Alphabet Meme - D - Dance - Loveless/Death Note - Kio x Mello
Title: Dance
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, AU
Words: 527
Series: Loveless/Death Note crossover
Pairings/Characters: Kio x Mello
Comments: These two remind me of Vegeta and Bulma. I don't even know.
“One, two, three, one, two, three, one-ugh, Mello!”
Kio huffed and wriggled away from Mello, crossing his arms as he strode to the other side of the room. He didn’t want to see Mello’s angry face right now, especially after the gun-toting moron had gotten the dance steps wrong for the thirteenth time in a row. Hearing his friend’s-or boyfriend, but it wasn’t as if Mello brought home chocolate for anyone but himself-growling, he figured his decision was well made. He grabbed his water bottle, pulling the top open with his teeth.
In the middle of the studio, Mello stood, fists clenched at his sides as he tried to keep his cool. It was technically a public place, and any extra attention to this ridiculous event was more than unwanted. “The hell, Kio?! I did it right that goddamned time!” he ground out, glaring at Kio. Kio, downright exasperated, sent him a cold stare before taking a healthy gulp of water.
“You stepped on my foot, that’s not getting it right!”
“Fucking shit-! It was good enough!”
“Mello, you-agh!”
Kio slapped the nozzle shut and tossed the bottle down onto the pile of their normal clothes, the ones they came in wearing but definitely not the ones they had on right now. He had already had his laughs at seeing Mello, a man uncomfortable exposing himself to those he didn’t like, in spandex. Being a nude model, Kio was more than comfortable with his body, and had absolutely no problems with flaunting it.
He strutted to Mello, blatantly displeased, especially as he poked the younger man’s chest with hard pokes. “You need to shape up! You promised you would help me out while my partner is off over in America, so keep it and shut it!” he said, emphasizing his words with intent prods of Mello’s muscled chest.
Mello glowered and swatted Kio’s hand away. “I didn’t goddamn sign up for wearing spandex and dancing around like some little girl, fuckfa-”
“Watch your language! What if there were kids here?!”
“Then they can get the fuck over it!”
“Mello, you’re so inconsiderate!”
“Yeah, got a problem with it?”
Kio sighed, flopping his forehead onto Mello’s chest. Their fights wore him out; unlike Mello, he couldn’t keep an argument going for too long, else he might explode or something stupid like that. “Look…if you cooperate just this once, I’ll get you chocolate. Sound good?”
As expected, Mello relaxed and paused at the very mention of his sweet desire. Sometimes it drove Kio crazy how centralized he was around the stuff, but whatever worked, worked, so why not?
“And leave me alone about this dancing shit?”
“Yes, Mello, and leave you alone about this dancing shit.”
It pleasantly surprised Kio when Mello nudged his head up and grabbed onto his waist and wrist, ready to get started. He smiled, didn’t exactly appreciate the fact that Mello had to be bribed to do favors, and put it back into his mind, keeping his thoughts busy with imagining the look on Mello’s face when he would eventually see the pictures of himself from that day all over FaceBox that afternoon.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, AU
Words: 527
Series: Loveless/Death Note crossover
Pairings/Characters: Kio x Mello
Comments: These two remind me of Vegeta and Bulma. I don't even know.
“One, two, three, one, two, three, one-ugh, Mello!”
Kio huffed and wriggled away from Mello, crossing his arms as he strode to the other side of the room. He didn’t want to see Mello’s angry face right now, especially after the gun-toting moron had gotten the dance steps wrong for the thirteenth time in a row. Hearing his friend’s-or boyfriend, but it wasn’t as if Mello brought home chocolate for anyone but himself-growling, he figured his decision was well made. He grabbed his water bottle, pulling the top open with his teeth.
In the middle of the studio, Mello stood, fists clenched at his sides as he tried to keep his cool. It was technically a public place, and any extra attention to this ridiculous event was more than unwanted. “The hell, Kio?! I did it right that goddamned time!” he ground out, glaring at Kio. Kio, downright exasperated, sent him a cold stare before taking a healthy gulp of water.
“You stepped on my foot, that’s not getting it right!”
“Fucking shit-! It was good enough!”
“Mello, you-agh!”
Kio slapped the nozzle shut and tossed the bottle down onto the pile of their normal clothes, the ones they came in wearing but definitely not the ones they had on right now. He had already had his laughs at seeing Mello, a man uncomfortable exposing himself to those he didn’t like, in spandex. Being a nude model, Kio was more than comfortable with his body, and had absolutely no problems with flaunting it.
He strutted to Mello, blatantly displeased, especially as he poked the younger man’s chest with hard pokes. “You need to shape up! You promised you would help me out while my partner is off over in America, so keep it and shut it!” he said, emphasizing his words with intent prods of Mello’s muscled chest.
Mello glowered and swatted Kio’s hand away. “I didn’t goddamn sign up for wearing spandex and dancing around like some little girl, fuckfa-”
“Watch your language! What if there were kids here?!”
“Then they can get the fuck over it!”
“Mello, you’re so inconsiderate!”
“Yeah, got a problem with it?”
Kio sighed, flopping his forehead onto Mello’s chest. Their fights wore him out; unlike Mello, he couldn’t keep an argument going for too long, else he might explode or something stupid like that. “Look…if you cooperate just this once, I’ll get you chocolate. Sound good?”
As expected, Mello relaxed and paused at the very mention of his sweet desire. Sometimes it drove Kio crazy how centralized he was around the stuff, but whatever worked, worked, so why not?
“And leave me alone about this dancing shit?”
“Yes, Mello, and leave you alone about this dancing shit.”
It pleasantly surprised Kio when Mello nudged his head up and grabbed onto his waist and wrist, ready to get started. He smiled, didn’t exactly appreciate the fact that Mello had to be bribed to do favors, and put it back into his mind, keeping his thoughts busy with imagining the look on Mello’s face when he would eventually see the pictures of himself from that day all over FaceBox that afternoon.