Title: Under the Refrigerator Light
Author: jengou
Fandom: Death Note
Pairings: Mello/Matt
Genre: Fluff
Rating: PG
Spoilers: If you know who Matt is, you're safe!
Disclaimer: The boys own ME. I own nothing.
Summary: There's no food in the fridge and Matt is emo. What will Mello do?
Notes: Dedicated to ill ame for making me run around in happy circles on a regular basis! Though this fic is so small and unworthy. Maybe next time!
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Mello probably had a reason for going to the kitchen in the middle of the night, but damned if all thoughts didn't scatter at the sight of Matt crouched on the floor meditating to an open refrigerator.
"Mello. I'm hungry." The artificial light made Matt's face look a little washed out, a little surreal.
"Cook something then." Ah yes. Hot chocolate. Mello took out his chocolate bar, broke it into chunks, and dropped them into a mug. Annoyed at the striped hulk barring his way to the microwave, he nudged Matt's bum with his toe. "Move over."
Scooting over slightly, Matt sighed. "My mum used to make me toast with baked beans when I woke up in the middle of the night. It was pretty much all she was able to make during her depression. Sometimes she'd stick a peeled banana on the side of my plate." Matt paused to wrinkle his nose. "She knew I hated fruit and veg, but she also knew that I'd feel bad watching the banana turn brown and mushy. So I'd eat it."
"That's nice," Mello said after the microwave pinged. "We've got bread somewhere. Maybe baked beans too."
"But no banana." Matt sighed again.
Mello frowned. Matt's rarely so sullen. Feeling charitable with hot chocolate in his hands, he crouched down next to Matt to join him staring at their mostly-empty fridge.
"It's nice sitting in front of the fridge, isn't it? Basking in artificial, orangey light. Like sitting in front of a campfire. Or like staring at a computer screen."
"Mhm. A bit cold though. Not bad when you have hot chocolate. Oh sorry," Mello sipped. "When I have hot chocolate."
Matt gave Mello a sideways glance. "I want a sip."
Mello took a few leisurely sips before replying. "No."
"I was just gonna tell you that your face looks less homicidal in the pretty light."
"Hm. Too bad the light on your goggles make you look like a giant fly."
Matt sulked and didn't reply.
Damn, I'm not very good at this cheering-up thing. Mello shifted closer so their thighs lined up and rested the mug on the other boy's knee. "Fine. One sip."
Matt cupped his hands around the mug and took a long, noisy slurp. "Haha. I'm contaminating your precious chocolate with my saliva!"
He was going to add, "Now I get to keep this and you make a new one," but got distracted by Mello's hair in his face and hand on his shoulder, and Mello was suddenly kissing him. Mello didn't seem to know what he was doing and Matt certainly didn't know what he was supposed to do.
Then Mello's scar brushed roughly across Matt's cheek, and Matt's brain promptly shut down. He let out a moan and his lips became pliant, moulding against Mello's lips. Matt opened his mouth, urged Mello's to do the same, and their tongues twisted and twined and it was all hot, wet, and chocolate.
Eventually, Mello drew back, his lips half-glistening and half lost in the shadows. Matt bit his lips together, licked them from the inside. Tastes of Mello.
"Did your mum tuck you back into bed and give you a good night kiss too?"
"No… but sometimes I kissed her good morning."
Mello smiled. "I can get used to that."