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*Mello*
It was the perfect disguise. He had been number two all his time at Wammy's, so it really wasn't hard for him. Plus, who would ever expect a mafia boss by night would be a college professor by day? They would never think to look for him there. Even though being in public had its risks, none of his enemies would expect a badass like him would spend his day around children. Though Mello had to admit, he was only a few years older than the boys he was teaching. But most of them still seemed just like children to him.
Although, he'd had his eyes on one of the boys for a while. He just didn't understand the redhead in the back of the room. He didn't come to class most of the time, and when he did, he was glued to his gameboy from when he walked into the room, until the minute he left. Though he managed to show up for all of the exams, and aced every one too. He seemed like he didn't give a damn about anything. So why did he care enough to show up to a class on occasion? Especially when he didn't need the education and didn't pay attention to anything but his games?
His name was Matt Jeevas, and even though Mello had almost as many connections as the infamous L, he couldn't find anything on the man. It was as if the stripes-and-goggles wearing man had never existed. The only reason it seemed as if Mello himself had never existed is because of Wammy's. Matt seemed like he could have been smart enough to make in into Whammy's… Not like Mello would have even noticed someone like Matt there though. He had spent all his time trying to beat that albino sheep, Near.
No matter Matt's past, Mello knew that the semester was almost over, and he wanted to get to know that man. He was damn sexy, almost as sexy as Mello. He wanted to understand this man. More than anything, he wanted to make the redhead his. He'd do whatever the hell it took, Mello thought, to make it happen. He'd shoot everyone in the fucking city if that was what it was going to take.
Nothing was going to get in his way. Not even if Matt was straight. He would turn him gay. He didn't figure that would be too hard, considering how attractive even Mello found himself.
Prostitutes could help to satisfy some of his needs, but he felt a desire like none he had ever felt before to get to know this man. To ravish his body, kiss his red cheeks. Run his fingers through that mess of red hair, gaze into his eyes without those damned orange-tinged goggles.
There was no way he was going to let Matt slip away.
*Matt*
The night before, he'd finally passed out after playing Zelda for 48 hours straight. After finally beating the game with a new high score, his body couldn't take the lack of sleep anymore. When he finally woke up, Matt figured he killed enough brain cells and might as well sit through another one of Professor Keehl's lessons.
He honestly wasn't sure why he was going to college. By the time he was 9, he could hack the hardest system faster than most professionals. At Wammy's House, he had been number 3 without even trying. All he did there was game and go to classes when Roger dragged him out of his room.
It's not like he needed the education. He didn't pay attention, and he already knew all of it. No one was forcing him to go to classes. He was already really deep in debt; no job, student loans for college, always buying the newest game or gaming system.
So why did he still go to Keehl's lessons every now and then? Why did he even bother?
Even more importantly, why did he find himself melting just a little bit inside while half listening to his silky voice during the lectures? And why did he find himself peeking up shyly from his gameboy right now to look at Keehl?
He couldn't be more than a few years older than the rest of his class. With his slightly feminine features and blond hair just a bit too long for most guys, Matt had never seen a man quite like him. He had also never seen a professor wearing a completely leather ensemble. And had never even seen anything as skin tight as Keehl's leather.
Matt had noticed the blond staring at him every now and then during class. Probably in annoyance at the fact that Matt almost never showed up and never seemed to pay attention. He knew that it was stupid, but he secretly hoped that it was more. That maybe he actually saw something in Matt…aside from some kid who doesn't give a damn, that is.
He could tell that class was almost over by the way that everyone was starting to get restless. It didn't matter much to him when class ended, he thought as he reached the next level of Super Mario on his gameboy. All he really did all day was game. And of course, hack some rich person's bank account when he needed to. He only took what he absolutely needed to when he needed to. And besides, it's not like those billionaires were going to miss the few hundred dollars a month he took for his games.
As he peeked up at Keehl again, he had a thought. An unbelievable thought. He couldn't possibly be starting to…no, it just couldn't happen. There was no way he could be starting to form a crush on his professor! Really, who talks all day for a living? Only completely narcissistic people. And he certainly wouldn't like an egoistical person. And a man? No way! He was straight! Sane, straight guys like him don't like egoistical, narcissistic, blond, feminine looking, sexy men who are their professors!
Oh god, even his thoughts were rambling. This was bad. He had to get out of that class ASAP.
Maybe if he could go to a club afterwards and find some girl, he could get his head straight. Take her home, remind him of why he loves women, and get his mind off of this crazy idea.
Matt breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that everyone was standing up to leave. He raced to shut down his gameboy and stood up to leave. Freedom at last. He would be able to get this absurd idea out of his head that he could like—
"Matt Jeevas, would you please come see me?" Mello called.
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