badfic_manor | Video/Action

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[The beach, the water, the blue sky...it's paradise. In theory. Because one man's paradise is another man's hell, and that man would be Matt. The only possible, logical reason for him to be sitting on the beach, his towel spread out between him and that cursed sand, is that he's under orders to do so.

He looks miserable.

And pissed.

And his nose is covered in sunscreen.

Matt takes a drag from his cigarette before letting it rest on a small plastic ashtray. He reaches for a neon green gun and points it at his head, closing his eyes before pulling the trigger. Squirt! The stream of cold water hits his cheek, and there's very very temporary relief from the heat.

Matt reaches for his cigarette, but it's not exactly where he left it. The ashtray has mysteriously 'grown' eight legs and is walking away.

Anyone for crab legs?]

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[Mello is caught and chuckles at Matt]

And the next step is...?

[Matt grins, giving a sudden tug to try and pull Mello down onto the sand with him.]

[Mello was expecting that, but the suddenness of the tug catches him off guard. Mello lands gracelessly in the sand next to Matt, his towel coming undone in the process. He looks mildly annoyed]

Fucker! Now I'm getting all sandy!

[Matt grins, like a shark that suddenly smells blood.]

Come on, little sand and sun will be good for you.

[He keeps ahold of Mello, trying to pin him now.]

Good for you not me! I actually go outside regularly!

[Kicks more sand at him with his free foot. Mello is still trying to glare at Matt while trying to get the upper hand here and get his ankle free before Matt has a chance to top him]

I like the sunscreen by the way.

Shit!

[Matt frowns and turns his head, but doesn't let go to shield himself from the sand. He just keeps inching over Mello's body.]

Yeah? Prove it!

That's what you get.

[But he's teasing. Mello stops struggling as Matt crawls over him, giving him a "give it your best shot" look.]

And how would you like me to do that.

[Matt pauses halfway up Mello's chest...and grins.]

Kiss it. Kiss the nose.

You want me to kiss your sunscreen covered nose?

[Mello makes a face]

You want me to kiss your greasy nose after you knocked me over and got sand up my suit?

You got it.

[Inch inch upwards.]

You can kiss my sandy ass.

One thing at a time, baby.

[Matt grins, over him and looking down again.]

Come on, you said you liked the sunscreen. Show me.

[Rolls his eyes]

Not enough to use it as Ipecac.

Least you can do is give me an eskimo kiss.

[Matt grins and tries to brush his nose against Mello's, sunscreen and all.]

[With an annoyed growl Mello rubs his nose against Matt's, smearing sunscreen]

Happy now, your majesty?

[Matt flops back onto the towel again.]

Pretty much.

Damn that was exhausting.

[Mello sits up irritably]

Pain. In. My. Ass.

[He considers Matt for a second and then grins predatorily. He has now pinned Matt to the towel. His face hangs a few inches from Matt's, one hand holds Matt's hands above his head on the sand, the other is inching up Matt's stomach. His legs keep Matt pinned where he is, unable to move. His mouth is dangerously close to Matt's ear when he wispers]

Quid pro quo, Matt.

[Matt chuckles softly. At least he got something out of the struggle. But it looks like Mello plans on doing the same. The muscles of his stomach tense under Mello's trailing fingers.]

C'mon. You know I'm all weak and defenseless right about now. You wouldn't take advantage of that, would ya?

[He's trying not to grin. Too much.]

Oh, never

[Mello kisses Matt before whispering the following into Matt's ear:]

I'm going to teach you how to swim.

[Because God knows what ELSE this place will pull on them, they could be out in the ocean, there could be a flood, there could be a morning they wake up on a raft in the middle of the fucking lake. And Mello will be damned before Matt dies of something as stupid and avoidable as drowning. He let Matt die stupidly once, he wasn't going to do it again.]

[Okay, that changes everything. The playful smirk vanishes from Matt's lips.]

Over my dead body.

[Which is probably what will wash up if he -doesn't- learn.]

[Mello's still on top of him]

Which could happen way too easily. That's why I'm teaching you how to swim. Then sandy towel sex.

No way I'm getting near that fuckin' water.

[Neither for drowning nor lessons. But then...

Matt arches an eyebrow slowly.]

Run that last part by me again.

We can have sex when I'm slightly more confident you aren't going to die in a retarded accident.

Hey, don't diss the retarded accidents. Good sex usually looks like one.

[Mello can't help but chuckle at that]

How about this, for however long you let me teach you you can have me naked afterward.

[He kisses Matt]

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