A.N.

Disclamier: Do not own

Matt

Mello wriggled out of my grip and landed on the floor with a soft thump. His eyes were open wide as he scrambled to his feet. "No." He stated bluntly, rearranging himself. "I top you or no sex at all. You can have anything else but you're not topping."

I kicked the blanket off that had wrapped itself between my ankles and helped him up. "Pretty silly saying I could have anything then deny me when I say what I actually do want." I sighed. Mello pressed himself against me, face burying itself into my shoulder and arms wrapping themselves around my neck.

"Sorry. Just…not that. 'Kay?" Mello murmured, voice muffling into my skin. I pet his hair in silent compliance. If he wasn't ready to tell then I wouldn't push him. I knew he would tell me what was on his mind in his own time. Even if it stung a bit that he couldn't tell me now. I mean it had been seven months since I'd accepted his advances and let him…ravish me and yet he couldn't tell me his problems? Yeah, I was a tad hurt, but nothing that a cigarette and some questing in Azeroth couldn't fix.

Mello calmed down after a few minutes, straightening his clothes and flipping his hair over his shoulder. "Want to go out for lunch?" He asked.

"Are we going to get mauled by rabid girls? Because if so…no."

Mello laughed, taking my hand. "Please Mattie?"

I sighed, going to getting my jacket. Fuck him and his manipulative smile.

I let Mello drag me down the stairs and past my car. "Aren't we going to dr-"

"No. You need exercise."

I rolled my eyes. "I think you fucking me for an hour and a half counts as my weeks worth of exercise." I murmured, letting him lead me down the street. He stopped outside small restaurant hidden in amongst a bookshop and a clothes store, skinny mannequins happily displaying they're scantily clad bodies. I shook my head at the sight. And the media is wondering why people were starving themselves.

Trundling into the shop, Mello ignored the heavily moustached man seating people and plonked himself down in the wooden chair, picking up a menu. He ran his finger along it, ordering for both of us. "I can order myself." I told him.

"You can barely use a washing machine. Sit down, shut up and enjoy what you get."

"Yes mum." I muttered sarcastically, ignoring the woman who brought the wine over. I did notice her eyes widen slightly as her eyes raked over Mello's body. Leaning over I kissed him pointedly. "Not paying you to eye rape him." I told her. She jumped, putting the wine bottle down and scuttled back towards the kitchen. I smirked.

Mello rolled his eyes. "Though I was possessive." He grumbled, looking up as the meal was placed in front of him. He took hold of his spoon and began digging in. I looked at my own meal in amusement.

"Fries. Really?" I grinned. "How did you get an Italian place to do that? This place is fancy Mells."

Mello simply grinned and continued picking through his risotto with little abandon. We finished the meal in comfortable silence and I was more than happy to listen to the gentle lull of conversation around me. (One of which ended with a break up. 'You took me here so I couldn't make a scene?') Mello was happily digging though his third chocolate brownie whilst the waiters watched him in amusement. I swear I heard one betting that he would have another two before he left. I didn't doubt that either.

Instead he got three to go and picked up his leather jacket, tugging it on. Throwing some bills onto the table, he composed himself, grabbed my arm and left.

"Did you drag me in there so you could show me how you have everyone under your foot? Because if it was it was pointless. I already know you're an ass."

Mello cuffed me head. "So I can't just treat you?" He grumbled. "Need to have a hidden motivation now huh?"

"No. Just seems like something you would do." Matt grinned. "Guess I just know you like that."