My first fanfic of them and I'm not proud of it. Well that sucks. But I wasted a lot of time on this (one reason why I'm not proud of it, the feeling isn't the same anymore) so here we go. I think it could have been worse... Though this is a bit odd. Oh well, I'll give it another shot when I have time, with Matt.

Matt and Mello both belong to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata. I said that in case you didn't know. And because I just can't write the person's name who's view the story is told from anywhere near the start of the story, you'll probaby figure it out from that clever disguise of a disclaimer...

I carefully watch himsit there across the room. He's lazily leaning his back against the couch andhis hair is falling down on his goggles as he is looking slightly downwards at his hands. Despite his body being completely laid back his eyes wear a look ofundivided concentration on one of the countless games he ownsThe volume has been turned on low but the various noises it makesare still easily heard because in spite of that the room is completely silent.

And I keep on watching him, Matt… no wait; it is probably count as staring by now. Even though all he really does is press the buttons on his console. He doesn't even look up high enough so I could see his eyes and face clearly. But hell, it's worth it It's always worth it.I wonder if they could do anything to hide his beauty. They could hide his face, hisdamn enchanting faceyou to justhadto keep staring at if you look too long, too closely. They could do it, but it wouldn't take away the charm. Yeah, that was the word. It was like a charm how he did it. His body, yeah, it still remained the worth of staring. He wasn't slender or fragile like a woman but neither was he like some kind of a meaty bodybuilder. His body was - just - right. He was just perfect. No… what he waswas… plus quam perfectumMore than perfect.

But it wasn't how things should have been; he shouldn't have been like that How did he grow up to be so… flawless?So now, why should I mind? It shouldn't hurt me, if something I should enjoy the view. But no, I'd rather have him… normal, not abnormally gorgeous or anything. I had always liked watching him dot the stuff he does, to me he didn't need that. But he still was that and because of that henow had more girls and actually boys too hanging around him.A lot more.All here for the looks. And it wasn't right. He didn't belong to anyone of them. He was mine. He had always been mine. And mine only. What right did they have to come take him away from me just because he was the way he was? Fuck them I wanted to be the only one he needed.I wanted to be his only one.

"Matt…" I called out and after hearing an obscure hum continued "Who are important to you?"

Matt hummed again and for a second I thought he hadn't even listened. But right after I had thought of this, he slowly started to speak. In pieces though, because he still hadn't given up the concentration on the game.

"What do you mean by important? Well I guess… there are people…" for a minute he seemed to be in a critical situation regarding his game, "but don't worry. They're definitely not Kira or even on side."

I slid down from the armchair on my knees. I took a few steps forwards before standing up. Matt subconsciously shifted as if as a response.

"Forget them", I ordered softly, while calmly walking towards him.

Matt growled, showing well that he greatly disliked the idea. He tilted his head to his side and seemed to fall in an even more indolent position.

"Mello… You're overdoing it. No one even knows you're staying with me. And even if they somehow found out, I won't sell you out for them. I promise. Never. I'll figure out something else… and hope it'll work."

That a good boy. I smirked, feeling quite content. But I couldn't help myself for craving more. I wanted, needed to have him, completely. Matt must have realized I was now right in front of him, unless he had been fully blinded by the flashing lights of his games, from which he still didn't bother to tear his eyes off. Though it's not like it was something new me being near to him, we weren't complete strangers. I laid my right knee beside him on the couch and held my left arm on his thigh, eyeing the console in his hands with fake interest. And finally he raised his head if only to give me a questioning look.

"That…" I started in a low voice, lifting up his goggles, "is not what I meant."

He seemed to be coming increasingly confused by that and evidently, by the noises the game made, something bad happened to the guy Matt had been controlling just a second ago. He let out a good list of cusses and tried to return to the wonders of his game. Tried. I turned his face back towards my own while my other hand sneaked its way to his, taking his game away without him noticing. I got up on his lap, gently caressing his cheek. Matt's jaw had slightly dropped and he stared at me, dumbfounded.

"What are… I don't…" Matt staggered after a while, trying hard to find the correct words, "I like girls…"

I gave it a laugh only leaning in more our noses almost touching now. I didn't care if he said he "liked girls". I didn't care if he was straight or not. I wasn't going to ask that, it didn't matter.

"Well from now on…" I said whispering the rest to his ear, "you're going to like guys. No. Not even guys. Only Mello… Is that clear?"

I licked his cheek all the way to the corner of his mouth but still carefully avoiding his lips. I could hear his breath getting faster and, God, it was the reaction I was hoping for. I withdrew a little bit holding my mouth less than an inch away from his.

"I asked, if that's clear."

Matt obediently nodded, ever so slightly, but by with distance so easily noticed. I breathed him in and, if I could have thought clearly enough, I would have mentally slapped myself for almost losing myself in my own game. But one thing was on my mind, telling me I couldn't give in now no matter how much I wanted it, no, not just yet. There was still one thing I wanted him to say before.

"Now tell me what I want to hear".

His hands wandered on my thighs and I wished that Matt would answer before he reached my bare skin. That would definitely jeopardize my whole plan. I closed my eyes, trying to hold my breath.

"You're… The only one. My only one," he now said with complete certainty in his voice.

As soon as it reached my ears, I locked our lips passionately together. Feeling Matt's hands fondling the skin of my waist, I shivered in satisfaction. Just now, I could have him completely. Just now, I didn't really even care. Because now I was able to let myself be vulnerable, to give myself for him to have. For him only. Now that he was mine, my only treasure to value…

Shit, my heart's pumping a whole lot faster now but, yeah, I think I love you.