A/N so yeah…. This is a sequel to Those That Matter. I know I said I'd only do this if I got a bunch of reviews for the first one… but I can't help myself. I really can't. Imma be posting this in two chapters just so I can say that I posted something for Mattie's birthday….. A day late but whatever. Hope you guys enjoy ^^
Always and Forever
Chapter 1: Found ya
Four years. It's been four years, to the exact date, since I last saw my best friend… my lover. Four years and two weeks since the night we took each other's virginity. We didn't know L was going to die at Kira's hands. Nor did we know Mel's reaction would be to runaway to avenge him. We didn't know… and to be honest, we were lucky.
Anyways, it's been four years since I, Matt, last laid eyes on Mello. Well, lucky for us, there really is a reason I was third. I'm bloody brilliant (and yes, this is me being modest). Mello may have been able to hide from Near (asshat) and everyone else at Whammy's… but he can't hide from me.
It may have taken me three years (I'm lazy and I'm allowed to mope) but I finally found him. He's in LA… in the mafia or someshit. Big shot from what I've found. And they're in the market for a new hacker. I swear, it's like he was looking for me. It was a big taunt, 'We bet you can't hack us!' Well, in all honesty, they were probably just trying to test their systems. I can't help it if I'm the best. Computers just get me… or I get them. Whatever.
Anyways, after I sent them my regards, they were suddenly in the market. And who better to hire than the guy who broke it. I'm meeting with them tomorrow. It's supposed to be hush-hush with me meeting some bloke on some street corner. You know, the usual. So, of course, I have plans of just waltzing into the base, but I'll get to that.
Now, back to the here and now. It is currently 10pm and I am outside some 'random' tattoo parlor. Actually… I'm about to get another piercing. Because I bloody well feel like it, that's why. Also, it's the perfect excuse for some punk ass ginger (me) to go stumbling into a mafia raid (or whatever it's called) like I totally don't know what's happening.
Oh, this is going to be so much fun.
Mello's POV:
Oh, this is so fucking boring.
Seriously, how stupid can you be? Everyone knows this is my section. I rule it with whatever the hell is more terrifying than an iron fist. It's my rules, my laws, my way, and there are no fucking highway options. You fuck up; you die, if you're lucky. I am not a lenient man. But I'm the best. I have to be if I'm going to catch Kira. Which I am. Fuck Near.
Anyways, selling somebody else's drugs? That counts as fucking up. And now it's time for punishment. Insert Mello's deadly smirk here if you please. Obviously, I'm not the one dishing out the punishment. I'm just directing it. I can't be bothered to actually bloody my hands for idiots.
"You there," Yeah, I know, 'Mello doesn't know his lackeys names.' Fuck off. "I want them tied up and beaten. Don't actually kill them… and no rape. You know how much I hate rape."
I watched as some of the men gulped. Ah, so they had been there during the last incident. Wonder if any of them had to clean themselves of blood afterwards. I wish I could leave… this is so boring. But if I leave, they'll be sure to fuck up… and kill someone.
"Uh, boss," The lackey I had left to watch the front of this ridiculous tattoo parlor came bumbling in. "There's this punk out here asking for some weird ass piercing."
"Well, fucking idiot, tell him to go away." I swear I'm surrounded by fucking idiots… none of these idiots are my fucking idiot… left him behind. Never mind that.
"Well, I did… and he won't go… no matter what I do. He's being insistent." The lackey shuffled nervously from foot to foot.
"Fucking idiots," I mumbled under my breath. "Fine, I'll deal with him. I know anatomy well enough. You make sure no one dies. Get it? At least not until I get back."
"Yes sit," He nodded to my retreating back. I know because if he wasn't, he'd be dead.
"What the fuck do you want?" there's this punk ass ginger with fucking ridiculous goggles standing in the middle of the parlor.
"An inverse navel if ya please, Mr. Rudeness." A bloody British accent and a cheeky grin? Fucking bastard. Who does he think he is?
"Why can't you just come back tomorrow?" I hate people who interrupt my business. I don't care how hot this fucker is, he's on my shit list.
Matt's POV:
Oh gods of war, this is too much fun! He doesn't have a clue who I am. It does kill me that he can't recognize me but it makes the game all the more fun. And damn did Mello grow up! Tight leather is carefully molded over his lithe muscled body. Just… yum. And yeah, I'm staring. Better than when we were almost 15. Makes me look like shit. Sure I'm about a foot taller than I was then… but I'm pretty much the same minus a few body mods and the ability to not seem like I hate the world.
"Cause I'm busy tomorrow, blondie," I keep up the cheeky attitude because I know it will piss Mello off. Oh this is fun.
"Then come the next day," Oh he really hates me being here during his business.
"Can't. I've got this feeling I'm going to be real busy for quite a while after tonight," I'm chuckling, I can't help it. This is so much fucking fun.
Mello's POV:
That cheeky fucking bastard. Sure, he's 'busy' tomorrow. Yeah fucking right and I'm Pricilla Queen of the Desert. He's playing me. He is fucking playing me. This asshole thinks he can play me? Oh he'll get his piercing alright…
Though he does seem familiar… vaguely reminiscent of a boy I left behind. With his stripped shirts, scummy hightops, and those dumbass goggles. But that's not possible… I left him safe and sound at Whammy's. And after that, he should have gone on and worked for the government or whatever hackers do…
Fuck this line of though. Mafia Mello doesn't have time or room for it. This cheeky bastard is interfering with my business and attempting to play with my head. Punishment time for the punk ass Ginger.
"Alright then, if this is so fucking important," I smirked and it seem to affect him slightly, if only it was his grin dropping a bit. "Shirt off and in the chair.
Matt's POV:
Oh, he almost had it. He was totally on the right track. And then Mafia Mello had to take over. Boy is he pissed. He really is fun… but boy is he aware of how deadly and utterly delicious that smirk is. Well, he'll know who I am soon enough.
I strip my stripes off as Mello turns to get the proper materials for my piercings. Oh, sweet Goddesses of Hyrule, I can feel my anxiety and nervous energy building up. Well, that's what the tongue ring is or. An inconspicuous fidget. The nose, multiple ear piercings, and the nipple, now those were for shits and giggles.
The tattoos, those were for the memories.
Settling back into the tattoo chair, I start fidgeting with my tongue ring. I know he's not going to see or understand it right away… but when he does, well, it's going to be fun.
I smile brightly as he comes and settles in front of me. "Ready to stab me with a needle?"
"Let's just get on with it," He's focusing on swabbing my navel… and my navel only. I can tell he's purposely avoiding looking any further north. Does he not want to be tempted? Oh well, here comes the needle.
"Gyah… Ooooh," oops… well, I guess I'm quite the masochist. Can't help it. Oh oh oh and now he's dragging the jewel through. And now the cleanup… Eyes slowly finding their way up…
Mello's POV:
"Gyah… Ooooh," What a masochist. Those moans almost sound familiar. But they aren't, they can't be. As I finished cleaning off this ginger's latest piercing, I finally allow myself to look up. Nice torso, slim yet lightly muscled. Just the way I like them… Wait, he has a tattoo across his chest, crossing right over his heart.
'Für immer und ewig'
And underneath was an elegant, cursive M shadowed by a rather crude M. My M… his M. 'Or whatever hackers do'… whatever hackers do… Fuck, they take taunts… and break them. Oh fuck.
"Hey, Mello. Miss me?" My eyes met his covered ones and I knew for sure.
"… Mattie…" My Mattie. He was supposed to stay safe in England, not follow me. That stupid fucking Idiot followed me.
"Boss," of course, stupid lackeys ruin everything, "I think we're done back here."
"Fine, tie them up for tomorrow's workers to find," I never break eye contact with matt. He knows what I'm doing here, that's why he's here. "Then you lot head back to the base. Tell Rod I'll be there tomorrow in time for the meeting."
"Yes, boss," that will be the last I see of those asshats for the night.
"Matt… you fucking idiot," I slap my Mattie hard across the face… And the second he's facing me again, my fingers are in his hair pulling him in for a kiss. And it is fierce and passionate, full of all our anger and hade and sadness and missing and longing. And then he breaks away to breath. "… My idiot."
"Always your idiot, Mels," He smiles that ridiculously dorky grin of his. Fuck I've missed that grin.
"You were supposed to stay safe in England Mattie. You weren't supposed to get involved," I can hear my voice shake.
"I don't want to be safe if it means no more Mello in my life," Matt's generally carefree face turns serious as he grasps my face. "Always and forever means Always and Forever, Mel. You don't ever get to leave me again."
"I'm dangerous, Matt. There's danger all around me," I pleaded. He has to leave. He has to go back. I can't be the one who gets my Mattie hurt. "You have to-"
"No, Mello, no. You once told me those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. I'm not going anywhere, Mels," His grip on my face tightens as he stares into my eyes.
Matt's POV:
He's trying to protect me, like he always did when we were kids. Trying to get me to leave him so I stay safe. Well to fucking bad because I've grown up too, Mels. I'm a big boy who can make his own choices. "I need you, Mels. And you need me too."
"I-I… I know," His brilliant blues eyes are lined with tears. I've made my Mello cry again.
"Don't make me leave, please don't make me leave," And with that, I pulled him down to kiss him fervently. It was less about being fierce and hard and more about being soft and showing him I much I love and need him. "I love you, Mels."
"Please?" he responded, tugging at my goggles. "Please let me see them."
"You know I can't, not with the lights on," I know I'm sort of blushing. I hate it, being photophobic, but there's nothing I can do about it. "I've gotten worse."
Mello stared at me longingly before I saw the spark of an idea flash in his eyes. He dashed away from me, flicking the lights off in the shop. Next thing I know, he's smirking at me, in the dark, before flicking on black lights. Oh, clever Mello. The only light I can somewhat stand. Coincidently enough, it allows you to see the rest of my tattoos.
The ones with our names and birthdates… the ones wrapping around my arms and torso in binary code which, when decoded, are our real names. Mello's real signature across my hip. The ones no one remembers creating and don't exist to the naked eye. My memories.
When he came back over, he crawled onto my lap, eyes scanning my body and taking in the uv-tattoos. Slowly, he came back up to my face, reaching up and peeling my goggles off my head. We sat there, for quite some time, staring into each other's eyes. Blue meeting green. Until the last of Mello's resolve broke and he was pulling me from the chair and throwing my goggles and stripes at me.
Mello's POV:
Fuck this. I can't leave him again… or make him leave me or whatever the fuck I was thinking. He's my Mattie and how I managed the last four years without him, I'll never know. What I do know is that I need him now. Like right now.
So here I am, waiting for Matt to hurriedly throw on his stripes and goggles. Oh, he's coming home with me, to stay. As soon as he fucking gets his clothes on! "Come on!"
"But, what about my car?" he almost whines as I grab his hand and drag him out to my bike.
"We'll get it later," I throw my helmet at him. Can't have him losing that brilliant mind of his. I swing my leg ever my bike and look back at him as I flip up the kick-stand. "Get on, Mattie."
And as soon as he's on, we are flying through the streets of LA, heading to my shitty apartment. My Mattie… he's found me.
A/N2 alright. So thank you guys for reading. I'll get the second chapter done as soon as possible. And there will be Lemons for those of you asking.
Also, Chai-monster obviously does not own Death Note… or Zelda or anything else I may have mentioned that I don't actually remember.
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