A.N

Yeah...this took a while. A combination of writers block, facebook and tumblr taking me down :(

Disclaimer: We do not Death Note

Matt

I couldn't sleep that night.

In retrospect I should've. My body was screaming for rest, but my mind was working far to hard to grant it the peace and quiet it required. Mello was all but dead to the world, happily burying himself into my bare shoulder, his slender form releasing the tension that it had held so firmly only hours ago.

I quietly moved off the bed at first light, wrapping him up in the blanket. Hunting around for my laptop, which I finally found in the lounge, I settled on the couch, flipping it open. I had to edit out those marks I had made on Mello from the last photo shoot before the director had my ass. It was overdue as it was.

Mello wandered out of the room a few hours later, ruffling his hair and hissing in pain with each step he took. I looked up, offering him a glass of water and two painkillers which he accepted gratefully, downing them in an instant.

"Thanks." He murmured, readjusting the waist of the sweatpants that covered his legs.

"Welcome." I replied, turning back to the computer, editing the fiftieth shot I had taken. Mello sat next to me, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Should've stayed in bed." He grumbled, poking my side with a pout.

I sighed, saving the picture. "Work's very overdue. Sorry." I wrapped an arm around his waist. "Don't be upset. I was going to make you breakfast but you woke up."

"Hnn…Can't. I have a meeting later today."

I nodded, shutting the laptop down. "Have something though. You may be a model but you dare stop eating or start throwing up to get skinnier I will kick your ass."

"Look who's talking. You go without food for three days then you stuff your face. And my habits are bad?" Mello huffed, putting his feet onto the coffee table.

I rolled my eyes, storing away the computer before standing and rummaging through the fridge for something quick and easy for him to eat which still had some semblance of nutrition. Grabbing a yoghurt, I forced it into his hand along with a spoon. "No arguments. Eat it."

Mello let out a small huff. I decided to ignore the 'no chocolate…' comment and get dressed myself. Sweats weren't exactly a great idea for walking the streets in the daytime. Sure early morning or late at night, but Mello had forbidden me to wear them out, saying I would look like a tramp if I did. Yeah. Thanks.

Ridding myself of the tramp clothes, I quickly squirmed into the attire that I wore yesterday, most of it scattering the floor. I should really start to keep clothes up here. Mello strolled in shortly after, raising an eyebrow as I adjusted the goggles in my hair to a more comfy position. "Quit staring and get dressed. You don't have long. I'll give you a ride."

"Thanks." Mello murmured, head inside the wardrobe as he tossed various articles of clothing aside, finally settling on something that looked like to me little more than jeans and t-shirt, but upon mentioning this, the death glare I got told me I was wrong. Very very wrong. I shook my head, walking out of the room to grab my car keys, walking out of his flat. I glanced at the lift, already having several people inside and more cramming into the small metallic room. I shuddered. Like hell I was getting into that. Even I would choose exercise.

I slid into the supple leather interior of my car with ease, running my fingertips over the steering wheel impatiently. When Mello finally decided to come down from the building he clambered in, ignoring me when I told him how long I had been waiting for him and simply instructed me to drive.

"I'm not a chauffer." I grumbled.

"You're my chauffer." Mello retorted with a grin.

"It's comments like that that will make me pull over and dump your ass on the curb. Or even better, while I'm driving." I huffed, cutting off the person in front of me, the horn beeping and string of obscenities falling on deaf ears.

Mello simply rolled his eyes, climbing out of the car when I pulled up at the extravagant skyscraper. Fucking corporate fatcats, you don't need that much room. Mello grinned at my unimpressed expression before climbing out. "I'll be about an hour." He told me before shutting the door and strolling inside with ease.

The hour seemed to be cut short when Mello all but ran out ten minutes later, a mixture of fear and upset on his face that he was struggling to conceal. "Drive." He told me when he slipped into the car.

"What happened?" I asked, turning to face him.

"Just fucking drive Matt!" He yelled. I didn't need further instruction. I floored it.