Author's note: CONTAINS SEX, MATTXMELLO STYLE. Final-fucking-ly. So don't get your panties in a wad if you're against it; I've already warned you, children. Haha. Ok.

Heads up: this is the third last chapter.

Mello

I made sure to visit Matt everyday at the hospital since I knew he got bored easily. Though I wasn't a very entertaining or interesting person, Matt seemed pretty contented with my small talk and life stories. He was just so pure about everything; even when I said something completely boring, he still managed to stay interested. He was completely serious about me, and I loved that.

He was in the hospital for less than two weeks—fortunately—but I was still really worried about his condition. I almost requested for him to stay in there a little longer, but I knew how much he hated the place. He never failed to complain about it which made me even guiltier for landing him in there in the first place, though that couldn't be helped. That wasn't the worst part anyway. The part which really had me crawling on the floor with guilt was the intimacy.

Matt was a lively boy and I knew he was like any other teenager. It was me with the problem. I was still afraid, still so scared. I cowered in fear whenever I spotted a large group approaching and I didn't like being cornered. And I wasn't ready for...sex. Kisses were fine, but I somehow got a feeling that Matt wanted more than my lips. We'd make out and just when it was about to lead to more, I'd back out like a fucking coward, an apology being the only thing I could give him. I knew he tried to be understanding- and he was- but I could tell. He'd smile, gently pulling away from me, then head to the bathroom. I had ended up cursing myself after that more than once, wishing I could just get over the Jake incident already, but it wasn't that easy.

I didn't know what to do. Matt wanted me and I wanted him, so bad, but I couldn't forget. So what else could I do? I showered him with my love to make up for the things I couldn't give him. I also let him into my group of friends to show him that there was absolutely nothing else between me and the other guys. They didn't mind, I think, and Matt's friend Duncan was also welcomed-courtesy of me. Hey, if it weren't for him, Matt would possibly be dead, though I hated to think about it. So, yeah, our romance was still going strong. Matt hadn't gotten sick of me and I couldn't get enough of him. But there was one small little detail off about our whole fling: we hadn't gone on a date yet.

It wasn't that we didn't want to, it was just that Matt just got discharged and, like I said, I was still worried about his condition. He always said he was fine but one look at the scar made me shudder. Or maybe I was overreacting. After all, every dating couple should go on a date at least once, right? Who was I to rob both of us of that privilege? Though I highly doubted that Matt would make the first move any time soon, so I did.

It was a lazy Saturday evening. I had spent the entire day 'studying' though in my head, I was planning the right way to ask Matt out, and Matt was lying on his bed smoking(though I had told him countless times not to smoke on his bed, or in the room for the matter). Finally, I worked up the courage and called out to him.

There was no reply.

"Matt, stop ignoring me!" I called louder this time.

That caught his attention.

"Oh, sorry. Yeah, Mello?" He replied quickly.

Ok, here goes..."I was just erm, thinking that since we're…together now, we should, uh, go out." Oh God this is so embarrassing. "But we don't have to! If you don't want to, I mean," I added in quickly just in case.

"You mean a date?"

"Well yeah."

"How nice Mello! Of course we should go on a date, what a lovely idea!"

"Tch, stop mocking me you ass." I wasn't used to this at all. I've never actually asked a lot of people out on dates before.

"I'm not mocking you. I mean it," Matt smiled, putting out his cigarette in the ash tray by his bed and walking over to me.

"Really?" I beamed as he pecked my cheek lightly. "Like, now? I mean, it is a Saturday and all and I'm kind of done studying."

"Sure. What do you want to do?"

Ah, damn, I hadn't decided that part yet. I spent all my time racking my brains on HOW to ask him out I didn't even think of WHAT we would do.

"Uh, shit, I don't know…anything, anything's fine or whatever."

"You don't have to be so nervous," Matt teased, as if he enjoyed seeing me so flustered.

"Sorry. This is only, like, my second time asking someone else out."

His eyes widened as he stared at me. "Wait, what? So who was your first?"

Oh crap, why did I say that? What was I thinking. My mind went blank immediately. "Erm, oh it was no one, Matt," I said quickly, turning away. I was hoping he would just drop it, but he didn't.

"Seriously, Mello, you know you can tell me. I won't get mad," he pried, knudging my shoulder.

God damn it. I really didn't want to tell him, but I didn't want to keep any secrets from him either. "Ok, fine then. But I really don't understand why you want to know so badly…" I glanced at him one last time, hoping he had somehow changed his mind, but he didn't, judging by the way he was staring at me anticipatingly. "It was…Mr Stephen."

"WHAT?" his jaw dropped open immediately.

"You said you wouldn't get mad!"

"I'm not mad, but what the fuck Mello? You asked a teacher out?"

"I really liked him at that time," I tried to reason. He kept quiet after that, deep in thought. He wasn't mad, was he? I mean, that was ages ago and I had flat out rejected Mr Stephen. And I was completely over him. I see him sometimes along the hallway and we smile at each other, nothing more. "Matt...?"

He sighed. "Yeah, yeah. Why don't you go prepare then. We'll figure out what to do when you're done."

He was still mad, I knew that, but when I tried to say more, he just stuffed a towel into my arms and pushed me into the bathroom. I hope he won't stay mad at me for the rest of the day. Me and my stupid mouth. Why do I always run it off like that? There was no filter between my brain and my mouth and that tended to land me into trouble a lot of times. But today was a special date; I didn't want something as measly as an 'argument' ruin it.

I showered as quickly as possible and changed, putting on my usual leather outfit before going out to get Matt. He was still musing about something, sitting on the bed staring off in the distance. I wrapped my arms around his neck lightly and kissed his ear, taking in the smell of his hair. He jerked a little before turning round to face me.

"Oh, you're done." I nodded. "Ok. Let's go then."

He smiled slightly. Damn it, leaving him alone out here probably let his imagination run wild. I wanted to say something reassuring, like there's nothing between Mr Stephen and I or something, but Matt suddenly kissed me on the lips and pulled me out of the room without letting me get a word in. I guess that meant he didn't mind anymore, right?

"So...where should we go? Just so you know, we don't have a car, ha ha," he said once we were out of the dormitory.

"I know this little cafe down the road called The Rose Petal!" I blurted out suddenly. Shit, why did I say that?!

"Yeah, sure. Lead me there," Matt responded. He didn't find anything off so I just laughed it off, grabbing hold of his hand to lead him.

I felt like we were a perfect couple; walking hand in hand through the breeze, chatting so naturally. It ended when we reached the cafe a few minutes later. Matt stared up at it and didn't say anything. "Well?" I asked worriedly, afraid that he didn't like the place I had chosen.

"Yeah. Let's go in." He put his arm around my waist and let me in, looking around for a brief moment until his eyes landed on a window seat. A window seat overlooking a rose garden. "I found a nice table," he said.

It was a beautiful spot, but me and Mr Stephen had sat there on our date too. And although I tried REALLY hard not to, I kept remembering it. It resurfaced as nostalgia hit me, hard. Matt was staring at me and I knew I was acting pretty weird, but I couldn't really help it.

"Sure," I finally responded, tugging him over to the table.

Just as we took our seats, a bubbly blonde waitress made her way over, placing the menus in front of us. She kept her eyes on me, though, and I knew why. She had probably seen me the past two times I came here with Nick and Mr Stephen. God, she must think I'm such a slut. She must think that Matt was another one of my playthings. I didn't want her to think that. I wanted to tell her "This is my boyfriend, Matt" proudly. I wanted stand on the table and shout it to the whole world, let them know that I was serious, let Matt know that I was serious because I still felt like he doubted me sometimes, and that sucked.

"Hi," she greeted, turning away from me.

"Hi, I would like a shepard's pie, please," I ordered, shaking all the useless thoughts out of ny head.

"And a bacon carbonara," Matt said, face grim. She scribbled down our orders and went off, the two menus clenched under her arms. Matt frowned, playing with the table cloth.

"What's up, Matt?"

He looked up, turning a slight pink. "Nothing. I just didn't like the way she looked at you," he murmured.

He was jealous? Because he thought the waitress was flirting with me with her eyes? As flattered as I was, I still wished he had a little more faith in me. "Aw, Matt don't be jealous. You know I only have eyes for you."

He nodded, as if trying to convince himself which sort of hurt me. But I didn't want to start an argument so I kept mum about it.

We continued with our conversation, though I did most of the talking. And I knew Matt wasn't listening to me; he had a blank stare in his eyes but a smile was constantly tugging at his lips. He was admiring me instead of listening, but I didn't really mind. "And so I jumped over the Grand Canyon and punched Godzilla in the nuts...Matt are you listening?"

"Uh, yeah," he had replied absentmindedly. And I laughed internally.

After a while, the sun started setting and it got all orange before turning into dark. The glow radiated off Matt and I just thought about how lucky I was to have him. He really was everything. I was so glad I realized my feelings before just fully rejecting him. But still, it was amazing how he stuck around through all the shit I pulled.

God, he turned me into a love-struck teenage girl, but I liked it.

After we ate, Matt suggested that that we take a stroll in the near by park, so we did. I kept my hand in his as we walked, feeling bliss like no other. Finding a wooden bench, we sat down and I rested my hand over his. It was dark and cold out, but it felt like the best night ever. The stars glistened in the sky while the full moon hung like a plate. I remember star gazing with my parents back when they were still alive. The skies in Russia were beautiful, pitch black yet lit up by the tiny diamonds spread across it.

"Hey Matt?"

"Yeah?"

"Nothing. The stars are really pretty, that's all," I smiled.

He looked over at me, grinning as he stroked my hand. "Yeah, and so are you."

That had me blushing more than it was supposed to. Like I said, love-struck teenage girl. "Stop it," I said, pushing his shoulder gently.

"You are though," Matt responded. Without any other warning, he leaned forward and caught my lips in a kiss. It got me almost immediately. I pulled him closer, playing with his tongue, tasting every bit of him. He pushed me away suddenly, much to my surprise, and blushed. "Sorry," he said guiltily.

I saw it in his face; I knew what this was about. He wanted to continue, but he was afraid for my sake. He was just looking out for me because he thought I was afraid. But somehow, my heart wasn't beating frantically like it was supposed to, I wasn't breathing hard, my head wasn't heavy, blood wasn't pounding in my ears. What did that mean? Was it over? I felt so safe with Matt, like I could fall off a hundred storey building and he'd still catch me. So what was stopping me? Maybe it was time I gave him what we both needed.

"Matt," I spoke up, "I want it"

A look of confusion passed over his face. "What?"

"I want it, Matt," I repeated, embarrassed to look at him. He provably didn't get what I was saying but I didn't want to spell it out for him. "Let's go back." I got up and reached my arm out for him.

"Whoa whoa, what are you talking about?"

So I did have to say it out loud? I breathed slightly before replying. "Sex."

Matt went completely red at that point, I could even see it through the dark. "I-I...wow, Mello, sex on the first date?" He stuttered.

"Yes, Matt. Unless you don't want to?"

"Oh, no! I do I do. It's just...are you ready for it, Mello? I mean, we can wait a little more if you're not comfortable and stuff..."

"No Matt. I'm ready, I want it." I put on my most determined face and stared down at him. I notice him waver a bit, but he didn't say a word. "Matt come on." I just grabbed his arm and pulled him off the bench.

"Mello I'm not sure about this..."

What? But I was sure about this, why'd he backing out? "I'm telling you, Matt, I'm COMPLETELY fine! Now quit nagging; I really need this..."

Pulling him into a hug to emphasize my point, I buried my face into his neck and squeezed him tight. "Please, Matt, stop thinking about me for once. I'm thinking about you too. I know it's been hard on you these past few weeks because I...because I..."

"Mello it's not your fault."

That got to me. If it wasn't my fault, then who's fault was it! "Of course you have to say that! But it is, it is. But I'm telling you now, I don't want you to hold back anymore. I want it just as much as you do. I want to make you feel good, I want…I want you."

I could almost hear the gears in his brain working. Of course I didn't just say that to get into his pants, I meant every word. I hoped he knew that.

Suddenly, he unlatched me from his body and stared into my face. "Come on, let's go," he ordered, beginning to turn away.

"Go where?"

"Back to the dorm."

I grinned, grabbing hold of his arm. "Finally."

...

I dragged him all the way back to the dorm, my heart thumping the whole way. Now that this was really happening, I was beginning to get nervous. I hadn't had sex for a month since the…incident. Though I knew I was ready for this and I knew I could trust Matt to be gentle, it was scary.

"Uh, just so you know, Mello, I don't want to bottom..." he said suddenly as we pulled into the entry gate.

I stared at him like he was crazy. "Alright, Matt, don't worry."

We reached our joint room in record time and I pushed him in hastily, shoving him onto my, or was it his?, bed, whichever one was the nearest to us. He gulped audibly as I crawled up after him, ripping off his shirt.

"M—Mello—"

He was cut off as I kissed him forcefully. God, I was getting over excited. The adrenaline rushed through me at full speed as I tasted every bit of his mouth. His hands roamed my hips as I rocked against him slightly, feeling his hard-on against my ass. I felt comfort I never felt before. It felt...good.

"Oh, Matt...Matt..." I repeated once my mouth was free from his.

He gave me a wonky grin and I took his goggles off, revealing his pale green eyes. The zipper of my vest was pulled down and I shrugged it off, throwing it anywhere, hardly bothering about where it landed. He ran his smooth hands up my chest and rubbed my shoulders, pulling me down slightly. Propping himself up on his elbows, he laid butterfly kissed at my collarbone, hands beginning to glide down my back.

He was giving me these feather light touches as if I was this fragile little thing he was afraid would break when what I really wanted was rough. Though I appreciated him caring, I really wanted it hard and good. I pushed him forcefully back onto the bed so his elbows gave out under him and he slammed into the bed.

"Mello?"

"I don't need you to be gentle," I said firmly, keeping my eyes trained on him.

"I...I just don't want to-"

"Hurt me?" I finished his sentence before he could.

"I'm glad we've made it to the 'completing each other's sentences' stage of the relationship, but yes, that's exactly it, Mello."

"Then stop," I bored my eyes into his, "treating me like that. I really truly appreciate it, but I'm not that weak."

"I don't think you're weak, Mello. I'm just afraid that I won't be able to hold back," he smiled slightly.

"Then don't."

Matt chuckled at that, flashing me that smirk I used to hate but now couldn't get enough of. He nodded.

"Good. Anyways, you don't need to hold back because you don't need to do anything." His smile faded then as he stared at me in complete shock. "Well, that is, I'm gonna ride you, Matt." I smiled cheekily, grinding against him slowly. I felt him get a little harder beneath me.

"Thank God, you really got me there Mello. I mean, of course if you wanna stop half-way, I'll totally understand and-"

"Shut up, Matt."

I greeted his lips again with my outstretched tongue, dragging it across his bottom lip. I bit it between my teeth, pulling on it slightly as Matt gave out a deep sigh, which I guess passed as a moan.

He pushed me back slowly, bringing his head up so his face was at my chest. He licked up and down it, biting into my neck and sometimes straying daringly to my nipple. He flicked his tongue at it, smiling when I moaned. But oh, God, it felt so good I couldn't stop myself.

That's what you get when you're a nymphomaniac.

Not wanting to lose out, I pushed him away for a moment and unbuckled his jeans, tugging them off roughly before tossing them away. He was wearing Mario boxers, which was kinda cute. He saw me staring and blushed, not that I cared what underwear he was wearing. I mean, I didn't wear underwear at all, which I guess was even worse.

Sliding further down south, I pulled the waist band of the Mario shorts to get a glimpse of what was going in me. And damn, Matt was pretty big. I mean, I had seen it before when I gave him that fellatio but that was different. I didn't actually bother to get a good look since it was in my mouth half the time. Said redhead cleared his throat softly, obviously getting a bit uncomfortable with all the staring, so I got to work. Matt had done so much for me; I was going to give him the best night of his life.

I pulled out his shaft, stroking it slowly. He watched me, leaning on his elbows, as my eyes met his.

"You like that, Matt?"

"Y-yeah..."

I smirked slightly before bringing my head down to meet his cock. I continued fondling it as I began to run my tongue along it. His breath hitched as I started deep throating, letting it nudge the back of my throat.

"Mello...stop, I'm gonna..."

I took my mouth away from his member then, leaving him panting hard. He pulled me in so I was straddling him again and rested his hands on my butt, kissing me chastely. While he was distracted by my lips, I reached over to grab the lube off the bedside table. He didn't pull away until he heard the 'pop' sound of the cap opening.

"...Mello...You're COMPLETELY sure about this?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes then. I grabbed his hand and guided it to the front of my pants so he could feel the hardness under the leather. "You think I'm lying?"

He reddened but smiled, shaking his head. His fingers began playing with the strings on my pants to untie them and once that was done, I got them off, with a bit of effort, and laid them nicely on the side of the bed because, hell, those pants were expensive. When they were off, Matt seemed to notice my lack of underwear because he smiled cheekily.

"You were prepared for this, huh?"

"Yeah, easier access," I played along. "Now are you gonna lie there joking with me or are we gonna start fucking?"

He got serious immediately, squeezing the gel onto his palms and spreading them over his fingers. I elevated myself on my knees, my arms supporting me on either side of his head, as he reached below. I felt his fingers rub my entrance before slipping in gently.

"You ok?"

"Yes, you idiot, stop asking." I was more than ok, in fact. I was on cloud nine. I rocked back against his fingers, desperate for more until I couldn't stand it anymore. "Uh Matt I'm done. I want to put it in now."

His eyes widened and I could almost see smoke coming out of his nose and ears. He nodded hurriedly, taking his fingers out so I could put something else of his into me. I poured the lube straight onto his member and stroked it to make sure it was slick enough before getting up directly above his boner, ready to impale myself on. He was about to receive the best ride ever. I held it steady before moving down gradually, feeling the tip get pushed in, then the entire head, then more until the whole thing was inside and it felt amazing. I moved my lower body around it so Matt could get a 360 feel of the pleasure before beginning to slide up and down on it.

He threw his head back against the pillows, bringing his knees up against my back so I could lean back on them, his hands trembling on my thighs as mine ran up his stomach. The euphoria was almost too much to bear as I continued bouncing on his dick, our pants filling up the otherwise quiet room.

"Fuck..." he whispered, half lidded eyes staring straight at me.

Fuck indeed.

"Oh...Matt..."

Biting my lip, my head was thrown back and facing the ceiling as I impelled myself onto Matt over and over again. It felt so good after so long, and with Matt, not just some random frat boy, it was ten times better.

The pressure built up surprisingly fast and I soon started to reach my limit. I think from the way was panting, he was too. I moved faster then, trying to get us both closer to the euphoria. My name hung on his parted lips as he continued to moan and gasp, pushing himself deeper into the bed. His eyes were squeezed shut, face beet root red and lined with sweat.

I went down harder on him when I suddenly felt warmth fill me, making my insides wet and tensed.

"Ngh...Mello,...I came," he announced as if I couldn't already tell. "Sorry it was a bit fast...I haven't done this in a...long time," he managed out in between short, heavy breaths.

But I really wasn't paying attention as I reached my peak as well and came onto his chest, muttering a few obscenities as I did so. I took a while to recover, not getting off Matt until after a minute or so. When I did get off him, eventually, he was flashing me the stupidest grin ever.

"What's up with you?" I laughed.

"Nothing. I just...finally got to do that with you," he smiled back.

"You weren't just in it for the sex, were you?"

"Of course not. Wouldn't dream of it."

He leaned towards me and kissed me. I bit his bottom lip playfully and sucked on it, moving my tongue against it. Needless to say, we got pretty heated up again and I soon felt Matt's erection up against my thigh. I pulled away and gave him a look.

"Sorry," he shrugged, though he wasn't really.

"Nah, it's fine," I shrugged back. "Second round?"