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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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]

[He smirks a bit into the kiss. Well, what else can he say but...]

Deal.

Thought you'd like that.

[he slides off of Matt and gets to his feet]

Let's get your water wings and hit the water

[Record scratch sound.

Matt's sitting up, but hold everything.]

Uh.

Water wings?

Joking. Life preserver and a kickboard. And no, I'm not kidding about those.

Christ.

[Matt sighs, casting a glance around the beach as he gets to his feet.]

If anyone else sees me, I'm sinkin' straight to the bottom.

That's what the life preserver's for, Matt.

[Smirks]

[Matt groans and marches towards the water like a man going to meet his execution squad.]

Fuck me.

That's for later.

[Mello takes him to the dock.]

Ready?

[Before getting an answer Mello kicks him into the water]

[Matt parts his lips to respond...but Mello's already kicking him into the water. His eyes widen and he tries to keep his balance, but the splash that follows is a pretty good sign that he failed.]

Fu--! You're a dick!

[Matt sputters.]

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