Surprise.

Matt let out a sharp gasp, hand coming to his head as he turned to view his lover. A look of ‘what-the fuck?’ clear in the green eyes hidden behind goggles.

Mello glared at him and then looked down to the game laying by the red heads foot. “Don’t leave your games lying around. They make the place look untidy.” Matt frowned, picking it up to slide into his pocket. “Doesn’t mean you can throw them at me.”

“I’LL DO WHAT THE FUCK I WANT!”

Jumping at the sudden outburst, Matt jumped to his feet putting his guards up. Holding his hands out before him he tried to analyze Mello’s mood. “Okay, what the fuck have I done?”

Mello almost laughed. In fact if he wasn’t so angry to the point where he could cry then he would be. “What day is it today?” He asked, voice calmer though with the same amount of anger. Matt lowered his hands. “What day? It’s… December … Oh.”

“Oh? Is that all you have to say? Oh?”

“Shit. Mello, I’m sorry. I don’t know what hap-“

Pain burst through his face as he found himself on the floor. A gloved hand to his already swelling jaw. “Ow…”

Grabbing him by his collar Mello hauled him up to scream in his face. “My birthday, Matt! How the hell could you have forgotten my birthday!?”

Matt looked away, guilt etched across his face. “I don’t know…”

“You don’t know? I’ll tell you what I think shall I?” Mello asked, voice deadly.

Matt bit his lip but nodded. It was probably best to let Mello get this off of his chest.

“I think.” Mello started, prising the game console from Matt’s fingers. “That this is what made you forget. Seeing as when you pick it up, you forget everything else. You forget to breathe sometimes Matt. I’ve watched you. Face scrunched up in concentration. You breathe when I nudge you. That isn’t fucking healthy.”

“Neither is your…”

“Don’t start with the “chocolate addiction” shit Matt! I’m not in the mood.”

“Kay, I’m sorry.”

“Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do. We’re going to get rid of these distractions.” His smile was cold as he watched the green eyes widen, mouth opening to protest before he covered it quickly, kissing him hard. The red head melted against him, a moan building up inside his throat. Dropping the handheld to the floor, Mello stamped down hard breaking the console into tiny pieces.

Matt pulled away quickly, staring in horror. “What the fuck did you do that for!”

The response was immediate. A sharp slap to the face. Mello’s fingers curled themselves in the red hair, tugging back painfully. “Didn’t I say I was going to get rid of the distractions?” He asked, pushing Matt back until he was thrown onto his bed. Reaching into the drawer Mello produced a pair of handcuffs, securing Matt to the headboard.

Matt could only watch, holding his breath as Mello moved away. Taking a hammer in hand Mello proceeded to break every games console he could find. Matt closed his eyes not able to block out the sounds with his wrists being cuffed.

“Open your eyes, Mail.”

Matt slowly opened them to find Mello towering over him. His heart skipped a beat at the look on his face before the blond unbuttoned Matt’s jeans, yanking them down roughly. “Mello?”

“Shut the fuck up. You’ve really pissed me off, Matt.”

Matt instantly closed his mouth, chewing on the inside of his cheek. He looked up to see Mello grinning and frowned before gasping out loudly. “Fuck!”

Mello slowly withdrew his finger, before thrusting in harder. He watched as the red head’s eyes watered. “What did I say about shutting up, Matt? You’re being really disobedient lately.” He roughly added a second finger. Twisting hard.

He smirked as his lover bit back the pained gasp before punching him hard in the face. The sound that erupted from Matt’s mouth was all the incentive he needed as he entered him quickly. Matt moaned, wrapping his legs around Mello to draw him in closer. “Such a whore, Matty.”

Matt gasped arching up, not caring about the words. Just the sensations. Mello thrust in harder and Matt’s face flushed a deeper red than as hair as he came hard. Mello looked at him, an amused smile on his face. “Well that was fast.”

He could only pant and breath hard, knowing not to speak just yet. The thrusts became more frenzied. Rougher and harder as Mello forced himself to come.

Hours later, coming from the shower Mello stopped. What the… ? He padded to the bed stooping down, hand reaching underneath to pull out a package. “Matt?” He climbed onto the bed by his lover, who rolled over. His jaw was swollen and bruised. Seeing the package he smiled. “Open it then..”

With trembling fingers Mello tore apart the wrapping paper. Inside was a small box. He held his breath, opening it to reveal a new rosary. “Happy birthday, Mel.” Mello looked across, eyes shining with tears. “You didn’t forget?”

Matt shook his head, resulting in a gentle kiss from Mello. “I’m sorry I was rough with you.”

“Don’t be. I like it, remember.”

“Yeah. I love you.”

“I love you too.”