Where are we going, and why am I in this handbasket?

[darkluna]

One last romp in camillabloom's universe. 'cause it's just not fic by me without awkwardness. I hope you don't mind, m'dear, and I hope it fulfils at least some of your desire for fluff. :-D

Oh, and the word count for this, including the title? 666. I... don't even know what to say.

(Still PG-13ish, still crack, still the fault of alien mind control.)


Heat and Chocolate

"I'm not trying to get you drunk," Mello says. "This is just really good."

The half-empty bottle of Godiva liqueur sits open on the table, and Bill has lost track of who's had how much. A couple of hours ago, Mello showed up at the apartment, as he does, unannounced and cockily sure Bill would be both alone and thrilled to see him. Perhaps he has supernaturally good timing, or perhaps Bill is not as much the party animal as he likes to imagine, but both are always true. Mello stays away just long enough for Bill to start wondering if he's given up, or found someone more interesting.

That idea's rather more distressing than it should be. Because Mello is the sort of person who'd have a life full of interesting someones. Probably easier someones, too.

"What is it you do, when you're not with me?" Bill says.

Mello shrugs. "Useful things. For various people."

"People I shouldn't know about?"

"More or less."

Bill has heard enough playing at toughness to know the real thing when it's right in front of him, and he's struck by how Mello is contrasts held in perfect balance, and there might be a song in that. Cold steel and beauty, leather and... well, he doesn't actually know if his skin is soft. He looks away quickly, the empty glass suddenly feeling strange in his hand. "Another?"

Mello nods, and holds out his own tumbler.

Bill refills them both. A nice warm giddiness is settling over him, that stage of tipsiness where everything is all right and you feel like laughing because it's all just so cool. Cool how Mello is gorgeous and kind of scary, and carries a gun and wears a rosary, and wow. His eyes look really green tonight. Bill leans, probably accidentally, mostly accidentally anyway, against the arm Mello has flung across the back of the couch. "Lovely," he murmurs, losing track of sentence structure a bit in a haze of heat and chocolate. "You really are."

Mello removes Bill's hand from his knee—how did it get there, anyway? "I can't believe I'm saying this, but you're drunk."

"I am not." He's still close enough that he can smell Mello's hair, spicy sweet like incense. "I'm happy."

Mello cuts his eyes over, more scary than gorgeous right now. "Artificially happy."

"No, no. Enhanced happy."

"You're a horny drunk."

"I am not. Horny or drunk."

Mello shifts, adjusting leather-clad legs so he's suddenly much father away. "If you were neither, you wouldn't be all over me."

"I—" Maybe he is drunk, a little, because if he weren't, he'd be able to think of something to say to charm away Mello's prickliness.

"Look," Mello says, "I'm not saying there's not a point at which the chase becomes boring. But I sure as fuck won't cheat to win it." He nods toward the bottle. "Keep that. I'll see you later."

He's at the door before it's clear he's actually leaving, and Bill's not sure how he moves fast enough to catch him, but he does. Mello and Godiva and the remnants of panic fog up his mind in a crazy sort of chain reaction, and usually he's an excellent kisser, really, but his aim's off this time and so is his balance. Mello's hands come up and falter against his chest, half keeping him from falling and half pushing him away. No, no, no. He turns his head, and suddenly it's working. Mello melts against him and kisses back, fiercer and hotter than any girl he's ever known. Bill blinks dazedly when Mello gently disengages their mouths and steps away.

"That wasn't 'cause you felt sorry for me, was it?"

Bill blinks again, but it only helps a little. "Of course not."

"And it wasn't the booze?"

"No."

"But you're still not gay?"

"I... don't think so."

Mello licks his lips in a thoughtful sort of way, and nods. "I can live with that."

Comments

[darkluna.livejournal.com]

Thanks very much! I think the plot bunnies for these two have run their course, but you never know. :)

[historyblitz.livejournal.com]

It totally makes sense to me why Mello does this. He likes the chase. He likes the challenge. This Bill person is in denial. So he presents both.

[darkluna.livejournal.com]

I don't usually pair people solely on the basis of "Holy tchotchkes, that's pretty," but look (http://www.buzznet.com/tags/tokiohotel/photos/bill-kaulitz/?id=40506291). Yay, I found the sitting-kinda-like-L one.

And I'm with Mello on the chase thing. :-D

[historyblitz.livejournal.com]

Wow, that's some impressive hair. XD

[darkluna.livejournal.com]

INORITE? And also quite L-like.