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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 3

The sound of heaving coming from the bathroom had Mello cringing from his post in the bed. Sam had run in there only a few seconds after waking up, leaving the door half open as in the process.

Sighing, he got up. Time to play husband.

She had been fine the night before, if only a little tired from work. Apparently, it had been more than that. He did not knock before stepping into the bathroom, flicking on the light as he did so. Scrunching up her face in disgust, she slammed the lid shut and flushed.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, which in retrospect was a rather stupid question, seeing as she had just spilled her guts quite literally. He helped her off the floor, though her grip on him was strong.

"Honestly I feel fine." She went to the sink and splashed water into her mouth a few times before grabbing the toothbrush out of the medicine cabinet. He stared at her. Fine? He scoffed.

"Mihael- oh fine 'Mello,'" she sighed heavily at his expression, "I felt queasy and I threw up, but I honestly don't feel the way I usually do when sick." She squirted toothpaste on and shoved the brush into her mouth.

He scrutinized her for a moment, noting that she was not pale or sweaty in the least. She appeared alright, but he wanted to err on the side of caution. He may not love her in any sense of the word, but that did not mean he wanted her to collapse later on with a fever or something.

"You are staying home today, and I expect you to take it easy. I'll come around by lunch if you need me to. I'm sure my father will let me if you are not feeling well," he told her in a tone that left no room for negotiation.

She sighed around her toothbrush, rolling her eyes. Satisfied she would listen to him, he exited the bathroom. He was up, so he might as well prepare for work. He could not wait until the weekend again.

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He sped up the on ramp and around the few cars clustered by the merge lane. The arms around him tightened, making him smile despite the way the wind hurt his teeth. He revved the engine and went faster, the surprised laugh from right next to his ear spurring him to test his limits.

He and Matt were on the way back from the area's largest spring festival. It might not have sounded like it would be all that entertaining, but on the contrary, it had been an amazing night. They had gotten there around sundown to find all the multicolored lights decorating the fairgrounds already lit, the special events about to kick off as the sun disappeared.

Samantha had been off doing a parent-child dinner thing, so he had called Matt up to do something. Matt had mentioned the fair, and Mello had picked him up.

They had done the normal things like walking through the specialty buildings, gawking at the prices of the small gift stands, and even buying a few things. But Matt had also gotten it into his brain that they needed to have at least one alcoholic drink while they were there. Mello had thought it was just an excuse to do whatever he wanted later on.

Drinks in hand, they had sat on the bleachers to watch the entertainment of the seven o'clock hour. The band was actually pretty good, a cover band of some sort. The bands switched at eight to something with an almost underlying techno flair to it, and Matt had stood up, impish grin plastered across his lips, and asked if he wanted to dance.

When he had declined, the expression on his face clearly doubting Matt's sanity, the redhead in question had shrugged, stood up, and started dancing in place. Mello had turned away, pretending not to know the crazy person dancing next to him. At least until Matt had started humming along, tossing his arms above his head and doing random motions, more goofy than any serious dancing.

Matt had caught his eye and wagged his eyebrows. Mello hadn't been able to take it anymore and bent over laughing. "Come on, Mello. Dance with me." Matt stopped and held out his hand, smiling encouragingly. He had given in and let Matt pull him up.

Matt did not let go of his hand, taking his other in fact, and used the surprise to spin him. He had given Matt a look that stated 'don't do that again' to which Matt had smiled innocently and done precisely that. He had glared but continued to dance, unable to stay annoyed.

Vertigo had caught up as he shut his eyes to dance, and it almost sent him toppling off the bleachers. Matt's hands on his hips had stopped the sway and though his heart had leapt to his mouth, he hadn't stopped, didn't dare. He had let Matt guide his movements, and despite it being carefree, he had not been able to focus on anything other than the heat of those hands on him.

Despite being twirled like a girl twice, he'd had fun. A lot of fun actually. At least until the people around them told them to piss off for being distracting.

They had burst into laughter and, with Matt leading the way, run down the bleachers. There had been a little more drinking, and a lot more eating of junk food like fried Oreos and frozen chocolate covered bananas. Things had wound down, for them at least, sometime around eleven.

That had led to the partially reckless driving along the highway.

Matt pressed himself closer, the touch sending chills along Mello's spine. He almost felt high. Like nothing could touch him in that moment; nothing could go wrong with just him and Matt together. It was a liberating feeling.

Seeing their exit, he slowed down a little but still took the turn far faster than safety called for. He leaned bodily into it, Matt following suit, and somehow, the motorcycle didn't crash. Matt yelled out happily, pumping a fist in the air as they straightened out; Mello let out an answering laugh.

"God damn, Mello. That was awesome!" Matt yelled in his ear, leaning heavily against him. "We should go for a ride another time when we aren't half drunk," Matt snickered, and Mello could imagine his expression being one of excitement.

"Yeah, Matt," he paused, "We can do that." He closed his eyes, savoring the moment.

"Mello, I think my apartment is the other direction." Matt sounded like he was grinning, and he probably was. The moment was broken, but there would be new ones so long as Matt was around.

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Mouth open in a silent moan, Mello's eyes shot open. Heart thudding in his chest, he licked his lips, trying to keep himself silent. His whole body was on fire, senses tingling and craving the touch felt in his dreams.

That body, those eyes...

"Fuck," he whispered. He had woken up at the climax of the dream, his own body so painfully close it was disgusting. His fingers trailed to his boxers where his erection waited impatiently for attention.

Sam stirred beside him, waking from the sunlight streaming into her eyes. They had slept in if the sun was out; he just wished she had slept longer. She rolled over, hand sleepily trailing over his chest and accidentally brushing against his cock. A coy smile spread over her face, eyes cracking open.

He didn't protest her hand sneaking into his boxers, stroking him a little. He needed to get the images out of his mind, needed to forget the dream had even existed.

She lay on the bed underneath him, eyes begging for sex even as her body woke slowly from its slumber. He placed kisses on her breasts, swirling his tongue over the nipples as he fucked her.

He tried to get into it, tried to want her: her skin, her face, her long hair splayed over the pillow, her supple breasts... but all he could think was that she just couldn't compare to Matt, even in dream form.

She moaned, arching into him, nails merely skimming his back as she ran her hands over him. Closing his eyes, he easily pictured the sinful body, the body he craved, the body he could never have.

"Oh, Mihael!"

Because he was married to Samantha. To a woman. And that was that.

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He had just gotten back from Matt's place after a morning out with him that had included breakfast at a place his parents would have scoffed at. It had been nice. The door was open when he tried the lock, which was not exactly strange seeing as his mother's car was in the driveway.

"Oh Mihael, there you are," his mother greeted him in a rather pleasant mood which immediately set off warning bells in his mind; she had a light sweater in hand as well as her purse.

"Did you just get here?" he questioned, already beginning to wonder if he should have taken the long way home.

"No, I am actually leaving. I was here two hours ago. I had hoped to speak with you but instead, I ended up with a very... enlightening chat with Samantha." She shifted her sweater a little, an odd smile directed at his wife. "I will see the both of you some time this week I am certain." She patted Mello on the arm and stepped from the house.

"What was that all about?" he turned to Sam with a questioning gaze. There was obviously something going on, and though the immediate thought was that it did not bode well for him, he was willing to give it the benefit of the doubt.

"Oh, nothing really. Just a personal chat. You would not be interested in all the gory details." She smiled sweetly at him, her face a little flushed. Placing a hand on her forehead, he noted that she was a little warm despite the house being nice and cool with the windows open.

"You feel like you're running a fever. Your health has been going all over the place lately. What was the talk about that?" Mello brushed the thought of her dying out of his mind. He didn't want her dead, just out of his life.

"Yes and it's nothing to worry about. Your mother actually believes it is allergies. I have made an appointment at the doctor's to satisfy the both of you," she told him with a slight dip in her smile. She was obviously lying a little, but to what end, he did not know.

If his mother knew about it, then it was hardly serious, perhaps even embarrassing enough to keep a secret until it was taken care of. It could even be as stupid as a surprise party for someone, and he wasn't going to make waves because of that. He would never profess to understand women, so he let it go.

"When is the appointment?" he asked instead. Sam smiled brightly at him, obviously thankful for him not perusing it. "It is on Friday, though I expect there to be blood work done, so who knows when that will come in. Hopefully by the fourth so we can all enjoy the day."

He nodded, stepping into the hallway to kick off his shoes into the designated spot. The fourth of July, also known as another party date. He wouldn't complain too much as it meant he had off of work. It was the little things in life, right?

"Mihael, can you come help me start on dinner. It is a roast and needs to cook for-"

He sighed. No time for relaxation.

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He set a cup of coffee in front of Matt before joining him on the couch, putting his feet up since no one else was home. Matt thanked him softly, eagerly reaching out to take the cup and sip it. Mello shook his head, smiling.

They had just gotten back from the country club's gun range, and while it was not exhausting in the least, it was nice to just sit back with a cup of coffee after an afternoon gone well. Matt was going to be staying for dinner that night, not that Sam knew. They had gotten back early so preparations could be made.

"We should probably get our own guns to bring," Matt murmured around the cup, gulping the remainder of it down. Mello snorted, "Only if it can be kept at your place. I can only imagine the fiasco that would occur if my mother went snooping here and found a gun. Her seeing me in leather was bad enough."

Matt nodded in sympathy, finally having accepted that their parents were far too different to be comparable. "Better make sure you change before Samantha gets home then. Your luck, your mother will be with her."

Mello groaned, knowing that to be the truth. Heaving himself off the couch, he left Matt alone as he changed into a band shirt and a pair of well worn jeans. His mother said he looked 'frumpy' in them, like she expected him to wear suits and dress shirts year round.

He padded barefoot across the wood flooring in the hallway, his feet giving away that he was back. "Took you long enough. Have trouble getting out of the leather?" Matt teased.

"Not at all, but I certainly wouldn't have called you for help if I had," he smirked as Matt's expression fell into something he might have called indignant.

"Maybe I should leave you and the wife alone for a romantic dinner tonight instead," Matt said slyly.

"You wouldn't." Mello frowned despite the knowledge that Matt would not actually do that, or so he hoped. He sat beside him again, eyes narrowing the more he thought on it. He would, the bastard actually would! Matt simply sat there with a smile, playing innocent when he knew damn well what conclusion Mello had come to. "See if I ever come over when you need help with something," he grumbled, crossing his legs Indian style on the couch.

Matt laughed at him, "Stop being so dramatic today. I won't leave you to the wolves when I said I would stay."

Mello sighed. If he kept acting this way, Matt would eventually start asking questions, ones he did not want to answer about Sam or his life. He knew Matt wouldn't understand.

"Mello." Matt poked him in the side, getting his attention instantly with the childish gesture. "You spaced out, everything alright?"

"Yeah," he smiled gratefully. "I just don't want to get up to start the preparations." What was one little lie?

Matt leaned over, glancing at the clock across the room. "There is still plenty of time. I think we got here too early," Matt told him, eyes resting on his face. Mello realized just how close they were now that Matt's attention was back on him. It was unnerving and yet thrilling.

Matt did not say a word, did not look away. His gaze was intense and so very deep. He leaned closer, his breath dancing across Mello's lips. God how Mello wanted it, so badly his heart wanted to jump out his mouth onto the floor. Closing his eyes and letting Matt do it would be so easy. He knew Matt wanted it now too.

"I can't. I have a wife." Mello pulled back, seeing the disappointment in Matt's gaze.

He just couldn't do it. Samantha was what was expected of him, what his parents wanted for him. The job, the house, the family, was all what they had pushed him for. He simply could not break away, not like this. He would not cheat. It went against everything he had been taught, everything that had been forced into him.

Matt pulled back, shaking his head, eyes sad. Mello had never seen that look on him and knew he never wanted to again. He opened his mouth to say...well something, anything to make the rejection better, but Matt put his hand up, standing. "Don't, Mello."

"You know, I never took you for someone to live a lie. Have a good life." Matt gave him one last look before leaving the room, walking into the kitchen, and Mello knew exactly when he was gone. The front door slammed shut.

Mello put his face in his hands and screamed.

-End Part 3-
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