Note: Finally the chapter is here :D
It still feels a little weird to know I'll complete this fic very soon, probably around chapter 80, so really not much left.
I wanted to settle them in their new life before I let them live a happy life :)

I fell in a new fandom recently: Seraph of the end. And of course I wrote something -_-
Please check the little oneshot I wrote, title is Lullaby, see in my stories :) Reviews appreciated since it's not my usual DN stuff.
Oh, and if you have no idea what Seraph of the end is, check it out too, there's a very Mello-like character in it (that's actually why I watched the anime lol) and he's named Mika like the character of the novel I'm writing that's derivated from my fic Negative (second reason why I watched, I'm pathetic) and it's a bit like Mihael and, and... I'll shut up XD

Matt
I was happy that I wasn't working this evening because night shifts were really exhausting. I guess I needed to get used to working at night, but I couldn't say I liked sleeping during the day and missing normal daily activities though, so I was really hoping that the job at the chocolate store would work out.
And juggling with much needed rest hours, work and being awake when Mihael would need me was taking an even bigger toll on me, since my sleep was more naps than a good old eight hours in a row.

"Mail?"
I started and realised I had been dozing off sitting on a kitchen chair, my coffee getting cold in the mug in front of me.
I rubbed my face, yawning several times.
"Go back to bed."
Mihael was looking at me, amused.
"Nah, I'm fine." I yawned again.
"Like hell you're fine, you're literally falling apart."

I drank my lukewarm coffee with a grimace and stood up to put the mug in the sink. I was surprised to feel Mihael's arms encircle my waist from behind. I turned around to face him, instinctively grabbing him, and feeling him weight a little heavier once I had secured my arms around his own waist.
I was happy that he could walk around the apartment, but I knew it was still extremely hard for him. He was stubborn though, and although I could feel he was reaching his limits, he stood there against me, not letting go.

"Hey!" he laughed as I picked him up bridal style.
"I'm going back to bed, but you're coming with me." I teased him, putting him on the bed before joining him.
He pulled me to him, as I began kissing his neck, snuggling as close to him as possible.
His arm came around my shoulders, and he tilted his head as my kisses turned to nips, my hand sliding under his shirt.

Mello
I was starting to be turned on, with Mail's lips in my neck and his hand caressing my stomach, but suddenly he stopped.
I didn't need long to realise he had fallen asleep, his even breathing hot against my skin.
I pulled the blanket over us, and although I wasn't tired, I made myself comfortable because I wasn't going anywhere with Mail sleeping so soundly on me. I could have moved off the bed because he wouldn't even wake up for sure, considering his level of exhaustion, but it felt good to be just like that, his head on my chest, my nose in his hair, his warm hand sending a tingling feeling to my skin.
I held him a little closer, stroking his hair. He was all mine for now, no work, no drama... no Jeremy.

To be honest, I saw the guy coming. No one is that nice, ever. Mail was the epitome of nice, and even him would put a limit to the help he provides. I knew something was on with Jeremy. I didn't know him except for what Mail had told me, but the fact that he had been spending all his evenings at the bar while Mail was working, I mean, five nights in a row, seriously? The guy's not even subtle about his intentions. And Mail... he's not naïve, but he never sees the bad in people, he's always trusting people too easily.

I knew I couldn't say all of that to Mail, he would say I was being paranoid, and it would take more than a gut feeling to convince him, but I knew that Jeremy wasn't clear. I was sure of it.
Well, Jeremy was coming over tonight so I guess I'd see from there. I was a little skeptical that he had accepted Mail's offer to come here for a drink, since we were living together, but it only fuelled my anger more: it looked like a declaration of war on my own territory, and if he thought I'd let him piss all over the place to mark everything as his, he was very wrong. It would be no catfight, I'd tear him apart lion-style if he did anything weird.

I had time to turn this around and around in my mind while Mail was sleeping, and at some point I had to calm myself down because I needed to punch something. If Jeremy thought he was a match to me, after all Mail and me had shared and gone through, he would be in for a big surprise.

Matt
"What's wrong Mihael?" I asked in a slurred voice, barely waking up. This nap had been a good one, I felt a lot better, and waking up snuggled against Mihael made things even better, except that he was tensed and I could feel it.
"Nothing." he replied, grabbing my face for a kiss, but no matter how much he tried to smile, his eyes couldn't lie, there was, if not anger, at least a slight irritation in them.
I kissed him back before standing up from the bed and picking him up once again bridal style.
"If you want to lift some weight you could go to the gym, you know?" he chuckled.
"Nah, we can't afford it, so I'm doing with what I have." I winked at him, carrying him to the bathroom.
I got rid of my clothes then undressed him.

"I've decided that we'd do everything together today."
"I see that." Mihael smiled, and this time the anger was gone from his eyes.

The topic of Jeremy coming over was brought up again as we were having a very late lunch, and I realised that I had been wrong, Mihael didn't care what Jeremy would say about his scar, which left me wondering what was wrong in the end. It was starting to be annoying because he would shut down like an oyster each time I tried to understand.

Jeremy would be here anytime soon now, and I could tell that Mihael was not happy about it. He was sitting at the kitchen table, fiddling with the mouse of his laptop, his head resting on his palm, elbow on the table, eyes lost in space, the screen displaying the same page for the last ten minutes.

"Relax, it's gonna be fine, he's nice, you'll see." I tried to reassure him, but I didn't really get why he was so reluctant to have Jeremy here. I owed the latter a lot, and although I was starting to think that it had to do with Mihael being a bit possessive after all what had happened, and I couldn't blame him for that, it was getting ridiculous. We both could have friends outside of our couple bubble, it was a normal thing, and even if Mihael wasn't the type to make friends easily, I was more the type, and it was a sane thing to do to my opinion, so we wouldn't be on each other's back all the time.

My phone vibrated with an incoming text. I grabbed my keys to meet Jeremy in the lobby, first because it would be easier to show him the way than give lengthy directions in the intercom, since the way apartments were set up on each floor was something I never understood myself, and I could warn him that Mihael was a bit grumpy so Jeremy shouldn't take anything personally, should Mihael be, well, his special brand of sarcastic, just as he was when he was in that state.
Mihael gave me a dark look as I was closing the door. I was now pretty sure that this had been all a bad idea, and I regretted the invitation. Or maybe Mihael had decided to fuck up to punish me to go against his feelings. Damn... what a diva.

"Hi!" Jeremy waved at me as I exited the elevator. I greeted him back, shaking hands, before going back in the elevator. We chatted a bit during the few seconds it took to reach the right floor.
"Follow me, it's a bit tricky here." I said, leading the way, "Mihael is a bit on edge today, don't be offended if he says something, things have been a little tough lately..."
"He's here?" Jeremy looked surprised. He stopped a few feet from the apartment door, apparently taken aback.
"Yes, it's his apartment actually, but we live together." I replied, turning to face him.
"Oh, so that's why I couldn't find your name on the intercom..."
"Oh right, you make me think that I should put it next to his name, I totally forgot."
"How long have you been living together?" Jeremy asked, his smile had vanished and I had a weird feeling suddenly.
"A few days."
Jeremy was silent for a few seconds, then seemed to regain his smile so I breathed. No need to be paranoid.

The apartment door opened before I could use my key, Mihael standing in the doorframe, looking at us with an expression that I knew meant trouble. Even more so when he downright scowled at Jeremy, which made me turn around to make sure Jeremy didn't get offended by Mihael's lack of hospitality. But if I had been shocked that Mihael was being so direct with his feelings toward Jeremy, the expression on Jeremy's face shocked me even more.
I couldn't exactly tell what he was thinking, but the disgust was obvious.
Anger started to pool in my gut. He wouldn't dare think that Mihael was ugly, would he?

"Okay, what's going on here?" I asked, since it was pretty obvious now that Mihael was ready to murder Jeremy, and the latter was about to run away.
"I... I'm sorry, I had no idea you two lived together... I mean... I didn't think it was that serious between you... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come..." Jeremy was already taking a few steps back toward the elevator.
"You knew right from the beginning I was with Mihael, what the fuck?" I replied.
"Just as I thought. Mail's mine, sorry to shatter your hopes."

I looked at Mihael. He had probably heard my conversation with Jeremy since we had been pretty close to the door. That's what it was all about then? Jeremy had been hitting on me all this time? Knowing that I was crazy in love with Mihael? I couldn't even begin to understand how he could have had his hopes up.
I decided to speak up before it went downhill. Mihael might not be in a great shape, he could still be unpredictable and violent.
"Jeremy you'd better leave, I think you got the wrong idea, let's just forget all about it, I'm with Mihael, we're getting married soon, I'm grateful for everything you did for me but it stops here."
"Married?" Jeremy laughed cynically, "I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOU MAIL!" he suddenly yelled, raising his palms.

He took another step back, looking back and forth between Mihael and me.
"It's not you I was helping, it's him!" Jeremy went on, surprising both Mihael and me, "You don't remember me, do you?" he addressed to Mihael.
"I do, actually."

Now was my turn to look back and forth between the two of them. They knew each other?
Mihael glanced at me before focusing back on Jeremy.
"I fucked him in the toilets of the bar, when I was still working there. I didn't know your name, but I remember your face. I always remembered faces because I never fucked the same guy twice."
It made me a bit uncomfortable to hear Mihael talk so openly about his... practices at the bar, but it was nothing I didn't already know.

"Yeah, maybe it was nothing for you, but it meant something f-" Jeremy began, before Mihael cut him.
"A quick fuck in a toilet booth never means anything, and I was pretty clear about it at the time. Did you really think that sticking to my boyfriend like glue would get you a way with me?"
"He was the only one to be still in contact with you... I would have done anything to get you back!" Jeremy's voice was a little shaky and I started to feel really bad for him, even if all of this was really, really stupid.

"But you never had me to begin with! For fuck's sake grow a pair, it's not a fucking fairytale where people fall in love in a dirty booth, it was only sex!" Mihael was leaning heavily on the doorframe, and it was my cue to end this because he needed to sit down, his legs wouldn't carry him for much longer now.
"I'm done, go away. From here, from our lives, from the bar, just fuck off." Mihael said before going back inside on his own accord. It was a little harsher than I would have phrased it but the idea was similar to what I was thinking. I was seeing Jeremy under a new light, and I had no idea if he was downright insane or just pathetically hopeless.

Jeremy seemed to be seething. I was shared between pity because he looked hurt, and anger that he had been nice just because he was following his agenda to get Mihael back. Moreover, it was the most stupid thing ever, I couldn't fathom how he even thought it would work.

"I'm sorry Jeremy, I'm still grateful for all you did, but since you had hidden motives I guess we're even. To be honest I don't like it much that your plan was to eventually steal Mihael away from me, because you know how much I love him, so it's better for all three of us that you stay away."

I thought he would go for good at that moment. He looked down, and when he looked back up, his mouth was twisting and he looked clearly out of himself.
"You know what? I agree with all of that. I'll stay away. I never cared for you Mail so I have no problem with never seeing you again, and honestly, even if I had feelings for Mello, I just can't..."
He chuckled, and I thought for an instant that he had lost his mind.
"You can have him, I don't fucking care anymore. I just wish I had seen him sooner, it would have spared me the trouble of talking to you these last days..."
I was afraid I was understanding what he meant. He wouldn't dare?
"Be careful what you say." I warned him.
"Oh yeah? You're the one stuck with his horrible face, I wouldn't want to wake up next to that, so he's all yours, don't worry."

On these words, Jeremy was about to go, and I felt my wrist being grabbed from behind as I was about to punch him in the face.
I turned around, surprised to see Mihael back next to me.
"He's not worth it, he's a pathetic psycho. Come inside."
He pulled me gently in the apartment before closing the door. Then he walked back to the couch and sat down, his hands in his lap, looking down.
I heard the ding of the elevator from afar in the corridor, telling me that Jeremy was gone for good now.

"You don't believe what he said about you, right?" I sat next to Mihael. The fact that he had prevented me from punching Jeremy said a lot about the situation. Mihael was too calm for it to be normal.
"I see my face in the mirror everyday, you know..." he replied.
"Fuck... Mihael why do you care? I love you the way you are, you know it, why would you listen to someone like him?"
"I have no doubt that you love me for more than what used to be my pretty face... It's just... people will always react like he did, are you up to dealing with that on an everyday basis? It's not me I'm worried about, I don't want you to resent me for bringing negative attention all the time, and feel miserable for people wondering behind your back why you're staying with an ugly guy like me..."
"Mihael, if I had to resent anyone, that would be the people doing that, not you. I can't stop people from being cunts, but it will never change the way I feel about spending my life with you. We'll have ups and downs, and this is one of our downs, just like other things and it's okay. The up side being that I want to wake up to your pretty face every morning. I love the way you look even with the scar, it's not even that I'm doing with it, I love it, for real. It doesn't take away from how attractive you are to me."

Mihael took my hand and looked at me in a way that made my heart swell so hard...
Everything I said was true, I didn't love his looks despite the scar, it was something more to how handsome he was. It was quite badass to be honest.

I still owed him an apology though.
"You were right."
"Not completely but I was on the right track." he chuckled.
"I guess that's feminine intuition."

Mihael pounced me, laughing.
"I'll make you pay for that!"
We ended up wrestling on the couch, laughing like kids, stopping only because we were out of breath.

"You know what I like about you?" Mihael asked suddenly, as I was bringing the drinks and junk food I had bought for Jeremy's visit so we could pig on it while watching a movie.
"My big fat cock?" I chuckled as he made a face.
"That too, I admit." he smiled, "But I wanted to be serious for once, thank you for ruining the romantic mood."
"Oh, you're in a romantic mood, you?" I teased him, and he pushed my shoulder, laughing.
"From the moment you decided to be with me, you never hid your feelings, I mean, you never hesitated to walk hand in hand with me or kiss me in public, you even stated casually that we were getting married, just like that."
"Well, I'm not ashamed of our relationship and you know what I think about those who have a problem with that, they can fuck off." I replied, a bit surprised because it was a bit out of character for Mihael to say things like that. I knew he was a little more emotional since the shit we had been through but still, it sounded odd coming from him.
"What I mean is that it is something really important for me, more than you can even imagine, although I would have totally understood if you had had hesitations, considering where you were coming from."
"I was a douche, I know..."
"It's over, no need to beat you up for that, and that's not the point... Mail, there's a person that had a lot more problems with my relationship with you, and although I think he's probably not completely happy about it, I'd like my father to be there the day we get married."

I was speechless for a long moment, because there was nothing I could reply to that.
"I have no idea when we will get married since we haven't planned anything yet, and I'm not even sure he could get out of jail that day, but somehow... he came to save me, he cares for me, and he's my father. I need to mend things with him, at least a little."
This, I knew how to reply to.
"If it makes you happy then I have no objection to it."
I took him in my arms, hugging him tight. My parents meant the world to me, and I could totally get his need to have a parental figure in his life. My parents treated him like their own kid, but it would never be the same, even if they loved him just as much as he loved them.