Note: Very late for the daily update but I wrote this chapter late this afternoon and then couldn't log in to FF.
I so hate the new version of the site, it's annoying for private messages, for review replies, and a lot more. I really don't see what's better with this version.

Daily updates will go on, I will have time to write tomorrow :)
I didn't proofread this chapter so it's raw, short and probably filled with typos, sorry, I just didn't have time :/

BTW, thank you all for your suggestions for rats names! I finally settled for Kane (the light one) and Mysterio (the agouti one) because they wrestle all the time, and Kane is enormous and Mysterio is smaller and very energetic ^^

Mello
"I am lucky." Mail stated in the most serious way.
I could only stare at him, I had his hand laid flat on the bare skin between my top and my pants, and I was turned on. Although my dick wouldn't get up. But for now, I almost thanked the treatment, so I didn't have a hard on poking out of my pants. I was wearing the lowest ones, since I couldn't fit my belly in the others.
"What?" I articulated at some point, since he was smiling at me, unmoving.
"I don't know what will happen in the future, but if I have to be physically attracted by a guy although I'm not gay, then I'm lucky you're my..." He stopped.
He wasn't about to say what I thought he was about to say...?
"You're perfect Mihael, tiny belly or not." And he encircled my waist with the hand that was on my belly, turning around me once again to hold me from behind. His other arm joined the first, and his chin rested on my shoulder.
All I could tell myself was that Mail was asking to be raped right there, with such words.

I knew, from that moment, that even if it had to be a purely platonic love between him and me, no sex, never, then I would be ok with it. None of my ex boyfriends had been so tender, so loving, not even during sex. And I could live on that stuff, being in his arms, just being held like he was doing now. Of course, I still wished he would want me physically, but I could accept that he'd never want me that way.

Matt
There was progress. I couldn't deny it. And I had hope now. Hope that I could give Mihael what he wanted someday. It would probably take long, but if I was now able to kiss him and like it, to hold him without being repulsed, hell, I even wanted to hold him on my own accord, if I could touch his skin, then why couldn't it progress further?
I still had doubts because I knew that I would never take bottom, the sole idea of it gave me nausea, and that Mihael didn't take bottom with his ex boyfriends either, and he had clearly told me before that he would never do it. I guess it suited him, he was so dominating, so not gay in his behaviour... Was I really thinking that? Me? I was surprised at what had just crossed my mind, I mean, thinking of Mello as not gay... Of course, it was obvious he was, when I looked at him the first time, I knew. But his temper, he had nothing of a queer. He was a diva sometimes, ok, but not in a girlie way. It could seem so but now that I knew him, I knew that it was only because he was impatient and had difficulties to express his feelings, so he became violent.
But he never was with me, or at least not anymore. Because he talkedto me.

It was almost 11pm and I could tell that Mihael was tired. I didn't like how awful he looked. He was still absolutely gorgeous (wow, I never thought I'd use that word concerning a guy) but his eyes had dark circles, his face had a greyish hue instead of that pure baby skin of his, and I decided I'd convince him to sleep now.
I wasn't tired, my body was still at 2pm US time, but I'd have to get used to the jetlag at some point so it was better for me to try to sleep too.

I was still holding him, perfectly fine where I was, in a comfortable silence, but I could feel him refraining his yawns.
"Mihael, you should go to sleep, you look awfully tired."
"I'm fine, it's just the hormones." Mihael didn't want to comply, obviously. I guess he wanted to part from me as much as I wanted: not at all.
"Please, I don't like to see you like this. Do you want me to tuck you in?" I teased him.
"It's not exactly what I want..." he turned around, still in my arms, smirking. Instinctively I stiffened. I didn't want to, but I still couldn't take the idea of something sexual. It scared me shitless. "Hey, it's ok, you know I won't push you that way Mail."
Mihael let me go, feeling that the mood was kinda ruined. I felt so bad for him... I didn't want to be that way with him, it was something I couldn't help, my body still reacted with aversion to the thought of anything more than a hug or a kiss.

"Which room do you want?" He asked me, disappointment painted on his face.
"Yours." I replied without hesitation. He looked at me surprised, then grinned widely.
"You're putting me under a lot of pressure you know... We're gonna sleep together without actually sleeping together, how cruel is that?" Mihael grinned even wider, unzipping his leather vest, "But I guess I will have my revenge in a few seconds." His leather pants joined his vest on the floor seconds later, he was now totally naked in front of me, "You didn't forget that I sleep naked, did you?"
I did...

"I'll take a quick shower if you don't mind, with the plane and all I feel quite in need for a little cleaning." I told him, searching for what I needed it my bag.
"Sure, feel free to leave your stuff in the bathroom." he gestured toward the door on the other side of the room. Did I mention that every bedroom had its personal bathroom here? And there were at least six rooms for what I knew.

When I was back in the room a few minutes later, a towel around my waist, fresh and clean, Mihael was asleep on the sheets. I wasn't surprised, I even wondered how he had kept his eyes open until now considering how tired he looked.
Not wanting to wake him by putting the light on to search in my bag (we hadn't lit any lamp on once it had become dark) and unable to find anything in the dark, I had to resign myself to sleep naked. I wasn't really at ease with that but I knew that Mihael wouldn't try anything funny. He would have, months ago, but he wouldn't now.
I slid under the sheets (since he was over them, we wouldn't touch so it was ok), tugged on the towel to get rid of it and laid on my back, trying to find sleep, listening to Mihael's even breathing.

But as expected, I couldn't find sleep.
Two hours later, I was still awake. Mihael slept like a rock, he hadn't moved an inch.
One more hour. Suddenly Mihael jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom, and he scared me so much that I almost fell off the bed. Recovering my senses I heard him throw up. I ran to the bathroom. I didn't need to ask to know it was the treatment that was doing this to him. I knelt beside him and held his hair while he emptied his stomach.
Once he was done, I handed him a glass of water. He looked even more awful than before we went to bed.

Mello
"How do you feel?" Mail asked me softly, caressing my back as I drank the glass of water he had given me.
"Better..." I hated that he was seeing me in that state, and worse, that he had seen me throw up. I didn't need that to lower my sex appeal toward him, "Sorry, I guess I will need a few days to get rid of the hormones in my system..."
"Come back to bed, you need to rest."
"Just gonna brush my teeth, Don't wait for me, you're gonna catch a cold." I winked at him. I was still feeling a bit bad but I couldn't pass the occasion to point at the fact that he was naked and hadn't even thought about it.
He blushed bright red and went under the sheets quickly.
I brushed my teeth, splashed my face with some cold water and joined him.
Mail looked at me worrily.
"I'm fine, don't worry, it's not that bad." I kissed him on the cheek and pulled the covers over us, "Goodnight!"
I was refraining to touch him, it was already much that he accepted to sleep naked beside me, and it was mostly because he knew I wouldn't touch him. I didn't want to scare him, if things had to happen, they would happen. But it was very unlikely so it was better I slept without dwelling on that kind of thoughts too much.
"Goodnight Mihael."
I felt him turn his back to me and the thought of his ass sent heat to my groin. I would just have to raise the sheet to have a look at it... NO! Sleep, Mihael, SLEEP.
But still, the sight I had a little earlier, and the memory of when I had jerked him off... I unconsciously began to stroke my cock, realising a few seconds later that I still couldn't be fully hard. It was like being emasculated. And to think I wanted to cut it off...

When I woke up at 9am, Mail was still sleeping. I had heard him toss and turn during the night, the jetlag was obviously doing its little effect on him, and now he was catching back all the sleep he couldn't have during the night.
I smiled at the sight of his beautiful face sleeping, he looked so innocent without his cocky grin, and those freckles...
My irish boy... I'd glady conqueer that land... Oh. I could raise it up this morning, obviously.
I hurried to the shower to solve my little problem, but I couldn't complete the... mission. It was even more frustrating!
I washed my body and hair, dried myself, dressed with dark blue jeans and a black tee instead of my leather since it was already hot, and tied my hair in a ponytail. Since Mail was still soundly sleeping, I picked up my wallet and went to the pastry store a few streets away to surprise Mail with a breakfast in bed.
I made some coffee once I was home, extra strong like he liked it, prepared a tray with two cups, the pastries, and a yellow rose I had picked up in my parents' garden.
I deposited the tray on the bedside table, and proceeded to see if he would wake up or would sleep a bit longer. I didn't particularly stir him from his sleep, but I felt already lonely without him awake.
But he began to move.

Matt
I heard the click of the door and glass tinkling. I opened an eye to find Mihael sat on the border of the bed, smiling at me, already dressed. I stirred and sat up, jetlag was really hard on me.
I replied to his smile, thinking of how good he looked. I had come to like the leather, although it was really a bit too much (but it suited him extremely well anyway), but those jeans were flattering, and I didn't see his hair tied like this often, it revealed his nape and...
"Mihael, come here." I asked him.
He came closer, and I slid behind him to deposit a kiss on his nape. I felt him shiver.
"Mmh, you smell of citrus." I loved that smell. Even more now that I would associate it to him...
I could see happiness in his eyes, and it made me so happy too!

We ate our breakfast, planning the day, but not knowing if Mihael would feel sick at a moment or another, we decided to stay here and just enjoy each other's presence until he would be perfectly fine. It would only be a matter of a few days since he hadn't had any morning nausea today, which bode well.

While we were eating, we heard noise downstairs, but Mihael told me it was only the house employee, not his parents. I guess they would be back later during the day...

Before he retrieved the tray to the kitchen, Mihael handed me the rose that he had used to decorate it. It woke the butterflies in my stomach, strangely, and I blushed (and he laughed). I felt like a schoolgirl again...

Coming back to our old habits, we settled to play Tekken 6. As usual, Mihael played Dragunov, a russian Spetznaz agent who used sambo, and I took Kazuya Mishima. And I beat him each time. No need to describe how much Mihael cursed and how much I laughed.
During a pause in our numerous virtual fights, as I was smoking at the window and saw a couple walk by, I suddenly wanted more than everything to take Mihael on a date.
But we weren't dating, so that was a problem. That's when I realised how ambiguous our situation was, and I needed to clarify it with him. He probably wouldn't want to date me as long as I hadn't decided that I like him physically...
I felt my chest constrict. I had almost said he was my boyfriend yesterday. I had stopped just in time, realising how stupid it was since I couldn't even stand to think of touching his... junk.
"Mail, what's wrong?" Mihael asked me suddenly. I guess I had let my thoughts show on my face...