A/N: Kill me, I know I deserve it. But if you're going to kill me, kill the makers of windows vista as well, kay? I've gone through three computers in the last year and it's my mother and vista's fault. It's super early in the morning and I want to die. If you're interested why or want news about story writing go to my journal.

AIR'S POV

Oh God... here we go... He took me outside the Wammy house and into a shiny black car. "So... erm... where are we going?" I asked timidly. Please please please don't say a fancy restaurant.

"Nowhere fancy, don't worry. Uh, it'll be a good thirty minutes before we're there, try to get the rest of your nap in, okay?" he said hurredly. I shrugged and closed my eyes forcing myself not to melt into a puddle.

MATT'S POV

"M-Mello..." I muttered. He was kissing down my neck and gently clawing at my sides. "We need this shirt off, Matt, now," he ordered. I attempted to pull it off but the air vent was too small. I growled in frustration and slammed my elbow down.

CRACK!!

One minute I was falling and the next I was fighting my way through an army of feathers. "Oh crap," Mello muttered and I understood why, we had just trashed all of L's pillows. "Oh shit, what do we do?" I shouted, "L's out with Air and he'll probably wanthis bedroom back!!" I soon found myself pinned under the blonde of mine. "Mello, I know what you want but we can't, we have to fix this place up before-" I was cut short when Mello slipped his hand down my pants.

"Matt, please, just for now, shut up," he whispered hotly in my ear. I felt my voice die as he teasingly pulled his hand back. But he was eagerly back at my neck biting and sucking leaving God knows how many marks but I really didn't care. Why, you ask? His fingers were softly trailing over my skin as he pulled my shirt up and off. Even if I had wanted to say anything or protest my body wouldn't let me.

Just then Mellopushed against me. My hips moved up as my eyes closed. Was he.. did he do that on purpose?! "Like that?" Mello asked sounding genuinely curious. I opened my eyes to see his beet red face inches from mine. "Y-Yeah, just like that," I muttered back. Suddenly he moved forward again and I couldn't help but grind back.

The clothing, the God Damn Clothing! It had to die! I started to pull at my pants in an attempt to get them down but the blonde grabbed my hands and stopped everything he was doing. Ever so slowly he pulled down my jeans revealing my nintendo boxers that were currently way too tight. He played with the elastic for a minute before sliding those down too.

My eyes widened when I realized what he was about to do.

AIR'S POV

We came to a stop at an old broken down house. I cocked an eyebrow wondering what he was up to. He got out and came around to open my door. When I got out I felt chilled. There was something special about this place, I just didn't know what. He gently grabbed my hand tugging me inside the weather-beaten house. The front door creaked open, and I gasped when I saw what awaited. There was a hole in the ceiling letting down a beam of light that highlighted a small table packed with food. It hand two candles but no fancy tablecloth or anything of the like. Just delicious food that looked like it was just cooked.

"W-Wow ..L ... this is-" "Not much, I know, but I hadn't realized it was your birthday 'til yesterday and-" "it's amazing," I said cutting him off, "You did really good." He turned away to hide his blush and made his way to the table. He pulled out a chair and I took it as my cue to sit down. He quickly sat in his own seat and pulled somthing out from under it. "Wine?" I asked. "Y-Yeah,I know it's n-not legal but according to your file you're use to a little alcahol," he stuttered. "Er, yeah, thanks," I said as he poured me a glass.

"Woah, you got the really good kind," I commented. I use to only get this kind on Halloween before the moon ceremony.

L'S POV

"Oh really? I just picked one at random, heh," I lied quickly. I had actually had Watari pick the most expensive wine he could get on short notice. "You chose well," she said gracing me with another one of her smiles. We both started to fix our plates and I couldn't help but let my eyes widen when we both went for the strawberry cake.

"Is that all we want to eat?" I asked. She blushed and muttered, "Well I don't want all this good-looking food to go to waste but..."

I quickly grabbed the rest of the food off of the packed table and took away both of our plates. Slicing my fork through the tastey cake gesturing for her to do the same. She stabbed a strawberry off the top that had whip cream off the top and popped it in her mouth. She took a small sip of the wine and smiled gently when she noticed I was watching.

There was no way I would survive tonight, absolutely not.