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I Blame the Alcohol	By : karaage Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male Views: 2371 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note nor am I making any money from this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Jack Daniels equals Big Trouble
- 2-The Morning After
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"You don't fall in love with a gender, you fall in love with a person. You fall in love with a personality, a friend, someone who is always there for you when need them, even if you don't know it."

"Matt?" Mello asked him questioningly. Matt looked at the confused and slightly hung over blonde and knew everything was fucked.

Oh FUCK!

Matt couldn't get his mouth to work. "What's going on, Matt?" Mello growled through his teeth. Matt wanted nothing more than to disappear. "Do you, um, remember anything that happened last night?" Matt whispered, his throat going dry. "What. Happened. Matt?" Mello he growled louder through his teeth, getting even more pissed. Matt opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Matt looked at him, he just couldn't tell him. After a long intense silence, Mello temper over boiled. "GET OUT!" Mello screamed throwing punches and pushing the red head forcefully from the bed. "JUST GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, GODDAMMIT!" Matt hit the floor. He recovered quickly and scampered out the door as fast as he could, slamming the door behind him.

What the fuck just happened? Matt slumped down against the closed door, too shocked to really do or think of anything at the moment. He fucked it up, he fucked everything up. WHY? He grabbed fistfuls of his hair, pulling so hard it felt like it would tear from the roots at any second. Wasn't it bad enough that he had… fallen, no that wasn't the right word was it? Feelings, that word sounded better. That he had feelings for his best friend , his male best friend, but now he had totally taken it to a new level, what the hell was he thinking last night? Was he even thinking at all? FUCK! I NEED A CIGARETTE! He got up and crossed over to the kitchen.

Mello sat on his bed too shocked to really do anything. Through the pain of his migraine, everything that happened last night was a little fuzzy. He remembered the whiskey, the mirror, his hand. He looked down at his right hand. It was perfectly bandaged. He remembered the feeling of callous hands gently and lovingly bandaging his injuries after he punched the mirror. Oh God, I remember! He remembered putting on Matt's shirt. The way Matt found him, lying on the bathroom floor crying. The way he bandaged his wounds so carefully. The way Matt had cared for him, the way Matt had kissed him. He reached up and place a fingers gently to his lips. He could still feel the way the red heads felt on his, the way his tongue felt in his mouth. It had really happened, everything, every word, every action, it wasn't a dream.

He sluggishly got up from the bed, and slowly walked over to the door. He hesitantly opened it and looked out into the apartment. His eyes spotted Matt standing hunched over the kitchen counter, his bare back facing the bedroom door. Mello stood there for a moment looking at the rippling muscles of his shoulders, the strong curvature of his spine. Matt straightened up and brought a cigarette to his lips. He couldn't help but notice the red head's hands were shaking extremely bad. He pushed off the door face and walked slowly to the bathroom, silently closing the door with his foot, so he didn't have to look at the pair of eyes that had followed him.

Matt watched Mello as he surfaced from the bedroom. He didn't hide it anymore, it was only a matter of time before Mello kicked him out of the apartment anyway. Hell he was forcefully, well forced, from the bed this morning. If that was any indication, it was only a matter of time. So he watched. Engraving the image in his mind of Mello in his stripes that practically engulfed his petite frame; the way his blonde hair was mussed from sleeping on his chest last night; the slight purple and red love bites he had made on his exposed neck and shoulders. God, he never felt this possessive in his life, not over anything or anyone! He had really fucked up….

Mello looked up at what was left of the mirror, noticing the love bites on his neck. He remembered the feel; Matt was all teeth and strong lips. He sighed, and splashed some cold water on his face. What was weird was it kinda didn't bother him. To be quite honest, on the other hand, he was scared shitless. The whole situation was nothing but awkward. He had overreacted this morning, like he was always doing, letting his temper get the best of him. Matt was always there, it had always baffled him why. How can you stay so long with someone else who is completely opposite of you? Was it the excitement from the unknown ways of which they did things? Or is it something more, something deeper? I don't know why he is still with me after all these years, or why I allowed him to be this close to me. Maybe I just keep him around because…somehow he has always canceled out my rage...Every fight, every single tantrum, every angry outburst, only he could rein it in, NEVER anyone else. Mello stood there eyeing the love bites for a moment, till an odd sound broke through the silence.

Curious, he turned from the mirror and opened the door a crack, peeping out. Matt was sitting on the couch playing his DS as if nothing had changed, cigarette dangling from his mouth like always. The sound was coming from the headphones he was wearing. The music was so loud the blonde could probably make out the words if he listened hard enough. It sounded like the same industrial rock shit he always listened to, till he heard the lyrics.

"What do I have to do?  Why can't this hurt be through? I'm going head-on to something, I know I will fail. Why can't this kiss be true? Why won't you please let me through? I don't understand why you always push me away. The last thing I would like to do before I go away, is cry there next to you. Cry and talk about the good old days and where they've gone-"

Matt ripped the headphones off his head and threw them across the room. He didn't want to hear the rest of the song, it was the one he had labeled as his and Mello's song. It described him and the blonde perfectly. Only he would pick a song from Korn as their song. He shook his head. There was no their, no we, no anything. They were barely even friends anymore. He turned off his DS, and placed it beside him on the couch. "Fuck it." He muttered loudly, putting out his half smoked cigarette in the ash tray before standing up, still shirtless. He walked around the length of the couch and looked up to see Mello standing in the doorway of the bathroom, staring at him.

"When do you want me out?" Matt asked as he headed to the kitchen. After pulling the nutella down, he went to the fridge. Just as he grabbed the carton of milk, he felt a hand on his. "Clean out your backseat." Mello said softly. He pulled his head out of the fridge to look at Mello. "What?" "I don't like repeating myself, Clean out your backseat. Maybe you can teach me how to play that game with all the cool bikes and huge swords." The blonde gave him a small smile. "You mean, Final Fantasy? You want to play it?" Matt looked at their hands, then back at Mello. He slowly pulled his hand out from under the blonde's and away from the fridge and returned to the counter, pouring him a glass. "Yeah." Mello said, nodding. Matt sat the carton down.

"Why are you doing this Mello?" He whispered, gripping the jar of nutella. "I'm not doing anything." Mello answered bewildered. That did it; he was passed his boiling point. He threw the nutella against the wall. "Don't give me that bullshit!" Mello's eyes went round; he had NEVER seen Matt get pissed. It was just so unlike him. "I just can't go back to being what we were, not after what happened. I just can't! I know that you want nothing more than to forget about it and move on like nothing happened but I can't! I can't forget!" He reared back and buried his fist in the cabinet in front of him. "GODDAMMIT!" He pulled his hand out of the hole he had made and shook it, hissing through his teeth. That fucking hurt. Mello walked over and grabbed his hand,examining it. It didn't seem like he had broken anything, the worst he could have done was sprained it or one of his fingers.

"Listen, I'm only going to say this once." Mello stared up at him with that patented 'you dumbass' glare of his. "I never want to forget last night. You should know me better than that; I wouldn't do anything to pacify someone else, like I give a shit. If I really wanted you gone I wouldn't have told you to bring your stuff back up. I never do anything I don't want to." He stared at him for a bit. "I never seen you like this." He paused, "I don't like it." He added as an afterthought.

He walked over to freezer and grabbed an ice cube and brought it back, rubbing it over the red head's busted knuckles. Matt stared up at him, astonished, what the blonde had said not quite sunk in yet. Matt watched, quite speechless, as the blonde massaged his knuckles with the melting ice.

After a long silence, Mello chuckled, "You can be a real dumbass sometimes." He shook his head. Matt grinned, "You can be such a bastard sometimes, you know." The red head replied.

Matt took his hand out of Mello's grip and grabbed the back of his neck pulling him forward and placing his lips softly on the blonde's forehead. Mello hesitantly wrapped his arms around the muscular man in front of him. He was a man, but it didn't matter. He was Matt. His Matt and nothing else mattered. He buried his head in the red head's bare shoulder, breathing in that scent, that scent that was just him.

"Did you mean what you said last night?" Matt whispered, his face buried in blonde hair. "Yes." Mello said hoping for a second that the answer would be muffled. He was still scared; it was new territory, for both of them.

Damn it, just grow a pair! You call yourself a Mafioso?

"I don't want anything to happen to you. Especially if something like what happened to me happened to you. I wouldn't ever forgive myself for putting you in that kind of danger. You don't deserve this. I never wanted to put you in any danger. You mean too much to me. You're too much under my skin. I can't get you out." He didn't know what possessed him to say that last part. His raised his head, looking into those beautiful green eyes he hardly ever got to see.

"I don't care about the danger. You need me and that's all I care about. You'll never know how much that means to me. I know you want me safe, but I want to be useful to you. You can't solve this case without me."

"Well, aren't you a cocky son of a bitch." Mello said with a smirk. Matt answered with a smirk of his own. "Only when it involves you."

Mello pushed Matt up against the counter, curling a hand into the hair at the back of his neck, and pressed his lips to his, grinding his hips against his. God their bodies fit so well together. He wanted to knock this cocky bastard off his pedestal. He was taking no prisoners. He suckled and nipped at the red head's bottom lip, drawing blood and a moan from him. It excited him far too much. He flicked his tongue over the cut as Matt opened his mouth, allowing access to the blonde's demanding tongue. He assaulted the inside of his mouth, exploring every nook and cranny. They battled for dominance with their tongues; Matt had let Mello have fun, now it was his turn. Just as he was about to pull the blonde closer, Mello pulled away. Matt let out a groan of protest. "We'll see about that." Mello said with an evil smirk as he gave Matt a pat on his head and walked away.

He turned around when he got to the living room, and saw a completely shocked Matt. He grinned. "What are you waiting for? Put the milk up and bring the Nutella." Matt stared at him before glaring. That fucking tease. None the less, he scrambled to do what the other had said, as Mello walked back to the bedroom.

Once Matt had joined him in the bedroom, Mello grabbed the nutella, unscrewing the jar. He shoved Matt's index finger into it. Then he slowly licked the gooey substance off the digit like it was one of his chocolate bars. He pulled the stunned teen farther into the bedroom, with such a wicked grin that it made Matt wonder for a second if he should be afraid.

Mello shoved him to the bed, setting the jar of chocolaty goodness on the night stand as he devoured the red head's lips hungrily. The other moaned into the kiss, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. Matt smirked and pulled back for breath, staring into those beautiful azure eyes. Mello smirked and pulled at his jeans, tugging them down and off before pushing the redhead down onto the mattress, purring evilly. "Now I think you could use a little improvement." He purred as he got up and pulled Matt's boxers off. He grabbed the jar of Nutella and opened it. He moved close and poured the sticky liquid down his abs over his cock. coating it well.

Matt laughed as he watched him, shaking his head. "I knew it." The blonde grinned. "What? Chocolate covered Matt is my favorite." He purred before his tongue flicked out and licked at the gooey mess on his stomach. Matt moaned his approval and laced his fingers into the blonde's hair, tugging slightly. Once the Nutella was cleaned from his chest, the blond ran his nails over Matt's chest, taking a nipple in between his fingers and giving it a playful twist. Mello then pulled his own shirt off and threw it across the room with a predatory smile.

Matt moaned and arched into the blonde, running his hands over his bare back. He wrapped his legs around the small waist, pulling him closer and rubbing himself against Mello's cock.

"You want me?" Mello purred as leaned down and nipped at the redhead's hip bones, gaining a loud gasp from the other.

"I've always wanted you." He smirked, pulling him closer still. Mello gave a wicked smirk and ran his tongue down Matt's cock, lapping the Nutella off slowly, before taking the tip into his mouth. Matt moaned loudly as he arched his hips, wanting to feel more of that warm mouth on his hard member. Mello bobbed his head up and down, dipping the tip of his tongue into the slit. Matt threaded his fingers into those blonde locks, tugging slightly. "Ahhh, fuck, nhhh... M-Mello." He arched his hips again, as a wave of pleasure hit him. The blond hollowed out his cheeks and sucked on the tip of Matt's erection while one hand moved down and began to tease his balls. Matt let out a strangled scream, it felt so good. "Fuck... M-Mells....Ahhh... Oh..Fucckk.." He moaned, pulling those blonde locks, forcing that talented mouth closer, and thrusting into it.

Mello relaxed his throat and allowed his lover to move freely. He bobbed his head and even let a light hum fall from his lips sending vibrations through Matt's cock. He let out another cry, arching his hips up at the feeling. good he was so close, so very close. "F.....F-Fuckk... I-I'm s-sooo cl-close.." He moaned breathless through clenched teeth. Mello didn't stop, he would make Matt scream his name to the world. Mello had always wanted to do this. He would wake up at night just from dreaming about having the redhead to himself.

Matt let out a string of cuss words. He arched again as another wave of pleasure hit him. He couldn't take it anymore he was going to explode. "AHHHHHH!! M-MELLO!!!" He screamed as he came hard into the blonde's awaiting mouth. Mello swallowed very drop greedily, loving the taste. He licked him clean, oddly liking the combined taste of cum and Nutella.

He pulled back with a smirk, running his tongue up his stomach and chest. "So naughty."

Matt gave him a smug grin. "You love every bit of it." He replied placing his hands behind his head cockily. He looked up at that wild look in those blue eyes. He reached out and pulled him into a passionate kiss. running his tongue over the blonde's bottom lip. Mello kissed back opening his mouth to let the other in. He loved the feeling Matt was giving him. It was a high no drug could ever hope to be. "You're right. I do love every second of it."

He smirked, running is tongue over the blond's lips, exploring everywhere inside his mouth. It was like a something taken right out of his greatest fantasy. He wrapped his arms around the blond pulling him closer as the kiss got more passionate and intense. Mello pulled back for air gasping as he tilted his head back. This was so surreal. He had never thought that he and Matt could ever get together like this. It was amazing.

Matt smirked before flipping them and pulling the blond's leg up around his waist before thrusting in. Mello, gasped, digging his nails into the redhead's shoulders as he started to slowly thrust in and out. "Y-You'll have to d-do better than that..." Mello moaned as he flipped them again and started to ride his cock hard and deep, digging his nails into his chest and drawing blood, making Matt scream and arch in pleasure.

~0O0~

Maybe the Nutella wasn't such a great idea, too fucking sticky. Mello thought hours later as he snuggled up to the beautifully naked red head beneath him, mildly annoyed at the sweat and stickiness that was everywhere. That annoyance disappeared as two strong arms wrapped around him. Matt was such a masochist. They really were complete opposites, but it worked somehow. Hum, the masochist and the sadist, it was quite poetic.

Was this what it was like to have a normal life? He could probably stay like this for a while. This could work. They could make this work. To think that this was all because of Jack Daniels. He started laughing and buried his head into the other's chest.

The End

Xoxoxoxo karaage

Author's Note: I DON'T own the song that Matt is listening to. It is called Kiss by Korn. I'm currently working on an sequel of sorts for this. The reasoning behind why they don't say 'I love you' is that I think it's too out of character for each of them. The line where Mello says "You can be a real dumbass sometimes" and Matt replies with "You can be such a bastard sometimes" is what I think their "I love you" would be like. They know each other too well, but that's just my opinion.
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