"Hey, Mel..." The brunette looked down at the chocolate eating blond, nervously biting his lip.
"What do you want, Gamer Boy?" Mello didn't even look up at his roommate, only focused on the chocolate bar in front of him.
"The doctor just called."
"Yeah. And?" The blond opened his mouth, ready to take a large bite of the candy bar, surprised when he bit the air. He opened his closed, blue eyes fast enough to see Matt running out of the apartment room and down the hall, Mello's chocolate in hand.
Blue eyes widened with rage. Matt, above everybody else, knew better than to take chocolate from him. "Matt! Get your ass back here!" Green eyes also widened, looking back in terror. He pressed the elevator button at least 20 times, hoping to be in before Mello got a hold of him.
"Shit shit shit!" The elevator opened slowly, but wouldn't close quick enough. The blond ran through to small opening, pinning the slightly smaller man easily to the elevator wall.
"If you were wise, you'd give that back to me, Mail." Mello had only ever used his real name when he was ticked off at him, and this time, Mello's anger boiled out of him.
"I can't do that..." He felt the chocolate melting between his warm fingers and quickly crushed the chocolate bar, throwing it against the elevator door. Blue eyes burned into him, a hand clamping tightly around his slim throat.
"Damn it, Matt! I can't believe you did that. Do you suddenly have a death wish?" The hand tightened, fingers pressing roughly into the sides. "I hope you at least planned to replace that."
"No. I can't, Mel..." He gasped slightly for air when Mello growled, tightening his grip more than before. "C-C'mon Mel! It's just a dumb old chocolate-"
"Zip it! Think carefully, Matt. Are you going to replace it?"
"I said I can't..." He closed his eyes quickly, Mello's breath snaking it's way down his neck.
"Why not?" He purred into the others ear.
"The doctor said you can't eat anymore chocolate, Mel..." He winced, a pain in his ear when Mello bit down on the lobe.
"What makes you think I'll listen to the doctor?"
"You... have to... you could die if you don't." He cared far too much about Mello to let him die from the chocolate. He cared, truthfully, more than he should, maybe he even love-
"I don't care! Buy me more chocolate, damn it!"
"No! Get over your addiction for this shit! It's not healthy for you, Mel! Find a new addiction..!"
"A new addiction?" The elevator had stopped, already returned to their 8th floor hallway. Mello's hand buried itself in Matt's red and black shirt, dragging him from the 5 by 5 elevator and down the hall. He threw the door quickly open, not even bothering to close it before dragging a confused Matt to his room. "So a new addiction, eh?" Matt lay on the bed, holding himself upright with his elbows, legs bent and slightly parted.
Mello had pulled off his tight, leather shirt and stood shirtless in front of a blushing Matt. "What do you say then, Gamer Boy?" He grew a small, half visible smirk. "Wanna take the part?"
"Wh...what do you mean, Mel?" He was shocked when the shirtless man crawled between his legs, yanking his own shirt off. Blue eyes started into his, a soft hand tracing the curves of his torso.
"Be my new addiction." He stated it so calmly, watching in amusement as a darker shade of pink painted the others face. "Don't even act like you don't know what I mean, or like you don't want to." He played with the buttons of Matt's jeans, 'popping' it open easily. "You think I don't notice how you look at me? With your love struck, googley eyes? Or how your face turns pink whenever you're with me? Like right now." He moved closer to Matt, keeping his voice low as a whisper, lustfully speaking. "I know you want me, Matt. Maybe I want you too. So what do you say?" His voice lowered huskily. "Wanna be my new addiction? My toy? Do you want to be mine, so I can do what I know you've wanted, and I've wanted, for so long?"
He pulled slightly back, looking in the wide green eyes again. "Or, will you just say 'no' and let me eat my chocolate again?" Words jumbled together quickly in Matt's mind. "You have 5 seconds to chose, Matt. Or I'm choosing for you."