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Shattered Glass
Matt laid on the bed that he and Mello had shared only hours before. It smelled slightly of sweat and sex and the chocolaty aroma that was undeniably Mello. He buried his nose in a pillow, the one that held the scent of sweet shampoo rather than his spicy one. A raking sob escaped from his lips, tears leaking from his eyes and covering his goggles with a misty screen. Shakily, he reached up and lifted the goggles away, throwing them blindly across the room, relishing in the smack! that sounded as they flew into the wall.
With nothing to stop them, his tears flowed freely, dampening the pillow. Each sob that managed to fight its way out was trapped, getting muffled in the fabric. They could still be heard but he had less of a chance of people knocking on the door worriedly.
Even so, a knock sounded, but Matt didn't have the strength to do anything about it. He merely laid there, crying loudly into his lover's scent.
After a few moments of light tapping, the door creaked open. Hesitantly, Near entered the room, walking over to the bed and sitting down. It took a moment but once Matt realized the albino's presence he pretty much threw himself at the smaller boy, wrapping his arms around his waist and crying into his stomach. His sorrowful wails much more audible without the pillow muffling him.
Near came into this room knowing exactly what Matt would do and was already prepared for the contact. Calmly he placed a hand in Matt's hair, threading his fingers threw the crimson locks soothingly. His normally expressionless eyes were tainted with sadness, not liking how broken Matt was. In his head, he cursed Mello viciously, something he'd never do out loud, for hurting him so badly.
They stayed like that until the tears dried in Matt's eyes, leaving him with a hiccup and a sore throat. Even then, Matt kept his arms around Near, shifting to rest his head rather than smother himself and Near kept on carding his fingers through Matt's hair. Eventually, Matt fell asleep, having tired himself out. Near let him sleep, he knew this was the only time he'd ever have the older boy.
Even if he was nothing but shattered glass.
Matt laid on the bed that he and Mello had shared only hours before. It smelled slightly of sweat and sex and the chocolaty aroma that was undeniably Mello. He buried his nose in a pillow, the one that held the scent of sweet shampoo rather than his spicy one. A raking sob escaped from his lips, tears leaking from his eyes and covering his goggles with a misty screen. Shakily, he reached up and lifted the goggles away, throwing them blindly across the room, relishing in the smack! that sounded as they flew into the wall.
With nothing to stop them, his tears flowed freely, dampening the pillow. Each sob that managed to fight its way out was trapped, getting muffled in the fabric. They could still be heard but he had less of a chance of people knocking on the door worriedly.
Even so, a knock sounded, but Matt didn't have the strength to do anything about it. He merely laid there, crying loudly into his lover's scent.
After a few moments of light tapping, the door creaked open. Hesitantly, Near entered the room, walking over to the bed and sitting down. It took a moment but once Matt realized the albino's presence he pretty much threw himself at the smaller boy, wrapping his arms around his waist and crying into his stomach. His sorrowful wails much more audible without the pillow muffling him.
Near came into this room knowing exactly what Matt would do and was already prepared for the contact. Calmly he placed a hand in Matt's hair, threading his fingers threw the crimson locks soothingly. His normally expressionless eyes were tainted with sadness, not liking how broken Matt was. In his head, he cursed Mello viciously, something he'd never do out loud, for hurting him so badly.
They stayed like that until the tears dried in Matt's eyes, leaving him with a hiccup and a sore throat. Even then, Matt kept his arms around Near, shifting to rest his head rather than smother himself and Near kept on carding his fingers through Matt's hair. Eventually, Matt fell asleep, having tired himself out. Near let him sleep, he knew this was the only time he'd ever have the older boy.
Even if he was nothing but shattered glass.
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DUDE WHAT THE FUCK!? makeing me look like a total pussy!