Disclaimer : I don't own Death Note nooor Mattie and Melly~

Pairing : MattMello

Note : I'm in love with those two. TOO badly.

"Hey, Mattie..."

The unusual tone of his voice made Matt raise a surprised eyebrow, but it was only when Mello actually pushed his laptop off him and straddled his legs that he gasped.

"Mhh... You smell nice..." The voice purred directly into his ear, making the hair on the back of his neck stand completely straight. "Just like usual, my little Mattie smells like chocolate, so sweet..."

The redhead froze at those words. His heart was now beating at an unhealthy rate, blood pounding at his temples, his chest tightening quickly. Mello was not purring. He was slurring.

It was not like the blond to get drunk in the very middle of the day, without any warning and especially, without inviting his lover to share a glass or two with him. This was very very wrong.

Also, whenever Mello got drunk, he usually became very affectionate and... rather easily aroused. But Matt wasn't really complaining about this. It was quite alright if you asked him, actually. That wasn't the problem though. Mello was drunk for no apparent reason and that was not normal. Matt had to clear things out before anything else.

"Mello? Are you alright...?" He asked softly, carefully as he leaned back just a little against the wall and reached up to gently take the blond's face between his hands. His eyes looked normal... they weren't bloodshot, and neither were his pupils dilated. Also, he didn't smell of alcohol, which was rather puzzling. At the most, he looked... flushed. And very much in love.

"Why do you ask?" The slightly older man whispered, his lips pulling up into a wide smile , and all of a sudden he was right into Matt's face, licking his cheek. "I'm feeling great." He murmured, his lips moving against the redhead's skin before moving down to kiss him right on the mouth. "You taste good, Mattie. Really good."

Now Matt was trembling. If he tasted good, Mello was definitely skilled with his tongue and the mere flick his poor innocent lips were given was enough to make his head spin. "Mel, wait-" He started but was cut off by the kiss turning rather French and he realized rather suddenly that he didn't want to pull back all that much anymore.

This was Mello, definitely Mello. Sweet and soft in taste yet burning and maddening in his way of dominating him and taking his soul away.

Matt couldn't help but gasp though when Mello concretely pushed him down on the bed he had been sitting on and quickly slid his hands under his shirt. This was something new. Whenever he was drunk, Mello tended to be rather... passive. The redhead was about to say something but his lips were conquered once more, and something suddenly seemed to click in -things strangely started to make sense.

Mello tasted like usual. Just like usual. Burning, melting chocolate and fire. No alcohol. Not once bit.

When Matt looked down to him once more, he noticed the blond wasn't so much molesting him, not really. His arms were wrapped around his waist, underneath his shirt and he was burring his face into his neck now. Nuzzling it. Snuggling into his side. Cuddling. Mumbling incoherent things and soft 'I love you'.

It all made sense now. Mello was not drunk. He was high. He was on a sugar high -a chocolate high to be more accurate.

Matt sighed softly and gave in to the soft warmth that was slowly starting to surround him. He was a little relieved, a little surprised and terribly fond of this sweet little manly blond of his. Mello was definitely the less predictable person he had ever met in his life.

And to be honest, he would have never had it another way.