"Oh, for fuck's sake!" Mello snatched the phone away from Matt, wiping off the blood onto his leather jeans. "What's the broad's number?" He questioned.

"Mello, I want you in my pants. Now." Matt joked, "It's (475) 234 - 2378." He let out a huff of relief, when it struck him- he didn't want Mello talking to her. He'd probably make a scene. "Hey, give that back when you've dialed it."

"Hah, you wish." Mello rolled his eyes and walked off, he held the phone up to his ear. He snickered.

Matt thought about maybe lunging for Mello, but that would probably just create another hole in his leg.

Mello came back in, looking rather impatient. "Jesus! She's not answering." He tossed the phone back to Matt. "Looks like you'll just have to suffer." He said, smiriking.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Matt emphasized through his gritted teeth. He'd already taken the pain relievers when Mello had decided to walk away with his phone. Matt redialed, and perked up when he heard a voice on the other line.

"Fuck off, unless you want a bullet in that leg too." Mello motioned his gun towards Matt's unharmed limb. "Did she pick up yet?" He asked straching his head with the tip of the gun.

Matt covered the receiving end of the phone and scooted over to the door. "Yeah, now shut up."

Mello shot a glare and walked over to Matt, getting ready to knock some sense into him...literaly. Instead, he grabbed a handful of Matt's shirt and pulled him up into a lenghty kiss. His other hand snaked away and grabbed the phone, closing it to prevent further connection. It closed with a Snap! and Mello simply threw it out.

Matt drew back momentarily, stunned. He even forgot the throbbing pain in his leg. "Uh..."

"Is that all you can say?" Mello pulled and walked back. He grabbed the phone and saw it had said one missed call. "Matt. Here." He tossed the phone towards him.

All the blood that wasn't busy running down his thigh went back up to his face. Flushed, Matt quickly snatched the phone and looked expectantly up at Mello. "You better be able to pay for child support, bastard."

Ah... sarcasm knows no bounds.

Mello scoffed. "I'd be a better parent anyways. Smoking, can kill." He emphasized his point by putting a chocolate bar in Matt's face, literally rubbing it in. Chocolate smudged on Matt's nose. Mello leaned further and licked it off, with one motion of the tip of his tongue. "But, chocolate can't." Mello smirked, leaning back.

"No-" Matt pointed accusingly, "It'll just make you a morbidly obese failure-of-a-human-being. Smoking on the other hand, doesn't." He had caught the tiny suggestions, but willed himself to ignore them.

Mello chuckled. "Obese?" He took a bite of the chocolate and propped himself up on the bathroom counter. "Take a good look." He then put the chocolate in his mouth and zipped open his leather vest exposing his somewhat taunt abs.

He hopped off, reaching for his gun again and simply placed it against Matt's left temple. "And 'failure-of-a-human-being'? Hah, haven't heard that one before. Explain." A devilish grin had appeared on Mello's face as he forced the gun harder against Matt's skull.

"S-shut up!" Matt gritted out, "I need bandages." He said curtly, completely ignoring Mello's open display and the heat pooling in his stomach.

Mello leaned further until he sat upon Matt's lap, straddling him and keeping aware of his bleeding leg. Their chests met; Mello's exposed as to Matt's clothed. He maneuvered his gun so that it became in-between Matt's eyes. "I'll get you bandages in a minute. Right now, tell me. Am I a failure, Matt?" His voice wasn't higher than a whisper. "There's only one right answer."

"Motherfucker..." Matt tried in vain to push the other man off, "Get off me you son of a bitch. You wouldn't be here..." Push. "If it weren't for me." What sickened him the most was that inside, he wanted this. But hell if he'd admit it.

"C'mon, Matt," Mello lowered the gun slowly down Matt's torso. He continued on until he reached his destination--Matt's jeans. Jackpot. Mello suddenly jerked the gun between Matt's legs and into his jeans. "I'm waiting for an answer." Mello taunted, shifting the gun up and down.

Matt could have spit poison from his eyes. "You. Fuck-ing. Bas-tard."

Mello ceased the rubbing and once again pulled Matt into another deepening kiss with his free hand. Mello nibbled on Matt's bottom lip, forcing his way into Matt's mouth. He tasted like nicotine. Ew. He pulled away leaving little room in-between. "I know you want this, Matt." He whispered onto his lips. Mello smirked, getting up and taking back his gun. "Now, for those bandages." Mello walked out, leaving Matt possibly wanting more.

"There. Is. A. Fucking. Hole. In. My. Leg. You. Fucking. Bastard." Matt put extra emphasis on every word.

"There will be a hole in your head, too if you don't shut the hell up!" Mello rose the gun up towards Matt's head. "Now, I'm going to get you those damn bandages." He smirked. "And while you're at it, get me a bar of chocolate...if you're up for it." With that, he walked off searching for bandages.

":<" was the emoticon that correctly described him at that moment.

There were sounds of rumaging going on throughout the kitchen. There were probably things dropping, but knowing Mello, he couldn't give a shit. "Ah, dammit!" Okay, maybe he did a little.

Mello found some chocolate and mananged to merged it between his lips while scavaging for the white textile. "Ah," He found it beneath the sink. What the hell was it doing down there? Whatever. "Matt. Found it." He announced walking back into the bathroom.