A/N: Ok, so MelMat finally got back to me on what she wanted as her one-shot for being review 50 on Focus.. Just some good ol' Matt and Mello sexiness.. Well, knowing her as I do.. I came up with this..

Chapter 1: The Problem

Matt stretched as his game system's light flickered off. Mello had just gotten home and jumped in the shower, and he intended to capitalize on that. He was about to get off the couch to go join his best friend and lover, who had been denying him as of late, when the bathroom door opened, and Mello re-emerged, and walked across the hall to their room, slamming that door shut. Oh. Hell. No. Not again. Not tonight. Matt stood and stubbed out his cigarette in an ashtray and walked to their room, happily finding it unlocked. Mello was inside, already in a pair of sweats, laying in bed, staring at the ceiling fan as it twirled around.

"Hey." Matt said as he sat down next to the blonde, running his gloved fingers over the still wet abdomen. "You got out too fast, I was going to join you." He sent Mello a wicked smirk. The man sighed in exasperation and swatted Matt's hand away.

"Not tonight, Matt." The red head's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Why the hell not?" Oh, he knew why. They both knew he knew, but he needed to hear it. He knew that this could be the time he snapped. It had been looming over head for so many years now, but he could usually control it. Would tonight be the night he lost it?

"Near." That one word, or name. So many things were said when it touched Mello's lips. The sounds of disdain and complete loathing. The unspoken wall between the couple. Mello would always obsess over beating Near more than anything. More than his love for chocolate. More than his love for true justice. More than his love for Matt. Hate was such a strong emotion, and it was always beating love. They say it is better to be feared than loved, but Matt had never believed it, until now.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Mello? Tonight? Tonight you are going to let that albino freak ruin this? Ruin us?" He was angry, but nothing he couldn't control. He'd been here before. Mello groaned in annoyance and turned away.

"What the fuck is so special about tonight?" Matt felt part of his heart crack with the question. He stood and spoke calmly.

"You really don't remember what tonight it? The date is October 31. Ring any bells, Mello?" His voice was so calm, it was eery. Mello sat up and turned to face him with a raised eyebrow.

"I know the date, asshole. It's Halloween. There's kids running around everywhere in stupid costumes." Matt knelt on the bed and his smile was bitter. Mello glared back, but this time, it wasn't intimidating in the least. No, something changed inside Matt, even Mello could see that. Feel it. He was too calm, even for him. Suddenly, Matt growled in rage, as he reached out, grabbed Mello by the neck and slammed him backwards onto the bed.

"And what happened, four years ago on Halloween, Mello? Do you remember?" Mat licked up the scarred side of his face, and Mello shuddered. Why was he so turned on by this side of Matt? A side that in the last 15 years or so, he had never seen or known existed. Apparently, his thoughts kept him away too long, and Matt growled again. Mello couldn't help but let out a strangled moan. Matt laughed in a manner Mello had never heard. He sounded psychotic. "Now that you broke me, you want me? Well, since you obviously can't remember what today is, I'll tell you." He leaned down close to Mello's ear, nibbling on the lobe before pulling back, allowing his lips to brush the shell of Mello's eat. He took a deep breath and, "IT'S OUR FUCKING FOUR YEAR ANNIVERSARY, YOU ASSHOLE!" He pushed off of Mello, his grip tightening on his throat momentarily before it was gone completely. Mello gasped for air and had a ringing in his ear.

"What the fuck it the matter with you?" Mello jumped up, defensively. Matt turned on him, his eyes were dark with anger, and his hair stuck out in different directions from his hands running through it, trying to calm himself down. But then Mello spoke, and he lost it again.

"Me? What the fuck is wrong with me? Are you kidding me? Are you insane? Me, Mello? ME?" He advanced on the blonde, causing him to take a step back, and he smirked again, making the hair on Mello's arms stick up. "You are the one with an issue! You always let him get between us! You always put him first. You can't get over this sick and twisted obsession!" He pointed a finger in the shocked face. His breathing was labored, and he felt like he was going to pass out. There was a weight on his chest, and his head was buzzing.

"I do not put him first. I hate him, Matt. I love you." Mello tried to sooth, reaching for his boyfriend. Matt slapped his hand away.

"No. I don't doubt you love me, Mello. But hate is such a strong emotion. You don't even realize it. It take so much effort to hate someone. Trust me, cause as much as you hate him, I hate him more." Mello snorted, which caused Matt's head to spin. "Don't believe me? I could fucking kill him, Mello. For constantly stealing you away from me. You're obsessed with him! No matter what I do. No matter what I say. It's always Near this, and Near that. You push me away, and think about him constantly. How the fuck do you think that makes me feel? You fucking broke me, Mello. You finally broke me! Are you happy now?" He slammed his palms down on the wall, on either side of Mello's head, where he had backed him up to. Mello looked on, shocked, and yet, so very turned on. But then Matt turned away and grabbed his keys, heading out the door.

"Where the fuck are you going?" He called. Matt stopped and looked over his shoulder, a sadistic smile on his face.

"To do something you never could. To save us." He spoke in the calm voice again. Mello was too stunned to move. It was a few minutes after the door clicked shut lightly that he slid down the wall, crumbling into himself. Those last words sent a mixture of emotions through him. He was happy that Matt wanted to do something for the good of their relationship, but what could he do? The possibilities scared him. Matt was so gentle. So kind. He couldn't do anything too horrible, right? He wasn't so sure anymore. He stood and pulled on a fresh pair of leather pants and vest, pulled his jacket on, and grabbed his keys and helmet. He had to find Matt, and save him from himself.