Well, well, hello there people! I honestly wasn't expecting reviews so fast, but I'm really glad! Thus, time to post the next chapter... I'm only up to chapter four, though, so hopefully this will encourage me to finish it. Anyway, thank you all for the nice reviews and... oh, as you can see it's rated mature, and the story will become more inclined towards deserving that rating as it goes on XD... enjoy...

He was trying his best to drift into sleep but nothing was working. He would usually fall into bed fully clothed, after hard work on the Kira case. There was no reason or order to whether or not Matt would be there every time. Sometimes the blonde would leave when the red-brunette was still playing a new favourite game, other times Mello would constantly research until the words blurred and he hit the save button, staggering over to find the other boy already huddled up by himself and dreaming, but always leaving Mello a blanket and space in the bed.

Thus nothing was thought of sharing a bed by either of them, because they were never awake together in it, their days merging with the irregularity of their sleep patterns. After the first night of the boy's arrival, no more intimate physical contact was made; the memory of how Matt had held his friend replaced with words over breakfast and shouted across the house, Matt occasionally checking on how Mello's scar was healing. Bandages were no longer covering half the boy's face, but the skin was still raw and hot pain would course through the area when Mello was least expecting it. He would bite down harder on his chocolate bar, and Matt would ignore any tears of pain, for that was the only way Mello would have things be.

Tonight was one of the nights where Matt was already curled up by himself, only a few strands of his hair showing over the top of the dark blue duvet. Mello had stayed reading and typing until a late hour, but tonight something the feeling of exhaustion he normally got was not appearing. He had laid down in an attempt to make sleep come to him naturally, but today the leather he normally slept in was uncomfortable on his skin, the usually cozy duvet much too hot, and he felt a strange urge for escape from his body. He glanced over at the softly breathing boy beside him, and all he could feel was anger at Matt for being able to sleep.

"Matt?" the soft breathing continued, and no reply emerged.

He reached under the blanket for the boy's shoulder, and shook him a little.

"Mhjuf… no…" Matt mumbled, turning away

"Matty?"

"Go t'sleep Mels please" the boy mumbled again, annoying Mello

"I can't!" Mello hissed "I need your help."

Matt turned back to face Mello, clearly aware he wasn't going to win this, and he attempted to open his eyes properly. "What?"

"I can't sleep."

"So drink some warm milk or something."

"Matt…" Mello found it hard to look the boy in the eye, but he moved closer to the other boy, and spoke in a voice that was diminuendoing until it was almost a whisper. "I need you to help me… like you used to at Wammy's…"

Matt's eyes seemed to wake up a little, widening, and he turned red "You don't mean… what I think you mean?"

Mello nodded, the mutual understanding lingering thickly in the air.

"But Mels w-we were…" he couldn't help stuttering, perhaps to counter how calm Mello seemed. "I mean… we were just kids… we're both almost… we're adults now…"

Mello smirked "We were teenagers. We're still teenagers. C'mon Matt, it's not that bad… Please, just be a friend?"

Matt bit his lip and surveyed Mello. Mello had a strange ability of getting what he wanted.

"Please, just this once Matt, I'll never ask you again."

Matt's heart was beating too fast, this wasn't right. But he had done this before, and he could do it again, he just needed to remember that it didn't mean anything, because Mello said it didn't. Right?

He swallowed. "Ok…" he let go of the tight grip on his blanket, and Mello pulled it to cover both of them. Matt for the first time found himself staring at Mello's body, and seeing how different it was from how it had been six years ago, the last time he allowed himself to look.

Mello saw him staring and hesitating. "Just do it like you used to."

Matt nodded, but when he reached out for the leather trousers, he found his hand tangled in a mess of laces, and suddenly the nervousness took hold and allowed silent laughter to rise from his chest

"It was easier when you wore pyjamas"

"Shut up." snapped Mello, turning red and unable to see the funny side, his body under too much need. He started untying his own laces, and pulled the trousers down a little. "There.".

Matt tried to stifle his smile and concentrate, sighing out the giggles. His hand reached out and touched Mello's semi-erection through his pants, and Mello exhaled slightly, closing his eyes and waiting for the inevitable. Matt pulled down the black boxers and grabbed the warm flesh, a swift noise something between a moan and a grunt escaping Mello's lips. Matt began to move his hand slowly, and the noises the other boy emitted became more constant.

"Mmm… uh…uh…" Matt couldn't help but hear the noises, and somehow his own breath was ragged with arousal. He felt so under pressure, and he knew he could have what he wanted… Mello didn't have to know the arousal was because of his noises. It was wrong to ask, but somehow it was only fair, and he found his whisper flying out of his mouth and dribbling into Mello's ear.

"Could you…" and that was all Mello had to hear, his eyes were closed but a hand was reaching out blindly, and Matt was moving himself towards it, already in his boxers as he always slept, Matt as now as desperate as Mello, the blonde willing to return the favour.

"You're… good Matty…" the other boy breathed, his pale fingers lacing around Matt's appendage and stroking nimbly. Matt felt hypersensitive to Mello's touch, every movement coursing through him.

"Uh… M-" he seemed to hold himself back, aware that it might be wrong to say Mello's name, that it would make this seem like something more than the two-way favour each permitted himself to partake in. He was staring at Mello's face, and it couldn't help startle him when the turquoise eyes opened and somehow they were staring at each other as they touched, their bodies so close and a new meaning filling the remaining distance between their eyes, sweat and noise filling the air.

They knew what was happening, and it made it all the more difficult to stop, and Matt saw Mello's face strain, trying to hold back the moans but inevitably giving in to the pleasure Matt's hand was creating. Matt felt so much pressure fill his body, and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer.

"Matt!" Mello moaned, closing his eyes and Matt felt the other boy explode in his hand, and he himself was able to come, the irresistible echo of Mello's moan staying in his ear. The hands slowed to a standstill and they both gently moved them away. Matt opened his eyes before Mello did, but as the other boy's breathing calmed, he did the same and their gaze met.

"Matt…" Mello said, blinking at him; apparently his brain not yet able to process any other words.

"Mello…" Matt smiled a little at the other boy's drooping eyelids.

Suddenly Matt found himself leaning forward and planting a gentle kiss on the other boy's lips.

"Hey!!!" Mello objected, but whether it was tiredness or gratefulness, he didn't fight back.

"Sorry." Matt smiled

"It's… well…" Mello's eyes were closed and Matt could tell he was already half dreaming.

"Mello?"

"Mmm?"

"Night." Matt smiled, thoughts drifting through his head as he watched the boy in front of him drift off. 'Just this one time?' he thought.'You're a liar, Mello. And I like it'