A/N: Hola, ! I know it's been a while for me, but here's another little MxM drabble for you. I have no clue where it came from, so don't even ask. Pardon their mouths. BoyXBoy, so don't like, don't read. If you do read it, be sure to leave a review when you're done, please! Do enjoy.

NEW! I was thinking about it for a while, and I think I'm going to expand this into an actual story. It will be an actual story, which is new for me. But I'll probably end up using some of my already published work as a chapter or two, so once those chapters go up, I'll be taking their one-shot forms down. If you want a sneak peek, read 'em while you can! Thanks!

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It was just like any day at Wammy's House in Winchester, England. It was lunchtime, and Mello was scanning the pages of his biology textbook as he shoved spoonful after spoonful of macaroni into his mouth. A flash of red bounced to a stop in the chair beside him, and without looking up, the blond drawled, "What do you want, Matt?"

"Noooothiiiing," He drew the word out innocently. "I was just curious. You're higher ranking here than I am—"

"Best respect."

"I do, I do. So, you presumably know more than me, right?"

"Obviously." He set down his spoon and turned to stare blankly at the gamer. "Where is this going?" He reached for a sip of milk.

Matt squirmed in his seat, thinking of the best approach to the question he had on mind. Not one for subtlety, the redhead blurted out, "What does the word uke mean?"

The blond snorted and pressed a hand to his nose. A drop of milk slid from his nostril. "Are you serious? Go look it up for yourself; I'm not repeating that in public."

"But this is a private school for orphans, so technically, we're not in public."

"I don't care. Do it yourself." He rose and dropped his half-eaten plate of macaroni at the kitchen and disappeared in the direction of the library.

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Later that day, Mello opened the door to his and Matt's room. The gamer was sitting on the bottom bunk, tapping away furiously at the keyboard. When he heard the door click open, he glanced up. "Oh, Mels! Guess what?"

"What?" Mello asked uninterestedly as he tossed his books on the swivel chair in front of his desk.

"Two things: One, I just started Tetris Battle on Facebook this morning, and I'm already level 42!"

Mello cleared his throat, "Dork."

"Hey, you try it! Anyway. Two, I looked up 'uke.'" Oh God, Mello groaned inwardly. Matt scowled at the laptop and placed it on the night table beside the bed. "And I would just like to say that I resent that!"

"Resent what?" The blond scrunched his eyebrows at the gamer.

"Well," Matt thought, placing his fingers to his chin, "How do I say this? Well, a certain artist may or may not have told me that I was the uke of our relationship." He waved his hand between himself and Mello as he stood up. "The 'catcher,' the 'bottom.' You know. But I say that'd be you." He made air quotes to emphasize his words.

That caught him off guard. "Wait, what relationship?" Mello sputtered and felt his skin heat.

Matt replied by pushing his lips against his roommate's. With a loud smack, he pulled back, leaving behind a stunned and flustered blond. "This relationship."

"Well fuck. Are you gay, Mattie?"

It was the redhead's turn to sputter incoherently. "Depends, a-are you?"

Mello facepalmed. "Let's just get this straight: I'm not gay. And even if I were—and this is completely hypothetical—you'd be the uke."

Matt raised an eyebrow behind his goggles. "Oh really?"

"Really," Mello said, nodding his head firmly.

"Do you wanna bet on that?" The gamer said with a smirk.

"How much are we talking?"

"A week's worth of chocolate and or gaming. Loser has to go without their favorite."

"You're on," Mello growled and tackled Matt back onto the bed. The redhead yelped and tried to fight back, but it was futile. Within moments, the stronger blond had Matt pinned down by the shoulders, and he glared at him. Leaning down, Mello kissed him roughly and whispered snidely in his ear, "There's a reason you're on the bottom bunk."

"Well fuck. Are you gay, Mels?" Matt used Mello's own words against him. He grinned smugly.

"Depends, are you?" The blond purred. Matt's eyes flashed wide as his roommate thrust his lips against his once more. Finally, his eyelids slid closed and he kissed back.

"Hey Mello, do you have—" Linda opened the door before cutting herself off when her eyes met her two friends. With a giggle, she closed the door. She hissed to herself, "Score one for Linda!"