Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ M&M ❯ Idle hands are the devils playthings ( One-Shot )

A/N Soooo... this is my Death Note fic. All stuff belongs to the artist, Takeshi Obata, and the author, Tsugumi Ohba. Although I wish I owned Ryuzaki...

 

Anywho, this is a special fanfic dedicated to my friend Kat. The pairings will be Matt/Mello, as she finds these two unbelievingly sexy. Sorry if the title is gay. I didn't have a title, so I quickly typed in whatever <<;

 

 

 

Matt absently stared out of his cameras and looked to the computer screens that were set up around him, all of which were connected to at least one camera. He was positively bored. He could think of so many things that would be more worthwhile then this. One of which was sitting across the room, set up so invitingly.

 

 

He gazed longingly at the PS2 system that currently housed Ultimate Ninja 2, a new game he had wanted to try for a long time. He rose out of his crouched position, his mind made up. He would play for only a tiny bit. Mello would never know. A small smile slipped onto his usual stoic face as he lowered his body onto the single couch in the middle of the room. He was just leaning forward to pick up the controller when his cell phone rang shrilly. Guiltily, he picked up the phone while simultaneously dropping the controller.

 

“Yeah?” He answered his phone; his voice clearly indicating what mood he was currently in.

 

“You watching them? Or are playing more of those stupid video games you love so dearly?” Mello's cruel voice rang in his ear, only heightening his wave of anger.

 

“Well…yeah! It's so boring to watch something that doesn't change!” He said angrily. Why should he be doing something so utterly time-consuming and so utterly pointless? He snuffed his cigarette in the ashtray and walked around the couch so he was leaning against the back of it.

 

“Well, I'm doing the same thing over here, so shut-up. I'll be over soon though. I need to check up on the situation there. Bye.” Without waiting for an answer he hung up abruptly. Matt stared at the phone in contempt. That was so like Mello. Switching the plan without warning or consent.

 

“Whatever.” He muttered. He threw it casually the cushion that he had recently vacated near the cameras and sat down again on the couch, intent on only one thing. His game.

 

 

 

Mello took off his headphones and muted the sound. Misa Amane might be cute to some, but listening to her shrill voice for hours was enough to make anybody crazy. Even Mello. He sat hunched deep into his seat, his hands folded under his chin, buried in thought. That ditz of a girl is the second Kira? There is no way! He couldn't really understand it, but he would figure it out eventually. He always did. He just had to make sure he did it before Near.

 

 

Matt sat hunched over; a new cigarette dangling from his slack jaw, his mind completely absorbed in his game. He didn't notice that it was getting darker out, or that there were chip bags and soda cans lying around. Nor did he notice that there was activity on the screens. He had thrown his jacket off and had ripped open another bag of chips. Grease coated the controller, causing it to slip and slide in his hands that were bare. But he didn't notice that either.

 

What he did notice, was that he was not alone. He sensed that Mello was somewhere behind him, probably in the shadows and probably leaning against the wall, chocolate bar in hand.

 

"Let yourself in again I take it?" He pushed his goggles higher up his nose and continued rapidly tapping buttons as if nothing had happened.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" He pushed off the wall and Matt could hear a distinct crinkle of candy bar wrapper and the crunch of chocolate being bitten.

"You are so gonna get diabetes." Matt muttered around his 10th smoke that night. He heard Mello take another bite, almost as if to mock him.

"And you're so gonna get lung cancer." He moved closer to Matt, mocking him openly. He heard a small 'tch' escape Matt's lips and a slight look of disgust crept across Matt's face.

"Now, now. Who pays you for doing this?" He bent over the back of the couch, his head almost resting on Matt's shoulder. Matt had fallen back so that his back rested against the couch and the controller was held loosely in his grasp, almost completely forgotten. Mello tucked his half-eaten chocolate bar into a hidden pocket and put his hand on his shoulder.

"You know.... I pay you quite a bit for just sitting around and doing nothing." He ran his hand along Matt's shoulder and across his neck, his gloved hands trailing lightly along his skin.

"I do plenty. I just don't do anything that benefits you." He pointed out. He shrugged, obviously a little uncomfortable with the sudden contact.

"True, true. But now is the time to pay up for all those hours you spent playing video games instead of watching that building. I heard quite a few things when I listened in to Misa. A few...interesting things." He leaned in close and breathed the last few words lightly into Matt's sensitive ear. He felt him shudder and he smiled. This was too easy.

 

Matt dropped the controller and stared vacantly at the screen, his game now completely forgotten. He squirmed uncomfortably as Mello lightly traced designs on his neck and shoulders. His light touch made him shudder as fire raced through his veins. He closed his eyes, feeling himself grow hard. And for a scary moment, he actually liked it. But that was absurd! He didn't like men, he knew he didn't. And yet, he was still responding to Mello. Although, if he thought of Mello as a girl, he might be able to enjoy this particular encounter. It wasn't that hard. After all, he did have shoulder length blond hair, and he wore such tight fitting clothes. Not to mention, he ate chocolate like a bad PMSing 16 year-old girl.

 

"Mello..." He breathed before he could think. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. His face felt like it was on fire, and couldn't quite understand why. Then it hit him like a ton of bricks. He was blushing.

 

 

"So, I finally accomplished the impossible. I made you forget about your games." He felt Matt stiffen beneath him, and he smiled again. The scar that marred his face pulled his grin further then it should have gone, causing it to look quite grotesque.

"Now, don't be frightened. It's fine. Besides, haven't you ever played...porno games?" This time Matt jumped out of his seat and turned around. He was slightly hunched over, as if he was going to attack, and he was breathing a bit harder then was the norm. As well, he was sweating and blushing furiously. Mello crossed his arms in front of his chest, his smile deepening and his eyes gleaming. He looked from Matt's face to his...lower regions. His eyebrows raised in a questioning expression.

"By your reaction, I see I hit upon the truth. You have fun with those games? I'm sure you did. But wouldn't you rather have the real deal?" He jumped nimbly over the couch and landed lightly in front of Matt. Matt, panicking, pushed Mello shoulders, trying to get him away. But he was ready for it and he ducked under his flailing arms and straightened to become inches from his face.

"Oh, stop it you big baby." With that, Mello pushed his lips hard onto Matt's. He grabbed his shoulders and squeezed hard, enjoying the slight moans of pain it elicted from Matt's soft mouth. He looked to Matt's eyes, but they were shut tight, his eyebrows puckered in what seemed to be pleasure.

"Mmmm. Matt.... you taste delicious." He kissed him harder, driving his tongue deep into his mouth. He pulled Matt's hand to his mouth and gently licked off the salt and grease that had accumulated there while he had been playing video games. He sucked lightly on his callused fingertips and licked along the length of his fingers. He looked up into Matt's half closed lids, smiling as he continued to graze his sensitive tips. Matt watched, transfixed, envisioning Mello doing that to his…. Matt shook his head and pulled his hand gently from Mello's grasp. He took one long lean finger into his mouth, pulling his lower lip down slightly as his tongue snaked out to lick the excess saliva off his finger.

"You could prove to be addictive." His lips moved skilfully, causing the most pleasure in only a few short kisses. He moved to the couch, coaxing Matt to come with small, but insistent kisses. He pulled Matt into his lap, grabbing his legs and forcing him to encircle his slim waist. He pulled off his gloved and pushed his hands up Matt's shirt.

Matt gasped as his eyes flung open. He arched his back, revelling in Mello's light touch that sent thrills up and down his spine. That gasp brought Mello to the edge. Matt could feel Mello beneath him, hard and ready, and Matt couldn't control his reactions. He moaned and started to slowly squirm in Mello's lap.

"Oh God Matt. Look what you do to me." Mello growled between clenched teeth. The slight chafing was exactly what he needed. It felt so good, but he yearned for more, as was apparent when he quickly threw Matt to the floor and straddled the slim youth.

"Enough of this foreplay. I can't take it anymore. You are so mine!" He grabbed Matt's striped shirt and ripped it wildly from his body. His own shirt had been discarded at apparently the same time; so they were both partially exposed to the other's hungry eyes.

"Your chest.... is so flawless. I'm giving some thought into being jealous." He looked at his own bared chest, indicating the scar that ran down most of the left side of his chest. Matt moved his elbows beneath him to support his torso and kissed his chest, right where the scarring was the worst.

"It's beautiful." Matt said earnestly. Mello bent over and lightly kissed the hollow of his collarbone, a known tender spot. He groaned against his skin, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the feel of bare skin against bare skin. He moved lower, as did his hands, which were still stroking everywhere, his lips finding a pert nipple, just ready for the taking.

He latched onto the right one while he kneaded the left, eliciting more noises that caused Mello to almost loose control. His tongue swirled around the pink nipple, as he himself enjoyed the salty flavour of sweat that was coming off of Matt's body. Finished with that side he moved to the next, switching hands. Matt arched his back and made weak mewling noises that only made Mello harder. He wouldn't be able to hold it any longer if Matt continued to be so...sexy.

"Now for these troublesome pants." His shoulder length hair trailed along as he moved, slightly tickling Matt's exposed belly. He kissed lower and lower, following the light line of hair that disappeared into the pants that seemed to be more of a hindrance then anything else at the moment. His own tight leather pants that he preferred over anything else were very constricting and it was actually becoming quite painful to keep them on. He quickly stripped and proceeded to help Matt do the same.

"No..." Matt grabbed Mello's head, stopping him from going any further. He wasn't sure what he was doing, because he knew for sure that he wanted Mello now, but there was a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him that they had to stop.

"It's too late to stop now. We are too far to stop, and you know that as well as I do." Matt only then realized that Mello was having a hard time trying to control himself. His eyes plainly told Matt that he wanted to ravage him till he screamed. He let go of his head and pointed to something that was lying behind some empty chip bags.

"What are you doing?" Mello looked to where he was pointing, but all he could see was garbage. Mello looked back to Matt and smiled an evil smile that could rival Light's.

"-rup-" Matt spat out. He couldn't even form coherent sentences anymore. He knew what was there, and he knew what it would be like. He was almost ready to explode from the sheer expectation.

 

"Syrup? Chocolate syrup?" Mello reached into the pile and pulled out a full bottle of his favourite brand. "You know me better then I thought." He mused. He too was ready to give into his carnal desires. It wasn't going to be too hard. He was almost there anyways.

 

 

Matt shivered as the cool liquid collected in the hollow between his pecs and ran down his body. Mello was squirting it all along his body, slowly moving southwards. He surrounded his arousal in chocolately goodness, ending with a swirl on top.

 

"You look simply delicious." Mello said lustily. Matt was sexy as it was. Compared with Mello's first love...well you can't compete. But, put the two together, and it was the most erotic thing Mello had ever seen.

 

He licked and ate his way down Matt's lanky body, savouring every lick, every tiny movement he made as he pleasured Matt. Without warning, he moved on to his erection, engulfing the entire thing. He licked and sucked, pulling off the chocolate as Matt screamed in delight. Mello could feel the heat rising in him, ready to explode. But he didn't want that yet. He wanted to be inside him when that happened.

 

He pulled away and wiped his mouth as he watched Matt writhe on the floor in ecstasy. His goggles were askew, amazingly still on his face after the fierce stripping that should have dislodged them.

 

"Did you...release yourself?" He asked. He had sensed a strange taste mingled with his precious treat.

 

Pre...ejacu...lation..." He panted. "Held...bac...Hurry..." He reached for his straining arousal and started rubbing himself, too impatient for Mello that he had to do it himself. Mello smiled, hardly able to believe he could still be in enough control to do even that. This time, it was enough foreplay. He absolutely had to be inside of Matt now or he was going to explode. He wanted to feel his tight flesh around him.

 

He lifted Matt's legs and positioned himself in between them. He watched Matt's chest rise and fall as he took in huge gulps of air. His straining appendage was leaking greatly, so he knew he was almost finished. It wouldn't take much, but it was going to be so good.

 

 

Matt struggled with his conflicting emotions. As Mello positioned himself for penetration, all Matt could think about was how he was about to do it with Mello. Not only was he his employer, but also a wanted criminal. Plus the fact that he was a tad bit creepy. But, at the same time, he wanted him so badly. So bad that it hurt. Literally. He had no clue what he was going to do after this night. How could he be the same person after an experience like that? How could he look another man in the eye without recalling this experience? How could he look Mello in the eye? But all those thoughts flew out of his mind as Mello plunged deep, causing a scream of agony to rip through his throat.

 

 

 

Mello shuddered in pure ecstasy as Matt screamed. He didn't know that pain could feel this good. He pulled out and plunged in again, deeper this time. As deep as he could get.

 

"Fuck...Matt...God you are so tight...You feel so good!" He groaned out the last words. The raw emotion in his voice caused both men to go over the edge. As Mello plunged once more, this time ripping in so hard that blood started to flow through the warm orifice, they exploded. They rode each other's waves, screaming in unison, their seed spilling onto the floor and onto Mello's belly.

 

Mello extracted himself and collapsed next to Matt who was straining for breath. He gathered him into his arms and cradled him. Mello was not one for close contact, and he was especially not one for showing his emotions, but he was so tired that he didn't care. They fell asleep in each other's arms, and didn't wake up until late the next day.

 

 

Matt woke up to see himself cleaned up and in some loose clothing. Everything was packed away and Mello was gone. There was his cell phone and a paper underneath with a number written on it.

 

He called it.

 

"You know what to do." Mello ended the call before Matt could reply. Yeah, he knew what he had to do. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. He needed another pack. After last night and now this mission, he needed more then one measly little smoke. He checked his pockets for extra change.

 

 

Mello grabbed Takada and sat her down behind him on his motorcycle. Kidnapping her was as good a plan as any. And he was feeling spontaneous after last night. He raced off, soon disappearing from view.

 

Matt jumped into his car and sped away. The police followed closely. Matt continued, feeling risky, but he eventually stopped. He knew it was pointless. They won't shoot me. He thought as he opened the door.

 

"You guys won't shoo-" The air was rent with the banging of hundreds of bullets firing. Most of them hit their target and the body convulsed as wave after wave of bullets tore through the fragile flesh. Before he could even finish his thoughts, he was dead on the ground, blood pooling and staining his tan jacket, his cigarette snuffed and limp between the pale lips.

 

 

Mello kept going, wondering how Matt was doing. He met up with the truck he was suppose to take and stuffed Takada and his motorcycle into the back. He locked the door and ran to the driver's side. Everything was going according to plan.

 

He raced down the deserted road to the abandoned church. He was going to pull it off. He was really going to be able to pull it off! He decided he was going to celebrate this moment, this victory of beating Near, with Matt later that night, when all of a sudden he felt a great pain in his chest. He grunted and fell forward onto the steering wheel. He grabbed at his clothes, the left side of his body, where it hurt. He screamed as the heart attack faded, leaving a broken heart that would never beat again.

 

 

An explosion rent the air, blowing apart a small truck that had been stored in an abandoned church. Bricks rained down upon the truck, denting anything that hadn't been destroyed. One female body and one male body were totally eradicated, erasing all evidence of any murders or kidnappings. No one know who was in the truck or what it was doing at the old abandoned church except for a young man who goes by the name Light Yagami, God of the New World.

 

 

A/N: So this is my first one-shot and it was for my friend so…yeah. Sorry if they seem a bit out of character, but the volume I own (#10) doesn't have many appearances by Matt or Mello. At least not enough for me to get a feel for the characters. I'm not really satisfied with Mello's personality here in my fic, but I really can't grasp his character at the moment. It's the best I could do with the resources given to me. Same with Matt.

 

I would also like to apologize for the weak ending. I wanted it to end where they died, but the timeline at the beginning is in volume 10 (kind of) so the entire timeline might be off <<;

 

I also feel like it's not up to my standards, but whatever. This was spur of the moment, and almost completely unedited, so it's rough. I know I can do better, but as I don't really care, I'm not fixin' it :P

 

Hope you like it though!!!! Thanks for reading. Can you please review?