Warnings: Little non explicit slash, violence, language
Disclaimer: I don't own death Note. The boy, however, is all my own work. However little of it there is.
A/N: I was bored. Couldn't be bothered reading. I wrote. And this… is what we get.
Heat: an explosion of it, burning, bursting from a heart that suddenly beats faster, harder. Tendrils of fear, pain, frustration, and indignation reach and twist around stomach and intestines, tightening their grip. They burn up the throat.
Sparks tingle in hands that automatically clench to fists. Muscles tighten, the impulse to fight and defend kicks in. It's an instinct that renders logic completely powerless. Reason flies.
There is only one thing that can cool the fire.
A hand lights on his shoulder and, just like that, the fire drops towards the floor and dissipates.
Oh he's still angry; he's seething. But some things are more important. Matt is more important. He inclines his head, acknowledging the red-head, and brushes across the restraining hand with gentle fingers.
So he won't tear the creature limb from limb as he'd originally planned. Acid submersion, too, now seems a little drastic. He considers the fingers of his right hand, still brushing the gamer's. They tighten squeezing lightly before dropping away.
The reassurance hangs in the air for a moment, but only a moment, because Mello will act, that was a reassurance of two kinds: he won't kill the stupid fucker but he'll get him back.
His fingers clench into a fist, muscles lurch into action.
The fist hits the boy's jaw with a satisfying fleshy crunch.
The boy falls. His eyes follow the black combat boots as they move towards the door. The blond pauses, encased in sunlight, shining like a destroying angel. He reaches a hand towards the awkward hacker, pulls him into a passionate kiss, caresses his face, the milky column of his throat.
Vengeance extracted, they disappear, fading, like the boy on the floor, into darkness.