Roles Reversed

Chapter 20

Matt:

I'd just like to announce that the following morning became The Best Morning Ever in Matt's Life. Yes, it was so awesome that I made up a title for it. Seriously, though, what could beat waking up to the feeling of Mello's arms around you, your face pressed into his chest, and his own face buried in your hair? Maybe a quadruple chocolate chip pancake drizzled with M&M's, maple syrup, and a gummy worm on top with a side of Pringles. Mmm, yes...

But I'm straying off topic here. To get to the point, I went into a state of euphoria for about six minutes, right there in Mello's arms. Halfway through my sixth minute of happiness, Mello woke up and caught me staring. He smirked, patting my hair. "Morning." He proceeded to get out of bed.

I made an unintelligible noise, staying in my place. I lifted an arm, surprised it wasn't sore. With all of the dragging we did last night... Normally, my arms got sore whenever I carried something above the weight of forty pounds. What? I don't exercise much, okay?

"You really need to exercise more," Mello pointed out. I peeked out from under the covers to see that he was flexing an arm.

"Is it sore?" I asked, sitting up and shuffling over to the edge of the bed. I touched his arm hesitantly.

"Nah." Mello grinned.

"Cocky bastard," I huffed. "So strong," I crooned, latching onto his arm.

Mello rolled his eyes. "Get up and get dressed. And wear my clothes."

"What are we doing today?" I said.

"I am going to be redecorating Near's room," Mello said.

I raised an eyebrow. "But he stays in his room almost the whole day and just sits there doing puzzles!" I exclaimed.

Mello nodded. "That's why you are going to distract him," he said.

"What?" I queried nervously.

Mello was now taking out his regular black shirt and pants, tossing them to me. "I'm not too big of a fan about it, either," he said. "But we need a distraction." I pouted. He sighed. "Okay, look, Matt, how about this: after I finish decorating Near's room and you get back, we'll sneak out together. I've got something I think you'll like."

My eyes were now wide with curiosity. "What is it?" I said wonderingly.

"It's a surprise. I promise you'll like it." He quickly kissed me on the cheek. I gasped as he placed more kissed down my jawline, then stopped at the side of my neck. Without hesitating, he bit down on the skin.

I yelped. "M-Mello!" I half-moaned and half-complained.

The chocoholic was now licking over the wound he'd inflicted. "There." Mello leaned back to admire his work. "You have officially been marked mine," he declared. "Now go get dressed."

"Near's going to see this," I said as a matter-of-factly.

Mello shrugged. "Hide it."

I stared at him disbelievingly for a few seconds, then staggered to my feet and began stripping. "Damn bastard," I muttered under my breath. "Oh, so he decides to mark me 'his' like I'm some sort of belonging, and then sends me out to 'distract' his enemy. Yeah, Mello, you're the ideal boyfriend anyone could ask for." I finished dressing, inspecting myself in the mirror and trying to pull up the neckline of the shirt so it hid the purple love-bite. Behind me, Mello was smirking and staring at somewhere below my back-

"Pervert," I huffed, grabbing a hairbrush and starting to comb down my now-blond hair. I didn't realize I was brushing it too hard until Mello's hand came over my own, slowing down the appendage.

"If you give me split ends, I swear I will slip aphrodisiac into your cereal, then take advantage of your hormonal self and proceed to tie you up and rape you," he threatened.

I smiled. "You can't rape the willing," I purred.

"It's a date then." Mello laughed, setting the brush down. "There, see? That's how you do it." He reached in front of me to adjust some bangs on my forehead.

I had to admit, he had a flair for this kind of thing. "So, how am I going to distract him?" I said, reaching up to adjust the neckline again.

Mello shrugged behind me. "I don't know. Ask him out for ice cream or whatever."

"But don't you think he's going to suspect something?" I said. "I mean, it's kind of weird that Mello would suddenly start being civilized with him."

Mello grinned wickedly. "It would mess with his mind more, then." He giggled. "Ah, it feels awesome to finally be outsmarting him," he sighed, resting his chin on my shoulder. He hugged me from behind.

I tilted my head back a little. "I guess."

I felt him frown against my neck. "Matty's not happy?" he said softly.

Hell no. I have to be nice to Near, for god's sake! "Of course I am," I lied.

Mello released a low growl, and before I could ask what that was for, he spun me around and smashed his lips onto mine.

It wasn't everyone's perfect first kiss, with hearts floating around and the dramatic stuff. No, it was rough, bruising, and it left my lips sore when he pulled away. It was all just so Mello, and I had not problem with it.

Mello winked. "How's that for a first kiss?" he said triumphantly.

"The surprise better be good later," I managed, breathing hard.

Mello chuckled. "It will be. Didn't I promise?" He licked his lips, smacking my butt. "Now go to Near." I could have sworn that his hand stayed in place a second too long. Not that I was complaining.

"Yes, ma'am." I saluted, then avoided his fist and ran out of our room, laughing.