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Matt

There are so many things I should've said at that moment. Like 'You should've ignored me when I pushed you away' or 'I'm pretty sure I'm not straight now' but of course that was another one of those infamous 'What could've been moments' a moment I would regret for the rest of my life because I now have no idea what would've happened. Just because I was too fucking scared to say what I really thought and just watched him go instead.

Ruffling away the scarlet bangs that had fallen into my eyes I sighed, slowly picking myself up from the plush carpet which had claimed me as a victim in the moment of surprise. I was aware I was late for the shoot, but I didn't care. Each action I was taking was slow and deliberate, finally bothering to get changed and get myself sorted for the day.

Misa's impatient pounding on my door, forcing me to grab my bag full of equipment and open the door to her pouting face.

"Mattie-kun you're forty five minutes late!" She squeaked. I stared at her in blank shock. She knew how to count to forty five? "Matt-Kun hurry up!" She almost yelled, stomping her foot against the wooden floor. Sliding out the door to put the narcissistic blonde in a place of silence, she linked her arm through mine. I repressed a shudder at the touch. It didn't feel right, not that it mattered I had a job to do. Walking past the entourage Misa had flown in after us, she dragged me onto the beach, sun just peaking over the horizon.

It was perfect. A place brides to be wish their weddings could be. In some respect I was jealous that such a picturesque place could exists and the other amount of jealousy (That I would never admit to) was that Mello was being fawned over by the makeup department. Setting up my equipment on the soft sand I couldn't wait for the shoot to be over. It was so hard not to turn red at the poses Mello was pulling; he was a natural even that I couldn't deny. Though the amount of foot shuffling I did made it pretty clear to anyone what I thought about him. Luckily it was just Misa on the set and her head is filled with air anyway.

I was so pleased when Misa called time, packing up my cameras as fast as I could. I won't lie, my head was in a state and the amount of sleep I actually got yesterday was making it no better. I know the room I was assigned could barely be called a place of refuge but it was the closest damn thing I had. Dumping my stuff onto the chair in the corner of the room, I was all set to start up a game of Dead rising two and bust some zombie ass, working out the tiny amount of aggression I had managed to collect.

That was until Mello strutted in. He flopped down onto the bed, hands hanging between his legs, chocolate placed strategically in his mouth. He stared at me, icy blue optics boring into the back of my skull, forcing me to turn around.

"What?" I asked.

"You're thinking about my offer." It was a question, it was a Goddamn statement.

"No, I'm thinking about how to use this control to strangle you."

"Don't lie, you're thinking about me." He tilted his head back, twining one hand in his hair and the other trailing his abdominals, slowly trailing lower until the top of his leather pants cut off the direction of his fingers.

Okay now I was thinking about him. Now I was envying the bar of chocolate between his lips.

Bastard.

Standing I walked over to him, placing a hand either side of his head, ensuring no escape.

"You want the truth. Fine. I do want you. I want you bad. I want you like I've never wanted anything, but as far as I knew I was straight until I met you and you fucking tipped my life upside down. Give me a fucking break would you?" I hissed. The stunned look on his face was surprising even to me. He looked like a lost child. I couldn't help it; I leaned forwards, brushing my lips against his. He parted them slightly, allowing me to slide my tongue inside his mouth, brushing against his. His taste hadn't changed it was still indescribable. I pulled away, catching my breath.

"You tell me Mello. You choose what the hell I do because I'm so damn incapable of doing it myself."