So, I thought I'd start some small fanfics, just little things that I feel like writing based on a thought I've had or a song I thought I could write something to. I sorta got the idea from Dlvvanzor's Shorts and Sweets.

This one was based on my reaction to first seeing Moulin Rouge (***SPOILER ALERT*** I do reveal the ending of the movie, so if you haven't seen it but are planning to, don't read this if you don't want to spoil the movie). It could also be a fic based on the song Come What May, but that wasn't my initial intention.

Yes, I know I was supposed to write the next chapter to The Notebook but I was lazy, it will be done tomorrow. I have a detailed outline written so it shouldn't take too long.

Anyways, enjoy this.

Genre: Romance/Humor/Tragedy

Characters: MattxMello

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Death Note, Star Wars, Ewan McGregor, Moulin Rouge, or the song Come What May

I was sitting in front of a number of screens, watching them out of the corner of my eye as I played Zelda on my DS. It sucked having to watch the news for every little bit of coverage on new criminals, and Kira. At least I had my games to keep me occupied.

I had just beat the game when Mello burst through the door in all his black leather glory. He kicked off his shoes and slammed the door shut.

"Fuck, I need a break from all of this!" A common phrase I'd been hearing lately from him. In Mello-speak it was more like, I'm tired. I want to solve this case, but I want to relax a bit. However, there was a tinge of dread in his voice. That was new, and I wondered what could have caused it.

I didn't move from where I sat, figuring it was nothing, and just let him stomp his way into the kitchen; no doubt heading for the chocolate stash.

I was proved right when he came back to the living room, a chunk of chocolate being bitten off the bar with a loud crack. He plopped himself down on the couch and moved to rest his bare feet on my lap.

"Give me a massage," he demanded, not even glancing at me, his attention on the screens. More Mello-speak meaning, pamper me. He didn't admit it, but Mello liked being spoiled.

I sighed. Mello knew I would do whatever he said no matter what. So I placed my DS on the coffee table and took one of his feet in my hands. Despite him never wearing socks with his boots, his feet were actually quite soft. I suspected he put cream on them to keep them that way, seeing as how he took his appearance very seriously. I mean, why else would he spend over an hour making himself look so damn sexy?

Mello hummed a tune I didn't know while I was massaging him. You wouldn't believe it if I told you, but Mello had a great voice. I silently wished he would sing instead of just humming, it sounded like a beautiful song.

After a few minutes I switched to the other foot.

"You know," I murmured in an offhand tone. "If you need a break, we could always record the footage and watch a movie or something. Watch what we missed later."

Mello finally turned to look at me, eyes narrowed. "Are you trying to get out of doing work?" Really?.

"I was just saying. We don't have to, but you could pick the movie. It would only take a few minutes to get everything ready."

Mello pulled his foot out of my hands and went to our room. I knew that was his consent so I rushed to get everything set. It would have been record time if someone had been timing me. I downloaded the live feeds from each news station, set up each station on a different window, and then got each one of them recording, in the span of two minutes. Then it only took an extra 30 seconds to hook the DVD player up to the biggest screen.

I was back lounging on the couch and counted to 5 before Mello emerged from the room, DVD in hand.

He handed it to me and I inserted the disk looking incredulously at the cover. "Moulin Rouge?" I asked. "Isn't this like some sappy girls movie?"

Mello glared at me. "It's a musical, and we're just watching it cause I've had one of the songs stuck in my head all day." I like it. So deal with it.

I shrugged and sat beside him.

When the movie started I was a little surprised to be watching Ewan McGregor. The only movies I'd seen him in were Star Wars as Obiwan Kenobi. Yeah, I know, I'm a nerd. Anyways, it was a little weird seeing him not wearing a Jedi robe or wielding a lightsaber.

A bunch of stuff happened and then I was hit with the most shocking thing I've seen in my life. He started singing.

"What?" I exclaimed. Obiwan was singing!

I couldn't believe what I was seeing and actually took my goggles off, thinking that they somehow made me see things.

Nothing changed, except for a slight chuckle from Mello.

I blushed a little at my outburst and settled myself again to continue watching the movie.

Overall it was really good, more of a love story than I would like, but it was undeniably good. At one point in the movie, Obiwan – yes, that is how I will always refer to him – started singing another song, Come What May, and I recognized the tune from the humming Mello had been doing earlier.

I was right. It was a beautiful song and I wondered how it would sound in Mello's voice. I doubted I would ever find out.

The rest of the movie passed by and I actually found myself crying when Satine died. I felt so bad for Obiwan. I myself would have died inside if I'd gotten my love back and then lost them again just like that.

I glanced at Mello but he was pointedly not looking at me, a slight shine to his eyes. I couldn't help but think how cute Mello was, trying to hide his emotions.

I turned the TV off when it was over and turned to Mello. "That was good. Happy you got your break?"

I was surprised when he didn't answer, and didn't look at me either.

"Mello?" I slid myself over to his side and wrapped my arms around him. "What's wrong?"

He pulled himself into my lap and buried his face in my neck, giving it light kisses. I was starting to get a little worried, Mello didn't usually act so... so... needy.

Mello somehow maneuvered himself so he was straddling me and proceeded to nip, lick, and kiss his way up my neck to my lips. I had to admit, I didn't hate it, but he was still scaring me.

I was pulled into a deep kiss and I couldn't stop myself from allowing his tongue to explore the inner regions of my mouth.

Mello pulled back when my hands clutched at him, begging for air, and let his lips trail down my neck again.

I was panting when I asked again, "Mello, what's wrong? Tell me."

He didn't answer, but did something else totally unexpected. He let his lips linger by my ear, and he began to sing.

"Never knew I could feel like this. Like I've never seen the sky before. Want to vanish inside your kiss. Everyday I love you more and more. Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing; telling me to give you everything. Seasons may change winter to spring, but I love you until the end of time. Come what may, come what may; I will love you until my dying day."

My body melted at his angelic voice, and I was disappointed when he stopped.

"Matt," he whispered lustfully, giving me another deep kiss. "I need you. Right. Now."

Need? He'd never said he needed me. Want, sure. But need? I was really concerned at this point, but my thoughts were forced away when Mello started to grind his hips into mine.

I couldn't hold back any longer and captured Mello's mouth with my own. My hands found grip under Mello's tight butt and I picked him up, carrying him to the bedroom where I thoroughly ravished his body.

Afterwards we lay quietly, my body curved around Mello's.

"Matt," he whispered.

I squeezed him gently. "Yes, Mels?"

"We're going to kidnap Kiyomi Takada."

Dun, dun, dun. How many of you saw that coming?

Anyways, I hope you caught that the italics were Mello-speak, and I hope you liked it. R&R please.

P.S. Did any of you notice the title? :P