A/N: A very short chapter to please the masses. I apologize for not being able to post anything, but I was stuck in a hospital for close to nine hours and I'm still not fully recovered right now. I'd give it a few weeks before I'm top notch again.

Thank you to those who have been sticking around thus far. I promise, once I'm better, I'll begin posting once again.

With that being said, enjoy.

(Matt P.O.V)

These were the moments I loved most. When it was just me and Mello lying next to each other in bed. Even if he was asleep, I would be happy with this. It gave me the chance to stroke his hair and not have him back away.

This was one of those times.

Near had left hours ago, on good terms with Mello for once, and once he left Mello properly thanked me for his cake. I'll admit, I'd wanted Near to leave sooner so we could get to it sooner. But the wait was well worth it. And Mello was well worth the wait.

Not that I'd talk about anything that intimate, but there was a certain… magic to it. Or maybe it's because Mello was the only person I'd ever been sexually involved with. Then again, he's the only one I'd ever thought about in that way. I blame the skin-tight leather.

The night continued on for me after the blonde had fallen asleep in my arms. I hadn't picked up my game though. I simply watched him in admiration. Whereas he could fall asleep and forget the world, I had a severe case of insomnia. Probably from years of staying up all night to play video games. Even so, it was painful to stay awake for so long. I wasn't even drained of any energy, yet I was tired. It's difficult to fully explain.

So, knowing I couldn't get any sleep at the moment, I lay there beside Mello. Hoping for more than an hour of rest.

The lights from the streets shone through the blinds and almost hit my uncovered eyes. Though usually I wore my goggles to bed, a bad habit I picked up from my youth, I took them off before getting intimate with Mello. Some part of me thought I'd look stupid with them on I suppose. Besides, he liked seeing my eyes… or so he said. Something about how much he colour green soothed him.

It was a pain worth going through for one night at least.

I felt Mello nuzzle my chest a bit and I couldn't help but smile. Only I ever got to see this side of him. The side where his true feelings stem and grow. I was lucky to have this privilege. It meant he trusted me wholeheartedly.

I suddenly thought back to a time when we were kids. When we were genuinely happy, and no one and nothing could bother us.

I remembered sitting under a tree, Mello's head on my lap and a cool, summer breeze lulling us into slumber. We were ten or eleven years old around this time, and I believe it was when I was beginning to truly have feelings for the blonde. However, media and society made it look wrong to want relationships with the same sex, so I buried any thoughts of us being together away in my imagination. I never knew that I would end up exactly where I wanted to be later on.

"Matt," I remember him saying, "do I look like a girl?"

The question had caught me off guard. Mello had never been self-conscious before, so why all of a sudden?

"What do you mean, Mel? Of course you don't." I had replied.

"Be honest." He demanded, nudging me a bit.

Looking back between Mello then, and the Mello I knew now, he did have a rather… femininity to him.

Bu back then, I didn't see it. Maybe I just loved him too much to see this supposed flaw.

"Mel, don't be stupid. I mean, sure you don't look like other boys. But I like the way you look. Plus, you're a lot tougher than the other boys here, and you know it."

He smiled then, nuzzling into my stomach. "You're the best, Matt. You know that?"

I grinned back at him. "I know."

I was brought back into the present time when Mello began to stir in his sleep. He was even mumbling something, but the only thing I could make out was,

"Matt… I lo-…. You…"

I kissed his forehead to calm him down a bit, which worked almost instantly. "I love you too, Mels."

These were the moments I loved most. To be right beside him, and to hold the blonde close to me. Knowing nothing could break the bond we've created over the years.

I saved myself for him, knowing I didn't want anyone but him. I know he tried to save himself for me too. I didn't care that that pervert Ross had beaten me to it. I knew who Mello wanted. And I was more than happy to have him.