AN: Holy. Shit.

First off, we would REALLY like to apologize for the delay in updates. The summer was brutal, and we're finally over the start-of-school clusterfuck. Expect more regular updates from now on. I know we say that each time, but we really mean it. We never meant to have this much of a gap between updates, and we're trying to get back on track. Life happens. D:

So, without further adieu, we bring you next installment of Vending Chocolate. It may not be the longest chapter, but it's setting up for what's gonna go down.

Thank you guys for sticking with us, seriously!


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Mikami rolled over, poking at his alarm clock. 'Another day,' he mused, eyes meeting the popcorn ceiling. At least he would be able to enjoy some peace and quiet this mor-

You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you

Aggravation was what directed Mikami's attention to the boy sleeping in the bed across the room, who, obviously, did not wake up to his alarm. The absolutely grating beat that Matt called music was getting progressively louder and he wasn't sure how much longer he could stand it.

Dragging himself from the warm comfort of his bed, he gathered his daily necessities and ambled to the bathroom, locking the door with a heavy sigh. Although he had no real issue with the other boy, Mikami was becoming increasingly frustrated with Matt and his sexual escapades with the snarky blond next door. Maybe it was because he was currently unable to relieve his own…frustration.

He irritably threw on his clothes, smoothing over his appearance in case he saw the object of his obsession today. He was a man on a mission. Mikami refused to be slave to his right hand anymore. He needed something real rather than one his appendages.

I wanna fuck you like an animal
I wanna feel you from the inside

As much as it annoyed him, the dark haired boy had to admit that the song with eerily fitting.

"Matt," he deadpanned. "Wake up, Matt."

Matt groaned into his pillow, an arm reaching to scratch at the waistband of his boxers. "Five more minutes..."

"Then turn off your alarm."

A loud snore emitted from the mass of blankets and red hair.

Fine, if that was how Matt wanted to play. He silently turned it off so he could brush his hair in peace. Not one piece was out of place when he left, giving the still sleeping Matt a little smirk before he shut the door.

Business law. As much Mikami was a firm believer in justice, business just wasn't his forte. Putting the murderous scum of the earth behind bars, however, that was what he dreamed about. He craved justice with almost ever fiber of his being. Almost. He knew all too well that quite a few fibers were dedicated to the brown haired boy sitting a few rows in front of him.

He smiled to himself, his notes having turned into a diligent doodle of his "Kami" pressing him into a table. The smile transformed into a grin as he remained completely oblivious to his surroundings. "This is yours?" Light said lightly, handing Mikami his paper which he had been critiquing. "Nice drawing," he said before he left, leaving Mikami gaping.

As he stared after Light retreating from the classroom, his eyes traveled over the man's thin body, mentally making a note of the way he moved, flexed, muscles shifting against the fabric. Mikami stood, returning his notebook to his bag and descending the stairs, weary that those around him would notice the heavy flush rising in his cheeks.

He could hardly believe it. His Kami had critiqued HIS paper! He slowly drew it out of his bag, reading each comment greedily, taking in a breath at every mark scribbled across the pages. Oh, surely his Kami wanted him, he had talked about how great his syntax was, the way he illustrated his points..

Light was really just...perfect. There was no other way to describe him in Mikami's eyes. Light holding anything Mikami thought or wrote in any sort of regard elated him to the point of seeming borderline insane, but he was mad with love.

He sighed wistfully.

"Is there something wrong?" the object of his affections said from behind.

Turning with a small squeak, Mikami stared at the other man. "Oh! n-no, nothing's wrong at all!"

"I saw your... drawing," Light said with a raised brow.

The blush crept back over Mikami's cheeks, "Oh? I'm...um..I'm.."

"I had no idea," Light said, still looking bemused.

"Had no idea...a-about what?"

Light closed the space between them, lips pressing against his as the elevator closed.

Finding his hands working their way into the other's hair, Mikami pulled Light against him, keeping their mouths locked to one another's as they attempted to navigate down the hall.

"I want you," Light moaned into Mikami's ear, forcing him against the wall.

"T-t-take me, Kami..."

"Into your room..." Light growled, lips grazing on Mikami's sensitive ear.

A yelp broke through Mikami's lips as he looked frantically for his key, finally shoving the small device into the door and turning it with gusto after Light's teeth hit a particularly sensitive spot.

There was a moan, a soft whine, a labored breath.

"Matt..o-oh, Good Lord…" Mello was growling.

Gripping the desk with white knuckles, the redhead groaned loudly, a hand fisting Mello's locks.

Mikami's face blanked for a moment. Why were-? The Light was gone, he came back to reality, and in this reality he was currently standing in his room, staring at his roommate being thrown against his desk by a certain blond. And in this reality, he was pissed. "Get out!"

"S-shit!" Matt sat up quickly when he realized they weren't alone anymore, attempting to cover himself. "What the fucking hell...?!"

Mello growled, bringing Matt to him again. He couldn't focus until he was done, dammit!

Mikami did not need this right now. "Get..out."

"We were enjoying ourselves first," Mello snarled, his high starting to come to an end.

Matt, still trying to make himself appear half decent, shot Mikami a look, "Can you give us a minute..?"

"No. You two, out. I want the room myself."

Frowning, the redhead, looked at Mello, relaxing his grip on him.

"Hell no, we were here first," Mello hissed, a hand sliding to cup Matt, ready to finish.

Mikami let out a low growl, a similar sound reverberating in Matt's throat, but for completely different reasons.

Sliding his glasses up his nose with a slender finger, Mikami sighed in an attempt to contain his fury.

"Would you leave?" the blond moved away from Matt, pushing Mikami out the door and slamming it. The dark haired boy heard the distinct clack of the deadbolt sliding into place, followed by retreating footsteps.

"Now…" Mello's voice sounded, muffled by the door. A sharp thump against the wall shook the door frame as a loud groan echoed in the small dorm room.

Mikami straightened his jacket, turning and glaring at the closed door. How dare that arrogant punk throw him from his own room!

With a huff, Mikami made his way to his favorite café, ordered his usual coffee, and sat down with a sigh.

"Mind if I sit here?" a familiar, sexy voice asked.

His eyes traveled up over the lean frame in front of him, mouth open in surprise. "Y-yes, of course!" In a flurry of suit jacket, slacks, and an all-too out of date tie, Mikami stood awkwardly, tripping over his chair.

Light sat down with a raised brow, smiling, "Sit down, by all means. I'm sorry if this bothers you. It's crowded and there's nowhere else to sit." He sipped at a small cup of coffee.

"I-it's very alright! Perfectly alright!" he sank back to his seat, a blush spreading over his cheeks. He could do little other than stare at Light, taking in every inch of the man.

Light rubbed the rim of his cup, frowning delicately. "Are you here to study?"

His eyes locked onto the finger, moving oh-so-slowly. He had never been jealous of a cup. Never. But bloody hell…

Light looked up at him, turning the frown to him, "Is that a no? You don't have any books."

"W-what…OH!" he started, glasses falling askew. "I-I'm just…waiting for my room to…" an angry sigh threatened what little calm he had left, "…open up."

"Are you having trouble with your roommate?" He smirked. He knew how to control his.

"Not so much the roommate, but his boyfriend and what he was doing to the roommate," the sigh danced over his lips once more.

"That can be rather disturbing, yes."

"I can't stand it," Mikami groaned, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Kick them out. It is your room, as well."

"Oh, I tried, believe me." He put the cup down with an angry clatter, "he, literally, threw me out."

"And you just gave up?"

Mikami looked up, color draining from his face. "Oh….well…" his eyes dropped once more. "I…I'm sorry."

"You are a strange man." Light smiled, "Wavering in passion."

"No! No, never wavering! I just have to find something to inspire me." He paused, catching Light's eyes, "Or someone."

"Anyone come to mind?" he asked lightly, eyes drifting between danger and amusement.

"I've an idea, but I'm still making sure." He was sure. He was damn sure.

"I hope it works out," he said, draining his cup.

Mikami smiled, watching Light over his cup as he took a sip. "You've got no idea."


Again, sorry for such a long delay, but we're getting back on track! Tell us what you think, and, for seriously, expect an update soon!

-Leather and Stripes