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Part III. Matt&Mello

Mello would like to say that Matt immediately started fawning over him. Or perhaps that the redhead crushed their lips in a passionate kiss. Or that Matt fainted in his arms and Mello carried him bridal-style back to his apartment.

No.

Mello certainly didn't expect to get slapped. Mello certainly didn't expect to get slapped by Matt, of all people. Since when did the gamer have enough audacity to do that? Back at Wammy's, he'd always been nipping close to Mello's heels, never once raising his voice. And now, he slaps Mello.

Reality-well, reality slapped Mello in the face and he realized how Matt must feel.

Oh, and Matt vocalized his feelings, too. "You damn selfish bastard!" he shouted, stepping back a good two steps. "You leave me one day at Wammy's with no goddamn note or letter or anything, and years later you decide to just stop by?"

"Well," Mello said pointedly, "technically, I didn't know you'd be here today. Plus, I got you out of trouble, so."

"Asshole..." Matt said weakly, going limp. Mello managed to grab his upper arms before his legs could fail him and fall to the parking lot.

Mello brushed back maroon bangs from Matt's eyes. "Don't faint on me, now, Matty," he said softly, smiling down with uncharacteristic warmth in his eyes.

Matt sighed, head lolling forward to rest on Mello's should. "I can't stay mad at you."

"You can't stay mad at anyone. It's just not your nature."

"Hmph."

Mello slowly slid down to the floor, holding Matt in his lap, firmly against his chest. The two sat there in comfortable silence, Mello contemplating what to do next. It would be hard to decide, what with their reunion coming unexpectedly and all. Going back to his own apartment was an obvious no. There was so little space when Mello was in there, and God would know how things would go if Matt were there, too. So, where?

Mello shook Matt awake. "Hey, don't be falling asleep. The manager's already giving us weird looks from inside."

Matt mumbled, "Fuck him. I move whenever I want to."

"Up."

"Okay."

"You have a car?" Mello scouted the parking lot once they'd gotten up. Matt stretched beside him.

"Yeah, that one." Matt gestured to a Camaro.

Mello chuckled. "Are you sure it's not that pickup truck over there?" he joked, eyeing the blue rusty machine.

"Asshole."

"I know."

Mello climbed onto his motorcycle, Matt following suit. The redhead wrapped his arms around his waist again and held on, burying his face in Mello's shoulder and inhaling his scent. "Can we just…go? And pick up my car later? I really don't want to be away from you, Mels." He sounded like a lovesick puppy, but he didn't care.

Smiling a little, Mello patted one of Matt's hands curled around his midsection. "Okay," he said quietly. It was the least he could do; Matt had been visibly very affected by his leave. And judging by the way Matt was holding him, Mello seriously thought he'd never let go.

The chocoholic kick-started the motorcycle. He bit back a snooty smirk when he felt Matt cling onto him tighter as they sped out of the parking lot and out with no particular destination in mind.

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"Way nicer than my place," Matt commented, casually collapsing on a king-sized bed.

Mello nodded. "I second that." He inwardly hoped Matt didn't mind them sharing a bed. The hotel had only three rooms available, and the other two had only one single bed in it. Plus, this particular room had a TV with a fair amount of channels, so Mello thought Matt would appreciate that.

…And why did I just think that? Mello asked himself silently. Makes me sound like his boyfriend or something.

"Oh, my god, they have a TV!" Matt squealed, suddenly sitting up and crowing over the electronic.

Mello rolled his eyes at the 'excited puppy' reaction. "Psh. I'm taking a shower." Without another word, he began to unzip his leather vest and untie the front laces of his leather pants. He glanced back behind his shoulder to see that Matt was still gawking over the TV like it was the best thing in the world. Inwardly frowning at the lack of attention, Mello slipped off his rosary and made a show of strutting(butt-naked, mind you) to the bathroom.

"By the way," he said huskily, glancing back again. This time, Matt glanced at him. The redhead's gaze became hooked in an instant, blue eyes traveling down to gape freely at Mello's naked ass. "Join me anytime," Mello finished, and went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

For some time, Matt just stayed there on the floor, mouth still dry from the view he'd just seen. Then he shook his head and smirked, shredding his clothes and entered the bathroom quietly. The shower was on, the outline of Mello's slim body barely visible through the curtain.

God, Matt sounded like a pervert.

He ignored that thought, though, and stepped in the shower. He took the liberty to hug Mello from behind and let the water wet his skin as well.

Mello's eyes widened; he hadn't thought Matt would actually do it. Not that Mello was complaining.

The blond let out a satisfied moan, arching back and turning his head halfway to kiss Matt heatedly. "Nice of you to join me," he got out.

"My pleasure," Matt whispered back.

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The next morning, Matt woke in a bed, his body being spooned by Mello's. His ass was sore.

"Hey, what time do we have to get out of here by?" he said to Mello.

On cue, his best-friend-turned-lover roused from sleep. "Hn, what? Oh, uh, I dunno…" He was slurring.

Matt laughed heartily and leaned up to kiss Mello on the nose. "Damn you're cute." As an afterthought, he added truthfully, "Thank God you're mine."

Mello snorted a little. "And who though it would be a Chinese restaurant that'd reunite us?" he asked incredulously, and dropped a kiss on Matt's head.