A/N: Happy Valentine's Day everyone! I know I haven't posted anything in a while but I want you to know that I'm not dead and I hope you enjoy this little one shot. Hasn't been edited, so please excuse any grammar errors


I hurry down the street, nervous, like the people passing me up can tell that I just did something wrong. Calm down Matt! Keep it together. It's not like I did anything illegal. Heck, I hadn't even technically done anything. Yet…

How did this idea get in my head anyway? A normal shopping trip was turned into an evil plot by one, one, impulse buy and now I felt like a criminal. I needed to relax, I didn't have to go through with it, and nothing was set in stone.

It was just Valentine's Day brownies for Christ sakes! Brownie mix, chocolate chips, fudge icing, and chocolate sprinkles. Oh, and the one little secret ingredient I'd bought from a vender in China town on my way back to the apartment. When I'd seen the label "aphrodisiac" I'd thought 'sure, I could use a good lay.' And then looking from the brownie mix to the small brown bottle in my hand I'd realized that this tiny bit of substance could not only get me laid tonight, but had the power to possibly get me the one person I'd been desperate for since hitting puberty.

That's right, I might have the chance to get Mello into bed. My gay best friend whom I'd never been able to make a move on for fear of being rejected wouldn't know what hit him. Even as I formulated the plan I'd known it was wrong. It was the equivalent of date rape, except instead of passed out he would be begging for it. Or at least, he would if this stuff worked.

I got home two hours before him as planned, plenty of time to make the chocolate lover's dream dessert and let it cool. Mixing the ingredients had my heart pumping and when I looked down at the unintimidating bottle my second thoughts came pounding back full force. This was it, the moment I decided what to do. Quickly before I could change my mind, I uncorked it and tipped in half the tiny bottle. Too late to turn back now. It wasn't very much though and I wondered if it would be enough to have any effect. How strong could it be? Shrugging my shoulders, I upturned the bottle and mixed in every drop.

All I had to do was wait for them to finish baking and set them on the counter. Twenty minutes later they were iced and ready on the kitchen counter. I went thought my mental checklist. Brownies? Check. Clean kitchen? Check. Shower? Not check. I looked at the clock and decided I had enough time to get cleaned up before Mello got home so I made a mad dash for my room to grab some clothes then hopped into the shower.

It wasn't until I turned off the shower that I hear him walking across the floor in his boots. Mello must have gotten home a little early. I towel dried my hair and pulled on jeans and a stripped shirt before going to the kitchen to surprise him. I was the one surprised though to see him already on his second brownie.

"Erm, surprise? I thought maybe you could use a Valentine pick-me-up."

Mello only nodded, his mouth full of chocolate. "Mwik?"

I laughed and turned to rummage out the milk like he asked, having to move things to get to the back of the fridge. I pulled a cup out of the cabinet and poured a glass, putting the milk away before turning. I almost dropped the glass when I looked at him again. His eyes were watching me intently, only half open and taking in every inch of me. I visibly swallowed as his tongue came out to slowly lick a bit of icing that was stuck to his lip.

Still acting strangely, he sashayed across the kitchen to place a hand on my chest. "Matt, come here. I have something to show you." His voice was different, lower maybe, but I was entranced by what was happening. Obedient, I followed him to his bedroom where he quickly shut the door and pulled me to the bed. I was left standing beside it as he hopped up and scooted back against the pillows.

"Matty, why don't you come over here?" one of his hands was trailing down his front. He'd never called me by a nickname before, not even when we were kids and I knew it couldn't be good. When I didn't move he leaned forward and pulled me onto him, giving a small moan as he wrapped his arms around my neck.

"Don't you want to play?" He was pouting now, and being very un-Mello-like. I was beginning to have major second thoughts as to what I was getting myself into and I quickly tried to pull away.

"M-Mello, I um-" Before I could answer he was out from under me and against the headboard again. He was flushed and his breathing heavy, making him look even hotter. He took off his vest and placed two fingers at his lips before slowing beginning to lick them. What he did next had my eyes fluttering shut in need, not wanting to watch as his hand trialed down to his already pert nipple and begin playing with it. He let out breathy moans and barely heard whines as he did, tempting me even further.

I was breathing almost as hard as he was by the time he was through and half hard, though I tried to hide it. Stretching his body out on the bed, he began taking off his leather next. He pulled at the strings ever so slowly, waiting for me to make the next move. When all I could do was sit and watch, he took them off himself. Completely naked, he did something I almost moaned out loud at. Mello reslicked his fingers let them trail down his body and ghost over his erect member. They stopped at his entrance, his lean legs spread out in front of me. I was about to run for it as he began fingering himself but his moan caught my attention.

No… no he wouldn't. But there was no mistaking it. He was moaning my name, wishing it were me and not his fingers. When I heard a tiny "Matt, please" I lost all control and threw myself over him, kissing his lips as hard as I could and tasting blood. His hands were all over me now, stroking and trying to strip me as naked as he was. When my pants were off I ground against his hips, making him moan loudly.

"Is this what you want Mello?" If I was going to do this, I wanted to do it right.

He whimpered and gasped in my ear as he removed the last of my clothing and pressed himself tightly against me. I placed two fingers at his mouth, knowing he knew what to do and felt myself become fully hard as he sucked and lapped at my fingers. Before I could turn back my first finger was inside him and he moaned. With each addition there was a little more pain but he was flying so high I don't think he felt it as badly.

"Mm, are you ready for me to take you?"

The way he was moaning and gasping "yes, yes" just made me want to tease him more so I kissed him and whispered again.

"Then lube me up baby." I sat up and pulled him up as well before motioning what he should do. He understood immediately and leaned in, ass in the air to begin sucking on me. Within a few minutes he was deep throating me and I continued to prepare his entrance. My other hand gripped and squeezed his perfect ass before I made him stop and lay back down. I didn't want to come just yet. He was begging for me as I thrust into him for the first time. Nothing could stop me from taking him hard and fast and he didn't want it any other way. I guess with all the aphrodisiac I put in, he was feeling no pain.

Again and again I thrust until we were both shouting in pleasure. When I finished inside him I was calling his name and he came soon after me. The look on his face didn't go away though and I soon found myself locked in a fierce kiss. He quickly became hard again as I stroked his heated skin and nibbled anywhere I could find. I did the same as I felt his body squirming beneath mine. I almost couldn't believe what was happening as I looked down at Mello's face, begging for sex. My sex. The second time I actually made him scream in pleasure as I pounded into him as hard as I could.

I had thought it was over but we decided to take a shower and I soon found out just how strong my little concoctions had been. Mello became hard a third time as I lathered him up and I couldn't resist taking him in my hand and stroking him softly and teasing him. Mello had his head thrown back against the shower wall and his face was contorted in pure bliss. Lips slightly parted and eyes tightly closed, he was more vulnerable than I'd ever known him. He shivered as I gripped him tightly and made him orgasm for the third time that night. The face he made as he called my name was the most erotic I'd ever seen and as we dried off and collapsed into bed, I couldn't help but wonder what tomorrow would have in store for me.