Ok,
Here we go again…..
Warning: MelloXMatt (only fluff right now)
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, if I did Mello would have been the one to beat Kira and L would not have died…
But I –do- own MattPuppy (who betta-ed this for me)
And so, with no further ado….
It starts…
It was way too quiet. The apartment had never been, and probably never should have been quiet. The only sound was the door creaking open. No annoying game music, no clicking of buttons... no sign of the gamer at all, in fact.
"Matt?" Mello tested the waters by calling the other man's name as he edged inside, closing the door behind him. There was a long pause, but he could finally hear snickering coming from the bedroom.
"Guess who got new pajamas."
"I don't know, Near?" Mello sneered with a roll of his eyes, shrugging off his leather jacket and simply letting it fall to the floor when Matt emerged from the bedroom to stand in front of him.
"Well?" The gamer's scarlet red hair stood out against the complete blank white of what looked like silk pajamas. He was grinning widely, a sort of cheerful cockiness that made Mello sure Matt was doing this just to tick him off. "They're so warm. And silky, and... warm. And fuzzy of the inside."
"And white." Mello mumbled, staring.
"And I got slipper socks. Also fuzzy." Matt swept on, lifting up his foot so Mello could see. The blonde pushed Matt's foot away from his face, sneering.
"They match." He managed to grind out, gritting his teeth.
"Mhm!" Matt chirped happily, reveling in the silencing effect this had on Mello. He sauntered forward and wrapped Mello up in a strong hug, and snickered as the blonde went rigid in his arms. Mello finally seemed to snap out of it after a second, and began to try and pry the other boy off.
"Off." He commanded with a growl.
"Why?" Matt whined, pouting.
"Because I said so." Came the short reply.
"B-but Mello... I got you chocolate at the store, too..." Matt was still pleased by Mello's obvious discomfort. Matt held up the chocolate and Mello instantly snatched it away, before wriggling out of his grasp and at once storming over to the couch. Matt followed him, still smirking, amused. Mello fell back and pulled off the wrapper from the bar with his teeth, while just to annoy him more, Matt sat next to him with one knee pressed into his chest. Mello just slid over, away from the redhead, on the couch, grabbing a pile of papers from the coffee table to occupy himself with.
"Go die." Mello snorted.
"But I'm bore-"
"Go die." Mello repeated, cracking a piece off of his chocolate bar before Matt could finish. Now bored with the annoy-Mello-game, Matt fished out his DS from his pocket. He slid closer to Mello again, who in turn inched away again.
"Does it bother you that much?" Matt sighed, without looking up from his game. No response. Matt rolled his eyes, putting the game down in his lap. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it over the back of the couch, before going back to his game. "Better?"
Mello finally looked up from his papers, his face turning red slightly as he realized Matt had abandoned his shirt. He grumbled something about distractions, getting up and moving now into the kitchen in an attempt to avoid Matt yet again. This time, Matt didn't follow, but just laid down on his back, grinning victoriously at having monopolized the couch. He held the DS over his head, staring at the game an continuing to play for a few minutes more, letting silence overcome the apartment save for the gentle clicking of his fingers on the buttons.
"Hey, Mello." Matt finally called after a few moments, in a completely serious tone. "If we could have a son, what would you name him?"
