Note: Um, slight crack? XD No plot. ^_^
Oh, I might need a beta soon. ^_^
"Hey Mello, your new leather pants make your butt and things look big." Matt laughed to himself. He and Mello were in their new apartment, a reward to themselves for solving the Kira case before Near. The new leather pants were a bonus for Mello, but not for his ass and upper legs.
"I mean, shit; they look fuckin' huge!" The redhead burst into laughter, screwing his eyes shut and clutching his sides as he fell off the couch and onto the floor. He took no notice of the glaring blond stalking towards him from the kitchen.
Mello pulled out a lighter as he prowled towards Matt, flicking the green tube on and off. "I wonder how big this flame can go."
Immediately Matt ended his laughter and stared up at Mello as the blond bent down and held the lighter in Matt's face, flame a little too close to his cheeks. "Mells?"
"Yes, Matty?" Grinning, Mello brought the lighter as close as possible to Matt's cheek without burning it. "You were saying something?"
A light bulb went off in Matt's head, and he quickly blew out the flame and grinned like the Chesire Cat. Mello rolled his eyes and grabbed Matt's lips with his fingers, puckering the plump flesh and flicking the lighter once more. Again, Matt blew out the flame, this time oddly, and smiled as much as the grip on his lips would allow. Mello scowled and stood up. Matt simply grinned and took out his PSP.
Two minutes later, the game device was ripped from his hands and thrown onto the couch, and Mello was bent before him once more. This time, he held a particularly pointy knife in his hand. The knife was held at such an angle that if Matt were to lean forward, he'd stab himself on his own.
"You never relayed your previous words to me, Matt." Mello inclined his head, a small pout making its way onto his face. The slight blush appearing across Matt's cheeks didn't fail to pass Mello's vision, and the blonde smirked. He leaned in towards Matt and his ears linger by the shell of his ear, and he flicked the tip of the knife against the exposed skin of Matt's stomach. A tiny drop of blood made its way from the small wound "Next time, keep your mouth shut." Mello grinned and walked away, unobservant of Matt's silent snickering.
"Thunder thighs," Matt muttered under his breath.
