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Scenes of my past flashed before my closed eyes.

Touching,

Hitting,

Feeling,

Screaming,

Crying,

Wimping,

Begging...

I jolted upright, breathing hard. Blonde locks stuck to my forehead as drips of sweat trickled down my thin face.

I was in my room, tangled in my bed sheets. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand, trying to wipe the memories away.

What had really happened last night?

He was broken out of his daze by the sound of clattering and smashing in the next room.

Using the edge of the sheets to clean his face of sweat, Mello untangled himself and walked silently over the pale green carpet.

He peered through a crack in the door, but realising he couldn't see anything; he resorted to holding his ear against the frame.

Silence. He could hear nothing through the cheap pine wood and this only raised his suspicions.

Then he heard a slight shuffling, and then silence again. What was going on?

Biting on his bottom lip, he placed his palms on the door and pushed gently. It creaked with rebellion making Mello shut his eyes, waiting for any sign of movement in the bathroom.

There was none.

Holding his breath, he swung the door open, making it smash against the wall, and revealing a bomb sight. Well, not liturally but that's what it looked like; stuff was everywhere.

And then there was Matt.

He was huddled in the corner by the bath tub, rocking back and forth with his arms around his knees.

His eyes were dark and staring a hole in the wall opposite him.

"Matt? What's happened to you?"

No response.

"Matt?" Mello said his voice was lower than usual.

"Hey, what's wrong?" by now, he was crouched in front of him, much like Matt was with him yesterday; memories seeped back into his brain reminding of the eventful night and the reunion with his long lost father.

His face twisted with disgust and fear as the psychos face raided him mind.

Matt was still hunched up in that unsecure position, his beautiful face was chalk and his hands shook as they gripped onto his knees.

The silence was deafening, the pair just sitting there as late afternoon changed into a dak night.

Mello was now cross legged on the tiled floor a meter or so away from the breathing shell of his best friend.

The silence was broken by a crackly voice,

"I'm sorry."

Mello glanced up at Matt, wondering why on earth he was apologising.

Matt peeled his deadly gaze from the wall and peered up at Mello through dark eye lashes, waiting for his reply.

"What are you sorry for Matt? You basically saved my life; if you hadn't shown up, he might of...might of..."

"Raped you?" Matt finished his sentence for him, and Mello gulped. He felt dirty and used.

"Yes. That. "His voice had faded dramatically, and now in his place was the scared little boy that he really was.

"I was terrified, Matt. I've never been so scared of someone in my life."

Mello swallowed back the lump in his throat.

"He was your father, wasn't he." Matt's question was more of a statement and his glossy eyes brushed over the blonde male.

Mello just nodded.

"I'm so sorry, Mello. I feel like a criminal. I almost killed a man..."

"He hurt me Matt." Mello cut in, "He made me feel unwanted." His pale lips were now trembling as he fought back all the emotions that had built up inside of him, the wall was crumbling away.

"I want you." The words slipped out of the redhead's mouth so quietly, Mello thought he was hearing things again as well as letting his emotions get the better of him. He looked down at the tiles so not to meet eye contact with the other boy.

He hears a slight rustling in front of him but he seems to find thumb twirling very interesting all of a sudden.

Then he felt a cool hand on his chin, lifting his head up until he came face to face with matt.

"Did you hear me?" Matt asked, his face less than three inches from the blondes.

Mello shook his head, playing dumb.

"I want you Mello. I always have; I would never dream of hurt you, you mean far too much to me. I will always be here for you, day and night if it's a shoulder to cry on or just someone to talk to. I'd do anything for you, id buy all the chocolate in the world if it would make you happy. When you're happy, I'm happy and I would go to the ends of the earth for you because I think...I think I love you..." Matt finished his speech, his face turned a slight shade of pink.

Mello remained still, mouth hanging open at the redhead's words.

Matt loved him.

And Mello loved Matt too.

Allowing his emotions to take over, he leaned towards matt; his heart was beating at one hundred miles an hour and his mind had gone blank.

And their lips touched. For the briefest second at first, both of them not really knowing what to do considering this was their first kiss, but then they did it again. And again.

Their eyes flickered closed as their lips started to move against each others; Matt's hand that was on Mellos chin now slid upwards to cup his soft cheek.

Matt though Mello tasted amazing, a mixture of sweet chocolate and something else Matt didn't recognise but made his head spin in pure extacy.

The blonde stretched his legs out in front of him, allowing the gamer to perch on his knees in between.

Mellos slim arms slipped around the others waist, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss.

Matt slid his tongue across the boys bottom lip, making Mello respond with a small murmur but kept him mouth shut.

Matt tried again, this time a little more roughly causing the blonde to moan slightly and allowing the redhead to quickly slip his tongue inside his mouth.

Mello groaned as matt placed his other hand on the back of his neck, pulling him forward, causing his to arch his back so his lips could remain locked with the others.

This time, matt was the one to groan as Mello slid his cool hands underneath the back of his stripped shirt; gently racking his fingers down his back and resulting in a shiver.

Mello used this opportunity to take over as he gently sucked on Matt's invading tongue. This made Matt groan widely until Mello let him go. They were both gasping for breath; foreheads touching, eyes still closed.

"I think I love you too matt." Mello whispered huskily in his ear.

Suddenly the warm arms were no longer around him, leaving him feeling cold.

He looked up at Matt who had a grin as large as a Cheshire cats on his slightly swollen lips.

His eyes gleamed with happiness and he reached out a hand towards Mello.

The blonde tilted his head to the side in a questioning manner, before placing his own hands in his.

Abruptly, Mello was yanked up off of the tiled floor and rushed through to the other room before he was sent flying onto his bed.

Matt's shadow loomed over him, the darkness only aloud Mello to see the bottom part of his face which was smiling evilly.

He smirked at the boy above him before tangling his hands in his red locks, forcing his lips back onto his own.

He could feel the shock on Matt's face as stuck his hands under the front of his shirt. This time it was his turn to smile wickedly.

Matt groaned as Mello trailed his fingers down Matt's toned chest before reaching the hem of his shirt. Gripping it tightly, he pulled it over his head and threw it on the floor.

"Hey, what did my shirt ever do to you?" matt asked, faking a hurt expression.

Mello pulled him down so his mouth was level with him ear and whispered,

"It got in my way."

He then started nibbling on his earlobe as matt pushed his hands under Mellos black top, licking his neck and stroked his abs, exploring every contour of his body.

Mello continued to bite, lick and then nibble some more which made Matt moan again. He seemed very vocal today.

Then he paused. Speaking of nibbling...

"MATT! Wait, stop!"

"w-what? Why?" Matt pulled away from Mello, confusion covered his perfect features.

"I haven't had my chocolate!"