Silent Promises
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.
Matt was ready to die of boredom. Why? Maybe it was because he and Mello had been watching Misa parade around in her little outfits for the past five hours. Seriously, there was no way that someone that stupid could be the second Kira! And now, without video games, he was going to go mad. ''Melllooo…'' he pleaded, ''can we please do something else? I'm so borreedd…''
Mello, who had been trying very hard not to beat the shit out of his very annoying best friend for the past five hours, grit his teeth in frustration. 'If Matt says one more thing, I'm going to-' ''Mello, please, can we-'' The gamer was interrupted when Mello suddenly jumped up from where he was sitting and slammed the poor redhead into a wall. And then, when the blonde spoke, his voice was laced with malice and anger, it was just goddamn scary, to tell the truth.
''Matt,'' Mello said, on the verge of insanity,'' I am ready to blow a hole into your fucking brain, so if you value your life, GET YOUR WHINY LITTLE ASS OUT OF THIS ROOM!!!'' Matt pouted. ''But Mello-'' ''GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE, MATT!'' And apparently, Matt did value his life, so while he was driving along the streets in L.A., he found himself entering a nightclub. Inside, he saw a dance floor (though it was hard to see through the smoke that was emitted from the smoke machines), illuminated with multicolor flashing lights. Matt, aware of his obvious lack of dancing skills, headed toward the bar, where he soon made conversation with the attractive cocktail waitress.
After a long chat, the gamer, who was now completely intoxicated by the many alcoholic beverages he had consumed, thought that it would be a wonderful idea to screw the barmaid. But all through their false 'lovemaking', a disturbing voice called inside his head. 'Matt, this is a BIG MISTAKE.' Then the disturbing part came. 'Matt, you're supposed to be screwing Mello, you goddamn idiot!' But, why did he feel this way? The last time he had checked, he was a guy, and Mello was a guy, and the redhead was pretty sure that both he and Mello weren't gay, so…what the hell was going on?
Matt arrived at the apartment, thoroughly confused by all his…awkward thoughts, stepped through the door. Only to find Mello sitting on the bed half-naked. The chocoholic grinned. ''Hey-'' Matt raced out of the room, his face even redder than his hair. 'Dammit, what happened to me just then?' He laid a shaking hand over his chest. 'My heart is beating very rapidly. Does that mean that I love Mello?' Just then, the previously mentioned Mafia worker walked over to him and placed a hand on his cheek. ''Matt? You okay?'' The redhead turned to face his companion. ''Mello, I…' Unable to finish his sentence, the gamer slowly leaned towards the blonde and kissed him gently on the lips. Without warning, Mello forcibly grabbed fistfuls of crimson red hair, pulling Matt towards him, deepening the kiss.
It was hot and demanding, drenched with passion and love, filled with feelings of lust and desire. How could they have ignored such powerful emotions? The two lovers slowly broke their kiss and pulled away from each other, all the while staring into each other's eyes, silent promises of love floating through the air, suffocating them, smothering them, making it difficult to breathe. And on that night, as their feelings of love and lust and need escalated to an unmistakable level, Matt realized the answer to his question. 'Does that mean that I love Mello?'
''Of course I do.''