A.N.

Just a reminder, after my current stories here are finished I will be moving over to AO3 under the username Mihaelgayhl, nothing's posted there yet as I want to finish these off first, but my current schooling is making me want to write a buttload more so enjoy!

Matt

I stood outside a battered door. Red paint was peeling off it and it looked like some kind of insect had burrowed into the wood a long time ago and feasted to its hearts content leaving shallow holes which turned into complex burrows within. My palms were clammy as I shoved them into my jacket pockets, a small pen knife burrowed in the folds of fabric that swathed my body touched my fingertips. I had talked myself into taking it from my glove compartment. It was only ever there in case of a mugging or something like that, I have a very punchable face, or so I've been told many times, while being punched in the face.

Extending one hand I took a breath before knocking on the door, the hollow sound echoed down the stone corridor that I stood in and reverberated in my ears. The latch clicked and the door swung open. Mello stood in front of me with a wide toothy smile, eyes slightly lidded as he grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.

"You took so long." He said as he dragged me into his front room, hips swaying in impossibly tight leather shorts. It was relatively clean and minimalist. A dark brown leather sofa took up most of the space with a matching coffee table in front of it. The coffee table had a few junk mail flyers on it and to the left was an old armchair that was completely out of place with its kitsch pattern.

I cast a quick eye to the clock ticking away on the wall. 19:03 was displayed in garish scarlet letters. "You told me to arrive around seven. It's barely five past." I tried to point out. The second it left my mouth I clamped my mouth shut, I didn't want him thinking I was needy. It was too late anyway, that weird smile of his had turned into a full blown smirk.

"You couldn't wait….well they never can." He said, more to himself than me. He pushed me towards the couch and shoved a can of coke into my hand. He perched on the armchair opposite me, also clutching a can. The hair on the back of my neck began to stand up and my stomach swirled in a cacophony of unease. Mello cracked open his can, the effervescent fizz booming in the unnatural silence. His soft pink tongue darting out, licking up what had spilled onto the metal top of the can before taking a sip.

"You said you had something to show me." I said, Mello's eyes went slightly wide, putting the can down onto an already overcrowded table.

He rested his pallid face in his palm, his wrist cracking with the added weight, "You're right. Sorry sometimes I get so in my own head I forget the basics." he said. His hands shot out, grasping my sweaty ones in his own. They were burning hot and velvety, his fingers twined their way into my own like snakes and squeezed softly. "It'll be the best thing you've ever seen." He breathed huskily.

My mouth was moving of its own accord before I could stop it, speaking the words that made my stomach cramp in fear. "Shit must be real good then."

"Yeah." He replied, he climbed out of the chair. My mouth was dry, as if I had eaten a mouthful of sand, I quickly took a mouthful of coke as Mello drifted in front of me. It seemed like he was impossibly light, his footsteps making no sounds on the thin carpet. He leaned down in front of me face inches from my own. My heart beat was deafening, I could hear it in my ears. "Do you wanna see a magic trick Matt?" He whispered, voice so low I could barely hear it over my own thudding heart.

His grin grew impossibly wide, skin tearing at the corners of his mouth and peeling back over shiny red gums. His teeth protruded in a sickly yellow colour having somehow shifting until they looked thin and razor sharp. His tongue slipped out his mouth, no longer the soft pink I had recognised before but an angry red and split in two. He leaned closer to me running the forked tongue over my cheek, a hot trail of sticky residue coating my face. My heart stuttered in my chest as I forgot how to breathe. "Aren't I pretty?" He breathed in a voice so unlike his own, deep and growling and somehow ear piercingly high pitched. I couldn't take it, he slid onto my lap, this thing slid onto my lap, still grinning as cheerfully as ever. "Time for dinner."