short one shot about Matt burning shit. Can't remember if I uploaded it to Tumblr so it's here too.

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"Hey, Matt?" He asked, slowly closing the fridge door.

"... yeah?" Was the slow reply through gritted teeth.

Nose scrunched up and a small step taken. "What's that smell?" Even though he knew exactly what it was.

Buttons continued to be mashed, not much attention given. "What smell?"

"Oh... I don't know. The slight burning?"

Fuck. "Didn't you leave the oven on?" Fingers slowly went back into motion.

"No. I didn't Matt."

Shit shit shit shit. Console pushed under the sofa cushion and he stood up, running a hand through the strap of his goggles so they fell from his face as he wiped away the sleepiness. "Then it is your burning flesh, dear Mello."

Shove. "Fuck off. You left it in the ash tray."

Shove back. "What are you gonna do about it Mels? So I had a smoke while you were out. Big deal."

"Tch." Eyes rolled. "I give up with you." He turned away from the other.

"Aw, Mell but you need me. Who else is gonna pick up your bullshit when you always seem to blow everyone up?" He exclaimed, slowly walking forwards.

"Apparently you." The blond muttered.

"Exactly! And who helped heal your fucked up burning flesh?"

"Satan."

"Haha... I did." The blond turned around. "Now why can't I smoke just one, not even a pack Mello just one, fucking cigarette in my own apartment." He gave a push and shoulders thumped against the wall.

Smirk. "Because you do whatever I say."

"Right! Wait-" Fists curled around stripes then his back touched the cold wall of the apartment.

"I got you your ticket to LA to come and see me." He hissed. "I phoned you up asking-"

Scoff. "Dying. Literally."

Another harsh shove. "For you tell help me. And who came running to the rescue, Matty?"

"I-I did." Weak reply.

"Exactly." Shirt released. "When I tell you to watch the fucking monitors you do that. When I ask for chocolate you give it to me. When I order you not to fucking smoke you don't." Step back.

Smirk. "Yes, Mello. Whatever you say."

"Don't sass me."

"Yes, Mello." Eyes lowered to their target, a grin stretched across his face.

"I said don't-" Swat. Wrist grabbed. "The fuck?"

Pat pat. "Calm down, Mel. I made some toast earlier and burnt it." Plonk. Yank. Beeping returned.

A small smile. "You're an idiot." He muttered, leaving the room.

Call back. "But I'm your idiot!"