Zoza sez: Bonjour! I hope you all are having a wondrous day! I know I am! =) So yeah, my darling inspired my drive to make this a two-shot! So lucky yew! Or... unlucky yew... Idk you'll have to be the judge of that. Anyways thank you for the reviews for the last chapter! They may be few, but they're more than I could have ever hoped for in all my noobieness, so they mean more than you can imagine =)

Warningggg!: This will have steaminess, so if you have virgin eyes, do NOT continue! Oh, and there is "drug use" in this... But my viewpoint mirrors Matt's attitude on the subject in the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, or Fallout 3... Or PS3... But my brother does possess both, and his trash-talking inspired Matt's haha.

His room is below mine, so while I was writing, I heard him screaming all sorts of profane jeers... Made me giggle heehee. I had to edit them some, 'cause my bro's potty mouth is quite colorful.

During-the-Story Ear Secks: Video Kid by The Birthday Massacre; Face to Face by Daft Punk; Special K by Placebo

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"Haha! Suck it bitch!" Matt playfully chided as his thumbs moved with expertise along his shiny new Playstation 3 controller, "Oh, you want some of this? Stupid fuckin' yaogai, you are no match for this shit!"

He was going on his eleventh hour of playing Fallout 3, and he hadn't stopped since he put the game into the console, pausing only every now and then to light a cigarette. The night before, Mello had suprised Matt with the gift-wrapped Playstation 3. Mello said it was for all the birthdays that he had missed, and he couldn't keep himself from tightly wrapping his arms around the blonde when the gift was unveiled. It was a little more than an awkward moment afterwards, but Mello managed to keep his composure when he mumbled out a "You're welcome." Though he probably soon regretted giving the gift, because Matt neglected sleep in favour of staying up all night buzzing out on energy drinks and playing Fallout 3.

"Yeah, you dumb motherfucker! What do you think of that? Oh yeah, nothing cause you're dead, asshole!" his character was picking up the dead, pixelated corpse and swinging it around like a ragdoll, and Matt began speaking in a demented falsetto tone, "Ooooh look at meeee! I'm just a dead fuckhead! Woot! I'm gunna bash my head into this rock. Whack Whack Whack!"

He erupted into a fit of laughter as he continued treating the corpse like a marionette. He was enjoying his little game so much that he almost ignored the loud sound of glass breaking that resonated from the bathroom. It didn't take a rocket scientist to guess that the sound was from a mirror breaking, and Matt had an inkling as to why exactly said mirror broke. For the first time in over eleven hours, Matt saved his game and shut it off. He made his way over to the bathroom door of their small apartment, and through it he could hear Mello mumbling curses.

"You alright in there?" Matt knocked before he entered, and he shook his head at the sight he walked in on. Mello was sloppily wrapping gauze around his hand over the sink that had specks of fresh blood splattered around it. The mirror hadn't been in good shape previously, for Mello had smashed it a few weeks earlier, but now it was all in pieces around the sink and floor, "Well, if you didn't get it before, you sure as fuck finished it off now."

Mello scoffed as he looked angrily up at Matt from under his bangs. The expression on his face made it quite clear to Matt that he was not amused with his little remark.

"C'mon, Mello. You can't go breaking mirrors every time you get a little self-conscious. Oh god, you're doing that all wrong, let me see your hand."

Matt carefully grasped Mello's messily dressed hand and replaced the bandages more securely.

Mello pulled his mouth into a pissed-off smirk and mumbled, "Fine, Dr. Matt. Do I get a lollipop and sticker afterwards?"

The blonde hissed as Matt pulled the bandage a little too tight over his wound due to Mello's sassy mouth.

Matt finished wrapping Mello's hand, and then began picking up the shards of mirror that were scattered along the bathroom sink and floor. Mello sighed and bent down to grab Matt's hands. The redhead looked up, surprised by the sudden contact, as Mello pulled him back up to standing position.

"I'll get that, Matt. I'm sorry. It's just... I'm so gross looking now." Mello gritted his teeth as he covered the left side of his face with his hand. Matt instantly reached up to softly pull away the hand Mello had just raised to his face. Beneath it was the scar from the explosion Mello had endured. Matt couldn't resist lightly trail his fingers over it, but Mello flinched away just as he touched the healing skin.

Matt frowned at the blonde's skittish behavior, "Oh calm down, Mels. I know it doesn't hurt anymore."

Mello rolled his eyes as he mumbled, "Yeah well, that doesn't mean I'm alright with it now. Just look at it! I'm deformed! At least I can hide the other ones. My fucking face is ruined, Matt."

Matt sighed. Leave it to Mello to get all bent out of shape now that he wasn't pretty anymore, at least in his own standards, but there really was no point in complaining. He only had himself to blame for the burns, but last time Matt had reminded Mello of that fact, he got himself a nice little shiner on his left eye.

"It's healing really nicely though," Matt said, attempting to bring Mello's mood up, though he knew all too well that that was impossible, "You're lucky, it could be a lot worse."

Mello frowned as he lifted an eyebrow at Matt, his own little way of saying "Oh really?", but then he relaxed his features and gave Matt a half-smile. He knew he needed to quit being such a prick, Matt was only trying to help.

Matt smiled softly back. He hadn't been lying; his burns really had healed a lot.

For the past six months, Matt had been ever-so diligently tending to Mello's wounds. Mello was basically bed-ridden for the first month, and it nearly drove the blonde insane. It probably didn't help much that Matt kept remarking on how now he probably would get fat now that he wasn't active and the only thing he wanted to consume was mass quantities of chocolate. Of course, Matt forced him to eat other things that he considered were more appropriate forms of sustenance, but Mello could hardly call the concoctions Matt created "food". Mello couldn't understand whyMatt had now decided to "practice" cooking.

About two weeks after the explosion that brought the two together, they decided to find someplace else to reside instead of a shitty motel room. They found a nice enough place to rent for cheap, and when they finally settled in, Matt went into some crazy homemaker mode. It amazed Mello, for Matt was never one to get up off of his ass and actually do things. Granted, he still sat around for the majority of the day playing his video games, but for some reason he had gotten really into cooking. For the first few months his food tasted horrid. He played around with seasoning too much, and many meals had been burnt when he had gotten so entranced with his video games after he put something in the oven. Eventually, his culinary abilities improved, though things still got burnt from time to time, but when Mello was finally healed enough to be able to leave the confines of his bedroom, he bought a cooking alarm, which resolved that matter.

Though relieved that he could finally be out and about, it took quite some time for Mello to adjust to the stares from people he encountered. At first, he would return home barely minutes after leaving the apartment, too self-conscious to deal with the ever-constant scrutiny, but he began to feel bad about sending Matt out to get his chocolate, and he was becoming more and more stir-crazy by the day. The months flew past, and Mello's burns healed, leaving rippled, pink scars behind that constantly reminded Mello of how he was a "failure". Matt, of course, would chastise Mello for his self-pity. Mello knew he was right, that he should stop being such a pussy and quit fussing over something that was his own fault, but he was just so used to being physically flawless that it stung him every time he looked into the mirror now and saw his scar. Now thanks to that mirror, his hand was torn up. Wonderful.

Mello guided, rather pushed, Matt out of the bathroom so that he could finish cleaning up the mess he had made. He grabbed the broom from the kitchen, swept up the shards of glass, and returned to the living room where his redheaded companion sat in front of the T.V., shouting all sorts of obscene profanities at his game.

"Matt, I'll be back in a bit. I gotta go get my bike looked at," Mello said to his friend before he turned around and walked out the door.

Concentrating too hard to reply, Matt simply mumbled an affirmative "Mmhhm" back. Once again, he was wandering in his own computer-generated world.

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"You like that, you dumb fucking slut? Suck my dick, bitch! Yeah, chainsaws aren't that fun when they're going up your ass, are they? Hah!"

Had Mello not known any better, he would have thought that he was about to walk in on some sadistic rape scene. From the doorway, he yelled for Matt to come outside with him for a moment.

"Why? - Haha motherfucker! I just owned your ass!"

Mello rolled his eyes, "I have a surprise, pause that damn thing, you tard."

The sounds of people being massacred stopped abruptly, and Matt, wielding a smile, walked out the door with Mello.

"So, what's the surprise? You already got me the game, that's more than enough. You shouldn't have got- Holy shit! That... can't be..." Matt could hardly form words as he gazed upon the beauty of an apple-red Trans-Am, "Is that... My car?"

Mello laughed and shook his head, "Well, it's not your old car. But it is your car. I got curious as to why you sighed longingly at every Trans-Am we drove by, but I finally understood after I saw the picture of you and your old car in your wallet. I decided to go find one exactly like it."

Matt couldn't stop himself from embracing Mello. This was the grandest present he had ever received, and it was the most considerate thing Mello had ever done for him. The blonde flinched at first, but he wrapped his arms around Matt as well. Though he never admitted it, he loved the contact. After six months of living with Matt, and the redhead tending to his burns, he had become accustomed to the closeness the two of them shared.

Matt stepped back a few moments later, with an almost apologetic smile, "You really didn't have to do this. I mean, I love it. It's seriously the best present I could ever get, but this is too much. I wouldn't have asked this of you."

Mello shook his head, and looked back at Matt, "I owe you a lot more than this. I can never completely make up for what I've done, and I can never repay you for what you've done for me. I at least want to make sure you're happy."

Matt chuckled softly. He ran his hands through his hair, and he glanced back at Mello with a smile, "Cars and games are terrific and all, but really, just being here with you again makes me happy. Thank you, though. You rock, Mels."

Mello felt his cheeks heat up, and he quickly looked away from Matt. Once he felt his face cool down he playfully shoved at Matt and laughed, "Okay, enough with the mushy stuff, Ginger-head. Let's head back inside now. Oh, here's the key. We can go on a little joy ride later."

He tossed the keys to Matt before he turned around to head back to the apartment. Matt followed him back, still grinning from ear to ear.

Once inside, Matt got a mischievous thought. Mello caught a glimpse of Matt's face, and he was curious about the sly smile spreading across his features.

"Okay, what are you up to?" Mello raised an eyebrow and pursed his lips.

"Hey, you wanna get ripped?" Matt asked Mello.

Mello was confused for a moment. Matt never worked out, surprisingly, for he was skinny even though he did almost nothing all day. Then he remembered the other connotation for "ripped".

"Wait, you still smoke pot? I thought you didn't do drugs anymore? What the fuck, Matt?" Mello was getting livid. He couldn't understand why Matt had lied to him, and it hurt like hell.

"Hey, pot isn't a drug. It's completely natural. And If you can manage to acquire a Medical Marijuana card, it's perfectly legal... kind of... Gotta love California!" Matt was shocked that Mello would get so pissy. It wasn't like he was on smack again or anything.

Mello paused for a moment. Matt kind of did have a point. But he wasn't sure he was okay with condoning it. Finally, he decided that Matt could do it if he really wanted to, but Mello didn't want to play any part in it.

"Count me out. The shit makes you stupid, which explains a lot about you," the blonde laughed, and the redhead joined in, loving that Mello was okay with it.

"Hey, don't knock it 'til you've tried it, my friend. And it only makes you stupid while you're high. Your mind goes back to normal after you eat some food and sleep," Matt chided while he walked quickly to his room. Mello sat himself down on the couch, and turned on the T.V. He was unsuccessful at finding something he deemed good enough to watch, so he just settled on an heavy metal station and just zoned out to the sounds of guttural vocals.

About ten minutes later Matt emerged from his room, reeking of burning cannabis, glass pipe in hand. Mello opened his eyes and immediately rolled them, "Do not tell me you're gunna smoke that out here."

Matt giggled foolishly as he plopped himself next to Mello, "No, Blondie. You're gunna smoke it out here. What the hell are you listening to? I'm changing this, if you don't mind"

Mello looked at Matt, dumbfounded, as the redhead browsed through the music channels until he found an alternative rock station, "I told you I wasn't going to try that shit, Matt."

"Oh shit, Mels. If anybody should smoke this shit, you should. You need to calm down," Matt chuckled as he handed Mello the pipe.

Mello just looked at it for a moment. He wasn't quite sure why he even took it out of the redhead's hands, but he had to admit, it was a pretty pipe. The glass was smooth, and had swirls of blue and green embedded into it, and it was very resonated, giving a shiny dark undertone to the colors and the clear parts of the glass. He sighed, and then looked at Matt. Matt simply lifted his eyebrows, patiently waiting for Mello to take a hit. Realizing that there was no harm in just trying it, he attempted to take a hit. He lit the bowl with Matt's lighter and slowly inhaled. Resisting the urgent need to cough, Mello managed to hold in his breath. After about ten seconds, he exhaled, coughing slightly.

Matt was thrilled. He never knew it would be so easy to convince Mello to get high with him. He gave him a dopey smile, "Take another."

Mello did as Matt requested, and while doing so, he had an idea. After he filled his lungs with smoke, he grabbed the bottom of Matt's chin and turned the redhead to face him.

Matt's hazy thoughts couldn't quite comprehend what the blonde meant to do, until Mello closed his eyes and place his parted lips over Matt's own. Mello exhaled into Matt's mouth, and Matt breathed in the air from the other's lungs. Matt held it in for a few moments, and then let it out, his face still not even a centimeter away from Mello's. So many emotions surged through him, and a longing hidden deep within him surfaced. His heart was racing, and he felt it might burst out of his chest, especially when Mello suddenly closed the gap between their lips.

The last thing Matt ever thought would happen was taking place, and his mind was in a daze of bewilderment.

Mello knew he was risking everything in this moment, but he couldn't have stopped himself if he tried. Maybe it was the pot, but for some reason, the being this close to Matt felt so... right. A fragment of comprehension passed through his mind, and he almost pulled his face away from the redhead's until he felt an arm wrap around him, tightening itself to bring Mello closer. He opened his mouth to let a gasp escape, and Matt took advantage of this by sliding his tongue into the opening. Matt's tongued teased Mello's, begging him to join in on the little dance, and Mello complied, lightly sliding his tongue along Matt's.

They barely noticed their bodies shifting, Mello slightly pushing down on Matt until he was lying with his back to the couch. Mello moved himself so his knees were next to both sides of Matt's hips, and he ever-so lightly ground his own hips against Matt's. Matt accidently broke the kiss off when he inhaled sharply, taken off guard by the sensation that ran throughout his body due to the friction Mello caused. He ran his fingers through Mello's hair, and then tried pulling the blonde's mouth back to his, but much to his dismay, Mello pulled back.

The blonde panted as he gazed at Matt's half-lidded eyes, which were now filled with disappointment. The disgruntled look upon Matt's face made Mello let out a breathy chuckle, which caused the redhead's frown to deepen. Mello laughed again as he got off of the couch, pulling Matt up as well. He gripped softly at Matt's shirt and began leading him towards his bedroom door. Matt was puzzled for a moment, until he realized what direction Mello was pulling him. Finally understanding the blonde's intentions, Matt immediately caught Mello's lips with his own, and began, guiding - or rather, pushing - Mello, until his back was shoved up against the closed door. Mello had to break the ferocious kiss to turn the door's knob, but Matt hungrily caught the blonde's lips once again as they entered the bedroom.

They were a stumbling mess as they made their way to the bed. When they finally reached their destination, Mello sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Matt down on top of him as he leaned back into the mattress. Their bodies slid themselves until they were both lying completely on the bed, with Matt atop Mello. Both were so caught up in the burning passion welling within themselves due to the entangling of their tongues that they didn't want to part their lips, but it became necessary when they began wanting to feel more of each other's heated skin.

Matt trailed light kisses along Mello's jawline, mixing in little nips and bites every so often, sending shivers of lust throughout Mello's entire being. As Matt continued his teasing, he grasped at the zipper on Mello's vest and tugged it down. After separating the clasp at the bottom, he reached into the opening of the vest and placed his hand on the silky flesh underneath. Mello gasped, the pressure deep within him building to a much higher level from the feeling of Matt caressing and feeling the outlines of his chest and muscles. He leaned forward slightly to finish taking off his vest, and when he lied back down, his half lidded eyes shot wide open from the next sensation he felt.

Matt was trailing more kisses and light bites along his torso, and tauntingly swirling his tongue around the edge of his nipples, skillfully avoiding the pink buds, causing Mello to groan lustily. Just as Mello was becoming impatient, Matt latched on to a hardened nipple, swirled his tongue around it's edges, and nipped at it ever so lightly while he used one hand to play with the other. Mello bucked his hips up, and a throaty moan escaped from his lips when he felt Matt's other hand grasp the ever-hardening bulge as he thrust. Matt gently squeezed the throbbing member that was begging to be released from the constricting tight leather. He removed his mouth and hand from the blonde's chest, and sat up, still groping Mello with his other hand.

Mello leaned forward, grasped at the bottom of Matt's striped sweater, and pulled it over the redhead's shoulders. After discarding the clothing article on the floor, he trailed his hands along the taut muscles of Matt's chest. He was so enthralled by the smoothness, and the sheer beauty of his soon-to-be lover, that he felt overcome with a sense of pure joy. To be this close to Matt was something he had wished for only in the farthest depths of his subconscious, and now that his wish was becoming reality, he was overwhelmed. He wrapped his arms around the torso of the redhead that was kneeling over him, and nudged his face softly against Matt's stomach.

Matt reached up a hand to toy with Mello's blonde locks, and gently pulling them as he felt the sensation of Mello's tongue gliding across the area of skin just above the edge of his jeans. Mello moved his own hands to the buckle of Matt's belt, quickly unclasped it, and then began unbuttoning Matt's pants. Matt began doing the same to Mello, only with one hand nimbly unlacing his leathers while the other still clung to the back of Mello's head. Mello kicked off his pants, leaving himself completely bare, for it was impossible to wear anything underneath his favorite leathers. He then pulled Matt's jeans down, boxers included, around his hips until Matt was had to slide them the rest of the way off for him.

There they sat, completely nude, Matt still kneeling over Mello who was leaning back on his elbows, mouth agape, and eyes taking in the magnificence of his red-trussed love. Their erections stood proudly, finally free of their constricting clothing, and their lust filled eyes were glued to each other. Mello leaned forward to clasp his hands around Matt's neck, and brought him back down upon him as he rested back into the mattress. Their lips met once again, and they kissed with fiery passion, tongues tasting every part of the other's mouth.

Matt's hand trailed down Mello's torso, softly massaging it as he wandered, until it got teasingly close to the origin of the fire within Mello. The blonde's hips bucked as he felt his stiff member being grasped, and his throat emitted a soft moan, which grew into a hoarse groan when Matt began slowly pumping his hand up and down Mello's shaft. Mello bit down on Matt's lower lip, the hot coil deep within him winding more and more as the redhead continued. Mello nearly whimpered in utter disappointment when Matt stopped all of a sudden to reach into his nightstand's drawer. He retrieved a small bottle of what Mello guessed was K-Y, and he poured some of the substance onto his hand. Mello spread his legs, understanding what was to come, and braced himself for the gentle and knowing hand that began to prepare him for the amazing moment that was to come after.

Of course, neither of them were innocents. In their previous lines of work, virginities were not something that could be easily kept. Yet Matt was amazed at how tight Mello was, and he hoped he wouldn't cause the blonde any pain, but Mello was writhing, loving every second of Matt's touch. There was absolutely nothing in this world that could make any amount of pain not worth being there with Matt, and the feeling of him inside.

"Oh... Matt! Ahhh!" Matt had found the spot inside Mello that drove him to the brink of climaxing. He nibbled on Matt's ear and whispered, "Matt... Now... I want it all."

The redhead was all too happy to oblige. After slathering his own stiffened length in lubricant, he positioned himself above Mello, while the blonde's arms and legs wrapped around him, bringing him closer. The sensation of being completely filled came over Mello as Matt guided himself into his flaxen haired beauty. Their movements were sporadic at first, both simply enjoying the feeling of each other being so connected, then they steadied out into a more even rhythm, their moans and sighs keeping time to the beat.

Their lips met, then parted again when they needed to breathe, or let out a groan of pleasure. Matt was skillfully managing to hit Mello's prostate with each thrust he gave, and the blonde was nearing the peak of this ultimate high. When Matt began pumping Mello's hardened member in time to his deep thrusts, Mello was unable to hold it in any longer, and with one last lusty moan, his seed was spilled all over the two lover's chests. Matt followed soon after, filling his love with his own essence.

Matt collapsed next to the blonde, who snuggled up closer to him. They dozed off for about an hour, until they decided to take a shower together to wash off the sticky mess. They then returned to bed, holding each other in their arms with no intention of ever letting go.

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They both were still wide awake, and Matt knew it was about time he spoke his mind. Though he loved every minute he had spent intertwined with Mello, he couldn't help but feel that all this affection had more behind it than he realized. He grasped Mello's hand, and then finally spoke.

"Hey, Mels?" He half-stuttered.

"Hmm? Yeah, Ginger-Head?" Mello mumbled, one eye peeking at him while the other was covered by a pillow.

"What's this all about?" Matt asked, while Mello simply blinked "The game, the car, and last night. Not that I wasn't totally blissed out by everything, I seriously couldn't possibly be happier right now, but, there's something else you haven't told me, isn't there?"

Mello sat up. He knew that he would have to say something eventually, so he was rather glad that Matt had already somewhat caught on. He just hadn't suspected it to be so quickly.

"I wanted to make up for the things I've done to you... and the things I'm about to do as well..." the blonde said it with a dark undertone, and his word choice had Matt immediately in a worried frenzy.

"'About to do'! You don't mean... You're not going to leave again are you? I swear if you-"

"No! I'm not going to leave you ever again!" Mello cut him off before he even could finish the thought, "It's just... Well..."

The blonde sighed. He guessed it was better to spit it out right then and there, "I want to keep going. I want to keep fighting Kira. I need to find him. I just... have to.." Mello's eyes begged pleadingly at Matt's for understanding.

Matt knew what Mello asked. He wanted Matt to allow him to continue battling Near in this possible suicide mission. Mello was startled when he heard Matt chuckle. He did not in the least bit expect him to laugh at this request.

"Didn't you hear me the first time? I said I would follow you even to my own death," Matt smiled at the blonde. Those crystal blue eyes melted his soul, and he knew that he could never live without those eyes again. As long as he had his Mello, he didn't care what he was doing, "I love you, Mello. Always have, always will."

Mello smiled and pounced onto Matt. Matt was allowing him to complete the one thing he had set out to do from the beginning, and in doing so assured his feelings for the redhead even more.

"I love you too, Ginger."

He hoped that he wasn't leading Matt to his death, but in his heart, he knew if he did lose him, he would make sure to follow him soon very after.

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Zoza: Oh goodness this took forever for my brain to poop out. With school and whatnot, I could only work on this one increment at a time, so it was very slow going. But yay! 'Tis finished!

My darling, Haylee, you inspired me to write this lil tidbit, so thank you for all your encouragement! You are my favorite gamer, and I love you dearly. Sorry I suck so bad at Halo, I know when you play with me you'd rather be playing with my brother XD but I understand... I can be a poor sport at games I epically fail, but there's always Dragon Age! Haha! I adore you. You are the nicotine-addicted gamer to my chocoholic, literally. This little addition is your birthday present that I couldn't afford. Thank you for making me smile 24/7.

As to all of the others that read this and the first part, you make my day shine bright and you make me feel like I'm surrounded by fluffy newborn kittens. This was my first lemony thingy, so if you would kindly take that into consideration before you berate me, it would be much appreciated! Haha, I'm just messing. Say what you will, I promise to not take it too terribly. =) Tank you so much! I love you all!