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The Flaw	By : ShinigamiMailJeevas Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 2603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Flaw
- 2-Part 1
- 3-Part 2
- 4-Part 3
- 5-Part 4
- 6-Part 5
- 7-Part 6
- 8-Part 7
- 9-Part 8
- 10-part 9
- 11-Part 10
- 12-Part 11
- 13-Part 12
- 14-Part 13
- 15-Part 14
- 16-Part 15
- 17-Part 16
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Interlude: The Past
- 21-Part 20
- 22-Part 21
- 23-part 22
- 24-Part 23
- 25-Interlude
- 26-part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Interlude: December 25th
- 32-Part 29
- 33-part 30
- 34-epilogue
- 20
- 21
- 22
Suggested Listening: I Belong To You (LANY) by Kevin Rudolf; Stranger by VersaEmerge

Part 20

~Stranger~

"I know I probably shouldn't still be bothered this much by it as it has been years since it happened. I think it's just because I was so young at the time. That's why I have trouble with..." Matt trailed off, swallowing harshly and barely lifting his head as he finished the story. He almost didn't want to see Mello's reaction. Even remembering it left him feeling... dirty.

"Matt." Mello called sharply and Matt had no choice but to look up.

"Anyone, I don't care what age, would be affected by something like that."

Matt only nodded, not being able to speak just yet. There were so many emotions flying around his mind and he was having a hard time pushing some of them away again.

Mello hugged him suddenly; wrapping slim arms around Matt and pulling him close. Mello's slightly swollen stomach pressed into Matt's side in an oddly comfortable way. Matt leaned into him unconsciously breathing in Mello's comforting scent.

"I'm sorry I made you bring up something painful."

Mello's voice was so very sincere that it made Matt smile a little. "It's alright. It's time I try to get over it." He shut his eyes and returned the embrace. He really wanted to get over it and wished he wasn't so afraid to admit what he might, what he did feel. But those words haunted him. He didn't want to connect those dirty words with Mello.

"Matt..." Mello's voice was quiet and hesitant, as though he didn't want to break the small peace between them; Matt knew what he wanted, knew that they'd had the discussion in the first place because of it...

"You don't have to tell me you love me or anything, just tell me what I am to you. Are we friends or what?" Mello muttered to him, voice soft and caring, something Matt figured the injections had caused as no matter how happy the blond was, his voice had always had an edge to it even when he was sincere. At least it had before.

Matt took a small breath and dropped his arms from Mello, pulling back to look at the blond whose eyes appeared even more blue up close. Mello's head had tilted to the side, eyes full of question and fear, something Matt hadn't expected.

He brought a hand up to Mello's cheek, brushing the skin softly and leaned in until their lips were almost touching. "We're not friends," he whispered, watching as Mello's eyes widened.

Their lips connected hesitantly, the contact lasting for only a few split seconds before things were suddenly hot and ravenous. Mello's hands behind Matt's head pushing him closer, their mouths moving fervently against one another, and their breaths harsh through their nostrils and hands roaming over places they hadn't touched since that one drunken night.

Matt wasn't sure who had started it, and he wasn't sure who had ended it, but he eventually lay atop a breathless Mello, whose hands were still underneath Matt's shirt and slowly running his fingers along his sides.

"If this is what our kisses are like, imagine everything else?" Mello huffed out in a small laugh, smile splayed across his lips. And Matt had to agree, and though he was partly a coward for not being able to tell Mello in words, he was relieved. Regardless of the outcome he knew he would have been with Mello the rest of his life, as friends at the least.

Matt had never really thought on it before, but he had never been able to picture himself in the future without Mello by his side since they had become so close all those years ago.

Mello's face scrunched up suddenly, and Matt thought of the cramps. They hadn't been too bad as of late and had definitely been going away, but they still occurred occasionally along with the tiredness.

He kissed Mello once more, tongue darting across the blond's bottom lip before he rolled to the side and nearly fell off the bed in the process. Mello's expression was odd but not pained which Matt knew was a good thing. Still he reached over Mello to pull the blankets over him despite the raised eyebrow he received at the action.

It wasn't really all that new to be taking care of Mello in small ways; he used to do it back at Wammys too. When Mello would pass out over his textbooks before a test, or forget to eat, or when he needed to be dragged to the infirmary for some broken bone or another that he was too stubborn to treat on his own. Matt was used to it, but the intimacy was new.

Having Mello curl into his side, small smile tugging at his lips, or the arm he draped over Matt's stomach. That was never something Matt had even dreamed of before. He wasn't sure how long, if ever, he would have recognized his feelings if they were still at Wammys. And regardless of all the trouble that had occurred because of the Death Note, maybe it had been a good thing.

As Mello's breathing slowed, body completely relaxed beside him in the comfortable silence, Matt decided it had been a good thing. Because in no other scenario could he have pictured this.

None.

.

.

Their kisses were still hesitant even days later, both of them unsure of it was OK to 'steal' one, but they were getting used to things. And though nothing more had been said about his past, Matt knew Mello still thought of it. It was unavoidable, and he didn't blame Mello. It wasn't something anyone could forget, but Matt was happy not to have to speak about it anymore.

Mello had been spending a lot of time on his laptop, and Matt knew that something was beginning to frustrate him though Matt hadn't asked what. They all needed their own time to do things apart from each other, even if they were menial. It kept them from getting annoyed.

No matter how much they were friends or whatever they were classified as recently, they needed space. Always had, even at Wammys, and always would. Familiarity breeds contempt, as it were.

"Hey Matt, come here for a minute," Mello's voice rang out from the living room where he knew the blond to be seated on the couch. It hadn't been a request. Matt didn't mind.

He strolled out of the bedroom after pausing his game and continued until he stood behind the couch where Mello tilted his head back to look at him.

"I need you to hack something for me, will you?" Mello asked, gesturing to the laptop's screen which held something Matt was certain was illegal.

"Just like old times?" Matt asked, grinning as Mello's lips formed a smile.

"Yeah Matt. Just like old times."

And Matt didn't really care what it was he had to hack, just that he had an excuse to do so. And hell, Mello had asked him to do it, who was he to say no?

-End 20-

AN: DEATH TO SUMMER WEATHER! That is all I have to say.
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