The Art of Dunking Cookies
On more than one occasion, he enjoyed the sweet taste of the chocolate chips melting on his tongue, but more often than none, it was as if Mello could smell the bitter morsels a mile away and would always come running, a glass of milk in hand.
"Share," he would demand, offering the milk to the slightly younger boy.
Matt would sigh and reluctantly offer the blonde his cookies, wishing for once he could claim them as his and his alone. Mello was always selfish and would gobble the treats up in one bite, leaving Matt the crumbs.
So when the day came when he had managed to get his hands on a box of double chocolate fudge cookies, he was careful not to let Mello know. Clutching the box, he stuffed them under his bed amongst his old Gameboy games, somewhere he knew Mello would never think to look.
Patting the box protectively he slipped out of the room, eager to take a smoke break. He found the taste of the chocolate was heightened when he inhaled the smoke from the cigarettes.
By the time he headed back inside, the sun had already started to set plunging the Wammy Orphanage into darkness. Matt had difficulty adjusting to the dark and he felt around the hallways until his palm landed on the familiar sticky door handle to the boys' room.
He pushed the door open quietly, believing Mello to be asleep. Before he knew what was going on, Mello flicked the lamp light on, shining it into his eyes. The light reflected against his goggles and his arm snapped up to shield his eyes from the assault.
"You think you could get away with it?" Mello's voice was silky, venom dripping from each syllable.
"Fuck.. Get away with what? Put that thing away will'ya?"
The lamp was dropped, giving the room an eerie glow. Mello unfolded his limbs awkwardly and walked towards the red head, hips swaying as he went. He tilted his head back to look up at the goggled boy.
"Don't play stupid Matty, you're smarter than this." He grabbed Matt's hand and guided him to the bed before nestling himself between his thighs.
"I know you've got cookies you bastard. I know you tried to hide them on me." His hands snaked up to grab both of Matt's freckly wrists and he snapped them together to the bed using the fuzzy pink handcuffs.
"I was going to share Mello! Honest!" He squirmed, jerking against the restraints in a weak attempt to escape. A soft whimper slipped through his lips and his bright eyes shined up at Mello. "Honest.."
The blond boy rolled his eyes and dug under the bed producing the cookies. He set them beside the boys head and reaches down to rip the striped shirt off his body.
"Should have done that before the cuffs," he said smirking. He then proceeded to pull the cookies from the bag and set them down on Matt's quivering stomach.
"You're such a bitch Matt. I expected Near to pull a stunt like this, but my best friend?" He picked up the glass of milk and slowly poured the liquid onto the stomach below the cookies. Matt's eyes widened as Mello picked up a cookie and dunked it into the milk on his belly and brought the chocolaty treat to his lips to eat.
Another whimper slipped from the freckled boy's lips and he squirmed more, shivering at the coolness of the milk. "M..Mello..?"
For a moment Mello was distracted from his cookies and he stared down at Matt. "Did you want some? Fuck off." He sneered at Matt and continued to eat the chocolate. Matt's head slumped backward and he closed his eyes while growling with frustration.
Only when Mello has finished eating the last of the cookies did he lean down to kiss the boy, smearing the crumbs over his lips.
"Next time I'll dunk you."