December was always Mello's favorite month. He had all his own reasons. Sure, he didn't particularly like birthday punches, or cake, or everyone giving him attention just because it was his birthday. What he did like was getting into clubs for free like usual, but having a reason to be there that didn't involve him going underground. He actually had a chance to have fun. He had the chance to get completely shit-faced take someone home and forget all about them the next day. This was his favorite part, picking what club to walk into.

"Mello." Nodded Ryan, this club bouncer. "Business as usual?"

"No. I have different plans today. Today is my day to be free. Thank you." Mello walked into the darkened, Smokey atmosphere and took a deep breath. "Hehe. What a place to be." The smell of sweat, many of spilled drinks, and weed filled his lungs. He walked directly to the bar sitting next to a particularly bored looking female with long black hair.

"Little girl, you got me staring hard..." He said slyly. Hoping he got the right point across in his voice.

"Uhm, okay." She looked rather disgusted at the sight of Mello. Maybe it was the scars; maybe it was the sick smile. "Did you want something?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I wanted to talk to you. You looked rather bored."

"I am. So many people keep talking to me and they are all boring me. Why don't you make a difference." She challenged. Bright pink painted lips curling into a smile.

"Well first, I am going to need your name miss." He reached his hand forward to flip a strand of her hair from her face.

"Storm. Storm Yvon if you needed more then that." She picked up whatever drink she had tipped her glass to him.

"Lovely" 'tonight is going to be a long night with this one' Mello thought. However long the night got, they both wound up stumbling into a cab and up the stairs to Mello's room, his face smudged with pink lipstick and sticky from the gloss. The drunken duo were starting to lose clothing, little by little. Mello's shirt, gone. His belt, gone. She remained clothed and pushed his hands away at any attempt to remove her clothing.

"Whatsss. What is w-wrong." Mello slurred. Pulling at the hem of Storm's dress.

"Just, don't. Okay.. Besides, it's your birthday. I will please you." She smiled, she was no where near as drunk as Mello was and it showed.

"Bu-…but for my birthday I want more then a-nything you can give mme with your clothes on miss." The blonde boy looked at her with pleading eyes. "Maybe I should have talked to that blonde bitch next to you….but you looked more interesting and less stupid.." Mello put his hands on Storms hips, pulling her closer. "Please. I won't hurt you…much."

"It's not what you expect. I promise you that." Storm raised an eyebrow at Mello's drunken attempt of pulling her dress off.

"There's nothing worse that could be wrong then you compared to the scars covering like, forty percent of my face and body lady."

"If that's how you wanna play this game.." She grabbed Mello's hand and led it to the zipper down her back "let's play then. I always win my games." Mello smiled. He undid the zipper and let the dress fall to Storms feet. She smiled the biggest she had all night. "I'm telling you now, I warned you once. And I warned you again, this is the last time ill warn you. You're never gonna want to play this game with me again.."

"Whatever you say miss. I didn't plan on talking to you after tonight anyways." He bit her neck, and kissed down her shoulder. "So don't worry about playing this game with me ever again." He whispered and reached his hand around to toy with her nipples…but..Wait.. He pulled away hard and fast "WHAT THE FUCK!" that was not a boob…or at least a real one….

"I told you, you didn't want to." She smirked…no, no…he smirked. The apparent boy let his voice slip to its natural octave of masculine. "You should listen when girls, or boys, tell you no." Mello had a wide eyed expression and yet, the biggest erection he could think of having, ever.

"No..This..Isnt right! You're a liar! You're a man!" The blonde looked around his room as though looking for anyone who would see his next actions. "What…is your real name."

"Matt" he said smile as wide as ever. "…do you like it better this way?" he looked down at the bulge in Mello's pants accusingly.

"So. Wait, no…no I don't…fuck me" Mello's pulled the boy on top of him onto his bed. Matt apparently had no problem with that request because he went down willingly and let Mello touch him…the real him. All his fake bits were discarded with ease and almost unthought-of of.

"How do you want to do this then" Matt still had long black hair draping around his face which still looked oh-so-feminine. "You can have what you wanted first..Or something different." Matt smiled innocently at his last suggestion.

I'm not being taken down by anyone. Sorry. But..You should really just, rid your face of all that make up. I want to know what you really look like.." The blonde purred. "But you tell no one of this encounter or your fucking dead…got it."

"I got it…hiding this isn't good for you.. But I guess ill do what you ask of me." Matt stood and looked at Mello "if you want to see what I look like, I need a bathroom."

"Uhm..It's the door right over there." Mello pointed the way mentally kicked himself 'am I really spending this much time letting someone prepare themselves for a one night stand?' he heard the sink running and water splashing. 'I should probably wipe my face down anyways…' he grabbed a discarded pillowcase from his floor and wiped the lipstick and accompanying gloss on it. The water stopped and a fully naked boy with chin length black hair, pale white skin, big green eyes and his hands covering his body as much as possible was standing in the door way looking confusedly at Mello who was holding a stained pillowcase. "You look better that way.."

"Not really. Are we going to do this so you can forget about me already.." Matt had his head tilted down pathetically. "Because if not then I should leave now so I don't have to present myself as a fool like this."

"Then come over here. And you don't look like a fool. I don't think I'm drunk anymore…" Mello stretched his arms out to the doorway Matt was still standing in.

"I really hope you are…" Matt sulked over to the bed, his confidence seemed gone and he didn't look happy anymore. He crawled back into Mello's lap and let his strength go and let Mello do as he wished. Maybe he enjoyed the feeling he got from this, but he could go without the being naked part. Mello took his body and when it was over he pulled Matt to his side. He wanted the younger boy to stay there. Why the hell would he want that…Matt leaned into Mello and kissed his cheek "forget me" he whispered and left. Mello heard the sound of jeans rubbing tether as Matt walked away, wearing Mello's clothes. 'I've never had a one night stand take something so…pointless..'

"Don't forget me..." he called back, hoping that he was heard but at the same time whishing he wasn't.