~Thanks to laughing senseless for the sickness~

"Okay. So you're going to stay here and be good?" Mello asked, a little unsure. He was in the entrance of their apartment.

Nonetheless, Matt nodded. He looked content in the couch with his Mario pajamas and slippers. His hair stuck up in random areas showing the world that he didn't care to brush it that evening. Two oven mitts covered his hands from view which may have seemed a little out of place, but they definitely helped.

You see, Matt had caught the chicken pox. Mello almost fell over laughing when he found out. Things like, "Aren't you supposed to get that when you're a little kid? Oh wait, with the way you act and dress, you still are one!" kept spilling from his mouth that would frustrate the poor gamer even more than the fact that he couldn't scratch his tempting red bumps all over his body.

Anyway, Mello had to go to the store to get some itching cream the doctor suggested, but didn't want to infect people by bringing the redhead. He's such a giver. "Now don't do stupid crap or I'll not give you your meds and let you go batshit crazy." Yes, a giver.

Matt just nodded again and gave his attention back to the screen of the TV in front of him. Pokémon: The First Movie was playing. You gotta always stick with the classics, my dear friends.

With the movie in to occupy Matt and a task to occupy Mello, the blonde was ready to leave.

~*_TWENTY-FIVE MINUTES LATER_*~

"Mattie, I'm ba-" He stopped dead in his tracks to find that the couch was empty. What instantly caught his attention were two oven mitts that laid on the floor. His head snapped in the direction of the bathroom. It was closed.

No redhead + abandoned mitts + closed (and probably locked) bathroom = disobedient Matt.

That bastard.

"Open up!" Mello pounded on the door. He dropped his groceries to use both fists. "Don't make me shoot down the door."

He could hear intense scratching. And then laughter. "You don't scare me, Mels. We both know you won't since you'd hit me. You don't want that, do you?"

Shit. Matt thought he could win against Mello? Well, maybe he could.

The chocoholic broke out with even more frustrated hits against the door. "You're gonna make those bumps worse if you keep acting like a fucking idiot." Matt didn't even respond. He just scratched away.

A light bulb lit up above Mello's head. "Oh, Mattie." The sexual tone in his voice halted the scratcher for a moment. "I guess I won't be able to rub this cream all over your body. You know, gently massaging it in some places to make it feel all better? But if you want to keep yourself cooped up in-"

Instantly, the bathroom door swung open.

You all... just lost the game. :)