Disclaimer: Death Note does not belong to me...neither does Nintendo DS

Warning: Yaoi (meaning boys being naughty together), language, and references to sex

A/N: written to Crazy Bitch by Buckcherry

Crazy

Matt sat up in bed, sheets pooling around his waist. He hissed when the air hit his back. Turning as much as possible, he tried to see why it hurt so bad. Something caught his eye, but he couldn't really see. So, standing and finding his boxers, he made his way to the bathroom.

The harsh lights of the room made him squint and he longed for his tinted goggles that sat in the bedroom beside his DS. After blinking, his eyes became used to the change and he approached the mirror. With some maneuvering that served nothing more than injuring him further, he looked at his back in the mirror.

It looked like he had been mauled by a cat or something. Long red scratches ran the length of his back, crossing in sections and still bleeding in others. "Damn it, Mello."

Sighing, he stepped back out of his boxers and into the shower, twisting the knobs until slightly warm water hit his spine. He sucked in some air between his teeth at the feeling. "I should be used to this." He said to no one in particular.

Back in the bedroom, Mello groaned awake, the sound of the shower disturbing his sleep. "Goddamn it!" He sat up, cringing at the pain shooting from his lower back but ignoring it for the most part. "I'm trying to fucking sleep!"

The shower's faucet creaked shut and within a few minutes Matt stepped out of the bathroom, towel around his waist and hair dripping wet. "Yeah well, this..." He turned and pointed to his back. "...woke me up."

Mello stood to his knees, not even bothering to hide himself, and crawled over to where Matt was by the edge of the bed. He used the red-head's shoulders to balance himself and licked at the wounds. "But you know you liked it."

Matt shivered. "Shut the hell up."

Mello wrapped his arms around Matt and pulled him backward, moving so he wouldn't be the one Matt landed on. "Come back to bed."

Matt looked up at Mello, the blonde's hair tickling his cheeks. "My back hurts."

"So?" Mello grinned. "You know you like the way I fuck you."

Matt lit up, his face turning red. "Shut up." And he pulled the blond down to his level. "It's my turn, bitch."