A/N: Ahhhh, fuck, it's lemon. O.o this is really not that good at all, sorry. I felt awkward writing the whole thing, but I felt like I had to XDD *flails* So… if you don't like buttsecks, then don't read this, thanx. Ohhhh, and… :C sorry if I get stuff wrong and shit, I'm no good at this kind of stuff XDDD *Flails again* Anyway… ENJOY D:

"Mello, what will Heaven be like?"I looked up from what I was reading to look at Matt. I was sitting on his lap on our obnoxiously ugly yellow couch that we didn't have the heart to get rid of (Too many memories on that couch, I guess. It used to be pretty. Honest.), his arms wrapped around my waist. Usually I don't like cuddling like this, but Matt was in a touchy-feely mood and I didn't have the heart to say no when he asked me to sit on his lap. Besides, stubborn as I was, I really didn't mind all that much. (Shhh, don't tell Matt, he'll want to do it more often.) I notice quietly that he's stroking the rosary on my chest, a soft look on his face, green eyes thoughtful with the goggles pushed to the top of his head.

I smirk at him, yawning before replying to him, "I don't know. Really awesome, I guess."

Matt made a face. "Yeah, but…" he said slowly, thoughtfully. I knew Matt was an atheist - I wasn't really that religious myself, I just wore the rosary because of my childhood with a Christian family, though it was comforting thinking that someone was up there watching out for me (stupid and girly as that sounds), so the atheist thing didn't bother me at all. It was odd though, him suddenly brining up religion like this. He speaks up a gain before I can. "I mean… what do you think, really?"

I sigh and nuzzle closer into his arms. "Why are you asking this all of a sudden, Matty?" I whisper, brushing my hand across his chest. I know the reason though - ever since the explosion that took half my face, Matt had been obsessed with death. I knew he didn't have a particular opinion of it, but I could tell he was scared of it. Maybe not afraid of dying, more of loosing the people he cared about. Aka.. Me. Augh. He's such a sap.

(I love him anyway. But don't tell him that, he'll think I'm a sap, too.)

Matt smiles and kisses me without any real warning, but I let him, returning the kiss eagerly. He'd been really into random displays of affection lately, too - I guess he just needed to let me know, somehow, that he really cared about me. I let out a shiver as his fingers slide from my cheek and down my chest to rest on my bare waist, his tongue prodding my lips as always asking for permission. I smirk, unable to help myself, and part my lips, granting him entrance. We'd kissed so many times we had a rhythm going, tongues dancing and exploring in each others mouths. He tastes like nicotine, like always - I always bicker about that, but really I don't mind. It doesn't really taste bad. I wonder briefly, as he deepens the kiss, if it's possible to get a nicotine addiction by making out continuously with a chain-smoker.

I decide not to ponder it as he jerks at the zipper on my vest. Turns out two geniuses weren't enough to pull down a jammed zipper and we end up having to break the kiss to pull it over my head. I snicker at the challenge, plunging back into him as soon as the vest is flung from me, grinding against him as usual. He was pinned against the couch for now - though this wouldn't last - and I sit up, bending down to deepen the kiss. Matt's kiss is almost desperate, his fingers running down my spine and making me shiver.

My pants are off before I know what hit me - and annoyingly enough before his shirt even comes off, that bastard - and I'm completely naked without them, commando as usual, exposing the hard on I hadn't realized was there.

Matt breaks the kiss, pushing me down on the ugly couch carefully but roughly all the same, grinning. "I wonder what the angels would think of this…?" he mused with a chuckle, kissing my neck. I shiver, biting back a moan as he kisses and nips down my shoulders to my chest. "I'm sure they're all just jealous of u--UUUS, GOD MATTY!" Half way through my teasing reply Matt's hand somehow finds its way to my twitching member below, making me moan despite myself, his fingers brushing against it's tip unexpectedly, making him smirk.

I don't protest as he inches away from me, going down on me before I even have the chance to finish what I'm saying. I shiver with pleasure as Matt takes me into his mouth. He does this without complaint, and I don't hold back, bucking without really meaning to into the warmth of his mouth, letting out a moan. Matt doesn't choke - he has no gag reflex, though he does shift, careful as always not to nick me with his teeth.

I'm seeing white before I know it, my vision blurring with pleasure, letting out another moan, louder this time. I could tell the neighbors would probably be complaining later, but I decide not to care. "MATTY!" I cry, all resolve not to show weakness disappearing, shuddering again.

I let out a gasp as Matt suddenly moves away, the pleasure gone in all at once, leaving a tingling, desperate need in it's place. I whine desperately, despite my resolve, and he smirks at me. Oh, that bastard was going to tease me… "Oh, what was that? Were you enjoying it that much?" he says teasingly (I knew it!), fingers dancing just above my member. I'm tempted to kick him, feeling myself pulse. His arms take my hands, pulling them down and forcing me to abandon any hope to release myself on my own. "D-dammit Matty, you bastard…" I whisper shakily, cursing myself for stammering. Matt's grin widens.

"Say please," he purrs, tracing his tongue along my stomach. I shudder, conflicted between my pride and my desperate sexual need. I hated begging. I was not one to beg. I clench my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut and letting out a shuddering breath.

"Maatt…tty…." I groan, digging my fingernails into his arms. I spy his eyes flicker with a bit of regret, but I can tell he's enjoying my withering beneath him. It's not every day I let him get away with things like that. I let out a stubborn groan, trying to no avail to jerk out of his grasp. The need has become unbearable at this point, and I give in, hissing, "P-p-please!"

Ah, damn it, but it was worth it. Matt smiles victoriously and inches down, returning my member into his mouth. I waste no time bucking into him, making a point to make him forced to deep-throat me, and I see him shudder, glowering at me half-heartedly. The irritation is washed away by pleasure though, and after a few moments I release into his mouth, screaming his name along with crude language. "DAMMIT, MAIL!"

Matt smirks, swallowing as usual and wiping his mouth. "Call me crazy, but I'm fairly sure you taste somewhat like chocolate," he says teasingly. I glower at him, panting, though somehow I don't doubt it.

Despite my coming I was far from done w ith this bastard, I decided, and grab him by the shirt collar, tugging on the striped fabric. "This comes off," I hiss demandingly, and he blinks. "All of it."

Matt seems happy enough to comply, throwing off his shirt and his pants with a little help from me. My hard on returns easily as usual, but his is there and quite obvious, too - he's not wearing underwear either - and I tighten up at the sight of his admittedly impressive size. (God, don't tell him I said that, Jesus help me. Probably not the best time to mention Jesus though… sorry, dude.) I blush despite myself as the pants hit the ground, but I give him my sexiest smile. "Good boy, there, Jeevas."

My redhead gives me his own sexiest smile - which would make most people swoon, actually, except I've had his cock up my ass so I'm kind of beyond swooning over him. Instead I grab him by the shoulders and smash my lips to his. Matt dominates the kiss, and I let him push me to the couch again. His hands waste no time sliding down my chest and down my waist, which makes me moan into the kiss. He eats all of my so unds up, relishing in them, his hands sliding under my legs. I don't hesitate, just as eager to comply, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Feeling impatient?" Matt said teasingly, biting and nibbling at the sensitive area around the nape of my neck. I let out an involuntary moan that was probably heard a few doors down by those cranky old neighbors and dig my nails into his shoulder blades, raking them down his back. That would hurt most people, but Matt shivers with pleasure - he's kind of a machoist sometimes, which is good because I'm rather violent.

"Extremely," I purr, beyond taking my time with Matt by now, smashing my lips back on his soft ones. Matt snickers, sounding happy none the less as his hands inch down my body, rubbing against one of my taut nipples and making me let out another moan. I wonder briefly how he isn't disgusted with me, his hands tracing along the scar-tissue on my shoulder, kissing my neck where the skin was once melted… but he doesn't hesitate to kiss along those areas, not minding the scar at all. At least it proves he doesn't only want me for my body.

"Good," Matt whispers, brushing his hands along my erection, which has returned with vengeance. "Because I am too."

I only half-expect it when one of his fingers slides into me, making me gasp. I was half-used to the feeling by now (we went through a LOT of sheets in a week, let me tell you that…) but it didn't make it any more strange and exciting. Matt only grins, beyond the 'are you okay' stage by now, sliding in another finger. His hands trace along my member as he does this, pushing on my legs and scissoring me apart. I shiver, breaking a sweat and taking in ragged breaths, trying to block out the pain - I knew it got better.

And it did. Matt slipped in a third fingers and thrusted it in, finding my sweet spot within the first two thrusts, making me scream, the pain overpowered by the pleasure immediately. "God, mail, there!" I cried out, no longer caring for my pride. "There!"

Matt smirked at me, stretching me wider still and licking along my neck. I shivered, squeezing my eyes shut and letting out another array of moans. I knew the preparation was necessary - that boy was kind of large, like I said - but dammit, I wanted him now. Letting out a overly-loud moan I thrust myself down on his fingers, letting myself soak up the pleasure without restraint.

I can't help but let out a whimper as Matt suddenly pulls out of me and moves away, pulling from my grasp on his shoulders. I hiss at this betrayal, but I see that he's only moved to grab the bottle of lube that was sitting under the couch (it's always there). "Dammit, Matty, hurry up," I hiss, heart pounding, withering and trying to resist the urge to touch myself, which would only earn me more torment from Matt and make me wait longer. The redhead smiles at me, his usual happy-go-lucky-Matt smile.

"I'm hurrying," he says almost teasingly, and I let out a groan of displeasure, fighting the urge to whimper as Matt slathers lube on himself before moving to my entrance again, slipping his fingers back in, but only one and only for the propose of lubricant, not giving me the pleasure of feeling full again. I let out a moan, clawing at his back and forcing him back on top of me. Matt smirks again, returning to his position of straddling me and the usual cocky sex-personality, pushing my legs back as they wrap around his back a little roughly, making me shudder. "You really are so sexy, Mells."

"Shut… up…" I hiss, tangling my fingers in his hair almost angrily and pulling, earning a shudder. "Less talk, more buttsex, Jeevas."

And as always Mail Jeevas complies, slipping his fingers out of my hole and adjusting himself, his member brushing my entrance. I squirmed, stretching my legs apart farther. After a moment, I nod, and he pushes into me. I scream at first, unable to control myself in the blinding pain, my fingernails digging into his shoulder blades. I know for a fact that this is Matt's least favorite part, sitting there panting, waiting for me to give him the okay to start moving. After a few obese seconds I nod my compliance, getting slightly used to the feeling. Matt pushes all the way in, allowing me to feel his full length - no measurements for you, that's for me to know and for you to never find out - before he pulls out and thrusts into me.

I scream, ecstasy overtaking me as he hits my prostate on the first try - he's damn good at that. He wastes no time speeding up, knowing I want him to move as much as he can without having to ask. I kiss him again as he takes a hand to return to my own neglected member, hungrily searching his mouth. The pleasure is nearly overtaking me now, my heart threatening to burst from my chest, my breathing getting more ragged. God, what this boy does to me, I think vaguely, Matt, you dickwad, it's hardly fair…

But it's completely fair, really, and I let out a shuddering scream that I know can probably be heard from the mall across the street from our shabby apartment, hitting my climax and moaning his name, just as always. "M-MAIL!"

It doesn't take more than a few seconds for Matt to release too, filling me with his cum and making me shudder as he collapses onto me, panting against my neck. We lay there like this for a while, him hugging against me and me just laying there, still seeing stars from the sudden encounter of the sexual kind.

"I love you, Mihael," Matt whispers warmly after a while, as he always does, wrapping his arms around me and sitting up, pulling me into him again. I don't protest, snuggling into his lap and resting my head on his chest. He feels warm, and it's nice, just feeling him like that, still tingling with overwhelming pleasure and a bit of shamefulness for being such an uke during sex. But I can hardly help it - it's Matt after all.

"Love you too, Mail," I whisper. It occurs to me in the back of my mind that, really, if anyone wanted to know our real names that badly (a.k.a. Kira) they could just listen to us have a good round of buttsex and they'd be able to put two and two together. I dismiss this thought, though - it was ridiculous after all - and I snuggle closer to him, taking in his cigarette-smoke mixed with cheap laundry detergent, musty-old-apartment, and admittedly, sex. I smile a little as he rests his lips to my forehead, feeling him smirk into the gesture.

After a long time of sitting like this, blissful and happy, Matt speaks again, pulling away from me and brushing the hair from my sweat-soaked cheeks with a warm smile. "Hey, I never got an answer to that question."

I blink in surprise, turning a little so that I'm sitting a little further from his face, not at all fazed by the fact that we're still naked (modesty level: zero). "What question?""You know. The one before the sex. The one about Heaven." Matt replies quietly, looking a little out-of-character-serious, though he's still got that classic Matt-smile on his face.

I make a face at him, a little tempted to tell him he was an idiot. Instead I stretch backwards so that I'm laying on his legs with my back on the armrest of the couch. I ponder his question for a long time, looking up at the auburn red ceiling above my head as I come to a conclusion. I smile as it comes to me, raising my hands up to the sky, stretching my fingers apart dramatically before replying.

"Definitely chocolate-flavor."

A/N: It wasn't me who wrote this, I swear. *hides*OH, and just to say something in my own defense: it actually started out with just the beguining part and then I wanted it to lead up to the chocolate flavor thing, but I couldn't think of anything else to put inbetween the beguining and the end so I threw in some smex, okay? XD don't hate me.