What You Say Is A Lie Like I and tsubasawoharu made the ideal sickness, I just made the story behind it.

Finally, this is what Matt was waiting for. The Gods all around him must of felt sorry for him by now because of all the crap he's been through, and now they're letting him have his day of fun. But first, he had to make sure that he was completely safe in his executes before unleashing the beast.

"Fuck, too tight." Mello grumbled in an extremely raspy voice. The pain and effort it took to even utter those three words were almost tangible to a certain redhead that hovered him. Yet he continued, "What the hell is this shit-" Well, before the blonde went into another coughing fit.

One last tug. One last groan. "Now, now, Mels. You know what the doctor said. I don't wanna hear another word coming from you until at least your fever goes away." Matt hoped that his excitement wasn't evident in his voice or else the blonde with bronchitis before him would turn suspicious. "You feel snug?" For all you sick perverts, no. They were not goin' at in at the moment. Just a innocent tuck-in for a certain sicky's bedtime.

Mello opened his mouth to retort, but was stopped by a finger to his lips. "No, no, no." Matt chastised. Mello let out a pout, but finally gave in and nodded. Matt took pride in this and felt the need to warm his blonde up with little taunts first, ya know, get the ball rollin'. "You know how the doctor and I agreed that if you don't obey my orders while you're sick, you can't have chocolate for a month?"

Mello rolled his eyes as if to say, 'Like you could ever stop me, bitch.' Matt's reaction to Mello's indifference was not what he was looking for. He didn't like the gamer's smirk. Not one bit.

"But Mello, dear. I have his number on speed dial. Once I call him and give our dear Kyouya a call, he will notify all places in the district that sell chocolate of your rude behavior… Of course it comes with a small price, but you without chocolate for a week," Mello flinched. "could save us thousands as well."

Emerald eyes glimmered behind goggles. "I don't wanna see my little Melly-Jelly all saddy-waddy. I especially don't wanna see HER cry~" Matt took a quick look at the drawer to the right of him that held Mello's gun to double-check that it was carefully locked away with other dangerous items like the mafia leader's butterfly knife, two grenades he always keeps with him, daggers, etc.

Yes, they were perfectly stowed away with the red lock Matt himself put on to ensure his life. He then let his gaze travel back to the blonde before him. It seems Mello didn't really appreciate all the things Matt said because the blonde's face was bright red. To Matt, this could be taken as an advantage. "Aw, Mello-chan, you're so cute when you blush. It's like you're just asking to be my submissive uke tonight."

That got him. Mello started thrashing around to get out of the tight-as-fuck covers Matt tied him with, but before Mello could get completely untangled, Matt was on top of him, holding Mello's shoulders down to stop his little tantrum. When the blonde admitted to defeat after a few good bucks he settled back down giving his so-called 'best friend' a stare that could kill.

Being Matt, and almost getting this look twice a day, it proved ineffective. The redhead just took the space between them (or lack there of) as another advantage. He leaned down to Mello's ear and whispered, making sure his breath caressed him as he spoke, "Calm down, princess. What kind of prince charming would I be if I let my damsel in distress get hurt?"

"Heh." Shit! ABORT ABORT. MELLO CHUCKLING ALARM. ABORT MISSION. I REPEAT, ABORT MISSION. Too late. Matt's legs couldn't move him fast enough before Mello captured them with his hands still under the covers. He maneuvered them to cross and tangle which forced Matt to fall off of the bed entirely. Now it was Mello who sat on top of Matt. Before the hacker could even think, Mello reached into the other's pants and pulled out Matt's sorry excuse for a mobile phone and threw it over his shoulder making the battery fall off with the force it impacted when it hit the ground. A gulp from Matt was all that could be heard in the dead silent room for a good five minutes before Mello turned his head to the right. His snicker being reborn for a few short seconds before he met his predatory gaze back at his gamer. "Nice job with the weapons. I was seriously considering them for a second."

"I-I told you not to talk! You're voice n-needs rest." Could you tell that this was NOT part of Matt's plan? Fuck all that shit he said before about the Gods being nice 'cause Karma's still a damn bitch.

His response from Mello was a kiss, a sloppy wet kiss that attacked his neck. He was very skilled in knowing which veins trigger the right noisees from the redhead and then- click!

"What was that?" Matt was pulled out of his ecstasy by an all too familiar noise.

Mello only smirked, being obedient for once in his life for not talking, and lifted Matt's chin to show the metal attached to both of his wrists that traveled from one, around the upper left bed leg, and then back to the other. When the hell were his hands even over his head in the first place? He was officially fucked. Screw Mello and his convenient, sadist instruments.

With his new satisfaction in winning, Mello slid off his boyfriend to get ice cream for his aching throat. He couldn't help but tease the boy who thought he could be the teaser only a few minutes before, "Now be a good dog and stay when your master commands."

Matt could not go without a fight. He still had some dignity, right? "With your voice cracking like that, you sound like Justin Bieber."

No. Matt didn't have any dignity left. At least not after Mello would be done with him, he wouldn't because his arms were the ones that were perfectly free now, not Matt's.

dear tsubasawoharu,

totez ILY fer daaais. only reason i'm doing an early update is 'cause you're... *miley cyrus voice* pretty cool.