Title: Atonement

Rating: R

Summary: Sins run too deep. Still, he tries...

A/N: Yo! Here's something new for ya.

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It was, in a sense, like rebirth.

Fucking him, that is.

Matt felt somewhat dirty and yet in that feeling, there was an innocence that he had never been aware could exist, even in beings such as newborns and small animals. The way he felt when that cold-hot rush of euphoria came over his entire body when he entered Mello; that slight groan that escaped him at the tightness; the awful two seconds of waiting before Mello gave the grunt of ascent that he was accustomed. The pain that came with it all seemed like amends for his sins, all of them, all in that short time.

He had a feeling it was like that for Mello too - knew it was like that for him by the look in his eyes - and thought that the blond must be a glutton for punishment the way he tried to make each time last forever. The way he would try to slow Matt's thrusts by squeezing his hips. His piercing blue eyes as focused and pleading as ever-

Don't stop.

And all the while Matt would be slick with sweat and his eyes fogged over, the whole world rushing in circles in his head - all the horrible and wonderful things - and he would try so hard to comply with Mello's wishes, who, in this instant, had the face of God. He went crazy and sometimes, during the speed and the addiction, tears fell onto Mello's lips and Matt had no idea where they came from. Oh well, he thought. Don't some priests cry when they pray? Isn't this-

Dear God, I-

"Mello…"

-love him with all I am even if I am a bastard unworthy of-

The blond forced a smile through the pain, lifting his head to lap up the tears. "S-Stay."

-atonement.

Wasn't this like praying? While he wanted to go on like this until the end of time, until all the Ages past and rewound and they were back where they belonged, the force of gravity on both their bodies was too much. Matt usually gave out not because of the unimaginable pleasure but because of the flutter of Mello's eyelashes when the waves hit his dams and broke through, when he shuddered violently, nails digging into the sheets and tearing them to shreds. He came with no sound, only the ghost of eternity in his cerulean eyes. The tightening and-

"Love you."

-confession.

It was quiet with the two of them in the bed together, Matt breathing heavily and Mello's silence comforting. The only reason Matt was not burdened by Mello never saying "I love you" back was because - like with past lovers - he did not close up, huddling to himself against the wall or ran to take a shower. No, instead, he bloomed like a rose. His mouth on Matt's, gentle and yet asking - demanding - more from him. As if he would never be through paying for his past crimes, as if no amount of time he spent in the temple was enough and Matt, he…

He agreed.

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