Mello hated living in the drabby city apartment, he absolutly loathed it. However, with L dead and Near on the move, he and Matt had to abandon any form of home comforts to try and beat him, along with catching Kira.

Matt had chosen to come with Mello, and surprisingly, hadn't complained once. He just hacked into computers, researched Kira, played his DS, and smoked. He didn't even complain when they'd gone hungry for three days. Mello had done enough of that for both of them, he supposed.

Indeed, when Mello entered the room, Matt was laying on the crappy bed, playing Mario Party 8 on his DS and sending trails of smoke up to the ceiling fan to blow around.

"Matt, I am pissed off right now. Do as I say for once and put the game away. And put out that stupid cancer stick, while you're at it."

Matt laughed, sending even more smoke into the air and increasing Mello's chances for second-hand-smoke-induced cancer; "Sorry, Mels, no can do."

Mello scowled, and clenched the butt of his pistol; "I'm giving you five more seconds."

Matt didn't move.

"Four!"

Still not moving.

"Three..."

Nada.

"Two....!"

Matt was giggling now.

"ONE!"

And Mello pounced.

~ * ~

"I'm not usually one to pry, but where in the hell did you get handcuffs?"

"Shut up."

Matt's Nintendo was laying discarded on the floor, bleeping out the sad tune where Mario looses a life. The still-smoking ciggarette lay close to it, glowing weakly without the carbon dioxide from it's user's lungs.

Mello was sitting on Matt's stomach, legs on either side, straddling him. A slow, sadistic grin formed on his face as he pulled off his leather gloves.

"Question; How does cuffing me to the bedframe improve your mood?"

"Well, it's better to be aroused than to be pissed, eh?"

He unzipped Matt's jeans, pleased to find a half-erect member hidden under the denim. Taking the limp head between his fingers, he leaned up to trace the side of the gamer's mouth with his tounge. Chuckling a little, he moved back until his head was directly above the quickly hardening cock and breathed hot air on it.

"MUCH better to be aroused."

He slipped the head and first few centimeters into his mouth. He started sucking immediatly, in contrast to all the previous blowjobs he'd ever given Matt.

Matt, meanwhile, was arching his back and straining against his handcuffs. He moaned the blonde's name over and over, complete with groans and the occasional off-key cry. It wasn't long before he came, but his dick stayed erect.

Mello shed his leather jeans and hovered his opening over Matt's erection. Slowly, he pressed down. He kept pressing down until it was all they way inside him.

By now, Matt's head was thrown back and his breathing was completely erratic. Mello also threw his head back, and tears ran down his face. Sure, he and Matt had gone at it before, but it always hurt. Mello wasn't a masochist, but this kind of hurt felt good at the same time.

Mello started moving himself up and down, feeling Matt try to thrust upwards at the same time. He didn't even realise how strong his lover's resistance against the cuffs were until it was too late. The rusty bedframe snapped and Matt's bound arms were thrown around Mello's neck. The redhead connected their mouths in a steamy kiss. Mello was the first to make a move in the kiss, roughly forcing his tounge into Matt's smokey-tasting mouth. It was like kissing an ash tray, but a very sexy and delicious ash tray.

"Matt..." Mello panted, once said redhead had broken the kiss, only to begin kissing Mello's burn scars, from eye to throat, "Matt...harder...harder...please, harder!"

Obliging, Matt pushed Mello down and took a higher position. More leverage equaled deeper thrusts.

"That's what I'm here for, Mel," Matt's voice was breathless and strong at the same time, "Just here to love you and make you cum. Which, I'm sure, you're about to do..."

And like clockwork, white liquid spattered the nicotine-addict's chest. It didn't take much longer than that for said addict to come for the second time that night.

Panting and ready to fall asleep, Mello reached up and unlocked the handcuffs. For the first time, he saw the deep lacerations they had left in his lover's wrists.

"I'm sorry..."

"Don't be. This was worth a little pain, a little blood..."

"Riiiiiight..."

They kissed again, and fell victim to exhaustion.