Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ Sin or Spend the Night All Alone ❯ Sin or Spend the Night All Alone (Part Two) ( Chapter 2 )

Sin or spend the night all alone

Masamune Reforged

a Death Note- Mello x Matt fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, nor Matt or Mello. The quoted song is “Me vs. Madonna vs. Elvis” by Brand New. I know, a crazy name for a song like this... I don't even like that band; but this song is absolutely awesome and made me write this.

 

Warnings: Yaoi (Mello x Matt, graphic, kinky lemon: bondage, rough S&M), angst, cursing, alcohol.

 

Author's Note: I take some liberties here with these two's pasts. All I know officially about it is that they were both potential successors to L at the same Wammy's house. I assume they knew each other when they were younger, but I do not have them being close childhood buddies.

 

This one's for Ruby, and also to all the great people who reviewed and sent feedback. It really means a lot to me!

 

Song lyrics are encompassed in ~~...lyrics...~~

 

Part Two

 

Matt's out of cigarettes again, and nobody wants to bum him any more. So we walk down the street from the bar, down to the little shitty hole in the wall store that's always open.

 

“So what do you do?” He wants to make small talk before I fuck his brains out. People generally want to know a bit about where you work or what town you're from before you stick your dick inside of them.

 

“Eh... Little bit of this, little bit of that. I'm in all sorts of things,” I dodge the question.

 

Matt's smart enough to know I don't want to talk about it, so he asks something slightly different instead, “How bout what you want to do?”

 

The booze must be working on me too, because I answer without even thinking, the words rushing straight out of my mouth, “I want to be the best. I want to show the world that I'm the smartest, greatest, number one motherfucker there is, and I don't care if I have to step on people's toes to get there. I want to do whatever it takes to get me there.” He's looking at me with something like awe, and I snidely add on, just at a whisper, “But, for starters, I'll settle on doing you.”

 

His eyes and mouth open a little wider, but he doesn't look away.

 

~~I got desperate desires and unadmirable plans~~

 

It's fucking freezing, but there's a cop in the store and I don't feel like running the risk of dealing with the goddamn pigs right now. So I wait outside and watch Matt saunter up to the counter.

 

A nasty rope of wind gusts, making me grit my teeth and curse under my frosted breath. I hate being cold. Wearing leather makes me look like a sex god, but it's shit for keeping warm... Maybe I'll move to California...

 

Somehow I decide that all of this is Matt's fault; and by the time he gets out of the store I'm ready to cut the game short, stop with the bullshit and drinks, cut off his questions. I decide that what I really want is to wait until we're passing by a dark alleyway, drag him inside, and have my way with him, whether he's ready for me to or not.

 

“Sorry 'bout that,” he mouths around a cigarette.

 

Before he lights it, I say, “Do you really need to fucking smoke so much?” He stops and lowers the gloved hand with the lighter in it. So I continue, “It's gonna give me fucking second hand smoke. And it'll make your mouth taste like an ashtray.”

 

“Huh? Since when does it matter to you what my mouth tastes like?” Matt isn't playing dumb here. His brown eyes are challenging me, testing me. He goes to light his cigarette.

 

Before he can, I swat it out of his hand. Pushing him up against the wall of an abandoned building, I grab him by the jaw, tilt his head up, and kiss him.

 

It's a rough and savage kiss, just how I like them. Matt's lips open to my plunder immediately, and my tongue is on his instantly. He brings a hand up to my back, to pull me closer. I nip his bottom lip, suck on the top, and slide my leg in between his, leaning in and devouring him for all there is to be had. I claim him, and he is ever so giving. Wildly, frantically, minutes pass.

 

I can taste him; and I love it. The bitter flavor of ash and smoke is there, but to me it doesn't make the taste of him any less delicious.

 

~~My tongue will taste of gin and malicious intent~~

 

Finally, I pull away. Matt's breathing heavily and staring at me with those demanding brown eyes.

 

It's there. Now it's out in the open. It's his first consciously open step down the path I've been leading him all night. And from the look of it, from the still hungry glimmer in his eyes, he's more than willing to spiral down into the black abyss with me.

 

I decide I want more of him, and I move in to kiss him again. He takes a breath in anticipation.

 

But suddenly, involuntarily, Matt shivers. I stop, looking at him now. Besides the gloves, he's not dressed for the weather. His tight, striped, long-sleeved shirt makes him sexy as all get out, showing off his slim build and his taut muscles, but it looks thin as hell.

 

“You cold?” I ask, although it's obvious.

 

“No,” he denies, then shivers, this time a sharper tremble. “Maybe a little...” I smirk.

 

“Let's go back to the bar.”

 

~~Bring you back to the bar, get you out of the cold~~

 

Back at the bar, our absence has worn Matt's friends' patience thin. They grumble about us taking so long and say that they're going to leave. They've already called a cab.

 

Matt looks at me expectantly, waiting for me to tell him what to do.

 

“My friends want me to leave,” he says timidly.

 

“Fuck them,” I say loud enough for all to hear. Then, softly, “I want you to stay.”

 

Matt's eyes say he wants to too. And I can't help but smirk as I watch him wordlessly turn away, go back to his friends, and try to explain to them that they'll be going on without him.

 

~~A sober straight face gets you out of your clothes~~

 

If looks could kill I'd be dead one time over for each of Matt's so-called friends. Waiting at the front of the bar, they whisper and gossip about us.

 

I have Matt back in my corner, way at the far, far back where the lights don't work. He's getting to that bad in-between state now, where the alcohol is starting to fade and his blind resolve with it. He's finally looking tired, and I decide that the first thing I'll do once his friends leave is secure a half bottle of gin just for us... and mostly for Matt...

 

I have an arm draped possessively around him, lounging in the booth chair that easily seats us both.

 

“I don't know about this,” he murmurs to me as one of the girls gives us a particularly nasty glare.

 

“Why?” I ask. “You scared about what they're going to say about you? About what? That you went home with a guy? That you got drunk and ditched them for some stranger?”

 

“I never said I was going home with you,” he says defensively.

 

“No.” I lean in, staring him full on and gauging him. “You didn't need to. We both know how this is going to work.” My mouth is an inch from his. “And how it's going to work is I'm taking you back to my place and fucking your beautiful ass until dawn.”

 

Matt looks at me for a moment, suddenly looking afraid. He struggles to put some space between us, pushing away half-heartedly with an arm that doesn't really know how to fight, doesn't want to. I tighten my grip on his neck, making him gasp and struggle for real, how I like it.

 

I take my other hand and turn his face, and how willfully it turns, making him look at me. “And you know how this is going to work,” I command him. “And your friends know. We all know. We all know you're coming back to my place, and that when I get you there I am going to strip you naked and then screw your tight little ass until you're screaming my name and begging for me to never stop. Your friends all know how I'm going to make you my bitch, my personal whore. And they know, like you know, that you're going to love it.”

 

~~And they're scared, that we know~~

~~All the crimes they'll commit~~

 

One of Matt's friends comes up to us, a short blonde girl. Seems she saw the little tiff and decided to poke her piggy little nose into our business.

 

“I think Matt should come with us,” she says, haughty little bitch.

 

“I don't think Matt wants to come with you,” I shoot back coolly. “Isn't that right, Matt?”

 

He's looking down at the floor, but he nods slightly.

 

“No,” the bitch keeps fighting. “No. He's drunk and he doesn't know what he's-”

 

“Listen, lady-”

 

“And you- you're forcing him to stay with you so that-”

 

“Hey!” My words cut her down, and I let her know I mean business by standing up and looking down at her in her piggy little face, showing her just what kind of person she's dealing with. “He's with me because he wants to be. I'm not forcing him to do anything he doesn't want to.”

 

“You- you-” the little piggy huffs and puffs.

 

Matt has stood up now, standing silently at my side. I turn to him and beckon him closer with a finger.

 

“Alright, Matt. If you want to leave, then get the fuck out with your piggy little friend here. Though I don't think you're stupid enough to not know that'll mean I'll never so much as give you the time of day if you do, let alone touch you. But, if you want to stay, then you'll come right up here and kiss me.”

 

I pat my cheek, indicating where he's to offer his loyalty. I don't even look at him.

 

The piggy starts to squeal, “You fucking dirty, evil-”

 

But the pig never gets to finish, because right then Matt steps forward and obediently kisses me on the cheek; and outside a cab's horn blasts, all at the same time.

 

~~Who they'll kiss before they get home~~

 

-end part two

 

Well, this took me a bit longer than I thought... and gearing up for the Mello's “making Matt into his whore” is tougher than I expected. It might be a little bit longer until the next update, but I hope you enjoyed this one for what it is. It was pretty momentous, and even though it seems like Matt just fell obediently to Mello very quickly, it's been going on in the first part too, but more subtle than in this part...

 

I just always figured that these two would click right away if they ever were compatible.

 

Again, feedback is very much appreciated. Thank you for reading!