Cyanide'n'Writersblock: hola…okay so I'm going to be updating this because someone told me to. And by someone told me to I mean that some higher being of coincidence told me through song.

Mello: that's it then, she's officially lost it.

Matt: *starts packing* I'm moving then. I will NOT deal with this.

Mello: I'll come with.

Cyanide'n'Writersblock: STOP PACKING YOU LOSERFACES!

Matt & Mello: O.O' o…k… *stops moving*

Matt: btw, what's with the new name?

Cyanide'n'Writersblock: I got bored XD and I just like the way the name sounds. It's interesting ya know? But it's really long, so I think I'm just going to go by my name in these chapters.

Mello: o…k… so about this 'higher being'?

Olivia: right. Well I was in the car and the song 'they call me mello yellow' was playing and then 'mellow' came on in my shuffle and I felt like it was a message to get my butt writing XD … and there's a sex program on the history channel… so… it's inspiring.

Matt: I'm sure it is *rolls eyes* but that is an odd coincidence… so disclaimer time?

Olivia: bingo. DISCLAIMER - I do NOT own Matt and Mello or anything you might find in the Death Note series.


Matt had finally healed enough to get around without being in pain. His fever had lasted several days, but finally broke and he came out of it much better than before. His goggles hadn't been too damaged and they still hung around his neck

He stretched, his striped shirt hanging loosely on his skinny frame. He groggily stumbled into the kitchen, just waking up, and searched for something to eat. He had awoken to realizing he was on a cold floor and noticed Mello sprawled on the bed and cussed knowing who he was pushed by.

He dug through the refrigerator, which had leftovers from Gahd-knows-when, and, when finding nothing, started going through the cabinets. They were also empty though, and he was starting to get aggravated. Then he tried the pantry and found what he was looking for. There, tucked in a corner, was a bag of Cheetos. Matt checked the expiration date to make sure they were still good, which they were, and got a beer from the fridge. Then he went to go sit in front of the T.V. and play a video game; something he hadn't done for awhile now.

After getting through two entire games (plus the bonuses) he sighed and sat back. Looking at his gloveless fingers that were covered in cheese powder he started thinking. Was it REALLY cheese? Does cheese actually make powder?

While Matt was thinking deeply about the cheese-that's-not-really-cheese powder Mello walked in. He had been buying his own chocolate and had come back from a run. He raised an eyebrow when he saw his partner looking at his fingers with a serious look on his face and didn't even want to know what he was thinking about. But then he smirked and came up with a plan. He gently set down the plastic bag containing his precious chocolate and creeped up slowly on the redhead.

Matt didn't hear the blonde as he came up behind him. His mind had wandered from questioning the cheese in the Cheetos to if the cows in California really were that happy. He didn't even see his own hand in front of him. Well he did, but he wasn't really seeing it. It wasn't until he felt the warm wetness envelop his fingers that he came back to reality.

Mello rolled his eyes at the naivety of his favorite redhead. The younger man's eyes were wide when he saw that the blonde was sucking on his cheese dust covered fingers. Then he locked eyes with Mello, a lust beginning to glaze his eyes. Mello twirled his tongue around the gamer's digits.

Matt let out a moan, his mind racing. He was trying to figure out how he had gotten in this position, that is, pressed against the couch with Mello on all fours, Matt's fingers in his mouth while he licked and sucked on them. Then his mind just stopped as Mello PURRED, his throat vibrating around the redhead's fingers, making his arousal heighten. Then the chocoholic let go of his fingers and Matt instantly captured his lips with his own and kissed him deeply. He could taste the cheese and a hint of chocolate.

Mello loved Matt's kisses. They were just so… good. Almost better than the chocolate he loved so dearly. Matt had pushed him down and was now on top of him, his hands underneath the plain black t-shirt he had decided to wear that day.

Matt traced every inch of Mello's body with his fingertips. He moved his touches to his back and dragged his fingernails that, while bitten, could still scratch. The blonde moaned and arched his back at the erotic pain and pleasure coursing through his body. Soon the blonde's hands found the bottom of Matt's t-shirt and started tugging on it while whimpering. Matt found the submissive behavior of the usual hotheaded chocoholic amusing, and wanted to hear more of it. So he dug his nails harder into the blonde's back. Then he ghosted his hands lower and gave the other's leather clad ass a squeeze.

Apparently that made the blonde snapped and he pinned the redhead underneath him. He pushed the striped shirt up and licked a trail up Matt's abdomen. Matt squirmed and moaned loudly under his touch, making the blonde smirk and start biting and sucking instead of licking. He ran his hand down the sticky trail of spit until he hit the band of the gamer's pants and started to move his finger in a circle, massaging the tender skin there. He undid the button and started to unzip the zipper slowly, this time the redhead being the one whimpering. He started to pull on the pants when he stopped and went back up and kissed Matt deeply. He pulled back a little, a small trail of saliva connecting them. Matt licked his lips, breaking it, and sucked the rest off of the blonde's lip. Mello pulled back again and looked into the lust crazed eyes of his partner. "Do you love me?" the blonde asked, almost out of breath.

"Yes. More than anything." he breathed back and kissed him again. "Mells… Mello…"

"Don't call me that."

"Then what should I call you?"

"Use my real name."

The redhead moved his mouth to the blonde's earlobe and started sucking on it. Then, he put his mouth next to his ear and breathed his name, "Mihael." Mello shuddered and wrapped his arms around him.

"Mail." he moaned, rubbing himself against the other and causing friction between their hot and aroused bodies. Sweat was pooling in the curves of their bodies. Just when Matt started to struggle with Mello's leather pants, they were sticking to him because of the hot atmosphere, the blonde's cell rang. He pulled away from the redhead and answered it, trying to sound cool, calm and collected, and failing miserably. The voice on the other side explained to him the new information on the Kira case and he massaged his temple, annoyed at the interruption. He tried to talk as quickly as he could, but the mood had already been ruined. He hung up the phone and sat on the couch, sighing.

Matt remained on the floor, his hair tousled, his shirt pulled up, and his pants partly pulled down. "I'm sorry." Mello mumbled. Matt shrugged and started sifting through video games. "I'll make it up to you…"

"No need." he replied. "The only thing that annoys me is that was the last fucking bag of Cheetos."


Matt: You're evil, do you know that?

Olivia: I'm aware of it, yes.

Mello: Fans are going to come after you with pitch forks if you don't give them anything close to sex between us.

Olivia: You sound like you WANT me to write it. That eager to loose it blondie?

Mello: *twitch* you're going to loose those precious fingers if you keep talking

Olivia: *glares* You don't scare me. I'm thinking of making you dress in drag.

Matt: *fantasizes*

Olivia: I'll let Matt do…whatever he's doing. Anyway, reviews anyone? It makes me smile like a dork XD