Author's Note: Just warning you all, majority of this story was written after three o'clock in the morning. Don't blame me if it sounds weird. xP Thanks for all the awesome comments! You have no idea how much I love reading those. It gives me a major ego boost to see the "You have a new comment!" message in my inbox. You guys rock. I swear, the next chapter will be much more interesting. I was actually going to get to the deep, sweet part in this chapter...but it's five in the morning. That being said, enjoy Chapter 3!
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or any of its awesome characters. If I owned Death Note, things would be a hell of a lot more interesting. xD If I owned Death Note, the plot would vanish and the smut would shine. Matt and Mello forever!
Warning: Contains lots of bad stuff that kiddies shouldn't read. Language, crude humor, sex, violence, etc. You get the picture.
"Shit," Mello cursed, praying that Matt had fallen asleep or unconscious. No such luck.
"Someone…isn't…dead?" Matt began to whine, pushing backwards into the seat cushion with his full strength. "Kill…don't…Mel, don't let them kill me…"
"Shh, M, don't worry. Nobody will hurt you," Mello turned to Jay, who was driving at an alarming speed. "Jay, get M and me to a safe base. I want you to find a connection for us. We'll need to get a base outside of New York for a while. Don't ask questions. Tell the L.A. group to either provide me with a safe base in…Las Vegas, if possible, or become estranged from the New York branch of the organization. Can you do that?"
"I got it, Boss," the jumpy man answered. "Boss, I can get you to one 'a them hole-in-a-wall motel joints where you'll be pretty damn safe. I'll make the contact with the base here and send a doc your way. Will that be a-okay?"
"Fine," Mello hissed through gritted teeth. "Just don't let us be seen."
Mello looked down at Matt, who was curled into the fetal position against the seat, shivering. Finally realizing that Matt was completely naked, Mello frantically wiggled out of his jacket and threw it over the poor boy's body.
"Nghh…uh…" Matt shied away from Mello's gentle touch, trying to wiggle out from under the heavy coat. "Noooo…"
"M, it's cold. You're naked. You're lying in the back seat of a car. Keep the damn jacket on." Mello tried to keep his voice neutral, but with Matt in such bad shape, it was difficult. He sighed with relief as the redhead settled down, accepting the coat's presence as unavoidable.
"Jay, when the fuck are we going to be there?" Mello barked at the driver, who nearly crashed into a light pole.
"We're almost there, Boss. I'm hurrying. I'll pull the car to the back; I'll handle all the money shit. Just lay low until I get back."
"Right," Mello growled. "Just fucking get it done."
"Me…ll?" Matt's eyes flooded with tears as he glanced at the blonde hovering over him.
"Yeah, M?" Mello turned away from the rearview mirror to smile warmly at the trembling gamer.
"What's…I mean, how…you saved me?" Matt squinted his eyes, still disoriented.
"Yeah, Mat…M," Mello said, catching himself, "Jay, Kalvin, and I came to save you. You're safe. Are you hurting?"
"Mel," Matt gasped, frantically. His eyes bulged, then lowered in shame as a fierce blush painted his cheeks. "Mel, I was…I was…"
"I know," Mello whispered, "You were kidnapped."
"No!" Matt whimpered, tugging at Mello's hand. "I was, but that's not…I mean…I was…"
"You were?" Mello coaxed.
"R-raped." Matt buried his face in the stained seat cushion, the word barely leaving his lips at all.
A tightness gripped at Mello's chest. "So, it was true," he thought. "Christ…I was hoping that…I was really hoping that it hadn't come to that." Mello could barely contain his rage. Luckily, Jay had just whipped the car behind a sleazy hotel.
"I'll be back soon, Boss," Jay called. "You an' the hacker should be plenty safe here. I won't take long."
Mello wanted to say something, to talk to Matt, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. The two waited in silence for Jay to arrive with their room key. Mello stroked Matt's hair gently, not wanting to touch the boy's bloody, bruised skin in fear of causing more pain.
As soon as Jay returned with the room key, Mello picked Matt up and carried him up the three flights of rickety stairs to the grimy room they had rented for the night. Stepping inside, it took Mello all the willpower he had not to vomit. This place was a dump. The wallpaper looked like it hadn't been changed since the 60's, ripped and torn with crude patches over the worse parts. It had once been white, Mello assumed, but years of filth and cigarette smoke had turned it a dingy brown. Darker blotches muddled the walls near the bed. Mello had no desire to find out what had caused those. Pulling his jacket off of Matt's shoulders, he spread it out on the bed so that Matt's fragile body would not have to touch the stained, filthy bed sheets.
A knock on the door signaled Jay's return. Mello checked the peephole before unlatching the four locks on the hotel door. Jay scurried inside, lugging a large suitcase that jingled with every step.
"What the fuck is that?" Mello asked, pointing to the black canvas suitcase.
"Weapons, clothes, and a roll of bandages. Compliments of the Dollar Store across the street. Well, the weapons are ours," he winked, "but everything else I got at the store."
"Good. Get a link with the base and call my cell phone. We won't be leaving tonight. Return when you get the chance, and bring a doctor with you. M's hurt, and I don't want my hacker dying after I spent so much time getting to him."
"Understood, Boss," Jay said, giving Mello a quick bow. "I'll be goin'. See you in a while."
"Get lost," Mello said. He shoved his bangs out of his eyes and stared at the wall for a moment.
"…Boss, I bought something else at the Dollar Store. It's in the suitcase. You might need it."
"…Get lost. You've been useful to me."
"…Thank you, Boss." Jay left, tapping the door once to signal that everything outside was clear. He knew that Mello had just thanked him for a job well done. That's as close as they ever got to a proper congratulation in the mafia.
Mello latched the door securely, double-checking the locks on the windows as well. He tossed the suitcase on the wobbly table, flicking the zipper to reveal the contents. The first thing that Mello noticed was the bar of Hershey's chocolate sitting on top of everything. "That sly bastard…" Mello sighed, smiling as he peeled back the wrapping. "Dark Chocolate. Mouthgasm."
The guns were already loaded and ready, the knives all sharpened. A package of cheap, off-brand bandages were tucked neatly in a side pocket with one-dollar tubes of anti-bacterial anti-pain medication in a neat row beside them. The clothes were tacky and ugly, but Mello supposed they were more for Matt than himself. His boys knew NEVER to buy Mello anything tacky. No matter what the situation was.
Matt.
"Hey Matty," Mello cooed at the sleeping form of his troubled lover, "I'm so glad to have you back. I'm so sorry I didn't come for you any sooner. Matty, what have they done…?"
Mello slumped to the floor, leaning his head back on the wall behind him. He watched Matt's sleeping face contort into some unknown terror, as if he were reliving something horrific. Mello felt his heart squeeze in his chest. Without warning, a sob escaped his lips. He closed his eyes to keep from crying. "Matty…" he thought, "My beautiful Matty…"
"Mello…Mell…o…Mel…" Matt's frantic whispers caught Mello's attention, pulling him out of his own self-imposed torment. Mello crawled to the edge of the bed where Matt slept, still naked, and watched as the gamer thrashed about in his sleep.
Matt kept his knees drawn to his chest, pulling his wrists above his head as though they were tied with something. He thrashed about as though he were being kicked. He whimpered as though something was physically hurting him. It broke Mello's cold heart.
"Hey, Matt," he called, not daring to yell or touch the frightened gamer. "Matt! Wake up."
"Nngh…nehf…Mel…" Matt threw his head back, crying out as his imaginary beating continued.
"Matt! Wake up, damn it!" Mello reached out cautiously and shook the hacker's shoulder. "Come on, Matty. You're scaring me."
"No! Ngh…Mello! Mello!" whined Matt, grasping Mello's arm like a vice.
"Matt," Mello hissed, trying to pry the redhead's fingers away from his bruising flesh. "Matt, wake up!"
"Mrrf….ahhhh….Mel…s-save…Mel…" Matt's panic tripled as he gripped Mello harder.
"Damn it, Matt!" Mello yelled, slapping the hacker's arm with a bit too much strength. Matt's eyes flew open as he scrambled backwards, falling off the bed in the process. He continued to back up, away from Mello, until his back hit the wall. He lunged away from the wall, opting for a safe spot under the wobbly table.
"M-M-Mello? W-what?" Matt blinked a few times, squinting to make out Mello's silhouette in the dim light.
"You were having a nightmare," Mello said soothingly, although he was gritting his teeth in frustration. "You wouldn't wake up. You were calling my name."
"Oh," Matt said plainly. He relaxed slightly, but remained under the table. "Was I? Did I…do anything else?"
"No, nothing else. Except for pretending that your wrists were bound. And thrashing around like you were dying. What were you dreaming of, Matty?" Mello sat down on the stained bed sheets, motioning for Matt to join him.
"N-no…" Matt whispered. "I'd…I feel safe under here. Can…can I stay here for a little while? Until I feel better." Matt eyed the blonde nervously.
"All right," Mello agreed begrudgingly, "but can you come out for just a second? Jay brought some clothes for you. Although, I should probably wait until the doctor gets here."
"D-doctor?" Matt's eyes widened. "No! I don't want a Doctor, Mello, please! No way, no doctor. Oh God, Mello, for God's sake. Please don't let the doctor come." Matt clutched at the table's leg as though he were a drowning man with a life preserver.
"Matt, the doctor has to patch you up and make sure that nothing is broken. He won't hurt you." Mello patiently explained, crossing the room to crouch next to the wobbly table. "He'll be gone before you know it. It's just going to be you and me once he leaves. I'll protect you. Nothing bad is going to happen. I promise."
"You…promise?" Matt's knuckle found its way into the hacker's mouth.
"I promise. Look, I've got enough weapons to take on the U. S. Army. If he does anything to you, I'll shoot him."
"I, uh, I…I mean…I trust you, Mel."
"Good," Mello said, "Because I just heard a knock on the door. It sounds like the doctor is here."