A/N: Wow, this turned out a lot longer than I thought it would!! Annnnnd, I really love it. Like, a lot. It's an idea I've had in the back of my head for a while...lemme know what you think! Reviews are better than chocolate chip cookies to me, and chocolate chip cookies...those are some good stuff.

Chocolate Cigarettes

Matt leaned on the counter of the little gas station convenience store, eyeing the selection of cigarettes skeptically. He was getting bored of his old stand-by brand, and was kind of looking to try something new. He knew that he'd better hurry; Mello was waiting for him back in the apartment, and that code wasn't hacking itself. His eyes roamed over low-nicotine, slims, everything…and then he saw it. A single pack of cigarettes, almost hidden in the bottom-most corner of the display. It seemed too perfect to be true. Matt allowed himself a conceited smile. Oh, he just won the game.

He loved games of all kinds, and Matt had been playing this particular game with himself for a good portion of his life. The name of it was "Make Mello Kiss Matt (a.k.a. me)". He'd had a crush on his best friend for as long as he could remember, but Mello had never seemed to reciprocate his feelings. Matt secretly suspected that Mello was just afraid of questioning his sexuality, and given the right motivation, would fall willingly into Matt's open arms.

Oh, there was no question that Matt had tried to find that motivation over the years. He'd sucked on sticks of chocolate pocky, 'accidentally' tripped and landed on top of Mello, allowing his lips to graze the other boy's suggestively, hell, he'd even purposefully spilled chocolate syrup all over himself. And while Matt could have sworn that on several occasions Mello had stared at him with glazed over eyes, or at least had the decency to blush, he'd never gotten the blond to give in and kiss him.

But this…this was going to work. Matt allowed himself to indulge in fantasies of leather clad legs pressed against his own, of running his lips seductively along Mello's sexy, sexy scar, following its trail down his neck to his chest…Mmmm, delicious. His steps quickened as he approached the apartment building, and he could hardly contain his excitement as he pushed open the door to his and Mello's hideout.

It took all of Matt's willpower to take it slow. He had to play this right if he was going to finally win his little game, and that meant building up the tension. Quickly determining that Mello was sprawled out on their tattered orange couch, clacking away at some computer program, Matt called out a quick greeting, getting a non-committal grunt in reply. He snaked his way around a myriad of cords tangled on the floor until he made it to their shared bedroom, which, to his disappointment, had two of everything, including beds.

Now, to start The Plan. Matt rifled through his dresser, choosing his most flattering striped shirt and a pair of jeans that were almost too ripped to be considered decent. Then, for one of the few times in his life, Matt turned his attention to his reflection in the dim little mirror hung on the back of the bedroom door. He took a couple of seconds to adjust his goggles on the top of his head, making sure his hair would fall into his eyes just enough to be enticing. Stashing the key to his success in his back pocket, Matt gave his reflection a final, confident smile, and sauntered out into the living room for Phase 1 of The Plan.

Mello was still on the couch, and seemed to be entirely absorbed by whatever he was doing on the computer. Well, Matt would just have to change that. He leaned over the back of the hideously 80's style sofa, lowering his mouth until his lips almost grazed the shell of Mello's ear. His breath made fine blond hair flutter as he whispered, voice low and husky, "Miss me, Mel?".

Mello dragged his eyes away from the computer to glance up at Matt with a mixture of apathy and annoyance, but Matt thought he might have detected a light blush, and there was a hitch in Mello's voice when he spoke. "You were only gone for 20 minutes, and it shouldn't have taken you that long. Was it really so hard choosing cigarettes?" "Mmm, I got a new kind." Mello made an uninterested noise in the back of his throat, turning his attention back to his computer. Time for Phase 2.

Matt lifted one long leg, the rips in his jeans protesting as he climbed over the back of the couch and settled down next to Mello, a little too close for formality's sake. He leaned over, invading Mello's personal bubble as he feigned interest in the computer program Mello was working on. It could have been his imagination, but even though Mello pretended to ignore him, there seemed to be a thin sheet of sweat forming on Mello's upper lip, a sure sign that he was nervous.

Abruptly pulling back, Matt turned so that he could lean his back against Mello's side and stretch his legs out on the couch. He could feel Mello tense up, the leather he was wearing squeaking a little as his muscles clenched. Oh yeah, the game was in the bag. Matt considered that he might not even need his secret weapon, but it was way too much fun to not use. Plus, as any gamer worth their salt knows, there is no kill like overkill.

So, with that in mind, Matt initiated Phase 3, shifting enough to pull his cigarettes out of his pocket. His chocolate flavored cigarettes. Mello didn't stand a chance.

Normally, Mello would never let Matt get away with smoking in the apartment, but he figured that this would be an exception. Fishing out his lighter, Matt flicked the tiny flame to life, touching it to the end of the cigarette balanced precariously on his lips. He inhaled, and had to admit that these cigarettes really did taste like chocolate. Huh.

Right on cue, Mello twisted around with a scowl on his face. "Matt, I thought we agreed that you wouldn't smoke in the apartment if I'd eat something not chocolate for one meal a day. I've kept up my end of the deal, so why…" Mello cut off abruptly as Matt exhaled, blowing chocolate scented smoke straight into Mello's face. He knew that in the days of old Hollywood, it had been considered very glamorous and sexy to blow cigarette smoke into someone's face. Matt had always been dubious about that, but looking at Mello that very second, he changed his mind.

Matt had made sure to aim low, so he wouldn't get smoke in Mello's eyes, eyes that were now as round as saucers, bright and alive and…lusty? Mello's mouth was hanging open just a bit, and his tongue darted out to moisten his lips, tasting the chocolate smoke that lingered in the air. The overall effect just screamed 'kiss me, damn it!!', and Matt was quickly losing control. He'd always intended to make Mello kiss him first, but if Mello kept looking at him like that…he wasn't sure he could restrain himself.

Just as Matt was about to give in, toss his cigarette haphazardly aside and ravish Mello for all he was worth, the other boy spoke up. "Matt" he said shakily, "is that a…chocolate cigarette?" "Yeah" Matt answered simply, not trusting his voice with anything more complicated. Then he had an idea. "Want a taste?" Mello looked at him as if he'd grown another head. "Matt, you know I don't smoke." "Yeah, well, that wasn't quite what I had in mind". Mello looked confused, his eyebrows coming together and his nose wrinkling up a little. He was so damned cute… "Then what are you suggesting?" Mello intoned, and Matt could swear that he leaned forward just a little, and the lusty look returned to his eyes. Matt blew out another breath of chocolatey smoke and this time Mello inhaled deeply moaning a little in satisfaction. Aww, screw it all.

Matt reached his hand up to his lips, plucking the cigarette from them and throwing it carelessly across the room. Mello started to complain about his treatment of their apartment, but quickly ceased when Matt's fingers skimmed up either side of his face, working their way back behind his ears, threading through his hair and locking at the nape of his neck. Mello's eyelids had dropped half-way, and Matt was close enough to feel his breath when he asked "Matt? What're you.."

Matt smiled. "Giving you a taste". And with that, the wait was over. Years of watching Mello saunter around in exceedingly suggestive leather pants, licking chocolate from the corners of his mouth, running fingers nervously through corn-silk blond hair, all culminated in this one moment as Matt pushed past the last few curls of chocolate smoke and gently but firmly pressed his lips to Mello's. It was a kiss full of longing, love mixed with doubt and hope. Within moments he felt Mello relax, letting out a soft pleased noise and reaching around to link his hands behind Matt's back. Mello's lips started to move against Matt's own, seductive and slow, making Matt's blood boil with desire. He lost all control, pushing up against Mello as close as he could, frantically deepening the kiss and urging Mello to be faster, harder, hotter. Mello did not disappoint, tightening his hold on Matt and opening his mouth, easily making the transition to French kissing. Matt would have to remember to thank the French sometime.

Well, he may have lost the game this time, Matt managed to think as he pushed Mello back to lay flush with the couch, running his hands up Mello's slim sides as he lowered himself to lay on top of the other boy, but this was just one battle, and he would win the war. Matt smiled into Mello's lips as he thought of all the ways he'd been saving up to make Mello to kiss him. Oh no, the game was not over yet.