A/N: This is a hurt/comfort piece that I wrote in about ten minutes. I was looking at some forums discussing whether Matt or Mello is seme. Someone said they liked to see the sensitive side of both, someone else mentioned Mello's always being in second, and I got a little idea that wouldn't leave me alone. Enjoy! Xoxo Luna
Matt glanced up for a nanosecond as Mello burst into their shared room (chocolate in tow, as usual) and slammed the door.
"What's up?"
"I'm placed second," Mello said, eyes watering. "Again. Half a damn point." And Matt put away the game. Only for you, he had once said. And only when it's important.
"That sucks. It really does."
"That's not making me feel better, Matty," Mello pouted. Matt nodded and extended a hand to the blond. Said blond sat on the loveseat next to his ginger, who hugged Mello tight to his chest.
"Mells," Matt said, "do you know something?"
"Yeah," Mello replied bitterly, "I'm always going to be stupid second place."
"What I was going to say was this: whatever place you get- whether it's first, second, or last- doesn't matter to me. Do you know why?"
"No," Mello said.
"It's because I love you. Unconditionally. That means that I will love you through thick and thin, whether you are L or some bum on the street. I will love you no matter what happens." And Mello's tears started pouring out. They spilled out of his blue eyes, down his face, and then onto Matt's shirt. The sheer volume of tears told that he had been holding them back for a while. Possibly even since the last grade posting.
"I love you too, Matty," Mello sniffed. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me." He burrowed his head into Matt's shirt and clung to him as if he would disappear.
"Mello…"
"What?"
"You're perfect and beautiful and I couldn't ask for better." This made Mello cry even harder.
"I love you so much, Matt. I'm not even saying this because I'm as good as drunk on misery and crying in your arms. I love you more than anyone could ever comprehend. You're my everything." As a reply, Matt kissed him. Softly and sweetly, the taste of chocolate mingling with salty tears, and lasting but a few seconds.
"Oh, Matt-kun. That's a pity kiss and you know it."
"And?"
"Kiss me again. For real."
A/N: Squeeee! Make sure to R&R- and lend me your spare plot bunnies!
