"I told you… I'm tired." I said, a sort of unsure pause splitting my sentence.

"When has that stopped you before?" He said, taking his mouth off my neck.

"I'll end up falling asleep halfway through." I admitted, grabbing his forearms pulling him back and forcing him to release his grip on my shoulders. "Like that one time."

The last part seemed to strike him greatly, because his head fell and he let a long sigh escape his throat. I watched him, not entirely sure about what was going through his head… Maybe I shouldn't have brought up such an… Unpleasant past memory.

"You…" He began refusing to look up. "…Had to go to Italy the next day, and left me sexually frustrated for the rest of the weekend."

I clasped my hand over my mouth and held back a burst of laughter, hell, it was so bad, I ended up forcing my head to the right just to keep it down. "Is… Is that so?" I said, voice quivering, a stupid grin on my face.

"Shut up! It's not fucking funny!" He snapped, lips beginning to form a pout, "If I were the one who fell asleep, you would have kicked my ass awake to get what you wanted. Be grateful I let you sleep!"

I sighed, still smiling, but swallowing the slight chortle that threatened to ruin everything. He simply looked at me the way he does when he's embarrassed, trying a bit too hard to look normal, and failing. I reached up and placed my hands gently against his jaw, and pulled him in just close enough that I could let my forehead touch his. I closed my eyes, and just thought for a bit. I could feel him shake ever so gently under my hands, after all, he was still cold from being outside just a few minutes ago, and my flesh was already warmed, when hot and cold touch, the reaction is clear.

"Mel-"

"Sorry. Again." I smiled, surprised with how soft my voice had suddenly become.

"Mello…"

"I never apologized about that either, did I?" I laughed, "…I'll….. To pay you back..… Go ahead."

He didn't say a word, but quivered as he lifted his arm to grab my wrist, and the other he slipped under my chin and pulled my lips up to his, where they touched, and joined. And for a while, they stayed that way. My eyes were shut, and yet I knew his were too…. Sure, he tasted like an ashtray, but the overall sensation made up for that. His fingers slipped out from under my jaw to around my neck, and pulled me close with little force needed, because I willingly pressed myself up against him, letting my arms wrap around him and cross on his back, grabbing hold of his jacket. He forced his mouth harder onto mine, and realizing this, I did the same. I was utterly absorbed in him, just allowing my mind to be taken away by his kiss while at the same time I let his tongue roam wherever it liked.. To be honest… He's… Probably the only one who's touch has sent me into another state of mind like this- and… I've always wanted him to be the only one who could do it. But really, I don't believe that anyone but my Matt had that power. The power to peel away those coarse, cold outer layers of mine and reveal my…… Well, the real me. The me that I've tried all of my life not to let anyone see, the weaker, easier to move Mello. That I've always thought would just be a nuisance to my life and all I tried to achieve.

But it was quite the contrary in moments like these.

No, during these moments I… I was able to just let go of all I was caught up in. I could forget about all the crap that was popping up in my crazy, mixed up life, and let myself be carried off by the one person who's always been there for me; the one guy who's always been able to put up with me and my shitty attitudes , and accept who I am, was, and always will be….

And not only that, but let's not forget that Matt is fucking unbearably sexy.

Sexiest damn person I've ever been with.

God he is amazing.

He slid his hand up the back of my neck and ran his fingers through my hair. I felt myself being taken over with a shiver that ran throughout the whole of me as he released my mouth, and we both gasped for air, the remains of the last conversation now the last thing on our minds, I'm sure. His hand still holding my wrist tightly, he began to walk, calmly pulling me behind him. Making our way past the shut laptop, and the snoozing Alvin, who lay in an unbothered slumber on his little pillow, we stepped into the bedroom.

Now, understand, the apartments not very big, and to save some cash and a lot of space, we decided to buy just one full sized bed that we shared. But if I ever needed to, I would sleep on the couch.

I rarely ever need to.

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Now I was laying there, Matt above me, tongue running along my neck and eyes set with lust. I inhaled sharply as it ran it down along my collar and chest, casting me away into desire.

Now, I know, judging by my overall personality, most people imagine I'm more of a dominant person… And I am, I actually call most of the shots when it comes to this sorta thing. But I choose to, well, I choose the bottom, because there's nothing I love more in the world then getting all of Matt's attention, yep, every last bit of it. Because… That's something I've always wished for, but lacked.

Real, loving attention.

I've always been second best in this contest that made up basically my entire life. Always looked upon like I was just a backup plan in case Plan A goes wrong, and in my case, Plan A was Near. It always had been.

Fucking Near!

I could feel anger well up at just the thought of that little albino dildo. He was always pissing me right off. Bloody little-

I felt my muscles tense at his thought- no good, no good. I had to focus on Matt the same way he was focusing on me right now. Pouring out his entire heart into every movement, nuzzling, groping, licking, whatever it took to show me he wanted all of me. And Jesus Christ he sure could show it.

And so would I.

So I decided to turn the tables, lunging at him in a fiery attempt to overtake his entire body with my own. Locking in passionate kisses God knows how many times, and exciting him surely like no one else could.

"We may have-ah… Taken in… That chipmunk…" I said, arms around his neck as he worked to leave marks on mine, "But Matt –nn… Will always be… My dog…"

I could hear him snicker as he toyed with my flesh, "I'll take that as a compliment."

I smiled softly, wincing in pleasure before I spoke, "Good…nn…..You…Should…"

At this point I'm sure all the neighbours could hear us going at it. And frankly, we didn't care. We never cared. Sure, we'd get complaints, and odd stares from everyone in the morning, but we didn't give a damn. If they didn't like it, they could haul up their shit and move the fuck out.

Because we weren't planning on quitting our little sessions anytime soon.

With every thrust I let my voice act out without holding back. The moonlight was coming in through the window, illuminating the floor in the shape of its frame and casting shadows as the clothes that lay scattered blocked its path. The room was actually really nice, and set a great mood for this sort of thing, if you know what I mean. Which judging from what I've already said, you should.

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"I thought I was tired before…" I laughed, breathing like I had just run a mile, finally able to relax.

He laughed too, but his was laboured far more than mind had been. "Damn your stamina." He choked, smiling.

"Now am I allowed to sleep?" I asked, rolling my eyes, but of course smiling.

(After all, sex with Matt is incredible, how could I not be smiling?)

He didn't respond, instead, he used the last bit of his energy to roll over onto his side, and curl up next to me, wrapping himself around my body, and exhaling deeply.

"I'll take that as a yes." I grinned.

Really, without much of a warning, he weakly propped himself up with his arms and hovered over my body for a split second before coming down on my lips, humming a quick, "Mmm-hmm." As he kissed me.

I laughed a bit as he fell back into his spot, "Well then goodnight."

"G'night Mello Yellow." He mumbled happily as he cuddled my body, which, as you've probably guessed by now- was stark naked.

And strangely enough, I had noticed that his skin, which had just not too long ago been freezing from the cold outside, was enticingly warmer than my own. The smell of cigarettes lingered on his flesh, and his auburn-ish, reddish hair tickled my neck, and forced me to shift uncomfortably.

Er, yes, I'm somewhat ticklish.

But only somewhat….

By this point it was 2 AM and the moonlight from outside came crashing in through the window, illuminating the floor in the shape of its casement window frame. The dark outlines of scattered clothing spotted the carpet, end of the bed, and hell, even the corner of the dresser. Note that the clothing thrown on the dresser was Matt's and not mine, remember, I'm the neat one in the relationship.

Matt had rolled over to the other side of the bed now, how long had it been? 30 minutes? Yeah, and he was fast asleep. I could tell because he was on his stomach with his limbs out. He slept like a starfish. As for me, I was having trouble falling asleep, and tossed and turned for almost an hour before deciding to go and get something to drink, in hopes that I could fall asleep quicker with its aid. I slid from the bed and tried my best to stand without my knees giving way. It was odd, I was the one who was tired before, and now it seems I'm too tired to fall asleep. I eased the bedroom door open slowly, because like every door in the gad damn house, it creaked. Loudly.

Immediately I was in the living room, and stepped quickly across the carpet, making my way past the coffee table, Alvin, and an open window. It was unbearably hot out, and the air was thick, so every room, with the exception of the bedroom, felt awful. I reached up to pull the cabinet open and pull out a bottle of anything I could grasp in the dark of the kitchen. I only realized I had grabbed hold of a bottle of vodka after I unscrewed the cap. It was hard not to know it was vodka.

I forced down just enough to get me to finally fall asleep. After all, it was 3 AM and I was lumbering around naked like some fucking idiot in the dark. I set the bottle down on the counter and wandered over to the couch to see if the chipmunk was still alive, because really, I didn't think it would last too long. Not in its condition.

"Put some clothes on, would'ja?"

I stopped. Did Matt wake up?

"Hey genius, did'ja hear me?"

I looked at the bedroom door. Even in the dark you could tell no one was standing there… So, what the hell was going on?

"Who are you?" I hissed, reaching for a gun that I kept in the drawer of the end table.

"Who'dya think I am? Look down."

I saw nothing but the table, the pillow, the laptop, and Alvin…. Looking up at me. Automatically I jumped back, of course startled- I mean, you would have been too if a chipmunk started talking to you out of nowhere!

"For fuck's sake what's going on?" I snapped (though in a hushed tone of course.)

"You swear like a sailor. Didn't you're mother teach you better?" He snapped back in a deeper-than-you-would-expect-a-chipmunks-voice-to-be voice.

Er, sorry for the wording there.

I ignored the mother bit, because you probably already know I was orphaned as a child, and sneered at his ungrateful tone, at the same time trying to clear my head.

"Looks like the alcohols kicked in. Alright rodent, you… I'm just gunna go to bed. I'll be up when I'm sober." I growled, that hateful look in my eyes, placing a hand on my now beating forehead. "Whatever the fuck's wrong with my head will be gone by the time I'm awake again. Don't piss all over our table."

"I don't want to talk to you while you're drunk anyway. But I might as well thank you for what you're doing for me, even if you are a clumsy… naked human."

"I'm talking to a chipmunk. Named Alvin. This proves I need sleep now more than I ever have before." I mumbled.

"Oh, sure. And by the way, no one told me it was mating season." He clicked.

I felt my face become hot. Fuck. Fucking chipmunk. "You were getting a kick out of listening you little asshole. And you know it." I laughed, smirking.

"I don't know what you mean, because I'm not into gay sex. Thanks." He smiled slyly.

I sneered again, "Really? That's surprising."

"No need to get snippy."

"How about you keep your trap shut and let me go to bed. I'm drunk, tired, and annoyed." I yawned, feeling my body swaying without my consent.

"Put some clothes on while you're at it." He snickered.

"Fuck you rat."

"Go fuck that boyfriend of yours, human."

"I could just step on you and that'll be the end of that, you know." I mused, wry grin on my face.

He froze, turned around, and curled up, letting out a muffled, "G'night person." Basically dismissing me.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. That little prick, wait- no, I was drunk. That didn't actually happen did it? Of course not, it's illogical. Uh, anyway, I stumbled across the room, unsure of exactly what happened and unsure of exactly what I was doing, and after easing through the bedroom door, closing it and sliding under the covers, I groaned and curled up too.

"Where'd you go?" Matt mumbled from beside me.

Fuck, he woke up.

"And who were you talking to?" He added.

Double fuck. He had been awake.

I groaned again and put my hand on my forehead. My face was burning up. "One, I just downed a bottle of vodka, and two, I was talking to the rat."

I could hear him shuffle around next to me chuckling, and eventually grabbed hold of my arm, cuddling it as he usually did. "Mells, go to bed already." He laughed, not taking anything I said seriously.

Pff, I probably wouldn't have either.

"I've been trying to…." I yawned, "For the past……. Few……..hours……"

That being the last thing I remember, I suppose I'll tell you what happened afterwords.

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Well, the next morning wasn't great. My head was throbbing like a bitch, I felt horrid, Matt kept laughing about how I was talking to a chipmunk at 3 in the morning… Yeah, not the most wonderful start to a day. In the end though, we kept the chipmunk, and he never did talk to me ever again, so I guess all's well that ends well. Or whatever.

But to be honest, I found myself constantly watching that pet of ours…

Because, you know…

Just in case.

FIN.