Disclaimer: I own nothing. D: Except Matt's soul. 3
A/N: WARNING! Major yaoi funness ahead. 8D
Matt knocked on the dorm's wooden oak door, waiting impatiently. He heard a rustling noise inside and the door opened, revealing Near, in his PJs.
"Hey, Mello's not in." Near said, sounding annoyed.
"Actually, Near. . .I came to talk to you.
Near stepped back, allowing Matt to enter. "How come?" he asked, obviously surprised.
Matt walked inside, closing the door behind him. He went over to sit, uninvited, on Mello's bed. "Well, I just haven't talked to you in a while, and I guess I wanted to make sure you were still alive." Matt shrugged, watching Near's face for any traces of anger. He didn't seem mad at Matt.
Near came to sit on his own bed, across the room from Matt. "Do I look alive?"
"Do you want me to answer that?" Matt smirked.
Near just blinked, seemingly unamused. "So you like this Kaeda girl?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"She wanted to talk to me yesterday."
Matt waited, breath held. He had been hoping he could drag out some of what had gone on, but he hadn't dared hope Near would volunteer the information.
"She wanted to know what I thought about your character." Near curled a lock of his bangs around his index finger as he talked.
"And you told her?" Matt prompted.
"That you're a good guy."
Matt raised an eyebrow. "That's it?"
"The rest is confidential." Near said simply.
Dang. "Well, what did she think when you finished?"
"I don't know. I am not a mind reader."
"Damn it, Near!" Matt sighed, frustration threatening to errupt. "This is really important to me."
Near smiled a little. "Because you want to win, right?"
"What?"
"You don't care whether or not she likes you. You just want to win."
Matt stood from the bed. "Why you litte-"
Just then, Mello spoke. "Matt?" He was standing in the doorway, holding a bowl of chocolate pudding in one hand.
Matt and Near both looked at him, surprised, for a few seconds.
"Well it is my room." Mello shrugged. "Why are you guys staring?"
Near stood from his bed calmly and walked towards the door. "I'm going to visit Kenshi." he said as he exited. Mello immediately walked over to Matt. He kicked off his black boots and climbed into bed, still clothed in his leather pants and sleevless 'jacket.' Matt sat at the foot of his bed.
"So, what're you doing in here, Matt?" Mello asked, sounding amused. "And were you on my bed?" the last question was asked in a surprised, but pleased sounding voice.
"Maybe." Matt rolled his eyes. "Near talked to Kaeda earlier."
"Oh?"
"So he either made things a lot better for me, or I'm sunk."
Mello took a bite of pudding. "Hm. . .that'll be interesting to watch. Do you think she'll hit you again?"
Matt scowled.
"I'm only saying. . ."
"Shut up, man. Just shut up. I need to think."
"About what?" Mello asked, unzipping his 'jacket,' exposing his bare chest, which was noticeably muscular.
"About. . ." Matt paused, losing his train of thought for a moment. But he soon remembered. "About Kaeda. I need to figure out what to do next, to get a date with her."
Mello shook his head, his golden hair waving. "Why are you so wrapped up with this girl?"
Matt eyed Mello's pudding, scowling a little. He was pretty hungry. "I don't know. I guess. . .I just want the challenge, ya know? And she's hot, man."
Mello just shook his head again, taking a large slurp of pudding. "Whatever you say. I don't really see it."
"She's got a nice body."
"Her hair's OK, I guess." Mello shrugged, licking his lips. Matt shifted, making a note to get a snack before he went to his own bed.
Mello removed his jacket altogether, tossing it beside his boots. He took another bite of pudding and looked at Matt, his brown eyes roaming over every bit of him. "Nice jeans." he said at last.
Matt blinked. "Thanks."
"How come you like wearing stripes so much?"
Matt thought about it a second before answering. "I think it's because. . .because it reminds me of life."
"How's that?" Mello asked, laughing.
"It's like each bar is something you have to get through, bar after bar, never ending." Matt shrugged. "I don't know. Mostly, I just like the way they look."
"You're a strange guy, Mail Jeevas."
Matt just smiled. "Like you're not."
Mello sat up, setting his pudding bowl on his night stand. He turned to lie on his stomach, his face over the bed's edge, next to Matt's. His legs were crossed and he moved them back and forth in the air as he talked. "So, tomorrow you wanna come with me when I buy my bike?"
"Sure." Mello had been talking about the motorcycle he was saving for for about a month now. Matt was very curious about it. Maybe Mello would even give him a ride.
"So you haven't had to give Kaeda any chocolate yet, I'm guessing?"
Chocolate. That damned chocolate again.
"No." Matt said tartly.
"Just asking."
Matt glanced at Mello's face, looking at the way his brown eyes seemed black in the dim light. The moonlight streaming through the window reflected in his pupils and Matt noticed for the first time how his hair looked almost silver at the tips, in the moon.
"What?"
Matt shook his head. "What what?"
"I don't know." Mello laughed. He placed a hand on Matt's shoulder. "Listen, Matt, we've been good friends for a long time, right?"
"Yeah. Best friends."
Mello nodded. "Whatever happens, I don't to ruin that."
"I know."
"But I also don't want to. . .have you playing a prostitute for me, you know?" Mello shrugged his bare shoulders. "I mean, I don't want you to hate me, or anything. And I can tell that this whole thing is just making us tense."
Matt swallowed, nodding. "It's OK, Mello, I know you're just. . ."
"Just what?"
"I understand." Matt tried again. "It's not that I don't want to. . . kiss you." he felt his cheeks flushing slightly. "It's just, I'm not sure about it. You know?"
"Yeah." Mello sighed. "If you really need chocolate, I'll give it to you, don't worry."
"Really?"
Mello nodded. "Yeah. But only if you need it."
Now that he didn't have to, Matt felt a little twinge of regret. Because, deep, part of him had liked having to pay Mello. And that same part of him thoroughly enjoyed the process of the payment, and the feeling it gave him. But he didn't have to now.
That didn't mean he wasn't allowed to. Matt turned his head slowly, looking at Mello again. The blonde raised an eyebrow as Matt surveyed his chest, back, arms - especially the well-toned biceps, and then came, once again, to rest on his face. Particularly Mello's lips.
"Can I help you?" Mello smirked.
Matt nodded, but didn't say anything. He reached out slowly, uncertain at first. Placing his hand on the back of Mello's head, his confidence began to grow as he fingered the golden hair. Mello sat up slightly as Matt turned around so that his body was facing Mello's. Kneeling beside the bed, he kissed Mello, first on the cheek, and then on the lips. Mello reached down, hooking an arm around Matt's waste and pulling him, urging him to move up, onto the bed. The redhead obliged, climbing up as Mello rolled to the side to allow him room. They lay, side by side, Mello's arm still around him. Matt returned the gesture, gripping Mello's bare chest.
"You're OK with this?" Mello asked, surprising Matt with his concern.
Matt felt a jolt of worry, just for a split second. "I don't know, but right now I don't care." he said, running a hand across Mello's chest, feeling the blonde shift beside him, their bodies overlapping. Mello was removing Matt's striped shirt and the redhead balked for a moment, startled. "Mello."
"Yeah?" Mello stopped immediately.
"I. . .It's OK. I just. . .I needed to know you'd stop. . .if. . ."
Before Matt could say any more, Mello pressed his lips to Matt's, pushing hard against him, his tongue prodding its way into his mouth. Matt held his breath, returning the kiss nearly as rabidly. Mello bit Matt's lip and Matt jerked, feeling blood draw. "Mello, whoa!" Matt shoved his friend away, trying to get him off. "Stop!"
Mello reluctantly ceased, glaring down at Matt.
"Not too much too soon, OK, man?"
Mello continued to glare.
"Look, curfew is in ten minutes anyway. . ."
"Screw curfew."
"Screw US if we're not in bed on time." Matt pointed out.
"We ARE in bed."
"Our OWN beds." Matt pulled his shirt back on, wriggling out from under Mello.
Mello watched, annoyed, as Matt stood from the bed. Matt felt a bit dizzy, and light-headed. And a bit naseuos.
"We need a better system." Mello declared bitterly. "Because I'm sick of getting interrupted."
Matt licked his lips, tasting blood. "Yeah. . ." He still wasn't sure he wanted to get in this situation again, but. . .it had been nice. "We can talk about it tomorrow, OK?"
"Good night, Matt."
Matt rolled his eyes. "Good night, perv."
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