MattXMello MelloXMatt

Could Matt and Mello really reconnect after all these years? A Songfic dedicated to Matt and Mello.

5 Minutes to midnight Song fiction.

Disclaimer- Do NOT own Death note characters, the intended love between them or five minutes to midnight by Boys Like Girls.

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Matt could hear the music even before he stepped inside the club.
After convincing his 18 was really 21 he made his way into the thrumming club smugly.
He took a look around. A thing he was doing more recently. After working the kira case, he knew none of his co workers, well by face, and he really didn't want to run into them accidently at a club.
He sat down on a bar stool and orded a vodka and coke. After getting his drink he gulped down half of it and grimaced at the taste. He rolled his eyes half of it gone already and somewhere along the way he had swallowed the bit of cucumber on the side of the glass.
He never really came here to pick up chicks. Well chicks had nothing to do with it. He was a bit suspicious he may be BI. But he hadn't really found anyone attractive since his days at WAMMY's.

Ahhh, wammy's, the house for geniuses. He was third, and there was always some competition between his best friend Mello and this other guy called Near. But Matt was never bothered. He was always on his PSP, or his PS2. Depending on which was charged. He could probably come first, if he wasn't lazy and had other ideas like giving himself lung cancer.
He wasn't the only one with a fetish. There was near with his goddamn toys and fiddling with his hair whenever he was analysing someone.
Then there was Mello. Quite possibly the love of his life. Well as close to love as he had ever known. Mello was a tough cookie, but he always stuck up for Matt, because they only had each other.
Everyone at first thought he was a chick. Well it's not too hard to do. Mello, you see, had a bright blonde bang, which covered most of his face and a Blonde bob that looked like a halo. But Mello was as far from an angel as you could get. He kept a gun in his front of his black leather pants, chocolate in each hand, and he had his mood swings.
Yes. It sounds like he was describing a girl. But he really wasn't.

As Matt got used to the rhythmic drumming of the music he started to look around at the waves of people around him. There was a couple at the bar, taking shots and looking way past the line of stability. There were a few giggle girls on stools a couple away from Matt, so he turned his head and pretended not to notice them.
Only when his head was half way round did he spot a blonde on the dance floor. A leather clad blonde, with a chocolate in each hand.
Matt smiled.
It wasn't his Mello. It couldn't be. Mello swore when he left Wammy's that Matt would never have to see him again. A quick peck on the cheek and he had left, with his suitcase.
So Matt went to the toilet, and checked from all angles whether the skinny ass on the dance floor was the skinny Mello he had fallen in love with all those years ago.

Mello.
That guy is staring at me again.
He kind of looks familiar. But I don't know where from.

OMG! It couldn't be. Mail?
Or Matt. Well whatever he goes by he was always Matty to me. His skinny jeans, and combat boots, along with his goggles and godamn striped t-shirt. And his hair is still flame red. That boy hasn't changed at all. Well neither have I to be honest.
"Hey Babe. Want to dance?"
"Fuck Off Asshole." God. Why can't these guys see I'm a guy? Its not that frigging hard.
Mello made his way through the crowd of people to get a better look Matt.
He's still as skinny, but god he still smokes.

"Brown eyes and lungs filled up with smoke
Fast lives, stuck in the undertow
You know all the places I want to go."He knew all my secrets. All my places I plan to visit all the people I intended to kill.
I wonder what he's being doing all these years. I left him literally heartbroken.
He's smoking at the bar. And everyone is oblivious that this is a fire hazard. It's because he looks so godamn sexy with that thing in his mouth. Not a care in the world.

Matt.
He's coming over. Godamn it is Mello. What the hell is he doing here in L.A?
He's smiling. Probably because I look so fricking confused right now.
Mello was always looking after me in the school. Whenever I was down, ill, or being pissed off by some of the people in wammy's he'd either shoot them of kick their asses.

"I've got the sickness you've got the cure
you've got the spark I've been looking for.
And I've got a plan we walk out the door."I wonder if I can make him want after me like he used to.

"Hey Matty. Want to dance?"
Matt's head turned round so fast he thought he was going to get whiplash.

Mello's hand was outstretched and waiting for Matt to grab it.
Tentatively he did. Mello was trouble with a capital T, but it didn't matter. Matt felt safer with Mello then he did without.

The song that came on was rather fast, so Mello grabbed held of Mast waist and pulled him toward him.
Matt placed his hands on Mello's shoulders, and laughed.
"What? Am I not doing this right?" Mello looked like a deer caught in headlights but it was cute for Matt. No one on earth gets to see this face this vulnerable, except for Matt.
"Nope. You're doing just fine. 'Cept You is a little far away."
Mello smiled at the compliment and purred like a cat but then his eyes shot open again, when he analysed what Matt had said.
This wasn't the Matt he knew. The Matt he knew was quiet and repressed. However he was welcome to change.
He pulled Matt closer and whispered in his ear.
"Miss me Matty?"
Matt melted right there. He had died and gone to heaven and all he had to say to that was "hallelujah."

"Now you want to just let go
Its time to roll down the windows
Singing wohooo, yeah here we go"Mello rolled his hips a little to show Matt what he had been missing over the last couple of years, earning a very throaty moan, that only Mello could hear because of the music.
Matt at once, realising what he had done bit his lip, whilst cringing as Mello did it again.
Mello looked up to the clock on his left. 11.55
He didn't need any more time. He wanted this boy. In his apartment. And not just to play chess.
Matt was thinking the music wasn't loud enough; his cries would be heard through the song.

"Turn in up... Its five minutes to midnight
you're coming home with me tonight
Kick it up a notch, shaking me up, turn it up.
Alright.
Five minutes to midnight. You see our names in city lights
Make the clock stop, make your heart drop, and come alive."Matt was ready to get the hell out of there, when Mello pulled him in for a full frontal kiss, that made him see Mello's head in his mind, only just realising he had closed his eyes; his foot was close to pinging upwards, like they do in the movies.

He's ready, Mello thought, so he grabbed him by the hand and pulled him through the crowd of people.

"We could back up and leave all the things behind
No fact or fiction or storyline
'Cos I need you more than just for tonight.
Your a-a-all I care, I can't stop my breathing
I'm weak and you are my medicine
I won't stop until I'm under your skin."Outside the wind hit them like a wave, and Matt saw Mello's Motorcycle. Bright red. Damn it. He loved riding just not without a helmet. However Mello winked as he skids off into the night. Matt felt comfortable with his arms around Mello's waist, and thought he could have a little fun.
He hoisted himself a little further and put his tongue to Mello's ear. "Did you miss me Mello?"
Mello almost stopped the bike. How could he concentrate on not killing them if matt was constantly teasing him? He smiled, and realised Matt knew what he was doing.

"Now you want to just let go
Its time to roll down the windows
Singing wohooo, yeah here we go""Turn in up... Its five minutes to midnight
you're coming home with me tonight
Kick it up a notch, shaking me up, turn it up.
Alright.
Five minutes to midnight. You see our names in city lights
Make the clock stop, make your heart drop, and come alive."

"And when the clock strikes twelve Your frowning at the boy going kiss and tell
'Coz you know I never will
I think we should strike a match, put it through the wind, see how long it lasts
We can make the time stand still.

Turn in up... Its five minutes to midnight
you're coming home with me tonight
Kick it up a notch, shaking me up, turn it up.
Alright.
Five minutes to midnight. You see our names in city lights
Make the clock stop, make your heart drop, and come alive."

Boy, they were going to have fun tonight ^. ^

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Authors note- I think I'm going to make this a two shot. Even though this wasn't much.
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