Next chap here =) Sorry it's kinda late. Which reminds me, I have so many story alerts and a few author alerts but lots of authors only update like once a month or every few weeks! If you're one of those people, shame on you cuz you're practically torturing your readers! Yeah, sorry for my rant lol. Anyway, thanks for reading and make sure to comment. ^_^

Day 7:

What's that word when you need something but denied it? Oh, now I remember: deprivation.

After having sex with Matt that day, the fucking red-head wouldn't give him more of it. No chocolate kisses either. No chocolate at all for a week now and he was getting angrier and more short-tempered as time passed. He'd slam the fridge closed and then stomp away when looking for a snack since chocolate was the only thing that would satisfy his craving. And whenever Matt was out, he'd sit on his bed curled up, knees into his chest, and biting his fingernails while the TV blasted out some ridiculous show. He never bit his nails before but it eased him somewhat and preoccupied himself from thinking about the sweet taste of milk chocolate or more bitter taste of dark chocolate.

Matt entered the apartment then, a smoke in his mouth. While Mello's face crumpled in disgust from his place on the couch.

"You know I hate the smell of cigarettes. Put it out," Mello snapped. "I already have a huge headache."

Matt did so, crushing the tip on a nearby ashtray. "Make me a sandwich, Mello."

"Fuck you, do it yourself."

Matt then disappeared into the kitchen.

And for a few minutes everything was quiet but for the low sound of the TV and Matt taking out ingredients from the fridge.

"Aren't you deprived of your video games at all?" Mello yelled out, tired of the silence.

"Ouch!" There was a loud clash.

He sat up. "What's wrong?"

"I cut myself. Fuck!"

Mello left the couch and headed into the kitchen where Matt was wrapping a paper towel around his bleeding finger. Instinctively Mello came closer and enclosed his hands around Matt's finger. He glanced briefly to the counter and saw small drops of red dotting the counter and a cutting knife thrown carelessly into the sink. A piece of half-buttered bread also lay on the floor with slices of perfectly good ham. A waste, but what did it matter? So what if Mello was previously very cranky? He couldn't help but forget it all as soon as his red-head gets hurt.

"You idiot, how did this happen? Why weren't you even using a butter knife?"

Matt looked up at him through fogged goggles after staring at the way Mello's hand was wrapped protectively around his injury. He looked at the blonde as if not believing he was actually doing something nice for once.

"I can be nice sometimes, Matty," thought Mello.

"I-" Matt stammered. "There were no clean butter knives. My hand slipped."

"Slipped? I doubt it. You play video games so much you can't afford your thumb to 'slip' "

"Fine. The truth is that my fingers have started to twitch without my video games. My fingers have gotten so use to constant little movements; they do it on their own now. I've gone a week now without video games, Mello!"

Mello just stood there and smiled before leaning forward to briefly brush his lips against Matt's, who in response blushed furiously.

"Glad I'm not the only one feeling deprived," Mello said softly in Matt's ear.

"You're just being nice because you want sex," Matt muttered.

"What if I genuinely do care about you?"

With that remark, the red-head stared at him as if trying to decipher a hidden message within his face. His forehead wrinkled slightly and those eyes wouldn't look away. Matt never looked at him so directly like that. He was always staring at a video game in his hands or his eyes hidden underneath goggles. Soon, those piercing eyes were making Mello squirm. Didn't Matt know he loved him?

"I know you, Mello," Matt slowly took his finger out of Mello's grasp and wrapped his arms around Mello's waist, "and now I'm sure it's both of those reasons."

"Damn," Mello thought as their lips met once again.