AUTHOR'S NOTES: It's 2 am, Obama just won the election, and what am I doing? Writing angry gay sex. Isn't life amusing? Basically I wrote this to see if I can write lemons at all. It's the first one I have ever written, so I hope you enjoy it. xD
WARNINGS: Violence, cussing, and angry sex!
MADE FOR: Myself (to see if I could) and Makostorm (for lack of updating Bloodtypes and because I said I would)!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Death Note. If I did, there would have been more of these two, obviously.
The apartment was dimmer now, but this could have been because the one of the only two lamps in said room had been forcefully yanked from the wall and thrown. More precisely, it had been thrown by Mello at Matt. While, to an outsider, this would have appeared to be to erratic behavior, it was just another day to Matt. And this wasn't the first fifteen dollar lamp that had came careening towards his body, it was just the first that made contact. Now that pissed Matt off. Normally, he would have been fully content to ignore Mello, to let the blond let out all the pent-up rage he seemed to be so full of nowadays, but now he had taken it too far. The gamer stood up, wiping at the back of his neck with a gloved hand. The lamp had shattered, cutting him. That damn cheap lamp.
"What the fuck was that, Mello? Aren't you too old to be throwing temper-tantrums?" snapped the gamer, "Why don't you grow the fuck up?"
Mello glared up at him, his blue eyes shooting daggers through the other boy. But these glares did little to scare Matt. It was just another daily thing. It wasn't until he felt his body being slammed against the wall that anything really mattered. Mello's hands were clutching his neck far too tightly. Matt could feel his airway constricting and bruises from Mello's grip forming on his neck. The redhead brought his arm down. He clutched his hand into a fist and sent it flying into Mello's stomach. That was sufficient enough to get Mello to let go him. He coughed as the air returned to his lungs.
He didn't have long to catch his breath before a fist was connected with his face. He could feel instant pain in his jaw, and if he wasn't mistaken, his lower lip had been busted. Mello really needed to get over himself. Matt swiped his hand across his lip and spat a bit to the side. Splatters of blood sprayed from his mouth. He saw Mello charging towards him again, but this time he was prepared. Before the blond could get in another hit, Matt threw in his own. He punched Mello, landing his fist directly into the blond's jaw. If anything, he would feel that one in the morning.
The punch sent Mello flying backwards, but not before grabbing a hold of Matt's collar. The two landed in an angry mess on top of the coffee table. One of the legs to the table, unable to take another beating, finally gave out. The pair fell to the floor along with the mangled table. Matt seized the opportunity to grab Mello's wrists, pinning the boy beneath him. But he hadn't expected Mello the bring his leg up and connect the heel of his boot to the center of Matt's stomach. Just how had he gotten his leg up in those pants? Matt was stunned.
With Matt off of him, Mello rose to his feet. His jaw was bruising over already, and underneath his eye was blackening as well.
"You want to know why I'm mad, Mail?"
Matt winced. Mello was using first names now. Mentally, the gamer ran over the possibilities of what could have made the blond so furious.
But still, that didn't stop Matt from making a sarcastic remark, "No, Mihael, I really don't. You're always mad. But that still doesn't change the fact you need to grow up."
The anger that had very slowly been dying in Mello's eyes flared back up. He grabbed for Matt once more, shaking him and throwing him onto the ground. Matt winced in pain as his back connected painfully with one of the main game consoles. But he didn't have time to sulk about his now probably broken Play Station 3 that had taken him weeks to get. Mello was on top of him pounding fists into his chest.
His arms slowed to a stop. Punching the living shit out of Matt didn't seem to be satisfying enough. Matt had grown so used to the fighting, it rarely phased him anymore. The anger and frustration still shown brightly in Mello's icy blue eyes. Matt pushed Mello off him and pinned him to the ground. In one swift movement, he leaned down and bit on Mello's bottom lip. This should have made Mello angrier, this should have made him punch Matt square in the jaw. But Mello's brain and body weren't on the same frequency because the more Matt bit down, the more Mello's body began to respond. Matt noted this and crashed his lip against Mello's forcing his tongue inside the other boy's mouth. The slow growing erection in the blond's leather jeans made Matt smirk against the kiss, and he put one of his legs in between Mello's, pressing upwards slightly. Mello tried to move away from Matt's knee. The leather pants were already making him uncomfortable as it was.
Mello wriggled beneath Matt, trying to free his wrists. He managed successfully to get one wrist free and used it to slide up the back of Matt's shirt. Matt began to kiss lower, biting and licking at Mello's neck. He made his way further down, stopping at Mello's prominent collar bone. Once he was sure Mello wasn't going to hit him anymore, he let the other boy's wrist go and used his free hand to unzip Mello's vest. Mello leaned up enough to slide the vest off his shoulders. He tugged at the bottom of Matt's shirt, putting it upwards. Matt complied and pulled the shirt from his body. It landed next to Mello's in a heap of stripes and black fabric.
Matt leaned back down, nipping at Mello's almost too-thin hips. The whole time, his hands expertly undoing the strings and belt on the blond's pants. Mello's hands gripped the gamer's shoulders, his nails digging in. Matt sat up once more. He tugged at the waistband of the pants. Mello arched upwards, allowing Matt to pull them off. The redhead wasn't surprised that Mello didn't have anything underneath them. He usually didn't. Matt smirked at the stark erection that had grown from the attack. He leaned back down, pressing his lips against Mello's, pulling away only long enough to slide his own jeans off. He goes back his assault on Mello's mouth, while his hands find other things to occupy themselves with. One hand was idly near Mello's hair, but the other was skillfully pumping at Mello's member.
"M---Matt," groaned Mello against Matt's lips, "If you keep that up, I'm gonna c---cum."
Matt smirked at this. He left butterfly kisses down Mello's body, making his way towards where his hand had been working. He glanced up at Mello once again. Mello's eyes seemed to be pleading with him to continue. Matt bit back the urge to laugh. It amused him how sex made Mello seem so much less angry. He leaned down, his breath warm against Mello's cock. The whimper that Mello made at that moment was enough to push Matt over the edge. He licked the tip before sliding it fully into his mouth. Matt let out little hums as he moved up and down. The vibrations caused Mello's hands, which had threaded through matted locks of red hair, to push Matt further down. Matt picked up the pace and put one of his hands towards Mello's mouth. Mello sucked eagerly at the fingers, knowing full well what was to come. Once Matt's fingers were wet enough, he made Mello lift his legs. One finger went in, then two. The third finger, combined with Matt's sucking, was enough to send Mello over the edge. Matt felt Mello's member twitching in his mouth. He knew full well what was coming. Mello shot his load into Matt's waiting mouth. Matt managed to swallow most of it, only a small trail dripping from the corner of his mouth.
The gamer laid down on the floor next to Mello. Mello didn't seem angry anymore.
"You're amazing, Matt," Mello said, resting his head on Matt's chest.
His blond hair was matted, and it clung to his face. Matt brushed a few strands away, just happy that they weren't fighting anymore.
"So why were you so mad?" the gamer finally questioned.
By the time Matt asked this, Mello's hand was already sliding into the waistband of Matt's boxers. He smiled at the boy, "Doesn't matter anymore. Now, let me return the favor."
AUTHOR'S NOTES (cont.): Sex: The best way to end an argument with Mello. Unless of course, you're not Matt. I almost named this "How To Feel Like a Pervert" because god, I felt pervy writing this. It seems kind of rushed, but whatever. I hope you guys liked it. I admit I need help in writing sex scenes. O_o Catmoongirl, Ohhai and the person that's writing Masochist (I forget your username. D:) were my semi-inspirations. I absolutely love how they have no limits on their writing. I hope to get past my limits soon.