I carried the bag from GameStop upstairs to the apartment I shared with my best friend Mello. The brand new Resident Evil just came out so of course I had to run right out and pick up a copy of it. When I left the apartment about an hour ago, Mello was doing what he'd been doing for the last week straight: eating chocolate bars and watching The Sopranos. Watching The Sopranos was only since Mello actually joined the goddamn Mafia in order to catch Kira. Often times though, I wondered if the apartment would even be an apartment when I got home. When Mello gets an idea in his head, no matter how crazy it is, he's going to do it.

I took a deep breath before turning the doorknob and stepping inside our apartment. Mello was no longer on the couch eating chocolate; he was standing in the kitchen surrounded entirely by empty bottles of Hershey's chocolate syrup bottles. He was pouring the contents of each bottle into a large plastic container. If we ran out of money for rent this week, blame Mello and his chocolate hoarding; it wouldn't be the first time our rent was late because of it.

I wondered what kind of screwed up idea Mello had thought of this time. Did he even know I walked thought the door?

"Oh hey Matt! Did you get that video game you wanted?" He turned around and smirked at me, chocolate syrup bottle still in his hand.

I tossed the bag onto the couch before even attempting to figure out what my blonde roommate was doing.

"What the fuck Mels? Why do you need all this chocolate?" I stared at the vat of liquid chocolate on the counter. "We do have a thing called rent you know."

He emptied the last bottle into his container and then gathered the empty bottles and threw them out.

"Living out your fantasy of becoming Willy Wonka?" I said leaning against the counter.

Mello flashed me a quick glare. Hell it wasn't my fault he was acting like a squirrel storing food for the winter. "What the hell are you planning on doing with all that chocolate?"

The blonde eyed his concoction proudly, and he thought I acted like a kid? I shook my head and laughed. The refrigerator behind me was calling my name. 'Matt...Matttt...you know you're hungry...just think about the pizza and hamburgers and-' I was completely in my own little world nearly drooling when out of nowhere, Mello stuck his chocolate-coated finger in my mouth.

"What the hell Mels?!" I shouted after pushing him off of me.

He smirked deviously and seductively. Did he get ahold of the sake while I was gone or something? He was dipping his hands in the chocolate and then licking it off the same way he licked his chocolate bars. Maybe it was just my hunger going to my head but my leather-clad roommate looked quite sexy licking chocolate off of his hands like that. I wonder if he would lick chocolate off of my-

"Matt!" Mello said loudly, snapping me out of my daze.

I raised an eyebrow at Mello who seemed rather pissed off. "What?"

"I was trying to tell you why this chocolate is here. I wanted to fill the tub with it but when I went to Target, they didn't have enough syrup," Mello began. At least he still had some money then. "So, I went to Food Lion and bought more syrup there, but..."

"They ran out?"

"No, I ran out of money." Fuck.

I finally answered the refrigerator's calls and found some pizza from the night before. "We need to go buy more food-oh wait...that's right, we don't have any money because Willy Wonka spent it all on syrup."

He flipped his hair back and glanced at me. He had chocolate all over his lips and even on his nose; he looked really...cute. "Fuck you." I could see the smirk forming on his chocolaty lips as he said it. He brought his hand up to his face to itch his nose and I guess he forgot about the chocolate because he smeared it all over his face. I really wish I had a camera on me right now...oh, I do. I pulled out my cell phone and pretended to text someone while secretly aiming the lens at my chocolate-covered friend and snapped the picture. The shutter sound went off and Mello tackled me to the ground. He pinned my wrists down and practically straddled my hips.

As much as I wanted my chocolaty friend right now, I did not want chocolate on my new vest. "Mels you're gonna get chocolate all over me." I pleaded.

He groaned and said, "Fine, take it off then." Yep, Mello was drunk; he had to be.

Before I even had a chance to move, Mello pressed his lips to mine and kissed me. I always loved kissing Mello, especially considering how skilled his tongue was from making out with his chocolate bars every day. He tasted like chocolate, of course, but when we were stealing each other's breath, there was no trace of anything alcoholic. Was he actually sober and kissing me? He pulled away and just looked at me. What the hell was that look? He smirked but I thought there was actually genuine love in his eyes. Or maybe I'm just still hungry and letting it overpower me.

Mello actually let me stand up so I went into my bedroom to take my vest off. I ran my fingers through my hair and bit my lip. What the hell was in my hair? Chocolate? Damn it Mello...how far was he planning on going tonight? Sober Mello only had sex with me once before; drunk Mello and I had sex more times than I could remember. Was this a new shirt? I didn't even know. I took a breath and then walked back out into the living room.

The blonde, leather-clad, chocoholic best friend of mine was sitting on the counter smirking like crazy at me. Where did the chocolate container go anyway? I knew Mello was up to no good by the expression on his face. I walked into the kitchen to see what the hell had gotten into him. I slipped on the chocolate coated floor and fell flat on my back; well, I guess it's a good thing I took my vest off.

"Welcome to my chocolate factory Mattie!" Mello hopped off of the counter and climbed on top of me. He kissed my neck and then my lips before smearing chocolate all over my face. We rolled over so I was on top of him and I closed the space between us with my lips. Mello was really enthralled with the idea of making out in a big pool of chocolate; he didn't even care that he was covered in it.

I held myself over him and licked the chocolate off of his neck before we rolled over again and he was back on top. "Why do you always have to be on top?"

"You never ask to be." Mello said allowing his hands to linger down my stomach.

I didn't expect him to try to undo my jeans. "I'm asking now."

"Ask me when I'm sober."

I stopped Mels from going any farther and sat up. "You're drunk? You don't even smell like alcohol."

"It's in the chocolate Mattie...vodka and sake." Mello tackled me again and pinned me down to the chocolaty floor, licking chocolate off of my lips.

I remembered my earlier thought about a situation like this... "Hey Mels? I have an idea."