A.N

Kat had writers block. Sorry

Disclaimer: We do not own Death Note

-Mello-

I still couldn't believe I did that shoot; much less get Matt to do it also. That was a miracle in and of its self. Oh how I dreaded going to confession… It was also my 'Official' outing of myself. Rag-mags only have so much credibility after all. At least it was Playgirl and not some wide-spread add. When we got home I pulled him to my chest kissing him softly.

"Thank you, Matt." He was still blushing from the shoot, hiding his face in my neck.

"You owe me." I nuzzled his hair.

"Anything." I could feel his grin as he started kissing my neck.

"M'going to save that." …Why do I have a bad feeling about that? Getting a proper kiss he pulled away.

"See you in the morning ok? I'll come over for breakfast. Right now I just need to be alone with my games." I had to admit, I was disappointed, and maybe a little hurt, the shoot and left me aching, but he just wanted to recluse himself with his games… I guess I get it… No. Not really, because I really want him right now… But if that's what he wants… I left, going up to my apartment. I groaned turning on the shower. Using your hand sucked. Sucked more when you had a sexy, oblivious, boyfriend. Sighing I stepped under the spray.

Done with my shower (which was nowhere near as satisfying as I had hoped) I dropped my towel slipping under my sheets. (forgot how cold it could get without my personal heater) I woke the next morning in a better mood. Getting up I slipped on some pants going to the kitchen to begin fixing breakfast. Coffee first. I refuse to do anything without my coffee. Waiting for it to finish brewing I flipped on the mini-TV in the kitchen flipping through the crappy morning shows before settling on some early morning talk show. Some women chattering about trivial something or other in the background I began to cook, pancakes, bacon, eggs, coffee and juice. Your stereotypical breakfast. Setting the table I put the food in the oven to keep it warm. Fixing another cup of coffee I sat at the bar to watch the mind rotting drivel that people called "morning talk shows" as I waited for Matt.

"And now for the celebrity segment," A women in a red suit commented, before continuing; "Sorry ladies, looks like the rag-mags were right for once. The popular spokes-model known only as 'Mello' has officially come out with a spread in Playgirl magazine."

"No way!" A brunette woman commented.

"Oh yes, and with his photographer of all things! Apparently they have been together awhile now. And have you seen those pictures? Can you say hot?" Please…No… My silent pleading went unheeded; the cover shot appeared, edited to be only from the waist up. We had our hands on each other's hips, chests pressed together, looking at the camera; my cheek was against his head. It was sexy, but it was intimate and I hated that photos like that of us were out for all to see. Then I remembered, my parents watched that show.

Great. Now I'm going to be officially disowned. Apparently I looked pitiful enough in the hospital Mum convinced Dad not to write me off. Well, there goes that. I won't be getting any inheritance (which is no small sum). Truthfully I don't care much for the money, I don't really need it, but there are a few things I would have liked to have. Photos mainly- shut up I'm a sentimental bastard alright? Expecting a phone call from my estranged parents (I always made sure they had my updated contact information, still sent cards on all the holidays too. Shut up. Just because they hate me doesn't mean it's reciprocated. Sighing I waited for Matt finishing my third cup of coffee. Not long after a sleepy gamer came in through the elevator.

"Hey Matt. Good morning." I got a yawn and a nod. It was going on ten o'clock. "Just when did you go to sleep?" Rubbing his eyes he shrugged.

"'Unno… Two? Three? My phone died." Rolling my eyes I handed him my coffee and lead him to the table.

"Sit. Let me get the food." Breakfast was quiet, which was fine with me. He didn't even say anything when I put chocolate syrup over my (chocolate chip) pancakes. When we had finished eating we just as quietly put away the food and dirty plates. That done I finally broke the silence.

"So… You left me with a bit of a problem last night."

"Oh?" He wrapped his arms around my shoulders as mine went around his waist.

"Mmmhmm." I would have answered properly but I was too busy kissing his neck. I was surprised when he shoved me back onto the couch before straddling me.

"You sir, do not have another shoot for a month." I looked up at him, dumbfounded as to where this could be going, but damn if his hands on my chest didn't feel nice.

"Yeah, and your point is…?" He grinned evilly. Well, as evilly as possible for a puppy.

"I'm taking advantage."

"What do you…" My question was cut off as he bit my neck sucking on the mark. Shocked I gasped, instinctively tilting my head giving him better access. What do you know, Matt did have a back bone. I was wondering when he would try, if he did at all. I pulled his hair moaning, and he pulled back, pleased that I was sufficiently marked (for now). Grinning I pulled his shirt off, cupping his nape settling into a heated kiss. I swear every kiss made me weak, chipping at my walls. Before long our pants joined the shirts on the floor.

"So,"

I moaned as Matt murmured the word, marking me again, this time on my shoulder, "Can I cash in my favour now?" I couldn't stop the trembling as he caressed my ass.

"What…" he kissed me to sooth my confusion before pulling away to answer. He opened his mouth, but I heard a stern

"Mihael Keehl!" screeched instead. Jumping I looked to the door, and sure enough there stood my parents. We both turned the colour of Matt's hair. I quickly tugged on my pants standing in front of Matt before handing him his, trying to give him as much privacy as possible. There was no way they were letting him leave. My father had his arms crossed, tapping one foot, angry; while my mother stood a pace behind him looking down at the floor with the same empty look she had when I saw her four years ago. Even though years had passed I reacted as had been drilled into my head. I walked in front of my father head down, playing with my hands nervously. I flinched at Matt's comforting hand on my shoulder. I don't know what is going to happen, but it won't be good. Why were they here? What did they want? And what most would see as the most trivial of the questions was the most important to me, would they still let me call them my parents? Forcing me to break rank, Matt pulled me close, I found myself hiding in his neck. Still slightly red, he gave that adorable grin of his, arms comfortably around my hips.

"Hi, I'm Matt, Mello's boyfriend. You must be his parents. Nice to meet you."