AU. MM. - "It is our duty to make sure customers stay anonymous." Two boys, one secret.
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Darkroom; Confessions
Matt x Mello;
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Skillet's melody suddenly echoed through the room, waking Mello up abruptly. Grumbling a few incomprehensible words, he reached for his mobile and flipped it open.
"Yes?" He croaked, rubbing his eyes with his free hand.
"Morning sleepyhead!"
"Ugh, Misa," Melllo moaned through a yawn.
"You make Misa feel so loved Mello!"
"I'm still sleeping," he whined.
"Yeah, Misa figured. Listen, wanna come over when you've woken up properly?"
"Sure," Mello mumbled with a shrug, rubbing a hand over his eyes once more.
"Then get your bony ass out of bed and be here in an hour!" Mello heard his only female best friend laugh, and then the line went dead.
"Ugh," Mello huffed, falling back into the cushions and dropping his mobile onto the bed.
He turned onto his side and stared at the space beside him. He stretched his arm out and let his hand run over the empty space. It was still warm; Matt must have gotten up not long ago. Mello wished his best friend would have stayed a little longer for once in a while.
He sighed and kicked the blanket aside. Stretching, he got out of bed and tiptoed barefooted towards the bathroom. He reached the door and turned the doorknob a few times, it seemed to be locked.
"Busy!" He heard his friend's voice from the other side of the door.
Mello squeezed his thighs together, his bladder was about to burst. "Matt! I need to piss!"
"Well, wait till I'm finished Mel!"
"No!" Mello almost yelled. "I really need to piss," he whined, knocking onto the door.
He heard a loud sigh and then the lock clicked. He opened the door rapidly and hurried towards the toilet. He was about to pull down his boxers a little bit but he stopped, turning around to face his friend. Matt had a small, black towel wrapped around his hips, it looked like it was about to fall off. Currently he was trying to reach the white towel which was on the shelf a little away from him.
"What?" Matt asked, looking at Mello through the mirror.
"Um… could you… get out, until I'm finished?" Mello shifted his weight from one foot onto the other rapidly.
Matt raised and eyebrow, he turned around to look at his friend's straight in the face. "You're kidding me, right Mel?"
Mello shook his head, biting is lip, he was about to wet his pants.
Matt tried to suppress a laugh and turned back around, grabbing the white towel and dropped it onto his wet head. "Just piss already, I'm not gonna look, and anyway, not like it's different then mine."
Mello rolled his blue eyes and turned his back to the redhead. He pulled his boxers half way down his ass and peered over his shoulder to make sure Matt wasn't looking, before getting out his length.
He sighed contentedly when he finally released, and leaned back a little. He heard Matt chuckle lightly behind him.
"Shut up!" He shook his length a little, before pulling his boxers back up, and pushed his friend aside, so he could wash his hands.
Matt was about to laugh and tease Mello, but stopped when Mello wiped his hands on Matt's black towel.
"Hey!" He protested.
Mello smirked and gave the towel a strong tug. It loosened around Matt's hips and fell onto the floor, leaving him completely exposed.
The redhead squealed and held his hands in front of his private area protectively.
Mello smirked. "You're right, not that much difference." He laughed and turned around, leaving a perplexed Matt in the bathroom.
As soon as Mello left the room and closed the door behind him, he felt the heat rise into his head. 'I can't believe I just did that!' he thought, blushing madly.
"Finally!" Misa squealed as she opened the front door to her house.
"Yeah," Mello grinned, taking off his big designer sunglasses.
The blond haired girl pulled Mello in for a tight hug and closed the door behind them.
"God, Misa missed you, you're always gone for so long!"
"I was touring Misa, which usually takes a while." Mello rolled his eyes, taking off his jacket and throwing it onto the sofa.
"Nice to see you haven't changed," Misa grinned.
Mello smirked and let himself fall onto the sofa, next to his leather jacket. He released a loud, long sigh.
"What's on your mind?" Misa asked, sitting down on the armchair across from Mello.
Mello quirked a brow at her. "What do you mean?" He asked.
"Your mind's somewhere else, Misa notice these things Mello, you should know by now," Misa smirked, pulling her knees up to her chest.
Mello shook his head in amusement. Misa simply knew him too well, which wasn't a surprise after having known her for so many years.
"So, wanna talk about it?"
Mello shook his head. "Maybe later," he said. "It's nothing special anyway," he lied. It was special, it was more than special.
Misa narrowed her blue eyes for a moment as if she were thinking hard. She knew Mello was lying, and Mello knew it too, but he hoped Misa would drop it anyway.
"Fine, we'll get comfortable later, with a bottle of wine, and then we talk," she insisted.
Mello nodded. He had no clue about how the fuck he was going to tell Misa his biggest secret, but he was sure he'd find a way around it without lying. He tried not to worry too much about it right now; after all, he was here to have fun.
"Look, Misa doesn't wanna sound bitchy or anything, but Misa really needs to do her nails, they're getting disgusting, and Misa could use a helping hand…" The blond cocked her head and looked at Mello questioningly.
"Sure," Mello said, getting up off the sofa.
"Thanks!" Misa squeaked. "Misa really loves what you've done to yours!" She stood up too, leading the way up the stairs into her room.
"I'll show you how to do it, or… I can do it for you?"
Misa squealed in agreement as they entered her room.
"So," Misa said, bringing two glasses and a bottle of wine into the living room. She poured a fair amount into each glass and sat down on the sofa, next to Mello. "Let's talk," he said, handing Mello one of the wine glasses. She pulled a soft, woolly blanket over their legs and got comfortable. "Go ahead," she urged Mello on, taking a sip of her drink.
Mello sighed, swaying his glass a little and watched the red liquid almost reach the edges of the glass.
"Isn't your boyfriend home?" Mello asked, trying to dodge the conversation Misa was insisting on having.
"Nope, he won't be back until tomorrow."
Mello nodded, taking a generous sip of his drink. "Where is he?" He feigned interest.
"Mello," Misa sighed. "Stop pretending to be interested in Misa's boyfriends' life and tell Misa what's bothering you already."
Mello shifted on the sofa, trying to find a more comfortable position. He pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his chin on them. "I- I think- I… I like someone." He took a gulp of wine and squeezed his eyes shut at the slightly sour taste.
Misa furrowed her eyebrows. She knew her best friend far too well to know that Mello hadn't told her everything yet. Mello wouldn't be acting like this just because he liked someone.
"You mean: you think you are in love." Misa corrected him.
Mello nodded, avoiding Misa's gaze. "That's not all though," he said quietly, secretly hoping Misa hadn't heard.
But Misa had heard, and looked at Mello expectantly. Mello took a deep breath. "It's a boy," he said so quickly, Misa almost hadn't caught it. Mello downed the rest of his glass and gritted his teeth at the taste. He wasn't a big fan of red wine, but it was fine once in a while.
Misa's blue eyes widened. She blinked a few times before letting out a really loud squeal. She downing her glass in excitement, then she grabbed the bottle of wine, filling up their glasses once more.
"So, who is it?"
Mello stiffened. He brought his glass to his lips and took a swig, two swigs, three swigs. He set the empty glass on the table and shook his head a little. Wine always made him feel light headed far too quickly.
"That bad?" Misa gaped.
Mello nodded, wiping his mouth with his sleeve.
"Ok," Misa said, standing up. "Misa thinks we need something stronger."
'Definitely,' Mello agreed in thought. He kicked the blanket of his legs and sat down properly on the couch. He was starting to get a little warm.
"Misa loves this stuff!" Misa returned with a bottle of Jack Daniel's and some coke. "My boyfriend still hasn't figured out where his bottles keep disappearing to," Misa giggled, sitting back down next to Mello.
Mello forced a smile and grabbed the alcohol, taking a swig straight out of the bottle.
"Okaaay." Misa raised her eyebrows. "Misa guess we won't be needing the coke."
"Fuck Misa," Mello said, coughing a little. "This is so bad. So, so bad. I don't know what's gotten into me!" he whined, shaking his head.
"Calm down Mello," Misa said, snatching the alcohol back and placing it onto the small table. "Now, take a deep breath and tell Misa why this is so bad. What Misa wants to say is, it's no crime loving somebody, even if he's the same sex as you are." Misa didn't quite understand why Mello was making himself go crazy over this.
"It's worse Misa, it's fucking worse than that. Please don't ask me to tell you who it is and why it's so bad. It can't happen, it just can't. I have to forget him, like, now." Mello grabbed the bottle once more, taking another swig, and Misa let him.
"Ok then, let's get pissed!" Misa grabbed the bottle from Mello and took a swig herself. She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. "Misa loves this shit!"
And Mello loved Misa for being the way she was. She wouldn't insist on Mello telling her things, she knew Mello didn't want to talk about, and she would never get mad about it. Misa was the best.
"I love you," Mello grinned stupidly; the alcohol was starting to affect him slightly.
"No," Misa said. "You love somebody else and that's why we're getting pissed." She took another swig and handed the bottle back to Mello.
Mello's grin disappeared in what seemed like slow-motion. "Alcohol's not gonna help, hasn't before," he mumbled, turning the bottle in his hands.
"Oh, so this has been going on for a while now?"
Mello nodded. "I've even started to go out to clubs with Beyond and the guys more often, to get my mind of things, but I usually just end up getting drunk and waking up hung over the next morning, but my feelings never change," he shrugged and brought the bottle back to his mouth.
"Mello, nothing is going to miraculously make your feelings disappear, but certain things might help to get your mind off the situation." Misa told him.
"Yeah, well, alcohol doesn't, it just makes me not worry too much about it." Yet, he carried on drinking out of the bottle. "Misaaaaaa~!" Mello suddenly whined. "Help me, I don't want to think about it anymore," he pouted.
"God Mello," Misa laughed. "If Misa didn't know you so well, Misa would send you to a darkroom."
Mello frowned. "A what?"
"A darkroom."
"What the fuck is a darkroom" Mello asked totally clueless.
"A darkroom, is a place people go to escape their own lives and problems for a while." Misa told him, shifting to sit Indian-style.
Mello's eyes lit up in an instant. "Really! How does it work?" He asked excitedly, taking a swig from the alcohol.
"Well," Misa cleared her throat. "It's, um, for over eighteen year olds only…" She drifted off.
"Yes…" Mello motioned for her to carry on; he obviously hadn't fully caught on yet.
"Which means that it's about sex and… that kind of stuff." Misa bit her bottom lip.
Mello's eyes widened. "What!"
Misa shifted. "Well, you go inside this darkened room, some people wear a blindfold and some don't, if you are not wearing one you chose someone with a blindfold in the room and, well, you do stuff, and if you're wearing a blindfold you wait for someone to chose you and, well, do stuff."
Mello blinked a few times.
"We've got one around the corner actually, Noir is a club with a darkroom." She carried on.
"I know that place!" Mello suddenly awoke from his stare. "I didn't know it was a… darkroom though," he furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait… how do you know it's a darkroom!"
Misa stiffened. "Light was in there."
"Light? Your ex?"
"Aha. He was trying to forget Lawliet."
"And did it work?" Now Mello was more than just interested.
"Aha."
Mello stared at her in awe, taking a few generous swigs from the bottle. 'So Noir's a darkroom.' He was lost in thought.
A beeping sound coming from his phone brought him back to reality. "Text message," he mumbled, searching for his phone whilst Misa was still busy remembering Light.
He found his mobile in his back pocket and flipped it open.
[Mel where r u? R u ok? Answer please!
Matt]
Mello sighed, a dreamy look taking over his eyes. Misa noticed that.
"What's up?" She asked.
"Oh, nothing, but it's getting pretty late, I should head back."
Misa glanced at the clock. "You're right, god, time flies when Misa is with you!"
Mello laughed, taking one last swig from the bottle, and stood up, grabbing his leather jacket.
"Call Misa tomorrow?" Misa stood up as well.
"Sure," Mello grinned, suddenly noticing the alcohol rush into his head. "Fuck, how much did I drink?" He massaged his temple with one hand.
"Too much considering your weight," Misa laughed. "You're already slurring, like, sluuurring." Misa was obviously affected by the alcohol too.
"Am not," Mello mumbled. He hadn't noticed he was slurring.
"Are too, now get out of Misa house before Matt gets too worried and starts searching you all over the town." She laughed pushing Mello towards the door.
Mello swung around. "How did you know Matt's worried?" He asked a little alarmed.
"I'm just guessing he is, after all he is your childhood friend." Misa cocked a brow.
"Oh, yeah, probably." Mello turned back around and headed out the door.
"Don't you dare not call tomorrow Mihael Keehl!" Misa yelled out the door.
"Misa!" Mello hissed. If people heard Mihael Keehl — the lead singer of the English rock sensation "Fade", was alone walking on the streets, he'd have a mass of fans on his back any moment.
Misa however just laughed and closed the door, ignoring Mello's glares.
"Idiot," Mello mumbled, making his way to the loft.
He noticed his feet weren't exactly doing what his brain told them to, making walking in a straight line near to impossible.
'The loft is just around the corner anyway,' Mello thought and got out his mobile. He typed a message sending it to Matt.
[Matty I comin just wait m ther now.
Meel]
Matt sighed dropping his phone on to the bed. Mello was obviously drunk. He wondered what the fuck his friend had been up to. He descended the stairs into the living area and sat on the couch, not taking his eyes off the front door.
Only a few minutes later he heard some shuffling going on behind the door. He got up off the sofa, making his way to the front door, and opened it.
"Woops!" Mello squealed, falling into his friend. He had been leaning on the door for support whilst he had tried opening it.
"Whoa!" Matt wrapped his arms around Mello, stopping him from falling onto the floor. "Careful," he said.
Mello grinned up at the redhead and pulled away, standing back up on his own feet.
"Where were you?" Matt asked seriously.
"Misa's." Mello hiccuped.
Matt felt a pang of jealousy, which he knew was stupid, because Misa was their best friend and nothing more.
"And why do you reek of alcohol?" He crossed his arms over his chest.
"We had a drink or two," Mello giggled, swaying a little.
Matt rolled his green eyes. He was a little annoyed that Mello hadn't told him he was going to Misa's, and he was annoyed at the fact that his best friend was drunk, but he was even more annoyed at the jealousy bubbling up inside of him.
"Take your shoes off; I'll bring you to bed." He said, already heading upstairs.
Mello nodded and sat down on the floor, opening his laces and taking his shoes off clumsily.
"Wait!" He squeaked like a little child when he noticed Matt leaving him.
He quickly got up and hurried towards Matt in his socks. "Are you mad at me?" He asked, climbing the first step.
Matt sighed. "No." He put and arm around Mello and helped him get up the stairs safely.
"Where are the twins?" Mello asked with a yawn.
"Gone out."
"Why didn't you go with them?" Mello furrowed his brows at Matt.
Matt shrugged, walking Mello into his room.
The truth was that Matt simply hadn't been able to bring himself to go out not knowing where Mello was and what he was doing. He had decided to stay home and wait for his friend.
"I can walk alone you know, I'm not that drunk," Mello giggled and Matt let go of him.
The blond boy sat down on the bed and pulled his socks off. "Mmm… no," he whined, squeezing his eyes shut. "I'm getting a headache."
Matt left the room without a word and came back a minute later with a glass of water and an Aspirin. Mello smiled at him thankfully; he had managed to undress by now and was already lying in bed.
He swallowed the pill and finished the glass of water, handing it back to Matt. "Thanks," he said, lying down and snuggling into the covers.
"Next time you tell me where you're going, don't disappear on me like that again ok?" Matt sat down beside Mello.
Mello shook his head and closed his nlue eyes, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You're the best friend ever Matty," he whispered.
Warmth surrounded Matt's heart and he smiled, giving Mello's hand a squeeze. He stood up when he noticed Mello had already fallen asleep and switched off the light.
"Sleep well."
Thank you all for reviewing! Never thought that the first chapter would get 7 reviews! Thank you once again. Also there were some suggestions for the band name. I really like "Faded Denim" and "BLAST" but in the end I named the band "Fade." It's really simple, but I like it. So, thanks again. Until the next time :)
