A/N: Yay! Another chapter in one day, guess I've got my inspiration back. I might get another chapter done tomorrow, or maybe sometime this weekend. I have a convention to go to so I might not be able to update till next week sometime. Hope you enjoy it~

Matt's POV

I woke up wondering what had happened. When had I ended up back in the bed, and all these needles sticking into my arm. Dammit I hate needles...they remind me of my fucked up parents. And where's Mello? Last thing I remembered was laughing about calling him Mells.

Suddenly all, I could hear over the horribly obnoxious beep of the machines, was Mello's distinctive voice yelling about something about a rapist, I'd have to ask him about it when he got back in. Didn't surprise me though, nothing that comes out of his mouth has surprised me since we were around 9, and he already had the mouth of a sailor.

The chair outside the door hit the wall, probably from him either throwing himself into it or kicking it. With the curse that followed I figure the latter. The heavy door opened harshly, and a pissed off Mello walked in the room. As soon as he saw I was watching him cautiously, his face softened and a sad smile graced his face. He slowly made his way over to me sitting down on the edge of my bed.

"What was that all about?" I asked honestly.

"Nothing you need to worry about Matt, how are you feeling?"

"Alright I guess, I don't really have any idea as to what happened, or how I got into the bed though," I chuckled lightly.

He sighed the smile leaving his face almost completely, "You blacked out and fell into my chest, then I started freaking out, and the nurses came and got you back into bed."

A blush tinted my cheeks and I looked down, "U-uh sorry dude, that's really embarrassing." I can't believe I fell into his chest.. I mean could I have done anything more embarrassing. Falling into his arms, could it be anymore cliche, too bad it can't be. I felt his thin fingers grip my chin pulling it up gently.

"Don't be ashamed or embarrassed about it, it's nothing." I tried to turn my head but his grip tightened, and his eyes locked on mine. "Seriously, Matt it's alright." I didn't realize why he was being so sincere about it till I felt a single tear leak out of the corner of my eye. Slowly he leaned closer to my face, and his hand moved from my chin to cup my face. He looked at me questionably before closing the space between us, and pressing his lips gently against mine. There was a million thoughts going through my mind before I closed my eyes and responded to the kiss, pressing back. It stayed innocent till he pulled away slowly not opening his eyes till his forehead was the only thing connecting us.

"What was that for?" I asked my voice barely above a whisper.

"Um nothing." He looked down before quickly walking out the door. I fell back onto the hard pillow on the bed, melting into it hoping to never resurface. What was I supposed to think of this? I mean it was going perfectly, like I thought it would happen if he was to ever return the feelings. Does he feel the same way? But he just like ran out of the room after it..

Mello's POV

What did I just do? I don't know what compelled me to.. Of course I've wanted to do that for years now, but I never thought I would actually do it. And now, he might be dying and he'll hate me. I dropped into the chair I was sitting in earlier. But he did kiss me back, and he didn't get mad after.. I don't know what to think of it all, I mean what if he actually returned the feelings? It would be the best thing that ever happened to me. having his love, having him. If he does return the feeling he'd tell me right?

(-line-)

That night went by without any talk of the kiss, no hints to start a conversation about it even. I was fine with it, I guess but it made me feel kind of like he wished it didn't happen. I hope I'm thinking too much about this, I would hate myself if this did anything to our friendship. The only change that I would accept gladly would to be more than friends.

Then again, I haven't started any conversation about it either. Which brings me to the present, better now then never right? I ended up back outside the room claiming I had to go to the bathroom, which was obviously a lie and I know he knew cause there is a bathroom in the room. I got up from my seat and knocked lightly on the door before walking inside.

"Hey Matt?"

"Ya Mello?"

"What happened earlier, with the whole-"

"We can forget about it if you want.." He cut me off, and I felt like crumbling, big bad Mello was turning into a pile of mush and it was all because of the beautiful man in front of me.

"But.. What if I don't want to forget about it?" I tried, hoping he wouldn't take it badly.

"Mello, I know you want to forget it, if you didn't you wouldn't have run quickly out of the room. I don't want to forget it, I couldn't if I tried. But I can see it in your eyes the regret from the kiss. You wish you never did it, and that's fine, you can just forget it." He was looking down at his hands, fumbling with the sheet.

"The only reason I had wished I hadn't done it was because I thought it would ruin what we already have." I am going soft I swear it.

"Mello.. I-I.."

"What Matt, what is it? Are you alright?" I was suddenly worried, was he alright? Was he gonna black out again? My focus completely switched to his current condition.

"I love you." I was stunned to say the least, too stunned to do anything at all. Eventually I looked up at him and slowly made my way over, I leaned down and quickly captured his lips in a passionate kiss, so much deeper than the innocent kiss we had shared hours before. My tongue brushed his bottom lip and was instantly granted access. Before I could even begin to get enough of him, the need for oxygen took over and I had to pull away. Our breath mixed as we panted slowly.

"I love you too, Matt." I smiled so wide I thought my face would crack in half, his resembling mine. "I've wanted to tell you that for so long."

I was about to lean down to kiss him again when I felt a pull on my arm and my eyes shot open.. It was a fucking dream.