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Snowballing

An MxM one-shot fan-fiction

Disclaimers: Just got the urge to write some Mello x Matt stuff.  Probably will just be a one-shot ‘cause I can’t think of a whole plot.

Sooo freaking out of season.

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“Matt… Matt!  Dammit, Matt, where are you?!” He had been calling for five minutes.  Or, rather, he had called once five minutes ago and gotten engrossed in his book again, his only movement coming from his eyes scanning the words, his fingertip flipping the pages, and his arm blindly locating his mug of hot chocolate to bring it to his lips.

Frowning to himself, Mello set his book, The Phantom of the Opera, down to glance peevishly around the apartment that he shared with the redhead.  Where the hell had he gone?  Okay, so he hadn’t really been paying that close of attention for the past half an hour, but this book was engrossing, even if reading French wasn’t exactly his favorite pastime.

Irritated, the blond got to his feet and decided he would have to locate Matt and… punish him appropriately.  It would warm them up, at least.  But Matt wasn’t in the bedroom, nor was he in the bathroom or the kitchen.  As he passed the front door, Mello noticed a piece of paper taped to the wood with the gamer’s familiar scrawl on it.  Irritated, Mello snatched the paper from the door and frowned at it.  German.  He had just gotten himself used to reading French, and the damn note was written in German.

‘Mello-

Just going down to the park for a little bit.  There’s more hot chocolate in the kitchen on the stove if you want it – just turn the heat back on to low if it’s cold or something.  I’ll be back later.

-Matt

P.S. – Hah, I do happen to do things without your express permission.  Got a problem with that?’

The whole thing was ended with one of those irritating little internet anime faces he used in conversations with his little on-line geek buddies.  Growling slightly in annoyance, Mello began to ball the note up in his hands but stopped, leaving it only slightly wrinkled.  Sighing, he tossed the paper onto the sideboard and flicked his gaze over to the window.  Snow was still coming down steadily, but it didn’t look like a storm.  In fact, it would look like perfect weather if Mello wasn’t aware of just how damn cold it was beyond that pane of glass.

He debated letting the stubborn bastard freeze his ass off out there and then refuse to warm him up or let him have any hot chocolate.  But it was the first day of February.  He couldn’t do that to Matt, not on his birthday.

Dammit.  This meant he was going to have to go fetch him.  Just because it was the gamer’s birthday didn’t mean he couldn’t punish him.

Pulling his boots on, Mello drug the zipper through its track and buckled the leather with a sour expression.  He pulled on his gloves before grabbing the heavy black feathered coat he had mostly forgone since his Mafia days.  He locked the door behind him and made his way down the hallway, pulling the coat on and zipping it up securely.  He’d just better not get sick over this.

As he exited the apartment complex, a brief gust of wind hit his face sharply.  He could practically feel his unscarred cheek and nose reddening and sighed in annoyance.  That was just what he needed.  Snow flecked his shoulders and hair as he made his way down the sidewalk.

He passed the occasional group of children who were just as stupid as Matt, but with the youth to excuse it.  There were patches of ice on the street, and as no sane person would be caught dead driving on a day like this, the kids had taken over the roads for a bit of impromptu ice skating, most of which ended up in faceplants and that ilk.  Mello ignored them for the most part, dodging a couple of them as they slid past, some of them toppling face-first into snow banks that had gathered on the grassy sides of the sidewalk.

At least the park wasn’t too far away.  Carefully making his way across the frozen street, Mello stepped into the park, snow and frozen grass crunching as his boot contacted.  Unsurprisingly, the park was pretty much deserted, but for a couple of areas with kids making snowmen and that sort of thing.  However, Mello didn’t spot the mop of red hair he was searching for, and that was annoying.

Walking further into the park, Mello turned his attention to the ground.  Other footprints that looked like they belonged to an adult male, who had apparently been wandering aimlessly.  He couldn’t see the pattern of the bottoms of the shoes, so it was obvious they hadn’t been made too terribly recently.  But that meant that Matt was probably somewhere in the area.

Mello’s musings were cut short when he felt a solid ‘THWAP’ on the back of his head, nearly causing him to lose his balance.  He stepped forward involuntarily to keep from falling, his hands outstretched, as snow sprayed past his head from behind him.  After the initial shock of the attack, the back of his head began to grow cold.  Raising his hand to investigate, he determined that, yes, that had been a snowball attack.

Slowly turning around, Mello found himself facing his prey.  The redhead had a cocky smirk on his face, barely visible over the fake fur of his high-collared vest.  He had a black coat thrown over it, unzipped, as his striped shirt wasn’t exactly the best protection against the freezing weather.  Snow flecked the redhead’s hair and shoulders, caking the soles of his boots, and he had another snowball in his hand, tossing it up and down confidently.

“Hey, Mell,” he greeted, his smirk turning into a cheeky grin.  “Your defenses go down that bad in the snow or something?”

“What the fuck are you thinking?!” Mello yelled as he dusted his hair off.  His tone startled the grin off Matt’s face, stilling the snowball in his hand.  “Dammit, Matt, it’s too fucking cold out here to be doing this!  Next time you want to go contract hypothermia, let me know before hand so I can try to talk some sense into you, all right?!  Now, drop the damn snowball and just go home!”

“…all right, all right, geez,” Matt muttered, a bit hurt, as he let the snowball fall to the ground, creating a nice crater in the snow in front of him.  He turned and started to walk back, a bit dejected, but suddenly found himself propelled forward as another snowball connected with his back right between his shoulder blades.  He had been totally unprepared for the attack and it sent him careening into the snow, his landing creating a powdery explosion.

Forcing himself up to his knees and spluttering from the snow that had made its way into his mouth and nose, Matt pushed his now snow-encrusted goggles up to his forehead, turning to look at Mello.  The blond was nearly doubled over in laughter, the heel of his hand pressed against his forehead.

“Your balance sucks, Matt,” the blond said through his amusement.  After a moment, he straightened, his smile being replaced by a devious smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.  He held up his index finger, tilting his head back to look at Matt down his nose arrogantly.  “First rule of warfare – get the enemy off-guard.”

“I did that already, or have you forgotten the splat on the back of your head?” Matt asked with an evil smirk as he got up, brushing himself off.  “Fine, fine, you wanna play that way?  We’ll play that way.”

An all-out battle was sparked at those words, sending snowballs slinging through the air at a rate that would make any on-lookers afraid to get any closer.  The snow in the area was trampled by boots as the two ran around trying to get a good shot at the other.  They fell to the ground more than once, sometimes because of loss of balance and sometimes due to a desperate attempt to avoid getting plastered by the other’s snowball.

So many feelings of familiarity.  When he had been a kid, Matt had been loath to go outside and do anything that resembled exercise – but when snow had been involved, all bets had been off.  He still remembered using a snowball to knock Watari’s hat off on a dare, and he, Mello, and Near recruiting L to help them make a snowman, back when Mello and Near hadn’t hated each others guts.

With an evil smirk, Matt reared back and tackled Mello around the waist, sending both of them sailing into a heap of snow that had been mostly undisturbed by their game, but for a few stray snowballs.  This started a sort of wrestling match, both of them doing their damndest to get the better of the other as they pushed and pulled at each other.

After about five solid minutes of this, they both fell back into the snow, arms outstretched, and lay panting and laughing breathlessly, staring up at the sky.  Matt retrieved his goggles, which had fallen off during the brawl, and slung them around his neck carelessly.

“See?” Matt panted as he turned his head to face his lover.  “I knew coming out here was a good idea.  Got you to cheer up.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Mello smirked as he reached over and smacked the redhead with his gloved hand.  “Come on, let’s go-”

He was interrupted by Matt grabbing his wrist and pulling him over so Mello was practically lying on top of him, their frozen lips meeting, warming each other with their contact.

Pulling back after a moment, Mello smirked a bit.  “Inside.  Not out here, you’d get frostbite on body parts you didn’t even know you had.”

“I know, what do I look like, some kinda pervert?” Matt asked defensively, quirking an eyebrow.  “I just wanted to thank you.”

Laughing a little, Mello nodded briefly.  “You’re welcome, Matty,” he said as he got to his feet and yanked the gamer up as well.  “Come on, let’s go back to the apartment and reheat that hot chocolate… it’s bound to be stone cold by now.”

“Sweet.”

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Description
Snowballing

An MxM one-shot fan-fiction

Disclaimers: Just got the urge to write some Mello x Matt stuff.  Probably will just be a one-shot ‘cause I can’t think of a whole plot.

Sooo freaking out of season.

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“Matt… Matt!  Dammit, Matt, where are you?!” He had been calling for five minutes.  Or, rather, he had called once five minutes ago and gotten engrossed in his book again, his only movement coming from his eyes scanning the words, his fingertip flipping the pages, and his arm blindly locating his mug of hot chocolate to bring it to his lips.

Frowning to himself, Mello set his book, The Phantom of the Opera, down to glance peevishly around the apartment that he shared with the redhead.  Where the hell had he gone?  Okay, so he hadn’t really been paying that close of attention for the past half an hour, but this book was engrossing, even if reading French wasn’t exactly his favorite pastime.

Irritated, the blond got to his feet and decided he would have to locate Matt and… punish him appropriately.  It would warm them up, at least.  But Matt wasn’t in the bedroom, nor was he in the bathroom or the kitchen.  As he passed the front door, Mello noticed a piece of paper taped to the wood with the gamer’s familiar scrawl on it.  Irritated, Mello snatched the paper from the door and frowned at it.  German.  He had just gotten himself used to reading French, and the damn note was written in German.

‘Mello-

Just going down to the park for a little bit.  There’s more hot chocolate in the kitchen on the stove if you want it – just turn the heat back on to low if it’s cold or something.  I’ll be back later.

-Matt

P.S. – Hah, I do happen to do things without your express permission.  Got a problem with that?’

The whole thing was ended with one of those irritating little internet anime faces he used in conversations with his little on-line geek buddies.  Growling slightly in annoyance, Mello began to ball the note up in his hands but stopped, leaving it only slightly wrinkled.  Sighing, he tossed the paper onto the sideboard and flicked his gaze over to the window.  Snow was still coming down steadily, but it didn’t look like a storm.  In fact, it would look like perfect weather if Mello wasn’t aware of just how damn cold it was beyond that pane of glass.

He debated letting the stubborn bastard freeze his ass off out there and then refuse to warm him up or let him have any hot chocolate.  But it was the first day of February.  He couldn’t do that to Matt, not on his birthday.

Dammit.  This meant he was going to have to go fetch him.  Just because it was the gamer’s birthday didn’t mean he couldn’t punish him.

Pulling his boots on, Mello drug the zipper through its track and buckled the leather with a sour expression.  He pulled on his gloves before grabbing the heavy black feathered coat he had mostly forgone since his Mafia days.  He locked the door behind him and made his way down the hallway, pulling the coat on and zipping it up securely.  He’d just better not get sick over this.

As he exited the apartment complex, a brief gust of wind hit his face sharply.  He could practically feel his unscarred cheek and nose reddening and sighed in annoyance.  That was just what he needed.  Snow flecked his shoulders and hair as he made his way down the sidewalk.

He passed the occasional group of children who were just as stupid as Matt, but with the youth to excuse it.  There were patches of ice on the street, and as no sane person would be caught dead driving on a day like this, the kids had taken over the roads for a bit of impromptu ice skating, most of which ended up in faceplants and that ilk.  Mello ignored them for the most part, dodging a couple of them as they slid past, some of them toppling face-first into snow banks that had gathered on the grassy sides of the sidewalk.

At least the park wasn’t too far away.  Carefully making his way across the frozen street, Mello stepped into the park, snow and frozen grass crunching as his boot contacted.  Unsurprisingly, the park was pretty much deserted, but for a couple of areas with kids making snowmen and that sort of thing.  However, Mello didn’t spot the mop of red hair he was searching for, and that was annoying.

Walking further into the park, Mello turned his attention to the ground.  Other footprints that looked like they belonged to an adult male, who had apparently been wandering aimlessly.  He couldn’t see the pattern of the bottoms of the shoes, so it was obvious they hadn’t been made too terribly recently.  But that meant that Matt was probably somewhere in the area.

Mello’s musings were cut short when he felt a solid ‘THWAP’ on the back of his head, nearly causing him to lose his balance.  He stepped forward involuntarily to keep from falling, his hands outstretched, as snow sprayed past his head from behind him.  After the initial shock of the attack, the back of his head began to grow cold.  Raising his hand to investigate, he determined that, yes, that had been a snowball attack.

Slowly turning around, Mello found himself facing his prey.  The redhead had a cocky smirk on his face, barely visible over the fake fur of his high-collared vest.  He had a black coat thrown over it, unzipped, as his striped shirt wasn’t exactly the best protection against the freezing weather.  Snow flecked the redhead’s hair and shoulders, caking the soles of his boots, and he had another snowball in his hand, tossing it up and down confidently.

“Hey, Mell,” he greeted, his smirk turning into a cheeky grin.  “Your defenses go down that bad in the snow or something?”

“What the fuck are you thinking?!” Mello yelled as he dusted his hair off.  His tone startled the grin off Matt’s face, stilling the snowball in his hand.  “Dammit, Matt, it’s too fucking cold out here to be doing this!  Next time you want to go contract hypothermia, let me know before hand so I can try to talk some sense into you, all right?!  Now, drop the damn snowball and just go home!”

“…all right, all right, geez,” Matt muttered, a bit hurt, as he let the snowball fall to the ground, creating a nice crater in the snow in front of him.  He turned and started to walk back, a bit dejected, but suddenly found himself propelled forward as another snowball connected with his back right between his shoulder blades.  He had been totally unprepared for the attack and it sent him careening into the snow, his landing creating a powdery explosion.

Forcing himself up to his knees and spluttering from the snow that had made its way into his mouth and nose, Matt pushed his now snow-encrusted goggles up to his forehead, turning to look at Mello.  The blond was nearly doubled over in laughter, the heel of his hand pressed against his forehead.

“Your balance sucks, Matt,” the blond said through his amusement.  After a moment, he straightened, his smile being replaced by a devious smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.  He held up his index finger, tilting his head back to look at Matt down his nose arrogantly.  “First rule of warfare – get the enemy off-guard.”

“I did that already, or have you forgotten the splat on the back of your head?” Matt asked with an evil smirk as he got up, brushing himself off.  “Fine, fine, you wanna play that way?  We’ll play that way.”

An all-out battle was sparked at those words, sending snowballs slinging through the air at a rate that would make any on-lookers afraid to get any closer.  The snow in the area was trampled by boots as the two ran around trying to get a good shot at the other.  They fell to the ground more than once, sometimes because of loss of balance and sometimes due to a desperate attempt to avoid getting plastered by the other’s snowball.

So many feelings of familiarity.  When he had been a kid, Matt had been loath to go outside and do anything that resembled exercise – but when snow had been involved, all bets had been off.  He still remembered using a snowball to knock Watari’s hat off on a dare, and he, Mello, and Near recruiting L to help them make a snowman, back when Mello and Near hadn’t hated each others guts.

With an evil smirk, Matt reared back and tackled Mello around the waist, sending both of them sailing into a heap of snow that had been mostly undisturbed by their game, but for a few stray snowballs.  This started a sort of wrestling match, both of them doing their damndest to get the better of the other as they pushed and pulled at each other.

After about five solid minutes of this, they both fell back into the snow, arms outstretched, and lay panting and laughing breathlessly, staring up at the sky.  Matt retrieved his goggles, which had fallen off during the brawl, and slung them around his neck carelessly.

“See?” Matt panted as he turned his head to face his lover.  “I knew coming out here was a good idea.  Got you to cheer up.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Mello smirked as he reached over and smacked the redhead with his gloved hand.  “Come on, let’s go-”

He was interrupted by Matt grabbing his wrist and pulling him over so Mello was practically lying on top of him, their frozen lips meeting, warming each other with their contact.

Pulling back after a moment, Mello smirked a bit.  “Inside.  Not out here, you’d get frostbite on body parts you didn’t even know you had.”

“I know, what do I look like, some kinda pervert?” Matt asked defensively, quirking an eyebrow.  “I just wanted to thank you.”

Laughing a little, Mello nodded briefly.  “You’re welcome, Matty,” he said as he got to his feet and yanked the gamer up as well.  “Come on, let’s go back to the apartment and reheat that hot chocolate… it’s bound to be stone cold by now.”

“Sweet.”

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