A/N: Well, it's only been, what, four or five days since I last posted a chap? But it feels like a long time. XD
Yay, chapter seven! Written last week, edited today. D'you like it? (I don't, it's a bit too short DX) Tell me.
Surprise this chapter! Sorry, no lemon (… yet XD). Soon, I promise… maybe.
Warnings: Language, yaoi, OOC Mello.
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Death Note. 'Cause if I did, there woulda been a major Misa/Takada bitchfight. Not just verbal, either. I'm talking all-out violence.
Mello slept for a long time. Naturally not needing much sleep, Matt had risen about four hours after falling asleep holding the blonde. He was sure the other was just fine, but he felt anxious not seeing the blonde awake for so long, a personal reaction.
He's healing, after all, Matt thought as he bustled uncharacteristically around the apartment, cleaning it up. Besides, it's not like anyone ever died from sleeping too long.
Much to Matt's surprise, he found the blonde awake, dressed in one of Matt's old overlong band tee shirts. He was seated on the couch, knees drawn up and looking adorably forlorn.
Matt felt guilty for not leaving a note, but in truth he'd only run up to the corner store to buy cigarettes, chocolate, and Red Bull and hadn't expected him to awaken in his absence. He handed the blonde a bar of chocolate as a peace offering, which was accepted with an enthusiastic thank-you.
He looked even more adorable now, cheeks (well, cheek) flushed with happiness and smiling his wonderful smile, the one that made Matt feel like the sun was shining only on him… until the smile melted into a look of confusion. "Uh, Matt?"
"Whoa." The redhead jumped slightly and shook his head to clear it as he was snapped out of his trance. "Sorry, Mells."
"S'okay," said the blonde. "Just… what were you staring at?"
"You," Matt replied bluntly, then panicked when he saw Mello's face contract painfully and color in shame. Almost tripping over his words, he rushed out, "No, no! Not like that! I mean… it's just… a second ago, when you were smiling and all, you looked… um… you looked really cute, is all," Matt's voice gradually dwindled down into a mortified mumble as he blushed in an imitation of the blonde moments ago.
When he had gathered the shattered remnants of his pride moments later, he cautiously glanced up to gauge Mello's reaction to his confession.
The blonde simply stared at him for a few moments before bursting into laughter. Relieved beyond words, Matt laughed along with him.
When finally they were able to contain the last few residual giggles and catch their breath, Mello asked, "Were you serious? You really think I'm… cute? Even with this?" He added, pointing to the damaged side of his face incredulously when Matt nodded fervently. "I don't even really… see it," the redhead explained earnestly, while the blonde blushed pink.
"See, you're even cuter like that," Matt told him, brushing his fingertips lightly across the other's cheekbone to make his point. Mello looked embarrassed, and reached up to grab the redhead's hand.
Matt expected for the other to push it away, but to his great surprise, and pleasure, he lowered it to his mouth to trail careful kisses down each finger and all over the palm. The redhead sighed audibly at the gratifying sensation, never breaking eye contact with Mello.
Finally, Matt couldn't take it anymore and snatched his hand away, causing hurt to flash in the blonde's blue eyes for just the barest instant before the redhead's stripe-clad arms were enfolded tightly around his slender waist, dragging him into the other.
And all thoughts were blasted into oblivion as Matt's lips covered his, kissing him with enough intensity to make Mello's muscles go limp and rubbery and take his breath away. Enough intensity to, after the initial shock wore off, make him slide his eyes shut and loop his arms around the redhead's neck, toying with a few of the fiery locks that hung there.
And Mello most certainly wasn't the only one enjoying the kiss, either. An animal instinct and an overwhelming, velvety heat had encased Matt, obliterating all logical thought. As the kiss escalated into something rougher and more passionate, if Mello purred, Matt growled. And when the redhead's impatient tongue swept almost hesitantly over his lower lip, the blonde instantly submitted, granting the other access, adding tongues to the mix. Their tongues danced a graceful, elaborate dance, with Matt leading.
There was no fight for dominance, which surprised both of them. Had it been anyone else, Mello would've fought without a doubt—and won. But, shit, Matt… Matt was just too damn good.
Both of them instinctively knew when the kiss needed to come to an end, and it wound down slowly, ending on a distinctly sweet note when the redhead reluctantly disengaged, only to give in to temptation and gently press his lips back to Mello's in a chaste caress once… twice… three times.
And the words, the ones that had coiled in Mello's stomach for days, no doubt stirred up from kissing, rose before he had time to edit them. "I love you, too."
