Hello, fan fiction, enjoy.

Rating: M

Couple: Mello and Matt

Warning: Yaoi (guy on guy), swearing, also I bash religion a lot in this story. I am Christian so I do not mean this personally. It's Matt's opinion, not mine.

I DO NOT OWN DEATH NOTE.

I got some ideas from some pictures I saw on some AMV's so…yeah…. this is just a simple two shot. I had to turn it into that it got so long. Nothing special though. Please be kind.

It's my first fan fiction AND first Lemon scene so tell me how it is please.

And this was on Delcie Bendell's account. I am her. Had to switch accounts they are taken down so no bashing.

000

I watched him play with his rosary from across the room. Sliding his fingers up and down the carved wood. Cradling it like it was some fragile family heirloom.

I fucking hated that rosary.

I've done more for that blonde dick head then Jesus ever did! Did Jesus save his ass from getting killed by Bobby back at Whammy's house? Did Jesus stalk him for years after he abandoned him to make sure he was ok? Did Jesus pull his body out of fiery rubble and piece him back together. Was Jesus sitting on a couch watching stupid boring security footage to help catch a criminal that he didn't give two shits about but Mello does so he helped him anyway!

No, I did those things. I'm doing that right now for him. Matt. Not Jesus.

Every night we go into our own separate little bedrooms and dream our own little separate dreams. I dream about him. And I know he dreams about me too.

It's Mello so I never expected some kind of huge love confession. My life is not some fluffy anime where everything is going to work out in the end. Although I know he loves me. Even if it wasn't a physical thing he still loves me and still cares about what happens to me. In his own little Mello way he does care.

But it's physical too.

I can tell by the way he looks at me if I walk around shirtless on really hot days. By the way he refuses to share beds even though we can barley afford this two-bedroom shit hole. He would never act on it though. Never. Why? Because What Would Jesus Do?

Fuck Jesus. Ok? Fuck in right in the ass.

But here I remain, the ever-silent sidekick to the great and powerful Mello. I don't think I would ever act on my feelings either, because that would force Mello to choose. It's not that I don't want to put Mello in that kind of predicament. Matt or Jesus? The real reason I will never act on my feelings is because I am afraid how Mello would choose. No, I'm not afraid. I'm terrified. Because I know how he would choose.

Jesus.

I really needed a cigarette.

Just in time for me to pull out my pack Mello stormed in the apartment. All huffy and sweaty. It was at least ninety degrees out and he was still wearing leather pants. I mean really, what kind of catholic dresses like that? Was he trying to torture me?

"Didn't find any shorts this morning?" With a laugh and a smile I lit the cigarette.

"Shut the fuck up Matt!" He stormed over and yanked the stick out of my mouth. "And don't fucking smoke, dumbass." He put it out in the ashtray I swiped from the store down the street. He then sat down next to me on the ratty old couch. "Find anything on the camera's yet?" He asked, sinking into the sofa. I couldn't stop staring at his crotch.

"Not yet." There were a million things I wanted to tell him. That I loved him, that I wanted him, that we could stop all this now and maybe live another good 40 to 50 years together in Florida. But that wasn't Mello's style. He always had to be in danger. Always had to be just that close to death.

I think he was afraid of being bored. Of being normal. But what Mello didn't know was that Mello could never be normal. Not even if he tried.

"Well fuck. I'm starving." He got up and walked to the kitchen to grab a chocolate bar. Maybe if I was smothered in chocolate he would finally give in.

"Mello." I didn't know where I was going with this. I was just going to wing it. So I walked up from my seat and over to him, sitting on the counter all sexy and uncaring like.

"What." He sounded angry. I shrugged a little, reached up and grabbed his rosary, feeling the warm wood under my fingers. He grabbed my wrist and flung my hand away. "What the fuck Matt." He sounded shocked and angry.

"Nothing. I just haven't really gotten a good look at the new one. Since the explosion you know." His eyes softened just a little. If you didn't know him well enough you would have missed it. "I always used to look at them back at Whammy's house. This one looks expensive."

"Get the fuck back to your computer and do some fucking magic geek shit." He jumped off the counter and walked to his room. Shutting the door behind him.

And that's when I had my first real genius moment in over five years.

I had a plan.

And it was a genius plan.

I began my plan the next day, knowing that I had to use this heat wave thing to my advantage.

So there I was on a normal Sunday afternoon playing Mario and humming along to the tune. Only one thing was different.

"Matt." And Mello noticed. "Why the fuck are you in your fucking boxers?" I tried not to smile as he made his way around the hot apartment.

"Because it's like 100 degrees out and we can't afford an air conditioner, my dear Mello." I paused my game and walked over to the kitchen where Mello was sitting on the counter again. I took a seat at the shitty café table.

"Can't you fucking build one or something." He was playing with his fucking rosary again. I wanted to burn that thing.

"No I can't just build one. I built you a laptop, is that not enough my liege?" I smirked and got up.

"Shut the fuck up you sarcastic dick." He ran his hand through his blonde hair and sighed. "I need some fucking chocolate." He looked at the fridge but wasn't getting up.

"I'll get it." So I got up and got a Hershey's bar out of his stash. I also got myself a Red Bull from the very bottom drawer of the fridge.

"Fuck. Give me my chocolate I have shit to do." He stomped over, grabbed the bar, and stormed off into his bedroom. I couldn't help but smirk as a readjusted the goggles on my head.

Point 1 for Matt.

000

I didn't know why the fuck Matt was acting so fucking odd. First with the whole walking around in just his boxers thing, although I will admit I didn't mind all that much.

STOP.

And he was acting all cocky and shit. Matt wasn't cocky! Matt was quiet and submissive, the silent genius. Something was up. Then he had to get that fucking red bull out of the fridge. Bending over all the way to the bottom drawer.

FUCK.

It was like he was up to something, distracted. I didn't need a fucking distracted sidekick right now. And the things he was doing…

Fuck it. Didn't he know how much I fucking wanted him, how much I couldn't have him? That I was in a constant struggle to ignore him so I could catch Kira and finally beat near. That was more important that him.

"Mello, I think we should go out tonight. We've been doing a lot lately and we can't do anything else until my computer finished decoding that shit. So…" He was looking at me so hopefully. He didn't care about catching Kira. He was only doing it for me. Maybe besting Near and catching Kira wasn't more important then Matt, but it was a lot less fucking confusing and something I might actually fucking accomplish.

"No." I said it as cold as possible, hoping he would just give up. "We don't have time for that fucking shit."

"Fine." He said, making his way back to his computer to watch lines of code pass over the screen, thin fingers clinking away on keys. "We could order in. Maybe download a movie online or something?" He didn't look at me when he spoke.

"Fine. Do whatever the fuck you want. I'm going to bed." And I stalked off into my room and slammed the door. Goddamn him! Didn't he get how hard it was for me to say no, for me to not do something stupid? I have already sinned more than any human being has a right to, I didn't need to add fucking sodomy to the list of reasons why I'm going to hell. Besides.

What if I was wrong?

What if he didn't want me the way I wanted him. I never was close to anyone before, maybe to him walking around mostly naked in the same apartment as another guy wasn't weird. Maybe he was straight and figured I was to.

I AM.

Fuck him anyway. We needed to catch Kira. That was priority number one. Purging myself of my sins can come afterward.

But then three days went by and Matt didn't do any more odd fucking stunts. It was almost 2 in the morning and we were waiting behind a building for one of my old contacts. Being in the Mob has its upsides.

"Mind if I smoke. Were outside." Matt mumbled. We had to be quiet.

"Fuck, no. Just sit over there." I motioned to a crate a few feet away on the other side of the ally so he nodded and walked over. More like sauntered. I looked down at the light of my disposable phone. He was fucking late.

"Damn, do you have a lighter on you Mel?" And there he was, a mere three inches away from me. I couldn't breathe.

"Don't call me that. Fuck. Here." I took out my black lighter I usually used to light my candles every night and flicked it, a bright flame appearing in the dark and illuminating Matts face. Before I could extend my arm he had my hand pulled close to his face. His face close to mine.

I was mesmerized as he held the stick over the flame, inhaling and using his lips to keep the cigarette in place. So mesmerized in fact I dropped the lighter. The sound of it hitting the pavement seemed to echo.

"You ok?" He asked me, my face remained calm.

"You burnt my fucking hand dickwad. Fuck" I got up and walked to the other side of the ally. "I think he is bailing, lets go."

"He's only ten minutes late Mello. Calm down." Matt smirked a little at my impatience. No one else would ever deal with me the way he did. No one. That I was thankful for. At least all this constantly having to watch myself around him had a pay off. Other than getting to have him around. Matt then walked back over to where I told him to smoke and took the first drag, blowing the smoke slowly out of his mouth. I claimed to hate him smoking, and I do. It makes him smell so fucking bad. But I have to admit watching him do it did have some sort of an effect on me.

Shit.

"Well he better hurry the fuck up or he's not getting fucking paid." I slid down the wall to sit on the ground. Another ten minutes went by before the guy showed up. All jittery and nervous.

"Hey man. Sorry I'm late. Got- uh. Got caught up with something." His eyes were shifting.

"Whatever. You look nervous Benny, you haven't fucken ratted us out have you. Wearing a wire?" I knew he wasn't, I just liked to fuck with him. It was something I could control.

"No man! Never!" He got really close, eyes narrowing at Matt. "Who that?" God did his grammar kill me.

"That's a friend. Now give me the photos and you can go home." I watched as he searched through his jacket for something. Matt was watching intently, but not watching Benny. He was watching me. More specifically he was watching my rosary. If Benny hadn't been there I would have fucking flipped. I could feel his eyes burning a fucking hole in my chest. Did he want the fucking thing or something?

"I'm getting paid right, cash? Like you said?" He looked extra nervous.

"Yeah, cash. Thanks." I took the folded up photos and handed him a white envelope with 100 bucks stuffed inside of it. The last bit of cash I was going to have for a while.

"Thanks man thanks. I gotta go." And just like that Benny was gone. I was left with the photographs of Light Yagami's team. Matt got up and walked over to me, eyes still locked onto my rosary. I grabbed onto his shoulder and pushed him ahead of me.

"Don't fucking stare at me like that. Fuck, lets go."

"Whatever you say boss." His voice leaked sarcasm so I kicked him in the ass. Not hard, just enough to push him forward a little. "So you think he's going to get his next fix." I could hear that he was smiling.

"Shut the fuck up Matt…" I was too.

000

That night had gone great. Mello was slowing wearing down. I was being a mental ninja I was, planting the seeds in his brain. Little by little he would come to realize his feelings for me. Then I would finally get him.

Then was now.

"Mello!" I yelled from my spot on the couch. I was playing an old Mario game I had downloaded online, I know my playing games pissed Mel off but there was nothing for me to do. Nothing besides the final stage of my genius plan.

"What!" He didn't sound happy. He was in his room sitting in front of a fan no doubt. "God damn it Matt, what!"

"Come here!"

"No!"

"Why?"

"Fuck you!"

I was going in. I paused the game, made sure I saved incase my plan failed and Mello decided to take it out on my poor console, and stormed into his bedroom. Now I'm going to warn you now what I found in Mello's bedroom was not at all what I expected to find.

I did not know he wore briefs.

"Uh…"

"Fuck Matt! What the fuck are you doing in my room!" Mello got up and stormed over, probably to kill me, but I couldn't stop staring.

God he was built.

I mean, I nursed him back to health after the explosion but I was kind of distracted by the dead flesh. Now…damn.

"Uh…" yep, that's me. Matt the genius.

"Is that all you can fucking say you fucking-" I cut him off.

"I'm sorry!"

"Sorry? Get the fuck out of my room you sorry dick!" God he was going to kill me, this was not the way I planned this at all. I had to think of something.

"I have a question!" I flinched as I said it, hoping he wasn't close enough to take a swing. I had to use my cunning number 3 skills to get out of this one. Why?

You don't go in Mello's room.

"What." He growled out. He was really sexy when he was angry. I looked around his room trying to think of a question to ask. Ok, I admit it, I had no plan. There was a mattress on the floor, a shitty laptop I built for him a few months ago, some clothes thrown around. Nothing useful. "Ask your goddamned question or get the fuck out!"

"Why?"

Number 3 cannot best number 2….

000

"Why?"

Did he really fucking ask that? He just came into my room unannounced, and now asked why I wanted him to leave. He didn't get it did he.

Or did he?

In about ten seconds it all made sense. The walking around half naked, acting all cocky. He knew. He knew and he was trying to get me to do something about it.

Fuck. Him.

I wasn't about to be manipulated.

"Because I fucking said so! God Matt your acting like a fucking freak lately!" I grabbed a pair of jeans and tossed them on. "I said- Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Room." I snarled the words as mean as I could, getting right into his face. I tried to tell myself not to do something stupid but we were so close, I could feel his breath. I pushed him, hard, so his back hit the door.

"You're scared." His voice sounded like he was mocking me, but his eyes looked calm. I stomped up to him, nose to nose.

"Scared of fucking dying? Yes." Why wouldn't he leave?

"No. Of me…of this." He looked so pathetic.

"Of what." I was playing dumb.

His eyes were calm, even. He was thinking.

"This."

And he kissed me.

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