A/N: HOWDY, YA'LL! YES, IT'S AN EARLY UPDATE!

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So, this is the last chapter (sniff sniff) and to be honest...I preferred the one before. I don't know what's wrong with this, but I really couldn't think of anything else. Sorry, please forgive me if I ruin your UPDATE-HYPE! (I get them lol)

Anyways, I actually already have another Mello/Matt fic in the works (cos I'm THAT addicted to them), but it's going kinda slowly. Anyway, it's called Celestial (unless I change the name) and it's an AU. I've got...four chapters written or so. It probably won't be uploaded for a while...but if you're interested, please keep a lookout for it! I will love you. X3

Anyway, warnings for this chapter: swearing (almost definitely), innuendo (a quite funny one, I think. Cos I wrote it, and then realise what it was implying and I was like, O_O perverts have taken over my subconcious...) and...uh, yaoi? It is a yaoi fic...

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Chapter 7

Mello was sitting on the sofa, flicking through TV channels and uncharacteristically pondering upon nothing much, though it did mainly revolve around Matt.

The redhead himself was still sleeping, having emotionally exhausted himself the night before.

Scowling, Mello scrubbed his forehead for the umpteenth time that morning. He could still feel Matt's lips there, as if the sensation had been branded onto his skin.

Sighing, Mello dropped the television remote and put his head in his hands, ignoring whatever show he'd left on the screen. It was getting harder and harder for Mello to control himself around his best friend, especially now Matt had decided to bring in some slightly anti-orthodox features into their friendship. It was obvious the redhead thought of Mello only as a friend, even if he did proclaim his affection, hug and now even kiss the blond frequently.

Mello shook his head. He was getting ahead of himself. Matt had given him one peck on the forehead. That did not necessarily mean it was going to become a habit; he had been overwhelmed and confused at the time – it had more than likely just been a spontaneous action.

That didn't mean it hadn't affected Mello any less, though.

From that moment onwards, all the blond seemed to be able to think about was Matt, Matt's mouth, Matt's mouth on his forehead, his cheek, his lips, his–

Mello slapped himself on the bad side of his face, then clutched his cheek in his hands and moaned in pain. He realised he must look like a complete lunatic, but it didn't matter, as there was no one else to see.

Or so he thought.

"Mels? What are you doing?" Matt's voice came from behind the blond, who mentally groaned at the sound. This was really the last thing he needed right now.

"Mello?" Matt asked again, walking round to stand in front of his friend's form. Mello could see the redhead's feet through his fingers.

Matt gently pried Mello's hands from his face. Mello still refused to look up.

Tutting softly, Matt grasped the blond's chin with his fingers and lifted Mello's head to look at him. The redhead wasn't wearing his goggles for once, Mello noted.

"What's wrong, Mels?" Matt inquired tenderly.

Mello bit his lip before answering. "Knocked my face," he explained weakly.

Matt grimaced, brushing a feather-light hand over the ugly purple bruise marring Mello's right cheek. "I really am sorry about that," he apologised yet again.

Mello berated himself internally. He hadn't meant to make Matt feel guilty all over again. "It's fine," he assured his friend, "It was my fault in the first place for not telling you...that." He neatly avoided the subject of his semi-suicide.

Matt's face made it obvious to see he didn't buy it.

Mello quickly changed the subject. "You're up early," he said, "It's only half eight."

"Yeah, I had a nightmare, so I woke up earlier than normal and couldn't be bothered to get back to sleep," Matt explained.

Mello snorted. So like Matt. "What was the nightmare about?" he asked, curious.

Matt rolled his eyes. "It was daft, now I think about it. Something about that shinigami, apples and Near crying. Really creepy..."

Mello's eyelid twitched at the mental images. "I wish I hadn't asked," he said.

Matt laughed, plonking himself down next to his best friend. "So," he started, "yesterday you were talking about going swimming or something. Want to do that today?"

Mello stared at him. "But you hate going outside," he reminded Matt.

"I figured I should get over that now that there's no one to monitor," Matt explained.

Mello shook his head. "I don't want to force you to do something you don't enjoy. I'm not ridiculously keen on going swimming anyway."

Matt waved off his excuses. "Oh, come on, Mels! We don't have to go to the pool; the park'll be fine."

Mello considered briefly before reluctantly conceding. "If you're sure..."

Matt squinted in the bright daylight, pulling his goggles down to cover his eyes. "Ah, that's better." He glanced at Mello, who didn't seem to be having any problem with the sun at all. "I don't know how you survive."

"You vampire," Mello commented, shoving his hands in his pockets and walking down the park path to the kiosk, in front of which were a couple of tables and chairs. "Come on, let's sit down."

Matt followed, looking around. "Not many people here," he noted, fairly surprised. In films, they always showed parks as animated, bustling places filled with happy couples and screaming children.

"That's 'cause it's only nine in the morning," Mello told him, "Come two, it'll be jam-packed."

"Okay." Matt took his word for it.

The two sat at a table for two in the shade.

"You sure we won't get served here?" Matt asked, checking around for a waiter.

Mello chuckled. "Don't be daft, there's hardly ever anyone in the kiosk, let alone one willing to come out and take orders."

Matt nodded, reassured. "So is this where you went when you had to 'stretch your legs' during the case?" he asked.

Mello shrugged. "Sometimes. Normally I'd just wander around town for a bit, though."

Matt smiled crookedly. "I can't imagine you wandering. You always have a purpose," he told the blond.

"I did manage to end up at the chocolate store every time, granted." Mello laughed with his friend.

It was so pleasant to be out with Matt like this, with the sun glinting off his burgundy hair and illuminating the almost invisible smattering of freckles across his nose.

Mello didn't notice he was staring until Matt snapped his fingers in front of his face. Mello jolted to life, flushing lightly as he realised why Matt was looking at him like that, curious and cheeky, with one eyebrow raised.

"What'cha staring at, Mels?" Matt asked teasingly, smirking.

"You," Mello answered before he could catch himself. He blushed even deeper.

Matt laughed. "Well duh," he said, "Why?"

Mello quickly formulated an answer that couldn't possibly be taken the wrong way. "I was wondering where the hell you got those goggles from. I haven't seen anything like them anywhere."

Matt tilted his head to the side, still smiling slightly. "Oh, right. My brother gave me them when I was little," he told Mello, tapping his left lens.

Mello nodded silently, deciding not to take the subject any further. He knew Matt didn't really like talking about his late family.

"So now I've told you about my goggles, can you tell me about your rosary?" Matt asked.

Mello made a non-committal noise. "That story isn't half as interesting as yours. I got it from church when I was three. That's the first memory I have, actually." he smiled, reminiscing.

"Who gave it to you?" Matt pushed.

Mello shrugged. "Some priest. I dunno. It's not a very special one or anything, I just like it."

Matt reached over the table and picked up the crucifix from where it lay against Mello's chest. He pulled on it lightly, causing Mello to lean towards him over the table.

"Yeah, it's pretty," he said, examining how the light reflected off the cross glinted a subtle red. "Suits you."

Mello averted his eyes. "Thanks," he mumbled, not really sure of what else to say.

Matt frowned. "Y'know Mels, I might be over-thinking things a bit, but you've been acting kinda weird lately."

Mello froze. Crap. Had Matt caught on to his very non-friendly feelings?

"Nah, it's probably the whole resurrection thing. Truth be told, I've been feeling slightly out-of-sorts recently too," Matt backtracked by himself, not noticing Mello's rigid posture relax.

"Yeah," Mello agreed, "It's a bit odd, being sure of the existence of Heaven and Hell and then being brought back to life by some lazy-ass freaks in the afterlife instead."

"Too true," Matt laughed. "Hey, you wanna go check out that paddling pool thing? It's bloody massive."

"Sure, but I'm not going in."

"Suit yourself!"

Towelling dry his hair, Matt waked into his bedroom where Mello already was, lying flat on Matt's bed, reading a book.

Shaking his head, Matt dropped the towel and picked up his PSP. "Yeah, sure Mels, you can monopolise my bed, no problem, thanks for asking."

Mello didn't look away from the novel. "Think of it as revenge for you splashing me at the paddling pool."

"You already got your revenge!" Matt protested. "You dunked my head in it!"

Mello snickered at the memory. "True. Okay then, think of it as revenge for using my towel and dropping it on the floor afterwards, no less."

"Fine, fine." Matt switched on his game and started pressing buttons at high speed.

Mello embraced the comfortable silence, immersing himself once more in Luke Rhinehart's The Dice Man.

Over an hour later, Mello finished the book, and reached to grab the bar of chocolate he'd placed earlier on Matt's bedside table. He unwrapped the bar and took a large bite out of it, relishing the sharp snap.

The noise caused Matt to look up from his game (he wasn't wearing headphones, for once). When he saw Mello munching on his sixth bar of chocolate that day, he sighed fondly, pausing Mario Kart. "I swear, Mello, you eat so much chocolate, you'll probably turn into a bar yourself one of these days!"

Mello smirked. "Great! That way I'd be able to eat myself if there was a cocoa famine," he enthused, breaking off another mouthful.

Placing his PSP down, Matt climbed on the bed and crawled over to where Mello lay. The blond sat up quickly, not liking having to look up to see his friend.

Leaning closer, Matt brought his nose to Mello's neck and inhaled deeply. Mello dropped his chocolate.

"Yup, you even smell of chocolate," Matt announced, pulling away. "Though that's probably the gay-ass shampoo you use..."

Mello didn't hear him. His hands were clenched into fists and his teeth were gritted, trying to maintain his tenuous hold on his self-control.

"Mello?" Matt asked, concerned. "What's wrong?" He pushed a strand of blond hair away from his friend's face.

Mello completely lost control.

Flinging his arms around Matt's neck, Mello crushed his lips against the redhead's, impatiently ripping off his goggles when they got in the way.

Matt gasped, stunned, and fisted his hands in Mello's hair, appearing to deliberate between pushing the blond away or pulling him even closer. Mello didn't give him a choice, grabbing the back of Matt's head and tugging it harshly down, allowing the blond to abuse his lips with that much more ease.

Matt floundered, only semi-responsive, while his hands dropped Mello's hair and waved around, not knowing what to do with themselves. Eventually, though, they managed to secure a grip on Mello's shoulders and force him roughly away.

They gasped for breath for a while, Matt getting steadily redder and redder, while Mello hunched in on himself in shame.

"Mello, what the hell was that?" Matt demanded, his face crimson.

Mello shied away, ducking his head and stuttering apologies. "I'm so sorry, Matt, I tried to– Matt, don't, I...please, I can't go on like this, I– I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, forgive me, I've ruined everything!"

"Mello, Mello," Matt shushed him, calming down and patting Mello's shoulder, "You're not making sense. Why did you kiss me?"

"Well why do you think?!" Mello yelled, hysterical. "Why do you think I've been acting so weird for the past few weeks?! Why would anyone kiss anything?!"

Matt hesitated. "You...love me...as more than a friend?" He asked the obvious.

"Of course I do!" Mello screamed, frustrated and grief-stricken. "You don't have to return the feelings, though, I won't do anything like that again, I promise! We can go back to how it was before and you can forget it, just don't let me have ruined everything between us, please Matt, I couldn't live without you!" he burbled, tears springing to his eyes.

"I couldn't live without you either, Mels, you're being ridiculous," Matt told him, patting his head. "You haven't ruined anything. I was just shocked. Really, really shocked."

Mello looked at him, confused.

"I thought for sure you weren't interested in me," Matt admitted, blushing lightly. "I did all those things, I hugged you, I told you I loved you..."

"As a friend," Mello reminded him.

"Well, yeah. I chickened out a bit at first. But you didn't really act as if you wanted me like...well, you know...that, when I did those things, and I guess I just assumed that meant you were fine with us the way we were."

"I thought you were fine with us the way we were!" Mello accused.

Matt shook his head, mortified. "Uh...no. I've kind of wanted you since we were fourteen, Mello."

Mello stared at him. "Fourteen? And you've waited this long to tell me?!"

Matt looked down at his knees. "Sorry," he apologised.

Mello just pulled him down for another kiss.

This time, Matt responded eagerly, wrapping his arms firmly around Mello's waist and kissing him back so hard their teeth clashed together. Mello thrust his tongue into Matt's open mouth, intertwining it with the other youth's own.

Matt groaned loudly, "God, you even taste of chocolate!" he declared, forcing Mello onto his back and kissing him with renewed vigour, knees clamping down on the blond's waist. Mello wrapped his arms around Matt's middle, pulling him down onto his own body and rolling them so their positions were reversed.

I can't believe I unnecessarily waited four years for this, Mello thought to himself.

Matt didn't seem to like the idea of Mello being on top, and flipped them again, resulting in them crash-landing on the floor, Matt accidentally driving his knee into Mello's crotch.

While Mello curled up, cursing in pain, and Matt begged pardon profusely, all chemistry previously permeating the air dissipated. After Mello decided the pain had lessened enough that he could straighten out again, he scowled at Matt. "Way to put a damper on things, Jeevas," he snapped, only half-joking.

"Sorry," Matt said again, looking timid. He bit his lip. "Can we try again?"

Mello rolled his eyes. "Of course. But maybe not so mobile this time, okay?"

Finis.

A/N: YAY, THEY BOTH FINALLY GOT A CLUE! *celebrates*

So, as I said, I'm not completely satisfied with this chapter, but I just read it through, and it's not quite as bad as I remember. Maybe the Fanfic Fairies helped me out! XD

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