When you give someone something they want or need for a long period of time, then suddenly decide to take it away from him, it usually causes that person to have deprivation symptoms. Like Matt and video games, took the stupid games away from him for three days back when we were kids and he looked like a fucking Zombie ready to attack me—But that's not the point.

Point is, a person starts thinking about what he'd lost, wanting to have it back, feel it again, when he's deprived.

Fantasize about it all day, his body would probably react to the erotic thoughts and he'd end up trying to convince himself to have some dignity. Because Mello does not wank—I mean that anonymous person. Yeah, that's it.

That person does not want to wank while thinking about Matt bending over for him and letting him have his wicked way with him. That person most certainly does not end up stuffing his face with chocolate 24/7 to keep himself from giving up and telling the object of his desires that he would gladly take it up the ass for him. –We're still talking in general.

I glare at him, for the umpteenth time, he hasn't spoken a word to me in two days. No a word, he just ignored me whenever I talked to him and went on with his life like I didn't fucking exist. I'm pretty damn sure he could feel me glaring holes into his back but he didn't turn around, staying in his place on the floor and playing with his new Sims game like his life depended on it. To tell the truth, I don't see what I did wrong, yeah, I kissed him when he was asleep, and he responded, don't forget that fact, but other than that, it's nothing too serious. I know, that kiss we shared before he shut himself in his room was special for some reason and I can still feel my lips tingling at the memory of it but I can't for the life of me, see how that made him angry. I need to do something about this.

I know he wouldn't respond if I called him, because I've tried before, and so, without thinking more about it, I walk over to him, being as silent as I could. I kick his back, not too hard because I just want to get his attention but he doesn't even acknowlege me, his fingers still moving on the controller undisturbed. I glare down at the gamer, moving around him until I was standing in front of the screen, blocking his view. The fucker just tilted his head to the side as if I was something unimportant he couldn't bother to deal with and simply decided to ignore. I growled in frustration, grabbing his shirt and pulling on the fabric roughly, expecting him to finally look up and tell me what the fuck is wrong with him.

He didn't.

He placed the controller beside him on the floor and bowed his head, his hands laying limply by his sides as I shook him. "Fuck Matt, just tell me what the fuck is wrong so that I can fix it and get it over with!" I shouted at him, kneeling before him since it was obvious he had no intention in looking up, I grabbed his arms firmly, staring at his face searching for some sort of an expression, annoyance, hate, forgiveness, anything. I couldn't see much really, his hair falling onto his goggle-covered eyes like a double shield from my gaze. I calmed down a little, seeing as he wasn't struggling, reaching for his goggles and pulling them off, receiving no protest from him, his head still bowed. "Matt.." I said quietly, my voice softer than I intended. "Matt.. just look at me and tell me what's wrong.." I murmured, but received no reaction, as if he couldn't hear me. I grabbed his chin, lifting his head a little so that our eyes could meet, his own were closed, his breathing controlled as if he was concentrating on it. I trailed my hand from his chin to his cheek, leaning in closer to him, thinking perhaps he'd open his eyes now. He didn't, as if I weren't there at all. Trying not to get angry again, I sighed, leaning my forehead on his as I spoke, whispering. "I don't know what I did wrong so.." I closed my eyes, raising his hands to place them on his shoulders. "Just tell me, Matt." I took a deep breath i, and opened my eyes, almost gasping when I saw his own green ones staring back at me, face no longer expressionless but almost.. almost angry.

Before I had time to pull back and demand he'd explain himself, he pressed his lips to mine, his hands slowly sliding up my back and then into my hair, pulling my face closer to his, I responded eagerly, letting him nibble on my lips as I stared back at him with half lidded eyes, my arms wrapping around his neck, thinking he'd finally forgiven me for whatever it is that I did wrong, maybe he even gave up this game and decided he was okay with bottoming for me.

The kiss would have been like any of those we shared before- a hungry kiss making our intentions clear, what we wanted to do next obvious-but it wasn't the same, it was almost as if we were doing this to cover something up, something neither of us wanted to admit, and that feeling alone made me press more into the kiss, sliding my tongue along his bottom then inside his mouth, pushing the crazy idea out of my head. We just wanted to feel good.

I slid onto his lap without breaking the kiss, straddling his hips and pressing closer to him, since the previous position was a bit uncomfortable.

My eyes must have closed some time during all the kissing, the lip contact getting considerably more gentle as if we were tired but refused to stop moving, our lips moving softly against each other, lazily touching, I tried to ignore the rapid beating of my heart and the fluttering in my stomach, the warmth spreading though my body as we continued to kiss slowly, telling myself I was going along with it so that Matt wouldn't get upset again.

He pulled away after a moment, I leaned my forehead against his, his cheeks were flushed, his lips swollen, making me want to kiss them again. His eyes fluttered open, the redhead looking at me, it was as if he received the answer for something he's been wanting to know, and the sad expression he tried to hide didn't go by unnoticed.

"Get off." He mumbled, pushing me off his lap without putting any effort into it.
"Wha—Why?" I questioned, my eyes narrowing, was he going to lock himself in his room again? I can't allow that.
"Get off." He repeated, more firmly, grabbing his goggles and pulling them onto his eyes, his expression telling me that he'd kick me off it I didn't comply.

I got off of him, swallowing as I waited for him to get up. "Maybe we should talk about thi—" I started to say after a moment, but he interrupted me, getting to his feet and shoving his hands into the pockets of his pants. "No. I suggest you start looking for some other hole to empty your balls in because I'm not going to do it." He said, his voice serious than I've ever heard him before, he turned around, went to his room, leaving me speechless as I started at his back.

Guess it's not a matter of Top or Bottom anymore.

If you couldn't tell why Matt kissed Mello, it'll be more clear in the next chapter, Matt's POV.
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