Note: Onto MysticalTears' prize! I won't tell what she wished me to write, because it would ruin the suspense of the chapter! I'm sorry I couldn't make two chapters out of it!

PS: chapter rewritten on december 5th, 2009.

Mello looked at Matt in horror, then at his fist. The blur of the alcohol suddenly vanished as his mind registered what he had just done.
"Matt... oh God I'm sorry!" he covered his mouth with his other hand, his eyes getting back to his friend's face, in shock.
"It's ok Mello, it's nothing." the redhead replied, smiling, refraining to bring his hand to his aching jaw, "I can't fight to save my life, it's just the way I am. But don't worry so much for me, I'm ok..."

Mello fell asleep a few minutes later, the long day and sleepiness caused by alcohol getting the best of him, as Matt rocked him gently in his lap, comforting the blond and his guilt. Mello would never have allowed such a proximity had he been sober, but Matt had long left for work when the blond woke up without any souvenir of the position he had fallen asleep in.

December 13th. Mello entered the apartment and was greeted by the sight of a big red box on the coffee table, and the smell of chocolate coming from the kitchen. He leant in the doorframe between the all-purpose room and the kitchen, Matt turning his back to him. The redhead didn't hear Mello come in, and, cursing against the tap that seemed unwilling to give him hot water for the dishes, he went on with his cleaning.
Mello smiled. He had expected Matt to buy him a present, because he did it every year just like himself did for Matt's birthday, but he hadn't expected his friend to bake.

He stared at his friend's back, his eyes trailing from Matt's nape that he could guess through the messy red locks, to his lower back, and almost started as he caught back with reality. He shook his deep thoughts out of his head and continued waiting, smiling inwardly at the redhead getting himself into so much trouble to bake him something.

Finally, Matt turned around to put the clean bowls he had used to prepare the dough in the cupboard, and almost dropped them when he realised the presence of the blond.
"Oh Mello! I thought you'd be here later, I wanted everything to be finished when you arrive..." Matt whined.
"I can leave, come back later and fake surprise, if you want me too." Mello teased him.
"Come on, let's have a drink while the cake is the oven, I bought you vodka." Matt grabbed the bottle in the fridge while Mello took two glasses, and they headed for the couch.

Several shots of Staraya later, along with three big chocolate brownie slices, Mello was staring at the beautifully shaped bottle, drunk.
"Mello, you forgot to open your present." Matt reminded him as he came back from the kitchen with a sandwich he just made for himself. The chocolate cake was all for Mello and he wouldn't touch it. The vodka either, since he never drank a drop of alcohol.
The blond shifted his weight forward to reach the red box, unsteady, and ripped the paper away. He stirred the content out and looked at Matt.
"How could you afford that?" he asked, looking back at the Bible he was holding. The cover was made of the most beautiful black leather he had seen, soft and shiny, and the pages were bordered with, he could tell just by the look of it, real gold. The paper was thick and grainy, cream colored, and the book itself was heavy and large sized.
"It's my secret." Matt winked, "I hope you like it, I knew you lost your old one when we moved here, and even if it can't replace it, I hope you'll use it..."
"You're right, it can't replace it..." Mello replied, putting the heavy item on the coffee table, "...since it's way better than the old one and can't be compared to the shitty thing Roger gave me." he added, grinning at Matt's hurt face turning to a big smile, satisfied with his dramatic effect.
"You jerk." Matt laughed.

Mello kept on downing glasses of vodka while Matt cleaned the coffee table from the remains of cake and sandwich.
"Ah shit..." Mello suddenly mumbled, looking down at his pants.
"Dropped your glass?" Matt asked, his head poking from the kitchen.
"Naaah... I'm hard." the blond stated, as if he was talking about the weather, his drunken state not allowing him to feel embarassed by his own words, as Matt blushed deeply.
"I'm sorry, I didn't think to put a girl in the package." he replied, trying to erase the uneasy feeling he felt at Mello's blunt revelation. He also felt quite nervous all of a sudden, which didn't help, "Although, even if I don't know much about religion, I think it would be pretty sacrilegious to put a girl and a bible alltogether..." he tried to joke as he felt heat gain his face uncontrollably.

"Then you're going to be the girl..." Mello slurred, standing up and walking to Matt, tripping several times on the way.
"Wait, what?" Matt opened wide eyes as Mello approached him, "You should go to bed, you're totally shit-faced." he added, trying to push Mello to the bed.
"Yeah, let's go to bed..." the blond purred, letting himself fall on the blanket and pulling Matt with him, making the redhead fall on top of him, "Matt... Mmmaaaatt..." he said, reaching for his friend's cheek and caressing it.
"Mello, what are you doing? I know you're drunk but that's not a reason!" Matt replied, trying to regain his balance to stand up from the bed, and being unable to as Mello suddenly flipped him over.
"I'm drunk and that's a reason good enough!" Mello chuckled, "But if you need more, then let me tell you... you're gorgeous Mattie-girl."
"You do realise I'm not a girl, Mello?" Matt questioned, feeling hotter every second. He strangely liked Mello's attention on him, but not his drunken state. This happening because his friend took him for a girl? No, that wasn't what he wished, although he felt his stomach wring at the thought it would probably the only occasion him and Mello would... no, he couldn't take that path.
"Yeah, do you think I'm drunk or what?" Mello smirked, softly nuzzling Matt's nose with his own.
"Ok, over Mello." Matt said, snaking himself out of Mello's weight. But an iron grip took hold of him all of a sudden, pinning him to the mattress.

"Where do you think you're going?" Mello snarled, his face contorted in anger.
"M... Mello?" Matt felt the change in his friend, and began to fear the determined expression on the blond's face.
"I want sex... it's my birthday Mattie, you have to give me what I want, because it's my fucking birthday..." the blond whispered, licking Matt's ear.
"Mello, don't do that... please!" Matt pleaded, completely panicking for the turn the situation was taking.

But he never made a move to stop Mello. He didn't struggle when Mello undressed him roughly, didn't push him away when Mello's fingers slid in him without warning, and didn't even whimper when the blond eased himself inside of him in one harsh push forward.
He kept his eyes tightly shut all the time Mello thrust in him painfully, he kept his mouth tightly shut when Mello moaned and came inside of him, and opened his arms wide when Mello crawled in them and fell asleep his head on Matt's chest.

In the morning, Mello opened his eyes as he felt something move under his cheek. He started as he realised it was Matt, and sat in the bed, looking at his friend in disbelief.
"Hel...lo." Matt murmured, unsure of what to say, as he stood up to go to the bathroom, sheepishly looking at the blond. Did Mello remember anything?
He didn't have time to question himself longer, as he saw Mello's eyes trail down to his thighs at the same time that he felt a liquid begin to run down from his rear.
"MATT!! What happened last night?! Ow... my head..." Mello brought his hands to his face as a throbbing began in his temples.
"Hum... you... we..." Matt couldn't say it.
Mello looked at the dripping substance again in shock. And realised there was blood mixed with the white lines making their way on the bruised skin.

Everything came back to his mind in a rush and he jerked out of bed, closing quickly the distance between him and Matt. He pulled the redhead in his arms and held him, stroking his messy hair, as he softly brushed his cheek against Matt's.
"Matt..." he cried, completely shocked by what he had done, "Matt... beat me, I beg you, hurt me, do something, you can't let me get away with that! Oh God no... what have I done?!" he almost fell on his knees, but Matt snaked his arms around his waist and supported his weight, holding him back, as Mello burst in hysterical sobs.
"Matt... Matt... please, do it! Punch me! PUNCH ME! Do something! Don't leave me like this..." Mello yelled, burying his face in Matt's neck, wetting his shoulder with tears as his body shook violently under the sobs.

Matt unlocked the hold he had on Mello's waist and softly grabbed his face between his palms, lifting the blond's head up. His eyes dived into Mello's, and he stared into them for a long moment, silently.
Then he kissed him, a tender butterfly caress of his lips, almost chaste.
And he smiled as his thumbs erased the tears from Mello's eyes...

"I'm sorry, I have to go..." Matt said, after a while, "I have to go to work..."
"Ok..." Mello whispered, unable to take his eyes off Matt's, "Matt I..." he looked down as Matt began to walk to the bathroom. The lump in his throat made it impossible for him to end his sentence. He pulled Matt back by the hand and crashed his lips against the redhead's in a passionate kiss, entangling his hands in the disheveled red hair, and he moaned softly as he felt Matt's hands brush against the small of his back.
They broke the kiss, panting, and Matt took Mello's hands in both his. He tenderly kissed them before disappearing into the bathroom.

When he came back from work in the evening, a note was waiting for him on the coffee table.

Note: Ok, so MysticalTears asked me to write about Matt and Mello being just friends and realising their attraction, that was my fucked up version of it! Oh, and that little juice drop was NOT the lemon, of course.
And yes, another cliffie... shoot me, I know you want to :)