Heat blossomed in my abdomen, and my toes curled. The smell of him crept up my nostrils and a pooling sensation coiled within my belly. Up and down, the organ in my palm felt hard and dripped with my pre-release. My left hand curled around his blankets and I buried my face within his pillow.

Engulfing his scent a final thrust permitted my much needed release. My head relaxed against his favorite pillow as the sticky substance coated my fingers and his bedding. A foreign sense of drowsiness that only came with this wild form of excitement began to overtake me. I felt the weight of my eyelashes become heavier as the desire to sleep began calling in my ear. Not realizing there was someone outside the door, I was surprised when the mahogany door swung open and my face twisted to a guilty but fearful expression.

"What's this? Getting off in my bed? You're soiling my silken bed sheets without me"? His voice dripped with faux hurt and anguish. His hand found my exposed belly and his fingertips began weaving an intricate pattern of electric touches across my chest and pectoral muscles. With each touch I found the wrinkles of my shirt had risen higher then it had originally been.

Upon inspecting him I noted the that all the buttons on his shirt were left undone, leaving the muscles on his stomach exposed. His skin was so toned and lightly tanned I felt my own body was inferior to his. Brushing my insecurities aside I reached out and gripped the opened folds of his shirt. My hands were shaking with a blossoming new need of his touch.

"Greedy little bastard aren't you"? He lifted himself atop me. His limber legs swung around my waist, pinning me to the soiled sheets. My chances of escape were slim to none, but at this moment with his tongue snaking down my throat, escape was the furthest thing from my mind. He lifted his lips to mine, his eyes gleaming with a hunger only I could satisfy. I'm sure my own eyes reflected the same raw emotion and desire. The material of his jeans scratched my tender flesh roughly against the sensitive flesh of my stomach. A wave of rust tresses tickle my chin and forehead and he slowly pulled his face from mine to draw air between his succulent and bruised lips.

"L-Light"… I whisper.

Matt's POV-

How I craved for a cigarette. I missed the smoke curling it's grey tendrils down my throat and calming my shaking nerves. As the clock continued it's favored past time of ticking at a maddeningly slow pace, I noticed my nails had gotten significantly shorter, a la biting them.

"Mr. Jeevas"? Awakening from my haze, I to my best capability returned my attention to the lesson. What I found was not as pleasant as I'd hoped. The teacher appeared to be wishing me six feet under with her eyes and fellow students snickered at my inability to focus. Hypo-fucking-crites. Nonetheless I rested my head against my palm and in an annoyed tone responded.

"How can I assist you"?

"Well since you're so eager to 'assist' what is the atomic weight of Meranium"? I was in Old English Literature class, why was I being asked science questions? Though I being a genius I of course knew the answer.

"Nine point zero one". Her lips formed a tightly pinched line and she turned away from me. And that ladies and gents is why teachers don't generally associate themselves with the great Matthew Jeevas. I was far to much for them to handle, with my intelligence and charm being off the charts. Not to mention I was as modest to. Students silenced their annoying prattle and I smirked. Though it felt great to be top dog, I'd rather be with Mello.

Mello POV

I folded my arms across my chest and grinned. The entire pantry was ordered alphabetically and filed according to predicted date of expiration. I had far to much time on my hands… But to be fair, L had far to little organization skills. Taking a quick glance at the digital clock I noted I'd soon have to pick up Matt from school…

Taking my keys from the place I'd left them on the now stainless counter I enter the garage and start up my bike. L had disappeared long ago and I was without a clue to all the hiding spots Near had possibly hunkered down in. With my helmet fitted over my face I hit the gas and go.

The ride over gives me time to think… It seems I'm the girl in this relationship… I mean I stay home and clean all day, hell I even wear woman's clothing… While Matt's off doing his job at school and being a grease monkey in the garage… He even gets paid for doing that… I start to feel my pride as a gay man dwindle and I bite my lip. Tonight, I'm going to fuck him. I don't care if it's a Monday and he has school in the morning. I will drill his sorry white ass like there's no tomorrow. That'll show him who's the top dog around here, literally speaking.

He's waiting for me when I get there, his backpack slung over his shoulder like some kind of bastard. He's wearing headphones and trying to ignore two girls draping themselves like a pair of… Well drapes! I park the bike directly in front of him and his tacky whores and glare expectantly.

"Who's this"? God even their voices make me want to run over their feet adorned in Gucci shoes with my bike. I realize that it's kind of odd for even me to know what brand of shoes they wear… Behind my visor I clear my throat and narrow my eyes. Matt's getting it extra rough for this… I raise the black shield and flutter my eyes and in the most feminine and girly voice I can muster I reply…

"I'm Mattie-Kins' girlfriend". I thank the helmet for covering my manly sculpted cheek bones and jaw and the two girls who adorned Matt look floored. He shakes them off his shoulders and swings his leg over the bike, mounting it and mounting me. In his dreams….

"Hey baby"… He purrs, I in turn roll my eyes and rev the engine. We begin rolling forward, and once we're a safe distance from the town he begins speaking to me through the helmet.

"So what'd you do today"? He shouts over the noise and the wind.

"Organized the pantry to pure perfection. What about you"?

"Outsmarted the teacher".

"Good boy".