Axel Grease
Complete - Death Note - Rated: K+ - English - Angst - Chapters: 1 - Words: 395 - Matt / Mello
Short piece for dA's Suicide Mission drabble contest - Matt's POV about the first time he and Mello meet after he left Wammy's. Very short oneshot, really just a drabble... Rated K+ for Mello ... being Mello!
I knew he was staring, most people do. From what I could tell, he was tall, thin and blonde he almost reminded me of... no, don't be stupid Matt, you haven't seen him in five years.
I could feel the beautiful strangers' eyes boring into me. He turned to face him with my trademark grin but when I saw his face my heart stopped. I couldn't move, my hands started to get clammy and butterflies were churning up my stomach. Those same big green eyes I had lost myself in all those years ago where there again, compelling me, tempting me. I bit my lip and swallowed back the lump that was forming in my throat. I wanted to laugh and I wanted to cry but I could do nothing except stand on the sidewalk, gaping like an idiot. It appeared he had the same realisation as a huge smile lit up his face.
The time it took for him to approach me seemed like an eternity. I honestly thought this was a dream or a mirage which was consequence of my late night drinking session. But no, this was real, he was real.
Mello greeted me with a hug in which I responded by pressing my hand to his lower back closing the space between us. I shut my eyes and inhaled that familiar scent of leather and axel grease. This felt right, natural but above all it felt nice. I wanted to cry with relief and joy at having found him, and in the middle of L.A of all places. All too soon he was drawing back for our embrace so I reluctantly dropped my hand and prepared myself for what was to come.
'You could have called, you motherfucker.'
Short piece for dA's Suicide Mission drabble contest - Matt's POV about the first time he and Mello meet after he left Wammy's. Very short oneshot, really just a drabble... Rated K+ for Mello ... being Mello!
I knew he was staring, most people do. From what I could tell, he was tall, thin and blonde he almost reminded me of... no, don't be stupid Matt, you haven't seen him in five years.
I could feel the beautiful strangers' eyes boring into me. He turned to face him with my trademark grin but when I saw his face my heart stopped. I couldn't move, my hands started to get clammy and butterflies were churning up my stomach. Those same big green eyes I had lost myself in all those years ago where there again, compelling me, tempting me. I bit my lip and swallowed back the lump that was forming in my throat. I wanted to laugh and I wanted to cry but I could do nothing except stand on the sidewalk, gaping like an idiot. It appeared he had the same realisation as a huge smile lit up his face.
The time it took for him to approach me seemed like an eternity. I honestly thought this was a dream or a mirage which was consequence of my late night drinking session. But no, this was real, he was real.
Mello greeted me with a hug in which I responded by pressing my hand to his lower back closing the space between us. I shut my eyes and inhaled that familiar scent of leather and axel grease. This felt right, natural but above all it felt nice. I wanted to cry with relief and joy at having found him, and in the middle of L.A of all places. All too soon he was drawing back for our embrace so I reluctantly dropped my hand and prepared myself for what was to come.
'You could have called, you motherfucker.'