BWAH HA HA HA HA! I thought of this idea a few days ago, and I tried three different ways to go about writing out the idea. I ended up going with this, which was waaaaayyy different from what I started with. I may change that into a different story though.

Anyways, hope you like this :P

Genre: Romance/Humor

Characters: Mello, Matt

"Keep it on."

"No."

"Keep it on."

"No."

"FUCKING KEEP IT ON, MATT!"

"HELL NO!"

"DAMMIT MATT!" Mello hollered, trying to keep hold of Matt so he couldn't take the collar off from around his neck.

Matt continued his struggling, and had one hand free, though it wasn't enough to get the stupid collar off. No way in the world was he going to wear that thing, now or ever.

"Don't make me shoot you!"

Matt almost laughed; he knew it was an empty threat. Mello never laid a hand on him. Well, besides the few daily punches, the monthly life-threatening situations, and the one broken nose years back.

Okay, so he wasn't exactly sure that it was an empty threat but he still wasn't going to wear that thing without a fight.

Maybe a more diplomatic solution? Talk out the situation?

"Mello," Matt tried in a firm voice. "I already told you, that blonde chick at the bar wasn't hitting on me."

"Yes, she fucking was," Mello growled, still struggling with Matt. "She had her hands all over you!"

Matt snorted. "Did not! She touched me once, for a second, with one hand; and it was only to pull a hair off my shirt."

"A blonde hair!"

"It was yours you frikin' doorknob!" Matt retorted angrily.

Mello's mouth opened and closed, no response coming to him. "SO!" Mello said finally.

Matt glared back at Mello's intense eyes. "No!" he reiterated with an air of finality.

He was surprised when Mello pulled away, allowing him to remove the collar. "Fine," the blonde male spat, spinning around and leaving the bedroom with a slam.

Matt wasn't sure if it was a good sign or a bad sign. Mello didn't usually give in so easily.

He took one last glance at the thing in his hands; the dog tags stating his and Mello's names, and Mello's cell phone number for the 'if found, call...'. It annoyed him that Mello had thought that he would willingly wear the disgusting thing. Sure, he was strange, because he wore goggles, stripes, and a fur-lined vest; but he was not about to wear something that made him akin to a canine.

He threw the thing in the garbage.

/

It was a few hours later when Mello came into the bedroom with a can of Matt's favorite pop in one hand, and a bar of chocolate in the other.

He snapped off a piece of chocolate with his teeth as he handed the can to Matt; who was now playing another one of his random video games.

Matt automatically accepted the can and took a drink; paying attention to the game and not to Mello.

"It was wrong to try to make you wear that collar earlier," Mello murmured. "I'm sorry."

Matt's head snapped up at Mello's last words; game totally forgotten.

"You're sorry?" Matt whispered, staring into blue orbs. "Oh, God. What did you do?" Mello apologized only when he'd done something Matt seriously – and I mean seriously seriously – wouldn't like.

That was when Matt's head started to feel funny, and his vision started blurring, growing darker. He glimpsed the pop in his hand and looked back at Mello.

"Oh, shit."

Then he blacked out.

/

Matt started to rise from his consciousness, only hearing a blend of sounds at first. He soon recognized the sounds as voices, talking to each other, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

Next, Matt noticed a small ache of pain by his left shoulder, just below the collarbone. It was an annoying pain and he moaned wishing it would go away.

The strange thing was that, when he moaned, the pain did go away. His hearing had improved too because he heard the next statement.

"Shit, he's waking up. Hold on for a second."

It sounded like Mello. But he couldn't say anything because a warm set of lips pushed against his, opening his mouth to the liquid that was dropped in. Matt automatically swallowed so he wouldn't choke, and he felt the tablets that he didn't notice at first, go down as well.

As the lips retreated, he tried to ask what it was, but he was swept into unconsciousness again.

/

When Matt finally woke up fully, it was 8am, he was in his own bed, and Mello was sleeping silently beside him.

It was all a dream?

Matt wasn't sure, but he left the issue alone as he dragged his groggy self to the bathroom; he felt like he needed a shower.

He was about to climb in when he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. There was something black by his left collarbone. He moved closer for a better look.

Matt screamed.

Mello woke from his slumber and pulled the pillow over his head as Matt ran back into the bedroom, his hands shaking Mello, trying to get him to explain himself.

"WHAT THE FUCKING HELL IS THIS?" Matt yelled, finally getting Mello to look at him.

He pointed at his skin where it now said, "Property of Mello".

"It's a tattoo," Mello murmured lazily, running a finger softly over the sensitive skin. "I think it suits you."

"What the fuck, Mello? Who said you could just tattoo me, whenever you like, with whatever you like, without my consent?" Matt demanded, grabbing Mello's hand and shoving it away from him.

"I did," Mello retorted simply.

Matt seethed, wanting to punch Mello but knowing there was no point because the damage was already done. "Why this then?" he asked more calmly.

"Simple," Mello scoffed. "You wouldn't keep the collar on, so I got you something that you couldn't take off, something more... permanent."

He he he. What did you think?