Matt X Mello

Mello closed his door behind him and began to zip his leather shirt and pants off to get ready for bed. It was a very cold winter night in L.A., and it spread through out his hideout. Out the window there were very small sprinkles of rain streaming down the glass on the outside. He glanced over with a sigh and shivered as he watched his breath drift from his mouth. He fully striped down and walked over to his dresser - which was on the other side of his room. He crouched down to his knees and pulled open the lowest drawer, where his sweats and long sleeved cloths were, but when he opened it, he saw that his cloths were replaced with others that looked nothing like his own.
“What the Hell?” Mello questioned himself. He pulled the closest clothing up to where he could see it. It was a red and black, long-sleeved, striped shirt. Mello clenched the shirt and shot up to his feet. He shoot open his door and asked loudly, “Who the Hell replaced my clothes with their shit?!” Everyone looked over at him with plain faces and no answers. “Hello? I asked you all a question.” Suddenly, Mello’s restroom door opened (which was in his room). Mello turned his head back and saw an unknown figure step out of the door frame and into his room. When he stepped into the light, Mello saw a more familiar person. He has brownish red hair and stood about Mello’s height. He wore yellow shaded goggles over his eyes that closed off his eyes. He wore loose blue jeans that hung to where you could see some of his boxers. The rest of his body was stripped.
Mello overlooked the stranger and grinned. Mello looked back outside to where everyone was curious in his question and said, “Never mind,” then shut the door with locking it silently. He stared at the man and chuckled - tossing over the shirt. “I think that’s yours…Matt.” Matt’s arm shot out and caught the shirt, then he flipped it over his shoulder. “I don’t think I’ll need this Mello.” Matt said with a clear-cut tone.
Mello gave Matt a questioning look, “Are you sure? It’s fucking cold in here. I’m freezing just talking about it… If you won’t wear it, give it to me. I’ll wear it.” Matt threw his shirt on the ground, and walked toward Mello. When Matt approached him, both his hands crept satisfyingly around Mello’s body so his arms were wrapped around Mello’s body. Mello stiffened his body up straight, and began to blush when his heart started to race at the speed of sound. “Matt…” Mello lost his breath.
“Shh…let me feel you for a second, and don’t question me, I know you like it.” Matt then snuck one of his hands down Mello’s boxers and gripped his dick. Mello gasped and moaned lightly. Matt pulled Mello closer to him and started kissing his neck while massaging Mello’s private area. Mello groaned louder as Matt quickened his pace.
“Matt.” Mello interrupted. “What?” Matt asked, not stopping anything that he was doing. “Lie me on the bed. Do whatever you want to my body.” Mello begged. “That won’t be a problem.” Matt said. Matt retrieved his hand and pushed Mello on the bed. Mello looked up at his long lost friend from the past and felt an amazing rush of relief flow over his body. “I missed you Matt,” Mello commented uncontrollably.
Matt took off his goggles and tossed them across the room. He then crawled onto Mello and replied, “Knowing you, I didn’t know that you’d say something like that.”
“I’m not that heartless…” Mello murmured.
Matt leaned down and kissed Mello’s lips, commenting, “You go through everything without me, just look at your face…”
Mello lost eye contact with him. “I don’t like talking about that Matt.”
“I’m sorry baby. I love you.”
Mello felt his face warm even more than it was. “What…?”
Matt laughed softly and repeated himself, “I said I love you, my Mello.”
“Matt…I love you too.”
Matt pressed himself down on Mello to where their skin was touching. He then tucked his arms under Mello’s body to secure himself.
Mello looked in Matt’s eyes, “Keep me warm my Matt…”
“Not a problem Mello…I love you.”
“I love you too…”

Written by: Ruckles
(This is also Mello24's on Deviantart, which is Ruckles.)

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