AU. MM. - "It is our duty to make sure customers stay anonymous." Two boys, one secret.

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Darkroom; Darkroom

Matt x Mello;

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Noir

Matt stared at the four letters, displayed in big, black and red writing on the building in front of him. He hadn't been here for a while, since they had been touring for the past couple of months. But now they had a week off, and the first thing he had done when they had arrived at their loft in Hamburg, was to get into his car and return to this place.

He had never thought he would ever visit a place like this. Hell, a year ago he hadn't even known what this place was and what happened in it. It helped him forget though, and it was the only place where he could be who he truly was, so he found himself back here over and over again.

The red haired male took a deep breath, before taking the last few steps towards the building, until he stood in front of a big, well-built man.

"ID please," the man said. His voice was dark and cold.

Matt shoved a hand into his big pocket and retrieved a little card, showing it to the man. A smile crept onto the man's face.

"Oh, it's you," he smirked, "Didn't recognize you behind all those scarves and clothes."

"You know how it is. Gotta hide from the fans," Matt replied, shrugging.

"Yeah," the man said, handing him his ID back. "Haven't seen you around for a while, touring I heard?"

Matt nodded. "We've got a week off now, finally."

"I guess I'll be seeing you around some more this week then, huh?" The guy grinned. "Well, you're lucky today; quite a few pretty boys have decided to try out this place tonight. I couldn't believe that some of them were already eighteen. They seemed really nervous, so be gentle," the man winked, grinning.

"You know I always am," Matt laughed, finally entering the building.

The big heavy door closed behind him, as he walked through the long, narrow hallway that was dimly lit by purple lights which aligned the narrow path.

When he reached the end of it, he pushed the big, dark red curtain aside and entered the room. Soft, low music greeted his ears, as well as a silent murmur of voices.

Nothing had changed since his last visit. He even recognized some of the guests from previous times he had been here.

Without further hesitation, Matt approached the bar, tapping the barman, who had his back turned to him, on the shoulder. The tall, raven man turned around, cleaning a glass. When his eyes met Matt's he grinned.

"Wow, look who's here. I thought you'd never come back," he said, putting the glass down and patting Matt on the shoulder.

"Hey, I have a band to take care of, you know I haven't got the time for regular visits," Matt sighed, sitting down on a high stool.

"Heard you were touring, my sister visited your concert in Hamburg, she wouldn't shut up about it for days," the raven man rolled his eyes, picking up another glass that needed cleaning.

"You're sister's a fan?" Matt asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"Yeah man, I never told you? She'd go crazy if she knew I meet you almost every night when you're here," he grinned.

"You- you haven't told her?" Matt swallowed hard, reaching inside his left pocket he took out his cigarettes.

"Fuck no. It's none of her business. This is a place people come to, to get away from their normal lives for a while; it is our duty to make sure customers stay anonymous."

"Oh God, thanks Teru, you can't imagine what would happen if anyone found out about me coming here," he breathed out, relieved, before taking a drag from the cigarette.

"Oh, I think I can," Teru laughed, mixing Matt a drink. "So, I guess you didn't just come to talk, right?" He grinned, handing Matt the drink.

Matt took off his big jacket and scarves and handed them to Teru. "Right," he said, taking a sip of his drink. Bloody Mary.

"No blindfold I'm guessing?" Teru asked, placing Matt's stuff behind the counter.

Matt scoffed. "Fuck no! I prefer seeing who I'm doing."

Teru laughed, handing Matt a red plastic bracelet. "Well, you know where to go. Have fun," he winked.

Matt nodded and stood up, taking his drink with him. He walked across the room and many eyes turned to look at him, but a soon as they saw the red bracelet, they turned away immediately. It showed that he wasn't available for a quick chat here and a long fuck at home tonight. He had other plans.

The red haired male walked right towards the back of the room, where another big man stood in front of a big, black, metal door, which was hard to see since the walls were also black.

As soon as he saw Matt's bracelet he nodded, opening the heavy door for him. Matt slipped inside and the door closed behind him immediately. He found himself in an almost dark room, which was dimly lit by purple lights, just like the hallway he had walked through earlier. Even though it was hard to see, Matt knew exactly where he was and what to find where. His familiarity with this room was almost frightening.

It smelled like sex. It always did.

A few muffled moans and almost silent cries reached his ears and he breathed in deeply. Stephan, the bouncer from outside, had been right. There were many pretty, young boys here tonight, boys that were his age. Matt was glad, he had almost gotten used to getting involved with older men, and it was rare to find a boy his age in here. However, Matt felt a little guilty whenever he'd engage with a young boy in this room. They reminded Matt of him, and he was the reason Matt was here in the first place. To forget him. Nevertheless, Matt had already set his emerald eyes on a young, raven, blindfolded guy, who sat on one of the black couches, fidgeting nervously with the hem of his shirt. Most of the other young guys were already busy. The ones who were still virgins would no longer be so innocent by the time they left this place.

Matt took a last sip of his drink and set it down on a table next to him. He approached the boy and lay a hand on his cheek. The boy flinched and tensed. Matt chuckled lightly. He hadn't had and inexperienced one in ages.

"You're new to this right?" Matt asked, kneeling down in front of the boy.

The black haired male nodded, his bottom lip trembled a little.

"Don't worry." Matt said, tugging at the boy's belt. "I'm good looking and no older than you."

The raven breathed out a shaky laugh which turned into a gasp when Matt opened his jeans.

"Shh," Matt said, laying his hands onto the boy's thighs, "Relax."

The boy nodded, but stayed tense. Matt smirked; it reminded him of the first time he had been here.

"So," Matt tried to keep the conversation up, whilst exploring the boy's body with his hands. "Have you been with a guy before?"

The boy nodded, sighing lightly as Matt's hands found their way underneath his red t-shirt.

"So, you're not a virgin?" He asked, caressing the boy's chest.

The boy shook his head.

"Good," Matt smirked. "Makes things easier," he rubbed the boy's nipples with his thumbs, earning himself an almost silent moan.

Matt's hands traveled further down, back to the boy's pants. He rubbed the raven's erection through his jeans. The boy's breath quickened, as he dug his fingers into the couch cushions.

"Oh you're eager," Matt groaned, licking along the boy's neck and sucking at the skin softly.

The boy let his head fall back, giving Matt more space to play.

"You're lucky I found you before anybody else did," he murmured into the boy's ear. "All the other men are interested in, is to fuck you senseless and then leave, not caring whether you had fun or not. It's not always such a great idea to choose the blindfold you know? But I guess when someone like me is in here, the blindfolds a pretty good idea," he smirked, tugging the boys pants down a little.

The boy nodded, not really listening to what Matt was saying. Matt laughed softly, reaching through the slit of the raven's boxers and wrapping his hand around the boy's cock.

"You're cute," he grinned, as the boy started to breathe loudly.

The raven bit is lip, softly rolling his hips in the rhythm of Matt's hand. Matt had gotten him pretty hard.

Matt licked his lips. "You really want this don't you?"

The boy nodded again, a moan escaping his lips.

"Well, then you'll like what I'm about to do next," he rasped, taking the boy's cock out of his boxers through the slit.

The raven gasped as the cool air hit his wet length.

"Oh god," Matt groaned, loving the sight in front of him.

He caught himself imagining what his cock looked like and shook his head, trying to get him out of there.

'Stop thinking about him.' Matt thought. 'That's what you're here for, goddamnit!'

He lowered his head, until it hovered just above the reddened cock in front of him.

"You've got a nice dick, you know that?" Matt breathed onto the hot flesh.

The boy shook his head, blushing.

Matt laughed. "I bet you do."

His tongue darted out and lapped at the head, tasting the pre-come. The raven hissed, bucking his hips a little.

"You like that, don't you?" Matt said, massaging the boy's length.

He didn't usually speak a lot when he had sex or got intimate with someone, but he had learned that talking calmed the younger, inexperienced ones at this place. It made them feel more comfortable for some reason.

The raven nodded, whimpering softly.

Matt smirked, his head disappearing in the boy's lap as he covered the wet head with his mouth and sucked hard. The raven cried out, jerking his hips backward. Matt pulled back, but didn't stop massaging the hard length.

"You know, you remind me of someone," Matt said, letting his thumb slide over the seeping slit, spreading the wetness.

The boy whimpered, throwing his head back.

"Of my best friend actually, he's as old as you. You're nineteen, right?"

The boy nodded, trying to concentrate on what Matt was saying.

"Yeah, your hair is similar to his, just that he's got longer blond hair and you're quite skinny too, just like him." Matt lapped at the head once more, removing the droplets of pre-come that kept forming at the tip.

The boy moaned, clawing at the sofa.

"You've got a similar clothing style too."

'And I wonder if he moans the same way you do,' he added in his thoughts.

Matt tightened his grip on the raven's cock, making him cry out.

"I love him, you know?" Matt said, lost in thought.

"I really do," he whispered, hunching over and swallowing the cock in front of him, until it nudged the back of his throat.

The boy's hands jerked forwards, grabbing Matt's red hair and gripping it tightly. He moaned loudly, rolling his hips, fucking Matt's mouth softly. Matt's hands grabbed the raven's hips, holding them still. He teased the head of the boy's cock with his tongue and sucked the boy's length back in, swallowing hard and humming around him. The boy hissed, his grip in Matt's hair tightening.

Matt pulled back and let the wet cock slip out of his mouth. "You like that don't you?" He licked along the length, taking the head back into his mouth and sucking softly.

The raven nodded, whimpering and moaning, wanting to scream out loud.

Matt brought his other hand to the boy's balls and massaged them with one hand, making the raven moan louder. Matt let a finger slide behind the boy's balls, and nudged the soft skin behind them. He pressed down, sucking on the hard length forcefully, hollowing his cheeks.

The boy's hips bucked, jerking forward. He screamed as quietly as he could and came hard in Matt's mouth.

Matt wrapped a hand around the twitching cock, milking him until he was dry. He didn't swallow though. He spat the raven's come out into a random cup he found on the table behind him. He refused to swallow random people's come. It was gross enough having it in his mouth.

Matt stood up and went back to the table where he had left his Bloody Mary. He took a sip and scrunched up his face. He didn't like that drink particularly much, but at least it killed the taste.

The raven sat motionless for a while, panting and recovering from his orgasm. He looked around, even though he couldn't see anything. He couldn't feel Matt's presence anymore. He reached out in front of him, but there was no one.

He flushed, feeling the heat raise into his head. He had totally been ditched. Suddenly feeling embarrassed, he reached for his trouser to pull them back up. Two strong hands wrapped themselves around his wrists before he could do anything.

"What do you think you are doing?" He heard Matt's voice. "I'm not finished with you yet."

The boy's stomach fluttered. He had hoped this thing wasn't over yet, but when he had realized Matt had been gone, he thought it had been because Matt was done with him.

"You thought I left?" Matt asked amusedly, as if reading the boy's mind.

The raven nodded, blushing.

"You're not getting away that easily," Matt said, pulling the raven's pants and boxers down and off his feet. "I'm hard as rock," he laughed, sitting down next to the exposed boy.

The raven smiled, holding his hand out to Matt. Matt arched a brow in confusion.

"I want to touch you," The boy said, so quietly that Matt wasn't even sure whether he had heard him correct.

Matt raised his second brow, understanding what the boy was getting at. He took the raven's hand in his own and placed it over his erection, pressing down hard.

"You feel that?" He hissed, guiding the boy's hand up and down, rubbing his erect groin.

The boy nodded, nibbling at his bottom lip innocently. "What do you want me to do about it?" He whispered shyly.

"I don't know," Matt said, letting go of the raven's hand, which didn't stop moving over his erection. "What do you want to do about it?" Matt moaned.

The boy let go of the bulge in Matt's pants and unbuckled his belt. Matt leaned back, watching the raven's every move, wondering if he'd be lucky enough to receive a blowjob.

The boy pulled Matt's pants down with ease, taking the boxers down with them. Matt's swollen cock sprung free and he hissed silently as the cool air made contact with the hot flesh.

The boy crawled back onto the couch, laying himself down against the arm rest and spreading his legs coyly.

Matt gasped out. "You- you want me to fuck you?"

The boy nodded and arched his back eagerly.

Matt didn't needed to be told twice. He shot over to the edge of the table, searching for a moment before taking a bottle of lube. He pounced back on top of the raven haired boy and hurriedly opened the tube, squirting it haphazardly. The cool gel fell onto Matt's hard length and he gasped at the sensation. He hastily spread the lube onto his fingers. The red-head curled his fingers up, touching that spot inside the raven which made him spasm in pleasure and yell out.

Matt pulled his fingers out a little, jabbing them back in and aiming for the boys' prostate again. The boy moaned, bucking up and pushing the fingers further inside of him. Matt added a third finger and began scissoring them as his other hand reached down and spread the lube along his shaft.

"Nng. J-just…do it…already!" Boy panted, his legs twitching and his back arching as the stranger repeatedly prodded his prostate.

Matt groaned as he pulled his fingers out. He positioned himself at boys' entrance, and looked down at the sexy raven, panting and writhing underneath him. Too bad he was blindfolded.

The red-head pushed in slowly, inch by agonizing inch. It wasn't like he did it because he didn't want to hurt the young boy; He could take it, Matt knew that for a fact. But it was fun, watching the way boys' face scrunched up, the way he whimpered, arched back, demanding more.

Matt pushed all the way in, burying himself to the hilt. He wait a few minutes for the boy to adjust. Then Matt pulled almost all the way out, and slid back in at a leisurely pace. Satisfied with the desperate whimper that escaped boys' lips, he repeated the motion.

With a smirk, Matt pulled out before slamming back in again, hitting the boys' prostate once more. Raven haired boy moaned, his hips bucking up in a desperate attempt to push Matt further inside of him.

The red-head grunted, but didn't withdraw. He wiggled his hips, just the slightest movement, which caused his length to rub painfully, wickedly, deliciously against boys' prostate.

The boy moaned, his body writhing and his veins intoxicated with the unbelievably intense pleasure, the pure bliss that Matt was creating. The raven bucked his hips up, trying to dislodge Matt from his position, because he needed friction and god damn it, he needed it now.

Matt got the message, and he pulled out before thrusting back in. His heart was racing and his mind was reeling. Matt hit the boys' prostate again, watching in rapture as he arched back, whimpering, moaning, purring at Matt's every touch.


Matt entered the loft quietly. It was past midnight and the others were most likely already sleeping. He took off his scarves and coat and hung them on the coat rack by the entrance hall. He then quietly made his way into the kitchen. The kitchen table was full of opened pizza boxes. Some were empty and some still had a fair amount of food in them. Matt decided he wasn't hungry enough to eat cold pizza so he grabbed a little bottle of water instead and made his way to the stairs. As he entered the living room, which had to be passed in order to get to the stairs, he noticed the television was still on. The screen was bright blue and made a low buzzing noise. Sighing, Matt made his way to the television and turned it off, when he turned back around he saw a curled up figure sleeping on the sofa.

Mello's hair was fanned out on the red cushion and his legs were pulled up tightly against his body. He held the remote for the television softly in his limp hand, almost letting it fall onto the floor.

Matt's heart contracted as soon as he spotted his best friend's sleeping form on the couch. Suddenly he felt bad, guilty and disgusted about what he had done. He always did sooner or later, but seeing his innocent brother like this just made it worse. He did it because of him, he always did, yet it made him feel sick whenever he saw him. What would Mello think of him?

Swallowing hard, Matt walked quietly towards the sofa. He kneeled down in front of Mello, placing the water bottle onto the small table, so they were face to face. He placed a hand onto his friend's cheek, caressing it softly. Mello was so beautiful it almost hurt. Breathing in deeply, Matt closed his eyes and leaned forward, nudging his nose against Mello's. He titled his head upward, placing a tender kiss to his friend's forehead.

No matter how many times Matt returned to Noir, taking a journey into a different world of pure pleasure, leaving everything else aside, letting his mind forget for a few hours, It never seemed to help, it hadn't changed a thing. Whenever he came back the feelings he was so desperately trying to forget were still there. They always were.

The red-head boy placed one arm under Mello's knees and the other one behind his back and carefully lifted him up off the sofa. It never seized to amaze him how light Mello was; how easy it was to pick him up and carry him around.

"Fuck! You gave me a fright man!"

Matt's head shot up, spotting a sleepy Beyond clutching his chest and staring at him wide eyed.

"Sshht!" Matt hissed, gesturing towards Mello with his head.

Beyond clasped a hand over his mouth, mouthing a 'sorry'. "Where were you?" The raven haired male whispered.

"Just went out for a walk and had a quick drink in a bar nearby," Matt lied. He had gotten used to lying, he had more than enough excuses in his head to use whenever someone asked this question, after he came back from his nightly adventures.

Beyond nodded. "He waited for you." He gestured towards the blond-haired boy in Matt's arms.

Matt felt a tiny stab in his heart, as he looked at Mello's angelic face.

"Lawliet tried to make him go to bed, 'cause our precious singer was obviously tired as fuck, but he insisted on waiting for you." Beyond rolled his eyes, scratching his chest.

The tiny stab in Matt's heart grew. "I should have told him not to wait for me," Matt said quietly.

"Just come home earlier next time. Mello pulls this shit whenever we are here and you go out by yourself, he needs his sleep."

Matt nodded, not knowing what to say. He told Beyond goodnight and carried Matt up the stairs with ease. He entered their sleeping area and carefully lay Mello down on his bed. He stroked a few strands of hair out of Mello's face and placed them behind his ear, mumbling a goodnight before straightening up, ready to go to his own bed.

He didn't get far. He noticed a weak tug at his t-shirt and turned around, facing what he thought was a sleeping Mello.

"Stay," Mello mumbled letting go of Matt's t-shirt. His eyes were still closed and he seemed ready to fall into a deep sleep any second.

Matt sighed, unbuckling his pants and taking off his T-Shirt. Who was he to tell Mello no?

'I'll shower tomorrow,' he thought, as he climbed into bed next to his best friend.

Mello immediately scooted closer, wrapping a loose arm around Matt's waist. "You smell of someone else," he mumbled, breathing in Matt's familiar scent mixed with something unknown.

"There were many people in the bar, I probably smell of a lot right now," Matt whispered, hating himself for lying to his best friend.

"Hmm…" Mello hummed, finally falling asleep, clutching onto Matt tightly.


So what do you guys think? Lately I have been so obsessed with Death Note, mainly Matt, Near and Beyond. Here is a little info. Matt, Mello, Lawliet and Beyond are in a band. Mello is the singer, Matt the guitarist, Lawliet the bassist and Beyond - the drummer. I still haven't gave them a name. So if you have any suggestions, feel free to share them with me. Oh, and I don't own Death Note :)