Peace and Tranquility
Sometimes, Mello knew he would never enjoy a restful sleep again. It was a sacrifice, but a necessary one, he reminded himself in a tired grumble every now and then. Just as he couldn't allow himself to admit he was sick of Near, sick of Kira, sick of pulling chilling all-nighters in front of cameras and stale footage.
Matt's favorite spot was the fold-out couch in front of the TV, where the news stayed on almost 24/7. Mello smirked - he couldn't help it - at the careless limbs hung around couch cushions. Matt was good at taking orders, until it bored him. "Keep your eyes on the news until you absolutely can't," he remembered ordering, in a bout of frustration, after Matt arrived back from a brief shopping trip 20 minutes late (when asked for reasons, he merely shrugged), and not more than an hour later Mello heard the sound of quiet snoring drifting through his own concentration.
Presently, however, he noticed the man was stirring, one leg shifting almost mechanically from one spot to another, while the other slowly arched up at the knee. A quiet murmur seeped from the back of his throat. Mello clicked pause. The figures on his laptop quit screaming, the reporter stopped deadpanning under a grave and lifeless mask.
Mello kneeled before his quiet companion, still half-asleep, sprawled on the couch, muttering under his breath. He wasn't sure why he was wasting his time like this, but found it didn't concern him. Not as much as it should.
"Mmm... Mello?"
"Matt."
The urge suddenly came to scold him for enjoying some rest, when he could have been helping Mello as he agreed he would, while the most precious clue could have slipped by under his watch. The way he had the nerve to dawdle there, still basking in sweet sleep, staring with hidden eyes up at his comrade and yawning. Didn't he realize... there was no time?
But, as Mello decided in an instant, none of these things appealed to him right now. Acting upon impulse he bowed his head in some unknown gesture, before finding Matt's lips beneath his own, and Matt's arms moving, now hanging carelessly around his neck. There wasn't the slightest sign of struggle. Matt was nothing like the world.
Somewhere, on the other corner of the room, Kira screamed at him, bloody-eyed and full of hatred. But Mello could hear nothing except the satisfied sounds from deep within Matt's throat.
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A/N: More on the way XD Thanks much for the reviews! BTW, read Bessy's (er, The Shiny One's) yummy M x M drabbles They're hiding under an "M" label, harhar. But they're quite awesome, man. We're both doing these for the same 100 theme challenge, but I am so losing. Hooray.