Ho-ly Crap! I am SOOO Sorry for being so late! Dam school and friends XD
But now it is here! And hopefully it doesn't suck -_-

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: Mello POV:

I woke up to the sight of darkness, my pillow, and the smell of something absolutely delicious. I rolled over and sat up. I rubbed my eyes to clear out my vision. I noticed that Matt wasn't next to me. I reminded myself of the previous night's events.

I asked Matt to sleep with me, that's right. He must be in the kitchen. But wait, Matt can't cook! Right?

I stretched and got out of bed, pulling on a t-shirt first. I ventured into the kitchen to find said redhead making pancakes. And may someone tell me otherwise if it didn't smell like heaven. I walked over to the table and sat down. Matt turned to me and gave me a sweet smile.

"Good morning, Mello! How are you today? Would you like some pancakes? I think I made too many."

I ruffled my hair and smiled back.

"Sure Matt. I'd love some, thanks. But, uh, what time did you wake up?"

I looked at the microwave to check the time. 9:00 a.m. That's damn early. He flipped the pancakes over and then went to the pantry to grab some syrup. He set it on the table.

"Well, I think I got up at about 7 o'clock. I figured that you would be hungry when you woke up so I wanted to make you something."

He smiled again and I suddenly felt bad. Why? Not really sure. Matt was the one who wanted to make the pancakes. He stood up to tend to the food once more. I decided to test him again. I stood up and shuffled over to him, slipping an arm around his waist. I felt him tense up and he almost dropped the spatula. I ghosted my breath over his neck. He was practically shaking.

"Matty…when you finish with the pancakes I want you to do something for me."

He swallowed hard and nodded.

"Of course. What is it that you want me to do?"

I let my hand slide up his chest to his mouth, where my fingers toyed with his lips. He wasn't even doing anything to the pancakes, just shaking as I practically molested him. And it was only going to get worse. I decided to grind up against him. Just another test, not that it wasn't turning me on. This time he did drop the spatula, and it fell to the floor with a clatter. He dropped his head against my neck and moaned lightly. He was blushing, and so was I.

"Mell…Mello…I need to finish the pancakes. Please…"

I was already hard, I wasn't letting go. I licked his neck and looked own to his crotch.

Nothing. Fucking. Nothing! Not even a hint of arousal! What the fuck? How come I was rock hard and he wasn't! Didn't he just moan?

I let go and watched him regain his composure. He then picked up the spatula and rinsed it off, while I walked back to my seat. I sat down and let out an annoyed sigh. I saw him groan and turn off the stove. He grabbed the plate he had waiting on the side and slid all of the pancakes onto it. He turned and set the plate down with a nervous smile.

"Um…some got burnt. Take the ones that aren't burnt. They'll taste better. I'll take the burnt ones."

Great. I can't turn him on AND I have to make him eat burnt pancakes. Minus two points for me. I grabbed some pancakes and put them on my plate. I grabbed the syrup and poured some on. I looked over my food once more and then stood up and walked over to the fridge. Matt watched me as I opened up the fridge and pulled out a tube of chocolate syrup. I could see he was trying not to give me a look. I walked back to seat and poured A LOT of chocolate syrup on my pancakes. Matt was just staring as the syrup on his pancakes was slowly dripping off.

"What? I like chocolate. Deal with it."

He gasped and then shoved a stack of pancakes into his mouth, blushing. I wanted to laugh, but I was too tired and pissed.

We finished our food in silence, and afterwards I got up and walked towards the bathroom.

"Matt, I'm going to take a shower. Can you do the dishes?"

He smiled.

"Of course, I was going to do them anyway."

I nodded and walked into the shower while I heard the faucet being turned on.

When I finished with my shower, I stepped out into my room and got dressed into my usual leather. I walked out into the living room to see Matt sitting on the couch, playing a handheld. I looked over to the kitchen, and my eyes widened.

It was fucking spotless! The floor was shining and all the dishes were all stacked neatly on the rack. He did all of that in 15 minutes? JESUS!

He looked at me and immediately turned off his game.

"Hi Mello. Did you enjoy your shower?"

Odd question. I just threw him a look and he blushed and turned his head away. I sighed and walked over to the door, grabbing my coat.

"Matt I'm going to…uh…work. So I need you to stay here and be a good boy, okay? No leaving the house, got it?"

Damn, I was treating him like a dog. Maybe I'll bring him a treat when I get back. Hehe…

He nodded and watched as I left the apartment. I walked over to the elevator and hit the button. I would eventually have to tell him that I'm in the mafia. Whatever. I should find out what's with him before I tell him about me. I sighed and stepped into the elevator.

GAHHH! NOOO! SUCKY CHAPTERS! NOOOOOOOO!
Well, I think it sucked. But whatever. Gah…

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