nothing but flowers

Title: Breaking Point
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Mello/Matt
Warnings: Language, slash, abuse of second person.
Word Count: 850
Notes: Written for hentai_contest's "angry sex" prompt.
Summary: You're sure he does it on purpose.

( we're both broken in our own little ways )

comment!fic for my dear shiny_glor_chan, and the prompt Death Note, Mello/Matt, they were just a bunch of numbers to Kira but that would change.

( No one's going to write us off )

For the prompt: Death Note, Matt/Mello, picking up the pieces

( I'll carry you through this burning land )

Title: Deadly Virtues
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Mello/Matt
Warnings: Swearing, religious irreverence, and abuse of italics :-)
Word Count: 2930
Notes: This is a remix of speaky_bean's brilliant "Deadly Sins & Broken Commandments", and was written for dn_contest.

( Heaven and earth don't ever mean enough )

I lost my comment_fic virginity. :D The prompt was "Death Note, Mello/Matt, driving across the desert at night."

Road Music

He doesn't let Mello drive that often; the car is his baby, and as with so many of Mello's ideas, the execution makes for white knuckles and the need to chainsmoke even more and a pulse pounding out a rhythm that sings oh god oh god we're gonna die get caught be grounded 'til we're twenty. But after a while a hundred miles an hour across empty desert starts to feel like hardly moving at all, and Matt lets his arm hang out the open window, lets his head fall back. He hums along to the pieces of songs chasing each other around in his mind, golden ages and pink moons, and Mello, steering with two fingers, laughs.

"You have the attention span of a gnat, Matty."

"Yeah yeah, but you love me."

"Don't push your luck," Mello says, with a smile that probably means just the opposite.

Watching him like this, in the moonlight that turns his hair silvery and softens the hard edges into shadow, Matt could almost pretend this is the life he used to daydream about. Just them, on the road, going from adventure to adventure.

He knew even then it'd never happen, just like he knows this isn't a road trip but a breathing space between battles. But he reaches over and tangles his fingers into Mello's already tangled hair, and grins at him, and tries not to think about how one of the best road-trip songs he knows is also a hymn to unrequited love.

I know it's probably poor form to de-anon, but I think all my friends knew I was tackling this kink meme prompt anyway. Oh, ha, it's actually allowed! :D

I of course spotted a typo as soon as I posted, I can't fix it there, and I'm anal-retentive. (And if Mello/Matt written in present tense with a genderswitch and lots of semicolons doesn't scream "elliefic," I don't know what does, hee.)

( I know and you know what's under it all )