Angie: Hay everybody! I hope you all missed me because I sure did miss you!

Matt: She's been home for the past four days sick

Mello: I want to do the honors!

Angie: I own… *is cut off because Mello put his hand over her mouth*

Mello: She owns nothing!

Matt: Except the fan fiction story.

Mello was sitting on a black wooden sled, waiting for Matt to finish putting on his gloves. It wasn't a dog sled, just a regular sled. He sighed and started going down the hill towards Matt. Bernard and Leo had been able to get ready quickly, but Matt was taking forever.

It was difficult for Mello to go down the small, not-so-steep hill. He was pushing himself, grunting and smiling. Matt looked at him and laughed.

"Matt! Come pull me," Mello said, giving up. Matt was still pulling on one of his gloves.

"Hold on. I'll get on top of you in a minute."

"I don't want you on top of me. I want you to pull me!" Mello said, the smile never leaving his face.

"Well… I want to get on top of you," Matt muttered. Mello stood and walked over to Matt.

"You've been sitting here for the past ten minutes putting on that glove," Mello stated. Matt was having a hard time pulling the glove on.

"My hand won't fit in the damn hole!" Matt said, bending over so he could pull the glove up more. Mello tried to hold in his laughter, but however he couldn't contain his smile.

"My hand's too big!" Matt shouted in frustration, standing straight again.

"In the damn hole?" Mello asked, his laughter coming out. Matt looked confused for a moment. Then he realized what he had said and turned a dark red.

"Oh!" He then started laughing. Mello handed him a different pair of gloves and walked towards Bernard and Leo, who had just showed up. Mello kicked at the white snow, happy that it was compacted enough to hold people up. The woods around the small wooden inn were green. Greener then Mello could have imagined. The blonde suddenly wished he could share this event with L and Light. Even though Light annoyed the crap out of him, Mello could relate to the cinnamon haired man. Now that Mello actually thought about it, they might not like it. Light would be too girlish to get near the dogs and L just hated the outdoors. He wondered briefly if Matt was enjoying himself. He turned to see Matt rushing at him and slammed his body into the blonde. Mello almost fell over, but caught himself. Matt was giggling uncontrollably. Mello grabbed Matt's leg and lifted it to where it was resting on his own hip.

"Whoa!" said a familiar voice. Mello tried to turn to see why this person had sounded so familiar, but felt them falling.

"Uh-oh! We're falling!" Mello cried, turning them so that he landed on the ground and Matt landed on him. Suddenly, Mello felt something cold touch his skin. He gasped.

"My back! It's cold!" Mello exclaimed, squirming under Matt. The red head got up quickly, worried.

"What? What happened?"

"There's snow up my shirt!" Mello yelled sitting up. Matt decided to help and went to check Mello's shirt. Snow covered the normally black leather jacket. Matt started to rub at Mello's back, making Mello cry out again.

"You're making it worse!" Then Mello felt something touch at his butt. He looked behind him to see Matt rubbing it, smiling evilly.

"You're rubbing my butt…" he stated, standing up. Matt pouted when Mello moved and looked up at him from his spot. Mello pulled Matt to his feet and looked at the person who was watching them. The man was tall and skinny with dark brown hair and deep gray eyes.

"Dmitri?" Mello asked, looking a little confused.

"Hey, Mihael. How are you?"

"Fine. You?"

"Same. Who's this?"

"My new boyfriend. Matt, this is Dmitri. My ex-boyfriend." Matt tensed in Mello's arms and Mello knew it.

"Ah. I see. Does he speak?" Dmitri asked, expecting an answer. Matt just glared.

"I don't think he likes me."

"I don't see why he should," Mello retorted, angry. Dmitri nodded and looked down.

"Look… Mihael… I know I…" Matt cut him off.

"Mello."

"What?" Dmitri asked, confused.

"His name is Mello now," Matt said and pulled Mello off to go rent a dog sled. Bernard and Leo, who had already been in the Inn, were sitting at a table, drinking coffee.

"Do they have hot chocolate?" Mello asked. He left to go buy some for himself and Matt when Leo nodded. Matt sat down next to Leo and glared at the wooden surface that made up the table. The two bigger men noticed his unhappy mood, but didn't say anything. The blonde came back with two cups of hot chocolate, placed one in front of Matt and sat down across from the red head. The said ginger looked up at the cup and took a sip. He didn't mind when he burnt his tongue.

"Matt, knock it off."

"No…"

"Matt…" It was a warning.

"Why should I?"

"Because you don't have to act like this. It's been years since I last saw him and I don't even want to be near him."

Matt looked down again. Mello reached across the table and pushed Matt's goggles down around his neck and then pushed his hair from his face. The red hair blushed, turning his already red cheek even redder.

"You don't have to be jealous," Mello said, gently. Matt's eyes widened.

"I am not jealous!" he cried, gaining attention from everyone in the small inn.

"Yeah… Right. Just drink your hot chocolate." Matt sipped at it, noting how it had cooled a bit. It must be cold for it to have cooled that fast. It was still warm. Not to mention, it was the best cup of hot chocolate Matt has ever had. ((1000 words! Woo!))

Matt had gulped it down and then watched Mello slowly savor his hot chocolate. He giggled, remembering Mello's face when the snow had gone up his shirt. It was priceless. Matt would give up all his video games to see it again. Well… not all of them, just most of them. Matt leaned over the table and kissed Mello, tasting the hot chocolate that he still had in his mouth. Matt gulped it down and sat back, satisfied. Mello looked dazed, then realized he got chocolate jacked.

"You just stole my hot chocolate!" Matt nodded, grabbing the cup and taking another sip. Mello snatched it back, spilling most of what was left on himself, Matt and Bernard.

"Dammit! What are you? Five?" Bernard shouted, upset.

"Chill, B. It's just hot chocolate," Mello said, laughing at Matt's surprised face. It had somehow gotten on his face. Only it was splattered in a sort of way that could be sexual. Like if Matt had sucked Mello off and didn't have enough room to swallow and it had gotten on his face. Mello snickered at the thought and wiped the hot chocolate off his red head's face.

Leo shrugged at Bernard, who was still upset, but had sat back down anyway.

"When are we going dog sledding?" Matt asked, looking around at the people sitting at tables.

"Tomorrow. We got here too late to go today. Plus I want to sleep some before having another adventure," Bernard answered, playing footsy under the table with Leo.

"Too late for us. We already had a snow adventure. And I swear to God, Bernard, if you don't stop playing footsy with Leo under the table, I will cut your balls off. Either you keep to yourselves and play without me, or keep including me and you lose your boys!"

Bernard and Leo sat back, keeping their feet to themselves. Matt held in his laughter and ran his shoe up Mello's leg. Mello raised an eyebrow at him, wondering what had possessed him to do that. Matt just smiled back. Mello rolled his eyes and somehow he knew that Matt was being needy right now. Mello got up, grabbed Matt and pulled him out towards their car. He forced Matt into the back seat and closed the door behind him. The few people that were outside could see the windows start to fog up and the car was very barely rocking. And from what they heard, it must have been pretty damn good because all they were was Matt's loud moans.