"He's on the frits again." Roger stated with a grim nervousness. Watari and him were watching Beyond Birthday closely. The child resembled L without flaw-other than the red eyes-and had a great taste for mimicking those around him. Just the other day, he had been found in the main sitting room playing with robots and wearing a pair of black pj's. Right now he was mimicking the blond across from him; Miheal Kheel.

The blond was glaring and snapping off chocolate from his candy bar, eating it without looking away. BB would do the same. Mello was growing more and more frustrated. They had known each other for a total of forty eight hours now, and he was ready to punch the raven haired in front of him. The guy was totally off his rocker. Watari frowned at the two children on the other side of the window. The children were only ten. The ideal age for kids to be brought into the school. He didn't know if this new kid would be good or bad for the school, but he was willing to let it play out to find the answer. Roger, however, did not seem too thrilled by this. He was insisting Beyond Birthday be pulled out for another year. That would not be happening.

"He is an odd child. These past two day's, he's been acting strange like this. The only thing that makes him himself is the jam I made." Roger mused, running a hand through his hair.

"He's odd, but he is also exactly what we are looking for." The two men watched closely as the dark haired boy stood from his chair. The deep dark circles under his eyes made it look like he'd been awake for weeks, his bony body hardly visible under the black long sleeve and simple pants. The kid was looking at Mello like he was some kind of food. Mello calmly stood from the chair, throwing a hard toy at BB, the battle was on.

The blond lunged across the table, only to get caught mid-air. BB and him were fighting hand to hand now. Fair game. Until Mello took a jab to the stomach; then Matt, the red haired boy across the room, heard Mello's grunt and got into action. With a deafening war cry, he launched onto BB's back, tearing and hitting at the enemy with small fists. The three were indeed in a brawl until someone cried uncle. Roger let a curse escape his lips.

"Looks like the fun has begun. I'll get the nurse."

SEVEN YEARS LATER…

Mello jolted awake, screaming and gripping the bed sheets. He was covered with a cold sweat and shaking uncontrollably. This happened every night. He would go to sleep in a great mood and wake up screaming his lungs out like a child who just saw the boogie man. The blond let his hand run through the thick mass of hair. Totally drenched as always. He groaned, knowing what was coming next. Springing to his feet, not caring that he was naked, he made a sprint to the bathroom that connected to his room. His stomach lurched, giving up anything that was in his stomach.

Goodbye pot roast… He held the side of the toilet, letting his stomach tighten with agony as he squeezed his eyes shut. How many times had he repeated this process? Too many, that's how much. Mello waited until there was nothing but dry heaving to move away. He pressed his cheek against the cool white tile of the floor. In the other room, he could hear his door open and close. "Mello?"

"In here." Matt walked in, his face pulled into a tight frown. Mello wasn't embarrassed by being buck naked, Matt was his best friend. He'd seen him like this a lot. Matt cursed, grabbing a towel from the rack and putting it over Mello's tired form.

"Do you need anything? Water? Food?" Matt made sure to grab another towel for Mello to wipe off the sweat from his face. If Matt tried to do it himself, he'd be pushed away. Mello didn't want pity or help. He would tell everyone he was fine until they left him alone.

"B… I need to talk to BB." Mello struggled to sit up, his stomach lurching again. He was sure he'd throw up again.

"I'll go get him. Just try to relax, ok?" Matt rushed out of the room, leaving Mello on the floor. He let his heavy breathing fill the room, a arm wrapped tightly against his stomach. He was tired of doing this. Every time it happened, every morning he woke up, this was what he had to go through. It sickened him. No pun intended. The cold sweat just made him feel so clammy and over exerted. He grabbed the towel Matt had laid beside his head, wiping up the pool of sweat he could feel forming.

When it came down to it, he would rather be knocked out all day than deal with this.

"Mello, I'm here." Beyond walked in, his slender figure moving with the same strides L used. He knelt beside Mello's worn out figure, his hand smoothing back the damp blond locks. "It was the dreams again, wasn't it?"

He managed a weak nod, letting BB pull him to a sitting position. "It was just as bad as it always is. God, B, why won't they stop?"

"Just give it time." Beyond held the blond to his chest, murmuring assuring words in his ear. He had given it time. Since the first day, he had tried giving it time. That was five months ago. Now, he wanted them gone. That man he had met all those months ago had made this happen, he had made it so Mello had no choice but to dream of such crude images. That man was the reason he feared so much and loved so little.

He was tired of giving it time. It was time to stop the scenes from playing in his head anymore. Mello tightened the towel around himself, stumbling to his feet. When he realized it wouldn't do any good to try, he sat on the toilet seat, lid down. His head was killing him.

BB went to the cabinet, pulling out three Tylenol. Two was never enough anymore. Mello swallowed them with a lopsided smile. He managed to make his dry throat say, "Shower." B helped him. First starting the water and testing the steaming liquid with his hand. After showing his satisfaction, he pulled Mello to his feet, steering him into the mist. The water felt magnificent. But he knew he still needed the help, as much as it pissed him off.

"Too hot?" God, no. The water temp was perfect. Mello let his mouth open, water pouring in. The best feeling in the world. BB was right behind him, his loose sweat pants clinging to the lean muscles of his legs while the sleep shirt he often wore outlined his body with a tight hug. He held Mello around the waist with one arm while his other hand went for the soap. Mello let his head fall back on the shoulder he often leaned on, letting the soap get lathered over him.

"Why do you always come to my rescue?" Mello let his eyes look over the raven haired boy beside him. At the age of seventeen, BB could have been taken more of an early twenty year old. BB chuckled, lowering his mouth to the blonds ear.

"I come because you call. For you, Mello, I will keep rescuing you." BB let his mouth mold to Mello's. The blonds body responded instantly, his arms wrapping around B's broad shoulders. The two let their mouths and tongues work in sync to the others. Like a dance with a steady beat. Mello was pressed against the wall, his hands pushing the other man's shirt off. He was tired of barriers standing between them today. He shed the clothes in record time, his fingers tangling in the black hair.

BB moaned, grabbing under Mello's leg and lifting. The leg was hooked over his hip, held in place by B while their bodies joined. Mello groaned, pulling at the thick black hair in his hands. They had done this a hundred times before, and it never got old.

They let the steam fill the room until it was impossible to see through. Their love making was always good, and it let him forget about the dreams. Just for a little while…

A/N- This story is by request of my close friend. She wanted MelloxBB. So I gave it. Here it is. Next chapter will hopefully be out soon. IF SHE EVER UPDATES FOR ME!!! Just joking! Lol, Anyways, tell me what you think.