"Chocolate Kisses"
M x M2
Warning: Will eventually be Lemon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Mat or Mello or Death Note or their apartment. (Where IS their apartment..?) Anyway, Sorry for all the people who speak normal english and are used to seeing "Matt" spelled "correctly." In the manga, it's spelled "Mat" whenever Mello says it, and I thought it was cute.. and I've kind of become addicted to spelling it that way, so my apologies. x.x;
Part 1: Mello
Morning. A hand reached up toward the pale white ceiling.. followed by another. And a stretch. And a groan. The beast has awoken.
It was late morning, 10:45 AM, as I looked to the clock on my bedside table. My partner, Mat, was out on patrol.. which was perfect. Perfect, because I had plans today that he could not be present for. Present being quite a pun, really, or ironic may perhaps be the better word. Either way, that's why Mat couldn't be present today. Presents. His presents. Presents I had yet to retrieve and bring home and wrap and hide from my friend, ever the observationalist. A yawn passed through my lips as I lay limply in bed just a moment longer. Sure, this was late for me, but I deserved the rest. Really. But a glance to my clock reminded me that I didn't have as much time to rest on this day as I might have liked. Mat would only be out on patrol for a few more hours, and that meant I had to kick my butt in gear.
And so I pulled myself out of bed, stretching more decently before heading to the bathroom to clean up and dress myself. Leather pants, leather gloves, leather vest, leather boots.. the best fashion, if I do say so myself. I raked a brush through my uneven choppy hair, grimacing with a sigh as I caught a glimpse of my immense scar in the bathroom mirror. Something Mat tended to tease me about from time to time. Blowing myself up in a building and catching myself on fire. Like I'd caught myself on fire on purpose...
The sun was out, streaming rays of sunshine through the windows of the apartment that I shared with my partner and best friend. It created a near perfect picture of the outdoors, of an early autumn morning. Thomas Kinkade picture perfect, the scene of the park as I glanced out the window, watching the people mingling about like it wasn't below freezing outside, which I was certain it was, especially given that the date happened to be December 22, 2009. Still, the temperature aside, it looked to be the sort of day you would spend outside raking the leaves into piles to jump into or taking a walk with a loved one or a pet. Maybe even riding a bike. Or a scooter, if it so pleases you. But I would be doing none of those things today. I just wanted to know if I would need my jacket.
And so, knowing that this was not exactly something that really needed testing.. (it was late December. Pretty sure I would need my jacket.) Still, I moved to the kitchen, opening a window to check. A chilled breeze blew in to greet me and I quickly shut the window again. Late December chill, alright. With a sigh, I grabbed my jacket and a pair of sunglasses before turning to check the time again. 11:05. Shit. One of those days with so much to do and so little time... Time was moving faster than I was anticipating today. Mat would be home around 1 PM. That would give me ample time to complete my tasks, if I moved now.
I headed over to a cabinet, removing a chocolate bar from my stash for "breakfast" before snatching up the keys to my motorcycle from the counter. Ready to head out. ...Well, almost. I paused, blinking as I'd felt something come up from the counter along with my keys. Odd.. It was a small piece of paper. Confused, I stopped to unwrinkle it. I was pretty sure I hadn't set my keys down on any documents... hell, Mat and I don't even actually keep many documents in the apartment. The date caught my eye first. Current. Today, actually, and addressed to me.
"Mello, 12/22/09
I'll be a little late coming home today. Hot date tonight. (Wink.)
See you when I get home. Don't wait up.
- Mat."
Insert temper flare. I inhaled deeply and growled, crumpling the paper once again and tossing it to the floor. Mat and his fucking women. Needless to say, I left the apartment in a rather bad mood, heading down to my bike and giving it a hard kickstart. Off to the mall. Angry as I was, I knew that I would deeply regret if I didn't get Mat anything for Christmas. Now my only concern was to be whether or not Mat would actually be home with me. I really hoped he wouldn't decide to run off to some bimbo's home for the holiday. Deep breath.
Gritting my teeth, I continued to speed along the road. Truly, I do feel terrible for thinking this, but I genuinely hoped his date went badly. Terrible, even. And what's worse is I couldn't help it. But then... it's only natural, isn't it? Human nature, if you will, for me to subconsciously hope that his date would go badly. I just wanted him to myself for Christmas.
You see... it's not easy... being in love with your best friend. Not at all. And really... it's even harder when that person lives with you. Harder still, when your love is unrequited. Not even considered even, by your best friend, because that would make you... well, gay. And who wants that hanging over their head, with the way the world is today? Yet, for me, the absolute worst part about it, above all else, is the fact that I know just how much my Mat loves women. And that means that there is absolutely no chance for me at all. Ever.
But... even I can't help wishing sometimes...
I made it to the mall and parked my bike, locking it up and slipping the keys into my pocket as I headed inside. I figured I might splurge on him a little this year. Why not? So, then.. what to get for a gamer/womanizer/Computer G33k? (Mat is definitely a geek. Trust me). Obviously a game of some sort was in order. I hoped he hadn't put any on hold and planned to retrieve them while he was out late tonight. I'd taken the time to search up some of the newest realeases coming out and put them on hold for him. (Aren't I nice?) So my first stop was to pick up the cartridges from the electronics store. Then I went to some department store, looking for some kind of cologne he might like. Not that he needed the extra help to ring in the ladies, but he might appreciate the thought. I guess. I thought he smelled nice, anyway. And then again.. maybe if he used cologne, it would cancel out any faint traces of perfume that might hope to linger on him. I hate that.. when he comes home reeking of perfume from some cheap floozy hanging all over him all night.
I cleared my throat, shaking my head a bit to clear my thoughts. I really didn't want to think about that. Really. It's a slow torture that I put myself through sometimes, thinking about him in ways I shouldn't, things that will never happen, wishing he wasn't such a womanizer, such a woman magnet, though I can quite understand just why they fall so quickly. After all.. I had.
I let my tongue slip to wet my dry lips, taking a few scent paper strips and spritzing some tester colognes onto them. I sniffed each, giving my nose a short break in between so I could distinguish them. The Curve smelled pretty good... so did the B.O.D. Mountain Frost. The rest were pretty tangy or strange. There was a Jordan one that did smell really good too, though. Hmm. I supposed I would have to ask the lady...
I was about to.. but then I thought against it. Because you know what? Cologne is meant to attract women in the first place. So they'll damn well like it, whichever I picked. But if Mat was going to wear the stuff around the house, I wanted it to be something I could stand as well. ..And perhaps even something that I would like on him as well. So, I closed my eyes and pictured him. I pictured him coming home and giving me a ki... a hug. Yes.. a hug. (Public place.. keep it clean, for my own sake..) Okay. Hugging Mat. Sniff of number one. ..Hmm. Mat+Curve? I wasn't sure of that.. I kept it aside. I decided the B.O.D. was a definite no. Nice, but not Mat. Mat+Jordan? ...Definite yes. That stuff smelled absolutely sexy.
I bought the Jordan (by Michael) and decided to buy the Curve as well. Why not? I kind of liked the green bottle. I was unsure about the frilly bags the lady put them in, but whatever. Mat would have to deal with frills. At least she'd wrapped them for me. Saved me time.
Hmm. Time...
I checked my watch. Almost noon. Would he really be out late? We could be decorating or something. Spending some time toge- okay, now I'm sounding like a sap.
Well, fuck it, then. He could stay out all damn night for all I cared. I sighed at my own twisted thoughts and blinked as my cell phone went off. A text message. Well, speak of the devil.