A.N

Sorry for the late lateness that is this update.

It wasn't Kat, really it was moi.

But on the plus side I graduated yesterday. Huzzah!

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note

Mello

Matt looked slightly panicked at my inquiry. Don't blame him.

"Need a smoke." I watched amusedly as he fumbled for his smokes and lighter. He visibly relaxed as he took the first drag.

"Poor Mattie, so stressed." I kissed his neck and he tensed again.

"So tense…" I smirked as he shuddered. I continued my assault on his neck beginning to rub his shoulders.

"Maybe I should take you home and get all these knots out…" A soft moan was my only reply.

Home it is.

Kissing him I led him to my bed. He paused.

"We've done this before Matt. No need to be scared." He scowled at my sarcasm. Rolling my eyes I pulled off his shirt.

"What the hell are you doing? I didn't agree yet!"

"I do believe I promised you a massage." Sighing I pushed him to the bed straddling his hips. Awww, he yelped. He is a puppy! Leaning over I grabbed the oil on my bedside, running a line down Matt's back, smiling as he shivered. Unusually gentle (for me) I ran my hands along his back, slowly working the muscle.

"Aw, poor Mattie, so tense. So many knots in his back." I kissed his neck, taking immense pleasure in the moans. Feeling him completely relaxed beneath me I began kissing his back, my hands moving under his hips to the front of his pants. Oh so distracted, Matt didn't even notice until I had his jeans and boxers on the floor.

"H-hey! You said j-just a massage!"

"Have I gone beyond a massage yet?" I began to massage his thigh and legs to punctuate my point.

We've had sex, multiple times and this embarrassed him? Yet here he was, wriggling like an embarrassed virgin. "Stop squirming." I slapped his ass to punctuate my point. Another yelp was my reply. Damn I love his noises. I continued to massage him, moving to more…private areas; his inner thigh, even a bit of his ass. Feeling him completely relaxed I kissed up his spine. I was denied last night. Not again. If puppy was living with me, I'm reaping the benefits of it. Now he was relaxed and distracted. As I kissed and nipped his neck I pressed two fingers into him, working them semi-gently. Best he was getting from me. He was lucky I didn't just take him. That fine ass there for me to stare at. Hm. That's another idea, Matt wall art; a naked Matt against my wall for me to gaze upon as I will. I'll have to get on that. His whining protest quickly became a moan as I worked him, prepping and stretching; all while kissing and teasing his neck shoulders and back. Content that I would not damage him (damage, not hurt. Pain is good. At least when I'm inflicting it on others) I removed my fingers and pulled his hips up, forcing him to his knees.

"H-hey! You said!"

"You'll like it. You did before." Smirking, I pushed in moaning. Apparently he felt the same, if the noises he was making were any indication. As I moved he melted, giving in. Before I knew it he was panting, rocking back against my thrusts. Leaning forward I whispered in his ear.

"Good puppy." Taking him into my hand I began to stroke him. Fuck the noises. I wish I could explain what they did to me. I felt him shudder around me and I was done. I couldn't last any longer. We collapsed in a pile on my bed. I lazily licked my hand clean as he watched dumbfounded, shivering. Grinning I pulled the covers over us, grabbing the remote for the TV out of the drawer in the bedside.

"Want to watch a film?"

"What?" Sighing I repeated myself.

"Want to watch a film? You look like a cuddler and I need something going on." His blush was answer enough. Grinning I picked some random action flick from the PPV stations. Fixing my pillow I pulled him close cuddling into his neck. Damn, he still smells nice.

"Hey, I'm new to this whole "relationship" thing. So I'm probably going to suck at it." He was surprisingly relaxed snuggling into me.

"Yeah, well. You're at least trying….in your own way. So that's all that matters. I kinda suck at life so…." I kissed him shutting him up.

"None of that. I'm the only one allowed to degrade you, and only during sex. You're just…..eccentric."

"Meaning I'm a lame ass gamer who happened upon a career that happens to be good enough to support his habit. Dammit. People are going to think I'm a gold digger…"

"Fuck other people. They don't matter. I know you're not. And I get this nice ass in my bed…." I snaked a hand under him, squeezing said ass, loving the shudder I could feel run through him,

"…so I will gladly buy whatever you need to be happy."

"…." He just pulled me closer returning his attention to the movie. I absentmindedly ran a hand along his stomach as we watched. At one point his hands got a little too bold, moving from my hair and back down to my ass. A quick pinch to his nipple quickly corrected that. No one touches my ass unless I put their hands there. The film ended and I picked up the phone to order some Thai for dinner. That done I lay on top of him as he played with my hair. It's odd. I'm usually antsy and bored out of my mind by now, but with Matt….Oh that feels nice…I relaxed against him as he massaged my head, movements of his fingers almost like he was washing my hair. I could have killed when the door buzzed and he stopped and I had to get up. However we were both hungry, so I got the food and a bottle of wine and we sat on the couch eating. Dinner was a quiet affair, with the occasional chopstick war over the last bits, and snatching things from the other's carton. We finished eating and I was taking the remains to the kitchen when Matt broke the silence.

"Mello? What happens when….all this…us…hits the news tomorrow?" Sighing, I squared my shoulders.

"We live with it."