A/N: I decided to write an AN now! Well, this is my first ever multi chapter fic so I hope you enjoy it. Its started as a gift for my girlfriend, but other people I got to edit it for me kept on threatening me with death if I didn't write more =_=

I won't get too explicit with this one (at least not for awhile) so I'll keep at rated T for now. In the mean how, enjoy!

Songs for this chapter:

I Want You – Savage Garden

Iris – Goo Goo Dolls (for people who wanna be sappy and fluffy)

P.D.A.

Public Displays of Affection

Chapter 1

'Anytime I need to see your face I just close my eyes

And I am taken to a place

Where your crystal minds and magenta feelings

Take up shelter in the base of my spine'

You never would've guessed it, but Mello hated open shows of affection. It made his stomach churn and made him feel uncomfortable. He would often squirm, wiggle, hit, shout or growl when ever someone wanted to give him love.

Matt, on the other hand, couldn't get enough of it. You would often find him rolling over onto his back like a puppy (hence his nickname) just for a pat on the head, ruffle of his hair, a hug or even just for an arm around his shoulder.

So when you have a boyfriend whose stomach turned at the thought of physical contact in public, thing began to get a little… frustrating.

"MELLO!" The call was elongated and whiney. Matt lay, upside down on the bed covered in blankets, his head lolling over the side of the mattress and his mouth hung open lazily. His red hair almost bounced off the floor as he kicked his legs in the air. He was clad in nothing but black and white boxers, his chest was bare and his orange tinted goggles remained strapped around his neck, almost a permanent feature.

"Yes, Matt…?" The reply was exasperated, almost a groan. Mello looked out from the bathroom, half his golden blonde hair still frizzy from sleeping, the other side combed flat. He had jet-black boxers and an oversized matching top. Mello was known for waking up in not-so-happy moods and today was no exception. It was extremely early and he had been called by his gang to come in even earlier than usual because there was a 'package' exchange organised to happen this morning, so lacking his extra hours sleep wasn't helping his fuse. Neither was Matt's happy-puppy like behaviour.

"Where are you going?" Matt asked almost childlike. He was so tired, being woken so early; he was a bit delirious, causing his speech to be affected like his mood.

Mello rolled his eyes and sighed. "To work… like I do every morning…"

"Oh! Can I come? Please?"

"Ugh… Do you have to?"

"Why cant I?"

"Because you always embarrass me."

Matt frowned, his legs falling down out of the air as he rolled over, propping himself up onto his elbows. Mello's comment stung a bit, but it was early, he might not be thinking properly.

"I'll be quiet! I always am! And I'll keep to my computer games and hacking like I always do… Actually… How do I embarrass you! Everyone always says how much of a help I am, so how could I possibly have done something bad?"

"Because you never leave me alone!" Mello snapped, whirling around, this time walking out of the bathroom and glaring at Matt's bewildered face.

"All the time you have to be in contact with me, you're like a two year old and it's rather humiliating."

Deep down, Mello loved Matt's child-like behaviour. It made him feel special and loved. But when he is second in command to a Mafia boss, having your boyfriend all over you doesn't exactly have you demanding respect.

"I need personal space especially when I'm working or I don't concentrate…"

"This is all over that Public Affection crap isn't it. Just coz you won't give me attention doesn't mean I can't go else where for it! Other guys in your little gang-y thing give me attention if I ask for it." Matt shot back.

He was told once, after being brushed off by Mello, that if there was one thing Mello hated more than people eating his chocolate it was people touching his property and, consequently, Matt was considered part of his property. Matt was so happy to hear it he actually grinned and blush so bad that the guy who told him he swore he could've been mistaken for a short hair, over sized school girl. So, as a result, Matt made it his business to get as much attention and as much physical contact from all the gang members that could stand to be near him; just to see Mello silently fuming across the room.

"Well maybe I don't WANT you to go else where for it!" Mello bit back spitefully.

He hated seeing everyone else's hands on his boyfriend. It made him feel rather sick. He knew (it was a bit hard to miss actually) that Matt thrived off of physical affection and it made him feel a bit worthless that he couldn't give it to him when he wanted it most. So seeing others do it instead, infuriated him.

"You don't get it…"

Matt's face fell as he looked up at Mello with sad eyes. The blonde glared at the floor before swearing under his breath and returning to the bathroom, cussing profusely.

"I do get it; you don't like physical contact in public…" The red-head murmured glancing away from the door way.

"So why not now? As soon as the room is lit you practically run away from me! I don't see wh-" Realisation hit Matt like a slap in the face.

An expression of surprise disgust and humour, spread across his face. He didn't know if he was offended or thought it was the funniest thing in the world.

"You just don't like it when others can see you! You don't like being seen giving affection, or having others seeing you! For Christ sake. You serious?" He couldn't keep the sarcasm from his voice, or the slight hint of anger. What a petty excuse.

"Shut up, shit head!" Mello yelled back. "I don't know why, it's just how I am!"

Being religious all your life doesn't help either… he thought bitterly, playing with the beads around his neck. He wasn't ashamed but when your religion drilled into your head that it was wrong to love some one the same gender as you, it kind of sticks. Having Matt criticize him for it wasn't helping.

"You could have told me you know…" Matt didn't want to end the conversation, he wanted to fix this. As much as he loved it that Mello got jealous when he received other people's affection, it was nothing like having blonde's hands run through his hair or lips against his own. Nothing was the same.

"Oh yeah? And what good would that have done?" dragging his feet, half in defeat, half in exhaustion, Mello glared at the floor. The only good thing that would've come from having this discussion earlier would've been the fact that it could've been over and done with already.

Matt lifted himself off the bed. He hadn't been out from under the covers and wasn't expecting the air to still be so cold. Glancing out the window he saw that the sky was still dark, the only light coming from the streetlights, bathroom and clock radio which read 4:03 am. Looking back at the man standing across the room from him with expressionless eyes he shrugged, sighing, before making his way over to him. Mello looked up, his hands clasped to his upper arms, either from cold or being uncomfortable, as a uncertain expression spread across his face.

He looked up at the slightly taller, red-haired man taking a step back as he saw him spread his arms and embrace him in a hug. His muscles instantly tensed and his eyes widened. His shoulder's hunched slightly as he tried to edge away from Matt.

"Hey! We just talked about this! Get off me!" he gritted his teeth and still tried to wriggle his way out. But Matt held on and sighed.

"Can you see me?"

Mello stilled at the question and glared into the other's shoulder.

"Of course I can," he growled. "So let me go damn it!"

"Close your eyes…"

Mello's eyes widened.

"What?"

"Close them. Then you can't see me." Matt whispered softly.

"Matt, that's stupid-" Mello started but Matt cut him off.

"You said you have a problem with people seeing you give and receive affection. I'm giving you a solution, so how about a bit of cooperation here!" Matt said, smiling to himself.

Mello growled to himself and rolled his eyes.

"Fine." He said and shut his eyes. Stupid Matt, what a ridiculous idea, he thought to himself. How would shutting his eyes change anything?

He could feel the red-head's breath on his neck and his hand moving through his hair, the other hand planted firmly on the bottom of his back, keeping him from moving away.

Mello shuddered but kept his eyes shut, his own hands making their way to Matt's hips, his fingers moving along pale skin, softly.

Mello gasped as teeth rushed his ear and fingernails dug into his skin, causing him to move closer to the one he had currently entrusted his body to. Everything felt like it had happened for the first time. Being left without sight made everything unpredictable. Even though he'd only ever done anything with lights out, you could still see slight outlines of people and watch their movements. Also knowing that Matt had full sight meant he was in full control of the situation and that also had Mello a bit nervous.

He felt Matt pull him forwards and he followed, eyes still shut tight. The red head sat down upon bed and wrapped his arms around Mello's middle, kissing him on the collar bone. Pressing his forehead to the centre of the blonde's chest, his own staggered breathe ghosted over the skin on Mello's stomach. Mello's hands dragged across Matt's back and run through smooth crimson hair.

Matt tightened his grip around the other, moving his hand up around his slim shoulders and turned him around, laying him upon his back. Placing his hand's on the bed, either side of Mello's body, he leant down and kissed the blonde on his jaw, just beneath his ear. His tongue trailed across Mello's cheek before he enveloped the others lips, kissing gently. Mello finally started reacting, biting Matt's bottom lip, not quite as softly, his tongue intruding the other's mouth running along smooth white teeth.

"Your eyes still shut?" Matt muttered as he pulled away from the kiss.

Mello snorted and opened his eyes.

"Not anymore, Matty…" He said and rolls them both over. His hands grip tight in Matt's fiery red hair and he placed his forehead against the other's. Slowly he pushes him self up, running his hands down neck and bare chest, grinning slyly, before picking himself up off the bed and sauntering away. Matt sat up bewildered and watched as the blonde slid on his vest and did his leather pants up properly.

"Gee Mello, as soon as you open your eyes its over… how boring" Matt groaned sarcastically, blowing some ruffled hair out of his face.

Mello looked back over at the grumbling red haired and smiled slyly. He tipped his head forward slightly, making blonde hair fall across his face.

"You coming or not?" he sneered sarcastically.

Matt sat up straight and blinked, surprised. He thought Mello would still make him stay behind. A huge smile spread across his face and he leapt off the bed on all fours, quickly pushing himself to his feet, and almost crash tackled Mello into the door frame. Mello cringed, an exasperated look crossing his face.

"Matt, you'd think I just told you I bought every single video game in the world…" He sighed, trying pushing Matt away. "If you're coming with me though, you have to get ready now. And bring the laptop and your game-boy thing. During the transaction, I want you somewhere being quiet. And I might need you to do some hacking or researching…"

Mello didn't even finish the sentence and Matt was scampering around the room, pulling his striped, long sleeve top on at the same time as tugging blue jeans up his legs. He grabbed his orange tinted goggles (when had they been removed?) and ripped them over his head and shoved his feet in his shoes, not bothering with tucking in the bottom of his pant legs, and rammed a pack of cigarettes into his pockets. After running around the room cramming his headphones, Nintendo DS, Laptop, Mobile Phone and various snacks into his bag, he stood in front of Mello, hand to his forehead in a mock salute.

Mello grimaced and pressed the heel of his hand against his forehead and groaned. Wasn't this going to be fun… he thought sarcastically to himself. As he turned around and stalked to the kitchen, collecting a few bars of chocolate. As he went to shut the fridge, he hesitated. He heard Matt whistling happily behind him and he cringed. He grabbed another few chocolate bars; knowing the mood he would be in by the end of today, he would need it.

"Alright Matt, let's go…" It was like taking a dog for a walk, minus the leash and dog. Matt had since pulled his goggles over his eyes so all that was visible on his face was his huge grin. You would think he was never allowed out of the building. In truth, when ever Mello asked (more often then not told) him to leave and grab some thing from the shops, Matt would groan, complain, and quite often pretend to be dead or asleep till Mello got up and either hit him or got it himself.

Matt raced down the stairs at record pace, sliding on the rails a few steps from the bottom. Bounding out the door he stood still and silent in between a motorcycle and a cherry red car. Their mode of transport usually depended on what mood Mello was in at the time. If he was in a lazy or, god forbid, happy mood, they would take Matt's car. If he was in any another mood, his motorcycle usually sufficed. Bouncing on and off his heels Matt waited impatiently for Mello to get his leather clad ass out the door.

AN Well, hope you enjoyed that! the song for this chapter was I Want You - Savage Garden.

im part way through the next chapter along with Macabre and a BxL fic im doing.

ENJOY!