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For the Sake of Being Normal	By : ShinigamiMailJeevas Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 1375 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Part 2

-The Distraction-

Section 2

Mello was lounging across the couch when the Jeevas family arrived for the scheduled cookout. It had only been two weeks since the dinner where he had 'met' Matt, but the weather had evened out and plans had been made. Though it wasn't exactly a summer day, they could get away with light sweaters and jackets. The plus side was that there weren't many bugs, so the food could be enjoyed without swatting insects away every five seconds.

The cookout was happening at his parent's house, and they had been preparing for it for the last few hours or so. Mello never understood why everything had to be perfect when company was over: this glass had to be here and the blanket draped over the couch just so. It made the environment feel stiff and uninviting, to him at least.

He had only been able to sit down a few minutes earlier after escaping the kitchen and the women inside. His father had slinked off some time before, leaving him to be ordered around. His mother had decided they would actually cook their own food and had let the staff off early, which was surprising to Mello as he couldn't remember a time when she had ever cooked anything.

It would be an interesting experience, of that he was certain.

"Doing nothing I see?" Mello tilted his head back to see the upside down form of Matt who grinned easily at him.

"Yeah, after a morning of being slave driven around the house. Just wait, they will rope you into something sooner or later," Mello told him and watched as Matt flopped down at the other end of the couch. Any closer and his feet would have been sat on.

"I'm getting the feeling that you would rather not be here." Matt had draped an arm over the back of the couch and put a cigarette in his mouth though he didn't light it. Mello thought his mother might have had a heart attack if he had.

"You have no idea," he replied, closing his eyes with a sigh. There were about a million and a half other places he would rather be than anywhere near this house.

"Have a romantic day planned with the wife or something?" Matt joked but cleared his throat awkwardly when he caught sight of Mello's expression.

"No," Mello told him simply. He wasn't getting into his marital woes with someone he hardly knew. With his luck it would get back to Sam or worse, his mother.

"Mihael Lucian Keehl, get your feet off that couch!" The rest of the dinner party filtered in, including his mother who stopped in the doorway with a stern expression. With a hefty sigh, Mello did as told and sat up straight before he got reprimanded for his posture next. Like it even mattered.

"Why don't you and Matt get the table set outside while your father starts cooking?" though it was directed as a question, anyone who knew his mother knew it had not been a suggestion. She was a lovely woman when she wasn't focused on you and the aspects of your life she thought needed fixing, or when company was over. Mello remembered being in trouble many times over for doing something 'atrocious' at a gathering or formal dinner party, child or otherwise. At times, he had wished they had been middle class. They might have all been happier.

He stood and led the way to the kitchen where a stack of plates and such had been left out. "Your parents are much more formal than mine ever were," Matt commented as he picked up the bread basket full of silverware, leaving the dishes for Mello.

"They always have been." And it was suffocating. He thanked the redhead as the patio door was held open for him. There really wasn't much to do, and they had finished setting up by the time his father exited with the food to be grilled. And perhaps contrary to common belief, they did eat 'normal' things such as ribs, specialty marinated chicken, and bratwurst. Well, when they did cookouts anyway.

"So ah, what do you do for a living? You seem like you would pick something interesting as a career choice," Matt asked, obviously trying for a longer conversation. He had not picked the right subject.

"Might have been an interesting one had I been able to choose," he mumbled and shot his father a bitter glare that the older man didn't see as he was cooking. He would give up everything to have a chance to do things his way. He didn't need money, and at the moment with the resentment flowing through him, he didn't think he needed his family either.

Matt stood there awkwardly and fiddled with a knife's placement, and had he not been seething, Mello might have felt bad. As it were, he had to look away from his father before he imploded. He was luckier than most, he knew this, but every time he thought of what he had dreamed of for his life and what he was forced into, he just got so angry. Call him ungrateful or self-centered, he didn't care.

"Mihael, bring me a plate," his father called, and though he was still angry, he did as asked. He tried to quell his anger, direct it elsewhere as he held the plate for his father to place the chicken on. The ribs seemed to be cooking fast too, so Mello brought another plate over once he had deposited the chicken at the table.

It was a few minutes later when his mother, wife, and Matt's father appeared with the sides. All homemade, no canned or preservative filled foods.

"While we are waiting, why don't we get our plates together?" his mother suggested in a friendly tone, smiling at everyone and being far more relaxed than she generally was.

Just as Matt finished putting a ton of coleslaw on his plate, the last of the food was served, and Mello smirked as the redhead tried to fit a half rack of ribs on his plate. He couldn't wait to see how he was going to use a fork and knife for that. His mother was already meticulously cutting up her fourth of a rack. Heaven forbid she actually picked it up and eat it like a normal human.

Mello sat at the far end of the table with his plate and watched the people around him as they ate and conversed. Martin Jeevas was not someone Mello would have ever thought his parents would be friends with. He was too...informal. And friendly and every other positive word.

Everything his mother would have scoffed at or scolded him for, Martin could get away with. He wasn't bitter about it, but fascinated. It was so odd to see his parents so lax in their propriety. He enjoyed it. It also meant they weren't paying attention to him.

Even his wife had been effortlessly pulled in. Martin could have her too. "Feel free to steal her from me," he mumbled quietly, shaking his head. If only things were simple in his life.

"What did you say?" Matt looked curious as he took the seat next to him. He probably shouldn't have been surprised that Matt would rather sit over here than with the rest of them, any sane person would.

"It wasn't anything important." He waved off Matt's question and wondered if Matt had actually heard him. He would have to be more careful in what he decided to voice in the future; his 'good' luck wouldn't last forever.

"If you say so," Matt shrugged and started eating, obviously having taken the 'conversation over' hint. It didn't make Mello feel any more comfortable however. There was a strange, almost awkward silence that hung over them, and Mello had no idea what to do about it.

"So, what made you get into games?" Mello asked hesitantly. Something needed to fill the silence, and it might as well be Matt talking. He wasn't a bad guy so far, perhaps a little strange, but Mello had never professed to being normal.

Matt looked up with a smile, and after a swig of soda, "I love technology. I always have. It's fascinating how such tiny things connect to make something work. I suppose that could also be applied to mechanics, but I enjoy using and manipulating the technology too."

Mello nodded. He honestly wasn't all that interested in technology. Sure he used a computer at work and had a laptop at home, but it was for email and maybe a little internet usage. He wasn't spectacular at it nor had he ever really cared why it worked, just that it did. He much preferred guns, a guilty pleasure along with leather.

"I used to get into so much trouble when I was little." Matt took another bite of food and smiled wistfully. "I loved to take apart anything and everything I could that had wires and microchips. I had a need, a compulsion, to see what was inside, what made it tick."

Mello winced. He would have gotten grounded for life if he ever had done that even once, never mind how many times Matt's words suggested he had.

"The trick," Matt paused dramatically, "is getting everything back together and working the same if not better than before.

"As for why I chose gaming and technology, well they are my two passions. In games, I get to construct them from the base up, ones and zeros, and transform it into something at least one other person might enjoy." Matt spoke with such enthusiasm that Mello couldn't help but be a little interested. Matt made his job sound like the Holy Grail, and he would have had to be blind not to notice how animated Matt got when speaking about what he loved.

Mello found he didn't mind hearing about computers and the inner workings of game systems when Matt explained it. It almost made him want to pick up a game console and try it out. Almost.

He had no idea for how long he had simply listened to Matt, asking questions here and there, but when he looked up, he found a few sets of eyes staring at them. Sam smiled encouragingly at him, and the general consensus that he got was that everyone was happy about them getting along.

Mello wasn't about to alter their thinking.

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Mello was surprised when Sam came up and wrapped her arms around him. She smiled brightly up at him with her lips curled into a coy smile. "You are so much more relaxed now that you have a friend to talk to."

Mello blinked. Was Matt a friend after only a few days? He didn't think they had really known each other long enough for it to have progressed to that, if it ever would. He couldn't count a childhood friendship he didn't remember.

"I had been a little worried. You are always so closed off. I think he will be good for you, someone to go play pool with or whatever it is you men do when not with us women." Her expression changed again, and Mello felt his good mood dissipate. He would have rather been at work then home at the moment.

Her fingers snuck beneath his belt and began working his sex into hardness. She leaned up to kiss him, manicured nails grazing his dick as she freed it. She was in a mood, one Mello did not like.

He did as expected though and felt her up, cupping her breasts under her shirt and leading her to their bedroom. They never had sex anywhere else, and she was not one for much adventure. She liked two positions and only two unless she had gotten it into her head that she wanted to suck him off.

Tonight, however, it seemed she felt like lying on her back and squeezing him to death with her legs as he fucked her. And to add to his irritation, when they were done, she decided to cuddle into him with her head on his chest. She breathed out a satisfied moan and murmured words under her breath as she drifted off.

Mello was hardly pleased with the situation, frown deeply etched onto his face. It was uncomfortable to have her on his chest, and her hair made him itchy. Rubbing his face, he sighed softly and pulled the covers over them.

He always had trouble sleeping with her on top of him or draped across, but he had work in the morning. He forcefully shut his eyes and wondered why he couldn't just suck it up and accept that this was his life.

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