So i know most people side with one or the other on MelloXNear or MelloXMatt, but i happen to love both XD so don't hurt me please!!!
anyhoo here is my MxM fic...to be continued.....at some point....
Disclaimer: look, if i owned Death Note....................
let's just say you would be able to tell. O.O XD
Matt's breathing was steady, in, out, in, out, as he slept. Mello watched him from the doorway, silhouetted against the light from the laptop on the table in the next room. It was well past 2 o'clock in the morning, and though he knew he really should get some sleep at this point, he couldn't bring himself to change out of the tight leather and into pyjamas....there was just too many things in his mind.
It was only three days till he and Matt would carry out their carefully formulated plan to kidnap Miss Takada... and he needed all the extra time he could get. Matt, however, had spent all his time playing games, and endlessly chain-smoking; only leaving the tiny apartment to get more cigarettes and chocolate for the blonde.
Mello, on the other hand, felt guilty for all the rants and fits he had thrown at Matt this past week. none of them were Matt's fault, and most of them were about Near. But as always, Matt had taken it without a word, only losing it twice, the first when Mello threw his DS out the window, and the second when Mello shrieked for over an hour exclusively about Near. The latter had happened about three hours ago, and Matt had stormed off to the bedroom they shared. He hadn't come out, and finally Mello felt so close to tears he had to go up and see what was going on.
And what he saw...made him feel utterly guilty and at the same time absolutely in love. That second emotion he would deny, of course. he could lie through his teeth for hours about Matt, but he coudn't lie to himself. He loved the gamer, there was no doubt about it. He would just never tell anyone how much the redhead actually meant to him. Just looking at his sleeping form, so peaceful, made him remember just how much he was in love with him.
The curtains were drawn shut over the single window, and a single shaft of pale, gold light filtered through the crack from the streetlamp outside. Mello was tempted to go over and look outside, but he did not want to wake Matt, so he stayed put, contenting himself with just watching the gamer's even breathing.
After about ten minutes, his arms started to fall asleep from having them crossed over his chest, and Mello sighed softly. It was definetly time for him to get some sleep. He turned away from his boyfriend's sleeping form, and crossed back to the open laptop.
Pressing the power button, he glanced at the half-eaten chocolate bar sitting on the table next to it. As the screen went black, he gave in and picked up the candy, taking a bite and letting it melt on his tongue. The familiar, heavenly taste calmed his jumbled thoughts and made the tense muscles in his back relax for once.
Now that the computer was dark, the only light in the room came from the dirty window that looked down onto the street. Mello could see the moon, high in the sky, not quite full, lacking a few centimeters to make it so.
He shrugged his jacket off, laying it on the couch before setting the gun he had hidden in his pants on top of it.
Mello made sure the safety was on before leaving the room, last time he had got up in the morning feeling cranky, he had grabbed his gun and put a few rounds into the cabinets in the kitchen to vent his anger. Now he glanced at the bullet holes ruefully before picking his way through the many cables and wires littering the floor on his way to the bedroom.
Squinting in the dark, Mello tried to find some pajama pants to wear, or at least some boxers, but everything was just another soft pile in the blackness. Finally giving up, he crossed to the window and pulled the curtain away from the pane. A bright shaft of light spilled into the room, illuminating the messy mix of his and Matt's clothing that littered the floor.
Since they had moved in with all their belongings in black garbage bags, neither of them had really bothered to sort anything out and put it away. It was obvious anyway who's clothes were whose.
Matt's plain, baggy jeans and striped shirts stood out among the piles of shiny black leather. All Mello's clothes were black, but not all were made of cowskin, a fact which he was thankful for upon spotting a pair of soft, loose cotton pants on the floor next to the dresser. He scooped them up and let the curtain fall back into it's place, plunging the room once more into blackness.
Mello set about removing his vest and pants, which were both (rather inconveniently) made of the stiff, shiny material. The rosary that hung from his neck did not leave, however, as he climbed into bed beside his lover. Matt rolled over to face the blonde, slitted green eyes looked at him from under messy maroon bangs.
"Hey." he whispered.
"Hey yourself."
"You woke me up, you know."
"Sorry. Didn't mean to." Mello smirked slightly, but it lacked any real conviction. He was just too tired, and it was warm under the comforter from Matt's body heat.
Scooching himself closer to Matt, Mello buried his face into the gamer's chest, muttering against his skin;
"I'm really sorry, you know, about earlier. And for neglecting you."
Matt pressed his face into silky blonde hair, breathing in the scent of chocolate that clung to the gunman like a second skin.
"Thanks, Mells. And I don't mind being ignored if your going to be this sweet about apologizing..."
Mello pinched his side, making the redhead yelp softly.
"Don't push it Matty."
Matt laughed softly. That was the Mello he knew.
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