"Where is all the fucking alcohol?" Mello yelled when he came back. He started opening and slamming the cabinets closed. Robby had left but Gio stayed to make sure Jay didn't rip out his stitches throwing a fit. Mello turned his temper to Gio; who was seated on the couch, next to Matt, reading a newspaper. "Where's my alcohol?"
Gio folded his newspaper and stood. "Jay's been quiet. I'm going to check on him."
"No one's going anywhere until I get my alcohol." Mello ranted.
"I dumped it." Matt admitted. He has to find out some time. Gio left…quickly.
"What?" Mello narrowed his eyes.
"I. Dumped. Your. Alcohol." Matt said calmly.
"Why the hell did you do that?" The blonde was visibly trying to calm down.
"Because you don't need that shit to help you cope with your issues."
"Who said I have fucking issues?" Mello raged. "You don't know shit about me."
"Fine, maybe I don't but I do know that you don't need alcohol."
"You don't know shit!" Mello practically screamed as he pounded his fist on the counter top.
"We can talk after you've calmed down." Matt stalked off to take a shower.
I don't know shit? ME?! He's the one who doesn't know shit. He thought as the warm spray hit his back. He was so engrossed in his thoughts he didn't see or hear Mello enter behind him.
Matt jumped when he spoke. "I'm calm. Let's talk."
"You're in the shower." Matt was utterly surprised at the sudden invasion of privacy.
Mello nodded. "And so are you."
"You are in the shower with me."
Mello cornered him, placing his hands on the tiles, either side of Matt's body and grinned mischievously. "What? It's not like I haven't seen you naked before."
"Yeah but this is completely different."
"Why, because we're both naked and all I want to do is talk? I think this is a positive progression in our relationship."
"How so?" Matt placed his hands on Mello's chest, trying to keep him back and trying to hide the fact that he was becoming aroused.
"It shows we're comfortable enough with each other to be naked and talk without sex."
"Yeah, no sex." Matt murmured. He was definitely aroused.
"I'm sorry I lost my temper. I didn't mean it. I just don't understand why you dumped my alcohol." Arousal…gone.
"I'm not having this conversation now." Matt pushed slightly against his chest in an effort to get some room but Mello wouldn't move. "Back up dammit."
"No." Mello nipped at his neck. "Fine. I'll stop talking."
"I'm not…would you…" Matt couldn't think straight with Mello sucking at the base of his neck. "Mells we can't do this." He pushed Mello away as gently as possible. "We can't keep fighting like this and just let it go without actually talking about it."
"What are you talking about?"
"Ever since you found me, you've never asked me why I took drugs or why I cut. You just let it go like it didn't matter."
"That's not true. It matters. I do care." Mello said firmly. "What do you want me to do? What do you want me to say? I can only try."
"First: I want to get out the shower." Matt turned off the water. "Second: I want to talk, just talk." He stepped out, wrapped a towel around his waist, and went to the room they shared. Mello followed. They put on a pair of pants and sat on the edge of the bed.
"So why did you start…the drugs and the cutting?" Mello asked.
Matt told him the same thing he told Jay. He told him everything about his uncle, his mother, and the shooting. "I think about it every day. I needed something to take my mind off it."
"Do you still think about it?"
"I try not to. It's better with you around." Matt smiled. "So what about you? Why do you drink?"
"Well, I don't know." Mello answered, slightly surprised. "I started shortly after I got into the mafia. It just helped me deal with the stress, I guess."
Matt tugged at his lover's hair playfully. "That's what you have me for."
Mello laughed and ruffled Matt's hair in retaliation. They were soon wrestling, each trying to pin the other on the bed.
"Got you." Mello pinned Matt under him. "I think I deserve a reward." He leaned down for a kiss.
Matt laughed when he heard Mello's stomach growl. "How about I make you a chocolate cake instead?"
"I can live with that." Mello jumped off and hurried to the kitchen. "What are you waiting for? I'm starving. Hurry up, Matt."
"Help me get everything out." Matt began taking out all the utensils and food needed.
"Aw, Matt there's no chocolate chips. If you're going to make a chocolate cake we need chocolate chips."
Matt rolled his eyes. "Fine. I'll go get some." He went back to the room to grab a shirt and grabbed the keys to Mello's red corvette.
"I should probably get more chocolate." Matt mused out loud as he browsed the isles. "Oh, fuck it. I might as well get more food since Gio's staying." His arms laden with groceries he walked carefully back to the car.
"Hey aren't you Mello's friend?"
"Um, yeah." Matt stretched after putting the groceries in the back of the car. "So?"
"Great."
Matt didn't see the guy. All he knew was that a cloth was pressed over his nose and mouth and he was soon drifting off into oblivion.
Sorry it took longer than usual. Family... -_-
