Mello himself likes his scars. If he doesn't, he hides it pretty well. Mind you, hiding things is a talent of his. I didn't know a thing about his home life until just a few months ago, and we've been teammates- no, we've been friends for almost five years, and boyfriends for two.
Well, it will be two years tomorrow. Coincidentally, our anniversary falls right on the date of Mello's accident. Lucky us; tomorrow's our anniversary, and instead of doing something romantic, or even just hanging out, we'll be springing Light from some weird Lady's makeshift prison. That guy is so lucky we've known one another for so long. On the plus side, Lawliet is coming with us. That basically means that once we get out of there, we won't have to worry about Light anymore; those two are definitely together, no matter how much they claim to hate each other.
The door to our room swings open, and Mello comes in, plopping gracelessly down on the bed next to me. I laugh as I watch him try to blow his long bangs out of his eyes, and eventually reach over and slide them aside for him, letting my fingers linger on his scarred cheek for a moment before pulling him into a soft kiss. He has no qualms about deepening that kiss when my tongue flicks across his lips, and soon one of his hands has drifted under my shirt. I know where this is going. Or so I thought.
A knock at the door pulls us apart suddenly, cleaving what seemed like a single entity back into its respective parts. In approximately four seconds we've smoothed down each other's mussed hair, and straightened our clothes out.
Mello gets up to answer the door and I watch him go with some resentment. As cute as his butt is, I really want to see Mello's face even more. Stupid people, don't they know what happens behind closed doors? I would pound whoever is on the other side of that door, but the tension in Mello's body is apparent from here. In other words; I might not get the chance.
Of course, it's Law bothering us, so I obviously won't be pounding anybody tonight. Well, besides Mello. Yeah, he better not find out I said that, because he will kick my ass... just kidding, that guy would do anything for me. He got stabbed for me, dude's serious.
So Law, also known as Lawliet or L is you're even lazier than those of us who call him Law; he and Light have at each other's throats since pretty much the dawn of freaking time. My theory is that it's sexual tension. If Light would grow a pair and just bang Law into the ground they would probably get along great. It worked for Mello and I. Sort of; he wasn't really too thrilled about it at the time, which is probably because he has a major control complex.
This isn't about us though.
"I'm supposed to drop these off." Classic Law; doesn't even say hi. Mello reaches out and takes the sealed manila envelopes from Law. Law has deep black circles under his eyes, and his entire body looks hollow and gaunt. His skin is as pale as snow, I swear. Law looks, for lack of better phrasing, like shit. He must not be sleeping again... or eating. Dammit, we're his best friends! You think if something was really bothering him this bad he would have mention to either Mello or myself by now; that's what any normal person would do. Oh yeah, except that we're not talking about a normal person, we're talking about Law, who for some reason feels the need to shoulder everything and everyone's problems entirely on his own.
"Dude, you look like total shit." Nothing beats saying it as it is. "You haven't been eating again, have you?" Now Mello steps back and looks our friend up and down.
"Matt's right, you look terrible." Mello agreed. Then, in true Mello fashion, he grabbed Law by the shoulders, looked him dead in the eye, and said "what the fuck is going on?" His voice so low the room seemed to vibrate around it. Law averted his dull gaze.
"Nothing for you two to worry about. Focus on the mission at hand." And with that he was off, walking down the hall with his head down, flicking through his own papers at a speed too fast for the average human eye to process. Of course, like everything else about Law's mind, his ability to process information is ramped up about 10 times that of the average person. Law has some sort of super brain; he would spend all day playing chess if he could, because he loves the complexity of it. My Mello on the other hand, is simple to a fault.
"Hey! What the hell do you mean 'nothing to worry about'?" Mello bellows angrily after Law's retreating form, leaving the sanctuary of my room to pursue him. As he catches up to Law, he grabs his shoulders and shakes him roughly. "Lawliet, you tell me what the fuck is going on right now, or I swear to freaking God I'll- He stopped speaking suddenly as Law collapsed, the smaller of the two's body going entirely slack. I was standing next to them in an instant, reaching over to take Law's unmoving body from my lover's hands. "Did- did I do that?" He stammered, stumbling back incredulously. The guilt he felt may as well have been written on his face with a permanent marker; it would have been less obvious. My heart twisted painfully as I saw him. I knew he was chewing himself out mentally, and I just can't have that.
"It's not your fault, he would've collapsed anyways. It's a result of him neglecting his basic needs, you didn't do anything. In fact, it's probably a good thing you were here, or else he would've fallen on the ground and hurt himself more." Okay, maybe that last part was stretching it a little, but Mello can be deathly harsh on himself, so it's okay. Seeing Mello relax a little, I turn my attention to Law. Unfortunately I know absolutely nothing about malnutrition, or even basic sicknesses.
Still carrying my friend bridal-style, I pretty much sprint all the way to the infirmary. I'm out of breath by the time I get there, but I don't dare drop Law. Mello opens the door, and thankfully the room is empty of patients at the time.
I lay Law down on one of the bleached beds, and place my hand on his head. It's on fire.
"Sherry!" I call for the 'head' nurse, growing more worried by the second. Law's skin is so pale it's almost translucent, making the blood on his lips stand out starkly against it. Wait, blood? I look closer and see a spattering of the precious red liquid gracing his lips. Shit shit shit. "SHERRY!" I practically scream now, my voice almost cracking. Mello silently grabs Law's hand tightly, his nails biting into the cool flesh as his anxiety grows.
"Calm yourself ya brat, I' coming!" she yells back at me, wandering into the room nonchalantly. Her gait changes upon seeing our grim faces. I'm sure my tension is as obvious as Mello's, especially considering neither of us teased her at all, or even looked up. I feel a hand fall heavily on my shoulder, and I look up to see Sherry's weathered, but determined face. "I'll look after him Hon; you've got your own boy to be worrying about." I look across the bed to Mello, who is looking ghostlier by the second, and nod, working my way around the bed to him.
To the casual outsider, Mello's tougher than granite. I mean, the guy's been shot 16 times, has wicked burn scars, wears a shitload of leather, and doesn't take anybody's crap. If you put a gun to his forehead, he'd laugh in your face; but threaten one of his friends, and he will rip you limb from limb then force feed you your own severed fingers. For being such a tough guy, he loves people. We're his vice. Its people like Sherry, people who are more observant, that know this little tidbit about him.
I stand behind him and wrap my arms around his shoulders, leaning down to whisper in his ear,
"Come on; let's get back to our room. We still have to rescue Light's sorry ass tomorrow, and you're going to need your sleep." I end up pretty much pulling Mello out into the hall, and I'm heading back with him when I hear Sherry calling me back for a minute.
Peeking my head inside the doorframe, I make brief eye contact with her as she looks up at me.
"It looks like it Matchstick's little spill there was the result of a lot of pressure."
"Pressure?" I wonder aloud
"Stress. It happens all the time that people collapse when they're put under extreme stress. Actually, I'm surprised little Matchstick here didn't break sooner with how the Boss has been cracking down on him lately." Well, that's news to me; and it's not news I like.
"What do you mean 'cracking down on him'? I wasn't aware of that." I'm sure Sherry can hear the anger in my voice, because she looks over at me with some apprehension in her eyes. She's regretting telling me; just like Mello regretted telling me about his dad.
Mello... he must feel like total crap right now. He'll be blaming himself for this too, I'm sure. I have to get back to him soon.
"Anyways Hon, I just wanted you to know that he'll be fine. He just needs some rest. Matchstick here'll probably even be fine for your mission tomorrow." I nod slowly, and then head back out into the hall. "And Hon, make sure you look after that boy of yours is okay. I don't want to be seeing him in here like that again."
I turn and run down the hall, tears collecting in my goggles. What happened to Mello was my fault; I should have stopped him sooner, should have noticed something was wrong with him. And now Law's hurt too because I wasn't observant enough.
Right, Mello.
I slam open the door of our room and my heart twists cruelly at the sight of Mello, sitting dejectedly on the bed. His shoulders are slumped, his head hanging low, hair hiding his eyes. But that's not what worries me.
In his hands, fingers tracing over the sharp edge and nicking the skin, is a razor blade.
The lack of blood on his wrists tells me he hasn't actually hurt himself badly yet, but he's clearly thinking about it.
Without even thinking, I knock the wretched thing from his hands, shocking him. He looks up at me, and I force him back onto the bed, putting all my weight on his chest.
"You better not be blaming yourself for this." I growl angrily at him "It wasn't your fault."
"I know" He murmurs in my direction, not looking at me as he spoke. I don't believe him for a second, but I have better things to do from this position than argue.
"Mello" I whisper sadly, softly stroking his hair. "Mello, look at me." When he didn't comply I grew more frustrated, and my voice became rougher. "Look at me!" I demanded, and he did. His eyes were wet at the corners with tears, and he tried to turn away again, but I held his head steady. "I love you Mello" I whispered, leaning in and kissing his tears away. I rest my head on his shoulder, watching as more tears prick at his eyes.
"Why?" his voice cracks as he speaks, and my heart cracks.
"Why what?" I decide to play dumb for as long as I can.
"Why do you say that?"
"I say it because it's true. Mello, I love you." I sit up on my knees and run one hand through his blonde hair. Watching him lie there staring back at me with his bright blue eyes wide open, I have to say it's really a turn on for me. It takes about ½ a millisecond for me to succumb to my most primal urges and all but attack the boy lying beneath me.
In a matter of minutes we're reduced to a sweaty heap of entangled limbs and lust filled moans, and unfortunately, our mission details are forgotten entirely.
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