A/N: I'm pretty much forcing myself to sit and write XD. It's officially been one week and two days since I've posted the third chapter, and I promised myself that, since I bought a laptop, I wouldn't wait a week to update. Yeah, that didn't go over well XD. Sorry for the wait! Anyways, here it is. Enjoy!

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Suggested Listening : Avril 14th by Aphex Twin

"So, Mells; do you think that weird therapist is gonna suggest something sexual for us today?" Matt asked as he and Mello were walking to the therapy office. Mello offered a grunt as an answer. He didn't care, either way; just as long as that old bitch kept her hands off of Matt, he was fine with whatever "healing steps" she threw at them.

"Well, Mells, if you don't have an opinion, I think that she should give us something new to try in bed."

That caught Mello's attention. Being the uke in this relationship, that kind of struck a nerve somewhere. "What, am I not good enough?" Yes, the ex-Mafia boss had a soft side, and possibly a few female hormones.

Matt's eyes immediately looked up from his DS to Mello's face, which exhibited a glare and a hint of sadness. Stopping in the middle of the sidewalk, he hugged the blond tightly and kissed his head. "That's not what I meant, babe."

Not returning the bone-crushing hug, Mello sighed and asked, "Then what did you mean?"

Matt chuckled, and, if possible, tightened his embrace. "I mean, you saw how that therapist was looking at me-"

"You payed attention to that?"

"Yupp. I didn't look back at her, though. Anyways, with that look on her face, it seemed as if she was a freak, and the good kind."

"Matt!"

"I'm not done yet. So if she's a freak in bed, she could probably think of other things."

"Like what, hanging from the wall?"

"Hell no."

"I still don't feel convinced."

The redhead pulled away from his lover, who looked more upset than angry. "Mello, you know you're the only one for me. All I want is to pleasure you." Leaning down a bit, he whispered in his ear so the passersby wouldn't hear what he would say next. "And make you cum."

Mello was instantly turned on by that simple sentence and Matt's low and husky voice. He threw his arms around the gamer's neck and nearly cut off his air supply. Matt kissed his ear and hugged him back, sighing happily. "Come on babe; time to go to the next meeting."

They walked hand in hand the rest of the way.

Meanwhile, L and Light were back in their shared apartment, with L on the bed and Light in the corner of the room.

"L, just because the therapist suggested bondage doesn't mean that we have to actually use it!"

Ah, yes; L had taken the therapist's healing steps into consideration, and was crouching on the king-sized bed in a predatory way.

"And where the hell did you get those? I thought those were taken away six years ago?"

The raven-haired detective was holding up the handcuffs that connected himself and Light together all those years before. He held them between his thumb and forefinger, swinging them back and forth.

"Oh, come now, Light-kun. Yesterday, you agreed to your desires to participate with me in sexual activities."

"Yeah, but that still doesn't answer my damn question!"

"Right. Well, Trish dropped them off last night. I suppose Watari gave them to her."

Light was appalled, and his jaw fell open. "Why would he do that?"

"Hmm, I have no idea, really." L glanced at the clock, and noticed that it was almost time for them to leave. "Light-kun, I guess we'll just have to try later tonight."

Grumbling but without argue, Light walked out of the bedroom and to the front door. L followed not two seconds later, and Watari drove them to the Therapist Office.

When Matt, Mello, L and Light arrived, Near and Misa were already there, sitting and not saying a word, well, except for Misa, who was bouncing up and down in her chair.

"What the fuck is she on?" Mello asked as soon as he saw his female blonde look-alike. He becoming rather annoyed with her behavior, and he had just only walked through the door.

"Misa's just so happy!" the stupid girl replied. No one asked her why, however.

"Now, shall we get started?" Trish asked the six of them as they took their seats. There was a monotonous unison of 'Yes', and the session began.

"Today, we will be focusing on Matt and Mello. It is blatantly obvious of the relationship between you too."

"Damn straight, bitch."

Matt had to thump the back of Mello's head for the snarky reply, and the blond scowled and folded his arms. If he wasn't acting like a woman, he was acting like a child. Typical behavior of an ex-Mafia boss.

"Please," Trish was rubbing at her temples. "No mischievous behavior today. It's bad enough that I have to deal with you already. I don't want the rest of your insane psychosis to come out. Anyways, Mello, you said yesterday that you are," Trish brought out her notes, "Overly-emotional and have an inferiority complex. And Matt, you are a 'gamer with emotional problems.'"

"Excuse me," Matt said, looking up for once. "I'm a gamer and I have emotional problems. I'm not a gamer with emotional problems. Emotional issues don't come with videogames."

Mello, however, seemed to disagree. "They in fact do. Every time you fail at a level, you start whining and bitching and complaining, and you come crying to me about how it was an epic fail, and you knew you could have done better, and then you start fucking crying. Crying. What grown-ass twenty-one year old cries over a fucking game?"

"That would be me," Matt stated without a care in the world. Mello shrugged his shoulders, apparently already over the whole ordeal, and shut up.

Trish's eyes had been going back and forth between the two, and now that they were quiet, she was able to introduce to the incompatible lovers their steps towards healing. "So, you both have emotional issues, and the one difference between you is an inferiority complex and videogames. Mello, the two of you can do a kind of roleplay involving both of your 'issues.'"

"What kind of roleplay?"

"I'm getting to that, Mello. Since Matt likes videogames, and you hate to lose or feel inferior, you can steal a scene from one of his favorite videogames. I think The Sims would work. Isn't that one a bit provocative?"

Matt was grinning like the stupid idiot he was, and Mello was on the edge of his seat, liking where this advice was going.

"I'm going to take that as a yes," and Trish adjusted her skirt, becoming nervous at the sight of the imbecile and short blond with the animalistic eyes. "As I was saying, you can either steal a provocative scene from the game – or make your own – and act it out. Matt's issue has already come in; the gaming part. For Mello's inferiority complex, you can create a scene where heis the dominant and in control. This should boost Mello's self-esteem about feeling inferior and no good. Mello: you will reign dominance and vengeance on your loved one. Vengeance for those that told you that you are no good, or have made you feel worthless. Obviously, Matt will be dominated."

"Whoa, hold on." Matt was now standing up, with a look of pure shock on his face. "Mello is going to take vengeance on me? That's gonna hurt!"

"Shut up and take it, bitch." Mello was quite pleased with this advice, and sat back in his chair, arms folded and a dark smirk crossing his features.

Matt merely shrugged, all shock and fear gone. "Well, it sounds like fun, I guess. Have your way with me, doll."

"Oh, I will," and the blond licked his lips and placed his hand near his lover's groin.

Trish had to run out of the office to tend to her nosebleed. When she came back, she happily dismissed the group, but asked L to stay behind to give him a 'present', which was very much a part of her newly formed plans for Light Yagami.

"Here, take these." Trish handed L two suspicious-looking purple pills. "They're Viagra but for young adults. They're liquid capsules, so you can break them in half and pour them in his tea. He won't suspect a thing because they're flavorless. These should work tonight." Yes, Trish's schemes for Light, a.k.a. ex-Kira, were finally going to be put into play.

"Thank you, Trish-chan. I will have Watari give you a raise. You are doing well." L kissed her cheek and walked out of the door to catch up to a very unsuspecting Light.

Trish smiled wickedly to herself, and contacted Watari.