Mello and Matt. Matt and Mello. It's how it had always been; the two of them together, no one there to stand in their way, no one daring to try.

They were wild and lived life as if it were a wind, passing them by. Their love was quick and passionate, and they were each other's only. No one could touch them.

The late nights playing video games and smoking cigarettes and eating chocolate and kissing were always wanted, but they were rarely touched. They spent too much time watching, waiting for death. And then death came to their doorstep, and they invited him in. Selflessly, they gave up their own lives to try to save the other. It was no use, they were both already dead.

Mello stood, clad in his leather, the hunger in his kiss, touching Matt's lips. Matt dropped his game and took Mello's face in his hands, fueling the passion, holding on for a few last moments.

"Promise you'll come back," Matt whispered.

"I promise," Mello said in response, but they both knew the lie in his voice was evident and they couldn't even begin to pretend to ignore it.

"I want you to stay," Matt said, begging, pleading with his lover.

"Matt," Mello said, rare tears forming in his eyes, "you know I can't."

"I have to say it though; I want you to hear it." He pressed his lips next to Mello's ear, breathing in and out slowly.

Mello held Matt's body tighter and said gently, "I know. I've always known. But you know I can't stay, I have to go."

Matt held the tears in his throat. "You smell like chocolate."

Mello laughed softly then, "When haven't I?"

"It's something I love about you, simply because it is you, Mello."

"Matt," Mello whispered, trying not to cry.

"I love how you taste, too. And the way you're angry, and all over the place. I love how you fall asleep after days of staying wide awake, and how you cry when I can't. I love how you kiss me, and I love how much you love me, Mello."

"I do love you."

"I'm scared this will be the last time I'll get to see you," Matt cried into Mello's shoulder, the tears slowly falling, rolling down his cheeks.

"I don't want to leave you, Matt."

They both knew they'd lose each other soon. "Mello, make love to me."

He had always just gone along with Mello's whims. Anything to keep the chocolate addict happy, he would do. They had never done more than kiss or explore at night, fingers going to places they shouldn't be, running across things they shouldn't feel.

"I've waited so long to hear you say that," Mello said, loosening his grip to look into Matt's eyes. He ran his fingers up Matt's neck and curled them around the thick strands of his hair. Their lips met tenderly, carefully.

Matt pulled back, "I never thought I'd find the words to say."