Chapter 2: Excursions and Broom Closets

5 years later...

Mello's POV

I snuck downstairs to the Wammy kitchens in my usual sneaking get up: black polar neck, black combats, with black gloves (for fingerprints) and a black balaclava (to insure no stray blonde hairs would be found). I found the right cupboard with ease and started filling my black (just for a bit of variety) duffel bag with enough chocolate to last a normal person a month. But I wasn't a normal person, it would last me a week, maybe two if I laid off a bit (hah, like that was gonna happen).

I turned around and made my way back to my room. I heard something...a footstep. I stopped, impossible. There was only one person who could sneak up on me and I always made sure he was asleep before I went on my chocolate raiding excursions.. Not that he would ever give me away, this was just something I liked to do alone...

"Matt, why are you following me?" I asked the red-head that I knew was behind me.

"Ah crap, I was sure you wouldn't notice me. How did you know it was me?" he relied, in his usual casual drawl.

"Matt, there's only one person here potentially capable of being sneaky enough to fool me, not that you ever really could, obviously. And anyway don't you think I would have realised something was up when I saw you weren't in the room?" This was why he was third, he never thought things through enough.

"True, but I got curious. After five years a guy can't help but wonder where his best friend goes at night every couple of weeks, dressed in full burglar gear..." He smiled one of his I'm-so-cute-you-have-to-love-me smiles. Hmmf, he thought he got scott-free when he gave me those smiles, but little did he know that I had kept a diary since the day we became friends, recording everything and and anything he had done wrong, just so I could use it against him one day.

Matt's POV

He led the way back to our room, I followed. That's the way it's always been, ever since I got here. And I wouldn't change it for the world. Suddenly Mello stopped and his ears pricked up (not really, he isn't a dog). He whispered:

"I heard someone coming. Make a noise and I'll punch your lights out." He dragged me into what I thought was the nearest classroom.

Nope. It was a broom closet. And it was so completely dark that I couldn't see my hand in front of my face. But I could hear Mello's steady, quiet breathing. I was so close that I could smell his sweet chocolatey scent, I could even smell the shampoo he used (chocolate scented shampoo, in case you were wondering, typical). My breathing started to get slightly ragged so I bit my lip, in case he heard me, Christ, this was torture. And heaven.

Perhaps I should explain. Mello was my room mate and, well, I wouldn't say he was my only friend, I'm well liked round here, but due to Mello's bad rep, I was his only friend. Not that I minded, that meant I got him all to myself. You see, I had been in love with Mello since, oh lemme see...puberty. It was everything about him. His walk, his talk. Just the way he was made him so sexy to me. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not gay, I can appreciate the woman's form as well as the next guy. But for me it had always been Mello. Always had been, always would be as far as I was concerned.

I swallowed and kept my lips sealed tightly shut, but my eyes wide open. I knew if I closed them the dreams I had every night of Mello would come back to haunt me. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Mello spoke:

"Alright. Whoever was out there should be gone by now." He peeked he blonde head out the door and whispered back at me. "Yup, coast is clear."

We walked back to out room, thankfully without getting caught. I breathed a sigh of relief to be back in my room, but I knew I was in for a rough night.

.oOo.

I was lying face down on my bed when I felt soft hands slowly caressing my back and hot breath tickling the back of my neck.

"Hmm, Mello? Is that you? What are you doing? It's the middle of the fucking night." I said, trying my hardest to keep the lust out of my voice. He was playing with me, messing with my head. It was a usual Mello thing to do, although this was a new one.

"Shut the fuck up Matty, I'll have you whenever I goddamn feel like it." His strong arms flipped me over so I was now lying on my back. His head dipped down and I felt his tongue slowly works its way up from my navel to my left nipple.

"Ah!" I gasped in surprise, my breath coming out in a mist. Mello chuckled, and his hands, that had been previously pinning mine to the bed, made their way down and soon his soft, light fingers grazed around the base of my cock. My back arched and I groaned.

"S-stop teasing, you fuck."

Mello laughed with his mouth still suckling at one of my nipples, and the vibrations made my already hard cock twitch. Not wasting any time, Mello's mouth left my upper body and he slowly made his way down to where his fingers had started to ghost over the length of my rod. His tongue and teeth leaving a trail of marks and bruises all the way down.

One of his hands kept my hips from bucking as his tongue licked a steady stripe all the way up my length. I dug my fingers into the sheets and clenched my teeth to stop myself from letting out a whimper. I had no idea where this had come from, but Christ did I never want it to end.

Mello took as much of me into his mouth as he could and sucked hard, and this time I couldn't stop a load moan from slipping out. Mello's mouth left me, and he growled.

"You're making too much noise you fuck. Here." He stuck his middle and ring finger into my mouth while his other hand kept stroking my dick. "Get them good and wet, Matty." I moaned a muffled response and after a few minutes he took them out.

"Mello, what are you doing?" But it was a pointless question, because as soon as his fingers had left my mouth he was propping one of my knees up with his other hand.

"I'm doing what you've always wanted, Matt. It is what you want isn't it?"

I scrunched my eyes tightly shut as his fingers, already drying out, started to circle my hole.

"Mello, I-" But before I could say anything more I felt him push in, and my eyes flew open.

.oOo.

The next time I opened my eyes, it was morning. The pyjama bottoms I always wear felt slightly damp and I blushed at the memory of last nights dream. You know you have low self-esteem when you bottom in your own fantasies. I pulled my duvet over my head and waited for Mello to finish in th bathroom.

When he came out five minutes later I kept my head under the duvet. A sight I really did not need to see in my state was Mello, half naked, just out of the shower. I kept up my pretence of sleep as he got dressed, called my name a few time to try and wake me, then finally listened as he shut the door behind him.

A/N: just wanted to say that I don't actually think self-esteem has anything to do with bottoming, but I do think that's probably what an insecure 15 year old Matt might think.