Alpha Dog here!! Sup? Well this is my first story and I expect reviews. Enjoy my Matt and Mello thing!!

Normal POV

"And now! Our most famous male skater since Johnny Weir, Mello Keehl!!" Said the announcer as Mello skated his way to the center of the ice. The smirk on his face was as obvious as the leather vest and pants he wore. His ice skates also a black color. Eyeliner traced just below his eyes as he looked at his audience. They were cheering his name and screaming.

"Mello Keehl. His name says it all. One of the most gifted skaters in the Olympics this year. And the song he is skating to is Poker Face by Lady Gaga!" Everyone cheered. The beat came over as Mello was on the ice. His legs spread apart and his hand at the empty gun holster.

Mum mum mum mah

Mello's head rose oh-so-slowly as the words came from the speakers.

Mum mum mum mah

The beat became frantic as Mello's head snapped up and his arms moved above his head. He connected his hands as the beat grew faster. His arms rotated in front of him.

Mum mum mum mah

Mello smirked evilly and knelt on the ice. His knees unaware of its usual coldness because of the leather.

Mum mum mum mah

His eyes searched the crowd for his boyfriend. When he spotted the sheep, he moved his knees back and forth with his hips thrusting out.

Mum mum mum mah

Mello rose quickly and started to skate backwards.

I wanna hold'em like they do in Texas please. Fold'em let'em hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it)

Mello started to sway his hips as he bent forward to touch the ice with his leather gloved hand. "Look at him go! He really knows how to get the crowd going!" Said the announcer. \

Love game intuition play the cards with Spades to start. And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart.

Mello stood and turned so he was going forward.

Oh oh oh oh ohhhh ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh I'll get'em hot show him what I've got(Twice)As soon as the words ended and the beat met a stopping point then Mello did a double axel and landed perfectly when the next verse played. Everyone cheered.

Can't read my! Can't read my! No he can't read my poker face. [She's got me like nobody]

Mello started to dance as he skated all the while watching Near's face turn a red color.

Can't read my! Can't read my! No he can't read my poker face. [She's got me like nobody]

Mello started to twirl and brought up his right leg. He twirled on his left while his other leg was held up but his hands. Then he came undone.

P-p-p-poker face P-p-p-poker face [Mum mum mum mah] P-p-p-poker face P-p-p-poker face [Mum mum mum mah]

The mix he made ended with him in a victorious stance. Everyone cheered and threw roses and bouquets at him. He skated off and headed off to be interviewed.

"Mello, what was your childhood like?!"

"How did you get the scar that everyone thinks is sexy?!" Mello put his hand up.

"I was in an orphanage called Whammy's. My parents had died when I was three. I was adopted by the famous ice skating trainer L. Lawliet. As for the scar… I was in a fire sometime ago. My boyfriend thinks it's badass."

"Does that mean your gay?" asked a man reporter. Mello's blonde eyebrow rose.

"Got a problem with that?" he retorted. The reported shook his head.

"And the score Mello Keehl got was: 6.5, 7, 5.5, 7, 6.5, and 6." Came the announcer's voice. Mello cheered at his awesome scores.

"Next up is Matt Jeevas. Another talented male skater that is from Spain. He will be skating to the song Bad Romance by Lady Gaga. Matt just so happens to be a rookie in this year's Olympics." A red head appeared on the ice skating rink. He wore a long sleeve stripped shirt that went over tight skinny jeans. Orange tinted goggles hung from his neck. He pulled them off and put them over his eyes. It was quiet because no one knew him. He stood straight with his hands in his pockets. Then the music started.

Rah rah ah ah ah ah! Ruhma ruhma ma maa! Ga ga ooh la la! Want your bad romance!

Matt started to strut on the tip of the blade slowly.

Rah rah ah ah ah ah! Ruhma ruhma ma maa! Ga ga ooh la la! Want your bad romance!

Matt then stopped and started to thrust his hips to the beat.

I want your ugly I want your disease… I want your everything as long as its free!

Matt started to skate around the rink backwards. Then he skated forward.

I want your love [Love love love I want your love]

Then he threw his body on the ground with his knees bent beneath him as he slide along the ice. He quickly got up and spun around.

I want your drama. The touch of your hand…I want your leather studded kiss in the sand!

Mello tensed at the leather part. Matt ran his hand up his chest in a teasing way and started to do a belly dancing movement with his stomach (Much like Shakira).

I want your love [Love love love I want your love!]

Matt started to move his shoulder back in a circle motion as the word Love was sang. He paused and started to move slowly.

You know that I want you and you know that I need you… I want it bad. Bad romance.

He was moving his hand along his face while the other went to his covered manhood. As soon as it said romance he thrust into his hand, making every girl in the audience scream in delight. Mello couldn't help but be aroused by the sight of someone a little younger then him do something more intimate then him.

I want your love and I want your revenge… You and me could write a bad romance.

Matt started to dance as he skated further towards the wall near the judges. His movements fluid and graceful.

[Oh oh oh oh oooooh!] I want your love and all your lovers' revenge. You and me could write a bad romance!

Matt then grabbed the wall and climbed up onto it. He flipped backwards off the wall and landed in a crouch on the ice.

Oh oh oh oh ooooh! Oh oh oooh oh oh oh oh Caught in a bad romance!

Matt stood and moved super fast around the rink until he had enough momentum and started to twist and stepped using the tip of the blade to his skates. He stopped.

Oh oh oh oh ooooh! Oh oh oooh oh oh oh oh Caught in a bad romance!

He started to dance again.

Rah rah ah ah ah ah! Ruhma ruhma ma maa! Ga ga ooh la la! Want your bad romance!

(I am not typing the whole songs!!) Matt moved his hips as the music went slow.

Walk, walk. Fashion baby work it move that bitch crazy.

Matt started to strut again. His legs moved in time with the song.

Walk, walk. Passion baby work it I'm a freak bitch baby.

He stopped and moved his arms like he was in water.

I want your love and I want your revenge… I want your love. I don't wanna be friends.

He looked sad as if he were to cry as he kept moving with the slow part of the song.

J'veux ton amour. Et je veux ton revenge… J'veux ton amour I don't wanna be friends!

Matt fell to his knees and acted as if he were crying. Mello was impressed by the boy's acting talent.

[Oh oh oh oh ooooh] I don't wanna be friends! [Caught in a bad romance]

Matt looked like he was screaming at god. Mello gave a disapproving stare. He was Christian.

I don't wanna be friends. Oh oh oh oh ooooh…WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE…WANT YOUR BAD ROMANCE!!

Matt stood and started to thrust his hips again.

Rah rah ah ah ah ah! Ruhma ruhma ma maa! Ga ga ooh la la! Want your bad romance!

The song ended. Matt was breathing heavily from exertion. He skated off, picking up on of the many roses that were thrown to him when he had finished.

"That was the sexiest thing from a nineteen year old I have ever seen!" One of the reporters said. Matt ignored him.

"Matt! What was it like when you first started to skate?" Came a question from a woman reporter. He turned to her with an indifferent expression.

"It was out of sadness and hatred."

"Why was it out of those two qualities?" came another question. Matt didn't smile. It was like his sprit was ripped out of him.

"I was abused when I lived with my parents. Went to an orphanage at the age of five and was adopted by a man named Marc. I took up his last name and I've always lived up to his expectations."

"What were his expectations?"

"To stay out of the way and become famous. It didn't matter how as long as I did." Matt was really starting to bum Mello out.

"Hey! I'm important too ya know!" Mello shouted, gaining their attention. Matt's eyes lit up with interest.

"Your Mello Keehl. You were the reason I chose ice skating. Otherwise, I wouldn't have thought about such a gay sport." Mello's eyebrow twitched.

"Is that an insult?" Mello asked his voice dangerous. Matt smiled.

"Nah. I'm gay too. Don't get all girly on everyone." Mello clenched his fists.

"Girly?" Matt rolled his eyes and walked off.

"Matt Jeevas's score was: 6.5, 7, 5.5, 7, 6.5, and 6. Same score as Mello! Amazing!" The announcer's voice rang. Mello grew angry that a nineteen year old got the same score as him. Matt was talking to a tall brown haired man. Matt nodded and turned away. He walked away and past Mello. His eyes were sad and hurt. Mello watched him leave and left to find Near somewhere at the entrance.

"You did great!" Came the monotone voice that Mello thought he had loved.

"Yeah whatever." Near figured it was because that Matt kid had the same score. No. Near was very wrong. Mello was having a hard time getting the red head out of his thoughts.