Death Note Fanfiction

Yaoi drabble

Sweet Taste of Chocolate

Rating; PG-13 (Iunno, I've never actually rated something before)

Pairing; Mello x Matt

By; Dea-Sama (Saimai-Sama)

Author's Notes;

My first official BL fic! And I'm so damn proud of it! Anyways, the concept for this drabble came to me in a really fucked up dream ;;;

(check my blog; psychoticnya. for more details about it. It's in the post named 'Etcetera')

Please enjoy!

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"What took you so fucking long?" Matt snaps, looking up from his PSP, at the swiftly approaching leather-clad man.

"The vending machine over there didn't have chocolate," Mello replies, taking a bite from his bar. "had to go look for one that did."

Matt looks at Mello, who takes another bite, before getting up from the bench he was sitting on (his PSP tucked away safely in his jacket pocket). Mello watches him closely, wondering what could possibly be on his roommate's mind.

The hacker places his orange goggles over his head while leaning down to take a huge chunk out of Mello's chocolate bar before looking up at his psychotic partner. Matt grins up at him.

"Asshole, that was MY chocolate!" he snaps, angry.

Matt smirks.

"You want it back? Then come and get it." The gamer says, teasingly, revealing the melting chocolate in his mouth. (I found this so incredibly HOT somehow …)

Mello growls angrily, and for a second leading Matt to believe Mello wasn't going to follow his play. Once the hacker started retreating, Mello made his move; he promptly grabs Matt back and forces his lips on his. (Anyone mind drawing this scene?)

"Hn," Matt moans. (Much to Mello's pleasure)

The chocolate addict grins and slips his tongue into Matt's mouth; the sudden taste of chocolate, tobacco and Matt overwhelming him. The hacker's moans filling the air as Mello slowly and playfully licked up all the melting chocolate from his lover's mouth. (Yum)

"Mine." Mello whispers into Matt's ear possessively, releasing him gradually from his grip.

Matt grins and sits back down onto the bench. Mello joins him and occupies the space beside the hacker, a mischievous smile dressed on his scarred face as he finishes his remaining chocolate. Matt raises a brow.

Was Mello talking about the chocolate?

Or

… was he talking about him?

END