A/N: I was bored. Suffering from writers block. Then had a random thought. So here it is.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note nor Photobucket for the purity of browers under the age of fourteen. Thank you.
Jargon: n; unintelligible or meaningless talk or writing
He leaned back into his chair as a leather clad individual on one of his computer screens slipped out of a building casually, where an innocent robbery had just taken place. The young man gave a fleeting glance at the camera, toward the beholder, before stuffing his head into a motorbike helmet and driving off purposefully. A successful and harmless shoplifting, only because it was an absolutely necessary piece of equipment for tracking down the SPK without extracting a virus from their double-bladed firewall, the very last one he had to get through. Matt had tried it to sneak through it like he had with the other six firewalls, and his entire modem crashed. That was not a happy day for him.
So he had to get himself a brand new computer, because that lovely virus acted more like the Bubonic Plague from which his precious friend could not wake, no matter how hard Matt tried. And the expenses for that left him and Mello unable to purchase the extra chip code legally. So they stole it.
Hey, they only had so much money.
Everything was all set on his new computer, the usual array of different systems and top security hacking devices, and the only thing he needed was the code Mello was bringing home.
The field work was finished, the store camera hacking all set and there was nothing else for Matt to do at the moment. It was one of those times when he really felt like doing something, and wished Mel would hurry up. He checked the clock, and cursed when it read five o' clock. Rush hour.
Rush hour was just as bad in Tokyo as it is in New York City, if not worse, so it wasn't likely that he was going to get to him soon. Matt sighed.
He beat all of his games at least five times each, and just didn't feel like replaying them. But looking at his computer put a smile on his face and decided to fiddle around with the internet.
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Mello ruffled his hair when he slipped the helmet off in the large parking garage. It took him three damn hours to get back to their apartment on the other side of the city because some jackass was too blind to see another car coming at him when he ran a red light. Three hours of inhaling car exhaust with an added bonus of several hundred cars, taxis and buses…if it wasn't for his helmet he would've passed out.
He entered the apartment he shared with his partner and tossed the keys onto the kitchen table. It wasn't until he began pouring himself a glass of water did he notice Matt was talking in the other room.
"…My spork thinks he's Batman. Or you were just as bored as I am. …Well, aren't we just a fucking ray of sunshine? I suppose you aren't, no."
Mello put his glass down once he drained it, staring at the closed door that contained his partner in crime. What the hell was that guy doing?
"…I eat emo kids for breakfast. Then you have bigger issues to deal with, I'm afraid. …Everything I learned about sex is from fanfiction. Holy shit. This person needs to get a life."
The young man stripped off his jacket and slowly made his way toward the door, his brow furrowed in concern.
"…No trespassing. Violators will be shot and survivors will be shot again. Ah, I like this one!"
Mello, in spite of himself, paused for a moment. Then continued on sheepishly.
"…I think someone needs a Happy Meal. Considering the other ones I've seen, I guess this is a sexual statement."
He stood in front of the door and saw that it wasn't closed all the way, so he pushed it open quietly.
"…Oh look. You're so ugly, you scared my icon away! Actually it probably fled from the first face it was exposed too."
"Matt?"
Jumping in his chair, the named turned around in surprise. "Mello! I…I didn't hear you come in."
He raised an eyebrow, "I know." His gaze locked onto the computer screen the other was sitting in front of. "What are you looking at?"
Matt looked at the screen with him, and flushed in embarrassment, "I…uh…I'm looking through the pictures on Photobucket…for icons."
"Icons."
"Yeah."
"For what?"
He glanced up at his senior, "Nothing. I was bored."
"Right. Well anyway go make some food. I'm starving."
Matt frowned. "Wait, it's your turn to make dinner tonight!"
Mello crossed his arms across his chest and looked down his nose at him. "Who stole that fucking code for the investigation? Who was stuck in traffic for three hours?"
The teen hunched his shoulders as he lifted himself off the chair. "Fine. Jesus Christ…." He hated it when Mel got like that, it was like he was made of stone. Matt grumbled to himself as he heated up a pot of water. It was spaghetti and meatballs tonight, he was craving it since he saw an icon with a picture of it, but he couldn't remember what it said….
He was heating up the spaghetti sauce when he felt a body directly behind him, and Matt jumped in surprise for the second time that day and the sauce spluttered in the excess heat. Some of it reached his face.
"Ah," he hissed, and reached up to wipe it away, but another hand beat him to it.
Mello's thumb slowly rubbed it away, and he placed it to Matt's lips. "…I like you so much better when you're naked."
Matt felt blood being pumped up to his face in record time, "Um…"
From behind his bewildered partner, Mello removed the protesting sauce to an unheated stove coil to cool off. "The only reason I'd kick you out of bed would be to fuck you on the floor."
Matt was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. "M-Mel, I thought you said you were hungry. This is almost finished so-"
"Save water. Shower with me."
"I have to get the pasta before it gets all mushy-" he stopped. Matt turned around to face his partner.
"Hmmm keep talking, sexy."
"Mello, are you repeating what those icons had on them?"
He smirked at him, "I found the perfect icon for you. Sexy."
He shuddered when he heard that. Never in his wildest dreams did Matt ever imagine Mello of all people to be saying things like that. It was weird. They did occasionally grope one another but Matt never had the guts to go all the way, and Mello was usually too busy. And he couldn't tell if he was trying to seduce him or make fun of him for looking to Photobucket to ease his boredom.
He shoved a plate at Mello's abdomen, "Dinner's ready."
When Mello settled himself at the table, his younger partner fled the kitchen and into the confines of his room. He knew Matt was looking at the icon he had chosen out for him, and if that didn't get the message across then he'd just have to jump him tonight, willing or not.
I want to get in your pants.
A/N: I know I should be working on SOTR but...this idea hit me. In the head. Really hard. I know they're OOC here, but it's cute crack so I'm not too worried.
Hope everyone enjoyed, and I might add a lemon when I'm more awake...or if I get enough requests. *hint hint*
Thanks for reading, and have a nice day.
-Zak