Emo Femboy Of Your Dreams

Matt stood in the narrow alleyway, just outside the club he had spent the last few hours in. He had remained relatively restrained, hitting a sweet tipsy peak that made the world feel a little lighter without completely tilting off its axis. The music possessed the crowd of late night ravers, the flashing lights pulsing relentlessly. A boy had offered Matt a bump, but he shook his head, using a smoke break as an excuse to leave. It was already past midnight and as he fell out of the emergency exit, Matt was reminded of just how quickly nights like these flew by.

He leant against the brick wall, the DJ set thrumming through muffled beats that he felt up his spine. Normally, Matt would have gone around to the back of the venue, where he could flirt with the girls or start shit with their boyfriends. Every so often, it would be the other way around, but he wasn’t always that lucky. However, tonight he needed to remain hidden well enough away that whatever he and Mello got up to wouldn’t be seen or heard by anyone. It came with the risk that someone else could show up before Mello, in which case, Matt would be completely screwed.

The familiar purr of a motorbike could be heard from the main road, gradually growing louder as it approached the club. The engine was killed suddenly, and Matt squinted behind the orange hue of his goggles to watch as the rider slid off his bike. He preemptively dropped his cigarette and ground it beneath his heel.

Once he pulled his helmet off, it became immediately apparent that it was indeed Mello who stood at the entrance to the alleyway. Matt let the breath he hadn’t realised that he was holding onto escape through his lips, regulating his anxieties. He would sober up soon, but he found himself racing through safewords and rehearsed hand gestures as he reassured himself that he could get out of this anytime. He was safe with Mello.

Mello took his time securing the bike before he turned around, able to discern Matt watching him from the end of the alleyway, uncharacteristically still. He frowned as he approached the redhead, the curt clipping sounds of his heeled boots announcing his arrival. Matt looked frightened, and Mello had to deny himself the hesitancy he would otherwise surrender to. Unless Matt said so, he had to assume this was what he wanted. He had to trust that he would voice any genuine discomfort he felt.

He stopped only a few inches away from Matt, leaning in close so his face was up against the other’s, “What the fuck are you staring at me like that for?”

Matt’s eyes averted immediately, as if caught committing a heinous act, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” His voice was quieter than usual, a timidity that Mello had thought dissolved in childhood but now distorted his delivery, his tone wavering. He grabbed Matt’s chin in his hand, studying his expression carefully. It was hard to make out the nuances of his composure in such a dark environment, but he could feel the heat of Matt’s face through his gloved fingers.

“You want attention? I will give you attention, bitch.” Mello moved his hand from Matt’s chin to his chest, roughly shoving him against the wall. Flinching, Matt felt the impact resonate throughout his body, the club music throbbing against the back of his head. Mello could smell the booze on him, but determined he was not completely wankered. He was not meant to be, anyway.

Mello pressed his body closer, grinding his hips against Matt’s, rubbing himself on the latter’s growing erection. Matt writhed, deliberately not reciprocating to the rhythm Mello was establishing. Instead he shook his head, slowly at first, until Mello leaned in to bite his neck. Then, Matt began to push the other with a heightened sense of urgency.

“No. No, please, stop!”

Mello ignored any guilt that accompanied his arousal from Matt’s explicit denial, continuing to force the weight of his body against the other’s. He proceeded to sink his teeth into the soft curve between Matt’s neck and his shoulder, a trail of dark bruises littered across his skin.

Matt’s body reacted against his will, his moans betraying an evident feeling of pleasure. Mello turned Matt around so that his face pressed into the brick wall, and clamped his hand across his mouth. Matt had not been too loud so far, but he was not willing to take any chances.

Matt felt a rush of adrenaline in spite of the pain Mello was inflicting upon him. Matt had beaten Mello plenty of times when the two would wrestle with one another, but the blonde had his weak spots memorised – they were the same areas where Matt enjoyed being kissed. Mello took advantage of his extensive knowledge of Matt’s body to force him into submission. Matt couldn’t even hear his muffled cries against the pressure of Mello’s hand on his mouth. As he tried to reach up to pull Mello away from his face, he felt his trousers fall gracelessly to his ankles, the cool breeze of the night whipping against his exposed calves and thighs.

Shit, he thought. Mello was going to fuck him. They were not going to have sex, or be intimate with one another. This was going to be rough and carnal, unrestrained fucking. Matt caught himself in the web of a sob, overwhelmed by this predicament.

Mello moved his hand away from Matt’s mouth and flicked his right shoulder lightly. You okay? Matt, breathing deeply, returned by reaching around and flicking Mello’s thigh. Yeah. The wind whistled as Mello undid his fly. Matt still wanted this, which reassured Mello he could go harder, push this a little further. He held his dick in his hand and fed it into Matt’s ass, unable to restrain his gratification in the warm tightness that it delivered.

“Please, let me go! I won’t tell anyone.” Matt begged, his palms now flat against the wall. Mello thrusted indifferently, closing the distance between himself and Matt to deny him any space to move at all.

“You’re a whore, you know that? Do you have no self-respect?” Mello found himself easing quite well into this role, the words spilling from his lips with the authoritative nature he had honed over his years as the head of a criminal organisation. His fingers pressed deeper into the small of Matt’s back and he continued barging himself into his ass without mercy, “Answer me!”

Matt gasped, the violence Mello’s movements combined with the sharpness of his words teasing his inclination towards fear. No matter how many times he tried to bargain with Mello, none of it was reducing his dominance in the situation. As violating as it felt, Matt could feel his own cock pulsing against his trousers in a sense of twisted pleasure at submitting to such abuse.

“You’re right, I am a whore! Please let me go… I will do anything!” Matt sobbed. Mello almost anticipated that Matt would revoke his consent. It felt like they were approaching dangerous territory, but Matt showed no sign of indecision in spite of his words. Mello allowed himself to keep thrusting, aware that he was on the brink of an orgasm.

“That’s right, you are.” Mello sneered. Matt tried to adjust his positioning to alleviate the tension Mello’s dick held in his body but the blonde caught him, pinning him between his shoulder blades, “I’m teaching you a lesson, you don’t get to leave early.”

“It hurts!” Matt yelled, suddenly finding the courage to raise his voice, “Help! Someone help me!”

The jeopardy such a cry posed caught Mello entirely off guard, and he suddenly released inside Matt, gasping as he did so. He pulled out, taking several steps back as he hurriedly buttoned his trousers.

“Relax.” Matt reached inside his own trousers, attending to himself, “No one fucking cares unless they think they’re in danger.” His shoulders hitched as he groaned softly, having reached his own limit, “Fuck…”

“Let’s get out of here.” Mello snapped, clearly flustered at his lack of self restraint, his inability to pleasure Matt himself. Matt shook his head, planting a gentle kiss on Mello’s lips.

“Why cut the night short? I think you owe me a little something anyway for that performance.”

Mello let out a deep breath. They had work to do tomorrow, places to drive to, hotel rooms to bug and plans to formulate. This was a small fling that they engaged in because they had found the time to organise it into their tight schedule. Matt grinned in that half charming manner that made Mello feel slightly spoilt, and it dawned on him that they were only going to be nineteen and twenty once in their lives.