With a sharp breath and a shuddery inhale, the distressed blonde woke from his slumber as a sharp sting of pain shot through his body. "Fuck" he shouted, slightly sitting upright. Apparently he'd shifted his injured leg a little too much and the blanket had pulled tight against his bandages. Maybe he just wouldn't move for a while, he decided as he gently tugged the blanket away from his leg. But if he did that… ugh. That'd mean that he'd have to completely rely on Matt to bring him shit. He'd already have to help him walk to the bathroom for the first day because with his leg like this he was totally worthless. Mello sighed in annoyance, his gaze fixed on nothing in particular as he thought about his current situation. He hated so fucking much that he would be bound to this shitty couch because of some asshole that couldn't accept that fact that he'd lost. "God damn it." He cursed quietly. He was tired, his leg ached, and he was pretty sure that within the next few hours he'd have to call Matt in because he wouldn't be able to stand by himself so he could take a piss. With an angry frown, Mello tried to fall into sleep again as well as try to find some sort of good side to this.

In the bedroom, however, Matt had finally fallen asleep. It'd taken him hours but eventually, pure exhaustion had let his mind relax. Though, sleep wouldn't hold back his anxiety for too long once he'd woken up. He wasn't absolutely sure why he got so worried over things like this; Mello'd gotten injured plenty of times in the past and so far, he'd recovered from each injury flawlessly. The only thing he could come up with as an answer was separation anxiety. Sure, it was minor and ridiculous, but he couldn't rule it out as an option. He'd only let that cross his mind because… because of when Mello left the orphanage all those years ago. Mello… didn't even say goodbye. Matt could remember nights when he couldn't get any sleep because he'd thought that his best friend had forgotten him. That his friend had died and that he would never be able to see or talk to him again. He didn't know why Mello left… until he got a call one day. A call that he was sure that he'd never receive. He'd almost teared when he heard his friend's voice over the phone; it was much deeper and mature, but definitely Mello. Ever since they'd met up again, got their apartment together and become as close as they had, before the sex even, Matt didn't like it when his counterpart was gone for more than a day. It made him feel… alone; afraid that Mello had left him again and wouldn't come back. He knew it was ridiculous to think such things… but… Mello was the only person who meant anything to him. He didn't have a family or other friends… Mello was everything. If he lost him again, to death or anything else, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to cope with the loneliness. Though, he tried not to let those kinds of thoughts possess him. Mello was his best friend and part-time lover… it's not the same situation as it was back then. Mello wouldn't leave him. Either way, the red head would soon face his injured friend that he'd worried over all night.

With a tired groan Matt rolled over onto his stomach in the bed, remaining under the thin blankets as they lovingly wrapped around his nude torso. He sighed out slowly and lazily rubbed his eyes, his boxers sitting low on his hips and his arms holding the comfortable pillow against the side of his face. Mello… he thought. He'd have to change the bandages on his leg at some point today but… he was afraid to see how bad the damage really was. Oh well, he'd wait to change them then. For now he'd just focus on keeping Mello happy. The blonde had a habit of becoming extremely irritable whenever he was in conditions like these…

Speaking of Mello, though…

Matt cast a glance at the digital clock next to the bed, letting out a tired grunt when he realized the time. Mello would be awake any time now; if he wasn't already. Though… he wasn't quite sure if he should go out and tend to him or leave him where he is for a while. The blonde seemed to change his preference each time and Matt would prefer to not be yelled at. He studied both options in his head, soon coming to the conclusion that he would stay in bed for a little while longer. Normally, Mello tended to be overly pissed off when he was unable to do things for his own, so the red head decided that he would let his friend relax a bit before he'd go in there and try to talk to him. At least on the good side… he'd get to sleep a little longer.

On the couch, Mello let out a slow sigh. He flicked his eyes open with murderous intent and glanced towards the bathroom door. Had he been uninjured, he would have already taken a shower by now. But ohoho, fuck any slight ideas of taking a shower today. He'd only be able to take a bath and like hell he was going to be so gay as to take a bath. With an annoyed frown, Mello inhaled deeply and braced himself, bringing himself to sit up slowly and pull the covers off of his body. Fuck being immobile; he'd get to the bathroom his own damn self. Besides, he only needed one hand to piss anyways and that left him a free hand to hold onto the counter or something to keep himself standing. He didn't need Matt to hold his hand while he pissed and there was no way he was going to sit on the toilet like a pussy. No, whatever, this'll be easy. He thought to himself as he slowly stood up, using only his good leg while his injured one was held slightly off of the ground. This is fine. I've got this. He thought with a smirk; until he put the slightest weight on his injured leg, that is. The blonde practically screamed in pain, his body freezing in place as he tried to recover from the agony that the angry wounds put him through. "FUCK" he yelled, letting his body collapse back onto the worn couch. Looks like he was going nowhere on his own today.

Matt paused when he heard the yell from the living room. With a furrowed brow he rolled onto his back, slowly getting up out of the bed and making his way to the door. I wonder what Mello did. He thought to himself as he opened the bedroom door, his boxers still sitting dangerously low on his hips. "Mello? You okay?" he called out to the living room just before he entered it, his eyes focusing on the angry blonde that sat on the couch. Mello cast his glare onto the red head, his eyes narrowing.

"No. I'm not okay. I can't fucking walk at all, Matt."

Matt looked down at the blonde's bandaged leg, a small amount of blood showing through the cloth. "Well, yeah. The bullet went through the muscle." He informed with a small shrug, his eyes returning to Mello's face. Mello narrowed his eyes further and then glanced down to the red head's overly exposed hip bones. Those two sexy bumps in Matt's flesh were another thing that Mello refused to admit that he enjoyed.

"Pull up your pants. I can almost see your fucking dick."

With a slightly confused expression, Matt looked down at the area of mention for a moment before looking back to his friend. "Oh, sorry; hold on, I have an itch." He said in a monotone voice, rubbing his hand down the front of his boxers as if to scratch an itch and purposely exposing himself to the growingly irritated blonde. He then stood there for a few seconds to let Mello fully process what he'd seen and then smirked playfully and tucked himself away again, pulling his boxers up to the proper place. Mello was so annoyed at the moment that the red head couldn't help but push him a little and he only did something like that because he knew the blonde couldn't—

"Ah! You fucking asshole… God, fuck you. I'm not helping you. Walk around your own goddamn self." Matt cried out when Mello's tightened fist firmly collided with the soft, sensitive area that he'd previously just exposed. The red head's expression was twisted with pain and he swore he saw spots as he slowly limped over to the leather armchair that sat adjacent to the couch, dropping down into it and holding himself in attempts to ease the pain. Apparently Mello could reach him. "I was going to fucking help you and you punch me in the balls." He complained as he tenderly rubbed the area. Mello just stared at him with anger, his fist still clenched tightly. I'm going to be bruised…

"Well maybe I wouldn't have punched you if you didn't throw your dick around in my face." The blonde just stared at him, a frown remaining on his lips when Matt made no attempt to apologize or help him.

"Fuck you Matt. Just go back to bed." Mello growled out as he stood onto his one leg again, holding onto the couch firmly as he attempted to get to the bathroom for the second time. He drew a deep breath into his lungs and concentrated, focusing his gaze on the bathroom door as he prepared himself for the pain that was about to come. Slowly setting the ball of his foot down onto the floor, he put some of his weight onto his injured leg, biting back a yell of pain and only letting it come out as a raspy cry. He quickly moved his good leg forewords and then continued to process, his cries becoming more and more painful as he continued on. I should just stay in the fucking bathroom.

With an exasperated sigh, Matt watched his friend stand up. He wasn't really going to try and walk, was he? No, he—yes, he is. Matt watched the first couple of steps as Mello slowly made his way to the bathroom, the sound of his cries filling the red head's ears. After about the third step, Matt couldn't take it anymore. He stood and walked over to his friend, ignoring the aching in his nether regions as he gently took hold of the other's shoulders.

"Mello" he said calmly, holding him firmly enough so that the blonde couldn't take any more steps. "Stop. I'll help you okay?"

"Get the fuck off of me. I can do it on my own." Mello snapped, jerking his shoulders away from the taller boy and glancing back at him. "Just because I was shot doesn't mean I can't do anything on my own." Matt paused for a few seconds and then sighed out lightly, putting his hands back onto the blonde's shoulders and rubbing gently.

"I know. I just don't want it to hurt so much. I'll hold onto you and you can walk on your own… I'll just be there for you to lean on me." He said quietly, moving his body closer to the blonde's and putting his left arm around the other's waist strongly. His right hand then found its way down Mello's toned arm and slipped into his hand, holding onto it lovingly so that the blonde could use it to help him support his weight. "Now when you need to move your bad leg, just use my hand and arm like a crutch." He cooed with a soft smile, kissing the back of his head afterwards.

Mello felt a tingle of happiness and comfort go through his body when his friend held onto him, his anger quickly being dispelled from his thoughts and his body relaxing back into the red head's. "…Okay." With a soft smile that he quickly hid, he moved his good leg forewords, slowly taking a step and gripping Matt's arm to support his weight when he couldn't put it on his injured leg. He cast his eyes downwards for a moment, thinking to himself as he walked. Matt just as easily could have helped me walk without being in this position... but he chose to be all close about it instead. Smiling softly to himself, Mello pushed open the door when they reached it and then made his way over to the toilet. "Thanks Matt." He leaned to the side slightly so that he could turn his head and kiss his friend's soft cheek. Afterwards, he looked back towards the toilet. "I can do this on my own." He said light-heartedly, smiling back towards the other.

Best walking position ever? I think I might be a genius. Matt mentally sang out to himself as he supported Mello's walking. "Mhmm" he nodded a bit, humming out his response to his friend's thanks as he drifted back into his own world of comfort and happiness. This pose… it was like a hug only—

"What?"

"I said I can piss by myself."

Matt paused and then returned Mello's smile lazily. "Yes you can… but I'll make sure you don't fall down." He responded, breathing a laugh as he rest his heavy head against the blonde's shoulder, his eyes facing away from his friend to focus on the shower. He closed his eyes almost completely and moved his right hand from Mello's to wrap around his stomach as well. Now it really was a hug and Matt enjoyed that more than he was willing to admit. "Do you need help with your pants?" he asked playfully, his lazy grin growing wider. Mello smiled softly and pushed down the front of his boxers.

"No Matt I'm good, thanks." He responded with a soft laugh and relaxed back into his friend a bit more as he released his built up discomfort. He liked their current position an awful lot, ruling out the fact that it was very gay looking and that he was pissing at the moment, but he'd seen a lot of couples in this position in the past. Now that he was in it, though, he understood why couples liked it so much. He felt comfortable, relaxed, safe, warm… gay; but he honestly didn't care anymore. Obviously though… the red head didn't care much either. Perhaps he'd want to continue this position once they got back to the couch. Mello hoped so at least.

With a satisfied grunt, Mello tucked himself away again and flushed, then leaned back almost completely into his friend who still tenderly held him from behind. "Take me back to the couch now." Matt sleepily opened his eyes and hugged the blonde a little tighter, then nodded against his shoulder and shifted his right arm back into its previous place. From there, he led his friend back into the living room in the same manner as he'd done before. "Hey…" Mello mentioned softly, standing in front of the couch and preparing his thoughts.

"Yeah?"

"So… do you want to, like…" he paused as he thought. It was really hard to make this not sound awkward, he decided.

"Huh?"

"Do you… Matt. Cuddle with me." He finally managed to say, staring down at the couch as he awkwardly waited for his friend's answer. The two of them had only 'cuddled' on a couple previous occasions; neither of them being very… intimate, you could say. Matt wouldn't mind though, right? He was the one who put them in this position in the first place anyways.

"…" The gamer let the words run through his mind a few times and then let his lips stretch into a stupid grin. Cuddle? Mello just asked me to cuddle. Is this real? He mentally chuckled to himself, though he had to use all of his will to hold in a soft blush that threatened to dust over his cheeks. "Yeah, sure. Sit down I guess and we can."

"No. Like how we are now, just on the couch."

"Oh. Yeah okay." Matt said kindly and then paused awkwardly, thinking of how to go about the situation before turning them around and sitting himself down onto the couch. From there he helped Mello ease down onto his lap, shifting the two of them so they comfortably rested against the arm of the couch with Mello relaxed against Matt's broad chest. "This okay?"

The blonde shifted in his friend's lap and sighed out contently, hugging Matt's arms around him a bit more and resting his head back against the other's firm shoulder. "Yeah this is perfect." He mumbled deeply in response, closing his eyes and feeling the red head's warmth as it flowed through his own body, causing his muscles to feel like jelly. This feeling… he wouldn't mind lying on the couch all day like this, he decided. Matt couldn't help but nestle his nose into the mess of blonde hair before him, closing his eyes as he hugged his friend lovingly against his chest. Well… this was a lot better than changing bandages or getting screamed at. In all honesty, he'd probably fall asleep in no longer than twenty minutes if they stayed like this. It was only about nine in the morning and the warmth and comfort was much too strong for him to be expected to stay awake for long. Softly trailing his fingertips along the skin of Mello's collar bone, Matt brushed his smooth lips over his friend's neck as he nuzzled against him again. He was always infatuated with how soft Mello's skin was… it was like silk. Perfect for kissing. He thought to himself with a gentle smile, dotting chaste kisses along the flawless neck. Not too heated, though. He made sure to keep them short so that they would stay relaxed and comfortable. Besides, he was tired and all he really wanted to do right now was hold his injured friend in his arms while he drifted off to sleep.

Shouldn't take long… I'm exhausted.

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Eh, kind of a crappy place to end this chapter. But, had I continued on it would have been way too long for a chapter, lol. So stay tuned for more cute and 'intimate' moments!...? :D