Author's Note: I was actually writing the second chapter of This Is My Red Light District when this popped into my head. MelloxMatt, teasing, smut, flashbacks, good stuff.

Warnings: Flashbacks in Italics, smut, teasing, MelloxMatt, Yaoi, boyxboy.

Disclaimer: I own this, and my brain. That's pretty much it… One thing I certainly don't own is the Death Note series or characters.

Dedications: Umm. My other fic for inspiring me?

Enjoy

You've always been a tease Mello. Even at ten and eleven, you'd tease.

"Come on Matt! Beg me!" Mello laughs, eyes flashing, passing the Nintendo between his hands rapidly.

"Just give me it! God you are psychotic!" Matt snatches for it, laughing despite himself.

"Just say please and you can have it Matty! I swear!" He grins and Matt smiles while trying to frown.

"Oh… Please Mello." He mutters, trying to look as angry as it's possible to with a smile on your face. Mello smirks and hands over the console, hands instantly scrabbling for chocolate, and Matt suddenly laughs as he realises how long Mello had to go without cocoa just to make him beg.

But now we're bigger boys, and you tease with bigger toys…

Mello smiled darkly, exultantly. "Beg me, Baby. Say please." He's hovered over the redhead, lips slightly parted, hair slightly mussed, millimetres away from giving Matt a great blowjob.

Matt groans in frustration, pulling marginally against his expert bonds. Mello waits a second as if giving Matt a chance to prostrate himself quickly and avoid the inevitable infuriation, before slowly circling the head of Matt's erection with a carefully pointed tongue, hot breath simultaneously leaked out in a burning stream over the most sensitive place on Matt's body. The gamer moans desperately, his hips pushing up against the thick straps holding him tightly in place.

"Oh God Mell, please!" Mello's ensuing smile tells Matt that he should know better, but the blond is glad he doesn't just yet.

We're too old to be playing games still. Too old to be teasing, playing with each other's bodies and hearts and heads until the world starts dissolving into your psycho-sociopath dreams. We play, and it's sick, the things we say and the things we do to try and prove that one of us is better (worse?) than the other, that whatever we do is for the greater good of…. What, exactly, Mello?

You can't claim that you make me sign my body over to you to catch Kira, or defeat Near. Just like I can't claim I whine and beg and moan because it goes towards my hacking abilities, or my gaming genius.

Maybe we are as good as each other. Maybe I've always known that, so there was never really any point in this insane little game we play.

But that doesn't mean I want to stop.

Like? I quite did :D (NEVER A GOOD SIGN.)

Reviews are loved, each and every one.

Lemon

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