Authors note: Well I'm procrastinating and I have good news! I just finished my first book! I'm excited, annnddd you're probably not. That's cool too. Anyway, finals, I'll see what I can do. Read, review and enjoy.

Sweet nothings

Matt laid curled into a tight ball on the sofa holding his head. He didn't know what the hell was wrong with Mello but that dude had some serious issues. All he did was ask a question and he flipped shit. Not only did he kick him out of his room but he kept hitting him in the process. If he had it his way he would have never come back to such an abusive asshat, but it would be a beautiful woman that was dressed in a skimpy bikini and willing to strip at the sound of his word.

He giggled quietly to himself at the thought. That was well before he heard the sound of Mello's door opening and the blond sauntering down the hallway mumbling to himself. He didn't even bother to get up. Why should he? Mello wasn't going to do anything but freak out on him again and that was the last thing that he was looking forward to.

"Hey, get up." Mello's voice was rough but even though the other was only violent to him it sent a shock wave to his groin. He shivered slightly peeking out of his ball. The other man looked tired, more tired that he had seen. There were dark lined under those piercing blue eyes, at least the part that you could see. His mouth was pulled into a taunt pucker as if he was restraining himself from saying anything hurtful. Matt unfurled himself keeping his head low just in case another blow came his way. "Why the hell are you back here?"

Matt blinked before shrugging. "I don't know." He replied seriously. "I mean I was hoping that maybe you would be so happy about my joyous return that you'd strip down and go ahead and bend over for me." He smiled thinking about it. "Instead you get violent because I said that I hoped that I had fucked you. Do you know what it's like to corrupt someone Mello?"

The other looked disgusted, "No, and you don't either. Stop talking about sex."

Matt wagged a finger at the blond, "Those are the words of someone who has never gotten laid. Trust me, once you fuck and suck you won't want to talk about anything else." He grinned noticing that the others face was stuck in a perpetual stare at him. "Would you like to try it? I mean I can show you a good time."

The blank stare turned from serene to angry, "It'll be a cold day in hell before I even remotely think about letting you touch me you sick fuck." He continued past the couch and into the kitchen mumbling to himself again.

He stared at him, well no, properly he stared at Mello's ass as he walked into the kitchen. "Did you watch the news this morning? Hell froze over last night, it's a spectacular miracle, so much so even pigs started flying. Let's fuck."

A can of peas came flying over the counter from inside the kitchen almost knocking Matt in the head if he didn't move. "Not on your life." Mello hissed.

He couldn't help himself. "How about yours?"

Mello released an exasperated cry. "Just shut the hell up, okay? I'm not going to have sex with you. I've never thought about having sex with you and I never will have sex with you."

The sound of the fridge opening came from the kitchen then the sound of Mello's heavy boots moving around. Matt sat back crossing his legs in a businesslike manner. "I completely understand. Hey, Mello did you know you talk in your sleep?" He asked aloud.

The feet stopped before staring once more. "No, why?"

Matt grinned, "Stop me if any of this sounds familiar." He said to the other. "Ah, Matty please. Don't stop Matt, it feels so good." He began watching the kitchen for any movement. If Mello was moving around he couldn't hear him. "Fuck, God yes. Matty….Matty….hmmhm…" Just reciting it was making Matt's blood boil. "Scream for me Matty. That's it, just like that."

In the kitchen something shattered as Matt watched the blond rear around the corner. "Shut up you lying fuck."

Matt held his hands up, "I'm as serious as it gets. I ended up waking up last night. I was totally going to fuck with you until I realized you were already taken, or in that case taking somebody. You know the name Matty could be used for a girl but I doubt it was last night." He grinned watching the others eyes narrow.

"Shut up." Mello's hand was clenched around a shard of glass. The blood dripped down in a line that branched off into several others. "Shut up. Shut up. Shut the fuck up."

Matt watched the other before his eyes traveled up to the others livid face. "You had your hands balls in the blankets and your body arched with your words. It was quite beautiful, I'm jealous I'm not the Matty from your dream. It was good, you said so yourself."

Mello threw down the shard blood flying all over the carpet. "Stop it. You're lying." His bloody hand flew up and grasped the rosary handing loosely around his neck. He recited something that couldn't be discerned before heading past Matt on the couch and out the front door.

Matt sighed, "Why don't you just admit that you're gay Mello." He held his nose. This had been the ultimate test for if their relationship was real or not. It wasn't real. Mello wasn't being truthful with himself and until he fully was he didn't belong here.

Mello came back nearly eight hours later. He stormed through the front door with enough forcefulness to knock Matt off the couch and have him scrambling towards the cabinet that Mello kept an extra gun in. He always had that fear that someone would find out Mello lived here and come for him but Matt was the only person home to defend the fort. But it wasn't one of the men Mello had screwed over if the mafia it was the gun wielding, sugar highed blond. He sighed falling on his face in relief.

"Mello, what the fuck? Did you just kick the door down or something?" He asked forgetting his façade from this morning. He watched the blond take in the room before locking on him.

He shook his head, "Nope. I just opened it." He replied taking another bite from the chocolate bar in his hand. Matt knew this mood. This was a Mello that had pushed himself too far from the edge and tried to substitute the feeling of confusion with chocolate. Mello was on a serious sugar high, he could see it in his eyes. "Matty, I went out and thought about everything."

He nodded sitting up but staying on the floor. When he was like this there was only two ways that he could go. Angry or Happy and he didn't look particularly close to either one of those yet. "How'd that go?"

He grinned, "Brilliantly." He replied triumphantly. "I thought long and hard about everything and I've figured out what's happening here." Matt nodded again. "You, Mail Jeevas, are projecting your homosexuality upon me. I grew up with you and therefore I am more susceptible to your feelings that I have previously realized. Being that as it may, I am not gay because it's just your gay feelings that are making me feel and do the things that I do." As he spoke he held the rosary.

Matt blinked. He wasn't thinking clearly at all. "Mello that doesn't make sense."

"Does." He replied sitting down the on the couch.

Matt shook his head again. "It really doesn't make sense Mello. There are plenty of straight- gay friendships so it shouldn't make you gay unless you are." He looked down at his hands. "I've made a mistake coming here. I'm sorry I put you in this state Mell."

The blond blinked, "State?"

Matt stood up shuffling across the floor. He leaned down pecking the blond on the lips lightly. He lingered there for a second unable to pull away as Mello's arms came up and wrapped around him. It was just like when the blond was sleeping. Seconds passed and the kiss deepened becoming an heavy entrance of tongues and unspoken words. When Matt finally pulled back he looked a lot more surprised than Mello actually did.

"The hell?" Was all he managed before the other kissed him again. Mello twined his fingers in the others hair pulling until he had the red head straddling him.

Matt pulled back looking at the glazed over look in the blonds eyes just like he was sleeping. "No, I'm Mello." He whispered moving to kiss the other again.

The red head pulled back, "Mello, you don't mean to do this." He watched the other blink several times as if assessing the situation.

Then Mello cupped the others face, "Let me have this Matt. Even if it's only once, just let me have this." He gingerly pulled the other back down to his lips, his hands tracing patterns on the striped shirt that Matt wore. A finger dipped under Matt's waistband and his breath caught. "Please, just let me have this."