Matt sat in the opposite side of the couch, his gaze glued to his new PSP game "Riviera". The game sure was interesting but he already played it before in his Game Boy Advance version. Mello sat in the other side, his elbow against the sofa and his head resting in his hand, the remote control in the other hand. He was pretty annoyed and was trying to distract his wandering mind with random TV shows, since he ran out of chocolate.

-I love you-Matt said.

-Stop it!- Mello stood up smashing the remote control into the floor, a blush creeping to his face.

Matt had been acting so weird recently, talking nonsense out of the blue and usually gay comments.

-Why should I? I love you- Matt turned off his game and stood up facing Mello. -We are men, you shouldn't be playing hard to get.

-Exactly! We are men! Shut the fuck up, bastard!

-Since when do you care what others say?- Matt approached him slowly, his goggles in his head, his stare straight to his eyes.

-I don't care- Mello crossed his arms in defense.

-I love you.

-Matt! I'm not gay; want me to repeat it again!? I'm not interested in some random homo sticking it in!

-But I'm not some random homo.

-I'm not gay!

-How do you know? Have you tried it before?

Mello spun around, Matt was getting him between the wall and the sword, he frowned frustrated.

-No.

-Then how can you know?

Mello was about to reply, seriously considering punching his friend; since he didn't carry a gun, but before he could do any move, Matt gripped his shoulders and threw him over the couch sitting on him in the process. How dare he do such thing, who does he think he is to play around with his boss? Mello flew daggers to his comrade, a thing was ignoring his gay comments but another whole thing was ignoring his touch, either way he didn't complain. In the other hand, Matt watched his reactions carefully, his eyes blank, not showing any emotion, today had been a totally strange day, Matt acting this way and Mello being not so aggressive.

-Give it a try.

-No wa-ugh..- Mello shut up in the middle of his phrase, Matt had straddled his hips.

Now he was totally going to kill him, Mello tightened his fist and aimed it at Matt's face, who stopped it with a hand; sometimes Mello could forget how strong Matt really was. He forced Mello to lay down again, this time gripping his arms to prevent another attack.

-You don't seem to hate it at all.

Matt bent down biting and sucking at his neck, Mello hated with every piece of his being the sensation of being controlled by such a weakling, but, oh he freaking loved the contact between their bodies, his already tight pants going even tighter, the heat increasing inside of him; he would never accept it.

-Matt…

Mello's voice dripping poison made him stop right away looking in his eyes, letting his guard down a little, Mello noticed and switched places, Matt's face now showed surprise from the sudden action. Mello bucked his hips, Matt grunted in reaction, now the score was even. Mello sat on him feeling Matt's little friend growing harder, he bent down biting and licking his neck hungrily while nudging his pants.

-You just got yourself into hell- said Mello between kisses, more like bites.

-Ugh… at least... a pleasure-able he-hell… ngh…