The way Mello looked at him. Those big piercing blue orbs that seemed to gaze into his soul, studying it and claiming it as his own. The way he spoke his name, His real name, it was soft and delicate, yet strangley seductive. He yearned to hear that voice. In fact it was more than a yearning, it was addictive, and he made sure as hell he'd make Mello moan it until he was satisfied.
That smirk of his that drove him insane, all it is, just a small tug of his lips and he was his in a instant, obeying his every command, like a dog. That's all it took.
And he loved him
He loved him with a fiery burning passion, hell, he'd take a thousand burning bullets for him (and so he did) And walk to vast ends of the Earth and back again just to be with him. Not only was Mello his lover, but his soul mate and he couldn't imagine being in a world without him. He needed him like he needed oxygen, completely and soley dependent. He couldn't imagine being without him.
He used to study him whilst he slept, look at how when he slept he finally looked peaceful. All that rage and anger that was pent up inside him disappeared in a instant, his angelic features softened considerably. He adored the way his corn coloured hair fell across his eyes, the way his arm fell across his stomach, as if he was holding something. And that was usually him. They'd sleep soundly together, holding each other, protecting each other from the night terrors that would haunt their dreams, fighting each other's battles.
Being without him wasn't a option.
Ever