Summary: Mello and Matt have one of those conversations: the one where, it sounds so wrong if you only hear part of it. For LittleSaphyrs
A/N: This is written for LittleSaphyrs, who wanted a fic including Mello, Matt, and an innocent conversation taken out of context. Enjoy loves.
Mello stood and stretched, rolling his neck and shoulders. He inhaled the last bit of chocolate and crumbled the wrapper, throwing it on the false granite coffee table and kicking the couch loudly to get the boss's attention. The boss looked over the sea of drugs and whores, raising his eyebrows in acknowledgement. Mello gestured down the hall with his head and the boss man nodded, looking back down at the cash in his hands. Mello sighed and turned on heel, striding down the hallway into the inky blackness that led to his bedroom. Before he got there, he heard underground techno blasting through the air and smiled at the thought of the man waiting for him.
Matt was a coveted hacker that Mello had the pleasure of calling his and his alone. He had an apartment that was the epitome of luxury and all for Matt, but far too many assassination attempts and one kidnapping had Mello paranoid to the point of tears for his beloved. Thus, Matt had been moved to the headquarters and lived in Mello's suite-like quarters, hacking when necessary and gaming his brains out. No one really questioned it for fear of offending their boss.
Vinnie and Nick stood when the blonde disappeared and began following him, attempting to be stealthy. See, it had been speculated that Mello was gay. No one said anything about it, but the leather he donned and his obvious affection for the hacker could only be ignored for so long before rumors started (and the Mafia was as bad as an office water-cooler). But recently (as in, since Matt had moved in) the more curious minds had begun wondering if Matt was only a childhood friend, as the boss stated. So they crept along the shadowy walls until the black wooden door loomed in front of them.
Mello smirked at Matt as he closed the door, quickly recognizing (and for shame; he was a mafia boss!) the tune of Mario crushing mushrooms. The redhead paused his game as Mello began a rapid fire conversation in sign language, informing Matt of his shadows.
"So, how'd it go?" Matt asked in reference to the raid, aware that his love was planning on starting an innocent conversation that could easily be taken out of context. Mello shrugged and sighed.
"Successful, as usual. You act as though you expect less of me Matty," the blonde said in a suggestive purr that made Matt blush slightly and shift. "We got several kilos of drugs, a couple of fresh whores, some information and about 18k in cash. And yes, I helped to fuel your addiction." With that, Mello tossed the redhead a carton of cigarettes.
Vinnie scoffed quietly and pushed away from the wall. "C'mon Nick, he's just givin' the brat a report. We ain't gonna get anything." Nick shushed the man and pulled him back to the wall.
"Shut up, we might."
In the meantime, Mello smirked at Matt, who worked seduction into his voice.
"So Mello… Would you do it with me?" He gestured to the television and Mello nodded before making a show of sighing.
"Matt, really? You won't stop asking, will you?"
"Well I would if you would do it!" Matt complained, getting rather into their little game. Mello had to bite back laughter.
"Come on Matt, you know I don't want to."
"You never want to."
"That's because I don't enjoy it. And you won't stop asking, liar. If I obliged you tonight, you'd be satisfied for a few days before you start asking again."
"Well, yeah, but this time I'll leave you alone for a month. Two months! Come on, Mello," Matt begged empathetically. Mello's eyes darkened.
"Well, maybe… If you're a good boy… and maybe…" Mello's voice changed to a dark purr, "maybe if you beg for it."
"Oh please Mello, please, I need it, it's an addiction, please, just this once Mello please. C'mon boss, just this one time… please…"
Vinnie and Nick stumbled away from the door, eyes wide at what they were hearing. They exchanged frantic glances, both wondering if they should stay and listen to this seemingly intimate moment or turn on heel and run.
"Alright, fine," Mello grumbled standing and allowing his boots to fall heavily on the floor. Vinnie and Nick pressed closer to the door, only to jump away at the noises emitted.
The Mario Kart theme blasted through the air.
Mello swung the door open and stared at his underlings with a smirk on his face. Then he leaned against the frame and withdrew his gun from his pants while Matt rolled around on the floor laughing.
"I'm not sure if I should blow your brains out for following me or laugh at your pathetic attempts at subtly, but… since you're obviously stoned beyond recognition, I'll let it go. Make no mistake though, if you ever try to eavesdrop on me again, I will not be so forgiving." With that, he slammed the black door shut in his subordinate's faces.
A/N2: Alright, so if I get enough people that want it, I'll add a second chapter and squeeze some lemons for you... Only if enough people want that though. So lemme know.