A.N

Slowly getting my muse back :O It's a miracle!

Disclaimer: We do not own Death note

Matt

Mello almost had to kick me out of bed. Even though he wanted to stay as well, when Misa came whining at our door again he would've done anything to shut her up.
"Get changed." He told me, which I was all to happy to oblige to until I realised something.

"Mello..." I murmured, hand frozen above my bag.

"Hm?"

Pulling out a pair of shorts I felt the rush of heated blood invade my cheeks again. "Misa said volleyball right?...On the beach and you've kinda...marked me. A lot." I indicated to the mass of either scratch marks or bites running across the top half of my torso, not to mention the hickeys on my neck. Mello blinked for a minute before starting to laugh. "It's not funny!" I fumed. Just because I wasn't allowed to mark him doesn't mean he's allowed to laugh at my misfortune. He walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my shoulder.

"So? Let them be jealous that they couldn't watch." He smirked, letting me go. I rolled my eyes, it was the sort of response I was expecting from him. Pulling the shorts on, I shrugged, it would look weird if I did wear a T-shirt and they would still know what happened due to the charming bruises he left on my neck. I might as well be up front about it.

Mello followed suit, pulling on a pair of black shorts that ended just below the knees and nothing else. He grinned widely as my eyes raked over his body. I couldn't help it, any...well not exactly a straight guy (Yeah I admit it, I don't think I'm completely straight), would stare at him. Some of the girls on the set actually sat there with jaws dropped. There must be ovary explosions where ever he goes.

Grabbing my hand he pulled me out of the room, ignoring the ever present Misa on the other side of the door. Seeing the state of my chest she broke into a broad smile, a squeal escaping her lips as she hopped up and down, something she really shouldn't be doing especially in her skimpy bikini.
"Misa knew it!" She giggled. "Does this mean Mello-Kun and Mattie-Kun are dating? Do you love each other?" She sidled up to me, whispering loudly. "Was Mello-Kun good?" She asked, biting her lip to stop the giggles which where forcing her tiny form to tremble.

"I...Uh..." I stammered. Mello shot Misa a death glare, dragging me past her. She walked behind us, hopping down the last few stairs and outside. "Was he though Mattie?" She yelled after us. I blushed, keeping my head down to avoid the stares of the on lookers that her yelling had attracted. Mello wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.

"Was I?" He murmured, grinning. I shoved him lightly.

"Shut up." I growled, stepping onto the sand and over to the volleyball court. People had already started to congregate around, various models both male and female talking with the editors, makeup artists and anyone else that Misa had pushed into playing. Or maybe they were here of their own free will. I shuddered. Freaky.

Misa bounded over, a large ball held under her arm. How she was carrying that without toppling over was beyond me. But then again she did support her chest pretty well. (No I wasn't looking! It's just...hard to miss. She isn't exactly well endowed, but on her frame they looked ginormous.) She threw the ball onto the sand, jumping into the middle of the court.
"Ready?" She squeaked, bending forwards slightly and giving the guy opposite a nice view of her clevage. She grinned when everyone threw words of agreement towards her. "First team to ten points wins!" She squealed, picking the ball back up.

Mello grinned to me. "Well this should be easy."