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Fanfic: Death Note, Lollipop, PG-13, Mello/Matt
Fandom: Death Note
Title: Lollipop
Rating: I'm not really sure, PG-13 or M (16+)? Adult themes very suggestable throughout.
Pairing: Mello/Matt
Warnings: Slash (that's guy love) and food!porn. Please don't read if you don't like!
Summary: Matt's distracting Mello in the worst way possible.
Notes: Was going to write the sequel to 'Even', but I got distracted and decided that I wanted to write some food porn instead. So enjoy!
Feedback: Is what I live for :D Seriously.



Fucking bastard… He’s doing that on purpose, Mello thought savagely.

Mello was watching Matt, completely transfixed and he was sure that the geeky bastard knew it too. The small living room of Matt’s apartment was murky and dim, the only light coming from the glare of the computer screens and Matt’s small, hand-held game device that flashed bright, bold colours across his goggles. Annoying beeps and bleeps from the demonic device were corrupting Mello’s ears, followed by the rapid clicking sounds of Matt’s fingers eagerly thrashing the buttons. But that wasn’t why he was staring…

It was so fucking irritating how bloody enthralled he was with the piece of candy Matt had so innocently wrapped his lips around. Of all the damn things he could have had in his mouth, he had to have a friggin’ lollipop. He could hear the faint click of the candy knocking against his teeth as his tongue playfully pushed it around. The animated reflections dancing on Matt’s goggles paused for a moment as his right hand took the stick of the candy, twirling it in his fingers, his tongue sweeping out of his lips to casually drape around it, and draw it back in. A soft, wet slurp fills Mello’s ears and he narrows his eyes, trying to ignore the tingle it sends to his groin.

Matt innocently returns to pushing the limits of the damn electronic contraption in his hands, completely oblivious to the daggers Mello’s sending him. The blonde studies the way his Adam’s apple slides up and down on the other man’s neck as he swallows and the way his cheeks hollow out with the suction. His tongue slides out across his lips again, the white stick of the lollipop swirling around the movement and then there’s that goddamn sound again, that wet seductive slurp which makes Mello shift in his seat as he tries to ignore the erection pressing against his leather trousers. He wants nothing more than to knock that goddamn game out of his hands and really show the dork a fun time, but that would mean Matt wins. It would mean showing Matt that the goddamn lollipop is getting to him. Which it wasn’t.

The round, pink head of the lollipop pushed against Matt’s lips and clinked against his front teeth. His tongue darts out again, to slide along his lips and leaves a glistening trail as he draws the candy back in. The red head swallows, his Adams apples gracefully bobbing up and down, and that’s when Mello makes his decision. Fuck it, he’s Mello and he always bloody wins. Taking what he wants is not losing, no matter what the context.

He throws his body weight into pinning Matt against the shabby sofa and knocking the gaming device out of his hands. Mello makes sure his legs are straddling the younger man, making sure he feels the erection that’s been throbbing against his pants and the damn punk-red head has the courtesy to look surprised. Before Matt can say anything, Mello forcefully grabs the obnoxious piece of candy that’s been tormenting him all night and throws it to some far corner of the room. His spindly fingers press against the back of Matt’s head as he forces their lips to meet, tongue demanding access and devouring the taste it finds. The tangy, sweet taste of strawberry that only candy has lining the musky taste of Matt.

“Next time,” he growled when their lips had finally parted, “we’re buying chocolate flavoured ones.”