A/N: yay for unplanned second installments!! Mello had to have his turn! *innocent look* In any case, I think I'll probably keep updating this now and then as new ideas strike me. You'll want to know what Mello's "secret weapon" looks like, trust me, so when you get to that point, you can go to the link below (remove the spaces), and scroll down to #2. Happy reading! (and reviewing! ;) )

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It had been two weeks since the infamous chocolate cigarette incident, and, much to Matt's chagrin, his and Mello's relationship had not progressed any further. In fact, it had come to a grinding halt. After that one glorious, long waited for make-out session, Mello had refused to give him even a peck on the cheek. Indeed, he seemed intent upon ignoring the whole thing.

Except…although Mello had made no physical moves on him, Matt had the odd feeling that the other boy was hitting on him. Well, maybe Matt was just going insane, but it certainly seemed like Mello had been winking at him an inordinate amount lately, and on several occasions had locked eyes with Matt while eating chocolate in such a way that Matt had to excuse himself from the room.

Matt shook his head. No, he would never understand Mello. And while he wasn't exactly thrilled that it didn't seem as if the experience of two weeks prior was likely to repeat itself, he'd always have the memory to keep him warm at night.

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Mello's plot was going even better than he'd expected. He'd been impressed by Matt's ploy with the chocolate cigarettes, and now it was time for payback. He fully intended to keep this relationship going, but first he had to show Matt that two could play at this game. The real question was, how to go about it? He'd been putting off any action for weeks now, plotting and planning instead.

Although, come to think of it, doing nothing was working out pretty well. Every time he licked his lips to moisten them, or tore the paper off a bar of chocolate with his teeth, Matt's eyes glazed a little and he broke out in a sweat.

Therefore, Mello wasn't in any particular rush to find the perfect way to seduce Matt. He figured the right idea would hit him eventually.

So when he saw the original-Nintendo-controller-printed-panties in the window of his favorite stripper-gear store (hey, a boy's gotta buy his lace-up leather pants somewhere) Mello couldn't help but indulge in a slightly sadistic grin.

After purchasing the largest size panties the bored store clerk could dig out of stock, Mello stopped by one of his favorite restaurants and picked up sushi to-go. Now that Mello knew what his plan was, he wasn't going to waste any time putting it into action.

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Matt knew that Mello was up to something the moment he walked in the door. He'd only seen that grin on the blonde's face a handful of times, and nearly all of them had ended in Matt driving a drunken Mello back to their apartment and nursing his hangover in the morning. It was the grin that meant Mello had something risky and fun in mind. Unfortunately, fun for Mello usually meant designated driver and nurse duty for Matt.

Thus, Matt was rightly skeptical when Mello fixed him with that smile and announced, "I bought sushi for dinner!"

Knowing that no amount of cajoling would make Mello divulge his plans, Matt simply sighed and pulled out two clean pairs of chopsticks as Mello set the table. Just as he pulled out a chair and was about to sit down, Mello interrupted him.

"Matt?"

"Yes?"

"Could you show me one more time how to use the chopsticks? I forgot". Mello smiled simperingly up at Matt, eyes wide and innocent.

Matt rolled his eyes. Mello had never quite gotten the hang of eating with chopsticks; he was constantly getting wasabi sauce on his pants. Maybe that was why he wore leather, Matt contemplated as he walked over the stand behind Mello's chair, it was easy to wipe off.

Leaning over Mello's shoulder, he placed his hand over Mello's, trying not to blush and moan at the contact, and gently moved his fingers into the correct position. He turned his head towards Mello's, intending on saying something along the lines of, "There, now try and remember how to hold them this time", but the sudden proximity of Mello's lips stopped him cold.

Mello was barely an inch away, and his clear blue eyes were boring into Matt's, gaze full of fire and teasing. Matt could swear he felt the whisper of movement on his lips as Mello whispered "Thanks".

Matt let his eyes slid closed, tilted his head a little to the side…and then remembered that Mello didn't want him. He pulled back, clearing his throat and blushing, and went back to his own seat, determinedly staring at his raw fish. He picked up his chopsticks, wielding them expertly to take a bite out of his sushi roll. Just as he put the second half of the roll in his mouth, Mello let out a little shout.

Matt glanced up instinctively to see Mello with wasabi-covered sushi all over his pants. He was just about to make a snide comment about being a slow learner when Mello stood up and started unlacing his pants. At that point it was all Matt could do to not drool.

Mello finished unlacing his pants and yanked them down in one smooth movement, stepping out of them and folding them all business like, setting the soiled garment on the counter. Then, anticipation of Matt's reaction written in every line of his face, he turned around.

His be-goggled friend looked like he'd been flash-frozen; he wasn't moving an inch, and his mouth was hanging open a bit. Mello smirked and jutted out his hips a touch. "Care to play a game?"

And then Matt was on him, tearing at his shirt as he lifted Mello onto the counter, sucking and kissing Mello's shoulder and neck. He groaned as Mello wrapped his legs around his waist, sliding into an aggravated whimper as the zipper of Mello's shirt proved too difficult for two geniuses to un-zip. Finally they managed through a combined effort to peel it over Mello's head, exposing yards of pale, toned torso.

Mello thought hazily that Matt still hadn't kissed him on the lips, but Matt's hands on his waist quickly dispelled that thought, and all its kin, from Mello's head. He tugged at Matt's shirt, trying to get him even closer, and then Matt discovered the printed buttons on the controller adorning Mello's underwear, and the game was over.

Mello almost yelped at the sudden, though by no means unwelcome, sensation, cupped his hands around Matt's face, and pulled him into a bruising kiss, tongue darting in and out teasingly and lips moving in smooth rhythm.

Yeah, so he lost this time, but he'd pretty much been asking for it. He should have known that Matt would win any game involving a buttons and a toggle. He'd just have to think of something more cunning next time. Mmm, next time. Mello smiled into the kiss, making up a new game of how loudly he could get Matt to moan.