My first Matt/Mello ^^ Um...I based this on something that happened to me... and I WILL update Of Cats and Cake...later XD So please review?

Premise: Matt has an identical twin. They're after Mello, but who is who? Which one flirted shamelessly with him? Who is the evil twin? God help him because he just can't tell them apart.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.

Two of a Kind

Chapter 1

Mello was in the local supermarket, scouring for chocolate, when it happened.

"Hi."

Mello looked up at the greeting, apparently directed at himself.

He blinked.

"Hi?"

The man smiled.

He was gorgeous; flaming red hair, smooth pale skin…different attire, and…goggle covered eyes. Eyes he only assumed were as gorgeous as the rest of him.

"You look kind of lost." The guy remarked, grinning like an idiot.

Mello couldn't help but to think how cheesy this scene was. He obviously wanted a piece of him…ridiculous.

Mello lifted an index finger and pointed.

"Nope." He answered curtly. Perhaps that was rude, but fuck, LEAVE, or get to the fucking point…sometime today!

The redhead chuckled. It was a warm sound, very comforting, but still slightly creepy. If he hadn't been Mihael Keehl, he probably would have run by now. But, nope. He looked down, examining his attire, his physique, his fingernails. Still all black, still Mihael Keehl.

"Chocolate, huh?" he grinned, an evil glint to those goggle covered eyes, "Didn't think someone as fit as you would be eating that."

Mello raised his eyebrows, "What's that supposed to mean?" he scowled.

The grin never fell from Red's face, he even had the audacity to CHUCKLE, "Heh, nothing. Just that you're hot is all."

Mello snarled, "I'm not interested."

He turned his attention to the chocolate. Oh the heavenly chocolate. How I doth love you. So heavenly –

"Why not?"

Mello scowled.

"You're still here?"

He didn't turn around but he could feel Red's eyes on him. Travelling down…to his ass!

Without turning around, he administered his glare into his words and spat, "Stop staring."

The man chuckled, once again!

"Feisty, huh? Well, I still don't have a name to go with the amazing…face."

ASSHOLE!

Mello turned sharply to glare into his goggle covered eyes, and yup…they were still there.

"Pervert." He snarled. He was seething and this guy…this GUY. FUCK!

"Pervert, huh?" Red smirked, "Well, I'll be seeing you, Pervert." And then he turned and walked away.

WHAT!

If Mello had had his gun, it would be pointed at that weed of red decorating the man's head and he would have fired. No doubt. ASSHOLE.

After that…encounter, Mello could not get his mind off the redhead. He had had the audacity to ask for his name, but had not given one in return. Of course Mello had called him a pervert, but then…no! Mello had been the one to be insulted and it was infuriating. No one treated him this way, NO ONE. Well, at least not after he'd turned those ice-cold blue eyes at them, then even the most treacherous pervert would recoil.

Yes, that was how it worked. But this…this…GUY! Fuck! He was so mad he could barely contain it.

As he opened the gate to his house, where he lived ALONE, thank God, he kicked the empty flowerpots, causing them to topple over and break. He had to release some aggression and those god-awful flowerpots were just begging to be pummeled.

Seriously, what was the gardener thinking?

He trudged up the steps to his porch, all twenty-four of them, sighing in relief as he reached the top. It was June, it was hot, and it was HUMID. All variables that did NOT agree with his clothing. Why did he have to look so fucking hot in leather?

He put down the bag filled with chocolate, and the odd sandwich, and then fished out the key from his pocket. Yes, he had pockets, thank you. They just weren't that visible to the untrained eye, being located on the INSIDE of his pants, rather than the outside. Something a good friend had once taught him.

As he turned the lock, he heard that distinct mewl. He smirked.

"Done fucking the neighbors?" he teased.

The cat just meowed, arching his body lazily, and yawning widely.

Mello chuckled, the cat soon sprinting after its master; determined not to be locked outside again.

"Hey!" he barked, "Out!"

The cat obeyed, but protested loudly. Mello never allowed him in the house anymore, not since he'd taken recurring shits on the floor, even while his litter box had been perfectly FINE. If he couldn't follow the rules, he'd have to sleep outside. No one pisses on Mello's terrain.

Mello slammed the door in the cat's face, the bang echoing long after he'd done so, having no curtains or carpets to absorb the sound.

He put the chocolate down on the floor, clean except for a few odd stains that the cat had caused in its eagerness to devour the canned tuna Mello had bought especially for him. Today, however, the cat would only get the dry stuff.

He poured the contents of the box into the empty bowl, finding it increasingly difficult to do so.

"B!" he warned. That cat always got too eager.

In the end, Mello didn't succeed in scaring the Bengal, and thus, he was forced to pour the contents ON his head, rather than directly into the bowl. He shrugged. Not like it mattered, the beast would eat it anyway, whether it was on the floor, in the bowl, or in his water. Didn't matter.

He sighed as he closed the door on the cat munching away. It was sunny out, just like every other day around here, but he didn't enjoy the sunshine. It was too fucking hot and there was no way he was going to wear SHORTS.

His thoughts went back to the guy in the store.

Who was he? Mello gritted his teeth as the image of that smug face entered his mind, but now that he had the advantage of HINDSIGHT, he realized with horror, that Red was kind of cute.

Fuck no! Ugh, no use in denying it. Such a womanly thing to do, and Mello was no WOMAN. Heh, he'd even admitted it in the store to himself, so what did it matter. His pride wouldn't suffer just by acknowledging the redhead's sex factor…

…and GOD was he hot.

He ignored Red's mouth all together, and his cheeks too, as they only managed to get him mad, the smug look being imprinted on there. Ugh.

His eyes, however…there was a mystery. They could've been any color, and really beautiful, but…they could also be fucking ugly. Grotesque even. Mello smirked as he came to the conclusion that that was the reason he used the goggles.

The goggles were ugly and didn't suit him at all. Not that Mello knew what would suit him…perhaps a black plastic bag. Yeah, so he could fucking rot or burn up in his smugness. Send him out in this sun and let him fry.

Mello shook the black plastic bag. How much more of this would he have to do? How the hell did his room get this messy? All he fucking ate was chocolate! Why in the hell were there empty soda cans and dirty spoons on the floor?

It had been a while since he'd had someone over. Mello didn't drink soda, and it had been more than a few months since anyone had come visit. Not everyone could afford the expensive trip down here, but he wasn't complaining. He liked to be alone. He got his work done, but…damn, he hadn't vacuumed this room in over a year. How disgusting.

He sighed and pulled his hair back in a ponytail. It was time to get to work.

He put the bag down, dragging it all over the room to gather up most of the cans. Yes, vacuuming was amazing. After that, he collected the spoons and tossed them into the bag. No need to save moldy cutlery. He didn't use forks and knives and that shit anyway. Guns were fucking amazing, and he ate chocolate.

He tied the full bag together, droplets of sweat trickling down his forehead. He wiped it off his brow and reached for another bag when the doorbell rang.

The shrill buzzing echoed throughout the house, the dogs next door barking at the sound. He grumbled as he got up and reached for the door, eager to see who the FUCK would annoy him by ringing that offensive torture device.

He ran up into the kitchen and fetched his only key, then ran down and pulled open the front door. He stamped over to the gate and looked up.

His eyes locked with goggle covered ones.

The man smiled, "Hi, sorry to bother you, we just moved in next door." He gestured behind him.

Red reached out a hand through the bars of the gate.

Mello dumbly took it.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Matt."

So that's the first chapter. Please review and tell me what you think. Should I continue this? What are your thoughts?