Disclaimer: I don't own DN ok?!

AN: So you can totally blame DioblicaJeevas for this mini-series... though I know this isnt quite what was in mind when I was asked to mush like 5 of my ideas into one fic... they just didn't mesh so I decided on drabble-like creations... That way we're all happy. :)

~Fingertips~

Mello slammed his keys on the table with a sigh. He hadn't been able to get back to the apartment for days thanks to those idiots he worked with. And yet it didn't seem like he had even left; the clothes were still piled up in the corner, the dishes still weren't done, and that fucking soda can was still on the damn table.

He was going to kill Matt.

Speaking of the redhead, where the hell was he? He was supposed to be watching camera feeds for the new assignment they had taken up.

The bathroom was open so he wasn't taking a shower, and he wasn't in the kitchen or the main room, nor in his bedroom. Mello stood with a hand on his hip in irritation, so where the fu-

He cocked his head to the side in confusion at the odd noise coming from his own bedroom; curious he walked to the end of the hallway and peered inside. His mouth dropped. "Matt what the fuck are you doing on my bed?!"

Matt looked up at the sound of his voice. "Erm...hi Mello?"

The redheads face was flushed, and his hand was wedged inside his tented boxers; his jeans and shirt nowhere to be seen. Mello could just make out the slight movement inside the cartoon print boxers and couldn't decide weather to be furious or amused that Matt hadn't ceased in his motions.

He settled on pissed off. "Hi'? Is that all you have to say while I find you jerking yourself off on my bed?!"

"Care to join?" Matt supplied with a small groan and Mello's eyes widened. What the hell was Matt talking about-

And Mello grinned suddenly. He knew what Matt was trying to do.

Matt expected him to get angry and storm off, leaving him to finish what he started or slink off back to his own room, either way he would avoid a confrontation until Mello had cooled off, but not this time. Matt was going to learn a lesson.

"Alright Matt." he told him smoothly as he sauntered over to the bed. And although he couldn't see Matt's eyes behind the goggles he knew there would be surprise in them. He was above Matt, straddling him, before the redhead had even had a chance to move.

Matt started to slide his hand away from his boxers but Mello stopped him and instead placed his own gloved hand over the smooth flesh and forced Matt to continue to stroke himself.

"Mello what-"

"Hush Matt. You started this." he whispered by his ear. He felt Matt shiver and smirked as he nipped at his jawbone.

His gloved hand warmed quickly and he didn't let himself stop to think on what he was doing to Matt and simply did it.

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It was as intoxicating as it was strange. He had never thought of Matt like that before, and perhaps he needed to sort through his feelings to figure everything out. But for the moment, he simply enjoyed it.

He ran his tongue across Matt's lips and smirked as they parted, eager for the hungry kiss that followed. Matt's eyes were closed, his hands tangled in Mello's hair as he accepted Mello's tongue into his mouth. Mello's gloved fingers ran along Matt's sides teasingly and he reveled in the shivers that sprung forth at his touch.

They were both a little breathless when the kiss finally ended and Mello leaned over to Matt's ear when he spoke in little more than a whisper.

"Make sure you change the fucking sheets when you finally get up." he gave the surprised redhead another quick kiss before he slid off the exhausted body and out of the room.

Whatever the hell he felt for Matt, things would definitely change around there. Mello licked at his smoke flavored lips and smirked.

Definitely for the better.

-End-