A/N: Fender: Ok so as people might have guessed...GEET OUTTA MI MINDE!! coughs
Lost: KITCHEN REAP!! coughs I mean...Oh Noes Matt!! Watch out!! headdesk headdesk headdesk
Fender: yep readers!! we introduce to you the fabulous world of Matt Reap!! (its like rape...only beddar!)

D/C: We admit rather grudgingly that Matt, the obcessive gamer, and Mello the bitchy chocolate addict are not in fact ours

Tilting his head to the side Matt's cheek was now pressed against the cold tile of their kitchen. Above him Mello smirked.

"What's the matter Red? Can't take a little pressure?"

"Just shut up Mel..." he mumbled before beginning to blush slightly. Though he tried to hide it, it was still visible.

Mello rose an eyebrow slowly at the sight of Matt's burning cheeks. Deciding to taunt the redhead below him he asked, "Are you getting turned on Matt? … Is my pinning you down making you hot?" Mello chuckled low in his throat. Amused at Matt's expense.

"No..." Matt's voice trailed off as he attempts to think, am I...no I cant be...he's just a friend… he tries weakly once more to struggle way from him.

Mello was thoroughly amused yet he hid it behind a glare "Don't lie to me Matt."

The pinned gamer began struggling slightly more "I'm...not...now get offa me!!" A few seconds after demanding this, he gives up, panting heavily he's stronger than he looks...just great!

Mello grinned sadistically and began to put more pressure on Matt's Wrists, enough so that he was positive there would be bruises there later.

"Let go!" Matt begged, wincing at the pain he turned his face to look into Mello's eyes.

"And what would be the point in that? This is only the beginning of my revenge." Mello Sneered at him, "You're in for a much worse fate."

Matt struggled harder. "Mel, stop it! Just let me go!" His mind was wandering to all the possibilities that might come from Mello's statement.

"Weren't you listening dear gamer" the chocolate addict said with sarcasm as he situated himself so that he was leaning back on his knees, his hands still pinning Matt to the floor. "Did you really think I would let you get away with telling me I'm PMSing?" Mello's voice was growing softer as the rage behind his words cultivated within him.

Matt realized that if he couldn't get out of this he's going to be in some serious trouble. He made one last attempt to talk his way out. "Mello get off of me...I don't like where this is going...stop..." he tried desperately, his eyes and voice betraying his fear.

"You're acting like a caged animal Matty." Mello said with venom dripping off every word.

"Because you're treating me like one!" he managed to get one hand free, and before he realized what he was doing had pulled Mello down into a kiss.

Mello immediately broke the kiss, grabbing and pinning Matt's arm to the floor once again. "Fuck you! I'm angry right now! I don't want your damn kisses!" He all but yelled, attempting to suppress his desire to kiss the red head back.

Blushing deeply Matt looked away, still not fully comprehending what he had just done.

"What? You've got nothing to say for yourself?" Mello said dropping the gamer's wrists only to pin him by his shoulders.

Looking up at the blonde, Matt's face turned a bright, embarrassed kind of red that could rival even his hair. "No..." he said simply.

"In that case," Mello spoke under his breath, finally allowing himself to give in to his longings. Leaning down he pressing his lips harshly to Matt's, his rage still bubbling below the surface, but suppressed for another minute or so.

Matt's eyes widened considerably at the kiss and his face, if possible, turns an even deeper shade of red. As Mello pulled away he couldn't resist asking, "What was that for?"

Glaring at Matt's question the Mob Boss hissed his response. "Just shut up! You're ruining the moment" Leaning back in he kisses him once again.

Matt resumes trying to pull away only to remember that he's being pressed against the floor. Waiting for Mello to stop he finally got the opportunity to ask. "B-but doesn't this go against your religion?"

Squeezing Matt's shoulders, Mello hissed in a low voice "I told you to shut up!"

Squirming in pain Matt fell silent and watched, afraid of the look that was in Mello's eyes. It was the same look he got when he was ready to kill for chocolate because he had been out for a while.

Removing his right hand from Matt's shoulder he moved his left arm so that it crossed just below Matt's neck allowing him to hold both shoulders down with just one hand. Using his right hand he tilted Matt's face to the right and attacked his neck.

Matt could be heard whimpering slightly as Mello moved his arm. He resisted the urge to push him away. As he felt his neck being attacked he couldn't help the small, almost unheard moan that escaped his lips.

A knowing mile spread across Mello lips as he felt rather than heard Matt moan. Moving his lips downward he began his trail to Matt's still clothed chest. Feeling him shivering at his touch he continued to move further down towards his shirt.

Matt was trying to think his way out of his situation. I'm not gay...and Mello isn't either...why am I enjoying this then!! He tried to keep his train of thought but it was getting harder to do so the more Mello continued.

Mello pulled back as his lips met Matt's shirt, he knew if he removed his arm from his chest Matt would run away. He cast about ways to remove it in his mind. Finding a solution, he reached towards the kitchen drawer beside him. Fumbling blindly in it, his lips twisted into a small of satisfaction as he found what he was looking for. Without further notice he pulled out the largest kitchen knife they owned.

Matt's eyes widened as he seen the knife thinking that Mello was truly beyond help in his fit of anger. Changing his strategy he closed his eyes and kissing him back. Please let this work...don't let him stab me...

Groaning happily in his throat, the knife still in hand he slowly brought it down to the bottom edge of Matt's shirt. Using just the tip he cut the shirt right up the middle furthermore creating a thin cut up Matt's stomach as well.

Flinching slightly as he feels the knife begin to cut his stomach he pleads once more. "Mello...that...hurts..." he hissed between his teeth.

Mello bent over and began to lick the small amount of blood up as an apology

Shivering at the touch of Mello's tongue he has to fight back another moan. "y-you can let g-go of me...its not like I-I'm going to run a-away..." he managed to say through his heavy breathing

"How do I know you won't?"

"Just…Trust me for once..."

Lost: Some of you may be wondering why your...er...I mean Fender's beloved Gamer is having a gay/not gay conflict because of the flowers and such earlier. You see he was just sucking up to Mello earlier, in attempts to find out what was going to happen on his kick-ass birthday. We just thought it was nessicary to clear things up before there was any misunderstandings.

Fender: Okies! Most definately moving along here!! and we need your suggestions on how we can make this reap any better! See the button...the one right below here...We'll only know what you want if you press it and let us know 3