Matt-
I found myself sprawled wildly on the wood of the kitchen floor, and extremely dazed and confused. Mello stood over him, breathing hard, his blue eyes narrowed and fierce. I hadn't realized he had even stood up yet… I sat up and pushed my goggles to the top of my head and wiped my eyes.
"Yeah I guess I probably deserve that".
"You're damn straight you do, Bastard"! Hisses Mello lowly. I stand up and lean against the doorway.
"I apologize for being a major douche and leaving you to fool around with Brooklyn".
"Apology not accepted". He crosses his arm over his chest and glares at the refrigerator. I bit my lip and stared at him, what could I do to make him forgive me? I flutter my green eyes and pout my lips. That earns me another punch; I sprawl against the wall and slide to the floor.
"If your body dents this wall Bastard, I'll use your face to fix them".
Mello-
I glare hard at Matt and shake my head.
"Forget it". I walk past him, and exit the kitchen and head upstairs to our bedroom. I hear L continue to slurp loudly from his closet and do my best to ignore him. I enter the bedroom, and feel my skin crawl. This was the room I left untouched, but now, my rage combined with a severe case of obsessive compulsive disorder, I felt the only way to relieve this stress, was to clean.
The rooms now, clean, and an epitome of perfection, I sat on my bed. Why was I so mad about Matt fucking with some girl? Was I jealous? I shouldn't be, I mean I've fucked around with guys before… And Matt even told me that he enjoys getting around town… I stand from my bed and remove the suitcase from beneath my bed; I unzip it slowly and grin. Inside my leather clothing sits, waiting for me to dress…
Matt-
I wait two hours for Mello to calm down, and relax before heading upstairs to apologize yet again. As I walk down the hall, I notice L scuttle from the closet, eye me curiously, and then hurry back to his room to hide. I reach our bedroom and open the door. My eyes widen at first because of the perfection and cleanliness of the room, but what captures my eyes most, is Mello stands in front of the mirror of the closet, admiring himself in the mirror, completely clad in skin tight leather…
My mouth waters at the low riding jeans that rest easily at the base of his hips, or the sleeveless shirt left unzipped, where his muscular stomach is completely exposed… Mello's blue eyes skirt to mine and he grins.
"Do you like what you see, Matthew"? I nod dumbly. He runs his hand through the Golden Fleece that is his hair, and skirts his opposite hand along the wall of his muscle. I enter the room entirely, and shut the door, turning the lock. I don't realize how hot and bothered I feel, till I'm pressed against the wall, and Mello's whispering naughty nothings against the length of my neck. My breath comes out in a quick hiss.
"I'm much better than some quick fuck of a girl, aren't I"? He whispers. I nod quickly, my fingers search him, grabbing, touching, and stroking any morsel of flesh I can grasp. I feel his lips turn upward into a grin against my collar bone, and then cold… He has left me, hot, flustered and stiff. He grins evilly at me from his bed.
"Sorry Bastard, you did say I was better than some quick fuck".