Authors note: So here's the next chapter. Someone is back out of popular demand. So please, read review and enjoy. Also still finals week, I'll see what I can do.
And you are?
Mello rolled over throwing his arm out to make himself more comfortable until he felt something fuzzy. He jerked his hand flying out to grab his gun that sat on the bedside table before pausing. Red hair stuck up from under the cocoon of blankets beside Mello. He sighed heavily, Matt had no idea how close he had just came to being dead. He was almost ashamed of himself for forgetting that Matt was sleeping in the room with him. No, he felt bad about what happened last night. That's why he let Matt sleep in the room with him.
Last Night
"So this Mario game is coming out and truthfully I'm going to play it but…" Matt's voice tapered off as he looked at the blond standing in the kitchen drinking tea. "You have no idea what I'm talking about right?" He asked softly as Mello shrugged. The important part was that he was listening. He had been here for three days but he just couldn't bring himself to leave just yet. Mello wasn't working for once and it felt nice to be back in good standing with the other.
Mello strolled back and took a seat in the chair across from the red head. "That's never stopped you before. If anything it makes you talk more." He replied lightly juggling his tea, Matt's tea and a chocolate bar all at once. He managed to get the tea in front of Matt and sit down with his prizes in hand. "Let's talk about something more important though. When are you going to move back in?" He asked softly staring down into his tea.
Matt frowned, "I told you I had a job to do. I wasn't moving out permanently, or at least it wasn't mean to be that way." He shook his head slowly pulling his goggles down over his eyes. "I'll move back in when the time is right. It's not right now, I don't think you would be comfortable here with me right now."
The blond glanced up for a second. Matt could watch the cogs moving in that brilliant mind. If Mello was playing a game of suburbia to get him to move back in it wasn't going to work. The other was feigning their whole relationship. He knew that much. Maybe inwardly Mello was gay and he was okay with it but outwardly he pretended that he wasn't. All of this dealt with getting him back. The kissing, small dates and even movie watching was all an attempt to get him back. In a way it was soothing that Mello wanted him back that badly but he wouldn't let the other take advantage of him again.
The blond just shrugged. "Fine, it's your choice." He replied standing up and heading towards his bedroom. He paused, "Are you spending the night again?"
Matt shrugged, "It's a bit late to try and go back." He replied disappearing into the kitchen.
"Well in that case I'll see you in the morning." Mello nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the crash from the kitchen. "Matt!" He hissed running around the corner and gasping. Matt was leaning against the counter holding his head from where it was bleeding. "What the hell Matt? What happened? You can't even walk into the damn kitchen without getting hurt. Let me see."
Matt moved his hand blood dripping down the side of his face. He didn't look in pain, actually he looked a bit odd for someone who just was hit in the head. He didn't speak even as Mello fiddled around for an ice pack.
"I keep telling you that if you pack the damn cans on top of each other they'll fall over." He spotted the peas discarded on the floor. He shook his head pressing the pack to Matt's head. "How do you feel?" He asked worried to get a good look at it. Especially if it was bad they might actually have to do the stiches here. Mello could do it but it wasn't something that he was looking forward to.
The red head blinked several times before shrugging. He managed to make it to the table and sit down without Mello's assistance but he stumbled quite a bit.
Mello followed shaking his head. "Matty, say something."
He looked up, his eyes glittering green and whispered, "Can I sleep with you tonight."
The next morning
He couldn't exactly say no to that face but he wasn't used to feeling anyone sleeping next to him. It was weird when they lived in Wammy house and after staying up half the night playing some game Matt would crawl into bed next to him because he didn't want to climb to the top bunk. They were now adults and he still could rarely say no to the red head.
He said dropped back down into the pillow allowing it to fluff up around him. "Matt." He said aloud wondering if something so quiet would wake him up. He glanced over nearly falling out of the bed when he saw the red head staring at him. "What the hell?" He hissed panting. This is why he didn't like being in bed with others.
The other sat up running his fingers though his hair to pull it back. "I could ask you the same thing angel. So did we fuck last night or what?" The cockiness of his voice made Mello's jaw drop. The other smirked, "I'll take that as a yes. Shit, to think I can't remember your face while you came."
Mello's fist clenched, "What the hell? We didn't do anything of the sorts. Don't be stupid. Never in your life will you be that lucky." He hissed coldly before instantly regretting his words. He had to show Matt that this was real. "I mean, we didn't do anything."
Matt's eyebrow arched, "Goodie. Then I'll be happy to pluck that cherry right now." He leaned forward cupping Mello's face. "How about it sexy? I'll be a gentleman I promise."
Mello leaned out of the others grasp, it was so hard to not try and kill him. Something about this was wrong. Something about Matt was wrong. He glanced over to find the other still looking at him lustfully. He twitched before using his foot to kick the other hard enough to knock him off the bed.
"Tell me who the hell you are." Mello hissed leaning over the side of the bed to see where the red head had gone with the blankets in tow.
He smirked back, "You don't remember blondie? We've met before." He licked his lips. "To tell you the truth the more violent you get the more turned on I get. I wanna tame you babe. Put that mouth to a better use." He winked and Mello backpedaled across the bed. Seconds later Matt's red head peeked above the side of the bed. "If you can't remember, I'll be happy to remind you."
Mello shivered, "No thanks." He bounced off the bed to keep a good distance from the other. "I'll ask you again, who are you?"
The other sniggered standing up completely. "What are you talking about sweet cheeks? I'm Matt."