Part 2: Mat

I let out a sigh, leaning against the window of the best car in the world. Mine, of course. For clarification, I was leaning my head against the window from the inside of my precious car that I had been in for the past too many hours. I wanted to go home. Play some N64. I was feeling an oldie system vibe. Fucking patrol is so damn boring. I pulled my cell phone from a pocket in my (awesome) vest to send a text message to the reason I was here. My roommate. Mello. He should be awake by now. *No changes yet. Again. I R SO BORED. OMG. wtf. X.x . . Damn you.* Another sigh as I sent off the message and returned my attention to the building I was supposed to be watching. I didn't really see why I had to be out watching in person when my surveillance equipment could give me so many more angles and much better observation. But Mello had insisted that I needed some fresh air. Cuz that didn't make it sound obvious that he was up to something. Fresh air. Pfft. Kind of interesting, though. Definitely got my curiousity piqued.

I blinked as my phone sounded his text reply and couldn't help smirking a little at the words on my screen. *Stop fucking around and pay attention.* That was it. Well, Mello was awake alright. And I could tell even through the text that he seemed a bit aggravated. That meant he'd found my note, as planned.

Gotta say I wasn't completely certain just why Mello seemed to have such a big problem with me dating. I guess it's got something to do with not wanting us to risk exposure, but if that wasn't it... well... I had a small hope of what I'd like the cause to be. Then again, I've never been one to get my hopes up for anything. Truth is... I had a slim hope that it might be some form of jealousy. Because.. to put it plain and simple... I'm in love with Mello. My own best friend. Despite his bossy, abusive nature, there's just something about him that's just... addicting. And speaking of addictions.

I pulled a cigarette from a box in an inside pocket of my (awesome) vest, lighting up as I glanced at the clock of my phone. One more life draining hour of patrol. Then I could go get Mello's gifts. The thought crossed my mind that I could probably duck out of patrol early... but I quickly dismissed that. No... Mello would kill me if something happened while I was supposed to be on patrol and I missed it. I'd better just wait. Wouldn't want to risk that. My ploy of going on a date after patrol would just have to stand.

I took a drag from my cigarette and let it out in a pensive puff of smoke. Mello.. I wonder if it really is jealousy? Because seriously, all hoping aside, Mello always started to act a bit pissy whenever I came home smelling faintly of perfume. And there were days like today when I'd leave a note... It could be just me, but I was growing increasingly certain that Mello's mood swings most of the time seemed directly related to whether or not I was going out with some girl.

I sighed, glancing back to the building as someone exited. No one important. Still no changes. I let my mind wander to what I should get for Mello. Chocolate would be too easy. Unless maybe it was a box of chocolates? Would my blond go for that? I wasn't sure. My chocolate freak tended to prefer the purity of milk chocolate over other types. Although he did thoroughly enjoy the chocolate cake I'd brought home for his birthday earlier this month. So maybe a box of flavor filled chocolates wouldn't go to waste? Whichever ones he didn't like, I'd eat anyway..

But I wanted to go kind of all-out for him this year, so... if not something chocolate, then.. something leather? (Like he needs more leather...?) Well... a leather armband would look pretty cool, maybe.. or a leather choker? ...

I think I just drooled a little bit. Mello. With a leather choker... AND a leather armband? HMMMM. Um yeah.. I rather liked that image..

Fuck it. Leather and chocolate. (Which is basically my definition of Mello, anyway..) It sounded good.

I checked my phone clock again. DAMMIT! 12 noon. One more hour! One more damn boring hour. THEN I could go get something for Mello. I just hoped he'd appreciate it.

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It was late when I got home, as I'd said it would be. Mello tended to go to sleep around midnight or a couple hours later than that on days he wanted to patrol in the morning. I didn't know if Mello intended to patrol the next day or not, but I'd gotten home right around midnight. I'd spent the day at the mall arcade after patrol, and it hadn't been too hard to find some pretty girl to take out to dinner after the mall closed. At least that way, and with the afterscent of her perfume on me, my 'date' ruse wasn't completely a lie.. which it had been in the beginning. And she was hot. Muahaha.

I wasn't too surprised to find Mello asleep on the couch. A tiny smile crossed my lips as I wondered if he actually had tried to wait up for me. Okay, I knew that was unlikely, but I could think it. Mello had an arm and a leg dangling off the couch in his sleep and a book in one hand on his stomach. At least I could get his gifts in without any trouble. With a smirk, I hurried to my room and wrapped his gifts, hiding them in a drawer before I made my way back out to the living room. Mello hadn't moved an inch. Haha. How cute.

I pulled a pack of cigarettes from my (coughawesomecough) vest pocket, lighting one as I sat on the floor by the couch, just watching him for a bit. He had a blanket draped over his lap and he looked... well, beautiful. Peaceful. Not hostile and ready to rip my head off at any given moment. What a nice change, I grinned to myself. On a sigh, I exhaled a puff of smoke, licking my lips. Yeah.. even with all that leather on, he looked completely serene and innocent. How funny.

What wasn't funny, however, was the way my hands were just itching to touch his skin.. it looked so soft. I wondered if it was really soft, unlike his tough exterior that he puts up. And his lips... I stuck my cigarette between my lips to distract them from wanting to press against his.

All these damn women that I go out with all the time, and I still couldn't keep my mind off of Mello. I was glad sometimes when he went off on patrol. Then I could work and play video games to distract my mind from thinking of his body. ..God, what a body.. I looked him over again, and had to look away. My own body was beginning to ache a little just thinking about his. And my mind was getting carried away. I couldn't afford to let it do that while I was sitting here in front of him. Even if he slept through the night, which he wasn't going to because I was going to wake him up and move him in a moment. I looked to him again and licked my lips. Oh, Mello...

Much as I loved sitting there watching Mello do absolutely nothing, I'd better get him into his own bed before he cramped up. So I stood, putting out my cigarette and approached him, placing one hand on the back of the couch, the other on the armrest. And then I think I blushed a little as I thought of the scene in Sleeping Beauty where the guy leans over the girl..

Right. Well.. uh, whatever. I didn't think that. No.. but I did hover there to watch him a moment longer. It was so... painful. Cuz.. don't get me wrong, I love women, but really... the only reason I go out with them excessively like this is because I can relieve myself with them in a way I can't with Mello. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't exactly go for that.. even though his favorite leather attire could lead one to think otherwise.

With a sigh, I bent low to Mello's ear. "Mello," I murmured, receiving a small sigh from the blond in response that made me clench my teeth as it sifted across my neck. Dammit! Why can't he do that when he's NOT sleeping? Waking him up probably wasn't going to be easy, and hopefully wouldn't end with a beating. But it had to be done. So I sighed and tried again. "Mello, you'll get all cramped up if you sleep like this."