Matt hated when Mello would do this. They'd fight, Mello would kick him out, Matt would stay out for about an hour, then go crawling back to Mello. Not this time. He was sick of Mello's bullshit. So now he was walking through the streets, on a rainy night. Eyes cast downward, his goggles protecting them from the wetness of the rain. He was about to walk into a motel, but then realized something. He needed his money. It was back with Mello. He needed his clothes, those were with Mello also. He had his cigarettes but he needed his video games...and those were with Mello. Groaning he turned and began to head back. He hated that boy and the moment.
Mello was sitting peacefully on the couch in the old apartment, eating chocolate. He snapped a piece off with his teeth. He knew Matt hated it. So he thought now would be the chance to do it. He knew damn well Matt would be in that door any second, begging for Mello to take him back. Mello would do so then the two would make love. It was their simple routine really. It was Mello's way, and he loved it. Hearing the front door open, Mello put down his chocolate bar and stood with his arms crossed over his chest. There was Matt. Hair wet and dripping, his clothes clinging to his body. "Dammit..." Mello thought. He was already getting hard. He knew Matt could see this, so he stood then with a smirk, waiting for Matt to be on his knees. He was shocked though, when Matt closed the door, and walked past Mello. His blue eyes widened. "What the hell..." Walking after Matt he was devastated at what he saw. Matt, packing all of his things in a bag, this meant he was leaving. "What the hell are you doing?" Mello asked. Matt kept packing and made no eye contact. "I'm getting my things, so I can leave." Mello stepped closer, not believing what he was hearing. "No you're not." he spoke. Matt shrugged. "That's what you think." he spoke before standing, and walking out of the room. Mello followed. Before Matt was about to leave out of the door, Mello grabbed him. "You're not leaving, you never left before." "Because i was an idiot before. You don't love me. If you did, you wouldn't do this to me everyday." Mello tightened his grip on the boys arm. "I do love you." he spoke softly. Matt turned and dropped his bag. 'Then prove it." he spoke seductively. Mello blushed and looked down. Letting go of Matt's arm, he dropped to his knees and unzipped Matt's fly. As soon as Matt felt that, he smirked. tonight, he knew Mello would be the one begging.
