A/N: I found this sucker buried in my files so I figured, hey, why not get it somewhere so it doesn't take up my space.
Mello awoke in the middle of the night, exhausted and heavy, and glared up at the darkened ceiling. Judging by the trajectory of the shadows (and maybe just a little by the neon numbers on the alarm clock), the moon was probably still high in the sky. He was used to early, but this was pushing it. And Mello was not pleased.
Just as he was about to chalk it up to his study-driven, bizarre sleeping pattern, and going 4 full hours without the taste of chocolate, he heard a sound from the other side of the room. A murmur came from his roommate.
From the sound of it, Matt was having one of those dreams. The kind that usually resulted in moans, sweat, a change of sheets, and awkward conversations in the morning. Again. Really, it was a wonder that a thirteen year-old boy could be so sexually driven, let alone contain it so well (though around Mello, the words "contained" and "well" were used loosely). So, out of pure curiosity-and for blackmail purposes-Mello lithely launched himself out of bed and landed, with the grace and silence of a cat, on socked feet on the other side of the room. The blond poised himself over the second bed in such a way that the redhead surely would frighten if he were to wake, but as he slept, Mello would be able to hear his-whoever's name was spoken/moaned… Okay, Mello's name. He knew he was desirable. There was no way Matt hadn't been effected by his subtle-sexy actions towards him as of late, simply no way.
So Mello paused his breathing for just a moment and listened.
"…A heart so true… courage will… pull us through… you teach me and I'll… teach you… Pokemon…"
Well. While Mello would like to be pleased (pissed) that the Pokemon theme song was evidence that Matt was definitely not having sexy Mello-related dreams, Matt singing in his sleep (off-tune though he was, even in unconsciousness) was undeniably and utterly adorable, so he flicked his roommate in the back of the skull for being an idiot and strolled back to his own bed, feeling awkwardly fuzzy inside. Sleep came quickly.