o1: Cruel Games

[[Alrighty people! My first fanfic ever is up for reviewing! I don't really know where this idea came from, but one day I was on the computer and I suddenly stood up yelling, "Idea! Iddeeeaaa!!" And I ran to my notebook, which I always carry just in case I get an idea, and wrote down this idea for a MxM fanfiction. My little brother looked over at me dancing around with a notebook in my hands and goes, "I am so proud of you." and rolls his eyes. He's usually pretty understanding about my writing and yaoi- loving, but I could tell he rolled his eyes. xD Anyway, I put a lot of thought into the people who may read this, and that's why I get so nervous when posting... Please enjoy and review. ^^ And sorry this intro was so long.

Disclaimer: Dunt-own-eet! If I did Matt would have more time on- screen! K, thx bai!]]

This wasn't the first time.

Already one thirty in the morning. Shit, where was he? Mello was supposed to be back by ten. But no. Always late...

I scooted a few more inches forward on the couch, getting a better look at the Halo game I was playing. The only sound in this whole damn apartment was the tap, tapping of my thumbs rapidly pressing against the X- box controller and the Halo melody replaying over and over.

I was expecting the door to click open any second. But it didn't. The pressure of goggles on my eyes kept me awake long enough to save and put the wireless controller back on top of the X- box. I hated having to wait for Mello. It was awful worrying every five minutes that passed me by. I'm not one to obsessively fret, but why does he tell me "I'll be back by ten" and than not be back by the time he says? It would be simpler and way less upsetting for me if he'd just leave and not specify the time he'd be back.

I nabbed my old, crappy black- block of a MP3 player of off the glass coffee table, putting on my dark, comfy headphones that most people only see in libraries or schools. Turning the volume up to 20, which was the highest it could go, I rested my elbows on my knees and my head in my hands. A long guitar solo erupted from the mini- speakers and before you could say "Mario- Kart" I was sleeping. Music full blast, still in the sitting position.

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Snap! One of the earphones that was still pulsing music pulled back and smacked against the left side of my head.

"What the fu--" I turned my head side to side and spotted a certain blonde strolling away from me into the kitchen like he didn't just do that.

"Prick!" I called out to him, "What was that for?" He rolled his eyes, reentering the room with a bar of milk- chocolate. "I'm trying to do you a favor, Matty. Turn it down or you're going to go completely deaf."

What a lie. He's never cared about the volume of my music before. As long as he couldn't hear it I could have it as loud as I'd like. He just wanted me to get pissed off. Or wake up. I'm not sure which yet. Whatever. I thought. I wasn't in the mood to play his twisted games. I turned the little device off and threw it to the floor. Then I proceeded to curl up into a ball on the dark brown, faded leather sofa.

"Yea, thanks for the 'favor'" I mocked, "Just let me sleep." The cushion nearest to my bare feet sunk down with Mello's weight. I didn't even open my eyes. I heard him pull off his tawny- colored combat boots and unzip his glossy leather vest, which fell to the floor with a thump. His leather- gloved hand grabbed my ankle and pulled me back so I was laying on my back.

"Mello..." I whined, "I'm going to sleep!" Ugh, snoozing was like heaven for me. I truly was lazy. So, knowing this, Mello would be a bitch and try to mess it up for me. Though it is hard to accomplish messing up being lazy, he seemed to win every time. Pissing me off to the breaking point was Mello's game... that he always seemed to win. He'd either A) bug me shitless or B) turn me on; than leave. Both pissed me off pretty bad, but point B was the most annoying. His leather- clad self crept up on me to sit on my crotch. Looks like he was playing for B today.

"Mells, I'm tired. Stop it!" I groaned then yelped as his hands worked their way up my black tee shirt that had the word "Gamer" written in white block letter, a little blue Pac- Man ghost sat underneath the word. One of his covered pinky fingers pressed down on a nipple. That evil fucktard! I could feel myself getting a hard on.

"So you're tired, hmm?" he purred, his voice sly, "I'll just have to ruin that. Sorry. I'm bored and I want you awake." With that, he started grinding into my nearing- painful erection. He was bored. Psshh... Yup, that usually caused stuff like this to happen to me. What a cruel world we live in, eh?

Mello lifted one of my favorite shirts off over my head, orange tinted goggles trying to drag up with the fabric. I still had them on from the night before and now the friction that they made on my skin stung. After Mello discarded my shirt on the floor I attempted to haul the goggles back onto my eyes. He grabbed my wrists, leather fingers wrapping around them.

"Keep them off." he practically barked the order, "I want to see your eyes."

I gulped and face my flush a pinkish- red color. Oh shit. He was seriously going to... I mean, the only time I really took off my goggles was when I was sleeping or showering. Besides that, Mello would only take them if he was seriously going to fuck me.

"Err... uhm..." I stuttered. It's not like we haven't had sex before. But still. It wasn't very common around this place. [insert eye roll here] Okay, maybe it was. Doesn't mean I couldn't be nervous about it. Mello laid his bare chest against my own, and trailed kisses up my neck, letting his tongue flicker out of his lips as each kiss was placed. I nearly moaned out in pleasure. This was so cheating! He knew that the tongue-to-neck thing was a weak point for me! I held back another moan by biting onto my bottom lip. Slowly I let out a ragged breath, careful not to any noise escape while doing so.

"What time did you get home?" I asked. He had to be exhausted right? I had stayed up until one thirty waiting for him, so I know he didn't get home until... well... later than that. He pauses and lifted his lips only about a centimeter from my heated flesh.

"Just a few minutes ago. I slept elsewhere if that's what you're wondering."

I straight up, nearly knocking Mello's blonde self off of the couch. He was now sitting on my hips again, but my back was completely off of the rough fabric of the sofa.

"What the--" he started.

"Why didn't you come back?" I asked, more than a little frustrated. I had tried to stay up late to be able to actually see him when he came home. And I waited for nothing?

"Some... stuff came up." was his lame reply. Suuurree. That was always the excuse.

"Douche bag." I mumbled under my breath. I wasn't about to admit I was waiting for him every night. It would just ebb away even more of my near nonexistent "manly pride" as some so called it. But what was he doing out so late every night? Even when he wasn't with his mafia buddies. Could he be... cheating? Well, fuck. We didn't exactly label our relationship as anything more than friends, and I don't think Mello has ever told me that he loved me.

Did he even love me?

Now that I really thought about it, I wasn't even sure. Maybe I was just a friend who he could screw if he got bored. Shit, I really shouldn't think so much. Mello tried to wrap his arms around my neck but I brushed him off and stood up. He practically growled.

"Get your ass back down here and let me fuck you." Psh, nice way of putting it. I wasn't mad at him, I just needed some thinking time. As tempting as going back to him right then sounded....

"No way." I tried to be all smart ass about it. "Fuck yourself." I grabbed my black shirt off the wood floor along with my car keys and MP3 player. I pulled the shirt over my bare chest. Mello just lounged on the couch. Giving me that evil death- stare he was so good at.

"See 'ya." I saluted as I rushed out of the apartment door.

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