The next morning the two sex-worn boys lay curled up within each other, comfortable and warm beneath the soft blankets. Matt lay contently against his blonde counterpart who clung to his back with his nude form pressed flush against the red head's. The two of them had slept in quite a bit later than usual; Mello's reason blamed on his hangover and Matt's on his laziness. Eventually, though, Matt roused and very gently pulled himself from the blonde's grasp. He stretched his nude body upwards and sighed out slowly, stumbling lazily and sleepily towards the bathroom.

As he was using the bathroom, though, he noticed that he felt a bit uneasy. It happened often, though… especially the morning after sex. He wasn't sure why it happened… his stomach just felt a bit woozy. That was normal for everyone, right? He pretended it was. Besides, like hell he was going to go to a doctor for something like that. So, he dismissed the feelings and finished in the bathroom, making his way back to the bedroom afterwards. Mello was sleeping in late this morning because of his hangover and he definitely did not want to miss out on the extra time to sleep and cuddle with him.

The red head slipped back between the sheets and rolled over to face the blonde, sighing out in content as his eyes trailed over the bare, exposed shoulders before him as well as the blonde's soft, messy hair. He placed a hand on Mello's side and slowly rubbed up and down the length from his chest to his hip He loved how soft Mello's skin was and how easily his hand slid against it. It was surprisingly scar-free, unlike most other parts of Mello's body and as he looked at his friend now… he was reminded of their days together in the orphanage. Before Mello… before both of them were scarred and tainted. Matt shook his head a bit and closed his eyes. He didn't like thinking too much about those times… so instead, he moved close to the blonde and locked his arms around him, holding him close to his chest as he fell back into sleep.

IIIIIII

Less than an hour later Mello awoke, wrapped in Matt's arms and warm against his chest. He kept his eyes closed as he curled into Matt's embrace, a soft and slightly pained grunt sounding through the room. After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes and then closed them again immediately afterwards as his hangover hit him full force. God… I feel like shit. He thought, furrowing his brow a bit and pressing back further into his friend. What did I do last night…? I drank obviously but… why am I naked— He paused his thoughts, mentally punching himself for being so stupid. I had sex with Matt, idiot. I guess we went to a club or something… mh, must have been a good time… I can't remember anything. He smirked a bit and sighed out slowly, keeping his eyes shut as he lazily rolled over in Matt's arms to face him. He slid his hands up the red head's broad chest and then wrapped his arms around his neck loosely, bringing his lips up to meet his sleeping friend's. He ignored the fact that Matt was sleeping and that he wouldn't kiss back and gave him a few lazy, chaste kisses before nestling his face into the crook of Matt's neck.

It wasn't another three hours before they actually woke up for good.

"Mhh…" Mello groaned as he pulled himself away from his friend and slowly slid out of the bed. As he actually stood up, he gasped in surprise and pain. "Fucking Jesus" he said; his legs going a bit weak and causing him to carefully move to sit down on the bed. "A-ah… Matt!" He called out, leaning over to forcefully shove his friend awake.

"Mh… what… what, shut the fuck up Mello…" Matt grumbled as he curled up a bit tighter, opening his eyes to look sleepily at his distressed friend. "What's wrong…?" He asked, a yawn following.

"Did you fuck me?" Mello asked, his mouth curved downwards into a frown as one of his hands moved to press and rub against his lower back.

Matt only smirked. "Why? Does it feel like I did?" He laughed a bit and rolled onto his back, breathing in deeply and then sighing out in relaxation.

"Shut up"

Mello's response only made him grin wider. "Yeah I did. You wanted me to." He laughed a bit. "I fucked you pretty hard, actually."

The blonde leaned over and shoved Matt again, this time a bit softer and more playful. "I can tell, thanks." He smiled a bit and stood up again, slowly, another grunt of pain escaping his lips as he awkwardly half-limped to the bathroom. Once inside he made a bee-line to the toilet to use the bathroom and once he'd finished, he moved to look at himself in the mirror.

"You gave me a hickey too?" He yelled out to Matt in the bathroom, laughing afterwards as he ran his fingers over the dark bruise on his neck and tilted his head to the side to get a better look.

From the bed, Matt only laughed in response. Over the time that Mello was injured and couldn't walk, he'd learned that Mello quite enjoyed receiving hickeys and the fact that the blonde couldn't remember the previous night's activities only made him laugh more.

"You did a good job, ass. It's fuckin' huge." Mello laughed, examining the mark before finding a comb to untangle his hair. "Did you do anything else to me last night?"

"Nope, just fucked you." Matt smiled, waiting for the blonde to rejoin him in the bedroom. "Oh, I also took you to get a tattoo of my face on your ass." He said with a smirk as he sat up and reached over the side of the bed to pick up his boxers from the floor.

"You WHAT?"

With a loud laugh, Matt pulled on his boxers. "Just kidding."

IIIIIIIIIII

I don't understand why we have to take the motorcycle. Besides, I was joking anyways… I don't even know what I want to get. Matt thought to himself in slight annoyance as he watched Mello put on his leather jacket. An hour or so prior, Matt had made some comment about getting a new tattoo… and apparently, the blonde thought it was a good idea and they had to go now.

"It's hot outside, why are you wearing that?"

Mello looked over to his friend as he zipped up the front of the jacket. "Because it makes me look cooler." He said simply, breathing a laugh afterwards and smiling.

Matt rolled his eyes, but smiled back.

Soon, the two of them were on the sidewalk in front of the apartment buildings next to the blonde's motorcycle. Mello handed the second helmet to his friend after he'd slipped on his own and then straddled his bike with a sigh.

I hate wearing this helmet. Matt thought as he put said helmet on and snapped it tight under his chin. Afterwards he moved over to the bike and swung a leg over, sitting down and scooting forewords so that his thighs and crotch pressed close against Mello's backside and his stomach rest against his back. Once he was situated and comfortable, he playfully slid his hands up his friend's side and onto his chest, groping around his nipple area.

"Matt stop it you fag." Mello laughed, throwing his head back a bit so that their helmets crashed together as he pushed away Matt's hands with his own.

"Mello come hnaw and sit in Matt's lap." He joked, grinning behind the plastic of the helmet. Mello only laughed more and momentarily held onto one of the gamer's hands.

"After the tattoo."

Ugh the tattoo…

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After a while of driving, the two arrived at a decent looking tattoo parlor and shut off the bike. The sidewalk leading up to said parlor had black footprints and the walls of the exterior building was decorated in graffiti and murals. Despite those things, the place already looked more professional and… clean than the last one he'd been to. His thoughts were confirmed when they actually made their way inside and he was greeted with a unique, artistic interior. This place is cool… he thought as he looked around a bit, absentmindedly following Mello to the counter and—holy hell this kid was emo as fuck.

Mello's thoughts almost paralleled with the red head's as he looked over the teenage boy at the register. "Hey uh… he,"—Mello gestured to Matt—"wants to get a tattoo." He nodded, flipping his bangs from his face afterwards. With a bit of a blank stare, he watched as the boy quickly scanned over a list on the desk, pointing to one of the names as he found it.

"Looks like Josh is free," he said with a smile, pushing the list aside and sighing out. "He should be out in a sec so just wait over there or look through the shop or somethin' and I'll have him come get you."

"Thanks" Mello responded with a smile, turning to look at Matt before pulling him off to the chairs across the room. Once there, he sat down and stretched out a bit. "Do you know what you want yet?"

"No." Matt said, giving Mello a half-hearted glare as he sat down next to him and ran a hand through his hair. He had no idea what to tattoo onto him… or where, even. Maybe he could get a Soviet Star on his back or something… ugh, no idea. Honestly, he didn't even really want a new tattoo. "Why don't you get a tattoo?"

Mello looked over at him and furrowed his brow. "Why would I get a tattoo?" He said in a monotone voice.

"I don't know; why am I getting one?" He asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

The blonde rolled his eyes and looked around the room for inspiration, trying to come up with a tattoo idea that the red head would go for. He inhaled sharply when an idea did hit him and he quickly looked over at Matt. No… he'd never go for that. He thought with a smirk.

"Matt, I have an idea."

The red head sighed and lazily rolled his head to the side to look at his friend. "What."

"You should get SEX above your dick. Like, right here you know?" He said with a grin, stretching out a bit and pulling up his shirt to demonstrate the area on his lower stomach.

Matt paused and then laughed, closing his eyes for a moment. "What? Why would I get that…" he said with another laugh, opening his eyes again to look at the blonde.

"I dunno, because it's funny. Please Matt… please" He grinned. "I'll take you to a fuckin' gaming convention if you do it."

Matt's laughter went silent and his expression turned serious as the gaming convention was mentioned. "Really? Do you promise?"

A blonde eyebrow perked up as he noticed the seriousness of his friend. Would he seriously do it for a convention…? "Yeah man I promise." He confirmed with a grin. "Just get it in bold and all caps."

After a moment of thought, Matt sighed and smiled a bit. "Alright… fine. I will." He decided. Just in time as well, because not moments after they were joined by the 'Josh' that the cashier had mentioned.

"You guys are the ones that Ollie got me for, ya?"

"Oh, yeah. I'm Mello and this is Matt." He nodded, motioning over to his friend. Fuck, he'd forgotten to use fake names… oh well.

The tattoo artist smiled and held out his hand to shake Mello's, pushing bangs from his face with his free hand as he did so. "Awesome, I'm Joshwa." He stated, looking at both of them. "Which one of you is getting the tattoo?"

With a reluctant raise of the hand, Matt sighed lightly. "I am." He smiled at Josh slightly and inhaled deeply. He definitely looks like a tattoo artist. "I'm getting, uh… the word 'sex' on my lower stomach"—he glanced over at Mello and breathed a laugh—"I guess."

After a few moments of talking and such, Joshwa led the both of them to one of the rooms and then once inside, had Matt sit down on one of the benches so that he could sketch out the design.

"You sure you don't want a tattoo too, blondie?" He asked with a grin as he drew the design onto the gamer's skin, making sure Matt approved of it before he went to prepare the tattooing gun.

Mello breathed a laugh and smiled, sitting down in one of the chairs to watch. "I'm good, thanks."

Matt sighed and stayed relatively quiet. Well I'm sure glad him and Mello are getting along… fuckin'… ass. He should be getting a tattoo instead of me. He shows off more skin than I do anyways… He watched with slightly nervous eyes as the tattooist changed out the needle in the gun. This was probably going to hurt more than the one of his arm did… especially since he wasn't tipsy this time. Fuck, this is stupid.

He watched as Joshwa positioned the gun over his skin and took in a slow breath, preparing himself for the feeling. Fuck fuck fuck fuck He thought, his body slightly tensing as the tattooist began filling in the letters. It wasn't for a few minutes before he began to relax slightly, watching as the gun was moved effortlessly and smoothly over his skin, dark black lines permanently rooted onto his stomach. Maybe… it would look alright. Besides, he gets to go to a convention now.

Mello watched with a broad grin as the word 'sex' was tattooed onto his friend. He definitely didn't think the red head would actually go along with the idea and in an odd way, he found it a bit… sexy. The placement was perfect and he thought it'd fit the red head nicely. Now all he had to do was make sure Matt forgot about the convention so that they didn't have to actually go…

III

After a long while of tattooing and talking, Joshwa bandaged up the area and gave Matt a pat on the shoulder. "You're done, ya." He said with a grin, standing up from the bench and putting his gun away. Afterwards he informed the two of them of the proper tattoo care while it healed. Matt only half listened. He'd gotten a tattoo before and… eh, what else could he tell him that he didn't remember.

"Thanks Josh" he said with a smile when he'd finished talking. He shook his hand and followed him, along with Mello, out of the room and soon enough he was presented with his first obstacle: riding the bike home. Awesome. He knew they shouldn't have ridden the bike… now he had to endure his freshly tattooed stomach rubbing against Mello's back for the entire ride home.

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"So do you like it?"

Matt looked over at his friend, his own self currently splayed out lazily on the couch with the TV remote in his hand. "I guess so… it looked kinda cool at the shop." He said with a nod and then paused. "I won't really know for sure though until it's healed. Hopefully I do since it's permanent." He said with a bit of a laugh.

Mello smiled. "Yeah… you're going to have to learn to like it regardless."

Matt only shrugged in response and rubbed a few fingers over the bandaging on his stomach. He breathed out slowly and shifted a bit on the couch to lay more comfortably, his eyes lidded to half-mast. "Hey Mello, do we have any like… medicine or whatever?" He asked, tilting his head to look at the other. "I think I'm getting sick."

Mello paused. "Sick?" He asked, raising a brow as he looked over his friend slowly. "Yeah, lemme go find it." He said as he stood. "What kind of sick?"

"I dunno, my stomach's kinda bad and I might be getting a fever."

Mello sighed and made his way to the bathroom. Great. Matt being sick meant that he would soon be sick too.

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My goodness everyone, I love reading your ideas for what you think is going to happen. XD It's fun to see what you come up with, lol. This chapter though is so like.. bleeuughh.. it's all jumpy and unsmooth and.. oh well. Also, I listened to Skrillex for almost the entirety of writing this chapter, lol.

Btw just some random info, the whole official… time set? Thing of this fic is basically exactly like the Death Note anime/manga, without the existence of the Death Note. Lol.

Also… :x the tattoo artist in this chapter, Joshwa? He's an OC of mine lol. I COULDN'T HELP IT, I HAD TO PUT HIM IN THERE. He is not a Death Note OC, he's simply an OC of mine for my own uses, lol. This is a reference sheet of him, just so you can see if you like:

http: /renaxxakat-sasodei. deviantart. com/ gallery/#/d489fvp

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