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A/N: I swear, I feel like a schizophrenic sometimes. Moving between characters gets really tiring. X[

Ok so since last time I ended it with Matt being all "boo hoo Mel made me do something naughty", here's how they work it out. No lemon in this chapter, sorry guys, but there will be soon, I promise.

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Hidden Beau

He didn't know how long he stayed in the bathroom, but it was long enough to make his butt hurt from sitting on the covered toilet seat. As far as he knew, Mello made no attempt to coax him out. But Matt heard him leaving the room at some point, and that was all.

He stood up and stretched his legs, then decided to take a shower. He didn't feel completely violated, but his scalp still ached and his throat felt stretched out, both of which he wasn't very happy about. Fucking 'tard. Matt thought fiercely as he turned on the showerhead, I don't care how horny he is, he isn't touching me again. He stepped out of the only article of clothing that survived the mind rape and into the small bathtub, not waiting for the water to warm up.

He stood under the running water, listening to it sighing continuously as the small streams were pushed through the metal tunnels. It was soothing.

Matt must have been standing there for a while. The water was steaming, but he didn't feel uncomfortable in the heat, since he was standing in it for so long, and he began to think back to the events that started the whole night. Before Mello left to fetch the chip code, he had asked for a kiss.

He wasn't as stunned as he would have been a month ago, because when he called him at Wammy's to help him out with the Kira case, Matt only knew that Mello liked chocolate and could be very hotheaded. But as they began to get moving, his senior would fleetingly touch him more than was necessary, which then moved up to slapping his butt really hard when he missed what could have been a crucial piece of evidence on the surveillance cameras in Misa's home. And damn, it hurt.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Mel!" he yelled, clutching his ass and pressing it against a wall, "I'm sorry, ok?! That was completely uncalled for!"

The taller man merely glowered at him, with the tiniest smirk gracing his features, "Then stop goofing off and watch the videos. I can't have the second Kira showing her slip up to an idle audience."

After that it was a regular habit Mello picked up to swiftly run an open palm up his backside, as if to smooth away the sting of ringing pain he put it through before. Any objections were greeting by a merciless smack, and Matt figured it was easier to let it go. He let him do whatever the hell he wanted, and occasionally slapped his ass for a change and promptly ran away when he did so, afraid of getting into a fight. But no such thing happened, and it seemed that Mello liked it when Matt turned on him in such a petty way.

He then began touching his lips to his cheeks. It was embarrassing, and Matt's face would heat up every single time. When Mello had stooped down to give him a slight kiss goodnight after a hard night's work, he panicked and dodged him, managing to give his butt a reprimanding whack. This set off a series of half chuckles and protests as they tussled with one another, with Mello standing victorious. He didn't hold him down and forcefully kiss him however, like Matt thought he would, but merely gave a rough head noogy and left the room. Those were the days.

"Why?" he had inquired earlier to Mello's request for a kiss.

"Because I asked nicely."

"So I have to comply to that because you asked nicely?"

"If you don't come over here right now I'm going to kick your ass. How's that?"

"You're a bastard."

But Matt kissed him anyway, really quickly. He wasn't homosexual by any means, he liked boobs too much, but Mello was a little different. He didn't have any breasts, but he was patient and very straight-forward, a deadly combination for any vulnerable person. He wasn't a bad guy either, which confused and upset him even more when Mello had used him like that. He knew things weren't going to be the same between them, and wasn't looking forward to when he'd have to face him the next day.

Matt didn't hear the faint click of the door when the entire knob was removed from the outside, or the minor rustling of the shower curtains when an extra body stealthily slipped in behind him. He was too preoccupied with his memories in his dreamy state. Though, he did feel a pair of strong arms gently wrap around his torso, binding his arms to his body.

Snapping his eyes open, the young man was about to scream in anger at the intrusion until Mello rested his head on his shoulder.

"I know you're still mad, and you should be, but I don't want to end it like that." He said quietly, "I won't do that again."

"What the fuck, get off me!"

"No."

"What?" Matt turned his head around as far as it could go to glare incredulously at him, "I don't care about your fucking excuse, how you got carried away or some shit like that." He hissed, "I'm not your boy toy, so go hire some whore to get frisky with because I'm not doing it!" he stomped his feet in hopes of catching Mello's foot, but he lifted them away from that danger easily. "Get off me, dammit!"

"I will when you calm down."

"I- am- calm!" he said through his clenched teeth, "Iamcalm! Get off!"

Mello raised an eyebrow at Matt's weird tantrum of talking really fast, unseen by the struggling teen.

"Ifyoudon'tfuckinggetoffIswearI'mgonnaslityourthroatwithaspork!"

"…Gesunhiet."

It was a long day. Stealing the chip code, finding Matt looking through Photobucket of all sites, failing to seduce him, then kind of seducing him which ended in him running away and now holding on to him in the shower so that he doesn't hurt anyone. He could do this. And better yet, the poor kid was already tiring himself out with the screaming and kicking.

"Fuck you!" he panted, "Fuck you, fuck your mom, fuck stupid Kira, fuck everyone you know!" Matt blinked, "Oh wait…no that's wrong…."

Mello had adopted a bored expression after a few minutes into the scream fest, and smirked at that last bit. "You ok now?"

Matt slumped, and said weakly, "Keep your dick away from me."

"I will."

"Really?"

Mello brought his knee up, smashing into the kid's backside with a wet slap, "Ow! Fuck…." Matt wriggled in pain, "Ok man...Holy Mother of God- that kills…."

"Are we good now?"

"Yeah…."

The pair of them stepped out of the shower, and Matt gawked at what Mello had done with the doorknob, but before he put anything into coherent words, the man stuffed a hand towel into his mouth, tired of hearing his babbling.

A/N: sweet stuff, eh? I can do that…

Well here it is, my mochi's, the third installment! Sex comes later! I believe it to be of more significance if there's a spiked path to stumble through before screwing like rabbits, but I'll try my hardest with the lemon to keep everyone satisfied. Deal? Good.

Comments? Complaints? Wanna tell me about how your dog sniffs his arse? Go ahead, I'd love to hear about it. Simply let me know that you dropped by and enjoyed it or abhorred it. I'll love you anyway.

-Zak