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Post by otakulady89 on Oct 18, 2016 20:56:04 GMT -5
Only a hundred years old... How did they live? A hundred years was such a short time to accomplish anything. How do artists become great at their art? How do religions grow and thrive? How do they learn anything? There's no possible way any of them could master a craft or hobby. He couldn't quite comprehend what it meant to live a life that short. He was in awe, suddenly, of these tiny creatures and their tiny existences. It felt so strange.
And that admiration turned to annoyance and a little bit of anger the second he was rejected. He didn't really understand that either. "Why? It's just sex." He huffed, frowning, "It isn't even as if it matters in the long run." But... it did matter to Matt. It mattered because it meant yet another person had no use for him, despite the use being right in front of them. It meant yet another person saying No, tossing him aside. He grit his teeth, temper rising and logic fading.
"There's someone else, isn't there?" He demanded. "Someone you hold in more esteem. Someone you want more." It was obvious, he could tell. Well... no, he couldn't, because otherwise he'd have saved them both the shame and wouldn't have asked. But he wished he could. He wished he could tell when someone was going to cast him aside.
The anger was boiling hot and painful, scalding his hearts. "What if I said yes anyway? Hm? What if I forced you? I'm strong enough. I could."
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Post by Fateful on Oct 18, 2016 21:04:43 GMT -5
Mello wasn't entirely sure what he expected, but ti wasn't this. Somehow, he had expected this to be a test and for the prince to laugh and say he did well in refusing him. Was this sort of thing normal here? No one cared one way or the other, especially up on the ark, but this was incredible, almost as if their society survived without hatred and other prejudice. So, he sighed because Matt was sorta right. IT was just sex, but Mello had never experienced 'just sex'. Feelings always got in the way either before or after.
"Hey, no.." There was no one else, and Mello didn't have a good reason to say no, but he could hear all of his training and diplomacy lessons going out the window the minute he decided to shrug his shoulders and fuck a prince. Then again, was more to be said about the wonders of alliances if he was with the prince, but he knew it would get dirty. Something would happen, they'd fight and Mello would either get killed or he would do or say something that would endanger his people. He didn't want to risk that.
At the mention of of being forced, the blonde wondered if the prince meant it. They were strong,e enough enough to kill a human without weapons. Matt especially. Mello had no doubt he could be killed by this man. So, he smirked and leaned forward, not quite close enough to be kissed. "Yeah? And what if I didn't think you would force me?"
A challenge. A dangerous, well placed challenge. Mello wanted to see if this was serious or a test on his behalf. And since they both knew he wasn't strong enough to fight, he wanted to see if this was genuine or just... Matt wanting to use someone to numb his own pain. Mello didn't want to be that because that would go further south than just having a fling.
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Post by otakulady89 on Oct 18, 2016 21:17:31 GMT -5
A dangerous challenge and a test. Matt's anger, his rage, weren't diminished, weren't fueled by things that a challenge could wipe away or add to. He didn't think, not properly anyway, beyond how beautiful that smirk looked in the light. Later, he would wonder what possessed him. Later, he would be ashamed of his actions. For now, that smirk, that challenge, that beauty and that rage all combined into something he couldn't fight, and he snapped foward, a hand in that blonde hair, another on his shoulder, pushing the human down. He pulled at the hair to hold Mello's head still, making good on his threat to force him by pushing their lips together in a proper kiss.
Well, as proper as it could be, when it was one sided, violent and sloppy. If matt were in his right mind, he'd probably have wept at how inarticulate and even selfish the kiss was. Matt was a good lover, had been whenever he was asked, and now he was throwing that record away because he was angry and hurt and very, very desperate. He was so, so tired of people pushing him aside, of people not taking him seriously, of people passing him by.
So what if this was wrong? So what if Mello had said no? So what if the kiss tasted of tears and worry and everything kisses shouldn't taste like? So what if Mello's scent was frightened and worried instead of aroused and adoring?
None of that mattered to Matt. (It did. It so very much did.)
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Post by Fateful on Oct 18, 2016 21:31:13 GMT -5
The kiss was hard and it forced Mello down onto his back. One of his legs was bent at a strange angle and he was in pain. Matt was far stronger than he was and he was hurting him. Mello wondered if the red head would actually hurt him and if he would kill him. Even with the challenge, this was not what he expected. IT was rushed, sloppy and strangely painful. The hand in his hand pulled some hair from his head and the one on his shoulder would likely leave a bruise.
So, the blonde wasn't sure what he should do. At first, he didn't move and did nothing, assuming that the kiss would end. However, after Matt shifted, Mello took a breath and shifted as well. He opened his eyes faintly, still in pain, but not totally willing to admit that he lost. At least he knew the red head was serious now. "Mm.." He mumbled into the kiss, trying to get the other's attention. His hands weren't bound, so he did the only thing he could without risking an incident. Very softly, Mello ran his hand along the top of Matt's spine and over the nape of his neck, to his hairline. It was soft, delicate and almost loving.
Matt hesitated and Mello moved under him and kissed him back briefly before turning his head away from the prince. His leg was still bent and the way he was pinned left him terribly uncomfortable. "Y-You're hurting me.." He said evenly, without sounding as if he was in any pain at all. "I'm sorry..." Mello looked up at Matt, meeting his gaze.
"I thought you were testing me, that this was a trick or something to see if I'd sleep with you. I... I didn't think you actually wanted me."
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Post by otakulady89 on Oct 18, 2016 21:45:17 GMT -5
There it was. The touch Matt had been hoping for. The soft caress that felt almost like love up his back and to his temple, and Matt shuddered. He faltered. He stopped, and breathed, air between their lips and regret in Matt's eyes. Why was he doing this? This was wrong. This wasn't the way to start anything with care to it. He was hurting the blonde. Hurting him and forcing him and becoming worse and worse by the second. What was he letting the world make him into?
He pulled away entirely, when Mello said he was hurting him, and sat back, trying to control his breathing. "...I do." He answered, "I do want you. Have, for a while, I think. But... that wasn't about that, and it should have been. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. Or done that. You... You said no. I should respect that."
He looked at Mello then, and for a moment, his face had the naked fear of a child, "Please don't hate me?"
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Post by Fateful on Oct 18, 2016 21:52:49 GMT -5
As soon as Matt pulled away, Mello moved his leg and sat up. They were almost face to face now and Mello watched the sorrow come across his face and pollute his eyes. Somehow, it made him sad. After all Matt went through, he didn't deserve to feel this bad. Well, he sorta did, but he stopped rather than pushing himself further and making things worse. Since he had let him go, Mello didn't see it as an attack.
Mello smiled, hearing that he was wanted. IT was strange, since he never expected to hear the other say it. While Matt was always around, visiting and talking to him, mostly laying in his bed, he thought it was because he trusted Mello the least, since he had, in a way become the defacto leader since he was the highest ranking military officer still alive, and everyone trusted him. ..And L spent a lot of time in the ship.
A small laugh escaped him and Mello pushed in Matt's cheeks with his knuckles softly, needing at them in a teasing way before letting go. "Thank you for apologizing, but nothing happened you can't take back. You didn't do anything." The blonde stood up, showing he wasn't hurt, but considered something for a short time. Then, he pulled off his shirt, exposing his chest and the mark already forming on his shoulder.
Leaning forward, he kissed Matt's forehead to try and put him at ease. "Hey?" He whispered. "I don't hate you." His tone was sweet and soft, a lovers whisper only Matt could hear. "You're right, though. You... You're much stronger than I am and you need to be careful. I think before we can do anything you know, too wild, we're going to have to make sure you won't accidentally kill me." He sat down on he bed again, looking into those fear filled eyes. "And... if this is going to happen, it can't be here."
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Post by otakulady89 on Oct 18, 2016 21:59:07 GMT -5
There was that beautiful smile again, and Matt didn't know how he could smile after such a thing. Rape was one of three sins punishable by fire. The other two being any harm to a child or royalty, and murder. He felt sick at himself for even thinking of forcing the other man. And here Mello was, smiling, as if nothing was wrong, and Matt had spilled water on his carpet, instead of holding him down and kissing him against his will.
"I di-" Matt tried to insist, but Mello's words cut him off, as did the removal of his shirt. Verdant eyes wandered over soft muscles, and he wanted to touch them. His fingers twitched with that want, eyes closing at the press of Mello's lips to his forehead. They opened again when the blonde spoke again. His eyes flashed to the bruise on Mello's arm, and he swallowed. "How... do we do that?" He asked, frowning. "The only thing I can think of is... Well... If you drank black water, it would improve your physique and endurance? It... might work?" It was also the key to good marathon sex.
"Where then?" He asked, suddenly eager for this. Eager to make some getaway just for the two of them. Eager to have someone who cared enough to put aside their morals for him.
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Post by Fateful on Oct 18, 2016 22:04:27 GMT -5
Mello wasn't sure exactly how to do it either, short of giving Matt glass and telling him not to break it. If he could handle glass, he could handle him, right? But the idea Matt presented wasn't a bad one. "Yeah, I'll drink it." And he agreed as easily as that. There was no point in fighting it. It would help him overcome his own weakness and if Matt did hurt him badly enough, it appeared as though he would stop when realizing how much pain he was in. In theory, this could actually work and Mello didn't mind it.
Political nightmare, but he never cared for politics. He was just sometimes good at them.
"Uh... well no where too close to your or my city. No where my or your people could find us, but a place that's close enough that we could get back if anything happened." mello had explored a lot of the woods. Near had told them not to go East, since that's where the city was, so Mello went in every other direction. He found some caves, a valley, deep, super old woods with a lot of valleys. They, he blinked. "Not far from here's there's a heavily wooded area and just over this fast moving red stream is a huge fallen tree. What... What if we hollowed out part of the tree. No one would go in there, it's already fallen and looks natural. We could figure something out. We could possibly make a place both of us could stand." The tree was almost as wide as the houses here were tall.
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Post by otakulady89 on Oct 18, 2016 22:18:11 GMT -5
Matt could almost picture it. A hollowed out little nest filled with blankets and pillows and the two of them. The sound of a running stream beneath them and a home filled with love and laughter... And even if it ended badly, Matt would have memories. He would have secrets that just the two of them shared, that could keep his hearts warm at night. He licked his lips. "I like it. I like that idea a lot."
He shifted forward, so that Mello could see his eagerness. "I can gather up pillows and blankets from the palace, no one will notice them going missing one at a time. Building materials would be easy to get. And since I have no responsibilities right now, I can work on it every day."
Mello's idea consumed his thoughts, pushed aside the sadness, the anger, the worry. Pushed aside how much he wanted someone to notice him, because someone had. And those blue eyes were looking at him like he was the world. He felt like the whole world, in that moment.
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Post by Fateful on Oct 18, 2016 22:24:32 GMT -5
Mello smirked and leaned forward, brushing his nose against Matt's. The gesture was so soft and so genuinely human that Mello wondered if Matt would understand the intimacy of it. When his mother was alive, she once told him that when she and Ivan first started dating, they would do that, since they weren't allowed to kiss. They hadn't done that in years, and it made her sad, but Mello remembered how fondly she told the story to her son and daughter. Ivan had been the rare exception to the one child rule, if, only because there was no choice in the matter. His wife had gotten pregnant one time and delivered one pregnancy. With two, living children.
"I.. would like that. I can't take much from here, but I can help you build it when I'm not doing things for the others. I'll figure something out. We can figure something out." Somehow, he was glad Matt would do most of the work since he knew there was no way he would be able to get all of that done in such a short amount of time. Especially since he would heal.
Mello licked his lips. "hey? I um... I need you to bring me black water too. I haven't seen it around here and I have no idea where to get it. Can you... handle that? For me?" he smiled, almost embarrassed to be asking for it. He felt like a teenager asking his partner to ring condoms. The thought flickeringly occurred to him, but Matt was young. Alien or not, there wasn't like.. space aids right? No living human had any sort of STD. if they did, their whole race would have it. mello was healthy and knew there was nothing he could pass on, so it meant he didn't have to worry, right? Matt likely didn't either and even if he did, they were aliens... They didn't have the same reproductive systems. Then he realized what he was considering and immediately wondered what Matt looked like naked. Totally naked.
His cheeks turned slightly pink. "Hey..." He said softly. "D-Do we even know if we can... have sex?" He asked. "Like, if we're actually physically compatible?"
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Post by otakulady89 on Oct 18, 2016 22:35:40 GMT -5
Matt had never experienced anything so intimate and silly as rubbing noses together. Not even blowing raspberries on Near's tummy when they were both very young had felt as silly and mindblowing as this. He giggled, wrinkling his nose and repeating the action. Somehow... Somehow he knew everything would be okay. So long as he had Mello, everything would be okay. Was this how his mother had felt, when she loved Light so feircely? Everyone has said she would have put out the sun for him, had he asked it. Instead, she gave her life to give him a second son. He wondered if Mello would do the same for him, someday.
Ah, but he was getting ahead of himself, distracted by the touch of Mello's pink tongue along those lucious lips. He wanted to kiss them again. "I can get black water. And to answer your question there are black water springs all over the place, you just have to look for the right plants." He smiled, "That, or you can collect it at the end of the rains. It falls heavy and hard, so you have to get as many containers outside as possible." Here he was, giving them tips on how to get ahold of black water. Well, it wasn't as if there were limited quantities of it.
Mello's shyness brought Matt's attention back to those beautiful lips. They spoke, questioning the compatibility, and Matt had to smile. He leaned forward, then, daring to steal a softer kiss. "The reason we smell good to one another, is because our bodies are saying we would make healthy, beautiful, smart babies together. Of course we'd be able to." He blinked, "Unless... Well, are you worried about genitals? I can show you, if you want to know now?" He asked, not even remotely ashamed.
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Post by Fateful on Oct 18, 2016 22:48:19 GMT -5
Yeah, Mello supposed he could have thought of that. "Alright. I'll put a few things out and start to gather it for when I'm here." He thought he could always drink it on days where he knew he would see Matt. It made sense, right? They wouldn't always be together and he didn't want to weaken when they weren't together. Somehow, Mello felt strangely uncomfortable now, wondering how much stronger Matt was and if he looked physically better than he did. He didn't want to see some jacked guy and end up feeling like shit about himself. Matt's legs were often exposed, but he wore a poncho.
The blonde blushed slightly, not because he was surprised to hear Matt would reveal himself, but the mention of children. Especially since, they were both men. They couldn't reproduce. HE wanted to tell him that, but thought it would be a waste of time. He wondered if they could be weird if they undressed together. "If we did undress, would you be able to restrain yourself?" He asked, laughing a little. "We could undress, but you now, gotta control yourself." He teased with a smirk.
At the confirmation of this, Mello untied his pants and loosened the laces. He pulled them off and tossed them on the bed and did the same with his underwear, now naked before the prince. And... "Whoa..." Mello couldn't believe it. They... they were basically the same. Almost exactly the same. Their bodies had very little differences. Humans had more hair that covered their body while the Nahul appeared to be mostly hairless. Other than that, the differences weren't that drastic.
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Post by otakulady89 on Oct 18, 2016 22:59:09 GMT -5
"I can control myself!" Matt huffed, red touching his cheeks like paint from the paintbrush of his hair. "Besides, this is anatomy lessons, not playtime." He teased right back. The sight of Mello reaching for the strings on his pants however, had Matt's mouth watering. Controlling himself proved harder than he thought. But he managed.
Stripping his poncho off over his head left his hair mussed and wild, as out of sorts as the red on his cheeks and the wild in his eyes. He didn't stop there, either, undoing the beaded chords and wraps of cloth that held his genitals close to his body and protected them, fully naked now. His eyes roamed hungrily over Mello, and he licked his lips.
Very little difference indeed. A strange amount of hair spread on Mello's body, and Matt's fingers itched to touch. Their muscles grouped a little differently, but other than that... "You're beautiful." He said, smiling. He held his hands behind his back, lest they get the idea to follow praise with touch.
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Post by Fateful on Oct 18, 2016 23:05:57 GMT -5
The redness of Matt's cheeks drew Mello's attention. he wanted to touch him, to see if he could rub the red off his cheeks and onto his hands, as proof of the way he could enrage, arouse, and embarrass this alien prince. Somehow, it felt like some manner of pride, some accomplishment he could hold, the dip his words into the canvas of that wild hair and liter it across Matt's face in such a way. It was now also, that Mello realized Matt had freckles all over his body. Well, what he assumed were similar to human freckles. Just, birthmarks scattered everywhere.
Freckles that reminded him of stars, and endless galaxy full of glittering starlight. Mello licked his lips, not sure he could resist touching the other and what it would be for him to do so, what it would mean for the two of them to do that here, not knowing one another well, or their respective strengths. For all Mello knew, Matt could scream and break down the house. So he looked over his body, strangely pleased with what he saw and tried hard not to dwell too hard on it, for he worried about the reaction that would naturally follow for something he wanted so much.
"I... didn't think we'd be so similar."
The comment of how beautiful he was struck him and he looked, surprised at the prince and smirked. "So are you." Mello dig his nails into the palm of his hand, trying to stop his body from reacting to such praise, such affection for his appearance. His father had often said he was disgusting, resembling so closely his mother and sister. "and I want you..." He knew that it couldn't be now, so he bent down and started to redress himself, in an effort to ensure it wouldn't happen. After all, it would be too dangerous here and he wasn't sure that Matt wouldn't accidentally kill him. And if Melo screamed here, they would be caught.
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Post by otakulady89 on Oct 19, 2016 16:11:48 GMT -5
He wanted him... but wouldn't be willing to take what he wanted, even if it was given freely. Matt could understand that. AS a prince, he had to put his people first as well. So he smiled, and tilted his head coquettishly. "I want you too. But I can be patient."
/.../
Patient he had to be, because it took longer than he thought. He wanted it to be done now. But between finding the log, and actually managing to get the tools, it took almost three days. Carving out the inside was a bit more difficult, and actually required him to spend the night out in the woods, once. He didn't mind though. He woke up to Mello kneeling over him, and a smile. That had been very, very nice.
Two weeks in, and he's got it hollowed out enough to make a servicable little room. Near's training is going amazingly, and he wishes he could be around more to congratulate his brother, but being near his father is like a candle in the window during the rains. Explosive and likely to make him very, very angry. He did, however, make sure to tell Near he loved him every time he did see the boy.
He saw Gevanni more than his own brother now, and that was saying something. The botanist was quickly working up plans for a garden/farm plot, using the books Near had traded with him last time.
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