Twelfth Kiss- Mello x Matt

Theme "Chocolate"

"Hey, Mel?" Matt kept his voice low, so as not to provoke violence in the blond. On days like this, the slightest thing could set him off… days when he was violent with his chocolate. The only thin Mello truly loved in life (other than power, of course), was that damned chocolate. Matt often had moments of bitter realization when it became clear to him that even he, Mello's best friend, took a backseat to chocolate.

And so today, when Mello sat with that dark expression on the other end of the sofa, gingerly touching the burnt half of his face now and then, Matt knew he had to back off. He knew this because at one point in the silence, Mello snapped off a chunk of chocolate so violently that the bar of candy broke into pieces in his hands. Mello seemed almost unaffected, staring down at the pieces of chocolate that now rested on his black shirt before delicately picking up a chunk and popping it into his mouth.

"Mel, hey," he tried again, actually stopping and pausing his game to look up at his friend. Matt hated pausing. Mello was the only thing he was willing to do it for. And when he saw those bright green eyes, dull today in his foul mood, his stomach did somersaults and he remembered exactly why Mello was the one he would do anything for.

"Yeah?" Mello was chewing slowly, deliberately on the hunk of chocolate. His eyes were locked with Matt's, though Matt knew if he didn't have the comfort of chocolate he would never have dared. Because Mello's eyes, crazy as they became when he was scheming, were like open doors. They allowed Matt a glimpse into the blond's soul, into his mind. They were the only thing about Mello that was not heavily guarded, and he had heard Mello complain about this on more than one occasion. But like it or not, Mello could not change it, and as Matt stared in through those windows Mello stared back at him defiantly, as if to say "Try and read me, just go ahead and try it."

"Are you gonna be okay?"

"Huh?"

"You're having one of those days again."

"Oh." Crunch. Mello bit down hard on a bite of chocolate. "Yeah, sure. I'll be okay," he sounded as though he didn't really know what okay was anymore, and Matt could see this reflecting in those eyes. But to point this out, to contradict Mello, would have been extremely stupid, especially when he and Mello were having such a nonviolent day when it came to each other. And when he could see the outline of Mello's gun quite clearly through his tight leather pants.

"Good," he set his DS aside and turned his full attention to his friend, who stared back at him blankly, still munching on chocolate. "But are you really okay, or just okay?"

"Jesus Christ, Matt!" the blond snapped, and Matt sighed, knowing he had set Mello off with those simple words. "If I say I'm okay, I'm okay, and you don't go asking around after that! I don't need your damn twenty questions!"

Glaring pointedly at the blond, Matt turned away, unpausing his game and turning his attention back to beating the level six boss. There was a pregnant silence in the room for the next five minutes before he heard Mello heave a heavy sigh. The sound of chocolate being consumed no longer hung in the air.

"Oh come on, Matt. Don't get like this…"

Matt ignored him. If Mello had wanted a day of pleasant conversation, he shouldn't have acted like a hormonal teenage girl, and Matt was going to continue to ignore him, either until the end of the day or until Mello gave him a proper apology. This meant that it was going to be until the end of the day.

Matt was extremely successful in ignoring Mello for the next fifteen minutes. He managed to beat the boss and was well into level seven, and was thinking of how surprisingly well Mello was behaving when suddenly when suddenly the DS was forcibly knocked from his hands. Stunned, Matt looked up at Mello with a heavy glare on his face, only to find Mello straddling him with… oh God, with that look on his face. He knew that Matt was powerless to resist that look. Matt hated him for it as Mello situated himself with a knee on each side of Matt, trapping his hips in place.

"You shouldn't ignore me," Mello hissed, and Matt stared wordlessly into the effeminate blond's face as he smirked at him. "It's not nice… who knows, maybe I'll do something that's… not so nice in return."

Matt had to restrain himself from giving an involuntary shudder at those words, choosing to stand his ground with an emotionless expression that he hoped didn't look too much like Near. Mello licked his lips, staring down at his prey with that seductive half smirk, half smile that Matt had watched him perfect over the years they had grown up at Wammy's. He knew that expression well, and yet it never failed to make his face heat with a rather unpleasant blush as the muscles all over his body tightened, trying not to acknowledge just how unarguably sexy the blond was.

"Why should it matter if I ignore you?" he muttered "You've got your damn chocolate. What do you need me for?"

Mello's smirk deepened as he said something that surprised him. "What good is chocolate if I don't have my Matt?" there may have been a smirk on his face, but his tone was utterly sincere.

"Wh-what?"

Mello chose not to answer. Instead, he grabbed a chunk of the broken chocolate, placing it delicately between his teeth and teasing Matt's mouth open with a single delicate finger. Before Matt knew what was happening, Mello's mouth was pressed against his. And then Mello was depositing the chocolate into Matt's mouth with his tongue. Matt moaned deeply, his arms instinctively wrapping around Mello's back and holding him tightly. Mello's hands were on his face, holding him deftly in the kiss as the chocolate passed back and forth, becoming smaller and smaller while frantic, chocolate-flavored tongues lashed against each other and desperate hands pulled at hair and clothing.

In all the sweet, sticky intensity of the moment, Matt didn't fail to hear Mello's ragged whisper of "I love you". The words struck him deep and sweet, and he clung to the blond for dear life, unable to fight the desperate need to release Mello's mouth and systematically kiss every inch of his body, feeding off of Mello's desperate moans like they were oxygen. And later, as Mello lay curled against him, his bare chest smeared with melted chocolate, Matt stroked the soft blond hair and watched the almost childlike smile that played across Mello's face as he slept. He protectively pulled the afghan over his friend's naked body, kissed the soft, unresponsive lips, and heard those three words Mello had spoken over and over in his mind. And he knew, that at least for the time being, here in his arms, Mello was okay.

And he decided he liked chocolate much more than he had before, as he cleaned smears of it from Mello's perfect body.

Yay, fluff. That was decidedly fluffier than anything in this collection so far. I finally posted something that wasn't crack.