A.N: Thank you Chocopokkin for giving me this whole idea. And for your PM. I hope you feel better^.^ Sorry the chapters kinda short, Oh well.

Thank you to all of the people who favorited and subscribed to this story and Shot Gun Kiss, I swear I'll put up a new chapter for that one soon…..ish…..

And if anyone knows my Black Butler account, I swear I'm going to stop stalling and finally update. It's been like four months.

Maybe more.

Mello's POV:

I stood impatiently by the stove, about ready to shoot something cause of how long the freaking soup was taking to get warm enough. Matty was still sick after being out in the cold all of yesterday, which was my fault, and so today I decided I would make him soup before he went to bed.

Yes, I, Mello, was making soup.

Shut up, if you laugh, I'll put a hole in your head and shove you six feet under.

I'm not joking.

I dare you, laugh.

That's what I thought.

Anyway, after way more time than it should've taken, the soup was done, and I brought it in to the bed room where Matt was sitting, covered in like five blankets, messing around on his laptop.

He was supposed to be resting.

But like that happened.

"Hey, get off your freaking laptop, you need to eat something and then sleep." I sighed, setting the bowl of soup down.

"Alright, hang on." He whispered, writing out a final PM to the person he had been talking too and shut his computer. I snickered, having seen the PM. It said "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i'll tell you tomorrow, it's my bedtime XD the warden is about to steal my computer."

My guess was he was talking to one of his hacker friends, probably Reth.

I felt accomplished knowing I was considered a warden.

Just to prove a point I took the laptop, too.

"Here." I smiled, picking up the bowl and handing it carefully to him. He smiled back.

"Thanks." He replied softly, picking up the spoon and carefully eating.

I sat by him the whole time he ate, grinning.

What, I can be a relatively good boyfriend when I wanted to be.

When he was done I picked up the empty bowl and carried it back to the kitchen. He had eaten all of it, which was a good sign, though he still looked way to pale.

I walked back to the bedroom when I was done, and almost laughed when I saw him.

He was fast asleep, buried all the way under the blankets, the only thing sticking out other than his head being one of his arms. I sat down by him on the edge of the bed and placed my hand on his arms, gently tracing random patterns on his skin.

He shivered, but didn't move away. He was practically begging for me to do something.

I mean really.

I slid down so I could reach better and picked his arm up carefully, and placed my lips against the inner crook of his elbow. I smirked when he shivered more and moaned softly, though his eyes never opened and I knew he was still asleep.

I still knew all of his weak spots.

This would be really, really fun.