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The Flaw	By : ShinigamiMailJeevas Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 2603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own or make money from the anime Death Note

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
- 8
- 9
- 10
Suggested Listening: Tell Me I'm a Wreck by Every Avenue (a really good band XD); Zombie by The Pretty Reckless (in an odd way kinda reminds me of Mello)

Part 8

~Zombie~

Matt's head was foggy as he woke. His body ached all over and half of him was freezing. With a small groan, the sound sending a painful shock through his skull, he pried open his eyelids to focus blurrily on his surroundings.

He was immediately greeted by the sight of messy blond hair and a naked body beneath him. Matt's breath hitched and he tried desperately to remember just how he and Mello had gotten into that position.

He remembered Mello getting them into a nearby club though they were underage and loosing Mello in the crowd to find him drinking his problems away... and by his own stupidity and Mello's drunken nagging he had drank too.

Matt remembered how they had danced, hips jerking into each other and loose hands wandering to places they never would have touched sober. He remembered... he remembered having sex with his best friend in their bathroom tub.

He swallowed heavily and froze as Mello twitched beneath him. Mello couldn't wake up with them still naked and entangled and covered in fluids. Probably more than just semen...but Matt pushed the last thought away as he struggled to stand without waking the sleeping blond.

Matt couldn't help but stare at Mello's naked body, chest rising and falling softly in sleep, and his slim hips... Matt had to force his gaze away before he looked any lower. Although his memories from the night before were foggy in certain places they were more than enough to fill in what he had refused to look at.

Matt rubbed at his temple with a restrained sigh. Goddamn it. He had liked having sex with Mello...really liked it; and he shouldn't have. He shuddered, legs twitching, as he felt phantom touches on his skin. Those nails raking down his back as he pushed inside-

Matt shut his eyes and breathed deeply. He needed to get his mind to something else, anything else..

Cleaning... he needed to clean himself up and then... then wake Mello up with the shower. It would get ride of some of the evidence... but Mello couldn't possibly miss the pain in his lower half. Could he?

Unless he was so hangover and simply ignore it or thought he had gotten with someone at the club...

Fuck.

What if Mello remembered exactly as much as he had? What then? No amount of cleaning or denying would work... what would they do then?

Pretend it never happened?

But Matt wasn't sure he wanted to forget. A strange feeling welled up inside him at the thought of not trying for something more, anything more, with his friend. But he was confused. Mello was just his friend and hell they were both straight, and Mello had never showed any interest in him before the alcohol.

Matt pressed his palm against his forehead and tried to rid himself of the headache that was forming. He could untangle his thoughts later despite the other nagging one that told him thoughts of anything more were dangerous; for the moment however, he needed to get out of there.

The second he was standing on the fuzzy bathroom matt, upon stiff legs, he nabbed a washcloth and used it to hastily wash the remnants of sex off of himself. It was no substitute for a shower but Matt could at least comfortably put the clothing from last night back on himself.

As for Mello... he was getting the shower turned on him. Matt needed him awake despite not wanting to face what he had started the night before. Because it was hardly Mello who had kissed first.

And Matt would be damned if he ever drank another thing after that...

He was slightly warmer with his dirty clothes back on and although Matt felt bad for doing it he turned the shower knob and winced at the startled yell Mello let out, both of them groaning in pain it caused their sensitive heads.

"What the hell... Matt turn it off!" Mello hissed his voice hardly above a whisper. Matt complied and watched as Mello shivered and an odd pink water ran down the drain. He tore his eyes from the sight and tried no to remind himself that it was still all over himself too in places he simply couldn't get without the use of a shower.

"Matt... how did we...and why am I...?" Mello blinked up at him, eyes squinted as he appeared confused.

"How much of last night do you remember?" Matt asked the blond carefully. Mello gave him a blank look for a moment before replying 'nothing after we started drinking.'

It was both a blessing and a curse, something that Matt would think about later when he could think rationally. Something he would only think about after a shower, though he couldn't help the smidgen of hurt that bubbled in his chest.

"Why the hell am I lying down in the tub naked?" Mello grumbled as he slowly moved himself into a seated position. Mello got an odd look in his eyes as he shifted in discomfort and Matt's hope that he wouldn't notice fell away.

"I have no idea. I woke up on the floor next to the bed." Matt shrugged. "When I didn't see you around the room I went to look for you and found you in here. I need a shower so you had to wake up." He grinned at the end, without any real amusement, and Mello growled at him.

"So you turn the shower on me?" Mello snapped, though to Matt it seemed more of a reflex than anything; Mello seemed down, unhappy, though the only thing Matt could attribute it to would be his headache.

"You should shower first." Matt commented blandly and watched as Mello blinked and looked down, his features instantly contorting into a grimace.

"Yeah...guess I should." Mello mumbled quietly and began to stand. His movements were slow and strained and Matt guessed that Mello's legs were numb from lying on the cold tube the entire night.

The second Mello began to sway, his left leg giving out, Matt didn't even think as he wrapped his arms around Mello's waist and pulled him close to hold him up. Mello's breath had quickened for that split second, the realization he was about to fall sliding over his face, but calmed as Matt caught him.

Matt could hardly breathe with Mello so close and distantly he couldn't help but wonder at that. If the situation had happened even a week ago he would have simply been able to laugh at the blond as he helped him and then it would be over. But now... he couldn't help but concentrate on the soft but slightly frozen skin under his fingertips. Or Mello's heartbeat that beat against him from the blond's naked chest.

"Thanks Matt..." he caught Mello saying as he stood straighter and supported his own weight. Matt beat down the part of him that wanted to continue to hold the blond and slowly let go of him, making sure he wasn't about to fall.

"I'm fine now. It was just a leg cramp."

Matt nodded, knowing there was really nothing he could say, and quickly backed out of the bathroom. He gently closed the door and didn't dare to breathe again until the water had turned on.

Matt numbly shuffled over to his bed and sat down heavily. He reached over and took his cigarettes and lighter off the bedside table. He really didn't care if he was or wasn't supposed to smoke in the room, he needed a cigarette.

Once lit he inhaled deeply and held his breath until lightheaded. How the hell had things gotten so complicated?

Matt let his chin fall to his chest, careful not to burn himself with the cigarette despite paying it only minimal attention. Sure, anyone would expect to be slightly shaken at finding out they'd slept with their male best friend when drunk. But Matt had realized that there might be actual feelings attached to it... that conflicted with so many things from his past.

He swallowed heavily and shut his eyes so he wouldn't continuously watch the bathroom door where Mello was showering inside; his naked lean body covered with water and...

Matt hunched over and gripped his hair harshly. He had more than liked what had occurred; it had felt so good to be with Mello, not just the physical. Matt hunched over a little more. He might.. he might want to be with him.

And it scared him.

But Mello didn't seem to remember anything yet and maybe it was a good thing. Matt liked their friendship, was comfortable with it, and if Mello remembering meant that changing... then he wished Mello never remembered.

Matt vaguely noted that the shower had turned off but was only pulled from his thoughts as Mello's head peaked out of the bathroom.

"Matt...?"

His head shot up to look at Mello, though he immediately regretted it as the chainsaws in his brain came to life. "Yeah?" he asked, wincing in pain.

"Can you get me some clothes? I don't have anything in here other than my leather and it's... well its dirty to say the least." Mello said quietly, though the last part a sigh was added.

"Yeah, just give me a minute." Matt stood and was grateful Mello hadn't said anything about his cigarette. He rummaged through one of Mello's draws, amused to see similar clothing to his own in it, and picked out articles at random. He handed them to Mello, who shut the door immediately afterwards and gently hit his head on the door.

Why, in Zelda's name, did he have to have done something so stupid while drunk?

-End Zombie-

AN: shorter chapter but eh... XD
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