'Mello Meme' by Spoiled Kitten
| Inspired by Chapter 5: Men of Violence |
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Mello stood straight and stalked around the counter. He stood, with that manic stare trained upon his oldest friend, then his gaze drifted towards the ceiling. He slowly crossed himself and Matt's eyes widened. Mello still had the gun. He was going to kill him. Matt stepped backwards, but the fridge-freezer was behind him. He turned desperately to find something, anything, a knife, but Mello was already in his space, arms rising. Matt lashed out, but it was futile, Mello was like lightning. They scuffled, but Mello quickly had him cornered, pressed up against the white surface with his arms above his head. While they were there, held in the blond's iron grip, then so was the gun. Matt knew that he could be kicked, head-butted, bitten or kneed, but he couldn't be shot. He opened his mouth to try and talk Mello out of this, but the blond lunged and covered his mouth with his own. The kiss was like electricity raging through Matt's body. Shock, relief and the pure sensation of it. They had kissed before, but it had only been a fumbling peck. Mello's lips had remained tightly closed and he had pushed Matt away with an unspeakable look in his eyes. Now it was different. Now Mello was crushing himself into Matt, a bruising, open-mouthed, searching with tongues, overpowering kiss. It tasted like blood. It sent Matt's knees weak and his body floating. It took his breath away. He felt himself became achingly hard inside his jeans; felt it in Mello too behind that leather, as the blond ground himself into him. Mello didn't just break away, he moved back several paces. His chin, cheeks and mouth were covered in blood. His eyes above them flashed with adrenaline. "Matty, I need to go away again. Wait for me." He turned and strode across the room to the door. He didn't look back, but unlocked it and slammed it shut behind him. Dazed beyond measure, Matt sank down the unit to the floor and just sat there. |
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