Matt x Mello - For Granted

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Mello stormed inside his room, throwing a book at Matt’s head. “Fucking sheep!”

“I’m not a sheep…” Matt muttered, holding his face where the book had hit him. Tears stung his eyes, it actually really hurt. “I’m Matt…”

“I’m not on about you, dumb shit…” Mello said, kicking over a chair in frustration. “Guess fucking what Matt… Everyone had lost their fucking heads. L had just called Roger telling him that he’s letting Kira live with him in a fucking luxury hotel…”

“What has the sheep to do with this?” Matt asked, still holding his cheek.

“He’s fucking joining sides with L… It’s not justice, Matt… Kira should be executed for fucks sake. Urgh I can’t believe L had gone so soft… I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s in love with Kira.” Mello pushed over a pile of books.

So that’s what it is, Matt thought, Mello’s in love with L, isn’t he? Matt frowned. Mello’s ranting was annoying him, now, after being hit with that big ass book, now Mello was constantly repeating over and over…Matt finally snapped, “shut the fuck up, asshole. No one cares that you’re in love with L. No one loves you, not L not anyone.”

Mello glared at Matt. That piercing laser glare was all that took for Matt to shut up. He knew what was coming next. Mello grabbed Matt’s hair and threw him into the wall. Mello had snapped, now, too. Relentlessly beating and kicking Matt across the head, stomach, everywhere vulnerable. He eventually stopped kicking and instead got atop Matt’s torso and began to punch him across the face. “YOU… SHUT… THE… FUCK… UP… WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?  FUCKING PRICK. YOU’RE… MY DOG… AND… WILL… DO AS YOU… ARE TOLD!” he kept beating the helpless boy beneath him with his might, all of his anger seeping out like venom, and for Matt, this was hell. Not because it physically hurt, no… he was emotionally torn, he never felt so isolated and alone. It’s the worst being beaten by someone you love. Mello kept on punching, his fists covered with crimson blood. He was slowing down, exasperated and exhausted. It took a while for him to notice that Matt was unconscious. He took a few deep breaths before tapping Matt’s face lightly. “Matty… Matt…” he looked at him, confused. He wasn’t dead was he?

“Matt wake up... you alive?” he looked down at his bloody face, a wave of realization washing over him. He did it again… he had beaten Matt up to near unconsciousness once, but now he was obviously not awake. “Matty…” Mello murmured, kneeling in to check his breaths. They were there, but they were slow and shallow. “Matty, I…” he stopped, his eyes wide. His fingers fumbled around Matt’s weak, slender form, trying to find a way he could lift him. Once he had, he brought him up to his own bed. He couldn’t think properly. “Matty… hold on, Matty.” He muttered, then ran out of the room, closing the door. He jogged past the play room, then stopped, peeking inside. He saw Near building his stupid bricks. It was all his fault… Mello walked in and knocked over his structure, then kicked him in the face as hard as possible. “Stupid fucking bitch…” he picked up his toy train and snapped it in half, throwing it at his face. That’s when Roger walked in. Mello didn’t care, he pushed past him before the elder could tell him off, and ran towards the medical room. He searched through shelves until he found the first aid kit, then ran back to his own room, locking the door behind him so Roger couldn’t get in. As expected, Roger didn’t try to. Mello sighed and knelt by Matt, tears stinging his eyes. “Matty… hold on, alright…” he removed his shirt gently, and examined the cuts he had left on him. There were so many bruises. Mello couldn’t believe he was capable of doing something like this… to his Matty…

Once he had finished bandaging him up and cleaning up his face, he knelt over him and kissed his cheek, then the side of his broken nose gently, and finally his lips. He knew Matt would never know of this, so he hadn’t worried for his pride.

Mello had stayed with him until he regained consciousness. Matt’s eyes opened slowly, like a reverse of dying. Mello was closer to Matt than he thought, his face a centimeter from his. Seeing Matt awake made Mello happy. He hugged Matt immediately, careful as not to hurt him. “I’m sorry, Matty… god I’m really, really sorry…” he pulled away to see the other’s face. “Mello… it’s alright. I forgive you. I always will.” He smiled such a pure innocent smile, Mello’s heart felt like it was going to melt. He couldn’t stand looking at that face, staring back at him with pure love and warmth, but so bruised and beaten… and Mello had done it all to him. “Matty…” Mello whispered, “I love you.”

Matt’s eyes widened with surprise, he was speechless, his arms pulled around Mello for a fear of him suddenly pulling away and forgetting… like the last time… But that was the last time, Mello knew that he wouldn’t be able to take Matt for granted anymore, after seeing him on the fringe of death. He had pulled Matt into a long, gentle warm kiss. Matt could taste the chocolate, it was the best taste ever, it was the taste of Mello. The kiss alone made Matt feel pleasure beyond comprehension. The sweet pain inside was intensified by the precious moment. Matt was in pure bliss for those thirty seconds, before Mello pulled away and Matt felt as if someone had cut off a part of him. Mello placed his head in the crook of Matt’s neck, his arms snaking around his waist. Matt was crying. His arms around Mello, he thought that being beaten to near death was the best thing had happened to him. He was his, and only his.

Mello lifted his head slightly to look at Matt, his fingers tracing the line of his neck and across his collar. “You’re really stupid Matt…” he muttered. “I don’t love L… I love my little puppy, of course.” He smiled a devilish smile. “My loyal pet dog…” he paused for a moment. “I can’t stand any of them, Matty. I can’t stand Near… I can’t stand Roger and I can’t stand L.” Matt felt happiness from hearing those words coming from Mello. It’s as if all the isolation, the imprisonment was finally over. He prayed to god that tomorrow Mello didn’t forget. And when he heard Mello whisper “tomorrow… let’s run away…” he knew that Mello actually meant it.