Reaching the alleyway was one of the biggest relief's Matt had ever felt, although the emotion was soon gone when Mello's mouth crashed against his own. Arms slid around his waist, holding him as close as Matt possibly could, practically clinging to him, trying to hold him. Matt could feel the emotion surging from Mello's kiss, pouring out of one and into the other. Tightening his arms around him, one hand worked up over his back, rubbing it gently, trying to keep him calm. He had no idea how long it had been between dying and showing up in the city; he had no sense of time where ever he had gone, but he'd missed Mello. And finding out that he'd died -- practically alone, since that bitch didn't count for shit -- made Matt feel even more guilty. The returned kiss raged with just as much emotion as Mello's had. Regret and nostalgia, and apologies that might never be said. He needed Mello so much right then; more than he ever had before, not just in the sense where he was horny as hell, but more so just having him close like that.

Hands slowly slid back to Mello's hips, fingers digging in and pulling him closer, pressing flush against him. Hand slid around from his hip (he couldn't seem to keep still) brushing over his stomach again, trailing a little lower, finally, palm brushing against the strained leather. A small moan escaped when feeling it, lost in the kiss.