A/N: Whee! Okay, I can't tell much about it, because, well, it would just give it away. My first time at a yaoi, so don't bite that hard. ;~~;
I'll try and update every saturday. Not sure how that will go, but I'll try my best. 3

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Flicking a cigarette on the floor, Matt sighed. Once again it was that horrid time of year; Valentine's Day. Mello never got him anything, and he knew he never would. The Catholic would just go to church, come home, and work on whatever he felt like doing. Not very different from what he did everyday, like it wasn't even a holiday at all.

Knock.

Matt looked up from his PSP and glanced at the door. A visitor? Probably just the children downstairs. At that, he smiled, remembering the time when he and Mello got so drun--

Knock.
Knock.

Setting down his game, he walked over to the door, trying to wipe the smirk off his face from the thought of that night; the first time he and Mello ever did anything together. He opened the door to find a boy who looked no older than 10. "Uhmm?" Matt looked the boy up and down. Red pants, red hat, white shirt with a red tie. He was certainly dressed for the occasion. Then, the gamer noticed something. He was holding a bouquet of flowers. Was this little boy coming on to him? "Delivery for...Matt?" The boy's voice squeaked and cracked on almost every syllable, and he held out the flowers.

"Thanks?" He cocked an eyebrow, confused by the entire thing.

"They're not from me, ya' know, this is a flower agency," the boy seemed flustered that Matt had thought they from him.

"Who they from?" Matt's eyes widened as he thought of something. This year, could Mello of bought him something? It was damn near impossible, but hell, it would be great.

"From," the boy glanced at the card, "Teru Mikami." And with that, he thrust the flowers in Matt's face, obviously annoyed by the name. Gays, 'fff. He could never understand.

Matt nonchalantly took the flowers, and walked back in his room. He flopped down on the chair, and stared at the flowers that he set on the table. A secret admirer? He tried to remember if any one at Wammy's had gone by that name at any time. Could it be someone's real name? The smoker shook his head at that, and lit up another cigarette. He wasn't allowed to smoke at Wammy's but when had that ever stopped him? Getting up to grab his PSP, he grabbed the flowers and threw them in the trash. He had no need for anyone else besides Mello.

He played the game for hours straight, much like always. Random grunts of frustration, and an occasional "pwned" came from the gamer. Being so into the game, he didn't notice Mello walking in the door. The blonde sat down behind him and wrapped his arms around Matt's waist, nipping at his ear with a Chesire grin. Matt imediantly knew what he wanted. He hit save and set his game down. "Mello, I'm going to bed."

Leaving a dumbfounded Mello on the couch, he walked over to the bed and slipped into it, not even bothering to take of his clothes.

12am.

Matt awoke in a sweat, sitting up fast and looking over at the clock. He flopped back down, annoyed at the fact he couldn't sleep. "You should of had sex with me." Matt glanced over at the voice, seeing Mello sitting on the couch, watching some sort of show on TV about some vampire in a mafia or something. Occasionally, he chomped on the never ending supply of chocolate bars, whispering a "pwned" which he picked up from Matt a week after meeting him.

Commercials flicked on, and Mello leaned his head back on the couch and whined, much like a little boy. With that, Matt thought about the boy who delivered the flowers. He flushed a little, glanced at the trash can, and then back at Mello. Didn't he notice anything?

"Hey."

Matt turned towards Mello with a blank face.

"Going back to my room tonight, see you in the morning, I'll leave the TV on, it'll be like I'm here."

Standing up, the blonde walked over to the bed and kissed Matt passionately, followed by an ass-grab. He snatched his leather jacket off the back of the couch, and walked out, slamming the door behind him.

Matt went to turn off the TV, when a late-night talk show came on. There was a man with black hair, glasses, and a suit sitting in a chair talking to some old guy. Matt snorted a bit from the name of the show. "Late Night Talk With Pete."

"So, Teru, what would you say that your hardest case was?" the TV blared.

With the name, Matt dropped the remote on the floor.

Teru.
Teru Mikami.

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A/N: Reviews would be nice. ;~~; Any questions or comments are good too. 33