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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 3

-The Fall-

Section 2

"I know it's a bit late—or way early if you want—for your birthday, but since I only recently found out it was two months ago, I figured I would kidnap you now." Matt fidgeted nervously in front of him as he spoke. They were in Matt's car after he had phoned, saying he needed help with something, which had obviously been a cover. He had driven over to Matt's apartment and had immediately been whisked away into the Camaro and told that his family knew exactly what was going on. Which hadn't comforted him in the least.

"Here we are," Matt smiled proudly, parking in a lot Mello had never expected to be in. "I know how much you love guns, but there was no way I was letting you fire live rounds at me or paintballs. Those things fucking hurt."

Mello snorted, biting his lip for a moment before deciding that yeah, he had the best friend a guy could ask for. "I can still blind you with the lasers though."

"Damn it!" Matt laughed, shoving him playfully as he exited the car.

Matt had taken him out for laser tag... which he had never done before. And he supposed it was obvious as he actually listened to the instructions and needed a little help getting the damn gear on. In his defense, the strap had gotten stuck where he couldn't reach it.

He held the gun tight in his hand, grinning in anticipation as the field was cleared of the last players. "I am really thankful it's not loaded with that expression," Matt mumbled, standing at his entrance a few feet away. "And what are you doing? Go to your own entrance. I want to beat you fair and square."

Mello snorted. "Matt, I don't care how much of a gamer you are, guns are guns, and that's my area." He kissed the tip of the faux gun and raced through the entrance as the lights dimmed and the countdown began.

A space theme had been chosen, and they were alone for the duration. Adrenaline began to pump through his veins as he crouched behind large 'rocks'. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and rolled out of the way as the beam from Matt's laser shown out. A muffled swear and the lack of beeping sound had him grinning. Matt hadn't hit.

Leaping over something that looked like a neon planet, he spun around and tagged Matt in the chest before ducking out of the way, retreating into the dark maze. Bringing the gun up to his face, he leaned against a prop, chest moving faster than normal. He felt like a kid again, a kid with a big plastic gun.

He stalked out from behind his shelter, knowing the twisted game of hide and seek needed to continue.

Various amounts of hits taken later by both sides and the countdown was down to twenty seconds. Mello dashed out from behind the spaceship, gun blazing and squeezing the trigger like a madman. Only a few connected before Matt disappeared.

Ten seconds and Mello had run after him, turning the corner only to find no one there and seemingly no exit. "The fuck?" Going in a complete circle, he stopped when there was no sign of him.

Five seconds. A sound behind him made him turn, gun pointed and squeezed at Matt's chest, the vest going off as his laser connected. Only, Matt's gun was pointed at his head, connecting as well. Fuck.

"Times up! Please make your way to the exit-"

The lights slowly turned on, giving their eyes time to adjust, yet neither of them had moved. A grin slowly appeared on Matt's face. "That was fucking awesome." He dropped his gun and slung an arm across Mello's shoulders, tugging him to the exit.

"I think we should make this a birthday tradition. I really enjoyed it," Mello confessed, breath evening out as the adrenaline high wore off, leaving him tired and oddly fulfilled.

They took off the gear as they waited for the results to be calculated, and when they were displayed, there was a long moment of silence. "You have got to be kidding me."

"A tie? Really? Ha! You didn't beat me," Matt snorted, pointing his gun at him childishly.

"It had to have been that last fucking headshot you gave me! Damn it, now we definitely have to go again," he smiled toward the end to let Matt know he really didn't mind.

"We can go every few months if you want rather than just special occasions. I mean, only if you want," Matt suggested.

"I'd like that." Mello followed his friend out of the establishment, smiling like a fool and feeling more alive than he had in years. Maybe all he had really needed was a friend.

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"Hmmmm," he moaned graciously, back of his head hitting the tile. He tried to remain relatively quiet, however, not wanting Sam to join him in case she heard.

Giving his sex a squeeze, he ran his nails over the vein as he stroked himself. It was just as he liked it, something that hadn't been grasped by his wife. Muttering softly, he bucked into his hand, loving the feeling even if the grip was a little slippery from the water reigning raining down on him.

He quickened the strokes, feeling himself beginning to drop off; that sweat sweet burning in his loins and the tightening of his muscles.

"Yes," he groaned, "Matt!"

He froze, semen splattering the shower door only to be washed away a second later. "Fuck me." Why had he said Matt's name, of all fucking people, why Matt's? I think this would read better if you did "Matt's name? Of all fucking people, why Matt's?"

Biting his lip, he gently continued to stroke himself, milking the last of euphoria before he dealt with his slip up. It was a problem. A very large problem. One he wasn't about to deal with dripping wet and naked, if at all.

Shower ruined, he shut the water off and toweled dry. Wiping the steam from the mirror, he looked at himself. He was gay. Matt was a very good friend and happened to be a guy. A good looking guy. The only good looking guy he knew. So it wasn't unreasonable he had latched onto that, right?

That had to be it. Because friendship and attraction didn't mix.

"Just friends," he mumbled, turning away from the mirror. Because when he looked in the mirror, he couldn't lie.

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Mello stared, annoyed at Matt as he greeted him from across the room. He didn't care if it was his birthday, he was still annoyed. Sam looked questioningly at him as she hung off his arm loosely. They had been invited over to Mr. Jeevas's house for Matt's birthday, a birthday Matt had only seen fit to tell him about a week ago, saying that he had forgotten. He could have strangled him.

It was alright though. He had gotten Matt a gag gift or two, things from Spencer's that his mother would probably kill him for. It would be worth it though, seeing Matt open them, completely unaware while everyone was there. Matt's real gifts would be given at a later time. He had gotten him a few gaming related things as well as some shirts with questionable sayings; and though he couldn't believe it, a pack of flavored cigarettes. He doubted Matt would appreciate the flavor, however.

"You two are just in time. We thought you might have gotten lost," Mr. Jeevas greeted them, though he preferred to be called Martin.

"Sam couldn't find her necklace again," Mello told them, watching as his mother frowned at her, and his wife flushed and pulled away from him, looking awkward. Matt grinned widely at him, and the day felt like it would be a good one.

They ate Matt's favorite meal which was Sheppard's Pie, a food his mother would generally scoff at. Desert had been an extravagant ice cream cake with twenty-five striped candles littered underneath of Matt's name, written in red lettering. Once everyone had eaten a piece or two, the rest being divvied up to take home and set in the freezer until then, it was gift time.

Mello sat anxiously on the arm chair by himself, his mother, father, and Sam on the couch and Mr. Jeevas leaning against the fireplace as Matt opened the small pile of gifts. He didn't pay attention to what Matt had gotten from his father, only noting that it seemed to be something Matt liked as a genuine look of gratitude had been exchanged between the two.

Mello almost opened his mouth when Matt reached for the black wrapped gift, however remained silent as the gift bag off to the side was taken instead. It was how he had wanted it.

Matt had the bag in his lap, glancing over at him as he read the card attached. "What did you get me, hmm Mello?" Matt shoved his hand inside the bag rifling around, pulling out tissue paper until there was a small forest littered around him. "That's all you put in there, isn't it?" Matt joked, and Mello almost wished he had as it would have still had entertainment value.

The last of the tissue paper was moved away and confusion spread across Matt's features before he laughed loudly, taking out the 'ass' tray. It was a black ashtray with an ass sticking up in the middle with a nice hole to put the cigarette in...

"Mihael!" his mother gasped even as the other occupants stifled laughter to various degrees. She was always so prudish when it didn't suit her to be.

"You know what? I'm going to put that on my coffee table and use it." Matt was grinning so widely Mello thought his face might split. His mother on the other hand looked like she was going to faint. Oh well.

Matt placed it carefully to the side and reached for another package, one not from him. Mello sat back, smoothing out his features as he watched some striped shirts being pulled free. That had been the tame gift. The decoy. No one would expect there to be more from him.

Mello straightened up as Matt picked up the last gift, the black package from him. The paper was ripped off and the top lifted. Matt's jaw dropped.

"For those nights you get lonely," he winked at Matt whose face nearly matched his hair. Mello couldn't help but laugh since Matt wasn't the type to get embarrassed easily. He had gotten him a male 'love' doll, a vibrator, and a mini bondage kit.

Matt's father walked over and looked in the box before Matt could put the lid back on, and he laughed heartily. "He's got you pegged." Matt groaned and shot his father a look that begged for him to stop talking.

Matt slapped the lid shut and didn't show anyone else, though they seemed to get that it was something naughty. Mello wondered what Matt's reaction meant, however, as it hadn't been what he expected.

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"He looks way better in this movie, dropped the weight he gained for the last one... nicely toned too," Matt muttered, head cocking to the side as they watched the movie. It had become common place for them to get together for a 'man night' as Sam put it, once a week, usually on the weekend.

Mello had to agree with him, nodding and only thinking the statement odd when he actually processed what Matt had said. He let it go, however, as it wasn't a crime for guys to notice those things. He noticed Matt glance at him from out of the corner if his eye and felt the couch move when Matt shifted awkwardly on it. "Fuck it. Mello, I'm gay."

Mello turned and stared. Well fuck, that sort of complicated things, didn't it? He was gay, Matt was gay; and why the fuck was he even having those thoughts?

"Mello...?"

He snapped out of it and smiled at Matt. "So, does this mean you kept your birthday gifts then?" Easiest way to say he was fine with it and make a dig at the same time. Humor always worked. It also was a great distraction from the way his pulse had suddenly quickened, his stomach queasy with butterflies...

What he didn't expect, and what most certainly did not help his body's current revolt, was Matt to quickly turn away, face flushed in a way Mello was quite taking a liking to. His mind flashed to what Matt might have done, might have looked like using those gifts... Clenching his fists, he forced the images away.

"Unexpected, but at least I know none of the gifts I gave you will go to waste." He forced a grin, it turning into a real one as Matt groaned, palming his face.

"You aren't going to let this go, are you?"

"Never," Mello said immediately. "Now stop sulking. You shouldn't have told me if you can't handle a little teasing." He reached out and shoved Matt playfully in the shoulder.

"Do you wish I hadn't? Told you, I mean?" Matt asked, eyes now focused on him intently.

"No."

Yes, because now Mello couldn't get it out of his mind. Matt was gay, Matt might be attainable, and he was having a hard time rationalizing why that made him so damn elated. Before, Matt had merely been the best friend, the straight best friend he might have had an attraction to. Now? Now he wished he'd had the balls to tell his parents he was gay in the first place.

Matt smiled so brightly that it made Mello's insides squirm. Matt was genuinely relieved that he did not have an issue with it.

"Damn it. When did the movie end?" Matt groaned, leaning off the couch to retrieve the remote, clicking on 'scene selection' to go back to where they had left off. His shirt rode up in the process, exposing parts of his back, the curve of his spine, and what almost looked like the hint of a tattoo.

He had to look away, focus on the movie that was playing once again, because if he didn't, then he might do something he would most definitely regret later.

Damn it, Matt, he thought, why couldn't you just keep it to yourself?

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