A.N

Yay Mello!

Don't worry Kat. You have earned him again!

At this point I should explain that me and Kat enjoy Assassins creed, as such I have claimed Altair and herself Etzio. Every time she writes a chapter she gets to borrow Altair. Yeah...bribing people to write :') That's me.

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Mello

I was seething as I returned to our room. Well a part of me was flattered but for the most part I was pissed. Wait, I'm ahead of myself. Let me backtrack to the meeting. I met Misa in the hotel's beachfront caf as I was supposed to. It turns out that the "agencies" that wanted to talk to me was fucking Playgirl. Was I flattered that they found me sexy enough to want me to model for them? Yes. However, the majority of me wanted to tell them where they could shove their cameras. Misa wants me to do it I was gaining a reputation for being a "bad boy" and Misa wants to enforce that image. Damn it woman, let me live my life! Fucking people pointed out that I had already done nude shots. It's not the nudity I have a problem with; it's the principle of the thing. I mean Playgirl? How will I explain that one at confession? I would rather not, thank you. Well, Playgirl wasn't the only one there. A jean company was there, they wanted me to do an advert. I signed the contract today. I'll be shooting with them next month. I wonder if I could get Matt the job of photographer? I'm already big enough to have quirks. A preferred photographer wouldn't be too huge a deal

Entering our room I saw Matt, still cross-legged on the floor playing some retarded game. Smiling smirking, I was smirking damn it, I crossed the room to take him into my arms, kissing his neck Which led us to where we are now, a nude and nervous Matt standing before me as my eyes raked appreciatively over his body. I smirked as he blushed and looked away. Once undressed I stepped into to swirling water (Jacuzzi remember?) and held a hand out to him.

"Coming?" Giving me a curt nod he stepped into the water. Sliding down I tugged him to sit between my legs, his back against my chest. He gasped and shuttered. Kissing his neck I wrapped one arm around his shoulders, holding him against me, while the other gently traced the contours of his lightly muscled stomach. As he slowly relaxed against me I rested my head against his, thinking. I couldn't deny it anymore. I felt something for the red-head. I tried to bite it lay the way to heart-ache.

Friends with benefits were safe. One night stands were safer. Relationships, letting someone that close to your heart, would only lead to heart-ache. Right? If my own family rejected me, who is to say that a stranger wouldn't? The rebellious part of me, the small portion that I could never completely mask or hide behind any fa ade supplied but it's not just any stranger, its Matt. Hasn't stopped people before, what happened to a mother's unconditional love? During my musings I must have tightened my grip, because I was gently broken from my reverie by Matt.

"Mello?" He had obviously sensed my change of attitude, as now he looked worried, versus the needy glances he was giving me earlier. Shaking my head I have a wan smile

"I'm fine."

"Bull shit." I was surprised he called me out on it.

"But if you don't want to tell me that's fine. I'll be here when you're ready to talk." Turning back around he settled against me again, one hand resting on my arm, the other on one of my legs.

"This is nice." I liked that peaceful tone to his voice. I tried to stay relaxed as I felt myself panicking. I couldn't do it. I couldn't squelch whatever feelings I was developing toward him. This would end badly for me. I knew it would. I felt trapped. Who was he that he could slip under a carefully constructed identity, all the walls built, in a matter of days? I yanked him around to face me, desperately kissing him. I heard him mutter "bipolar" as he smirked and kissed back . It was raw and frantic, completely opposite to the chill mood from moments earlier. I was breaking. Did he even know what he did to me? Could he tell just how damaged I truly was, that "Mello" was just a protective covering for "Mihael"? The last though had me crushing the red-head to me. If he did, would he still want me?