Warnings: none really, but i have a corupt brain so you might disagree
Dislaimer" I dont own death note I mean do i in all honestly look like i won death note no? good because if i did youd know thered be Matt and Mellodoing yaoi-ish things every page you fucking turn to...
Matt lay on the floor, oddly long limbs spread in any direction, save for his hands. Those were currently occupied with beating the first-person shooter game he was playing, and lighitng his many cancer sticks. His focus had been on the screen all day and it was no exception when his best friend, bad-ass, leather-wearing, mafia-leader Mello walked through the door(cough, cough-slammed-)through the doorway to their small apartment. "Matty, I brought pizza!" he called. Matt's attention, to his great disappointment, didn't waver as the blonde sat on the couch in their crappy excuse of a living room. Mello did a combination of a scowl-frown, the look he made when he wasn't sure if we was more mad or sad, and sat on his gaming friends' back. After a grunt from Matt(that even lacked enthusiasm)and some awkward silence, he poked his friend in the back of Matt'ss vibrant red locks. Nothing. *sigh* This called for drastic measures. He had to insult Matt's game. He honestly didn't know what was going on, but it was probably the only thing that'd work. Mello shifted his position and said, "This game seems gay." Matt paused the game and looked back, smirking. "I thought you didn't like any games of mine, Mells. What the hell happened to that?" Huh? "Umm... Matty, I hate to break it to ya, but I just insulted your fucking video game. You're not mad?" Matt chuckled. Mello briefly thought it was rather... sexy. "No, Melly, from the way you're hard and just laying across my damn back I'd say you're gay or bi." Mello was hard? He payed attention to his dick and his sex drive for a minute and realized he was. Damn, it'd gotten that bad? "That still doesn't explain what you said!" he practically shrieked, wanting to avoid the subject of his sexual feelings for his best friend. That hapens to be male. Like him. Damn, blowing people's brains out on a daily basis was making him insane. He hoped he didn't start acting like B from Wammy's. "Well, 'gay' would imply that something's bad if you were straight, but since you're gay slash bi, tham it means something's good." Matt's logic made total sense, but Mello finally snapped and somehow went ninja, roughly flipping Matt over, straddling him, and putting his hands on either side of the smoker's face. "Well, I honestly don't know if I'm gay. Are you, Matty?" he asked innocently, yet seductively. Matt gulped, licked his lips, then smirked. "You tell me," he retorted in a voice that held no innocence at all. Mello smirked back and crashed their lips together. Matt, running his hands over the skin under his blonde's vest, nibbled said blonde's lower lip. Mello grant him permission immediately, and they explored each other's mouths with passion. Mello tasted like chocolate(not a suprise, considering he was addicted to it)and Matt tasted like smoke and cherries. "It suits his hair," Mello thought. The flavors were so different, yet tasted so right to both males. Mello entangled his fingers in Matt's hair, while his little red-riding-hood continued to explore the skin on Mello's torse. Their kiss broke, due to lack of air, and they panted for a few minutes. After Matt's breathing came as close to normal as it would be until he died, he spoke. "Mells?" he said with no tone in his voice. "Umm, yeah?" was the blonde's genious response. Matt just sat there for a few seconds, then grinned. "I am deffinitely gay," he stated finally. Mello kissed him again and Matt took that as his way of saying, "So am I, Matty, so am I."