AN: You're all going to hate me, I realise that. I TURNED THIS INTO A 3-SHOT! -ducks and covers for fear of various thrown objects- I was starting to feel bad because I told ApplePsyche I would update last wednesday and I didnt. And then I told you all I would update by sunday, which also almost didnt happen. (its still sunday here for six more minutes!) GUILT! V.V This was as much as I had of part two done as of today, so I'm posting it. Hopefully the third and final part won't take me more than a week. I promise, promise, promise, this will only be three parts long! Once again, I am sorry for my... me-ness.

Warnings: The good stuff starts here ;) And yes, the whole Mail/Matt thing is supposed to be confusing. It was my Matt's idea when we RP'd this. So you all get to be just as confused as I was :D

Disclaimer: I don't own any of that stuff I already said I didn't own. Kay?

Dedication: ApplePsyche. Cause we pwn myspace, like, uber hxc. Yea. lol
And also, to my Matt. I miss you like none other. Hopefully things will get better...


"Hnn... Matt, window...mmph...close it."

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"Matt, the window..."

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Huffing, Mello sat up in bed, squinting as to shield his eyes from the white light streaming through the window next to the bed. He rubbed one eye and opened it, scanning the room quickly for his lover.

"Matt?" He shivered, and pulling the ratty comforter around himself he crawled across the bed to shut the window. "Matt!" He called louder this time, "where the hell are you?"

Upon receiving no answer for the fourth consecutive time, Mello put one of his many talents to use: He pouted. The blonde had grown rather skilled in this particular trait, finding that if violence and screaming profanity somehow managed to fail him, he could simply stick out his bottom lip and fold his arms across his chest. The tactic usually guaranteed success and, when used on Matt, gained the blonde a few extra bars of chocolate.

Unfortunately, said redhead wasn't present.

After about five more minutes of sulking, Mello lazily dragged himself out of bed and into the hall. He let the comforter fall from his shoulders as he walked, not caring in the least about adding to the ever-growing mounds of trash in the small hallway.
Matt usually took care of it anyway.

Before plopping down on the couch, Mello scooped up one of the many kittens lounging around the apartment. (The neighbor's cat had died while giving birth...to eight. Wouldn't you? And when Matt had literally begged to keep the kittens, Mello couldn't bring himself to say no.) Cocoa wiggled around against the blonde's grip, her pink nose sniffing the air curiously. The brown and caramel spotted kitten eventually settled down. She purred contently as Mello stroked her chin and ears, and when another kitten hopped into his lap, he allowed it to stay but paid it no mind. Mello played favorites.

Cocoa was soon asleep in his lap and the other kitten had gone. Left with no entertainment, Mello heaved himself from the couch after removing the snoozing feline. He wandered into the small kitchen, intending to throw open the fridge, but paused upon seeing the bright yellow notepaper attached to the door.

Mels, I went out. You were asleep and you're scary when you get woken up, so yea. Anyway, I'll probably be gone all day, so don't wait up. I know you're pissed but I promise, 20 chocolate bars and a surprise when I get home, kay?
Love you Princess, Matt

P.S. Don't give Cocoa all the attention! The others need love too!

P.P.S. I just called you Princess and you can't do jack shit about it! Hah!

"Fuck wad," Mello huffed, as he nearly ripped the handle from the fridge. Once the door was open, he grabbed three chocolate bars and a whole gallon of chocolate milk, and then closed the door again with a nudge of his hip. Sighing, the blonde looked around the kitchen, and eventually came to the conclusion that he was horribly, horribly bored.

He set the milk and bars down on the kitchen island and grabbed eight cereal bowels from a nearby cabinet. (When had they gotten so many cereal bowels? Mello didn't even eat cereal. 'Probably Matt' he decided.) Putting the bowels on the counter, he unscrewed the lid of the chocolate milk and poured some in each, only pausing after he filled the last one. Mello looked down into the bowel, thin blonde eyebrow raised as he stared at his own distorted, chocolaty reflection. Silently, he picked the one bowel up and set it on the floor at his feet.

Within a minute, a calico kitten (Which Matt had named Charlie...or something like that, Mello thought) came bounding into the kitchen and over to the milk, nearly landing face-first in the stuff. Charlie sniffed at the contents of the bowel, and Mello watched him carefully. Soon enough, Charlie was lapping at the substance, and after about a minute, Mello decided the kitten wasn't about to keel over. (He hadn't been sure about giving the kittens chocolate.) He set the rest of the bowels down on the floor, and the other kittens eventually came running to the scent of breakfast. Shrugging, Mello slid down the counter to join the happily mewing felines on the floor. He brought the gallon and chocolate bars down with him, deciding that the little fur balls would have to do for now, as far as company went.

The rest of the morning went by in much the same fashion; Anything Mello did, he'd bring the kittens along with him. The blonde actually caught himself talking to Cocoa about the weather at one point while stepping out of the shower. (Really Mello? Talking to cats? Really?) But he didn't go too hard on himself for it. After all, she'd been his only company all day. And Mello firmly believed she was the smartest of all the kittens currently inhabiting the apartment, so really, she was the most likely to understand him. Or at least, that was how he justified it in his mind...

Sometime fairly close to noon, Mello decided the towel around his waist was getting annoying. (Usually the blonde would just walk around in the nude. But recently he'd decided to have mercy on the unsuspecting landlord and/or neighbors.) So he arose from his spot on the couch and wandered into the bedroom. The daytime television had been starting to bore him anyway. (Nothing but children's shows and what felt to the blonde like a never-ending cycle of The Price Is Right reruns.) Cocoa followed him over to the closet, which Mello dug through furiously before realizing that none of his leathers were clean. Well fuck. The blonde wasn't even sure if he owned anything else. Than again, there was always Matt's side of the closet. With that thought, Mello heaved the sliding door in the opposite direction so that Matt's wardrobe was now visible.

Visible, and quite dizzying.

Good lord, did the redhead own anything that wasn't covered in stripes? A few minute's digging told Mello that, yes, he did. In the very back of the closet, the blonde had found two plain colored hoodies and a pair of white knee socks. Mello raised an eyebrow at the knee socks, but upon remembering how cold his feet were at the moment, decided to keep them handy. He grabbed both hoodies, a pair of Matt's jeans (which were all identical to the point of it being a bit creepy), and a belt of his own, and chucked them all onto the bed. Next, he scooped Cocoa up off of the floor and placed her on the bed. The kitten sat down between the two hoodies and looked up to the blonde, cocking her head to the side and blinking cutely. Mello simply nodded to her, as if the poor thing knew exactly what he was thinking. Which, apparently, she did, because now Cocoa was looking back and forth between the sweatshirts, as if making a decision. The kitten pounced on the black hoodie, mewing contently and peering back up at Mello with a look of great accomplishment.

A few minutes later had Mello back on the couch, dressed in Matt's black hoodie and jeans (which were a bit baggy and lose around the waist on the blonde), with the knee socks on underneath and Cocoa in his lap along with two other kittens. He ordered take-out, and spent nearly and hour eating the stuff. He had to waist time somehow. He'd already tried to call Matt twice today, getting nothing but the voicemail recording both times. For a split second, the blonde had absently wondered if his lover was having an affair, but then he remembered that people were usually a bit stealthier about those kinds of things. And if Matt were cheating, he probably wouldn't have left a note.

This was, by far, the most excruciatingly boring day Mello had ever had the misfortune to suffer through.

He needed something to do. Something mind numbing. Television? No, no, he'd rather blow himself up again than sit through more daytime bullshit. So what could he possibly...? Mello nearly shot himself for being so stupid. Here he'd been, moping around all day, inwardly complaining to himself about his own boredom, when he had a perfectly good book sitting in the bedroom. Geniuses are absent minded, it seems.

The thought of something to do greatly renewed the blonde's vigor. He actually smiled on his way back to the bedroom, gaining that giddy feeling one gets when partaking in a guilty pleasure. And Twilight was most definitely a guilty pleasure. Mello didn't even want to think about what his redhead's reaction would be if he ever found out the blonde was reading something so...so... Mello didn't really care, because now he was curled contently upon the couch, happily diving back into a world of very sexy boys with very sharp teeth.

...

By the time Mello tore his eyes away from the book again, he realized he was sitting in near-darkness. The blonde tilted his head to peer into the bedroom, noting that the light was now gone. What time was it anyway, he wondered absently.

He marked his page, and groaning as his back cracked, stood from the couch and walked lazily into the kitchen. The microwave clock told him it was 9:57pm. This was getting ridiculous. Mello growled the whole way back to the bedroom. He ripped his phone off the charger and hit Matt's speed dial number.

The blonde walked the length of the apartment while the phone rang. Upon reaching the living room on his second go-round, he could make out a small melodic noise. Keeping the phone to his ear, Mello scanned the room quickly, his eyes coming to rest on the front door. A thin blonde eyebrow rose suspiciously as he made his way across the room to stand in front of the door. It was then that he realized the noise had started when he'd dialed the number.

So, being the genius that he was, Mello put two and two together. He narrowed his eyes at the door and yanked it open, growling deeply in his throat. A redheaded, goggle-eyed smirk met him a second later.

"Where the living fuck have you--" The inquiry was cut off by a chaste kiss, which left the blonde to blink and stare when the two parted. But the slight daze only lasted a moment, and Mello regained his sour expression. "Where have you been?" To which Matt shrugged. He tossed the plastic bag he'd been carrying to blonde.

"Here and there," the redhead replied nonchalantly, "Miss me?" The blonde only snorted, then mumbled something that sounded like 'maybe' as he caught the bag. Matt however, kept glancing down at where the carpeting of the living room met that of the hall outside. Mello grabbed one of the many chocolate bars from inside the bag and moved to the side. The redhead only stared at him.

"Well?" Mello said after a moment, "You coming in?" Matt didn't allow himself the smirk that was tugging at the corners of his lips. He simply nodded and stepped inside, shutting the door behind himself. The blonde wandered into the kitchen and dumped the bag's contents onto the counter and counted the bars. Matt chuckled at this, which gained him a glare. "What?"

The redhead shrugged again, smiling slightly. "Nothing. It's all there Mel; twenty bars, just like I promised." The blonde seemed satisfied after a moment and began to stack the sweets in the fridge in what was, Matt noticed, quite a meticulous construction.

"You never answered me," Mello said when he was done and shut the fridge. "Where the hell have you been all day? What was so damn important that you couldn't wait until I woke up to leave? Hm?" He folded his arms across this chest and shifted his weight onto one hip, eyes narrowed at the redhead across from him. Matt shrugged, again, and put his hands on the disgruntled blonde's waist.

"Does that mean you missed me?" He asked sweetly, nuzzling the other's scarred cheek. Mello sighed and nodded stiffly, trying his best to retain an irritated expression, which was becoming increasingly difficult. "I'm sorry Mel," the redhead said quietly, "but it was for you." The blonde raised an eyebrow skeptically, but his body language betrayed him; he was intrigued. "I promised you a surprise, didn't I?"

"Yes, but I don't see why that required--" The rest of Mello's sentence turned into a loud squeak as a hot tongue trailed up his neck. This time, Matt smirked. The blonde managed to squirm his way out of the redhead's hold, backing up to lean against the kitchen counter, his cheeks lightly tinted a soft pink. "What the hell?!" Matt only smirked wider, revealing his canines. His pointed, sharp, dagger like canines. The burgundy-haired youth then reached for his goggles, removing them and leaving them to hang around his neck. Brilliant emerald had, somehow, been drastically replaced with cold, bottomless onyx. Mello openly stared.

"Surprise."

"I... What the?!... How'd you?!..." The blonde barely had time to sputter before Matt's lips were on his again. Mello kissed back, full force, confusion registered as excitement in his brain, and soon he was pressed against the bed sheets with Matt's knee between his legs. Something had gotten into his lover, and he liked it. A lot. The blonde suddenly realized his position, opening his eyes slowly and attempting to ease Matt's ravenous lips from his own. "Mmm!...M-Matt!" He panted out, hand's on the other boy's shoulders and pushing him upward, "When did?.. When did we get in here?" He didn't like the look he was getting from the other. "Matt?"

The redhead had and eyebrow raised, a mildly amused smirk playing on his lips. "Well, I carried you in here," he said as he bent down to tongue at the blonde's neck again. "And I don't know anyone called Matt." Mello's eyes shot wide open at this, and he thrashed against the other in an attempt to free himself.

"What're you playing at? Quit trying to mind fuck me, Matt! It won't work!" He kept up his futile attempts to get out from under the other boy, but failed to notice he was being held in place by only one hand. The redhead chuckled deeply.

"You're talking about this Matt fellow an awful lot, love," he said, kissing all over the blonde's neck, stopping at certain places to give a good lick and then moving on. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were having an affair." By this time, Mello had given up on escape and had settled for complete and utter confusion. He was now squirming only slightly against the other in a much less objective way.

"An affair?" He echoed while arching an eyebrow. "How can I have and affair with someone I'm actually with?" The redhead stopped working on Mello's neck to meet his gaze dead on.

"Mel," he said quietly, "That's not my name, and you know it. Who is this Matt?" If Mello thought he was confused before, it was nothing compared to this. The boy straddling him apparently didn't know his own identity. Well, Mello could play along, he supposed, for now at least. The blonde craned his neck slightly to kiss the other gently on the lips.

"No one," he said quietly, reaching a hand up to stroke the other's vibrant hair, "He's no one, Mail." Mello smirked at his last word, noticing the gleam appear in his partner's eye.

"Good," Mail said, going back to his previous work on the blonde's neck. "You know how I am about sharing..." He trailed off and gave a quick lick to a particularly tender spot on the blonde's neck, right above a rather prominent vain. Mello couldn't hold in the squeak. "Hm," Mail considered, licking the spot again and gaining another surprised but pleased noise. He began to gently kneed the skin with his pointy canines, heightening the nerves there yet careful not to break it. Mello's pleasant mewing spurred him on.

"Mail," The blonde breathed, eyes closed and smiling slightly, "What're you doing?" He laughed quietly, feeling the redhead nuzzle his neck affectionately, kissing, licking, and nipping at the same spot repeatedly. "Is this the part where you bite me? Hm?"

"Actually..." Mail mumbled into the blonde's neck. He smirked and gave the spot one last lick, feeling the blood circulate under his tongue. He couldn't wait any longer. "It is."
Mello snorted.

"Really, Matt," said the blonde, "this is plenty. You can drop the act now. It was a nice surprise, ok? Lets just--Jesus fuck on a stick!" Mello's eyes flew wide open at the feel of the redhead's teeth breaking his skin. The odd thing though, was that it didn't hurt. Not one bit. To the contrary, it was...arousing. As if having the boy licking and sucking his neck wasn't enough of a turn on, he could actually feel the other's teeth burry into his skin.

Mello's blood was surprisingly sweet, from what little the redhead could taste of it. The liquid welled up around where his teeth were beginning to penetrate the blonde's pale neck, and all the redhead could think was 'More'. He bit down harder, sinking his canines in completely now, and the blood began to flow much more freely from the puncture wounds.

"Mail," the blonde managed to pant out while grabbing two fists full of burgundy hair, "I-I...I'm getting..." Mello stared up at the ceiling fan, trying to focus his vision; the room was starting to spin, but he lacked the ability to voice his concerns at the moment. Damn Matt and his damn teeth, doing damn sexily dizzying things to him. Just, damn. And Mello could feel his own body responding to the other's ministrations. He shifted his hips attempting to get a better angle against the knee that was wedged between his thighs. Whimpering quietly, the blonde began to motion his hips upward against the redhead's knee, getting desperate for some kind of friction. He felt, rather than heard, the other chuckle against his neck.

"Masochistic slut," Mail whispered hotly, letting the boy's blood obstruct his speech a bit and trickle down to stain the collar of his sweatshirt. "You really don't have any shame, do you?" He heard Mello mumble something that, under different circumstances, might've been a smart-ass retort. But all that managed to escape the blonde's lips was a garbled string of meaningless words, broken up by heavy panting and gasps. Hmm, maybe he should ease up a little; the other's pulse did seem a bit irregular...

Mello sighed, feeling the jaw around his throat slacken a bit. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open, and the ceiling fan was being a haughty bastard and kept jumping all over up there. A thought concerning the dismantling of it flitted across the blonde's mind for moment, and then it was gone. He couldn't think.

By the time Mail had unlatched himself from the boy's creamy neck and managed to ebb the blood flow with his tongue, Mello's eyes were spinning and barely keeping open. The redhead mentally cursed himself for not knowing when to stop, or rather having ignored the warning signs. There was a rather large stain of deep red on the sheets seeping out from below the puncture wounds. Mail looked the blonde in the eyes as best he could, what with the azure pools unable to stay focused. Oh, shit. Were his pupils dilated? The redhead looked closer; they were.

"You...suck..." Mello mumbled, lifting a hand to swat the other across the cheek. It barely made contact and then fell limp as it's owner blacked out.

"I know."


AN: My Matt confused the hell out of me with that whole name thing... I still don't get it. Review?
Part 3 will be up as soon I can manage, hopfully no more than a week.