Fourth Kiss- Mello and Matt

Theme "Cat and Bird"

Matt felt, to put it plainly, like a mouse being pursued by a cat. No, like a bird. He felt like he was trapped in a damn Loony Toon. But, nevertheless, he moved down the alley slowly, pressed flat against the wall in the darkness.

"I'm coming to get you," said a threatening voice, coming from the earpiece. "Run run, little birdie."

Matt sighed, ducking behind a dumpster. He didn't really see why in the world he went to such great lengths for the blond. "This is ridiculous."

"Do you want me to catch you?"

Matt sighed. "No..."

"Then run."

"Don't do this."

"Shut up and run."

Matt heaved another heavy sigh and moved forward, sprinting through the darkness of the alley. His boots made an audible crunch crunch crunch on the loose gravel atop the pavement as he moved. He made no effort to be stealthy; there was really no point.

As he moved through the cold winter air, a small, barely audible sound near him. The earpiece had become eerily silent. Matt began to move more slowly, glancing around in the darkness, a dim world tinted yellow through the lenses of his goggles. There was silence, stillness, only the sound of Matt's breathing.

He barely registered movement before the impact of his back against the wall. He heard the dull thud of his body hitting brick, and felt a hand at his throat as he knew the chase was over.

Mello's breath came in smoky white clouds in the cold air, light dancing in those green eyes as his lips curled upward in a malicious smile. "Caught ya." and then his lips crushed themselves against Matt's. He crumbled immediately under the touch of the blond, feeling cold, spidery fingers pushing their way up under his shirt as Mello did his best to touch every inch of him.

"Mello..." he managed to mutter against his friend's mouth, pressing himself into the warm angles of Mello's body and smiling slightly to himself as Mello's tongue explored his mouth with a desperation that was genuine.

"Mmm... shut up," Mello hissed, tugging on Matt's earlobe with his teeth as his hands fumbled with his belt buckle and slid Matt's pants down to his knees. The cold bit against his skin, and he leaned closer into Mello as the blond worked on his own belt, snuggling his face against his neck.

Matt never liked Mello's ridiculous, dangerous "games", but he never tired of the aftermath.

More soon 8D I'm glad someone wanted to see MelloxMatt… I just so happened to have one written XD