-Chapter One-

It was awfully quiet, just the muffled sound of the rustle upstairs since all the kids were in the common room was heard. He was completely lonely, but still, nervous. Who know, he might get caught? If Mello refused so desperately to do it, it most likely was high chances of getting busted. The redhead ran silently through one of the long corridors, and conveniently dodged all the windows so none of the teacher would see him. He reduced his speed when he saw the targeted door at the end of the corridor. He hastily glanced backwards, to make sure no one was following him, before he took a firm grip around the doorknob. As silent as one could, he opened the door, sneaked in and shut it. He reached down to his belt, hands searching for the walkie-talkie.

"Mario is in the kitchen, come." He whispered, very into the whole agent stuff. He even knelt behind one the kitchen counters, just to make sure that no one would see or recognize him even if they opened the door.

"I thought we decided that I would be Mario, and you Luigi!" Mello's whispering voice came out huskily through the walkie-talkie receiver.

"Okay, okay! Let's not fight" Matt muttered, his mood slightly lowered. He wanted to be Mario! Mello didn't even care about games, why would he insist on this! Matt could bet it was just out of pure stubbornness. Even though nods can't be heard through electrical advices, or more correctly they don't usually make any sound at all, Mello nodded before he spoke now in a gravely serious tone.

"Listen close now, Luigi." Mello repeated teasingly, putting more emphasis on the Luigi than the other words in the sentence. "The treasure should be hidden in the cupboard beside the fridge, come"

Matt took a look around, reached up and opened the cupboard slowly. "The booty is located, I will bring it back. Will you wait at the castle?, Come." Mello replied with a short yes, and then declared the conversation as over. Matt looked gloomy at the walkie-talkie, Mello hadn't even said 'over and out' like he should have done. But, he had no time to waste, and hastily began take as many chocolate bars as he could. His arms were soon enough filled, and he could no longer use them. Matt used his foot to open the door and then, since he became much clumsier with chocolate up to his chin, concluded it wasn't any idea in avoiding the windows. He had only one choice. The only way this might work out was if he rushed through the corridor, made a sharp turn just after one of the expensive sculptures and then burst through the door to the small wardrobe-like space where the teacher stuffed away cleaning products and where Mello most certainly was waiting for him. He breathed heavily as he settled his mind.

I can do this.

His socks slipped slightly when he accelerated from completely still, to the fastest he could ever run. He ran, and began to think that he maybe would make it, when one of the doors opened and Roger took a step out of his office. Matt, who had reached such a high speed that he couldn't stop even if he wanted to, made a nice pirouette and did not only succeed to avoid Roger, he did make him so shocked that he couldn't move from the spot he was standing. Even more stressed than before, if that was a possibility, he made a sharp turn when he reached the spoken sculpture and right into the door which luckily opened inwards. Before he had time to locate all of his limbs, he closed the door, in case Roger would wake up from his momentary paralyzed state and go looking for Matt and the stolen chocolate.

"Matt!" Mello groaned, from his position under the redhead. He balanced a chocolate bar on his head, and it looked quite funny (That was however Matt's opinion. But Mello didn't look amused.) Matt wasn't so dumb that he would mention it to Mello since it would make Mello upset and maybe get both of them caught, but still, he wanted revenge. It just wasn't fair that he did all the shitty work.

"I thought we agreed on Luigi?" Matt said, teasingly, not moving away from Mello. Mello's face became red with anger, but he had never been unintelligent so he knew that shouting on him would eventually get them busted. He did not want anyone to see them in this awkward and embarrassing position. The more he thought about it, the more awkward the position became. For an example he realized that his knee was just lightly pressed against Matt's crotch.

"Oh, shut it!" He hissed, tried to escape from the appealing warmth of Matt's body. But, Matt did not let Mello slip away from his grip. The blond could feel Matt's still hurried breaths against his neck, could not ignore the thought that hit him, did Matt breathed hard because of the short run, the heat in the small space which them both were stuffed in, or simply because of the sensation of being so close to another body? Mello had learned it was hard being a teenager, since he had turned thirteen last winter. The hormones which leapt through his veins did exactly what he wanted them NOT to do. He felt that too well-known feeling at the bottom of his stomach, just before he felt something in his pants strain at the garments of his boxers. What is the FUCKING chance of getting an erection now?

Matt knew some of the means of being in the early puberty, but the hormones had not yet suddenly increased in his body, so he did not get erections now and then by random. The redhead looked down at his friends, and saw his flushed cheeks. His heart skipped one beat; something with the whole scene was enticing. How the hell did we end up in such an embarrassing position! He scolded himself for not have pulling away earlier, since his body now seemed frozen. Suddenly, when he became more aware of which of the limbs that were his and those which were Mello's, he realized that someone's knee was pressing against the front of his pants. As soon as the thought hit him, it was too late. The feeling of having Mello's knee against his most private area made him more aroused than it should have done.

In lack of doing something Matt slowly turned his gaze against Mello's eyes, and he (No matter how low the chance was) was doing the same. Jade colored eyes against clear blue.

They both began to lean in, no one uttered a word nor thought a single thought. Matt closed his eyes, slightly tilted his head to the left so their noses wouldn't press against each other. It was pure instinct. Mello raised his chin slightly since Matt wouldn't reach his mouth if he didn't. Their lips were just a few inches away from each other, and the distance was shrinking hastily. Three inches, two inches, Matt's breath hitched, one inch –

Shoosh!

The chocolate bar Mello had balanced on his head slowly slid down, and hit the small area of floor which wasn't covered with Matt or Mello's body. The mood was broken, and the young teenagers suddenly woke up from their hypnotized state, realized what they had been inches from doing. They parted with an incredible speed, like you've turned two magnets backside against each other. With no further conversation, Mello gathered as many chocolate bars he could lay his hands on and rose from his position. He leaved, with no hesitation.

Matt remained seated, looking sheepishly down at his hands. Slowly brought his fingers up to his lips, the one's which had been an inch from Mello's. Even though the space wasn't as crowded as before, it still was unnaturally hot. If Matt trailed his hands against the floor where Mello sat before he could still feel the warmth. His long fingers stopped when they felt something different. It was the chocolate bar, the very one that had slid down from Mello's head. He must have forgotten about it in the rush of getting away.

Mello…

- AUTHOR'S COMMENTS -

This was very, read; VERY, fun to write and I would love getting some reviews. I will personally glomp you, seriously via the web, if you review this story. At the moment I am writing the second chapter, which is kind of weird since I thought this was going to be an oneshot (But, it was just too fun to stop!) But I haven't decided yet if it will end there, or if I'm going to continue this for all eternity! You will be the ones who decide, since the more reviews I get, the more motivated I become!

Lots of love! -