A.N
Yet another update xD Aren't you loved? A heads up, I began writing a BBxL fic yesterday it's up now so check it out. My death note came in the mail today and like any good fangirl I squealed for twenty minutes straight before flicking through it. Money well spent ^^
Read and review...otherwise I'll put the death note to good use ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note...But Matt nekkid? That's all me ;)
Mello's P.O.V
He stepped out of the room about twenty minutes later. Steam escaping into the hallway then disappearing all together, he had a single towel wrapped around his waist. His scarlet hair was plastered to his face, but he had remembered to put his goggles back on, the strap squeezing moisture from his soaking bangs. A drop ran from his ear down to the crevice where the neck met the shoulder. He shivered with the sudden cold that bit at his skin, the droplet of water deciding to run down his back.
I threw another towel to him, not bothering to move from my position. It was too damn comfy, besides he would probably sit and play games like the ne-. Yup don't even need to finish my sentence, it's a mind readers abilty. He had the other towel draped around his neck, catching the odd bead of water that made a bid for freedom, but apart from that he made no effort to put clothing on.
And it's driving me mad.
Matt's P.O.V
Mello was making his pouty face again. Maybe because I chose to pay more attention to games then to him...nah he knew I would do that anyway. So I don't know what it is that's bothering him. I rolled my eyes behind the tinted glass of my goggles. I had been without them for so long it almost felt odd to have them on my face once more. Like smoking. I've been trying to find a way around Mello to get a hold of some cigarettes but every time I thought I had them in my grasp...I would turn away. Letting myself get caught for reasons unknown to even myself .
In time perhaps I would start smoking once more. I could constantly feel the ache that only nicotine could fill and my hands seemed to be useless without that little stick to fill them. Mello sighed, reminding me that he was in the room. I pressed pause on my game, the blood splatter of a demon still dripping from the screen.
"What?" I asked him, knowing that he wanted to say something.
"Nothing, nothing."
"Don't bullshit Mells."
"I'm not, I'm just bored of being inside all the time." He flung his arms down on the bed in a dramatic way. "But I wasn't saying anything since I wasn't sure if you wanted to go out. I'm just taking care of the sick diddums like a good boyfriend." He stuck out his tongue, unlike his usual hostile self. Not knowing that the single word he uttered sent a shiver down my spine.
"Right...and you think that speech alone would make me want to leave this place?"
"Yes because I want to leave and I know you will come with me if I do."
I rose a brow. "Oh will I?"
"Yup."
"What if I refuse to put clothes on. Then what?"
"I will drag you out. Naked."
I stood up and ran to get clothes. He probably wasn't joking and it would be 'good' for me to get out after at least a month indoors. I'm surprised Mello hasn't ripped the door off in agitation yet, but we did manage to acquire quite a few lovely holes in the cabinet doors. Charming. I pulled the last of my clothes on, dumping the soggy towels on the floor. I smelled good, that much I'm sure of. "Matt!" "Give me a minute!"
He made a low whine, already playing with the front door, batting it between his hands so it creaked. Impatient bastard. I pulled my goggles of my eyes, I didn't want them damaged as I wasn't sure where he intended on going. But as I left the room, he practically leapt out of the door. This was going to be fun.