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This is a bit from MRS-Jeevas' The Mello Code on MangaBullet. Matt has been going to Catholic classes so he can be baptised and then Mello decides he wants to go. So, here they are, Mello radiating sex appeal and Matt feeling awkward and the Dean walks by....
-"You're a Roman Catholic?" Peter asked. He wasn't particularly loud, but everyone was openly listening. Matt understood. He was fascinated by Mello too. Mello nodded, starting to say 'yes, I am', but Peter talked over him. "I understand that you're Matt's sponsor." He said it like that was a major achievement. Matt supposed, for all kinds of reasons that Peter couldn't know about, that it was. "Which Church do you attend?"
There it was. Matt saw uncertainty flash across Mello's features. He wasn't going to blithely lie, as Matt had done, about them belonging to a small church near to their home, which had no classes like this. Matt had primed Mello. He had no reason not to know the story. It wasn't often that Mello was at a loss for words, but this was one of them. Matt hated it. He hated Peter for asking and Mello for taking this religion seriously. He hated the other fourteen people for simply being there. Matt felt the words float up into his mind and knew that he was going to say them. He hestitated for a second or two, but Mello still hadn't responded, so Matt did. "My husband attends the same small church that I do."
There was a loaded silence. One of the younger adults grinned and whispered to the woman next to her. Peter, though, stared with his face flushing from pink to scarlet. There were many raised eyebrows, but no-one was precisely reaching for a pitchfork. Matt watched them. The social alchemy was delicious. In his mind, it was currently bypassing the inherent danger of embarrassing Mello in this context. Still, the potential stormcloud might have passed harmlessly overhead, but for the fact that the deacon reacted. He took a step backwards and a finger wobbled in the air. "I'm sorry, what did you just call him?"
"My husband." Matt replied, calmly.
Mello's head bowed down, his forearms resting on his thighs. Blond hair covered his face and thus his expression. Peter shook his head hurriedly, still stepping back like homosexuality was contagious. "I'm sorry." The deacon repeated. "No. No. That can't happen."
Matt nodded. He would have pursued it, but Mello was unreadable. In that position it was impossible to determine if the blond was crying or on the brink of detonating. Finally, the wrongness of mentioning their relationship in this place, in this company, dawned on Matt. It overtook his own irritation and he realised that what he'd actually done was humiliate and betray Mello. Matt flushed, craving a cigarette and wanting to just leave that place. They had another hour of this, dependent upon Peter and Mello, it was going to be excruciating and it would be followed by whatever retribution Mello sought to exact. Matt hoped it was anger. He didn't think he could stand Mello just crying.
"Peter." It was Lucy, one of the more extroverted precatechumens. "It's alright." Matt could have kissed her.
"No." Peter blustered. "No, it isn't." He pointed up towards the giant crucifix on the wall. "We don't do that sort of thing here!"
"Do what?" Mello finally growled from beneath his hair. His head rose and now Matt knew the source of the tension. Mello's eyes flashed with ice. Matt swallowed. Fire was easier to contain, if Mello was going to be upset. This was far more dangerous. This was Mello furious, but in control of his own mind. Matt resisted the urge to place himself between Mello and Peter, because the deacon was not going to win this. Mello's gaze was fixed on the man. "Sir, you are acting very unprofessionally. The priest has sent you to represent my faith?" Mello snorted. His words lashed with venom. "I don't think so."
"Leave!" Peter pointed towards the door. "Leave now."
Mello had sat back. Matt supposed that Mafia dons had met that look in the past. It was trained in all its full intensity upon the deacon now. "Peter. You are well named. Denying the name of Christ three times before the c**k crowed. Do you fear the c**k crowing, Peter?" Mello smirked. Peter, in moving backwards, banged against the knees of the seated woman behind him. Everyone was on edge, all frozen in their seats. Matt just watched. They were afraid and yet Mello had made no threat. It was the most interesting thing that had happened in the hours he'd been forced to sit in this hall. "Ladies and gentlemen, I apologise. I apologise that you are being introduced to the word of God through this man. My God is a God of love." Mello nodded towards the crucified Christ. "There is no greater love than what He did for us and yet people like Peter here," Mello stopped to sneer his contempt, "take that and mould hatred out of it. Petty, petty, petty."
Brian, one of the older gentlemen, coughed. "Peter wishes you to leave, son. I think it would be best."
Mello nodded. "Yes, Sir, you are probably right." He inclined his head towards Brian with a faint smile. It was quickly extinguished as he looked back at Peter. "So you are going to teach these people hatred in the name of my Lord? They are here for initiation into the Christian Mysteries, but that's not why you're here. You are here to indoctrinate them into a corrupt Churchianity." He stood now, sleek and feline. He took a couple of steps and Matt immediately jumped to his feet. But Mello dipped down, crossing himself, in the direction of the far altar. Peter took the opportunity to hurry forward, his hand outstretched to, presumably, grab Mello by the collar and manhandle him out. He didn't get that far. Mello caught his hand, in the same movement as rising, and spat out the words, "You would attack me while I'm kneeling to Christ? Get behind me Satan!" He threw him. Matt wasn't quite sure how Mello had done it. For all their escapades and their sexual relationship, Matt had rarely seen Mello actually fight. Peter lay on his back on the floor, rage contorting shocked features. Mello shook his head, glancing from side to side at the stunned people around him. "The Lord be with you."
"And with you." Came the automatic response, mumbled from over a dozen lips.
Mello prowled across the circle and stepped out. "You're not coming again, Matt."
"'kay." Matt swallowed as he followed.
"Incidentally," Mello stopped by the door and looked back. "Let him who is without sin cast the first stone. Peter, my gaydar went off the second I saw you. Good evening." He stepped out into the night and Matt, jogging to keep up, didn't know whether to feel contrite, afraid or incredibly turned on.- LOL
 Sempiternal Hell · Fri Aug 06, 2010 @ 04:17am · 0 Comments |
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