A/N: HAPPY HALLOWEEN PEOPLE OF FANFICTION NET. ^^ Annnnd a very happy birthday to L. GUESS WHAT? WE UPDATED SOONER THIS TIME. xD I had the day off yesterday, so I spent most of the time sleeping, and then having issues over this chapter. I actually have the rest of the fic planned out, but this part was the hardest to...write out because I knew what I wanted, just not how I wanted it to come, y'know? -shot'd- Anyway, enjoy...and Mello's POV shall come later today, I swear it.
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Mello is a bitch.

Mello was a really sexy bitch.

Scratch that. Mello could be the frickin' god of sex. A mean, torturous god. It wasn't fair.

At the moment, said sex god had just exited the bathroom in a warm billow of steam. Meaning, he wore nothing but a towel, and the rosary he never seemed to remove. Which meant he was practically naked, and wet, and...

My poor, hormone effected brain couldn't take it. I mean, no matter what happened, I was still a teenage guy. And teenage guys...well hormones were unavoidable. Specially when you lived with someone like Mello. I was completely fixated on him, taking in every inch of his muscled, gorgeous self with wide eyes and a dry mouth. He knew he was torturing me. He knew.

To my embarrassment, he looked over while I was still practically drooling over him. I was hoping he'd just pass it off, since he was probably used to being looked at as such. No luck.

"See something you like, Matty?" His eyes glinted with mirth, that smirk of his firm in place. I could have sworn my head spun with the force of my blush, as I quickly jerked my head back in the direction of the television screen.

"You wish," Classic come back, that had to count for something. Or...nothing because it was overused. Whatever. You try and think with Mello being his unfairly sexy self just feet away. For once, I fumbled to get a grasp on catching up in my game again, and could only pray he didn't notice. No doubt he probably had anyway, as I heard a light chuckle from behind me.

This is all just one week into my new stay with Mello. Something told me this was going to be a lot harder to handle then at Wammy's...

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Boy how right I'd been with that thought. It had been a little over a couple months now, and I was getting driven frickin' insane. By my own hormones, which Mello so successfully provoked.

The natural craving for sex had slowly been winning over my aversion to it lately. Sure I wasn't completely over things, because I wasn't sure how I'd react to the situation itself. Nevertheless, I was stuck focusing more on how I wanted sex, as opposed to how much I hated it, and living with Mello had gotten...difficult.

I'll say it again, it isn't fair.

With every week that passed, he'd seemed to have gotten even more bold. Not that Mello wasn't a bold person to begin with, I had the feeling he was just working me into...whatever it was he was working me into. Not so subtle innuendos were dropped, the teasing heightened beyond the levels it had reached back at Wammy's, and the touching...

Mello had never been a touchy person when it came to me. Sure he didn't protest to my constant need to be touching him in some way. And yeah he occasionally slunk an arm around me in turn, or ruffled my hair, or something. Never though, did he encourage me, or initiate more then the regular contact on his own.

Not until now anyway. It was like he went out of his way to brush against me or something of the like. He'd stroke my face under the pretense of brushing hair from my eyes, sling an arm over my shoulder while I was trying to focus on my gaming, sprawl over the couch with his head on my lap, lean unnecessarily close if we were speaking...all of it. A few times already he'd tricked me into a kiss, and then leave it like nothing abnormal had just happened.

It was freaking killing me here. If there really was that God Mello believed in, I'd like to know what the hell I'd done wrong. Would it even help if I said I was sorry for inappropriate thoughts towards Mello? I mean, it wasn't really my fault.

'Sides, by the looks of things, I wasn't the only one having inappropriate thoughts, and I was pretty sure Mello wasn't getting tortured. Why did he have to go and make things so difficult? Why couldn't he go get off on some other guy?

....On second thought, the idea made me ill. It. Wasn't. Fair. Why did I have to love Mello? Why was it so hard to give him what he wanted? It would be enjoyable, wouldn't it? From the amount of pleasure I got out of the little things, it had to be an amazing experience to actually take the next step. So why not?

Alright, I really needed to stop asking myself questions I didn't have the answers to. I loved Mello much more then should be allowed. I didn't want to give into him because I didn't want empty sex. I wanted it to mean something more to him then getting an easy release. End of story.

If only it were so easy to actually handle as it was to think it through.

I was done thinking right now. Every time, my thoughts always trailed to the same thing. The very topic they were focused on right now. I needed something to do, that would keep me more fully occupied then even my games could. Maybe I'd try my hand at cooking again. My skills in that area could use some work.

...Okay, a lot of work. Which made the idea even better. I had a couple hours to kill until Mello was due home, though there was always the possibility he wouldn't' show up anyway. I'd realized after a while that the time he said he was going to be home, and the time he was home didn't usually match up. Sometimes with distances like days in between. It was something you got used to living with Mello.

I was okay with that, sort of. Without the ridiculous comments about being a house wife, it would be easier to focus.

Just had to remember that cans did not belong in the microwave...hn...

It wasn't until sometime later that the loud slamming of the door alerted me to Mello's arrival. An almost sigh of relief escaped me, all too pleased that he had at least made it home at the promised time.

"In here, Mel." I called to alert him of my location in the kitchen as opposed to my preferred spot on the couch with my games.

"What're you doing in there? And nothings burning? I'm amazed." His taunting voice came, soon followed by the blond himself.

"....Catch the toaster on fire once and you never let it go," I mumbled, which really wasn't that good of a defense now that I thought on it....Huh, well I'd like to see him do better in the kitchen. I was pretty sure this area of the apartment went unused before I'd gotten here.

"And have you cooked since that incident? Or tried rather?" I had actually, and I opened my mouth to say so, but he cut me off before I could get anything out. "Let me rephrase that. Have you cooked in here, without fucking it up?"

That wasn't fair. He knew as well as I the answer to that one. "No, but-"

"No buts. I'm right, and you know it. So since cooking is out of the question, what are you doing in here, hm?"

"Cooking." I insisted as he brought out a bar of chocolate from the cabinet. He better not have gone through the whole stash already...I hated going out to get more. Which I ended up having to do anyway. All. The. Time. Just another not so positive aspect of living with Mello. Still, the pros outweighed the cons, so who was I to complain?

"No, really." I had the feeling he was just trying to annoy me now, due to the ghost of a smirk I could just make out on his lips. I rolled my eyes, knowing I could get away with it thanks to the goggles, before stepping out of the way of his view of the stove.

"Yes, really. See?" I gestured towards the pot I was using to boil pasta in my attempt to make a decent meal. Nothing was burning yet, no smoke, anything. I was doing pretty good as far as I was concerned.

Mello raised a brow in apparent disbelief, coming over beside me to lift the lid off the plot. He seemed torn between amusement, and disgust when he looked over at me again, an odd mixture of a smirk and grimace on his face. "Matt...what is this supposed to be?"

"You're joking? What's it look-" I cut myself off when I leaned around him to peer inside myself, frowning at the filmy looking water and what looked to be a pasty colored rock molded to the bottom. "Eww..." The small uttering escaped me before I could help it, getting Mello to bark out a laugh. He clapped my shoulder none too lightly, shaking his head.

"It looks like you forgot to stir. Whatever it was...just throw it away. I'd rather not have to deal with food poisoning, especially not at your hands." He snapped off a chunk of chocolate, still smirking at me. That smirk of his could really be annoying when he wanted it to be. I rolled my eyes in response, turning around to turn off the stove and push the pot off the burner. At least it seemed to be a step up from burning appliances...

"So how was-...whoa..." My sentence cut off once more, not because of my kitchen fail, but because when I turned to face Mello again, I found the space between us considerably lacking. With every breath, our chests actually brushed, and I could practically taste the chocolate on his breath. My head spun, and I had issues concentrating on getting away.

...Not that I could move anyway, I was sort of caught.

"Uh...hi," I murmured lightly, resting a hand on his chest and applying a faint pressure. "You know, we're kinda standing by a hot stove, I mean just 'cos I turned it off doesn't mean...well you know, it could still hurt and stuff, and that really would-"

"Hey Matt?" Mello cut me off once more, the hand that still rested on my shoulder tightening its grip just slightly. When he deemed my attention caught, he gave an eye roll. "Just shut up. You ramble when you're nervous, gets on my nerves."

I had no response to that, so I just bit my lip, willing myself not to flush. Damn it, it wasn't fair that Mello could do so much...by doing nothing. Not that I would call invading my personal space in such extreme levels nothing but...there is a point there, okay? I'm just having a bit of trouble thinking clearly here, Mello does that to me. I'm pretty sure Mello does that to everyone. Add that to his list of special skills, heh...

"Why are you nervous anyhow? You never used to be," I wasn't sure how to answer that without spilling everything, so I just shrugged, shaking my head. Though instead of some comment about how that wasn't an answer, or I was a dumb ass, I was greeted with the feeling of Mello's lips molding into mine. Before I could get it into my head to respond, or pull away, they were gone again. He'd pulled away enough to be able to study me, and suddenly I was flushing like crazy. "Is it 'cos of that? Hm?" This thought seemed to amuse him, and he was leaning in again, lips at my jaw. Like always, it sent those tingles over my skin and my mind whirring.

"Mello, c'mon. Cut it out." I urged, pressing against his chest again to get my point across. I could practically see him rolling his eyes, though I couldn't really see his face at the moment. His lips had migrated to my throat and...fuck had it always felt that good?

"Why?" It was always 'why'. Like I needed to have a reason to ask him not to molest me. Okay, so he wasn't really molesting me, but you get what I mean. Its not like I asked for him to do this. And if I had...I really needed to look into what form of body language he spoke.

"Look, we'll...ahn...uh, we need to eat don't we? Mm, c'mon, let's go..." I could have cursed myself for how badly I stumbled over my words, but it only seemed to amuse him. Of course it amused him, he got his kicks out of making me squirm lately.

His arms went around my waist, despite my words. It wasn't right how...right it felt. I pushed those thoughts away, wriggling a bit, wanting out before I really got comfortable there. I'd worked too hard, too long, to keep my apparently unrequited affections to myself. I wasn't about to ruin them now, when I'd just got Mello back.

"The fuck is wrong with you? Look, I know that...what happened really messed with you, but this is crazy. Its me, you trust me, you've said that. So why push me away?" There was a slight hint of annoyance in Mello's voice, but otherwise he was relatively calm. Or whatever you would call his 'not angry' stage. I'd yet to find a word for that actually.

I sighed, shaking my head again. "Nothing is wrong with me Mel. Has it occurred to you that maybe I don't want this?" It was near impossible to force the words out, I'd never handled lying to Mello well. And its not like he ever believed me anyway, but it was always worth the shot if I even had to lie to him to begin with. I hated it.

Mello scoffed, an almost scowl on his lips now. "Don't try it Matt, you were all over me that first evening, you can't deny that. Why stop?" Once more he was leaning in so our chests were flush, and I would swear I could feel his heartbeat. Before I could stop it, a shiver ran down my spine, and I was itching to press my lips into his because they were just so close...

"Because I can. Do I really need a reason?" I somehow managed, tugging back instead of forward like my body so urged me. Mello wouldn't allow this though, tightening his arms as the corner of his lips tightened as well.

"Yes, you do. Just tell me, and I'll drop it. I might even leave you alone." His tone was hard, demanding, the usual pretty much when I was doing something wrong. Which I wasn't. This was really, really stupid. Why couldn't he just drop it? Let our friendship stay normal, and comfortable instead of provoking me and my hormones and sending my heart in a dizzy whirl of lurching somersaults...

I glared, finally just yanking myself away with the force I could muster. This sent me stumbling back a bit, but at least I was away from his strong hold, and his warm chest, and inviting smile and...damn it this wasn't helping.

"Do you want to know why I won't give into you Mello?" I asked, trying to copy his hard tone, and only managing to make myself sound stiff and congested. Damn.

Surprisingly, he passed over that and moved right onto my unneeded question. "The fuck else would I want to know dumb ass?" Another chunk of chocolate was bitten roughly off as he leaned against the counter, glowering at me. That really didn't aid the pressure of what I was going to say much.

Oh damn...I really thought I was going to say it, didn't I? After all these years of having it to myself, could I really even get it out? Even as I thought about it, the words didn't want to come. They were there, so many, waiting to be let out, but they'd been held in so long now. I felt like an idiot, just standing there, staring, while Mello watched on expectantly. I didn't even know how to say it. The words 'I love you' seemed so plain, so...empty. People said it all the time without meaning, but there wasn't a doubt in my mind that I meant it. With every fiber of my pathetic being and...

"Mello."

"You're wasting my time dumb ass. Do you even have a reason? Or are you finally gonna let me fuck you?" He smirked with this, but it was an empty smirk, not the one I didn't mind. I glared again, gritting my teeth and shaking my head.

"You wish." Always my comeback. Pathetic, cliche, overused...the usual.

"Why not? Tell me why Matt. Do you not trust me? You don't have to lie, I won't be mad," His eyes were cold...colder then usual, calculating, and I wasn't at all fond of the feeling. It sent a chill up my spine instead of the usual warm tingles I usually got.

"Of course I trust you! That...that has nothing to do with this. Just listen!"

He sneered in response to this, and my temper flared fractionally for whatever reason. If anything, I should have not trusted him, and it would have been his own fault! The way he was acting, it was stupid, irritating, and for the first time I found myself wanting to hit Mello, or something of the like.

Instead though, when I approached, I grabbed his face in my hands and smashed our lips together with enough force that I tasted blood on my tongue. Whether it was mine or Mello's, I didn't care. I was more focused on pouring every ounce of raw emotion I could into that kiss. I wanted him to know, to understand what was really going on with me, for once in his god damn life.

"Mello." I murmured again when I broke the kiss, panting heavily against his lips. My hands still held firmly to his face, giving him no choice but to look at me. Not that he had any problem with eye contact anyway. He looked a bit surprised though, or at least caught off guard. I was a bit shocked by my own actions, so he couldn't even cover that. I didn't know whether I was pleased that I'd caught him off his guard, or worried about how he would react to....

I shoved that way, leaning in to kiss him again, sweeter this time, more affection then anything. A kiss like I hadn't had the chance to give him before. One I'd wanted to give him for what seemed like forever. Because I'd been waiting for Mello forever, and this was my chance. Not the first, but one I couldn't waste like the others.

"Mello," Once more his name fell off my lips, and I could tell he was getting impatient. I breathed out a sigh, yanking my goggles down to look him directly in the eye.

"Mello, I fucking love you."

Bahaha....FINALLY! Lets see how this goes, eh? Maybe yummy lemony goodness next chap? Depends on the reviews kids. Keep 'em coming.
KIDDING. Ya'll know I'm going to keep writing anyway. ;D