Rating: M; for mature audiences

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I can't even afford to buy a red bean bun, leave me alone.

A/N: whew…that took a while to write didn't it? Yeah, it was on hiatus for about a month due to school, but it's back, and I must say, THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER FOR JARGON. I can't do this anymore. The plot is all screwed up because I tried to mix it in too late and it didn't work out at all. So instead, I did the cliché love bird deal opposed to the complex crap I planned on 2 chapters into the story. So this FINALLY has a LEMON!! Not a lime, but a nice juicy lemon for you all to enjoy. Note that this is my very first lemon and if it doesn't meet to your standards then please, tell me because I am here for improvement. I did my best.

A special THANK YOU to: onixxfilth, Possessed4evr, FearMeRawr, Yoru K-Chan, .tea., foshizzle and Miss Hal Gibson!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now please, happy reading

Commitment

It started the very day Matt had taken up the first aid kit to treat him. Mello was a tough guy, he can handle pain and the like, but as any human, he could only take in so much to be brought to his knees. The burns from the explosion did a number on him, and he knew that he couldn't carry on alone, no matter how much it weighed down on his pride, and let himself contact the only other person he suspected he could count on. He knew enough about the boy to know that he was capable and trust worthy, simply because he was next in line from him to succeed L. He had observed him a bit when he still lived in Wammy's, and Mello felt that his talents were wasted on petty hobbies because of his lack of ambition, but other than that, he had no other thoughts on him.

He was still in pain when Matt arrived on his doorstep, nervous and expectant with his colored goggles making his eyes look ridiculously large, but Mello greeted him in ominous silence, not willing to have this boy do anything sneaky while he was in such a weak state. He had written the entire circumstance of why he was called on a piece of paper for him to read, then Mello retreated into his room without so much as a hello. He must have been quite an image to behold for the kid, because of the large jacket he wore to cover the bandages on his body, and the shadowed hood he had over his head. But he didn't care, he wanted to be alone.

Matt had read over the letter, and burned it as instructed when he finished. After that, he ventured over to the room where the man had disappeared into, and he found him passed out on the bed, stripped of the thick jacket and his shirt. The bandages that clung loosely to him were soaked through by a combination of medicine, blood and pus, and to an untrained eye, it would have looked like the man had leprosy from the way his skin had melted in certain areas. To suddenly find this, he was startled, and immediately ran out the front door. Mello woke up from his pained haze by the slamming of the door, and knew that the boy had run out on him. Well there was nothing he could do about it, and he couldn't expect that much from someone he barely knew. Those were his only thoughts on the matter before he slipped out of consciousness again.

The man felt extremely comfortable as he was gently coaxed to awareness, even his second degree burns felt miraculously numbed down. There was someone dabbing at his face with a blissfully cool cloth, and he felt bandages tightly bound on his body where his injuries were. He cracked open his eyes, and caught a glimpse of an angel.

There was a young man hard at work with the burns on Mello's face, applying medicated cream and cotton patches on the worst areas. A light layer of sweat was brushed across his nose and forehead, his hair sticking to him in places, and his kind eyes were concentrated on what he was doing. Mello's gaze lowered to his lips, which were pursed together and chapped from the dry winter air stealing the moisture away from his panting breaths. This little bastard angel had run off to get medical supplies.

"You're awake?" he said, and Mello couldn't help but think that his voice sounded angelic also, from his soft tones, "It's a fucking miracle you're still alive, man. Some of your burns are already infected, but I flushed them out the best I could, so it should heal a lot faster from now on." He sat back from the chair he dragged up to the bedside, and wiped the sweat off his brow. His goggles hung around his pale neck, and his chest heaved a long sigh under the striped shirt as he stared at his handiwork. "I'm not much of a medic, but this should do for now…" he muttered to himself, and found the man looking at him with earnest. "You feeling better?"

Mello didn't answer, and turned his head toward the beige ceiling.

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A couple days past and Mello was ready to get back into action, tired of staying in bed all day, but Matt wouldn't allow it. He'd push him back down and tell him that he has to completely heal before moving around again, but he wouldn't have any of it. It got to the point where Matt threatened to strap him down with duct tape, and figured that was as good a time as any to send the little snot on an errand. So Matt began setting up cameras around the Second Kira's living space, and the watch began in all its monotonous flare.

"Matt."

"Hunh?"

"Which boss are you fighting now?"

"Oh it's the final one, but he's a slippery bit-" Mello kicked him off the chair and smacked his ass with a loud wail as an accompaniment from the receiver. Matt fell back onto his backside, his eyes wide in shock.

"Do you know what that girl was just doing?"

"Wh- what?"

"Exactly. You were playing you're damn PSP instead of watching the screen!" and he quickly kicked him over again and smacked him in the exact same place he did earlier, like a mother spanking a rowdy child over her knee.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Mel!" he screamed with a scandalized expression, "I'm sorry ok?!"

He decided that he liked that look in his face, and Mello smirked inwardly. Oh, this was gonna be fun. After that he made sure to invoke such an expression as much as he could, even when he was feeling somber, he'd just abuse the kid like so and the day would just seem that much brighter. All the while, Matt was stunned at how fast Mello was recovering…and how strong he was. The young man would try to avoid him by staying in his room all day, or tailing the second Kira, except when it was necessary to be in the same room as Mello, which was when he molested him the most. But at night when Mello was on the verge of sleep, it was a different story. Matt would sneak into the room and quietly fret over the man's injuries, and Mello would lay there as peaceful as ever, feigning unconsciousness as he changed the bandages and checked the condition of the infections. It was fucking adorable.

The best part of it all was when Matt actually started fighting back. He was such a wuss, but he managed to gather up the courage to reciprocate his harassment back to him. Not that he minded at all, it just made him more endearing. Honestly, the kid was really not helping Mello's predicament in the slightest. Or on second thought, he was. Very much.

But that other night, Mello admitted, he'd crossed the line. He really had no excuse to pardon himself with, only that he had gotten carried away. He has needs as a man, but he wasn't a monster. Matt reacted as any would in those circumstances, but he wasn't going to let that mistake put an immovable wedge between them, so Mello set the mood back its place, and the kid still grudgingly looked after him at night. How strange though, that Matt would still be willing to do anything with him even after what happened only a week ago. It seems like that jab at his delicate pride was too much, provoking him to show Mello that he had the right to be treated like a man.

Mello's injuries had almost completely healed due to the gentle care it undertook, and it didn't even hurt anymore. The infections were but a bad dream, and the skin was steadily growing back to take back its territory, leaving the darkened surface smooth and generally unmarred. The side of his face was saved, but its mark was inevitable. He was contemplating what would have happened if Matt really had run out on him that day, and felt a corny sense of happiness to know that he didn't. The door to his room creaked open, and Mello stayed where he was, placidly lying in his bed with his head propped up by his fingers interlocked and crossed behind his neck.

He was very comfortable where he was, so it wasn't hard to pretend like he was sleeping, and he patiently waited on the young man standing over him. A hand reached out to him and unzipped the quilted vest he wore, and Matt examined the burns. He noted that bandaging him up again would be a waste of gauze, so he didn't bother and Mello figured that he'd simply walk out. He held in the pleasant surprise of feeling the bed around him sink downward as it bore another weight, and he sensed Matt was on his hands and knees over him, his eyes gazing at his face. Well, well, what do we have here?Mello patiently waited for what might come.

Whatever it was the boy was thinking, it made his breathing hasten, and he gulped nervously. Could this be true? Is this really happening? Mello fought back a smile, but his face muscles tightened momentarily, but only slightly. "What-" and if anyone were to catch that, it'd be a Wammy kid. "Mel, you're awake."

"Mm hm." He hummed, his eyes still heavily veiled, "Disappointed?"

Matt frowned and lifted himself off the bed, "Fuck this."

"Wait," Mello quickly caught the boy with his leg raised against his waist, the rest of his body unmoved. He opened his eyes to stare at him, "You came here to do something, what is it?"

He pursed his lips together and glowered, quietly debating with himself whether or not he's willing to say. They stayed like that for a long minute, until Matt finally said softly, "I want to ask you a question."

"Alright." Mello answered expectantly, and lowered his leg from blocking the boys way off the bed.

Matt sat down on the edge of the bed and stared forward. He still seemed to be thinking hard about something, so Mello waited patiently as he lay comfortably. He had a guess on what was troubling him, in fact he was pretty sure. When he had challenged Matt the other night, the kid had backed off with a scowl on his face and retreated to the confines of his room and didn't come out until late in the evening the next day. Mello was disappointed, to say the least, because he was hoping that he'd show him up in that flustered, boyish way of his. But nothing happened so far.

"What did you do to get all those burns in the first place?" Matt said quietly.

That's right. Mello never told him what had happened, and he didn't plan to. "Is that what you wanted to ask me?"

"Yeah."

He sat up and startled the boy, who immediately lifted his arms to his chest to protect himself from any advances, but Mello simply settled himself beside Matt and stared into his face. It was then that Matt realized that he forgot to zip up his vest after examining him, so Mello's toned chest was in keen view. "What good would it be to tell you?" Matt lowered his arms with a slight scowl and slapped his knees to stand up, but Mello caught his elbow and pulled him back down. "I could tell you," he continued, staring intently at Matt's face, "but it would be a waste of breath, so I won't."

"Shit." Matt breathed, "What the fuck is it with you? Do you always act like a goddamn war veteran? Like you've been through this shit before? Lighten up, Mel. We're still young, stop treating everything like you're going to die in the next hour-"

With a twist of his lips, the young man's fist collided with his face with an unexpected smack, and Matt fell head first off the bed in a heap. "You talk too much." Mello said coldly, standing over him.

Matt twitched on the floor as he clutched at his cheek bone, keeping his forehead to the ground all the while. Mello held in a small sigh, and he turned toward the door, deeming this situation another loss on both of them. He almost glanced behind him to see the boys' reaction, but found that he didn't have to as Matt tackled the backs of his knees and the pair of them slammed into the closed door. Mello rotated his body to kick at him, but Matt dodged and grabbed at his raised knee to propel himself upward and landed a punch at the man's jaw.

"Shit," he cursed and he launched himself at the kid, both of them kicking and jabbing, scratching and spitting to get the other off, but neither of them willing to give in. Mello found the strap of Matt's goggles around his neck and twisted the slack, so that it tightened around his throat.

"Haack-" Matt choked and his fingers scrabbled at the red lens, trying to pry the rubber away. He was furious. All Mello did was degrade him, ridicule him and make him do work that he didn't want to do! Was this how partners were supposed to be treated? If so, Matt thought savagely, he wasn't going to have any of it! He stomped his boot into the man's knee and lifted his other leg to bury it in his diaphragm, but Mello blocked it messily as he was still in shock from the blow to his own leg.

He let go of the goggle strap, and got a handful of his shirt instead, pulling the boy up close to his own face. "About fucking time you start standing up for yourself, pussy," he hissed.

Matt growled, and swung his fist into his ear, making the other fall sideways. The boy fell with him as he didn't let go of his shirt, and a loud riiiipwas heard between them as the cotton tore. It went generally unnoticed until the two of them wore each other out, Matt panting on the floor only a few feet away from Mello, who was leaned up against the bed.

It was stupid really, the fighting. But this seemed like the best way to burn off pent up energy, even as Mello still had more to burn, and Matt was still angry. He hated feeling like he was being taken advantage of, after all the things he'd done for the ungrateful fag he still treats him like a toy.

Mello, on the other hand, knew what the boy must be thinking of, but the sight of him left him speechless. Breathing heavily, Matt was propped up by his elbows on the floor, his long legs carelessly sprawled outward as his jeans were twisted around his legs. His striped shirt was torn all the way down in the middle, so his thin frame was peeking through and his hair was sticking up everywhere, his gloves lost somewhere in the room along with his goggles. Matt must have seen this change in face when he glanced his way, because a tiny smirk twitched at his lips. Who said revenge had only one kind of outlet? No one.

Slowly, his limp hand was dragged over to his side, migrating to his stomach and fingers pushed the tatters of cloth away to leave his stomach in full view. Mello caught his gaze, and his mouth tightened into a straight line. Just as Matt began to tap at the metal button on his jeans, Mello's eyes flicked over to the source of the clicking quickly, and felt his heart beat faster as the button was undone, and the boys' index finger traced the zipper all the way down to the bottom of the seam, at the center of his crotch.

"You understand where you're going to take this, I presume." Mello said quietly, and Matt could hear the force into making it so, as the young man fought to control his own urges. Mello wasn't one to masturbate to release tension, it was too…primal. He preferred to do it with a partner, because he really had no trouble finding one, so it was never a big deal for him. But lately he had been holed up in this apartment, with his injuries and responsibilities, so he hadn't really been able to grab someone to fornicate with other then this kid. Yet the last time he attempted it, he ended up being the bastard that nearly raped him, so that didn't work out at all.

With that question clawing at the air, Matt shrugged out of the rest of his shirt and lifted his legs up so that they were bent upward, spreading his legs out a little more, but his legs ready to kick anything unwanted away. Mello's eyebrow twitched at this. Either he was going to have sex with him, or during the foreplay he planned on shimmying his way out of his grasp and run away just as he got his body the way it's been aching to be. To say the least, Mello would be severely irritated if the latter were to happen.

"You want this, don't you?" Matt said, a certain quality in his voice indicating that he knew what he was doing, "Come and take it."

Mello stood up, his quilted vest gone, and slowly walked over to the boy and stopped when he was between his knees, "That cocky tone of yours right now," he pressed his boot onto Matt's groin, and the boy flinched, "I'm not liking it."

"When did you start getting picky over circumstances?" he shot back, trying hard not to move lest he make the situation more dire on his end, "I'm here and willing; I would have thought that you'd be more inclined to taking advantage of the moment."

The young man rubbed his boot side to side, causing the friction on the denim to warm up and spark the awakenings of what's beneath it. "Oh, I am." He said lazily, "But I want to make some things clear." He leaned in, purposefully putting more pressure on the boy, "If you're going to run out on me just as things are heated up, I get groping rights without any of your whining. Ah ah!" he chastised noisily as Matt opened his mouth to protest, "Remember, you're the one who initiated this, but I want to make sure I'm not going to be disappointed in the end, understand?"

Matt swallowed, and nodded.

"Good." Mello raised the heel of his boot so that the toe of it was the only thing in contact with the boy, and pressed it into him until Matt gasped, then dragged it down to the floor. He bent down to kiss him as he cupped the back of his head with his right hand, and Mello roughly shoved his remaining left into the boy's pants.

"Errg!" Blood rushed into his face and he grabbed the man's wrist as it fondled him, but he knew that was a pointless move. He didn't have a perfect plan in his head, and everything was quickly getting out of control mainly because Mello was naturally a very straight forward person, and he wasn't. Still, Matt was determined to have at least thisturn in his favor. He unzipped his pants so that Mello had more room to play, and reached toward the top of the man's pants and pulled him toward himself in order to undo Mello's clothing.

The process of removing the clothes was clumsy. Matt, a nervous wreck, ungracefully fell backward when Mello lightly tugged his pants down from under him, and tripped over his own feet when they began moving toward the bed until Mello caught him and pushed him onto the blankets. He had no idea what to do, and the man lying on top of him was in complete control of the situation, as per usual. Matt almost began panicking again as Mello's hand squeezed his butt momentarily, and was relieved when he let go of it just as quickly. He nipped at the boy's ear, ran his tongue along his throat, sucked on his collarbone, anything to make him gasp and grab at him. Simply by his reactions, Mello could feel himself getting more and more aroused.

He had pulled off all his clothes, so the young body lain before him was completely bare for him to take in, and Mello wasted no time. He pressed his tongue just above the line of pubic hair and drew a heavy saliva coated line all the way up to his upraised chin, dipping into his bellybutton and breathing copiously onto his throat, making the hot air tickle at his nerves.

"Ahhhhh…" Matt's legs hooked around his, latching onto him until Mello gently unbound them.

He rubbed his thumb against the boys nipple and said, "Where do you want me to continue?"

"A-anywhere, Mel," he whispered back, "It all feels really good…"

"If that's the case," he scratched at the nipple he was playing with his nails, and dragged it down his stomach, leaving red streaks on the flesh. Matt winced, and tensed as Mello used his nails to tease his sensitive ball sack, tracing the spheres inside it none too gently. "I'll get to the point, then."

He leaned up and brought Matt's hand to his lips, staring into his eyes intently. Matt watched as Mello took his index finger and began sucking it slowly, gradually increasing the pressure and taking in the rest of the digits into his mouth. He couldn't explain why, but feeling the suction on his fingers coursed through him and settled in his groin, making the heat there intensify almost painfully. He let out the breath he held in when Mello let go of his fingers and started licking his palm as the man started pulling him into a sitting position. He pulled away, leaving Matt's hand dripping with spit and the boy stared at him with a disgusted look.

"Use that on yourself." He said firmly.

"What do you- ah…." Matt blushed heavily, realizing that Mello wanted him to masturbate in front of him. Well that's embarrassing.

"Do it."

He sighed, and lowered his wet hand onto himself. He wrapped it around the stiffening flesh, but hesitated from there. What was he doing? He was the one who was supposed to be taking charge here, wasn't he? He lifted his eyes to Mello's with a frown, and blinked in shock at the sight of him. Mello sat hunched over, one leg dangling off the bed, and his hands rolled into fists, but the thing that surprised the boy was the expression on his usual blank face. His eyes were heavily lidded and his jaw slack, giving the look of an intoxicated person. He didn't seem to be in any condition to be giving orders, and Matt realized that, as aroused as he was, Mello was far worse off than he. His penis was almost as its fullest, and it stood tall from the tangle of hair shamelessly. Matt didn't know what to think of this, but felt strangely accomplished, and decided, as vengeful as he was, to continue doing what he was told. After all, the one who needed this most was Mello.

He ran his hand up and down himself, the saliva making the process easier and smoother. After the first few strokes his motions got faster, the slick sucking noise coming from his hand growing louder with time. "Ahh," he panted, "ha- ha-ha, ha, ahhhh-" his toes curled up on the sheets and liquid started seeping out of the tip little by little, "Aww- umph, ha- Mel, Mello-"

The man had to fight himself to keep him from lunging at the boy, but was saved from the torture when Matt stopped his ministrations abruptly. He scooted over to Mello quickly until the two of them were nearly touching chest to chest, and grabbed the man's organ roughly. Mello hissed, but that became a poorly held in gasp as Matt rubbed his own penis with his, running his hands along both of them. Mello dug his nails into the boy's shoulders and groaned loudly, "Ahhhh, haaaa, mmmmphh-"

Before either of them came, Mello halted Matt's hands and pushed him backward onto the pillows. "Wha-?" he breathed out, "What's wrong Mel?"

As an answer, he stood over him on his knees, and Matt instinctively rested his hands on the man's thighs. Spreading his thighs more apart, Mello sat up on his hunches and put one of his arms behind him to keep him steady. With this position, Matt knew exactly what he was going to do, and felt a surge of an emotion mixed with alarm, excitement and appreciation. Mello knew that the boy was in no way satisfied with having something shoved up his butt, no matter how pleasurable he was going to make it. Nonetheless, he was going to ignore that little tidbit if Matt hadn't fought back so viciously. He was waiting for him to stand up for himself, so this was somewhat of a congrats in a warped way. Mello guided the boys erect penis to his hole, and just as he touched the two, he sat down without warning.

"Uwaaa!" Matt screamed, "Ahhhhhgg fuck!!" His anatomy was compressed into such a small space so fast that his mind went momentarily blank, the pressure shooting shockwaves into his body, and all he could think of was more.

Mello, although in pain, gritted his teeth and sprung up, only to come down again, and again, and again, and after a few more, he found his own spot inside himself. Seeing the change in the man's expression, Matt aimed for the spot that made him gasp, and the pair of them became a sweating and groaning connection. "Awww, ahhh ha- ahh- ah- oooh,"

Matt thrusted his hips into Mello's as hard as he could, and the man had to use both arms to hold himself up while almost jumping on his partner with growing force. Matt got up to lean on his elbow and reached to Mello's bouncing penis to squeeze and stroke it, making the man groan even louder. The smacking of bare skin reverberated about the room as the man was springing up and down against the boy's hips.

"Ah- Mel- fuck- ha, ha, ahhh- ah, harder, Christ- go harder Mel!" Matt rambled, "Oh- oh, god- ahhhh, ah! Agh, I-I'm gonna come- gonna- come-"

Unbeknownst to him, Matt was digging his nails up and down Mello's organ, which was driving him maddeningly insane with pleasure, and in a haze, Mello lifted his head to glance at the boy, and almost regretted it as his penis gave another throb. Matt's eyes were half lidded, his lips had turned into a deeper red and a harsh blush ran across his cheeks. His furrowed brow coincided with his small cries, the more tense he became the closer he got to ejaculating, and it encouraged the man to lift himself up more, and slam onto Matt even harder.

"Ah! Awwww, oooooh-" he moaned loudly, and Matt redirected his pelvis so that he hit Mello's prostate directly head on, and with this erupted a very vocal response. The boy could feel the effect of it in his hand, as the hard flesh pulsed more intensely with trapped blood, and a tiny trail of semen leaked out from the top. He didn't want it to stop, it felt so good, but he also craved release from the pressure that was building and aching inside his groin, and this made his thrusts sloppy and uncoordinated, yet it didn't take away from the pleasure.

"Ahhh-ahhh- shit, errrm-mmm-phh, haaa-" the creaking of the abused bed also began to join into the chorus of slapping, squelching, moaning and panting, and Mello briefly thought that he might have to get another bed until Matt buried his fingernails into the slit on his penis, making his mind whiteout. "FF-FFFUCK!" he yelled, and a stream of white shot out of the tip of his penis and hit Matt in the face. The sudden orgasm made Mello's entire body tense up and the boy felt it around himself, it was painful and it very well forced his own orgasm out. The stream hit the man's prostate and he yelled once more, deliberately clenching his gluteus around Matt's penis, causing him to scream in ecstasy.

"Ahhh! Fuuuck…" Matt thrusted himself into the man several more times to ride the orgasm out, then collapsed onto the pillows. The pair just laid there, waiting for their breathing to slow to a steady rhythm. Matt dozed off to sleep, completely spent, and Mello stared at the ceiling.

Everything would resume as usual the next day, trailing the second Kira and locking onto Near's moves, he would act like nothing happened. That would probably throw the boy off, but he would mimic the action and also act as though this night was like any other. Despite this, Mello would stop his random groping and harassing, and Matt in turn would stop acting like a huffy brat and tantrum throwing, so it would be a silent agreement of peace. Mello couldn't say the same would happen when day fell, however. It was a good night.

A/N: As I said before, this was my very first lemon and I'd really like to know how I did *insert puppy eyes* please communicate with me…

Also, if no one read the a/n above, this is the last chapter to Jargon, because my brain is about ready to deflate. I have now experimented with lemon, and I don't know if I'll be doing anymore unless it suits my purpose or if someone asks me to do so, in which case a cheesecake must be involved for my tummy. Cheesecake + Zak = :D

So ANYWHO, thank for reading this I really hope you liked it, and if not then thank you anyway for putting up wif my sekond hand englisch, I still like you! Drop a comment and it'll upgrade to an I LOVE YOU

-Zak