A/N: Okay, so I though that since the first chapter was almost all Mello, that this one would be mostly Matt. I suppose the next will be Mello again...XD
Thank you for all the wonderful reviews, I felt so guilty for not uploading faster...BUT THAT'S A GOOD THING! Because here's chp. 2...finally...
Disclaimer: No, I still don't own Death Note. However I recently bought a adorable Matt doll...XD I love him to DAAAEETH! :D
Mello awoke the next morning to a shaft of bright, watery, sunlight shining directly on his face. He scrunched up his eyes and rolled over, stuffing his face into the pillow in a futile attempt to get back to sleep. He heard someone snicker nearby and cracked open one cerulean eye to glare at the boy standing next to the bed.
"Shut it, Matt. Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?" Matt only smirked, before crossing the tiny bedroom in two strides, and throwing open the drapes; letting the sunlight flood the room.
"Aaugh! Fuck!" Matt turned around curiously, to see a single arm clutching desperately at the blankets and the mattress. It appeared as though the blonde had started so violently at the sudden shock of light that he had actually fallen off the bed. Matt simply blinked for a moment before bursting into raucous laughter. A groan emitted from the boy on the floor, and Matt took pity on him, climbing onto the bed, and pulling Mello and all the blankets back onto the mattress. The chocoholic inched over, burying his face into Matt's leg, muttering against the soft material of his Pikachu pyjama pants.
"What's that Mell? I can't hear you…" Matt smirked slightly. Mello lifted his head to glare at the redhead with icy blue eyes.
"I SAID, you will really regret doing that." Matt bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing out loud again. Instead, he made a muffled sort of giggle. He regretted letting any noise out seconds later, when Mello slugged him in the stomach. All the air left his lungs suddenly, and he fell backwards onto the floor, swearing loudly.
"Goddamnit Mello! Whadya do that for?" cerulean eyes simply blinked at him from between the mattress and the comforter. A part of the redhead's mind that wasn't focused on the pain in his middle and tailbone observed that Mello looked extremely cute bundled up in the blanket like that. Like a little mischievous boy again, not a dangerous mafia leader.
"I told you, you'd regret it." The said mafia leader's voice was slightly muffled, making his voice all the more adorable to the gamer. Matt shrugged, the pain was almost gone, though he'd bet his Xbox there'd be a giant bruise later.
"Well, I guess you were right." He stood, running a hand through his crimson hair. 'I really need a shower…' he thought, but he decided it could wait until after breakfast. Maybe. Turning back to Mello, who was still wrapped up like a sausage in the comforter, he asked,
"What do you want for breakfast? I think we still have some pancake mix left…or there's cereal." The blonde just looked at him in a hopeful sort of way. Matt sighed.
"You're not having chocolate for breakfast. You need some real food for once." A sort of half-pout crept onto Mello's full lips, and Matt shook his head, smiling internally at the expression spreading across his boyfriend's face. Mello may be a full-fledged mafia member and a excellent gunman, but he was still just a little kid inside. 'a little kid with a serious inferiority complex…' Matt added as an afterthought.
It was no secret that Mello had suffered from this complex for years, in fact, ever since Matt had met the blonde at the orphanage when they were 10 years old. 'and he probably was like that before too..' he thought. It was also no secret who the origin of the problem was. The gamer sincerely believed that Near was the only thing in the whole world who could drive Mello literally to the point of insanity. The man spent so much time screaming about the little sheep that they had gotten into a fight about it last night. Matt grimaced, remembering. He still felt a little guilty for storming off the way he had, but it was hard to take. Hearing his best friend and lover obsessing over another boy for what seemed like the millionth time, it hurt.
He tore himself out of thoughts in time to hear Mello say,
"Fine. No chocolate for breakfast. Can I sleep some more?" the redhead nodded, then realized that Mello wasn't looking at him, and therefore still waiting for a reply.
"Yeah, I'm gonna take a shower. You go ahead and go back to sleep, I'll make something to eat when I'm done." Making breakfast for Mello would be his apology for getting so angry, Matt decided. That, and letting him sleep more. Generally he had to drag the gunman out of bed so they could go back to work on stakeout, but since they had been working such long hours lately neither of them had gotten much sleep. Matt knew for a fact that Mello hadn't gotten more than 5 hours a night since he had come up with the kidnapping knows the man needed rest.
Matt looked once more at the gunman's lanky body, bundled in blankets, lying sideways across the bed. He smiled, and mouthed "I love you" at the boy, knowing full well he couldn't see him, before turning and walking into the bathroom.
As soon as the bathroom door clicked closed, Mello raised his head slightly; blonde locks falling into his eyes. "I Love you too, Matt." He said softly, before burrowing back into the covers and sleep.
So theres part 2... I can't decide whether to put a lemon in the next chapter or not...if you have an idea or vote for yes/no please leave it in the reviews!
and, as always, review PLEASE! they make me feel guilty, and a guilty Clary writes more fanfics... XD!