A/N: DAMN IT. Fanfiction got rid of the "&" things. –cry- Those were my TRADEMARK, dude. But yeah. Anyway. More drabble for y'all, cause I'm a nice girl. This time it's Matt and Near. Hearts!

"Matt, did you take my Megatron model?" Near's voice was not accusatory. It was a simple question, one that turned Matt's ears red. Of course he had. He'd taken it because Near just wasn't paying attention to him anymore, and it made him upset. He was going to force Near to look at him, to compliment him and laugh with him like he used to.

"No."

Near paused. "Are you sure?"

"No."

"Matt, if you have him, I would appreciate you giving him back…" Near's voice was pretentious this time. Matt hated that. He hated when it seemed that Near looked down on him. He was smarter than Near, anyway. He only threw the tests at Wammy's because he didn't care. He didn't want to be L. He never has. Even now, as Near's personal assistant, the detective's position is better in Near's hands.

Matt smirked as he put down his game. "Only if you watch a movie with me."

"Matt, why? I have work to do, you know." Near cocked his hip, a hand placed on the thin hipbone in a way that drove Matt nuts. He loved it when Near was frustrated. He was the only one who would ever see the pale boy exhibit any emotion at all, and it just made that small display all the more exciting.

"Natie, you never spend time with me anymore. We hardly even have sex. I just want to hug you and sit here with you for a while. Please?" Matt leaned towards Near, a smile on his face and a hopeful expression in his eyes.

Near looked at Matt. He wasn't getting Megatron back until he did what Matt asked, he knew that for sure. But…. a small part of Nate Rivers knew that he didn't really want Megatron right then. He wanted Matt. He had work to do, yes, but it could wait.

Near hurried to sit with Matt on the couch, and the redhead pulled the frail teenager into his lap. "I love you, Nate," the gamer said quietly, curling a strand of fluffy white hair around his finger.

"I love you too… Mail…" Near leaned back onto Matt and he allowed his lover to make him watch the horrendous scary movies that he loved so much. Near didn't complain, only gasped and hid his face in Matt's neck when a limb was ripped off or flesh was being eaten by zombies.

Matt's ploy for sex, needless to say, failed for that night.

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