Mello: God, Ace, don't you have better things to do than annoy us, like finish Sherlock?
Ace: Yes. But too bad, 'cuz I enjoy torturing you two better than transcribing all the crap I already have.
Mello: I hate you.
Ace: I know.
Matt: Ace! Where's your Wii?
Ace: I ate it. (The boys stare at her in shock) Mwahahahaha!
Chapter One
Matt
I was really nervous, though I had no idea why. The only thing I had to do today was present a video for video journalism, but I was a whiz at computers. Mine took me all of three seconds last night to put together, mostly because I was out of ideas. I just threw something together on pets. Mello, on the other hand, didn't go to bed last night until I wrestled him in, and even then, I think he got back up after I'd fallen asleep in order to continue working. My proof? He went up to our room with me for our free period beforehand to take a nap instead of playing soccer. Now I had to wake him up before we were late, which was actually an ironic twist of our normal roles.
"Come on, Mells! Wake up! We're gonna be late!"
He groaned, rolling over. "Five more minutes."
"No, now!"
He balled up, fending off my poking sleepily. I sat back, wondering how the heck I was supposed to get him up. Well, a shock ought to work, right? "Mello, if you don't wake up right now, I will personally eat all of your chocolate!"
"Meh, you wouldn't be able to find it all," he mumbled.
"Want to try me?"
"Hey, if you want to get me more from the kitchen later, feel free."
I frowned. If he wouldn't wake up for chocolate, what would he wake up for? Hmmm.... maybe I could shock him outright. After all, he was a Catholic. I bet he'd have a problem if I kissed him.
Why the heck had I just thought that?!? I mean, yes, I liked Mello, but surely not in that way! Surely not! Probably not. Possibly not. Likely not. He was just my best friend, who I'd sleep with if I had a bad dream, who beat up anyone who got near me, who was the only one who knew my real name, who had told me his in return. My best friend who always looked to me when he needed help, who would rely on me to keep him from beating people into a pulp, who would let me tickle him and make him laugh. My best friend who would let me pick out what he wore, who would never get mad at me for going over him with my hands in a tickle fight, who never complained when I would crawl under the covers with him, who would always wrap his arms around me when I was scared or sad. My best friend who I watched carefully for nonexistent signs of affection towards others, who I would do anything for, anything at all, who I dreamt about every night-
Okay, whoa, back up here a minute! Yeah, I dreamt about him every night, but that did not mean I was gay. Right? Holy crap, yes it did! I was in love with my best friend. My best friend who was a guy, not to mention a devout Catholic who had to believe sodomy was wrong. Could my life be any more torturous?
In the end, I picked him up by his legs and dangled him over the couch. His shirt was falling down, and it was all I could do not to run my hands down his chest. And jerk his lips to mine. And let him rape me right here on the couch.
Holy shnitz, I needed therapy. Preferably not with Mello, otherwise I don't think we'd make it out of that office still virgins; his idea of therapy was to live vicariously until you got over it, which was the reason he wasn't allowed to be a mentor to small children or to the more traumatized kids who came here. He was all mine.
Jeez, I was such a sap if I took such pleasure in those few words, even if it didn't have the same connotations as I wanted it to. "Fine! I'm awake, I'm awake!" he yelped, though he didn't struggle the least little bit. I had no idea if it was confidence in me that kept him from doing anything to release himself or if he was simply too tired to argue with me. I smirked, gently letting him down shoulder first. He rolled off, a crazy whirlwind of black leather. Standing there, he looked like an angel.
Yeah, if angels wore tight leather and looked like they were sex toys on legs. Because that was what Mello looked like to me: a yummy sex toy on two legs, albeit the touchiest sex toy to ever show up on the face of the earth.
I realized I had been staring off into space while he'd been staring at me contemplatively. I didn't want him to figure out today's surprise, so I shook myself back to normal Matt. "Ready to go?" I asked, eager to get to class for once.
He grimaced, which was actually cute to me. Everyone else thought his grimaces were scary since they normally resulted in someone getting hurt, but I found them downright adorable. "As ready as I'll ever be," he grouched, taking my hand and dragging me along behind him. I snagged our projects, unwilling to leave them behind. Not today. Not when I had the perfect video presentation to his taste, one he would find hysterical and utterly annoying. I could not wait to see the look on his face when the video was finished.
Mello
Matt could be so pushy when he wanted to be. I had stayed up really late because I couldn't work properly on my old-fashioned slide show for video journalism. Not while I was having sacrilegious thoughts about my roommate.
Anyway, I was taking a nap during our free period, but he came in trying to wake me up. Said something about being late. As if I cared.
I groaned, rolling over. "Five more minutes."
"No, now!"
I balled up, fending off his poking sleepily. I just wanted to make up some of the sleep I had missed because of him last night. Couldn't he just let me sleep?
As if in answer, he yelled, "Mello, if you don't wake up right now, I will personally eat all of your chocolate!"
I thought about it for a moment. Or more specifically, how Matty'd look eating my chocolate. Let me tell you, it was actually pretty sexy. "Meh, you wouldn't be able to find it all," I mumbled, unwilling to admit the real reason why I didn't care if I woke up to find all of my chocolate gone..
"Want to try me?" he challenged, making me want to say yes right there and then. To drag him to me and kiss him hard on the lips. To pull him onto the bed with me and rape him right now, school be damned.
"Hey, if you want to get me more from the kitchen later, feel free," I muttered, keeping my face hidden so that he couldn't pick up on my blush from my thoughts. I was gonna burn in Hell for what I did or more specifically, would inadvertently end up doing, to my poor little unsuspecting Matty.
He was quiet for a while, which got me worried. Did he suspect? Did he suspect that I wanted to do all sorts of things to him, things I didn't think he'd particularly enjoy. I wanted to steal chocolate from his mouth, to rip his clothes off, to-
I stopped those thoughts right in their tracks with a force of effort. Matt had a lot of insight into my mind, and I didn't want him seeing those particular thoughts right now. Unfortunately, I came back just in time for him to grab me by my ankles and drag me upright. I was so glad he couldn't see my head because I was flushing bright red. My shirt came down around my arms, and I wished my pants would too. I wanted to feel his hands on my skin.
He held me over the couch, dangling me so that if he dropped me, I would only land on the cushions instead of the hard wood floor. His shirt was riding up, showing me a nice glimpse of his stomach. I wanted to run my fingers over it so bad, but I repressed the urge. No sodomy. It was a sin. And I may be sinful by nature, but I refuse to let Matty sin too, not for me.
"Fine! I'm awake, I'm awake!" I yelped, having trouble resisting the soul-deep urge to rape my best friend right here on this couch. He grinned, completely unaware of the effect he had on me, and dropped me onto the cushions shoulder first.
I landed softly and rolled off in a blur of black leather. Matt had a strange look on his face, but he shook it away when he saw I'd noticed. "Ready to go?"
I grimaced. "As ready as I'll ever be," I grouched, taking his hand and dragging him along behind me while he snagged our projects. I nearly growled at my forgetfulness. How could I have possibly forgotten about the project I had spent all my time on last night, the one I had had such a hard time making while my thoughts had centered on Matt. And the bed, I couldn't leave out the bed. Or myself.
Like I said, I'm a dirty sinner, and I'm going to go to Hell one of these days. I'm just going to do my best to keep my dear Matty out, even if I have to suffer for the rest of my life. He was just too precious to me to let him burn there forever, like I would. I would burn for him, for my sinful love of my best friend.
Mello: Nice job Ace. You make me sound like an ADD school-girl wanting to have sex with her boyfriend.
Ace: But aren't you?
Mello: Yes, but that's not the point.
Matt: I couldn't find it upstairs..., and what did I miss?
Mello: Nothing.
Ace: SEX! (Everyone stares at her) Okay, now that I have your attention, I'd like to talk about two or three important things. First, I do not own Death Note, otherwise everyone would've made it out alive. Except Misa. Yeah, she's gotta go. Second, I am sorry for anyone I may or may not offend with this story. Don't like it, don't read it. Don't take it out on me, 'kay? Finally, let's get to reviews.
Matt and Mello: Oh Lord. You're in for it now, folks.
Ace: (deep breath in) Please-review-since-those-reviews-help-me-help-Matt-and-Mello-get-good-grades-on-their-projects-and-may-result-in-them-not-dying-alone-in-some-deep-dark-pit-somewhere-as-a result-of-a-rabid-wolverine-attack. (breathes hard)
Mello and Matt: What have we gotten ourselves into?