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Matt sighed heavily and collapsed onto the sofa.

It was that time of year again.

The snow had melted, the air was warm again and animals were emerging from their winter dens. It was spring.
Now spring, like every other season had its pros and cons which differed depending on gender. For females it was the fresh life, the new babies, the flowers and the weddings that came with the season. For males though it was the women, or more accurately the higher rate of female fertility, which fucked with hormones and all that other twisted shit. Hormones are a beautiful thing especially reproductive hormones but spring and female hormones could also yield a less likable result. This result was commonly known as: spring cleaning. Matt had unfortunately learned that in his many years of living with Mello that the blonde was also susceptible to this effect and when Mello started cleaning all hell broke loose.
Matt had been cleaning since early morning and now that he had escaped Mello’s strict supervision he just wanted someone to knock him out, by any means necessary. Matt couldn’t even smoke in the house anymore; every time he tried he got socked in the stomach.
Matt closed his eyes willing the familiar wave of sleep to overtake him but soon his quiet atmosphere was disrupted by the staccato sound of boots angrily stomping across the floor.
Shit
That was all Matt had time to think before something big and heavy was dropped onto his stomach.
The red-head sat up immediately and coughed, resting his arms on the object that rested on his belly.
“Is pussy awake now?” a detached voice spoke mockingly.
Matt managed to look up at the sadistic grin smiling down at him, placed neatly in a handsome face framed by golden blonde hair.
“I wasn’t asleep, Mello.” Matt spat out between lung wringing coughs.
“You’re right. You looked more dead than asleep.” Mello replied.
“Well I certainly feel dead.”
“Not my problem. Now get off your lazy ass.”
The now silent red head frowned, “You know you could have just politely asked me to get up.”
Mello laughed like that was the most absurd thing in the world. “Tcha. Hell to the no, hun.”
“Well you didn’t have to drop a rock on me!”
“Heh, you might want to take a better look at that rock.”
The two stared into each other’s eyes for a long time, each just daring the other to look away but finally Matt gave up and preoccupied himself with the “rock” in his lap. The “rock” was a very heavy, very old looking card board box that had been closed very tightly. Curiosity, as it usually did, took hold of the red head and he pried open the meticulously folded lid. Inside was a truly historic relic: a Nintendo 64 in surprisingly good condition along with assorted games for an assortment of systems that were God knows how old, all of which belonged to Matt. He felt a familiar nostalgia and snickered at the fond memories associated with the items in the box.
“Found that going through a box of my old clothes.” Mello said proudly.
“Oh, you went through your old clothes?” Matt said, blissfully remembering the ridiculously tight leather apparel. “Do they still fit?”
“Why wouldn’t they?”
“We-“
“Are you saying I’m fat?!”
“No! I’m just saying you’ve grown since then!”
“Tch, whatever. Next time you call me fat I’ll-“
“Rip my genitals out… Yeah.”
Mello smiled with self content. “Good. Now I have another job for you.”

==*(()) *o00o00o @* (())*==
“Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters,
Washed with milk and fitly set.
His lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, terrible as an army with banners.
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me:”
==*(()) *o00o00o @* (())*==

“I haven’t gotten to the bedroom yet and I still have the rest of the kitchen to do. I want you to clean the bedroom out before we go to bed tonight.”

Mello’s words tormented Matt as he walked down the small hallway that lead down to the couple’s bedroom. It was bad enough that he was being forced to clean the god-forsaken rat-hole they called home but cleaning the bedroom was the absolute worst case scenario. Currently, he was living that scenario.
Their bedroom really defied all logic. It wasn’t cluttered. There was a queen sized bed, a tall dresser, a closet and the master bath (which was surprisingly very clean), but somehow the room would get filled with clutter and trash. Then would come a day, much like that one, where Mello would go cleaning crazy and completely sterilize the whole room. Yet the next day the room would be in the same, if not worse, state then it was previous to being cleaned.
It made no sense. It made absolutely no sense.

It made even less sense that Matt was actually complying to clean the damned room.

Then again, it was either that or be neutered.
Matt hesitated briefly but with that thought he shoved open the door and stepped into the room. As to be expected, the room was a mess… like “bomb went off in the room” kind of mess. The red-head eyed the window longingly. Despite the fact that they were on the 4th story Matt had mastered and perfected the art of breaking out (or “in” in some cases) at Wammy’s House and breaking out of a 4 story apartment complex was certainly easier than an 8 story orphanage.
Matt dismissed the adolescent thoughts.
Just clean the room. Get it over with and everyone will be happy.
Mat decided after a quick examination of the room that the worst part would be underneath the bed and it would just be best if he got the worst part over first. Matt cautiously padded to the edge of the bed and kneeled, gently easing up the dust ruffle. Instead of the hellish scene Matt had imagined he would see upon looking underneath the bed another sight met his eyes: a wall. Or more accurately a large cardboard box that took up the majority of Matt’s periph and happened to register in his mind as a wall. By some sort of divine inspiration Matt decided that if he was to clean underneath the bed he would have to remove said box/wall. With reasonable effort Matt managed to yank the box out from underneath the bed and upon inspecting the contents of the box he concluded that the box was Mello’s, for inside the box was a massive collection of Cosmopolitan magazines.
Matt had learned in the many years that he had lived with Mello that there were certain boxes, bags etc. that you just didn’t open because frankly Mello had some pretty freaky shit and when Matt found it Matt usually got his ass kicked… severely, plus the mental and emotional scarring of seeing THAT kind of stuff outside of intercourse. That’s why Matt had developed the philosophy “If you don’t know what it is don’t open it.” But really. Cosmopolitan? That was the absolute last thing Matt was expecting to find, especially underneath his own bed. I mean he would’ve understood finding porn, fuzzy pink handcuffs, whips, female lingerie even! But Cosmopolitan?
The natural attraction of Cosmopolitan to men took hold on Matt and with a quick check to make sure there were no unwanted spectators the curious red head picked up the nearest volume and flipped it open. God either hated Matt or loved him but at this point Matt couldn’t really decide considering his brain wasn’t functioning properly. Matt had fortunately/unfortunately opened straight up to the featured bedroom tips.

Matt should have stopped right there.

He should have closed the magazine, put it back in the box and walked away but curiosity would not permit.

==*(()) *o00 15 MINUTES LATER 00o@* (())*==

Matt wiped away the trickle of blood that escaped from his nose.  Maybe he was just naïve but some of the positions/moves mentioned within that particular issue of Cosmopolitan sounded frankly physically impossible.
“Shit… I never knew you could do that with a whisk…” Matt said to himself.
There was the resounding crack of boot heels slamming into wood and the bedroom door flew open.
“See? I told you I still fit into my old clothes. I can’t believe you thought I-“ Mello stopped mid-sentence and stared, appalled, at Matt.
For a long time the two only stared at each other, Matt at Mello standing in the door way in his familiar leather garb, and Mello at Matt sitting on the floor reading cosmopolitan.
Matt had trouble deciphering Mello’s emotions. It was a mixture of embarrassment, shock and an indescribable emotion that seemed to say, “I’ll fucking kill you”.
Mello finally broke the silence, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” he snarled.
“Why do you have Cosmopolitan underneath our bed?!” Matt shot back.
Mello seemed taken aback by the question. “Th-that doesn’t matter!! Why are you in here going through my stuff?!?”
“WHY DO YOU OWN ISSUES OF COSMOPOLITAN?!?!” Matt shouted back.
Mello turned a dark shade of red and stomped huffily over to Matt. “Shut up. Give me that.” Mello snatched the magazine away from the red head without making eye contact.
Matt took the moment to really examine Mello. The blonde was dressed in his familiar leather pants and top but like Matt had implied earlier Mello had grown. The top fit relatively well but was higher and revealed more of Mello’s trim waist and abs. The pants were actually tighter (if that was even possible) revealing even the tiniest contours in his figure and if they hadn’t been low-riders before, they were very, very, VERY low-riders now.
Matt’s brain worked the previous information out as the following: Cosmopolitan + Mello in tight skimpy leather clothing + bed = hot, wet, sexy baby-making.
“You know, you could stop staring at my crotch now.” Mello said.
Matt thoughts immediately cleared though the growing bulge in his pants remained the same.
The skimpily clad blonde rolled his eyes. “Get off your ass already.”
The red-head hurriedly scrambled to his feet. Mello appeared distressed and massaged his aching temples. There was another odd silence between the couple.
Matt spoke up after awhile, “Mello, are you angry?”
There was a pause before Mello looked back up at Matt and flashed a small smile. “No, I’m not angry.” He brushed away a deviant lock of Matt’s red hair.
The blonde laughed. “You’re just like a child. Getting into stuff you’re not supposed to.” Mello wiped away the blood that still leaked from Matt’s nose. “And getting yourself filthy in the process…”
A spot of wayward blood had traversed onto Matt’s lip but instead of wiping it away, Mello gingerly licked it away with just barely the tip of his tongue. Again, totally unexpected, Matt was left stunned, but pleased.
Mello’s cerulean eyes twinkled mischievously. “An iad sin sasaigh tu?”
does that please you?

The use of his native language sent shivers down Matt’s spine, though he wouldn’t let on.

“Thaitin se liom.”

it pleased me.

“Me lean de?”

shall I continue?

“Dean de rogha rud.”

do as you please.

Matt said this as nonchalantly as he could but honestly he wasn’t even sure he had used the right words. His mind raced when Mello was near. This time was no exception.
The blonde seemed to be very pleased with the response, and grinned wickedly. “Come on. Since you seem to be so curious I’ll show you a bit of what I learned.”
Mello swaggered over to the bathroom doorway and removed his shirt. The blonde remained for a moment then slid into the bathroom, letting his hand linger on the door post, inviting Matt closer. Matt didn’t have to be told twice. He ripped off his shirt and raced into the bathroom to find Mello already naked.
Dammit, how does he do that?
Matt’s thoughts snapped back when he felt fingers wringing at his belt. Grinning, Mello swiftly undid the buckle and removed the belt, all the while making sure not to let their bodies touch. The second the belt was off Mello scurried away into the shower where he turned on the water and hid within the hot stream. The aroused red head threw off his pants (and boxers) and ran after the blonde, taking him in his arms and pulling him as close as humanly possible. Giggling, Mello tipped his head to one side to let Matt leave a trail of feather light kisses down his neck but only to then frustrate his purpose by keeping their bare hips disjointed. Matt’s need throbbed and he alerted the teasing blonde to it by the urgency in his kisses.
“You’re an animal.” Mello said through a fit of giggles.
Matt stopped his ministrations and frowned at the amused blonde. “You know, you could say something a little more romantic during sex.”
“Romantic? Is that what you want? Fine.” Mello roughly kneed the red head and rested his lips against his ear. “Please me. I want you to be my love toy.”
Matt was going to burst. He muffled the moan from the fleeting but wonderful contact yet Mello’s words made him as aroused as ever. That was every man’s fantasy wasn’t it?
To be used by their lover.
Matt ran his hands over Mello’s hips, feeling the soft skin through the water and the bone underneath. He brushed away a wet strand of blonde hair that hid Mello’s face, the face Matt knew so well. The wayward grin. The cerulean eyes that glittered like steel even through the steam.
“Quit being so sentimental.” Mello brushed away Matt’s hands. “You talk too much.”
The blonde pushed him against the wall. “Don’t move.”
Matt obeyed despite himself and refrained as Mello left a trail of feather-touch kisses down his chest. The blonde crouched and saw for the first time how aroused Matt really was; he looked mockingly up at Matt who blushed and turned away. Mello held Matt’s sack in his palm, gingerly massaging the testicals. He experimentally licked along his shaft and sucked at the tip and when his ministrations were awarded with barely restrained moans he took the whole of Matt in his mouth.
Everything was in perfect synchronization: the spray of the water accompanied by Mello’s ministrations not to undermine the visual stimulus either. The blonde’s hair clung to his shoulders, dripping water onto his back and chest which rolled down the length of his body before dropping to the floor. The water seemed to trace the contours of his back and his hips, accenting every curve in the most beautiful way.
Matt squeaked when Mello swallowed him whole. Heat surged through his already burning body and he gasped in a breath of even hotter steam. The coil in his stomach was tightening with every contraction of Mello’s mouth around his arousal accompanied by the saliva and the soft scraping of the blonde’s teeth. Matt bit his lip and moaned through his teeth.
Mello stopped his ministrations temporarily and laughed. “Stop being such a goddamned man, or I might have to go further.”
Matt’s mind raced as he thought whether or not it was actually possible for the blonde to go any “further”.
Mello resumed his previous ministrations and Matt obeyed with wanton moans. He tangled his fingers within the locks of soaked blonde hair, inviting Mello “further”, a bit curious to see if it was even possible. Mello accepted the invitation a bit too eagerly as he swallowed Matt even further, letting his throat muscles tighten and contract around the red-head’s arousal.
Matt’s vision blurred momentarily where all he could make out was the grey of the steam concealing the white tiled walls. The coil in his stomach tightened once then disappeared as he came with his loudest shriek yet. Once his vision had corrected itself, he stared wide-eyed at a very satisfied looking Mello. The blonde flopped against the wall behind him and licked the white liquid off of each individual digit like a cat with milk.
Matt totally snapped.
He threw himself at Mello, pinning him to the wall and pressing his need against the blonde’s entrance. Surprisingly the smaller man didn’t resist but much to Matt’s annoyance he went limp in his arms. Matt snorted and Mello laughed at the red-heads frustration.
“God, Matt. We’re not animals. Have you no restraint?”  Mello asked teasingly.
Instead of pointing out that if he had no restraint Mello would’ve been fucked by now, Matt replied by licking away the cum that had escaped the blonde’s mouth and dribbled down his lip. Mello sighed happily.
“What’s wrong with doing it like animals? It worked for everyone before us. Besides it’s your fault for being such a fucking tease.”
“Mmm.”  Mello replied with a soft moan.

The fucking whore.

He was enjoying it.

Rather than bitching about it Matt decided to take advantage of the situation. He nibbled gingerly at Mello’s collarbone but as soon as he did he was pushed onto his back via Mello’s foot in his stomach. Mello’s eyes glittered sadistically, amused by the red-head’s desperation. In one fluid motion he stood and turned off the water, grabbed a towel off the towel bar and stepped out of the shower.
Matt was left on his ass (as he usually was), naked, wet and bewildered. Matt wanted sex; Mello was walking in the opposite direction. It seemed to him that, that really wasn’t working out.
After Mello was a little ways off he stopped and looked back over his shoulder. “The fuck, Matt? Get off your ass. I need you to dry me off.”
The red-head pondered the words for a good moment or two until he came to the conclusion that drying the blonde would mean touching him and that would lead to some other things… at that Matt scrambled to his feet and dashed out after the blonde. Matt’s confusion reached its peak when he left the bathroom to find Mello on the bed, on his knees, with a towel about his waist. What was the point of covering it? Like Matt hadn’t seen it before.
Mello must have noticed the bewilderment in the red-head’s expression for he rolled his eyes in the way he always did and motioned for Matt to come closer. Matt crawled onto the bed next to Mello.
“It’s a slingshot.” Mello explained.
“What?!”
“Ugh! I mean you fuck me and it gives you more leverage, dumbass.”
“Leverage?”
“Do I have to explain everything to you?! It allows you to go as fast and as deep as you want.”
Matt grinned. “I like fast.”
Matt expected to look up to meet Mello’s irritated glare, but instead the blonde wore a sexy grin, like a lioness in heat challenging the courting male.
The red-head returned the wicked grin. He leaned down and licked around the blonde’s puckered entrance.
Mello gasped. “Matt! Quit screwing around!” he growled.
Matt gingerly penetrated the blonde with his tongue. Mello bit his lip to keep himself form screaming but quiet moans began to leak out as the red-head moved his tongue within the tight heat. Matt smiled, for the tables had turned. Ohhh, they had definitely turned…
Matt removed his tongue and plunged into the blonde who replied with a shout. Mello took in short gasps of air, interspersed with groans of discomfort. Matt refrained from thrusting wildly into the smaller man, giving him time to adjust to the feeling of being completely filled. Mello’s breathing eventually slowed but Matt was unsure whether to continue right away.
To fuck or not to fuck;

That is the question.

Matt was alarmed by Mello’s sudden hiss. “The hell, Matt?! What are you waiting for?!? Dammit, take me!!”
Matt swallowed hard then thrusted into the blonde, yanking the towel in time with his thrusts. Mello screamed wantonly, moaning, begging Matt for more though he was helpless against the red-head’s overpowering movements. Matt gloried in his temporary dominancy, letting the testosterone overtake his conscious thoughts. Matt picked up a faster pace, and accommodated it by deepening thrusts. Mello’s knuckles were white from clenching at the sheets and saliva trickled from his mouth. His breaths were labored and barely noticeable between his screams. Matt licked his lips like a starving jackal. He bent over the blonde and nibbled at his earlobe. He took Mello’s neglected arousal in his hand and pumped along with his thrusts. Mello gave a final shriek and came into Matt’s hand soon followed by the red-head, spilling his seed within the smaller man.
Matt flopped onto his back and took in a deep breath.
That was good…
Matt couldn’t think of anything more intelligent. There were no adequate words to describe the experience. He could only lay there and try to catch his breath unconscious of anything outside of himself. Suddenly he felt a soft warm head of hair nudging at his side. He looked down to see Mello snuggled into his side, gently clenching at his ribs. The blonde’s eyes sparkled in a cute and loving fashion. He cuddled into the red-heads chest and sighed. Matt flopped his head back down onto the pillow and smiled, fingering the blonde’s hair. There was no need for words.  Mello started to giggle and Matt looked down only to be met by Mello’s lips pressed tenderly against his own. The kiss escalated and Mello swung his leg over Matt’s stomach. They giggled and kissed like lovestruck teenagers neither wanting to end the passionate encounter.
Mello finally broke it, the familiar wicked glitter returning to his eyes. “Ready for round two?”
Matt grinned back. “Thought you’d never ask.”
The red-head crashed the blonde’s lips against his own. The two kissed and ground into each other in away that was terribly taboo but so right.

“Excuse me?”

Mello squeaked and fell off of Matt into the space next to him. Matt, alarmed by the interruption sat up to see none other than the white haired little shit (a.k.a. Near) standing in HIS doorway, interrupting HIS sex, with HIS woman (man, whatever >___>).
“THE FUCK NEAR?!?!? GET OUT!!!” Mello screamed.
Near looked very unamused, “Next time you plan on having intercourse you might care to close the door.” With that he turned and walked away. “When you guys are finished I’ll be waiting in the living room.”

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Matt sighed heavily and collapsed onto the sofa.

It was that time of year again.

The snow had melted, the air was warm again and animals were emerging from their winter dens. It was spring.
Now spring, like every other season had its pros and cons which differed depending on gender. For females it was the fresh life, the new babies, the flowers and the weddings that came with the season. For males though it was the women, or more accurately the higher rate of female fertility, which fucked with hormones and all that other twisted shit. Hormones are a beautiful thing especially reproductive hormones but spring and female hormones could also yield a less likable result. This result was commonly known as: spring cleaning. Matt had unfortunately learned that in his many years of living with Mello that the blonde was also susceptible to this effect and when Mello started cleaning all hell broke loose.
Matt had been cleaning since early morning and now that he had escaped Mello’s strict supervision he just wanted someone to knock him out, by any means necessary. Matt couldn’t even smoke in the house anymore; every time he tried he got socked in the stomach.
Matt closed his eyes willing the familiar wave of sleep to overtake him but soon his quiet atmosphere was disrupted by the staccato sound of boots angrily stomping across the floor.
Shit
That was all Matt had time to think before something big and heavy was dropped onto his stomach.
The red-head sat up immediately and coughed, resting his arms on the object that rested on his belly.
“Is pussy awake now?” a detached voice spoke mockingly.
Matt managed to look up at the sadistic grin smiling down at him, placed neatly in a handsome face framed by golden blonde hair.
“I wasn’t asleep, Mello.” Matt spat out between lung wringing coughs.
“You’re right. You looked more dead than asleep.” Mello replied.
“Well I certainly feel dead.”
“Not my problem. Now get off your lazy ass.”
The now silent red head frowned, “You know you could have just politely asked me to get up.”
Mello laughed like that was the most absurd thing in the world. “Tcha. Hell to the no, hun.”
“Well you didn’t have to drop a rock on me!”
“Heh, you might want to take a better look at that rock.”
The two stared into each other’s eyes for a long time, each just daring the other to look away but finally Matt gave up and preoccupied himself with the “rock” in his lap. The “rock” was a very heavy, very old looking card board box that had been closed very tightly. Curiosity, as it usually did, took hold of the red head and he pried open the meticulously folded lid. Inside was a truly historic relic: a Nintendo 64 in surprisingly good condition along with assorted games for an assortment of systems that were God knows how old, all of which belonged to Matt. He felt a familiar nostalgia and snickered at the fond memories associated with the items in the box.
“Found that going through a box of my old clothes.” Mello said proudly.
“Oh, you went through your old clothes?” Matt said, blissfully remembering the ridiculously tight leather apparel. “Do they still fit?”
“Why wouldn’t they?”
“We-“
“Are you saying I’m fat?!”
“No! I’m just saying you’ve grown since then!”
“Tch, whatever. Next time you call me fat I’ll-“
“Rip my genitals out… Yeah.”
Mello smiled with self content. “Good. Now I have another job for you.”

==*(()) *o00o00o @* (())*==
“Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth: for thy love is better than wine.
His left hand is under my head, and his right hand doth embrace me.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters,
Washed with milk and fitly set.
His lips like lilies, dropping sweet smelling myrrh.
Thou art beautiful, O my love, terrible as an army with banners.
Turn away thine eyes from me, for they have overcome me:”
==*(()) *o00o00o @* (())*==

“I haven’t gotten to the bedroom yet and I still have the rest of the kitchen to do. I want you to clean the bedroom out before we go to bed tonight.”

Mello’s words tormented Matt as he walked down the small hallway that lead down to the couple’s bedroom. It was bad enough that he was being forced to clean the god-forsaken rat-hole they called home but cleaning the bedroom was the absolute worst case scenario. Currently, he was living that scenario.
Their bedroom really defied all logic. It wasn’t cluttered. There was a queen sized bed, a tall dresser, a closet and the master bath (which was surprisingly very clean), but somehow the room would get filled with clutter and trash. Then would come a day, much like that one, where Mello would go cleaning crazy and completely sterilize the whole room. Yet the next day the room would be in the same, if not worse, state then it was previous to being cleaned.
It made no sense. It made absolutely no sense.

It made even less sense that Matt was actually complying to clean the damned room.

Then again, it was either that or be neutered.
Matt hesitated briefly but with that thought he shoved open the door and stepped into the room. As to be expected, the room was a mess… like “bomb went off in the room” kind of mess. The red-head eyed the window longingly. Despite the fact that they were on the 4th story Matt had mastered and perfected the art of breaking out (or “in” in some cases) at Wammy’s House and breaking out of a 4 story apartment complex was certainly easier than an 8 story orphanage.
Matt dismissed the adolescent thoughts.
Just clean the room. Get it over with and everyone will be happy.
Mat decided after a quick examination of the room that the worst part would be underneath the bed and it would just be best if he got the worst part over first. Matt cautiously padded to the edge of the bed and kneeled, gently easing up the dust ruffle. Instead of the hellish scene Matt had imagined he would see upon looking underneath the bed another sight met his eyes: a wall. Or more accurately a large cardboard box that took up the majority of Matt’s periph and happened to register in his mind as a wall. By some sort of divine inspiration Matt decided that if he was to clean underneath the bed he would have to remove said box/wall. With reasonable effort Matt managed to yank the box out from underneath the bed and upon inspecting the contents of the box he concluded that the box was Mello’s, for inside the box was a massive collection of Cosmopolitan magazines.
Matt had learned in the many years that he had lived with Mello that there were certain boxes, bags etc. that you just didn’t open because frankly Mello had some pretty freaky shit and when Matt found it Matt usually got his ass kicked… severely, plus the mental and emotional scarring of seeing THAT kind of stuff outside of intercourse. That’s why Matt had developed the philosophy “If you don’t know what it is don’t open it.” But really. Cosmopolitan? That was the absolute last thing Matt was expecting to find, especially underneath his own bed. I mean he would’ve understood finding porn, fuzzy pink handcuffs, whips, female lingerie even! But Cosmopolitan?
The natural attraction of Cosmopolitan to men took hold on Matt and with a quick check to make sure there were no unwanted spectators the curious red head picked up the nearest volume and flipped it open. God either hated Matt or loved him but at this point Matt couldn’t really decide considering his brain wasn’t functioning properly. Matt had fortunately/unfortunately opened straight up to the featured bedroom tips.

Matt should have stopped right there.

He should have closed the magazine, put it back in the box and walked away but curiosity would not permit.

==*(()) *o00 15 MINUTES LATER 00o@* (())*==

Matt wiped away the trickle of blood that escaped from his nose.  Maybe he was just naïve but some of the positions/moves mentioned within that particular issue of Cosmopolitan sounded frankly physically impossible.
“Shit… I never knew you could do that with a whisk…” Matt said to himself.
There was the resounding crack of boot heels slamming into wood and the bedroom door flew open.
“See? I told you I still fit into my old clothes. I can’t believe you thought I-“ Mello stopped mid-sentence and stared, appalled, at Matt.
For a long time the two only stared at each other, Matt at Mello standing in the door way in his familiar leather garb, and Mello at Matt sitting on the floor reading cosmopolitan.
Matt had trouble deciphering Mello’s emotions. It was a mixture of embarrassment, shock and an indescribable emotion that seemed to say, “I’ll fucking kill you”.
Mello finally broke the silence, “WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” he snarled.
“Why do you have Cosmopolitan underneath our bed?!” Matt shot back.
Mello seemed taken aback by the question. “Th-that doesn’t matter!! Why are you in here going through my stuff?!?”
“WHY DO YOU OWN ISSUES OF COSMOPOLITAN?!?!” Matt shouted back.
Mello turned a dark shade of red and stomped huffily over to Matt. “Shut up. Give me that.” Mello snatched the magazine away from the red head without making eye contact.
Matt took the moment to really examine Mello. The blonde was dressed in his familiar leather pants and top but like Matt had implied earlier Mello had grown. The top fit relatively well but was higher and revealed more of Mello’s trim waist and abs. The pants were actually tighter (if that was even possible) revealing even the tiniest contours in his figure and if they hadn’t been low-riders before, they were very, very, VERY low-riders now.
Matt’s brain worked the previous information out as the following: Cosmopolitan + Mello in tight skimpy leather clothing + bed = hot, wet, sexy baby-making.
“You know, you could stop staring at my crotch now.” Mello said.
Matt thoughts immediately cleared though the growing bulge in his pants remained the same.
The skimpily clad blonde rolled his eyes. “Get off your ass already.”
The red-head hurriedly scrambled to his feet. Mello appeared distressed and massaged his aching temples. There was another odd silence between the couple.
Matt spoke up after awhile, “Mello, are you angry?”
There was a pause before Mello looked back up at Matt and flashed a small smile. “No, I’m not angry.” He brushed away a deviant lock of Matt’s red hair.
The blonde laughed. “You’re just like a child. Getting into stuff you’re not supposed to.” Mello wiped away the blood that still leaked from Matt’s nose. “And getting yourself filthy in the process…”
A spot of wayward blood had traversed onto Matt’s lip but instead of wiping it away, Mello gingerly licked it away with just barely the tip of his tongue. Again, totally unexpected, Matt was left stunned, but pleased.
Mello’s cerulean eyes twinkled mischievously. “An iad sin sasaigh tu?”
does that please you?

The use of his native language sent shivers down Matt’s spine, though he wouldn’t let on.

“Thaitin se liom.”

it pleased me.

“Me lean de?”

shall I continue?

“Dean de rogha rud.”

do as you please.

Matt said this as nonchalantly as he could but honestly he wasn’t even sure he had used the right words. His mind raced when Mello was near. This time was no exception.
The blonde seemed to be very pleased with the response, and grinned wickedly. “Come on. Since you seem to be so curious I’ll show you a bit of what I learned.”
Mello swaggered over to the bathroom doorway and removed his shirt. The blonde remained for a moment then slid into the bathroom, letting his hand linger on the door post, inviting Matt closer. Matt didn’t have to be told twice. He ripped off his shirt and raced into the bathroom to find Mello already naked.
Dammit, how does he do that?
Matt’s thoughts snapped back when he felt fingers wringing at his belt. Grinning, Mello swiftly undid the buckle and removed the belt, all the while making sure not to let their bodies touch. The second the belt was off Mello scurried away into the shower where he turned on the water and hid within the hot stream. The aroused red head threw off his pants (and boxers) and ran after the blonde, taking him in his arms and pulling him as close as humanly possible. Giggling, Mello tipped his head to one side to let Matt leave a trail of feather light kisses down his neck but only to then frustrate his purpose by keeping their bare hips disjointed. Matt’s need throbbed and he alerted the teasing blonde to it by the urgency in his kisses.
“You’re an animal.” Mello said through a fit of giggles.
Matt stopped his ministrations and frowned at the amused blonde. “You know, you could say something a little more romantic during sex.”
“Romantic? Is that what you want? Fine.” Mello roughly kneed the red head and rested his lips against his ear. “Please me. I want you to be my love toy.”
Matt was going to burst. He muffled the moan from the fleeting but wonderful contact yet Mello’s words made him as aroused as ever. That was every man’s fantasy wasn’t it?
To be used by their lover.
Matt ran his hands over Mello’s hips, feeling the soft skin through the water and the bone underneath. He brushed away a wet strand of blonde hair that hid Mello’s face, the face Matt knew so well. The wayward grin. The cerulean eyes that glittered like steel even through the steam.
“Quit being so sentimental.” Mello brushed away Matt’s hands. “You talk too much.”
The blonde pushed him against the wall. “Don’t move.”
Matt obeyed despite himself and refrained as Mello left a trail of feather-touch kisses down his chest. The blonde crouched and saw for the first time how aroused Matt really was; he looked mockingly up at Matt who blushed and turned away. Mello held Matt’s sack in his palm, gingerly massaging the testicals. He experimentally licked along his shaft and sucked at the tip and when his ministrations were awarded with barely restrained moans he took the whole of Matt in his mouth.
Everything was in perfect synchronization: the spray of the water accompanied by Mello’s ministrations not to undermine the visual stimulus either. The blonde’s hair clung to his shoulders, dripping water onto his back and chest which rolled down the length of his body before dropping to the floor. The water seemed to trace the contours of his back and his hips, accenting every curve in the most beautiful way.
Matt squeaked when Mello swallowed him whole. Heat surged through his already burning body and he gasped in a breath of even hotter steam. The coil in his stomach was tightening with every contraction of Mello’s mouth around his arousal accompanied by the saliva and the soft scraping of the blonde’s teeth. Matt bit his lip and moaned through his teeth.
Mello stopped his ministrations temporarily and laughed. “Stop being such a goddamned man, or I might have to go further.”
Matt’s mind raced as he thought whether or not it was actually possible for the blonde to go any “further”.
Mello resumed his previous ministrations and Matt obeyed with wanton moans. He tangled his fingers within the locks of soaked blonde hair, inviting Mello “further”, a bit curious to see if it was even possible. Mello accepted the invitation a bit too eagerly as he swallowed Matt even further, letting his throat muscles tighten and contract around the red-head’s arousal.
Matt’s vision blurred momentarily where all he could make out was the grey of the steam concealing the white tiled walls. The coil in his stomach tightened once then disappeared as he came with his loudest shriek yet. Once his vision had corrected itself, he stared wide-eyed at a very satisfied looking Mello. The blonde flopped against the wall behind him and licked the white liquid off of each individual digit like a cat with milk.
Matt totally snapped.
He threw himself at Mello, pinning him to the wall and pressing his need against the blonde’s entrance. Surprisingly the smaller man didn’t resist but much to Matt’s annoyance he went limp in his arms. Matt snorted and Mello laughed at the red-heads frustration.
“God, Matt. We’re not animals. Have you no restraint?”  Mello asked teasingly.
Instead of pointing out that if he had no restraint Mello would’ve been fucked by now, Matt replied by licking away the cum that had escaped the blonde’s mouth and dribbled down his lip. Mello sighed happily.
“What’s wrong with doing it like animals? It worked for everyone before us. Besides it’s your fault for being such a fucking tease.”
“Mmm.”  Mello replied with a soft moan.

The fucking whore.

He was enjoying it.

Rather than bitching about it Matt decided to take advantage of the situation. He nibbled gingerly at Mello’s collarbone but as soon as he did he was pushed onto his back via Mello’s foot in his stomach. Mello’s eyes glittered sadistically, amused by the red-head’s desperation. In one fluid motion he stood and turned off the water, grabbed a towel off the towel bar and stepped out of the shower.
Matt was left on his ass (as he usually was), naked, wet and bewildered. Matt wanted sex; Mello was walking in the opposite direction. It seemed to him that, that really wasn’t working out.
After Mello was a little ways off he stopped and looked back over his shoulder. “The fuck, Matt? Get off your ass. I need you to dry me off.”
The red-head pondered the words for a good moment or two until he came to the conclusion that drying the blonde would mean touching him and that would lead to some other things… at that Matt scrambled to his feet and dashed out after the blonde. Matt’s confusion reached its peak when he left the bathroom to find Mello on the bed, on his knees, with a towel about his waist. What was the point of covering it? Like Matt hadn’t seen it before.
Mello must have noticed the bewilderment in the red-head’s expression for he rolled his eyes in the way he always did and motioned for Matt to come closer. Matt crawled onto the bed next to Mello.
“It’s a slingshot.” Mello explained.
“What?!”
“Ugh! I mean you fuck me and it gives you more leverage, dumbass.”
“Leverage?”
“Do I have to explain everything to you?! It allows you to go as fast and as deep as you want.”
Matt grinned. “I like fast.”
Matt expected to look up to meet Mello’s irritated glare, but instead the blonde wore a sexy grin, like a lioness in heat challenging the courting male.
The red-head returned the wicked grin. He leaned down and licked around the blonde’s puckered entrance.
Mello gasped. “Matt! Quit screwing around!” he growled.
Matt gingerly penetrated the blonde with his tongue. Mello bit his lip to keep himself form screaming but quiet moans began to leak out as the red-head moved his tongue within the tight heat. Matt smiled, for the tables had turned. Ohhh, they had definitely turned…
Matt removed his tongue and plunged into the blonde who replied with a shout. Mello took in short gasps of air, interspersed with groans of discomfort. Matt refrained from thrusting wildly into the smaller man, giving him time to adjust to the feeling of being completely filled. Mello’s breathing eventually slowed but Matt was unsure whether to continue right away.
To fuck or not to fuck;

That is the question.

Matt was alarmed by Mello’s sudden hiss. “The hell, Matt?! What are you waiting for?!? Dammit, take me!!”
Matt swallowed hard then thrusted into the blonde, yanking the towel in time with his thrusts. Mello screamed wantonly, moaning, begging Matt for more though he was helpless against the red-head’s overpowering movements. Matt gloried in his temporary dominancy, letting the testosterone overtake his conscious thoughts. Matt picked up a faster pace, and accommodated it by deepening thrusts. Mello’s knuckles were white from clenching at the sheets and saliva trickled from his mouth. His breaths were labored and barely noticeable between his screams. Matt licked his lips like a starving jackal. He bent over the blonde and nibbled at his earlobe. He took Mello’s neglected arousal in his hand and pumped along with his thrusts. Mello gave a final shriek and came into Matt’s hand soon followed by the red-head, spilling his seed within the smaller man.
Matt flopped onto his back and took in a deep breath.
That was good…
Matt couldn’t think of anything more intelligent. There were no adequate words to describe the experience. He could only lay there and try to catch his breath unconscious of anything outside of himself. Suddenly he felt a soft warm head of hair nudging at his side. He looked down to see Mello snuggled into his side, gently clenching at his ribs. The blonde’s eyes sparkled in a cute and loving fashion. He cuddled into the red-heads chest and sighed. Matt flopped his head back down onto the pillow and smiled, fingering the blonde’s hair. There was no need for words.  Mello started to giggle and Matt looked down only to be met by Mello’s lips pressed tenderly against his own. The kiss escalated and Mello swung his leg over Matt’s stomach. They giggled and kissed like lovestruck teenagers neither wanting to end the passionate encounter.
Mello finally broke it, the familiar wicked glitter returning to his eyes. “Ready for round two?”
Matt grinned back. “Thought you’d never ask.”
The red-head crashed the blonde’s lips against his own. The two kissed and ground into each other in away that was terribly taboo but so right.

“Excuse me?”

Mello squeaked and fell off of Matt into the space next to him. Matt, alarmed by the interruption sat up to see none other than the white haired little shit (a.k.a. Near) standing in HIS doorway, interrupting HIS sex, with HIS woman (man, whatever >___>).
“THE FUCK NEAR?!?!? GET OUT!!!” Mello screamed.
Near looked very unamused, “Next time you plan on having intercourse you might care to close the door.” With that he turned and walked away. “When you guys are finished I’ll be waiting in the living room.”