For the record, Mello did not appreciate being pushed against walls. He did, however, appreciate that L seemed to know what he was doing. Gasping lightly when teeth nipped his neck a little too hard, Mello threaded his fingers through the man's mess of black hair and pulled him back. Apologetically running his thumb over the mark he had left on the blond's neck, L immediately switched gears.

"The bedroom is down the hall," he explained before all but dragging the blond there. Of course Mello wasn't exactly resisting as he looked around to take in how nice the house was. Grinning at how much of a hurry L seemed to be in, Mello sauntered over to the bed and sat down, making a show of taking his time. The psychiatrist losing his cool like this over him was doing wonders for his ego, even if he was pretty much in the same state himself. The man gave him a curious look, perching himself on the bed and tugging Mello's shirt over his head.

"You've done this before," the blond practically purred, pulling L closer.

"As have you, apparently."

Mello had the distinct urge to answer 'Of course I have, look at me,' but he didn't quite feel the need to talk any more when L started helping him out of his pants and visibly suppressed an urge to comment on his lack of boxers. He had to bite back a noise when L ran his fingers across him -- he'd never met someone with such freakishly cold hands before. Still, even with that, he couldn't remember the last time he had been so hard. He grabbed L's hair and tugged, wanting him to hurry up and do something.

Giving the blond a frown that told him to be patient, L crouched down further and tentatively flicked his tongue out. Mello gasped at the contact, keeping his grip on the man's hair and arching up a little.

"I think you've done this before, too," he commented with a lazy grin. L made a bit of an indignant sound and said something that Mello wasn't quite paying attention to before abruptly putting his mouth around him and sucking.

Mello let his head fall back on the pillows with a moan, chewing on his lip and urging the man further down with another tug on his hair. "Wasn't an insult," he managed to say as he closed his eyes. L just made a thoughtful noise before moving further down and sliding a dry finger into the blond.

Mello gave a shuddering gasp as his eyes shot open and he looked around the room. His own room.

"…Great. That dream again." He crossed his arms sulkily, hoping he hadn't made any noises loud enough for Matt to hear in the other room.

Two weeks. It had only been two more damn weeks, and he was having wet dreams about the guy. What the hell was he, a nympho?

Okay, forget it. He had an appointment today and he needed to act normal. After a quick (cold, of course) shower, Mello got himself ready to leave. He glanced into Matt's room and rolled his eyes at seeing the redhead still asleep. "Lazy bum. At least he didn't hear anything." Mello hurriedly ate a bowl of Coco Puffs before going to his appointment with L.

He gave a wave to Near as he walked in, who returned it with a bit of a smile.

"He's already waiting for you, Mello. You can go on back."

"Alright, thanks." He didn't waste any time in heading down the hall and into the room he always met with the psychiatrist in. All he had to do was act normal, and everything would be alright.

...And of course L just had to be licking the remnants of some dessert off of a fork and looking like he was thoroughly enjoying it. Mello did the only thing he could do, after the dream this morning: stare.

"Oh, I see you're here. I was worried you were skipping."

"I just...slept in," Mello replied with a shrug, sitting down and picking at his pants leg a little.

"That's unlike you. Starting to take after Matt?" L laughed a little, setting his fork down and blinking before sneezing almost violently.

Mello flinched back, because oh God, germs! "Are you getting sick, L?"

"I'm sure it's only a cold. I wouldn't worry about it." But he did look a little paler than usual, and Mello was worried about it.

"Well I think you should go home and rest."

"There's no need. Now, let's get on with your appointment."

"No," Mello said stubbornly, crossing his arms and standing up. "I know I'm your last appointment for today, so get out there and get in your car."

L raised an eyebrow, standing up as well. "If you insist. I don't see why you're so adamant about it."

"Because I don't want you here when you're sick." Mello followed L when the man walked to his car, getting in the passenger seat.

"Now what are you doing?"

"Coming with you to make sure you rest."

Finally, L gave up and drove home, Mello looking smug in the seat next to him.

"If you're going to act like that, you should take care of me yourself."

"Maybe I will." Yes, that did sound like a good idea. Mello followed L into the house when they arrived, looking around enviously. "Nice place."

"Thank you. So, how do you plan on caring for an individual as sick as myself?" L asked with a bit of a grin. Plenty of things flashed through Mello's mind, and none of them were quite appropriate to say out loud in this situation.

"I'm making you soup. Don't be a smartass with me." With that, he went and rummaged through the kitchen. It took a while, but he eventually found a can of chicken noodle soup amongst the cake mix and icing cans piled in the cabinets. Was this man made of sugar?

"Oh, you really found some?" Mello jumped at the man's voice, giving him an irritable look.

"Don't sneak up on me! Yeah, I found some. It's a wonder, though."

"Temper, temper."

The blond just made a disgruntled noise as he heated up the soup and put the bowl on the table. "Shut up and eat, L."

"Can we try saying that a little more nicely?"

"No."

L chuckled and obediently ate the soup, sneezing a few more times before the bowl was gone. Not long after he had finished, Mello ushered him to the bed and demanded that he should get a little rest.

"And you had better not get me sick," he added pointedly.

"I'll definitely try not to, if you stay and keep me company tonight."

"Well...alright." The request caught Mello by surprise, but he wasn't complaining. "I'll tell Matt I won't be home tonight."

"I'm going to rest for a while, then. The guest room is across the hall when you get tired."

"Thanks." Mello left L alone for a while, trying to find something to occupy himself with in the house. After watching boring TV shows for a good few hours, he finally resigned himself to going to bed. The guest room was just as nice as the rest of the house, and Mello couldn't remember the last time he had slept in a bed so comfortable. It didn't take long to fall asleep.

He never did remember to tell Matt he wouldn't be home. Oh well.