Doppelbanger
Mello smirked as Matt came into the bedroom and stopped to stare at Mello's naked form draped with the sheet. "How long have you been awake?" Matt asked, dropping a bag of newly-purchased video games and chocolate bars.
"Long enough to brush my teeth," Mello replied and shrugged, gesturing for Matt to join him on the bed. Matt walked over and put one knee on the bed, leaning down to place his hand behind Mello's head and kiss him warmly. Mello pulled him down onto the bed, rolling them over so that he was lying comfortably on his body. Matt laughed but didn't push him away. And then there was another pair of gloved hands on his shoulders, pulling – not pushing – him off of Matt. Confused, he turned around.
What he saw made his eyes widen dramatically. It was Matt, but it wasn't his Matt. This Matt had dark hair, and his goggles were green, and his striped shirt was red instead of white. But before he could do much more than wonder if he'd had more to drink the night before than he'd thought he had, New Matt was kissing him. He certainly kissed like Matt – it was almost exactly the same as kissing Matt, in fact, except that this New Matt had a bit of bite to him, as if he wasn't quite as accepting and forgiving as Matt was.
Without breaking away from the kiss, Mello looked to the side to see if Matt was still there. He was, and he didn't seem to find it strange that another, darker version of himself was currently monopolizing Mello's attention. In fact, after a moment, he began kissing Mello's neck like nothing out of the ordinary was happening at all. New Matt broke away from the kiss and starting nipping at the other side of Mello's neck. After a mere few moments of the two Matts' ministrations, he thought his head might explode.
Mello's eyes snapped open and he breathed heavily. Beside him, Matt – his Matt, his beautiful, red-haired, carefree Matt – was watching him with that adorable half-grin he wore when he caught Mello doing something embarrassing. Mello understood immediately – he was number two, after all. "I had the strangest dream," he said.
Matt nodded. "I can see that," he laughed, glancing down at the tent in the sheets.
Mello felt the blush rising to his cheeks, but he didn't acknowledge it. "You were there," he said, and Matt's grin grew. "But then…there was another you. I mean, he looked just like you, except he was a little different…" he trailed off, realizing that he must have sounded like a lunatic.
Matt just looked at him with his ever-present contentedness, smiled, and said, "Hey, Mels…no more chocolate before bed, all right?"