Thanks to last place for the 1st review for this story! Glad you liked it ;) I'm gonna upload pretty quickly for this story, since each chapter's pretty short! So...here's the next one! As usual, don't own Death Note, boohoohoo...also, I don't own Play by Krooked K, but I love that song!


If by some notion the dream was not real


Mello tugged his black sweatshirt off and slung it to the floor. Tonight...he thought grimly, listening to Matt get changed on the other side of the room, Tonight I am not going to dream about Matt. Or about anything remotely related to him. I...I am going to dream of CHOCOLATE! Yeah!

"You okay, Mells? You look...a little gung-ho-ish. Lemme guess, you're thinking about chocolate." Matt said, grinning. Mello immediately wiped the triumphantly psychotic grin off his face, surprised that Matt was so intuitive so late at night.

"Yeah, yeah." he muttered, and Matt laughed.

"It's okay, silly. I bet I look like that when I play videogames." he said, chuckling. Mello shook his head, but didn't say anything. He was thinking that Matt didn't look psychotic when he was gaming, he looked sexy. He mentally slapped himself. He was determined not to think about Matt like that. Because, if Matt ever found out what Mello felt about him, he'd freak out. In a bad way.

"Night Matty."

"G'night Mells." Matt replied as Mello flopped down onto his bed. If Matt ever, ever found out about the dreams he was having...Mello shook his head. He didn't know what he'd do. He sighed and kicked the blanket off of his feet, like usual.

He closed his eyes.

"Matt?" Mello called, walking around the abandoned third floor of Wammy's house.

"Matty? Where are you?" The hallways were dark, and the rooms were all locked. He turned a corner, and spotted a room at the end of the hall with light coming from under the door.

"Matt? Matt are you there? What are you doing in-" Mello broke of, a wave of surprise washing over him as he realized that the light was coming from...

Beyond Birthday's ex-room.

Room thirteen-thirteen.

13 13.

B B.

Mello had always wondered if that was a coincidence or not. Probably not. Biting his lip, he pushed the door open.

"Matt?" he asked, his voice a whole lot quiter than before. He looked around. The room looked exactly like the one that he and Matt had been sharing for years, but the light was purple, it was completely clean, and there was a flat-screen TV against one wall. The TV was showing a high level on some kind of video game. Matt was reclined on the floor, joystick in hand, looking up at Mello, his fingers pressing buttons so quickly, the joystick moving so fast, that Mello couldn't follow the movements.

"Hey...what are you doing up here?" he asked, and Matt just smirked at him before focusing on the game again. Mello sighed and sat down next to him. He kept hearing a weird sound, as if music were being played on a floor below them, or in a closet nearby. A kind of haunting feeling.

"D'you hear that?" Mello asked, not wanting to seem paranoid, but the sound was getting to him. Matt looked at him briefly, before flashing him a bright smile, his teeth glinting from the light coming from the TV. Mello was beginning to get a little nervous, as he caught some lyrics flying into his head like some kind of psychic message.

'Gamer's starin' at the tv set, Play that, lemme see that NES. Gamer's starin' at the tv set. Play that, lemme see that Genesis.' Mello was about to grab Matt and get out of there, but Matt suddenly began to sing randomly, in a very low...sexy...voice.

"Come play with me, come play with me, some psp, some 360, some ps3. Work them sticks, Gamer!" Mello's jaw dropped, and he was about to laugh, but Matt continued, watching Mello carefully.

"Touch all the buttons on the controller, grab all those joysticks and give 'em a good twirl..." Mello couldn't help it, he looked down at Matt's hands that were artfully dancing over the buttons and controlls on his console.

Damn, he's good with his hands...no,no,no. Not allowed to think dirty thoughts about best friend. Never ever...

But Matt was continuing, in such a seductive way that it was impossible that he didn't want Mello to be turned on.

"I wanna see you playing on your living room floor, this here ain't luck, what you think I play so much for?" Mello gasped silently; was this it? The real reason that Matt played videogames so much? To be so totally successful at turning Mello on? Oh, my.

"And I'm just getting warmed up; it takes half a day before I get a sore butt." Now that was definitely an innuendo. Mello could feel his pants getting tighter by the minute, and he was blushing as badly as Matt normally did. But this Matt was cool and cold, simply gazing at Mello with his deep blue eyes, his goggles positioned in hair, his hands...his hands doing what they do best. God that sounded hot.

"Clicky clicky clicky now I'm in the next world. Work them sticks, gamer." Okay, Mello was feeling his pants tighten increasingly as Matt ran his hand up and down the joystick. Oh, God. Just don't listen to him...don't listen...

"Shout to my mamma's crib, we can play until daybreak...We can play until your thumbs ache, think about that, but right now I'm gonna master-" bate. bate. bate. Mello was biting his tongue, because he knew that Matt knew that 'masterbate' was what Mello wanted him to say. Because it was hot. And then Mello would say, 'no, don't! I'll take care of it for you...' Crud.

"..the game Grand Theft Auto. You think I'm going fast now, just wait until I hit turbo..." Mello could hardly take it any more, he needed Matt...soo sooo soooo badly...God damnit. Try as he might, he couldn't help but watch as Matt practically gave his joystick a handjob, all the while winning his videogame by a landslide.

"I play in their world, work them sticks, Gamer."

"Matt, stop it! Seriously...this is weird!" Mello protested, but his voice seemed to vanish into the purple-coloured air.

"Work it to the right, your finger to the left...Work it all around 'till your fingertips are red..." Seriously? Mello thought, half irritated, half excited, Matt was turning him on more than any porno he'd ever watched in his whole life. Matt smirked at Mello.

"Sure...Against beginners you're unbeat, but lemme see how you play when you play against the junkie." Mello's jaw dropped: it was almost like Matt had read his mind. Surely, the 'beginners' were the pornos, or maybe the bimbo airheads he sometimes went to if he was bored. Somehow...Matt was the only one who had ever turned Mello on this much before. Mello shot a glance down at his pants, and bit his lip in embarassement; it was starting to hurt, now.

"'Cause you're nothing but a rookie, I hope your butt's ready to recieve a serious whoopin'..." Mello could have laughed, because Matt always said things like that, you know, 'whoop your butt', 'kick serious booty', 'whack your sissy ass'. It was just so Matt.

"Imma show you some new tricks I just learned...work them sticks, Gamer..." Matt finished, giving Mello a look that was full of longing and lust. Suddenly Mello was upon him, the controller tossed from Matt's hand. They were on the floor, Matt's hands running up Mello's sides, Mello's teeth biting down on Matt's lower lip...

Mello blinked suddenly. Was that a...wrinkle? And a...moustache? And was Matt suddenly...BALD! Mello crawled away in horror. Suddenly...Matt was...Roger.

"EEEEEWWWWWWW!" Mello squealed, rolling out of bed onto the floor. He landed with a bump, and looked up to see Matt laughing at him, also on the floor. It was just too much for Mello, after having Matt all hot and seductive, and then it was Roger, and now Matt was laughing... But Matt had stopped laughing. Mello looked up. Matt was looking at him, his expression was a little confused, but mostly awkward. And he wasn't looking at Mello's face. Mello, filled with dread, followed his gaze to his pants.

And then he saw it.

A happy tent.

Very obvious.

SHIT.

Mello dove back into bed, his face bright red, ordered Matt to forget everything, and began to fake-snore.

"I know you're faking..." Matt called, and Mello could almost feel him laughing.

"Shut up, Matty. You suck!"

"No, I blow."

"Matt...that joke got old AGES ago!" Mello said, secretly feeling his pants twitch at the idea of 'blow'.

Jeez...

Weird dream...