Only seconds away from reaching Mello's lips, he felt strong arms wrap around his back, and, before he had time to respond, Mello's lips collided with his own. Unable to put up much of a fight with only one good arm, Matt gave in, kissing back for a few moments before Mello pulled back slightly. His eyes half-lidded and voice a bit raspy, Matt asked, "What was that for?"

There was a pause, a silence more deafening than the gamer had thought possible. He felt Mello tense beneath him, pulling Matt down until his arm could no longer support his position, and he collapsed onto the blonde's chest. "Wasn't that what you were going to do anyway?" Mello countered, though his voice carried a nervous air that made the red head uncomfortable.

Shaking his head, Matt uttered, "That's not the point! Quit dodging my questions and answer me! What did you do that for?"

Mello averted his gaze and took a moment to think about it. "I didn't want you to pussy out at the last second." He replied, his voice barely a whisper, "You're not the only one who wanted to know what to call that..." He choked on the word as it came awkwardly out of his mouth, "...kiss. I... I was wondering, too. I don't even know what came over me then or now, it just happened." There was another pause, another deep silence between the two of them as both searched for words. Finally, Mello murmured, if for no other reason than to make the other boy explain himself first, "...Matt?"

Their eyes met once more and Matt said simply, "Okay." He knew that, for most people in most situations, he would have to explain what exactly was "okay," but he also recognized Mello's genius, and trusted that he would understand exactly what had been meant by that one, simple word.

He did. Mello leaned in close and pressed his lips to Matt's. The kiss was brief, but meaningful, and it wasn't long before they broke apart, gazing into each other's eyes. They were quiet for a few minutes, both boys replaying their lives together, trying to make sense of it. Finally, Mello said softly, "I don't think I got it that time. Should we try that again?" Matt sensed something different about the way Mello said this... He seemed to confident in himself to be in the least bit uncertain. Well, Matt decided, he knew his answer anyway. Maybe he'd known it all along. Without bothering to wait for a response from Matt, Mello slid his hands around to the front of the gamer's vest and pushed him off, proceeding to roll on top of him. There was no way he was going to allow Matt to feel like he had any sort of power over him... And Matt didn't struggle. Instead, he reached his right arm up and pulled Mello in close as their lips met once more.

It has been said that actions speak louder than words. If that is indeed the case, the best way that this display of affection can be described is as follows: "Oh my fucking GOD! Why the hell did I wait so long for- Mmmmmmph! I needed this- I needed you- I fucking NEED you!" ...Or something of the sort.

When their lips finally parted, Matt murmured, "Okay... I think I get it now."

Mello smirked and hissed, "Shut the hell up!" Before capturing his lips once more. When they pulled back again for breath, the blonde said quietly, "I never knew you were gay, Matt."

Matt recoiled at the thought and grumbled, "You don't count. You're too feminine to be considered a member of the male population, Princess Pe- ow!" He was scolded by a harsh bite to the ear.

"That's for bringing up your stupid video games at a time like this." Mello growled, clearly annoyed by Matt's attempted joke. He rolled off of Matt's chest and sat up. "I don't have time to sit around while you try to seduce me," He grumbled, getting to his feet. "I have to bring the enemy's head to the boss and have them clean everything up before the cops find out... And considering we don't have a car..."

Matt sighed dramatically and said, "Fine, fine, just leave me for dead, I see how it is."

Mello rolled his eyes, "You'll be fine. I doubt the doctors would have released you if they thought there was a chance of another stroke, and nobody's going to bother coming to this dump in search of anything important anyway. I'll be back in a few hours, so... Try and get some sleep."

Of course Matt couldn't sleep. No way in hell. Especially not after what had just happened.... What hadhappened? What did it mean? What were they? Could they still consider themselves just friends, or...? Sighing with frustration, Matt waited until he heard the front door click shut and Mello's light footsteps on the fire-ladder before sitting up and inching into his wheelchair. Using his feet (like the Flinstones. Trust me- it works on wheelchairs. I've done it.) to propel himself, he moved back into the family room, struggling only slightly on the thick, plush carpeting. Eventually, he made it to the couch, where he settled himself with his beloved laptop on his lap. Using only his right hand, he awkwardly opened up the file containing the tracking device. He watched Mello descend the stairs and meet up with a shiny black Chevrolet Escalade. "And he makes me buy him a car. Why are we wasting our money? Damn rich assholes..." He grumbled, "You'd better come back with some cold, hard cash, Mello." He warned the screen. Of course he would never say anything like that to Mello's face, but there was no way for him to hear it.

I was going to add more to this chapter, but my brain is dead. I'm thinking of trying to get a novel published... It's currently a short sory for my English class, but it's good enough to turn into a novel. Add a few details here, a few side-plots there, maybe back it up so the characters are more developed... I don't know. But the point is, I have a lot stressing me out right now, so... Yeah. Enjoy this chapter.