(I have to work on my L/Light thing, mostly because I am trying to think of a damned original plot point. I tried the strip joint one, which I loved, but now...I'm out. So, I bring you Matt/Mello!

This is slightly angsty, so I'm changing the second category to General, rather than have to write humor in every drabble. Anyways, don't own.)


"You're smoking again?" Mello chided, glaring down at his boyfriend in amusement. Matt nodded, and inhaled.

"Smoke is the only thing that comes close to tasting as good as you." He teased, seeing Mello sniff in annoyance.

"I should think not. I taste way better than a cigarette. Do you know how many chemicals are in those things?" Matt shrugged.

"Yes, mom, I do. I do not care, because I'm going to end up dying young anyways." Mello's eyes softened.

"Don't say that, you stupid bitch." Matt rolled his eyes. "You're the only person I know who could and does call me that, and manages to make it sound endearing." Mello laughed.

"Mmyep. That's why you love me." Matt sighed, and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, kissing Mello quickly before putting it back in.

"You suck." He grinned, and Mello knew it was an invitation. He sat on Matt's lap, and shut off his video game, glancing up at the redhead with bedroom eyes.

Matt put out his cigarette. He'd smoke later.


The next day, Mello and Matt prepared for their latest scheme; Mello was going to kidnap Takada and make her reveal Kira's identity. Matt, of course, was going to help.

Mello stared thoughtfully at the cigarette dangling from Matt's lips. He looked up at his lover, and took the cigarette out gently, and wrapped his lips around it. Matt stared at him strangely, wondering what Mello was up to.

Mello handed him his cigarette back, and grinned. "Cigarette kisses. Now you get to taste me and the cigarette together."

Matt laughed, and hugged him. "I love you." Mello smiled at him, and said, "Love you too."

"And that's why I'm not telling you that if this works, I'll die." He added privately.

The two split up at the news station, Matt still smoking the cigarette Mello had kissed.

Driving down the roadway, guards on his tail, Matt had begun to laugh, still tasting Mello on the cigarette, and remembering that it was going to be okay now; Mello was going to catch Kira, and they would live happily ever after!

And even as he got out of the car, and the guards leveled their guns on him, he still believed that.

Even as they shot him, he believed that, because he'd known in his heart if the plan worked, Mello would die. It would work; they'd be together in heaven or hell or nothingness or whatever, if that was what it came to.

As he died, blood pouring from out of him and onto his jacket, the last sensation he felt was the ash of the cigarette, felt the velvet kiss still imprinted on it.

The last thing he tasted...Was Mello.