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French electronics are a joke. But their cigarettes? Not bad. Think I'm all stocked up on Gauloises and Gitanes

Hey Mello, it's my turn today. You said whatever I wanted and here's what I want.

French fries. Not made out of designer potatoes or with fancy sauce splashed across them. Real french fries. We're gonna find 'em and we're gonna eat 'em.

Wouldn't recommend wearing any of your nice new clothes though. Ketchup can be a bitch to get out.

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Yeah, really don't need to know about that.

I'm talking about foods, Matt. Pâté de foie gras, caviar, bird's nest soup, Kopi Luwak coffee, a 2,000 dollar dessert. Sushi plate that cost over 3,000 dollars. When you've got all the money in the world why do anything cheap?

[Matt blinks before glancing away.]

I dunno, I'm pretty cheap.

[Mello looks momentarily angry]

Matt! That's not what I meant!

[At the look on his face Mello's anger dissolves]

I don't just "do" you, idiot.

[He grabs Matt by the wrist and pulls him close]

It's never been like that.

[Don't make him say it...]

Yeah?

[He arches a brow as he looks back in Mello's direction. He's fighting the smirk that wants to cross his lips. But now that he's soothed..well, he'll let Matt soothe him a little more.]

Then what is it like?

[Mello's eyes search Matt's face. There's a tingle in his stomach, spurring him forward. After Matt had died he regretted that he never said it. And he knew that Matt would have another one of these little fits where he would rightfully doubt Mello's fidelity during his time in the mob. But it was true, none of THEM had meant anything to him.]

I...

[He's never said these words before. Well about anything other than chocolate]

I love you, you stupid son of a bitch.

[Matt snickers softly, breathily. He wasn't sure if Mello would actually say it or not. But he knew it was there regardless.]

You'd fuckin' better.

[He smirked, leaning over until his lips brushed against skin.]

Enough to feed me french fries?

[He catches Matt's mouth for a kiss but he doesn't let go of Matt. He mutters]

Not so fast. Quid pro quo.

[He knew it was there too, but he wanted Matt to say it back.]

[Matt laughs a little louder at that.]

Should've known.

[There's no way Mello would let him get away with having the advantage over him.]

I love you too, asshole...what's more, I loved you first.

[He smirks. Okay, so maybe he can still have the upper hand here.]

[A smile flits over Mello's face, he holds Matt a little closer, a little tighter. Hearing it out loud sent something warm through him. He kisses Matt again]

Yeah, how do you figure that?

[Matt's grin widens, for more reasons than one.]

Because I saw you before you saw me.

[Which is probably true. He's a voyeur that way.]

Bullshit, I saw you when you walked in the door. And I knew...

[Mello nuzzles Matt's neck]

Why do you think I walked into the room?

[Matt, who rarely left his own room. He grins and lifts a hand to the back of Mello's head, holding him there gently.]

[Mello smiles into his partner's skin.]

Wanna here something that'll make this even gayer?

[Matt snickers softly.]

Believe it or not, I do.

[Mello lifts his head to look into Matt's face.]

I was lonely at Wammy's House before you came. I kept to myself, mostly, probably because I started out nervous because of the language barrier and never got my footing. I wanted someone or something to help me. It was the day that I started wearing my rosary as a necklace that I finally decided to pray...just pray for God to send me a friend. Within a week, I got you.

[He presses a kiss against Matt's lips]

That's why I wear it like this. And that's why I know that we're...well, we're supposed to be like this...you and me.

[He is not going to say "meant to be together"]

[Matt listens, saddened by the story even though he doesn't let it show. He knows what lonliness is. He could adjust to it better than most. But Mello was so bright and alive...

He blinks out of it. Smiles a bit.]

You were right. That is pretty gay.

[He laughs softly but curls his arm around his partner. Mello was right about something else too...meant to be.]

I warned you and you asked for it, fag.

[Mello leans in to catch Matt's lips]

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