"Harder. Harder. C'mon Mello, you fucking suck." The boy on the left taunted. "Awful. You're terrible Mello. You hit like a pussy. Like honestly… I'm kind of disappointed here."
The boy on the right clenched his thin jaw, drawing in a deep breath before throwing his first foreword into the firm punching bag again for the countless time that day.
"Oh, what? What? You punched it? Sorry, I didn't feel anything."
"Matt!" the blonde yelled, shoving the canvas bag roughly against the other's tall, thin frame. "Shut the fuck up! All you're doing is pissing me off!"
Matt grunted quietly from the hit, holding onto the bag a bit more firmly so that he wouldn't lose his balance. He really had no room to taunt the other, considering he had only about half the amount of muscle tone that Mello did.
"That's right, get angry. Get really mad Mello. Beat the shit out of this punching bag." He sang out, shaking the bag before him. "Pretend it's Near."
Mello rolled his eyes at the comments. His friend was always so immature about everything he asked him to do.
"I'm not pretending it's Near, you sick faggot."
"Me? The faggot?" the red head teased, raising a coy eyebrow as he smirked towards Mello. "I'm pretty sure it wasn't me who was totally checking out guys' asses while we got groceries yesterday- ah!" he grunted again as he was cut off from finishing his memory of the day before.
"Wow, you actually punched it!" Matt grinned slyly as he pushed his goggles up onto the top of his head to rest in the red mess of his hair, his cool green eyes studying the blonde's disapproving face.
"Yes I fucking punched it. How else am I supposed to get you to shut the hell up?" Mello growled out, his mouth curved downwards in a harsh frown as he stared into the other's eyes. Matt smirked. Gotcha.
"Make me shut up more, homo. Gay ass piece of shit." He chided, tensing his body as he prepared for the heavy blows that would come into the bag. "Faaaaagggg" he continued to tease, pushing on the bag a bit with each of the punches that he received. Some of those punches, though, weren't aimed at the bag.
"Man, can you beat a dick this hard?" the red head grinned, actually laughing a bit as he dodged a punch from the angered blonde. "Mmm that's right Mello, harder, hit me harder." He laughed again, making sure to keep the bag between the two of them so that he wouldn't be beaten senseless.
"Come here Matt! No, get that fucking bag out of my way. I swear to fucking God Matt…" he yelled, shoving the bag out of the way and darting towards his friend, who was obviously enjoying Mello's anger a little too much for the blonde's liking. After following him around random obstacles in their run down apartment, he finally caught hold of the red head's sleeve. "Shut the fuck up!"
"Aaahhh!" Matt playfully screamed, pressing his broad hands onto his friend's chest and shoving him away roughly, being terrified on the inside of the post-mafia member's hard fists. "Keep your gross gay hands away from my gorgeous face!" he joked, trying to squirm his way out of the other's grasp. His laughing and joking though quickly faded as Mello slammed his rock-hard knuckles into Matt's side.
"O-ow" Matt softly whimpered out, shoving Mello away and holding his hand firmly to his bruised and throbbing side. "You're such a fucking asshole." He scowled, shuffling his way over to their worn, cigarette-burned couch and sitting down slowly onto it. He was just joking around, Mello gets so worked up over nothing… he could have been mature and just walked off, rather than punch him like a douche bag.
"Oh, so I'm an asshole for punching you when you were calling me a faggot?" Mello asked with an annoyed tone.
"Yeah, you are."
Mello rolled his eyes and walked out of the room, heading towards their vacant kitchen.
"Whatever Matt. You're such a pussy." He grumbled as he popped open a cabinet door, taking out a cup and setting it down onto the counter. He then glided across the floor to the refrigerator and tugged it open, scanning the contents inside. Milk, soda, Chinese food, beer, beer, Vodka- Vodka? Who the hell here drank Vodka? Mello paused, tossing his glance back towards the living room.
"Matt?"
"What."
"Is this your Vodka?"
Matt paused at the question, furrowing his brow as he thought. Vodka? He turned his head, his hand still held on his side and now lounging relaxed on the couch, and looked at the bottle in his friend's hand. Ohhh.. the Vodka.
"Yeah."
"You drink Vodka?" Mello asked, tilting his head slightly in confusion.
"No. Well, the last time you went to a club, I bought that." He confirmed, pushing a stray lock of red hair from his face.
"You drank this whole thing?" he asked in surprise, swirling around the small amount of alcohol left in the bottom of the bottle.
Matt nodded, "I threw up a lot."
Mello paused once he heard this, then laughed softly and put the bottle back into the fridge. He would have suggested that they mix it with something and finish it off, but he didn't feel like dealing with a drunken Matt at the moment. He was way too annoying when intoxicated.
"Matt, do you want anything to drink?" he asked, leaning his weight onto one foot and looking carelessly into the living room.
"That Vodka." came the response, Matt rolling his head along the arm of the couch to look at Mello with a lazy smile, it growing broader as he saw the venomous glare he got in response. "You can have some too."
Mello let out a long, drawn-out sigh as he removed the alcohol from the refrigerator again, grabbing a second cup from the cabinet as well and making his way into the living room. "Fine. Move over." Matt complied lazily, dropping his legs onto the floor so that the aggravated blonde could take their place.
"Why did you get cups? There's only like three or four drinks left."
"Because I don't want to drink your backwash."
Matt paused, just looking at him for a moment. "You drink it first then?"
Mello sighed and set the cups down onto the coffee table, relaxing back into the couch and lidding his eyes. "Whatever." Opening the bottle, he turned his gaze to his friend next to him, saying his name to get his attention, and then slowly sticking out his tongue. After getting over the moment of confusion, Matt blinked and stuck his tongue out back at him, curling the tip slightly upwards. What the fuck Mello you're so gay. He thought, then drew his tongue back into his mouth and scratched a spot on his head under the elastic of his goggles. "Just hurry up and drink your half, holy shit."
"Why don't you bitch some more?" Mello responded, bringing the bottle to his lips and swallowing down his half of the alcohol, closing his eyes a bit and letting out a soft cough afterwards. "Here…"
The red head took the bottle from the other's fingers, quickly swallowing his share as well. "Hhh.." He sighed, letting his head fall back onto the couch as he held the bottle in his lap and transferred his gaze from the cups on the table to Mello. Too bad there wasn't any more… getting Mello drunk could be fun on some occasions. Maybe he could trick him into going to a club with him again this weekend. Clubs were always fun.
"You going to bed or are you gonna stay up for a bit?" he asked, causing the blonde to look over at him.
"I think I'm gonna go to bed. Maybe we'll have our own little drinking party tomorrow night." He said as he cracked a small, sleepy smile, then pushed himself to stand up. "Mmh.." he sighed out as he stretched upwards, his entire body tensing with relaxed bliss. "Night, dork."
"Sounds good. Night" Matt responded with a smile, looking at him as he stood, then smiling even wider as the blonde leaned down to peck him on the lips. "Go to bed, asshole." He said playfully once they parted, lifting a leg up to gently place a foot on Mello's backside and shove him away towards the bedroom. Matt, however, decided he'd rest on the couch for a little bit. His side was still sore from the painful punch that the blonde had issued him earlier and he didn't have the will to battle against it if he stood up.
Mello smiled at the push and casually trotted off to the bedroom, running a slender hand through his thick hair. He closed the door behind him with a soft click, secretly wishing that the red head would follow him to bed. He knew he wouldn't, though. That bastard would probably fall asleep in no longer than ten minutes if he left him there on the couch. Oh well, he'd get him in here for the weekend, he decided as he slipped off his shirt, then pants, then climbed into bed clad in boxers only. He pulled the thin covers up over his shoulder, closed his eyes, and relaxed completely into the soft bed.
He couldn't wait for the weekend.
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