Chapter Two

His

No one at Wammy's knew exactly what had happened between the two boys but the next day Mello didn't seem to care that Matt stuck by him. In class the two sat beside each other, during any free times they were at the same proximity and at lunch Matt sat at the blonde's table without hesitation. And the blonde didn't seem to mind. In fact, they actually talked. Soon not one kid would see Mello without Matt or vice versa.

Over the next three years they had learned to trust each other and got used to the other's presence. Over that time much had happened as well. Matt got used to Mello's bi-polar way of acting as Mello got used to Matt's constant gaming. The younger melded into Mello's schedule and there was rarely a moment where the other couldn't find his match. Neither talked too often, at least with other people around, and it seemed that Matt was usually busy playing some game, but truly they knew each other's deepest secrets.

They knew about each other's past, they knew what pissed the other off (and it was a long list of things for Mello), what they really thought about Wammy's, what they wanted to actually do with their life…they knew nearly everything about each other. Matt had adjusted to Mello's hatred for Near and listened to him every time the blonde wanted to rant. Every time Mello wanted to vent out some anger he waited it out, usually just playing a game. There was once that Mello had returned from looking at the score sheet put up monthly. He was still second, and Near was still first (Matt as usual still third).

It seemed that Mello had completely snapped and came in beginning to destroy their room. He was a few months younger below fourteen while Matt had just turned thirteen himself. They didn't keep a lot of clutter in the room, though if there was any real mess it was on Matt's side which annoyed Mello to no end. The blonde had been so pissed off that Matt's attention had actually been pulled from the video game he was playing. After ten minutes of Mello only working himself up more Matt had stood and walked over to the male. And then he slapped him. Mello had turned furious blue eyes on the male and punched him.

With all his anger in the punch he found that it had quickly evaporated. And Matt, wincing as he touched the already darkening mark, knew that he knew Mello best. And he would go to any length to keep the blonde himself. But Mello had been a bit upset about this and surprised Matt with a hug, acting as if the redhead was fragile in his arms.

"Why are you…?" Matt had asked but Mello had only buried his face in Matt's hair.

"Just shut up." He mumbled as he hugged the redhead. So the younger did and enjoyed the feeling of Mello hugging him.

It was only a few days before Mello's birthday when Matt began to feel a stronger attraction to Mello. He never really considered anything more than the strong friendship they had but after that day he definitely did. They had been forced outside, which Matt always hated, and it had been insanely hot out that day. The sun had blared down on all the children and despite drinking water every few minutes most became dehydrated. Matt had sat beneath a tree, sweating and scowling as he tried to focus on his game. Mello had been leaning against the tree beside him, staring up at the leaves of the tree thoughtfully.

"I hate it here Matt." Mello said. Matt hummed in a sort of acknowledgement, not saying anything merely because Mello had said this many times before.

Mello was silent again and Matt's eyes flickered over to the male, surprised that he hadn't continued. Mello wasn't usually one for just mentioning something then letting it drop again. Mello let his gaze drop over to his redhead friend and they stared at each other for a moment. The blonde suddenly reached out and grabbed Matt's game from him, smirking as Matt pouted slightly. He honestly found the younger adorable. He held his game captive until Matt tried to move. He then tossed it to the side and moved to pin the smaller to the green grass. Matt blinked at how fast that had happened the looked up at Mello in confusion.

"Mel-" He had began to say but then the blonde did the most surprising thing. He kissed him.

He leaned down and pressed their lips together, and as far as both knew it was each other's first kiss. Mello was never one to be hesitant but he had been almost that as he pressed his lips to Matt's. As he had always thought, Matt's lips were soft and warm against his own, shyly kissing his back. He smiled slightly at how cute Matt could be and nibbled his bottom lip to ask for entrance. Matt granted this and carefully Mello began to explore his mouth.

The two didn't know how long they stayed in their secluded little spot behind the tree but when they finally decided it was time to go in the sun was beginning to set. Mello had taken Matt's hand and Matt had been so shocked he didn't even protest. He just let the blonde pull him back to their room. When they were laying in their separate beds that night, both listening to each other's breathing in the silent room, they had similar questions dancing in their heads.

Mello's mind had the question "Why the hell did I do that?" floating around while Matt was wondering "Why did Mello kiss me, and why did I kiss back?"

Almost at the same time, both boys turned around in their bed to look at each other. Their eyes locked and they stared at each other, not saying anything. And then Mello lifted his bed covers in an almost welcoming gesture and Matt slipped from his own bed and into Mello's. Curling up next to his blonde best friend, he nuzzled his face into Mello's neck, closing his eyes. Mello put his chin on top of the smaller's head and knew he was content – that every worry just drifted from his mind as he held the redhead.

"I want you to know that you're mine Matt – that means no one else is allowed to touch you the way I like to." Mello whispered. These words made the young Matt shiver but he nodded.

Yes he was Mello's, yes he'll kiss the older, yes he'll do whatever he wants and yes he'll let him touch him. Though he knew Mello had never really touched him in any manner that stuck out from any best friend's way, he could feel a sort of excitement at the idea that Mello would someday. But he knew he would always be content with being his.