Author's Note: Hello again! We are finally onto double digit chapters! *Runs around doing a happy dance.* As exciting as this is, this chapter gave me a really hard time. Everything I wrote didn't seem to sound right, but after much editing, it's ready for all of you to read.

I included some music in this chapter so I suggest you at least listen to "I'm Not Your Boyfriend Baby" by 3OH!3. I also included "Don't Trust Me," so if you feel like it, you should listen to that too. I actually really wanted to have something from 3OH!3's newest album, Streets of Gold, but decided not to because I wanted to keep things chronologically correct (this chapter takes place on Feb. 13th 2010 and Streets of Gold didn't come out until June 2010).

That's all. I'm going to stop ranting about music now so that you can read the chapter. Enjoy and please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or any of its characters or 3OH!3 or the songs I mention.

Chapter 10: Chocolate Heart

"DIE BITCH, DIE!" Mello rapidly pounded the buttons of the Wii controller. Matt's Link character expertly maneuvered around Mello's Bowser character's attack. Link turned around to deliver the final death blow. The winner screen came up, displaying Link. "Again," Mello demanded.

Matt and Mello had been sitting in their living room playing Super Smash Bros. Brawl for the past three hours. Matt was beginning to regret that he had chosen to bring his Wii with him when Mello had asked that he come help him after the explosion. No, that's not true. I love my Wii. He was, however, regretting asking Mello to play Super Smash Bros. with him. I should have just let it go when he said he didn't want to play. But Matt had convinced him by saying that it was a really easy game and that all you had to was hit random buttons. Mello had reluctantly agreed and soon discovered how addicting the game was; Mello hadn't won a single round and refused to stop playing until he did.

"Come on Mello, can't we play a different game?"

"No, I told you, not until I win a match." He selected a new arena. "And it doesn't count when you let me win." Matt had already tried that a while ago, hoping that it would.

Matt loved video games but playing the same game for three hours against an unworthy opponent was getting a little boring. His mind started to wander to other more interesting things, namely Mello. But not the Mello who was currently trying desperately to win a match - rather, the sexual beast that Mello became when Matt would let him.

He was considering allowing Mello to go farther. Matt knew that Mello wanted to and he thought that he might be ready. I wonder what it would be like…having sex with Mello. He dodged another attack without giving much thought to the game.

It had been about a week since they had gone out to the restaurant. Since that time in the car, Matt had been putting an increasing amount of thought into this subject. He hadn't said anything about it to Mello and had certainly not acted on it because, although he wanted to, the concept made him very apprehensive. Matt wanted his first time to be special and so he was waiting for the right time. He did not know when this opportune moment would present itself, but he waited for it nonetheless.

"Shit," he mumbled, remembering suddenly that tomorrow was Valentine's Day. Attributing Matt's profanity to the fact that he had just lost the match, Mello stood up and did something that was probably meant to be a victory dance.

"Fuck yeah!" he exclaimed, knowing that Matt had not lost on purpose this time. Matt focused in on the screen; Mello had actually won.

Relieved that he would finally be able to do something else, Matt got up and went to the kitchen. He started rummaging through the cabinets for what he was looking for when he heard Mello. "What are you doing?"

"Um… we are out of cereal. Could you go to the store and get some?" The thought of Valentine's Day reminded Matt that he needed Mello out of the house to do something.

"You're going to eat cereal now? It's the middle of the day."

"So?" Matt wished that he hadn't thought of such a poor excuse to try to get Mello to leave, but in his haste, he wasn't able to come up with anything better. This is what happens when I don't think things through…

"I haven't asked you once to buy me chocolate so why would I want to go get you cereal? And it's not like we live right down the street from the store. Go get your own damn cereal." Mello sat down at the table.

That's it; this should get him to leave. Matt leaned against the counter. "Aren't you almost out of chocolate?" Mello thought for a moment. He sighed.

"Yeah," he grumbled, "I guess I can pick up some cereal while I'm at the store. What kind do you want?"

"Something like Cap'n Crunch maybe." Matt wasn't sure what kinds of cereal the store had and since it didn't really matter he had just said the first thing that came to mind.

"Okay, I'll be back in a little bit." Mello got up from the table.

"Sure," Matt said, hoping that Mello wasn't in any hurry. As soon as he heard the front door shut, he started to get out the ingredients he needed.

The idea started with Matt wanting to do something for Mello for Valentine's Day. He had decided on making Mello chocolate since, one: he knew Mello would like it, and two: it was tradition to give chocolates on Valentine's Day in Japan and, seeing that they were in Japan, he figured why not?

Although he had never made chocolate before, he figured it couldn't be too hard. Matt got out a sauce pan and looked at the ingredients on the counter: cocoa powder, milk, sugar, butter, and vanilla extract. Staring at these items, he realized that he didn't really know what he was doing.

Maybe some music will inspire me. He brought his laptop down to the kitchen and sat it on the table, selecting 3OH!3 before commencing with his chocolate project.

He poured some milk into the pan and turned the burner on medium before adding some cocoa powder, sugar, butter, and a few drops of vanilla extract. He stirred the ingredients together, singing along to "Don't Trust Me."

Once the components were mixed, he tasted the gooey liquid. Probably too sweet for Mello. He added more cocoa powder. Satisfied now that it had more of a dark chocolate taste, he turned off the burner and poured it into the heart shaped tin he bad bought for the occasion. The tin would mold the words "I Love You" into the chocolate heart.

Matt was a little concerned about this, but since all the molds he had seen came this way, he had little choice. When he had first seen the message that was stamped out on every tin, he wondered if he actually did love Mello, but now as he poured the liquid chocolate into the heart shaped container, he knew that he did. And although Matt wanted desperately to tell Mello, he was worried that his feelings wouldn't be reciprocated.

Matt sat the tin on the counter, planning on letting it cool some before putting it into the refrigerator to set. Now with his task completed, he could relax a little. He looked at the digital clock display on the oven. Mello still shouldn't be home for a while. I should have plenty of time to get the kitchen cleaned up.

Matt took out a cigarette, placing it loosely between his lips, and lit it. He inhaled slowly, the sensation liberating. Mello never let him smoke in the house and so this small rebellion ensued great pleasure.

Matt wiped the surface of the counter off where he had spilled a little cocoa power and put away the ingredients he had used. Since the pan was still hot, he could not yet wash it out, so he left it on the counter to cool along with the tin of chocolate. Matt walked into the living room to play videogames to pass the time; anything would be fine as long as it wasn't Super Smash Bros.

After about a quarter of an hour, Matt figured he should go finish cleaning up. He turned off the Wii and went back into the kitchen. He had forgotten to turn off his laptop and it was now playing "I'm Not Your Boyfriend Baby." He sang along as he washed out the chocolate glazed pan in the sink.

"I'm not your boyfriend baby. I ain't your cute little sex toy. I'm not…"

"Really, is that how you feel?" Mello said sarcastically. Matt turned around to see his blond boyfriend leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. He had apparently not heard him come in over the music. Matt abandoned the pan in the sink and scooted over slightly to try to shield the tin that still rested on the counter with his body.

"What are you doing home so early?" was all Matt said.

"What do you mean 'so early'? I've been gone for an hour. And what the hell, Matt? I told you not to smoke in the house!" The scent of Matt's cigarette still lingered in the air despite the fact that he had finished it a while ago.

"Sorry." Matt really didn't care that Mello was angry at him; he just wanted him to leave the room so that he could hide the chocolate heart.

"What is this shit you're listening to?" Mello went over to the table and turned off the music that was still blasting though the speakers on the laptop. He looked back up at Matt who was still leaning suspiciously against the counter. "What are you trying to hide?"

"What? Nothing," he replied, not at all convincingly.

"Yeah, sure." Mello started towards Matt, and therefore, the object that lay behind him. "What is it?" Seeing no way to successfully hide the chocolate heart, Matt decided his best bet was stopping Mello from insisting on seeing it.

"It's…a surprise," Matt said, echoing the words that Mello had used to stop him from finding out what his birthday present was.

"Okay, great. What is it?" Mello demanded, pushing past Matt.

"No, wait…" But it was too late; Mello had already seen.

"This is for Valentine's Day?" Mello's tone was suddenly less hostile.

"…Yeah," Matt said reluctantly.

"Don't girls normally give guys chocolate for Valentine's Day in Japan?" Matt blushed. He hadn't thought about that, but now that Mello had mentioned it, he knew that he was right.

"Yeah, I guess…"

"At least we know who the girl is in this relationship," Mello said mockingly.

"What? No!" Matt protested, "You're the one who looks more like a girl!" Mello paused, looking a Matt with an expression more disappointed than angry.

"Really, Matt, really? You're going to bring that up?" All the while they were at Whammy's, Matt had never said a word about it. The other children had teased Mello because of his effeminate appearance. Or, at least they had when Mello had first arrived; once they found out what he would do to them if they did, they quickly stopped. "I'm already mad about you smoking in the house; do you really want to push me right now?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." Matt was earnest in his apology; he knew that this was a touchy subject for Mello. "Can we just leave it at I made you chocolate for Valentine's Day and not read anything into it?"

"Whatever. That chocolate better be pretty damn good." Mello moved forward to taste it, but Matt stepped in his way.

"No, not until tomorrow. Besides it's not finished yet." Matt picked up the tin and took it to the refrigerator, pushing some stuff out of the way to make room for it. As he shut the refrigerator door, something pointy hit him in the back. The box of cereal fell to the floor, one of its corners bent in slightly.

"Enjoy your stupid fucking cereal." Matt turned around to face the evidently still angry blond.

"Look, Mels, I told you I was sorry. I wasn't thinking."

"I don't care about what you said if that's what you really think." Mello paused, and then, much more quietly, "Why did you never say it before? No one else ever bothered to keep their opinions secret." Matt swore that Mello's expression was almost sad; he had never seen Mello let his guard down this much.

"I always cared about you, Mels, why would I do something to upset someone I care about?" Matt put his arms around Mello, pulling him into a hug.

It was an odd sensation for Matt, comforting Mello. He remembered when he had first come to Whammy's after his parents died. Mello had been the one to comfort him then. Thinking back, Matt wasn't sure why Mello befriended him. The most outgoing kid there becoming best friends with the antisocial boy; it must have seemed strange to the other children. Matt's reminiscent thoughts were interrupted by something that he had not expected.

"I love you," Mello whispered into Matt's ear, tightening his embrace. Matt's heart hammered in his chest; these three seemingly simple words meant the world to him.

"I love you too," Matt whispered back, breathing in the lavender scent of Mello's shampoo. He couldn't ever remember feeling more whole, more complete, than he did then, standing in the kitchen in Mello's arms.