A/N: Another chapter! Haha. Not sure what to say up here, but...Hmm. Yeah. Had fun writing this. I'll probably continue with another oneshot to add - as soon as I get some ideas. Lol.

Oh, and this one is not told from anyone's point of view.

Enjoy!

Chapter Two: Daylight Romance.

The hour was nearly noontime.

11:54am, to be exact.

Gentle rays of sunlight slipped from between the blinds and spilled graciously over Mello's pure-golden hair, tempting Matt to reach out a hand and rake through the beautiful locks. There was a noise of slight protest from a half-awake Mello, and a small yawn, as he turned over to face his love. He shot a glare.

"Uhnnn," he groaned, fluttering his eyelids.

Matt laughed."Morning, Sleepy-Head," he teased him with a quirky smile, scooting himself closer to hug his love in a warm embrace. He kissed the top of his head. "It's almost twelve o' clock, you lazy."

"Mmm," was Mello's muffled reply as he nuzzled his head against Matt's chest. He shifted and locked their gazes. ."…I kept thinking about last night."

Matt gave a subtle nod. "Me too." There was a pause. "…I felt guilty. And still do."

Mello stared. "Guilty? What the hell for?" He dismissed his question with a small sigh, propping himself up on an elbow, letting Matt's arm fall over his waistline. He shook his head. "Matt, it was unusual for us…We've never done anything like that." He made a face. "You know that."

"Eh', true. I know," Matt answered him softly. "…You're right."

"I am."

Another pause. "We could always try again…y'know"

Something became aflame in Mello's eyes, perhaps a little disbelief and interest to what Matt was hinting towards. He flashed a lopsided smile, laying a hand against his love's chest to caress him delicately. "We could," he murmured. "…Now."

"You read my mind," Matt grinned. Promptly, he lifted a finger. "But, only if you're up to it. I mean, you just woke up."

Mello gave a look. "Matt…" His bare hands slipped up and along the length of the other man's hard chest, longing to grasp hold of his shoulders. He leaned forward to lock his mouth with Matt's, letting his eyelids flutter closed and a quiet moan sneak from his throat. He parted his mouth away to gaze into his love's eyes, steadily, and a little playfully. "Just shut up."

Matt laughed. "You have a lovely way of putting it, Mello." He encircled the man's waistline and pulled him on top of him, leaning himself back against his pillow, elongating his form. He planted a small kiss against Mello's chocolate-flavored lips, then again and again, chuckling. Mello, however, was displeased. He tugged at Matt's shirt.

"Take this off," he commanded gently.

Matt arched an eyebrow, but, nonetheless, started to do so. He made a noise. "Damn, it's cold, you know."

"Deal with it." Mello smirked.

"Hmph'. Thank you for the sympathy, love." He tossed his shirt aside, carelessly letting it tumble to the floor. Mello gawked at his shirtless lover, admiring his six-packed abdomen, those bulging biceps… venturing to reach his hand out and caress his muscular form. Matt watched him with a smile, outstretching his own hand to feel up the back of Mello's shirt, pressing him down against his body. He slowly, gently, locked their mouths, shivering.

"Mmmm…Yes," Matt murmured inwardly.

Mello wrapped his arms around the man's neck and arched his back, unleashing his hungry tongue in a vicious, yearning thrust. Matt more-than-readily accepted the hot, wet muscle against his own, massaging them about one another, angling his head whilst widening his mouth. The flavor of chocolate erupted, and he groaned loudly, kissing rougher.

Matt lowered his eyelids and let a breath flow into Mello's mouth, slipping his hand through the back of his love's boxers. Slowly, he stroked the other man's bottom. He felt Mello shudder atop of him, felt his hands, now, tearing out at him, working at his pair of boxers.

Matt smiled.

"Don't stop," he whispered, opening his eyes.

Mello met his gaze. There was no trace of remorse, uncertainty, or any type of fear in his handsome face, or in his eyes, and he planted a final kiss against Matt's chest. He pulled at the band of the man's underwear, lowering the garment to reveal the prize.

Mello caressed Matt's member. "Ohhh…"

Matt lifted a hand to rake his fingers through Mello's beautiful locks of golden hair, to stroke the side of his face, tenderly encouraging him to continue. Mello made electrifying eye contact.

He whispered, "I love you, Matt."

"I love you, too," the murmured response. "…I love you so much."

His heart started to beat quicker, his chest heaving gently, all while Mello slipped his tongue against his member, massaging the hot muscle's form against the erecting organ. Matt leaned his head back, deep into the pillow, releasing a lengthy moan. His hand took a gentle fistful of Mello's hair before falling against the mattress, aimlessly pulling and tugging at the bed sheets.

"Ahhh…Ohhhh. God, Mello."

Wet, obscene noises enveloped the atmosphere, along with the sounds of moaning.

Indescribable pleasure.

Matt felt Mello's hair tumble against the side of his member, accidently brushing against his erection. He reached out to touch the silky strands again, savoring the locks between his fingers.

Mello worked harder. "Mmmm…"

He brought his tongue to the base of the erection, then ventured lower to each individual testicle, deliberately tasting one at a time. Matt shut his eyes tighter and released something between that of a laugh and a groan, propping a leg as he did so. Mello's hand came against his thigh and his mouth returned to his love's member, continuing.

The climax was soon at hand.

Matt sighed. His chest heaved.

"M-Mello," he whispered. "…Ahhh. An-Any moment now."

Mello situated his hands against the hard of Matt's pelvis, and his love propped himself up on his elbows to assist by holding either side of Mello's face. With every pump of his erection Mello induced, Matt eased his member deeper within his love's throat. He felt Mello utter a coy cough, felt his throat's muscles contract on impulse, felt tiny moans vibrate within him. He gagged a little and clutched Matt's hips even tighter, shutting his eyes, forcing the member deeper.

Matt watched him, breathing heavily.

He groaned and touched Mello's face, falling back against the pillow.

The climax had arrived.

"Uhnnn…N-Now," he panted. "Ahhh!"

He released.

Mello tensed on top of his love and shuddered, cringing his features softly as the warm liquid washed into his mouth. It was only a reaction to swallow, and only instinct to yearn for more and clean the head of his love's member with his tongue. Matt let his chest heave and heart's powerful thrumming continue, moaning his last.

He listened to Mello.

"Mmm…Uhhnn…" He kissed Matt's member.

A sigh. "Mello…"

He glanced up. "Matt…"

Mello stretched himself out, his legs against Matt's, his lower body off against the mattress, though partially on top of his love's. Matt embraced him and smiled, watching Mello outstretch a hand to brush strands of his brown hair from his forehead. Mello kissed a bare shoulder.

"You taste almost as good as chocolate," he teased.

Matt laughed. "…And you're a frickin' pro," he grinned.

At this, an erotic flicker played across Mello's expression, and became aflame in his wild eyes, all while he flashed a lopsided smile.

He chuckled. "No…You have yet to see my professional side, Matt."

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