Mello POV-

He was awkward, he was clumsy, but he was damn good with his mouth. I guess those long nights of reading about Toki and his love affairs had taught him at least a thing or two…. He rolled me with his tongue and nibbled me gently with his teeth, gently lapping over tender, hardened flesh. As the familiar heat pooled within my stomach I gripped his hair tighter in my fists and tugged signaling that my release was a fast approaching event. Apparently he didn't understand my indication, so when a hot trail of salt and heat shot down his throat, he instantly sat upward, head tilted in question.

"The hell you'd do that for"? He asks, honestly sounding surprised.

"Well that's what happens when I orgasm, I release".

"You could have given me an indication".

"Pulling your hair wasn't enough"?

"I thought you were doing that because you had some sort of fetish".

"Bastard, my fetishes have nothing to do with hair pulling".

"Sometimes I feel like this relationship is abusive. I mean you hit me and insult me".

"Did you say relationship"? My mouth falls open; Matt views the two of us in a relationship?

"Well I-I think this is a relationship, I mean… I don't go around blowing guys for kicks"… I scratch the back of my head nervously. My face feels hot, could I be blushing?

"D-Do you want this to be a relationship"? The room is quiet, deadly quiet. Matt wipes his lips with the back of his hand, a bad sign… He leans forward to me, his green eyes inquiring my reaction. Is he about to kiss me? In all my days I have honestly never been kissed… The air between us is awkward as his lips meet mine. The gentle probing of his soft lips, freshly glossed with the taste of me is clumsy but at the same time…I guess romantic would be the only word fitting to the situation. We pull apart quickly, to quickly in my opinion, but air is necessary life sustenance.

"How about that as a response"?

"I'll take that as a yes then".

"I'd hope so, otherwise you're pretty dumb". I grin and poke his forehead lightly. He grins and touches my own forehead.

"You're much gentler now". Heat creeps down my throat as Matt begins toying with the tips of my hair. I let him feel my skin as he desires, he toys with my leather, pokes and prods with the muscles on my stomach, and I watch his eyes the entire time in complete fascination. Sometimes they brighten with a childish wonder, and sometimes they darken with an emerald lust. Either way, I'm hooked and I can't look away, or rather I won't look away.

Matt POV-

Whose hand is this? The one who quietly strokes the toned flesh of his new lover? That's right, it's my hand. Why did I begin fondling him? Why hasn't he hit me? I mean I'm not complaining in the slightest… This moment, despite the fact we're filthy with our own release is perfect…

"Mello, Matt it's time for dinner". Near's blank voice says from behind the closed door. Instantly my touch freezes and Mello's eyes shut in exasperation.

"Why now"? Mello groans, but the sounds of our stomachs grumbling in sync alerts us that it being time for dinner isn't necessarily a bad omen. Mello pulled from me and unzipped his jacket.

"Dude what are you doing"?

"I'm getting dressed? I was sent here because of my inability to clothe myself normally, there's no way I'd be able to go down to dinner dressed like this. My dad calls regularly to check up on me, and L is painfully honest". I nod in understanding and begin to clean and dress myself. Note to self alert all your flings that you are in a relationship…

"So Bastard, how many girls do you have to break hearts of"? I bite my lip and narrow my eyes.

"You have to count"? His voice deepens and he sounds quite pissed.

"Actually I'm just pulling your leg. I only have to tell Brooklyn".

"I don't like Brooklyn". Mello announces while zipping the fly on his jeans. I slide a red tee-shirt over my head and brush the hair from my eyes.

"I realize you don't like Brooklyn, it's really not that hard to tell". He pulls his hair up with his hand, but his reply is muffled by the hair tie that dangles from his lips.

"Please when addressing me; speak in clear and proper English". He takes the rubber band from his lips and tied it back in his silky blonde hair.

"I said shut the hell up, Bastard".

Dinner could be labeled as awkward… Near picked at his food, L ate a plate of candy, and Mello shoveled the chicken and potatoes in his mouth like he hadn't eaten in weeks. I rolled a single pea around my plate with a fork and sigh.

"So Matthew, you and Mihael are in a romantic relationship now"? Asks L. The room then gets very silent, deadly quiet.

"Well yeah L, we've developed a 'romantic relationship'. What about you and Light? The two of you have to be more then fuck buddies right"? I ask bluntly, calling L's bluff was something that had never had been done at this table.

"My innocence has now been stolen". Mello and Near announce together while looking appalled.

"Correct, Light-kun and I should more than 'fuck buddies' as you put it… But alas his wife Misa refuses to sign her name on the divorce papers"… L almost sounds tragic, and you can't help feeling bad for him…

Back in our room, Mello busies himself cleaning and I sit on my bed playing a hand held.

"So Mello, tell me about yourself"?

"I'm not from America".

"Really, then where"?

"I originate from Manchester England, but my mom's from some place in Sweden"… Now that I think of it, he does have a slight accent that only sounds natural if you hail from the United Kingdom.

"I've lived in South Dakota my entire life". Mello nods and props up the pillow on his bed.

"So Mello, how old are you by the way"?

"I'm nineteen".

"I'm seventeen".

"Jail bait". I grin and press the select key code for the super combo move and my tiny character unleashes a sword wave attack against the boss he faces.

"Want me to drive you to school"? His question makes my eyebrows arch.

"You'd do that for me"?

"Well yeah, I can't have you getting stupid on me can I"?

"No, I guess you can't"…