A/N: Second Mello bday fic? It's the close to his birthday.. sad. BUT.. The reason I had to do this was because most people generally classify Mello as the Seme. However, mine prefers to be the Uke. Now, no Mello will ever admit to liking to play Uke, but they secretly do. SO, I had to get this out there for all the Proud Uke Mello's out there. 3 I am handing you your excuse and reasoning on a silver platter. Enjoy. 3

Redefining "Uke"

Matt grunted as Mello's back arched off the bed, pressing his body to his. Walls tightened around him, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. The warm liquid that seaped over his abdoman being the final sensation to send him over the edge, and into a blissful release with his lover.

"Holy fuck." Matt panted, as he crumbled down onto Mello, nuzzling his face into the crook of his neck. "Why'd we wait so long to do this?" Mello laughed.

"I have no fucking clue." The blonde shoved him to the side, turning with the movement to get comfortable, as his eyes began to feel heavy.

"Who would have thought that you would be the uke?" Matt joked, a puff of air escaping his lip in his exhausted laughter. Mello's eyes shot open and he looked at him critically. "What?"

"You think I'm the uke?" Mello smirked. Matt looked confused.

"Well, it is my dick up your ass." He smiled innocently. Mello pushed up onto an arm to look down at the red head.

"And?" He inquired. Matt just stared at him, blinking. "Correct me if I'm wrong, Matty. Wasn't it you who spent three days baking me all sorts of chocolate treats leading up to my birthday? Wasn't it you who listened to me when I told you to start cooking naked? Wasn't it you who comes to bed when I say so? And wasn't it me who demanded you fuck me, and you enjoying my demands at gunpoint?" He smirked as Matt's jaw dropped.

"Oh my, Zelda." Matt laughed. Mello's lips twisted and his eyes darkened.

"That's right, Matt. You may top, but you're my good little uke bitch, and it'd be in your best interest to never forget it."

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