Before we get started: Matt and Mello are my favorite pairing out of any series I've ever been a fan of. I haven't seen very many sweet or romantic fics for them, so I decided I'd just make my own.
Summary: Their lives were just two messes that happened to be forced together at the right place at the right time. A collection of sweet little drabbles between Matt and Mello.
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Sometimes, when he lay in Matt's bed and just couldn't get to sleep, his mind would wander. Most of the time he dwelt on the things that scared him. He was terrified of himself. Of all the things he had done, and all the things he knew he would have to do. All the wrongs he committed in the past. He was sure he could never be redeemed.
In the darkness, he would try to be as still as possible. The city lights played on his imagination. The shadows on the walls turned into monsters, looking for him, closing in on him, like all of his fears. He wasn't supposed to have fears. He was Mello. He was nearly invincible, tough as fucking nails, and afraid of the make-believe monsters under his bed. Yeah. It didn't make sense to him either
Cold fear would crush his bones and make his body shake when he breathed. The room was silent, save for the sound of the other's relaxed breathing on the other side of the bed. He was scared for him. Terrified that his monsters would rip him apart, slice his best friend to ribbons with their black claws, leaving him alone and at their mercy.
It would get to be too much to take. Boiling tears would fall, but only a few, because he was Mello, and Mello never cried. He would taste the tang of salt on his own tongue. Eyelashes became soaked and grew cold against pale skin. But then Matt would miraculously shift closer to him in his sleep, until he could feel silky red hair on his face and warm, sleeping breath on his lips.
He would smile. No. There were no monsters. No horror could ever touch him, not with Matt there to provide warmth and comfort. The city lights shone more brightly, banishing the shadows away until the retreated into corners of the room, huddled up behind bedside tables and on the other side of doors. No. Matt was his lighthouse on dark nights. His flashlight in power outages. His candle during storms. He could go on and on with the cheesy clichés, but his point was made, and he wanted to savor the way his lips on the corner of Matt's mouth just seemed to fit so wonderfully. Wanted to commit to memory how safe and soft he felt with Matt's long and lanky arms tangled around his slender shoulders.
Mello would fall asleep with a grin on his lips. Yeah, he had the brightest of all lights under his fingers, heart beating against his own. There was no darkness. Ever.
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