Mello knew. Everything and everyone he touched died. It wasn’t the regular type of touch, though. For some sick, fucked up reason, the only things that died were the things Mello loved. MelloxMatt

In the heat of the summer, Mello thinks it’s only logical to trade his leather pants for leather shorts. Matt, on the other hand, begins finding logic hard to come by. Matt x Mello.

I'm really not that hard to get along with. Listening to Matt talk, you'd think I was a frigging diva or something.

Matt mostly just wants peace and quiet for his birthday. Naturally, Mello doesn't understand the meaning of either of those words.

Sometimes life was smoke and thorns, and other times, it was guns and roses. And then there are the occasional mirrors that throw everything off. Matt-centric, for Kelpy.

The bells tolled for the damned, too. It's just that no one ever thought to mention it. #Mello-centric, Mello reflecting on L, Matt, his journey; mentions of MelloxMatt, hints of MelloxL; for Shadow over Egypt.#

The phone was going to ring in two minutes. But Matt didn't know that, and he didn't know what that phone call was going to do to his poor excuse for a life.

Mello doesn't say what he means, but he says the opposite, which is almost as good. Matt/Mello.

Matt/Mello. Wammy's Era. "Everyone knows why people fall in love. Because it feels so good. Yeah. Right..." Angsty boylove.

Matt had a best friend once. His name was Mello.

Matt lead a solitary existence, disturbed now by Mello pleading for help in his hour of need; beckoning Matt back into the sultry darkness he has so missed. "Would you die for me, Matt?" Matt/Mello

Matt trusts Mello. A lot.

Matt and Mello branch out on their own, now that the Kira case is finished with. AU and slight MxM, rated T for language and slight adult themes, but nothing much.

Mello hears about Matt's death from a television, sees it with his own eyes, and tastes it with his own tears. Songfic Better Than Me By Hinder, Story by Me.

Every day when Mello came home to the apartment he and Matt shared he screamed "Matt!" while slamming the door behind him. Though he usually made some demand or other, what really mattered to him was getting a response. And he always did, until today...

Mello is always second best to everyone, and being number one for Matt is more love than he could have ever expected. Metaphorical fluff. MattxMello

Mello walked a straight path in life, with only one thing in mind: being the best. His afterlife has become twisted as a result. Is this Hell or something else? MelloxMatt.

."Look, Mel, if we’re both going to die, then I say we do something to be remembered.” Their death was imminent. Their souls destined to be forgotten. Perhaps, though, if they left some small imprint, they would be remembered...

There were happy times, carefree times, times when it seemed like the world stopped spinning and everything around us seemed unimportant. But it's not like that anymore. MattxMello

The stars are falling and only Matt can see them.

I walked towards him, intending to pass him and waltz right on up those stairs and disappear…just another nameless, inconsequential face in his night. Perhaps that was too submissive, because it caught his attention.- An edgy one-shot with Matt and Mello.

You're an ignorant bitch, Matt. Want me to tell you why? Sequel to Sincerely, Matt. Rated T for language.

You're an ass, Mello. Would you like me to tell you exactly why? Rated T for language.

With LA behind them, Matt and Mello are living a life on the road, finally freed of all boundaries. But when threatening messages are left written in blood, it turns out the LA murderer may not be so far behind as they thought... Sequel to AU: Face

His head was throbbing like a bitch, his mouth tasted like several things had died and started to decompose in it... and to top it all off, he had quite probably screwed his very male best friend in a fit of drunken lust the night before. MelloMatt. Rish.