Due to popular demand here is part 2 of the "Times and Life" three-shot!

"The Times and Life of an Ex-Convict Husband"

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, Cheerios, Mustangs, Mario (or his mushrooms), Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours", or Desperate Housewives

Sleep. One of life's most necessary quirks. One's body would recover and heal as the mind got time to play in a way that consciousness could never copy. It was therapeutic, it was healing, it was even important for development. On top of that, sleep was quite enjoyable. So enjoyable, in fact, that a certain brunette gamer opted to pull the covers over his head and refuse his duty to wake up in the wee hours of the morning.

5:03 AM

The sound of Mello throwing their newest alarm clock down the stairs made an effort to wake the younger man up, but he just sighed and forced himself back to sleep. Mello was always throwing things around and he was too used to it to be kept awake. Still, it would be nice if his dearest blond would be a little quieter as he tried to sleep.

"Fucking shit!"

Hm, so he ran into that chest again. Matt wondered if Mello was incapable of seeing things in the dark or if he just had a habit of hitting that beautiful piece of decoration in their room. Honestly, it wasn't as if the chest jumped out and planted itself in Mello's way. But that would be funny. A smile curled on the brunette's lips as the thought of the heavy oak chest chasing the cursing blond danced through his sleepy mind. That thought only led to a strange string of dreams that involved a Cheshire cat and Mello in a blue and white dress.

5:19 AM

"Not this again," Matt groaned as water was mercilessly spritzed in his face. Wasn't doing something like that abuse? "Just a few more minutes, Mels," he begged.

The European man just stared as his lazy lover tried to hide under his side of the covers. Hah, as if Mello would let that bum stay in bed any longer. "Get up now, or I'll be forced to hurt you."

"Come one," he whined as he rolled around. "A few more minutes isn't going to kill me."

Sighing, Mello dropped the water bottle and left the room. After grumbling a little, Matt tried to get comfortable. Still, he was thankful for any extra time he could spend sleeping. Unfortunately, his lover was a stubborn ass and refused to let him have that precious time. A wide awake and curious child was planted on the small of his back where it proceeded to crawl to his hair and tug at it.

"Change him," Mello commanded before heading back down to deal with burnt breakfast.

Pinching his nose, Matt rolled over carefully and looked down at his baby boy. Large eyes stared up at him before a squeal of delight echoed through the room and a large grin covered that chubby face.

"You…you're just so darn cute!" Matt cried and he hugged the boy. "And so stinky too!"

Hauling the boy to the bathroom, he kicked the toilet seat down and cleaned Lawliet's diapers on it. Once his boy smelled like a bunch of roses, he set the boy on the impeccable floor and focused his attentions on brushing his teeth. The image greeting him in the mirror had hair sticking up in every direction, bleary looking blue eyes, and a pale yet well-formed chest. He was a hot looking nerd if he did say so himself. Seriously, if someone as divine as Mello was still living with him there had to be something he was doing right.

"Whath joo thnk?" he asked his son who was playing with his father's restless foot.

"Eh?" Lawliet asked as he tilted his head.

"Joo thnk Melso shinks 'm hosh?"

Lawliet stared at his father for a moment before shrugging. Matt just giggled at his son's reaction. That round face looked so intelligent that he sometimes wondered if Lawliet really did understand what they were saying as was just biding his time to rule the world. Yeah, that sounded plausible.

"Mama," Lawliet said clearly as he played with his father's sock. "Mama."

Toothpaste and spit sprayed all over the bathroom mirror as Matt realized that his baby just said his first words.

"HOLY SHIT!!!!" he screeched in sheer joy. Lawliet looked alarmed as Matt grabbed him and sprinted to a confused looking Mello. The baby was held out to his mother as Matt babbled happily. "He just said 'Mama' Mello he really did I heard him and he knew what he was saying because I was talking about you I said really nice things of course but he knows you and said 'Mama' his first word!!!!"

Mello stared at both of the boys and wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion. Matt was speed talking of course, and his excitement only made the baby start giggling and making other happy and hyper noises.

"What the fuck are you ranting about?" Mello asked, trying to get his sleep deprived mind to start working.

"Mama," Lawliet replied for Matt. Mello shrieked in surprise and happiness as his little boy spoke to him.

"Fuck he's talking!!! Matt, he's talking!"

"I know! He's so smart!"

"He said 'Mama'!"

"Yeah!"

Both adults were jumping up and down in excitement that only parents can know. This is the excitement they get when a baby burps, speaks, spits, laughs, or walk. Yes, such is the life of a set of overjoyed parents.

"Could you yell any louder?" Near complained as he walked into the kitchen sleepily. His white curly hair was mussed from his having to sleep on the couch last night. "One would think that world peace had just been achieved," he continued to grumble.

"He talked, Near!" Mello cried in joy forgetting about the fact that breakfast was about to be burnt twice that morning. "He said 'Mama'!"

"And? Children are expected to speak," Near retorted as he took his place at the table. "I don't understand you two's reaction."

Matt smiled sadly at Near as he handed Lawliet to his overexcited mother. "Well, even though it's supposed to happen, no one really knows when it will, Near. It's a gift, a present to see a child growing up."

Near still looked puzzled, but decided not to ruin the couple's happy moment with any more calloused remarks. If they were happy, then it was not his place to take that away from them. Matt just petted the younger boy's head softly. He understood that Near wouldn't understand something so…human. One of these days though, when he had his own family and his own baby, then he would understand. For now, it was just good that he could see it.

"Mama," Lawliet repeated earning another round of praise and affectionate hugs.

"Gonna finish cleaning up," Matt informed Mello before pressed a kiss to those perfect lips.

"Ugh, you still have toothpaste in your mouth," Mello chided as he wiped his mouth. "Don't forget to comb your damn hair."

Matt winked in response earning himself an ass swat by his lover. Running up the stairs, Matt shimmied to the bathroom in his special uncoordinated way. Once there, he finished cleaning up and got dressed for work. Even his eternally messy hair was attacked with Mello's expensive comb. It didn't really affect the hair, but it was the thought that counted.

Breakfast with Mello, Near, and Lawliet brought a smile to his face, and a pleasantly painful throb to his chest. Near was complaining about the oatmeal and Mello was threatening to shove it down the other's throat in a most violent manner. The baby started singing in his own language as he attempted to eat all of his Cheerios. Milk spilled, fruits were thrown, and dishes were broken, but to the young gamer, this was nothing short of perfect.

5:53 AM

"Here you are, Nate," Matt informed as he pulled up to the hotel were Near was supposed to be staying as he worked on a few cases in the area.

"Don't call me that," Near chided in his monotone voice.

"Well, I hope that you didn't hate staying at out place too much," the gamer snorted.

Near just smiled. "Of course I didn't."

"Call me up if you need anything!"

The pale, sickly man-child just waved in reply as Matt revved his engine and made the mad dash to get to work on time. Really, Mello shouldn't have let him buy the Mustang by Giugiaro (1). It was an absolute beast, and the brunette was not shy about flaunting its glorious power even in the early morning. Stop lights were mere suggestions, speed limits a joke, and the roads themselves were nothing as he glided over it.

Both windows were rolled down all the way to keep the smell of his cigarettes from permeating into the perfect vehicle. This baby had transcended the title of mere "car" and had become a road monster. The interior had been customized to have all leather and cherry oak. A pair of black fuzzy dice hung from his rear view mirror and his foot mat had a rich green 1-up Mushroom.

Cranking up the radio to barely tolerable levels, Matt began to sing along with a familiar song. "Before the cool done run out, I'll be giving it my bestest, and nothing's going to stop me but divine intervention; I reckon it's again my turn to win some or learn some." Screeching into the parking garage, he didn't miss a beat.

"Bu-ut I won't he-i-tate no more, no more, it cannot wait, I'm yours!"

6:04 AM

"Matthew, you're late."

Looking up from the mess around his desk, the brunette fought the urge to sigh. His anal retentive manager was tapping his foot impatiently. That man's tie was way too tight and his balding head was the wearisome source of glares on people's screens. Not to mention that this guy was an utter jerk who was always looking for ways to make his people's lives miserable. Somehow, Matt's easy-go-lucky attitude and disrespect for authority made him the main target of this man's wrath.

"Yeah."

"Well?" Those perfect and expensive shoes were tapping agitatedly on the linoleum.

"What?" Matt asked playing ignorant.

"You know what Matthew! You still haven't even signed in! This means you'll have to work overtime, young man and…"

By that point in the lecturing, Matt was already far gone. All those years of being scolded by Roger had taught him the invaluable lesson of tuning out annoying old men who think that their being older man them the lords and kings of the place. Yeah, Matt didn't give a shit about that. Besides, he was completely sure that he couldn't even be fired. Sitting down at his messy desk, he began to prepare for another day's lame ass work.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!" the manager screeched in exasperation.

"Huh?"

Matt looked up to see the manager (whose name was Bob) tugging at his remaining hair.

"Alright Bob," a deep voice chuckled. "Go take care of something else, and I'll talk to Matt."

Both men turned to see an elderly black man looking impeccable in his suit standing there. His peppered hair was cut close and round glasses covered bright intelligent eyes. Although he was a bit heavy set, his height helped make up for that.

"Yes, sir," Bob replied before shooting Matt a scalding glare.

"Bye Bobby!" the gamer said cheerfully before turning to his real boss. "Sorry I was late, Boss. An old friend stayed over and Lawliet said his first word!"

The paternal pride emanating from the skinny young man made his boss laugh. "What was it?" he asked.

"He said 'Mama'! Mello was so freakin' happy."

Chuckling, the older man ruffled Matt's unruly hair. "Just don't make it a habit."

"Sure thing. Hey, will I get any fun work today? Oh, and I want to go eat lunch with Mello, is that ok?"

"Let me look at this schedule," the boss mumbled as he looked into his file. Joel Kingston was the owner of a multi-million dollar computer company and people like Matt was how he stayed ahead of the game. Matt was his ultimate weapon in the business world, though. "Ah, looks like you get to tear up our newest edition of our OS. Feel free to tamper with it and give the programmers some hell."

Grinning wickedly, Matt nodded. It was for these moments that he lived for. "You know me well, Boss."

"That I do," Joel mumbled. "If I don't keep you entertained, you'll screw my entire line up." The brunette chose not to admit or deny. He just smiled.

After handing Matt a thick folder with some information on his jobs for the day, Joel left to attend his other workers. The gamer just shoved the folder to a corner of his desk and began to get ready. All his customized computers were turned on and he ran a quick check through them. His job consisted mostly of testing out products. The programmers would create various programs from operating systems to new photo editing software and Matt was given permission to hack the programs and point out their flaws. His favorite were the newest firewalls and virus protections that he got to perfect. There still wasn't a single program or computer that he couldn't hack, but a few managed to give him a little trouble.

"Ugh, you always have to cause trouble so damn early," a co-worker complained as she leaned against his desk.

"Yeah, this place needs some excitement so early," Matt yawned as he put his DS to charge. "You should be thanking me, Cass."

The blond busty woman chuckled as she blew on her black coffee. Her tanned skin was complimented by the charcoal skirt and white shirt she was wearing. High black heels accentuated her well formed legs and her pencil skirt flattered her figure as well. This woman was the essence of fashion and beauty also blessed with an intelligent mind. Although at first glance she looked like the office slut, Cassandra was one of the best programmers in the building. Her goal was to make Matt work for at least a week to break into one of her firewalls.

"You're a dickhead."

"Thanks."

Matt pulled her coffee cup away and took a long sip of the hot beverage. Cassandra just rolled her brown eyes. She had always been fond of her socially challenged co-worker, even more so after she realized that he was in no way lustful after her body. Being in a place full of nerds who only fantasized about women like her was always frustrating, and she found that Matt took her more seriously than anyone else. He challenged her mind and could always carry a decent conversation. Oh, and his sarcasm was the cherry on top.

"Give me coffee and get back to work," she commanded as she looked down at his picture of his family. It was the only picture on the desk, and he had mentioned that this was one of the rare times that his lover allowed him to take a picture.

"Well, you better get your ass to work," Matt groaned as he stretched in his padded chair. "Let's see what I can destroy today."

11:48 AM

"Ugh, I can't wait to get some decent lunch," the gamer whined as he spun around in his chair.

"You've got two minutes before you can get out of here," Cassandra observed as she played on Matt's PSP. Glancing up at the gullible man, she decided that playing with his mind a little would be too bad. "I was watching Desperate Housewives the other day," she remarked casually.

"What the fuck? You waste your time watching a show with a bunch of sluts in it?"

"It was actually kind of interesting when I got to thinking about it," she continued. "It really is. I mean, the idea of it is sound when thinking about the real world. Wives are people too and when left all alone for hours they eventually have to find ways to entertain themselves."

"That's what video games are for," Matt reasoned as he continued to spin around.

"Well, engaging in a forbidden relationship is far more entertaining," Cassandra replied as she glanced at the man. "Especially if the wife is an adventurous and independent individual. After all, just trying it would be more thrilling than any game you own."

Wrinkling his nose in thought, Matt couldn't help but wonder about Mello. The blond was definitely independent and he had always had a hard time sitting around for any period of time. He was always finding ways of getting himself into trouble, but lately he hadn't done anything of the sort.

Matt had simply thought that it was because they now had Lawliet and Mello's maternal instincts kept him from endangering himself or his child, but what if that wasn't the case? What if Mello was merely keeping out of trouble because he was busy having filthy sex with some other man all day? That thought made the brunette shudder in rage. No man had the right to touch his Mello! But he would never know if that was the case because he was always at work.

Cassandra smirked as she watched the poor boy chew his lip nervously. He really was too much fun to tease. "Well, I wouldn't be surprised if there were hundreds if not thousands of cheating wives in this very city," she stated seriously. "Hmm, I wonder what that would be like for the husband?"

Glancing at the clock, Matt jumped up from his chair. "I'm going to lunch!" he shouted as he sprinted for the stairs to reach the car garage faster.

12:06 PM

Thoughts of Mello cheating on him simply because he was bored of sitting at home all day haunted Matt as he raced through the streets. It wasn't completely impossible! Seriously, he was nothing more than a scrawny geek who had sensitive eyes. There was nothing redeemable about him! On the other hand, Mello was a masterpiece of creation. He was perfectly shaped in every area, and was gifted with a mind so ridiculously intelligent that it made Albert Einstein look like a confused fool. He could pull off leather better than any dominatrix, and could crack a whip better than them too. Mello also knew several martial arts simply because he was bored, learned over ten languages, and even ran the motherfucking mafia for a few years just because he could! From all the crazy things he had done in his life, sitting around at home had probably pushed him to do something he had never done before, even in his criminal career. Mello was cheating on him. He had become a most desperate housewife.

Peeling around the final corner, Matt was utterly horrified to see Mello out in the front yard with a man that he didn't know. Slamming on his brakes in front of the house, he seethed as he watched the man step protectively in front of the small blond. Damn it all, it was true! How dare this man think he could steal away Mello!

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" the stupid man demanded as Matt stomped to him.

Before Mello could explain, or say anything at all, Matt punched the stranger right in the nose. The sickening sound of the delicate cartilage breaking was music to the gamer's ears and he jumped on the man and began to wail on him. He didn't know any kind of martial arts or any fancy ways of beating people up, but his rage was enough to keep his fists flying. Mello was shouting something, but all he could hear was a constant ringing. This man would suffer for touching what wasn't his.

A bony fist connected with Matt's cheekbone, sending him reeling back onto the well-kept lawn. Looking up in shock, he saw Mello with his knuckles brandished and a very pissed off look on his face.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" he shouted as he moved to help the bleeding man.

"You, you-! You!"

"I don't speak idiot," he hissed harshly as he finally managed to get the man to his feet. "Now drag your ass inside and tell me what the hell's gotten into you!"

Confused, furious, but helpless to Mello's will, Matt followed the two of them in. His brilliant blue eyes were flashing with venomous anger as he stared accusingly as the two other people in the kitchen. The blond wet some clothes and applied them to the other man's broken nose with more pressure than was probably comfortable.

"You're cheating on me," Matt finally choked out, tears brimming but refusing to fall.

"What?!" Mello screeched as he squeezed the man's nose harder. The unfortunate man squeaked in pain but Mello shot him a seething glare. Those eyes soon turned back to Matt with barely contained fury.

"You're cheating on me with that guy!" Matt continued to accuse, though a small part of him began to doubt.

"This idiot? HAVE YOU COMPLETELY LOST YOUR MARBLES?!!!!"

Taken aback, Matt gaped at his lover as Mello continued to apply unwanted pressure to the crying man's nose. Wasn't he the one who was supposed to be yelling?

"Why the hell would I cheat on you?! You're such a selfish bastard! Thinking so low of me, like I'm some common slut you picked off the street!"

"B-but you-"

"No, you shut up!" Now Matt was sure that he had made a monumental mistake. "This is the fucking street police person! He tried to kidnap Lawliet the other day and came to apologize for the misunderstanding!"

Matt didn't even think before launching himself at the man again, fully intending to kill the son of a bitch who thought that he could kidnap Lawliet and seduce Mello. That man was lower than dirt and he was going to feel just like that if Matt had anything to say about that.

Large round eyes of a child watched in amazement from the doorway as his parents and the strange man from the other day all tangled into a ball of flailing limbs, merciless fists, and cheap shot kicks. Not surprisingly, Mama ended the victor of the gladiator match and stood over the other two with nothing more than messy hair and a split lip.

12:50 PM

"Wow," Matt sighed into the icepack he was holding against his swollen face. "That's…wow."

"I'ma stho sthorry," Dan the unfortunate police officer said through the bag of ice he was holding against his broken nose. Mello had patched the both of them up and was now attending Lawliet so that the two idiots could talk it out. "I din't know cwho you were."

"No, I'm so sorry!" Matt apologized shaking his head. "I was being stupid, and I shouldn't have hit you."

He was feeling like an utter jerk. Not only did he doubt Mello's faithfulness, but he also attacked an innocent man who was trying to make amends for the last misunderstanding he had with Mello. If Mello really wanted to cheat on Matt, he would definitely be smart enough not to broadcast the affair on the front lawn. All the evidence was contrary to such a foolish idea, but at the idea it all seemed right. Well, wrong.

"I hope you feel like a jack-ass," Mello hissed at his poor lover as he helped Lawliet into the high chair and placed some snacks in front of him. "And you," he glared at Dan, "don't ever try to 'protect' me ever again. I can take care of myself just fine." Both men just hung their heads in shame.

"I'm sorry, Mello," Matt sniffed as he stared at the table. He really had been a jerk to his poor house wife.

"Me thoo," Dan apologized even though he was pretty sure that the agony he had to endure from Mello's fixing the broken nose was more than enough compensation.

Mello just sighed as he looked at the two ashamed men. "Well, just don't do it again." Once they both nodded, the blond shook his head and set lunch out for them. "I guess I owe you guys lunch for knocking the shit out of you two. Pansies."

1:31 PM

"AH HA HA HA HA! What the heck happened to you?!"

Everyone in the office was staring at the embarrassed brunette as Cassandra held her sides and laughed at his expense. The left side of his face was swollen and his delicate knuckles were bruised and swollen as well.

"Could you make a bigger scene?" he hissed in annoyance, not liking that everyone was trying to eavesdrop and find out why the laziest guy in their department (and in the whole company) was beat up and blushing in embarrassment.

"Oh, oh, this is too funny," she choked as she wiped the tears from her eyes. "Don't tell me you approached Mello with that Desperate Housewife thing!"

"Please shut up!" he hissed. "I'll buy you dinner, just shut up!"

"Ok, ok, but you have to tell me everything!"

"Fine! Just go away!"

Cassandra continued to chuckle even as she walked away. Matt just stuck his nose back into his work and tried to finish everything so that he could go back home. He was planning on cooking dinner and taking care of Lawliet so that Mello could be free to do whatever he wanted. It was the least he could do for making a fool of himself and accusing Mello of such a dirty thing. He really did feel horrible for that, but it only made his insecurities bubble up.

There was no way that he was good enough for Mello, and it seemed that he was just waiting for the blond to leave him. He couldn't believe that the older man would want to stay with him forever and raise Lawliet like real parents would. There was no doubt that they both loved the little boy dearly, but still, Matt was nothing. He wasn't handsome, he wasn't witty, and he wasn't even talented in any meaningful way. All he could do was play video games and hack into computers. Oh, and make a complete fool of himself. If he were Mello, he would have left a long time ago.

3:15 PM

"Mels? I'm home!"

Matt had come home utterly depressed. He had taken Cassandra to a café to buy her dinner and told her about the whole affair. After she had a good laugh about the whole thing, she gave him a hug and tried to console him, but he didn't really feel better. Even though he was trying, he wasn't making a very good husband at all.

Not hearing any response from Mello, he sighed and headed to the kitchen to get ready to cook dinner. Biting his lip in disappointment he saw that dinner was already finished and that Mello had even made him a carrot cake, his favorite. He should be the one apologizing, not Mello.

"Sorry, didn't hear you come in," Mello called from upstairs. "I'll be right down there." When Mello finally came down, he was surprised to see such a long look on his lover. "Are you ok?"

"I'm really sorry," Matt sniffled trying not to cry. He didn't want to look weak in front of the most important person in the world to him. "I don't deserve you."

"What's this bullshit?" Mello asked softly as he pulled Matt into a soft hug. "Who was stupid enough to suggest that?"

"Me."

Mello sighed. "Don't say that, Mattie. I was wrong to snap at you the way I did too. We were both wrong, but that's ok. Everything's fine now. I'm not mad at you; are you made at me?"

"No," Matt mumbled into Mello's neck.

"Good. Hey, how about you take a nap before dinner? It's just cold shit again, so you don't have to worry about eating it quickly."

Nodding, Matt let Mello take him upstairs to their bedroom. Soft pale fingers worked the clothes off the brunette and the sweet mouth pressed open mouthed kisses down Matt's bare chest. Still, the gamer didn't feel deserving attention, so he gently pushed his lover away. Huffing, Mello stared at Matt curling under the sheets for a minute before he walked away in defeat. Mere minutes later, he was back with a brand new tactic that was sure to work.

Matt felt the pressure of someone climbing into bed with him and he sighed softly. Mello was so good to him no matter what he did. Maybe he should quit pouting and give his boyfriend some loving back. After all, Mello never approached him unless he himself was interested in some adult cuddling or more. "Mello, I really-"

As soon as he saw his lover, Matt's mind went blank and his mouth dropped open. Kneeling at the foot of the bed in a very provocative manner, Mello was giving his best bedroom eyes, but that wasn't the only thing making the gamer's blood run south. Nope, that would be the tight leather hugging the milky skin and soft curves. Licking his palm, Mello slowly dragged it down over his chest teasingly tugging at his silver zipper.

Swallowing hard, Matt watched entranced as that little piece of metal slowly made its way down. Peeking under the vest was the perfect expanse of chest that was rising up slowly before settling back down. Those thin fingers slipped past the vest and teased the edge of the leather pants, playing with the laces that were hiding a stiffening member. Realizing that he was panting from just watching, Matt decided that maybe make-up sex would be a good idea at this point.

Neither of them was much in the mood for foreplay, so Matt tackled Mello, nearly taking them both off the bed. Their lips collided with the earth-shaking force of passion and Matt almost didn't have the mind to move to a less treacherous position. Fortunately for the both of them, he did pull Mello to the middle of the bed before his hands attacked the leather clothes. His hungry mouth ravaged the bared flesh and his fingers struggled to reveal even more of that flesh. Mello, however, was not one to take it lying down in any circumstance.

Shoving his knee between Matt's legs, he began to rub the hard member that was encased in the boxer briefs. Blunt nails ran down both his lover's arms leaving delicate red welts and he lavished attention at the pulse on Matt's right wrist. Being one of his sensitive spots, it drove the gamer crazy and he soon shoved his tongue into the European's mouth just to gain some kind of control in this situation. Once they were both completely naked, things only heated up.

"Fuck, Mattie!" Mello panted as he watched Matt struggle to get the lube container open. "Get the damn thing open already!"

"I-I'm trying!" he snapped back as he tried to will his shaking hands to work for one freakin' minute. "They gotta make it so motherfucking hard!"

"It's just prevention measures," Mello reasoned as he slapped Matt's hands away and worked on the tube himself. "Make sure punk ass kids don't screw around."

Matt groaned in pleasure as he watched Mello lean back and spread his legs wide. Pouring the lubrication on three of his own fingers, the blond smiled wickedly as he teased his own entrance. The brunette was nearly crazy with lust and just watching his lover prepare himself was almost too much.

"D-don't do that, oh fuck! Oh, Mels, oh.."

"Don't h-have an orgasm without me," Mello chuckled as he continued to prepare himself. "Now put your cock in me, babe."

In no mind to disagree, Matt lifted up Mello's legs and pressed into the warm body with a low groan. The Slovenian cried out in pleasure as he arched his back and adjusted to the familiar body within him. Barely able to even think straight, he took a hold of Matt's hand and entwined their fingers.

"How…could…you think…anyone else?" he asked sadly as he squeezed the hand of his boyfriend.

"Ngh, I…gods…"

"No one…else!"

Mello's free hand clenched at the sheets as Matt began to pick up his pace, angling his thrusts to hit the blond's prostate. Each movement seemed to give the insecure gamer better clarity even as it sent his mind reeling with pleasure. There would never be anyone else for him, and Mello really did feel the same way about him. Even if he couldn't understand it, Mello really did love him and wanted to stay with him, raise a child with him, and love him.

Having a chance to make love with each other was few and far between ever since Lawliet showed up and their endurance wasn't up to par. Still, this didn't bother either of the lovers as they drew near completion. The length of the lovemaking didn't matter; it was the love being made that was important.

"I love you, Mihael," Matt whispered into his lover's ear as he pulled Mello up into his lap. "Mngh, I love you so fucking much!"

Crying out in pleasure, the blond rode the gamer to completion, forcing a kiss at the last minute. Tremors shook through their bodies as they clutched each other and kissed like there was no tomorrow. Hands caressed and lips clicked as they wound down from climax. Gently laying Mello back, Matt kissed his cheek and laid next to his sated lover.

"I love you too, you know," Mello whispered, making the younger man smile widely. "I love you too."

Although it was stressful at times and he was full of all kinds of insecurities, Matt couldn't help but think that he was living the good life. He had a loving house wife who would wear leather just for him, a cute baby boy who started talking, and most of all a family. Maybe being a working husband wasn't so bad.

"Damn, we left the door open," Mello groaned.

"Tch, I'm sure that Lawliet didn't hear a thing."

Yeah, this wasn't bad at all.

Author's Notes: (1) Check this sick car out at: (http://) (www) (dot) (autoclub) (dot) (com) (dot) (au/2006/11/) (ford-mustang-giugiaro-concept) (dot) (html) You know the drill, just make "dot" into an actual "." and remove the parentheses. Hmm, I feel kind of bad for Dan the police man. He got his ass handed to him by both boys. What next for him? So yay for me! I kept this from going all angsty, but I still had to add a little in there. It was a good excuse for some make-up sex. ^_^

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