HOLYFREAKINGBBQSAUCE.

It's only been what, like, fucking 7 weeks or something? *tears out hair* Well um... I'm back...? I'm so freaking sorry you guys, like I said before, I've been totally out of the writing loop... Writers block from freaking hell, man. Seriously. Add lack of inspiration, and voila, one miserable, unable-to-write writer. And I am honestly so sorry...! I hope this is worth the wait, and if it's not... Well, with any luck, I'll update again soon and make up for it.

And yeah, this probably seems kinda jumpy, 'cause it's been written like.. a paragraph or two every so often during the 7 weeks, and I haven't proof-read it properly. So feel free to point out any mistakes. Siiiiiigh. On a different note... Has anyone else seen Final Fantasy Advent Children? The fight scenes make me wanna like.. I dunno, rape Cloud or something. And Zack's scenes were freaking adorable, I swear, he's got the most fucking gorgeous eyes ever...! *happiness*

Anyway!

Disclaimer - I owns nothing. If I did... Well.

Warnings - Lemme see... Bad language, phluff [I spell stuff funny sometimes :D] aaand yaoi. ;D

Enjoy~!

I don't think I've ever been so fucking mad in my life. One moment, I'm having the most mind-blowing New Years sex ever... The next, I'm about ready to tear off people's balls and shove them so fucking far up their ass they'll come out of their fucking mouth. No bloody kidding.

Apparently, B had passed out, completely and utterly hammered, so L had come to tell us that they were going home. Seriously. They could've left a fucking note or something, though, rather than walking right in on us fucking... Well, fucking.

It might not be obviously, but I'm so beyond pissed, I don't even fucking care that I'm not wearing anything, or that I just sprained my butt or something by forcing Mello's cock out of me at a weird angle. I do, however, care very much about breaking L's nose. Which I would've done, too, if it weren't for his fucking reflexes. Because hell... They're pretty impressive.

I guess I ought to have seen it coming, but I still yell like a little girl when my ass connects sharply with the ground. Damn fucking self defence. Not my self defence, you understand, but L's. Because apparently he automatically kicks people in the stomach when they try to break his face into as many pieces as possible, as quickly as possible.

But I think what really, really pisses me off, is that Mello starts to laugh. Fucking laughing at me.

It takes me all of two seconds to remove myself from the room and lock myself in the bathroom, where I settle myself down on a pile of towels – which I drag out of the closet there, not that were lying on the floor all used and crappy – as comfortably as possible. I sure as fuck hope I haven't managed to tear anything...

A few awkward seconds later, I've managed to come to the conclusion that no, I haven't torn anything inside my body, thank fuck. That really would've just taken the motherfucking cake, it really would've. In the space of about two minutes, I've been fucked, humiliated, winded and just generally had my pride as a male torn up into tiny, weeny little shreds, that have then been burnt into cinders.

Fuck my fucking life, right. The only thing that makes me feel slightly better is that I can vaguely hear Mello having a go at L, and that kinda comforts me. Only a little bit, though, since I'm still mad at him for laughing at me. Even if it probably was insanely comical to watch.

My poor, injured pride...

A little while later, and there's the general low rumble of speech in the background, before the front door opens and slams shut. My ears prick up happily at that; it means L's finally gotten his ass the hell out of here. Which he ought to have already done, instead of interrupting awesome sex. Lousy bastard.

There's pretty much silence while – I assume – Mello sobers up a little bit and does some clearing up, before I hear a soft knock just above where my head's rested against the door, making me jump a little in surprise. I didn't hear him coming, after all.

"Matty...? Hey, are you alright, kid? You've been in there a while..."

Despite my being mad at him still, my heart does a weird twisting thing into my throat, making me feel like I'm about to choke or something equally stupid, my cheeks heating up rather impressively.

"Still mad."

Childish? Yes. Short and inadequate? ... Yeah, I suppose so. Truthful? Like fucking always. I mean seriously, since when am I not wonderfully truthful. Maybe a bit blunt, but hey, I try. It's better to be blunt than to be one of those pointless people that always try to persuade their friends that no way do their butts look big in that hideous fucking piece of whatever. Seriously. I've seen it at clothes stores. It's painful.

"Oh... I didn't mean to laugh at you... I'm kinda drunk, y'know." It almost makes me feel better; Mello can get drunk too! Not as badly at B, obviously, but still to a decent degree. I refuse to give in so quickly, though. That'd just be... pathetic. Even if I am a complete spaz-tard.

"You were still mean, Mello. Let me be."

I hear an exasperated sigh, which is quickly followed by speech. "But Matty...!"

"Stop whining! Mello, just go to bed, I'll come out when I come out!" I snap, scowling violently at the door, even though I know it's a completely pointless thing to do. It's not like he can see me, so why even bother. Maybe because it makes me feel just a little bit better. Kinda like when you flip off a teacher behind their back. It's still satisfying, y'know?

The only sound I receive in response to this is a quiet, irritated whine, which is quickly replaced by the sound of footsteps stomping violently away from the bathroom. Sighing in relief, I move to stretch out my limbs, yawning widely and scratching my face as I scowl – not pout, scowl – at my reflection in the mirror, sticking out my tongue, before turning away.

Maybe I am actually being stupid. I mean, sure, my poor, unfortunate pride's been torn up into a thousand tiny little shreds, but at the same time, did I actually have a huge amount of pride anyway? I care more about video games than what people think about me, obviously. It's different with Mello though.

I should probably not drink too much in the future. It makes me... Think? Weird shit, right there.

Sigh. Pulling another face, I make my way over to the door, kicking it open with a rather unnecessary violence, only to find myself face-to-face with Mello. A very sad, apologetic looking Mello. Fuck. I honestly try my best to ignore the look on his face and push past, but I know I've lost the fight when his hand closes around my wrist.

How the hell did he manage to sneak back without me noticing, anyway? Fuck I'm stupid. So fucking stupid it might actually hurt me at some point in the future. Damn.

Exhaling noisily again, I let Mello turn me around and hug me, feeling almost guilty for shutting him out. Maybe I'm just being stupid. I mean... I doubt L will actually remember it in the morning. And hell, Mello always sees me naked. Maybe I was taking the laughter a little bit too seriously. After all, the bastard was drunk. I say was, 'cause he seems kinda sober now. Huh.

"Look, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, Matty... I honestly didn't mean to... I mean, do you have any idea how much I've had to drink?"

Not the greatest apology. Well, in places, but the whole alcohol thing... Well, whatever. Sorry is sorry, right? Can't fault that. Sighing, I let my own arms curl around Mello's body, hugging him tightly. Damn I'm a lame-ass. A lame-ass who, if asked at a point in time in the future, would deny vehemently being in his right mind while saying the words that I then said.

"How about... We carry on where we left off...?"

Facepalm. My hormones are like the spawn of the motherfucking devil, I swear they are. Still, I can't really take my words back now... Well, I could. But in all honesty, I really don't want to. So, I go along with it, allowing Mello and the aforementioned chemicals in my brain and body to guide me back to the bedroom, being pulled into a surprisingly gentle kiss as we go.

I end up far too focused on the kiss, gasping out in shock as the ground suddenly disappears from underneath me, and my back hits the soft, smooth bedcovers. In the time it takes me to get over my shock at the sudden movement, Mello's already pressed up against me, naked flesh sticking just a little, somehow increasing the friction and making me gasp and moan – in pleasure this time, not shock so much.

Obviously, I'd already been stretched out, so more preparation wasn't exactly needed; instead, I just heard the click of the lubricant being opened, followed by an almost-silence, where Mello obviously slicks himself up again.

Squirming, I wait for the familiar pressure at my entrance, rolling onto my front, wriggling about a little. Mello seems to be ignoring me, though, and I actually let out a soft growl as I heard him moan lowly. The bastard can wank himself off, but he can't stick his fucking cock up my ass. Typical.

The growl seems to snap him out of his stupor though, because I feel an almost immediate shift in weight through the mattress, moaning happily as warm, slightly slick hands meet my hips, pulling me into a slightly awkward position – half kneeling, with my forearms and face pressed to the duvet – as he presses his body up against mine.

It doesn't seem to take much effort at all for him to slide into my body, hitting my prostate first try and making me practically whimper, wordlessly begging for more, and fucking harder.

Alright, so I might've said it out loud. Maybe.

Either way, I was quickly given what I wanted, and my dangerously teenage body mean I ended up very close to the edge very quickly, the fact that Mello was grunting and groaning in pleasure right into my ear not helping at all, though when he did stop making noises, it was only because he'd moved to attacking my neck, while I struggled and panted for breath, back arching almost painfully as my climax hit me.

I almost screamed out as I came hard, biting down on my lip to stay at least mostly quiet, almost drawing blood.

Moments later, I felt Mello tense up, warm fluid filling me up further and making me groan softly, my body collapsing flat onto the bed the moment he released my hips and flopped down beside me, grinning.

"Happy New Years, Matty..."

"Mmmmhffph."

Well. I hope that was worth the wait. And seriously, you guys, your reviews have been beautiful and inspiring in a small way, making me wanna get the hell off my butt and make reviewing worth your while. Again, I'm really freaking sorry. And seriously, if people are still reading, thank you so much! I know some writers don't upload very often at all [two of my friends write on here, and as far as I'm aware, one of them hasn't updated her fics in like.. months and months] but I get reeeally OCD over updating on time.. So as you can probably guess, I've been beating myself up over this, but unable to write.

Anyway, reviews make me happy, seriously, and um... Hopefully, I'll update within two weeks...? Love you guys!

~D