I really want to thank everyone for the amazing reviews

I really want to thank everyone for the amazing reviews. I never expected to get so many and I never thought anyone would even like it! Thank you so much, they really mean a lot to me as I like to know if other people enjoy the same twisted characters as I do :P

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"Mello", Matt says with a little laugh. I am scrambling through a drawer, searching for a disk. When I find it I rip it out of its case and run, full speed towards to computer. I press the button on the drive furiously and groan when it does not open fast enough. I shove the disk into the slot and shove the drive closed, not even waiting to bother with the button. The mistreatment of Matt's computer causes him to stop seeing any amusement in the situation. "Mello! Slow down!" he gasps in horror. Silly boy really! I think. He cares way too much about computers and not enough about winning. The keyboard bangs and clashes against the surface of the desk as I punch the keys with nimble fingers much harder than necessary. I have to move fast. I wasted time last night; going to a bar! What was I thinking? Data uploads onto the screen and my eyes scan it at record pace and then I am jumping up and running to search for the next disk. Papers scatter across the room as I rummage desperately through the drawer.

"Disk 3! Aha!" I yell in triumph before turning to shove this new disk into the computer. I am almost panting with the effort. I have been at this for three hours now. I woke up especially early today. I need to move faster, I need to push myself further. Most of all, I need to beat Near.

"Mello! Slow the fuck down, really! You are gonna break my disks!" Matt stands up and tries to pry the disk off me. He lets out a surprised gasp as I shove him to the side and he lets himself fall to the sofa. "You little bitch! That hurt!" he yells outraged but I barely register what he is saying. My blood is pumping and my mind is working; the clogs turning at a phenomenal pace. CD-Rom. Data. Eject. CD-Rom. Data. Eject. The pattern continues. I don't apologise to Matt. I don't think of Matt. Hell, I don't see Matt. All that I see is data, facts and somewhere – somewhere! - must be the solution. Matt speaks again and his voice has softened and is cautious; like he is talking to a psychopath or a child. "Mello, babe, you need to slow down, you are gonna break something and then wont get anywhere," Matt explains gently once more trying to get out of his seat. I turn to face him this time and he looks worried. My eyes have misted over, clouded with a passion that has been deep inside me this whole time. The same passion that has caused me to join the mafia, to burn half my face off and to murder. The passion to beat Near.

"The answer is here somewhere. You are good with computers Matt, you tell me, go on. You like me better than Near. You tell me the answer. Come on Matt, for me!" I say, fixated and Matt's eyes widen in confusion and he lifts up his eyebrows. He leans towards me slowly.

"Mello calm down," he says but his voice sounds distorted. I am not paying attention to him. My mind is betraying me and pulling me back to a memory:

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It's finally the day. Finally. I have waited so long for this. I need to find out my results, I need to find out if this year I have come top of the class. This year, have I beaten Near? I'm feeling confident. I studied for months for this. As soon as I woke up in the morning I would hit the books and I would still be studying by the time it was lights out. Matt helped me of course. Even Matt told me I knew everything and that I would do excellently. I must beat Near this year. Yes, I will beat Near! I grin wildly as Roger comes to the front with the piece of paper. Matt notices my grin and looks worried. Why is he worried? I am good enough! I know I will beat Near. He should believe in me. The marks are being read now. I wait, my grin growing wider, almost manic.

"Matt: 145," Roger says and I give Matt a thumbs up.

"Mello: 157" Roger continues. My hands are shaking and my grin widens further. That is the highest mark so far! The highest I have ever gotten. A few more names pass.

"Near: 159, well done, top of the class!" Roger congratulates and my eyes widen in panic. This must be a dream! I lost? I lost again? I worked so hard! So fucking hard! Matt is glancing at me oddly. He finds my obsession with winning petty. He doesn't get it. No one fucking gets it! I've lost again.

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"MELLO!" Matt yells and slaps me hard on the cheek. The sound of his palm hitting my skin echoes around the apartment. I am brought back from my memory and I stare at him in shock. He never hits me. Matt is never violent; I am the violent one. "Now listen to me Mello, you have to slow down, listen to me..." he is ordering but in a kind tone. My eyes still are wide in shock. He leans in to kiss my stinging cheek better and his lips do seem to soothe the burn. "What's wrong?" he asks although I get the impression he knows what is wrong.

"I'm not working hard enough…Near's gonna win. Oh fuck! Near's gonna win!" I grumble and slam my fists again the floor in a tantrum. Then the worst thing possible happens. The worst thing I could ever think of. Matt doesn't deny it.

"Mello, you're amazing. Managed to get further on this case than most people could ever dream of getting! So what if Near wins?" he asks gently rubbing my arms. I look straight into his eyes.

"You think he's gonna win," I gasp. "Well fuck it Matt! I might as well give up now if even you aren't on my side!" I pull away from his grasp.

"No! No Mello, I didn't mean that!" Matt says desperately. "Where are you going?!" he asks desperately as I stand up.

"I'm gonna go to bed. I don't want to work anymore. I'll let Near win," I say dramatically and open my door. I then ask something that I have never asked before. "Come lie with me please?" Matt is always the one to initiate and intimacy. I mean, yeah I would initiate sex if I was horny but never something like this. Matt's mouth is open in disbelief.

"Mello, come on, carry on with the disks, we need to carry on with the case!" he says. I shake my head and hold my hand to him waiting for him to take it and lie with me. He doesn't. "Well if you aren't doing the case, then I am!" he says indignantly, ignores my offered hand and sits at the computer, continuing the task I abandoned. I slam the door shut in frustration, shove my face into my pillow and sob like a child.

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I open my eyes at look at the green numbers on the digital clock. 3:03 am. I must have fallen asleep. My eyes are sore from crying and I let out an angry sigh. Crying; so weak! Then Matt's words and refusal enter my mind again and my eyes well up with tears again. I get up quickly, rub my eyes furiously and sniff, getting myself together. I need to go yell at Matt. I open my door and turn to head towards Matt's room but am stopped in my tracks. Matt is still awake, still typing at the computer.

"Why the fuck are you still doing that?! I told you I quit the case!" I spit angrily at him. He doesn't turn to face me or show any sign of shock, he must have heard me open the door.

"I'm not letting you do that Mello," he replies calmly, without taking his eyes off the screen. The blue-green light from the computer gives Matt an ethereal glow.

"And why the fuck not? I think earlier you were the one saying that Near would win!" I say dramatically. I am putting words in his mouth but I don't care. I am fucking pissed.

"I never said that Mello. I know you. Whatever you put your heart to, you can achieve. That's why I am not letting you do something as dumb as quitting the case," he replies, still as calm and collected as ever. I stride over to him and spin his chair around so he has to face me. Face my fury.

"Well clearly I'm not going to win! I know fucking nothing! I'm fucking losing!" I yell into his face, my hands on each arm rest, trapping him in the chair. This is the first time he shows emotion. He smiles.

"Well…actually…you know everything Near knows," he says calmly, his smile widening. I pause and look at him confused.

"Care to explain?" I say sarcastically. He simply gestures towards to computer screen and I turn my attention to that. There are two videos of high tech rooms on the screen. At the edge in another window was someone's email account. "What the…" I whisper to myself.

"The two videos are of the SPK headquarters. I could only get two cameras in there because they are cautious fuckers. The email is Near's account. He saves himself memos in it. This hack wasn't easy to get I will tell you and I had to pay some professional bugger a hell of a lot to get the camera inside the building," he continues and something flutters in my stomach uncontrollably.

"All of this? Tonight?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Yep. You're smarter than you think; in all of the data you had collected on Near…" he points to the many disks I had been observing earlier. "…was one of his passwords. It was just to a shitty account but from that it was easy to get the other passwords and hack him," Matt explains. A flash of annoyance runs through my veins as I realise Matt managed to spot the password whilst I hadn't but it quickly subsides. Near and I were evened out now. He may have had all that fancy equipment that being L's successor gets you but now I knew his secrets! We were even! I smile wildly and Matt's eyes light up at the sight of it.

"Thank you," I say sincerely before pressing our lips together gently. His respond eagerly. "Thank you," I mumble pecking the side of his mouth, carefully avoiding letting our lips properly touch. "Thank you," I whisper finally and allow our lips to join together gently. The kiss is gentle and sweet and Matt groans at the feel of my tongue swiping over his bottom lip, asking for – but not demanding – entrance. He happily obliges and I gently search his warm, sweet cavern of a mouth with my tongue. He tastes…wonderful. My hands come up to tangle in his hair and m thumbs brush his cheeks.

"Mello," Matt sighs contentedly as my lips trail from his lips to press gently kisses to his cheek bones, nose and eyelids.

"Mail, I want you," I whisper. It isn't so much a statement as a question. I'm trying to thank him silently through my actions. Hoping, praying he gets the message. He nods ever so slightly, his hands shake and his eyes are wide as he brings his arms up to wrap around my neck as I hoist him up from his seat. His long, thin limbs wrap around me as I carry him slowly to my room. Our lips are connected the whole way, nipping, licking, sucking at each others. Our tongues entwine again and I let out a groan and lower him onto the messy white bed sheets. I stand at the foot of the bed between and look over him. I lean forward onto one hand, pecking him on the lips and letting my long blonde hair fall forwards like a curtain around my face. Matt brushes my hair out of my face and buries his face into my neck, his hot, moist breath on my sensitive flesh, coming out in small ragged pants. My left hand trails down his chest to grab the hem of his striped shirt. I tug it up over his head and then marvel at the naked skin laid in front of me. My hands trace from his neck down his pectorals, cold palms brushing over his nipples and then further down, tracing the lines of his hips. His chest is heaving, rising and falling as he watches me in anticipation. My eyes flick up to meet his (he has removed his goggles by now).

"Mel…" he whines and tugs at my leather vest but I still his hands.

"Wait…" I tell him, again not ordering but asking. He complies. My lips trail the path my hands previously took over his torso. My tongue lashes out so the tip flicks at his left nipple, earning an erotic hiss from Matt. I continue to swirl my tongue around the hardened nub teasingly before drawing it into my mouth. Matt moans almost silently, the voice caught deep within his throat and the sound sends a throb to my arousal - a rush of blood leaving my brain to harden me further. I have never been so turned on without being touched before. The room feels hot, sweltering even as I finally comply to Matt's tugging, desperate hands and unzip my leather vest, peeling it from my body and leaving us both topless. I hover over him, hands either side of his head holding me up as I lean down to kiss him again. This kiss is much more desperate, less gently but still needy and sweet. Tongues rub smoothly over each other, hot flesh against hot flesh. Our lips part with a wet sound and cold air hits my wet lips, chilling them. I lower myself onto Matt hips against hips, chest against chest and leather encased erection against denim encased erection. Luckily Matt had removed his gloves earlier whilst on the computer so when he grasps my shoulder blades, hanging onto me, I can feel his soft palms against me. The feel of his skin against mine makes me groan and instinctively thrust my hips into his. He whimpers from the contact and arches his back, rubbing his erection into mine and feeling electricity fly through our bodies. Our lips meet again in frenzy as we continue to speed up our thrusts. Matt's tongue devours my mouth hungrily as if my taste was oxygen and he was desperate to breathe. As if I was his life source. He grasps my shoulder blades tighter and kneads the flesh of my back as hand sneaks between us slowly, worming its way until it arrives at the crotch of his jeans. I rub gently over his clothed erection as he presses up into my hand. I loosely outline the shape of his erection and he moans again in satisfaction. Suddenly, he becomes desperate, and his hands trail up and down my back is encouragement. I pull his jeans from his lithe form and then his boxers. As cold air surrounds his manhood he whimpers and that needy noise causes me, in turn, to whimper.

"W…What would you like me to do?" I ask nervously and my voice is hoarse from lust. I am usually so dominant and confident during sex but right now I want to please him. Want to thank him. His eyes barely flicker open before closing again.

"Suck me…" he begs without shame. My lips kiss his neck, sucking gently before I trail my tongue down the centre of his chest, down his stomach, dipping into his navel – earning a gasp – and then to his erection. I lick from the base to the tip slowly and Matt whines in frustration and pleasure. I decide that I better not keep him waiting and longer. My tongue laps at the head, tasting the pre-cum gathered there before I take him into my mouth. Immediately my tongue, lips and teeth start into action. Suckling at the head first, hollowing my cheeks before relaxing my throat to take more of him. Consume more of Matt. His moans and breathing becomes so load and erratic that my erection throbs in desire. My right hand wanders down to my crotch to rub myself through tight, sticky, leather trousers. My other hand trails up his chest, pinching his nipple lightly before cupping his face. His hand guides my fingertips into his mouth and the wet heat surrounding them makes me groan around his shaft.

"Mmm," I moan and the vibration sends Matt into spasms.

"Oh…fuck! Mel, stop...fuck!" he moans and I pull away to stare at his flushed face and the wanton in his eyes. It's time. He sucks harder on my fingers, letting his saliva coat them and then I bring them down to his entrance. One finger eases in slightly, my other hand pumping at his erection to keep him relaxed. Usually when Matt and I fuck, I barely prepare him so I know he is ready to take the next finger quickly. When I ease it in he groans in approval but I can tell from his wince that he is in slight pain. He always seems so tight despite the amount of times we have done this. His hands tangle into my hair and yank me up so my lips meet his whilst I pump my fingers inside him. I add the third and quickly twist my fingers around to find that bundle of nerves that drive him wild.

"Fuck! Oh fuck!" he moans so loudly and I smirk at my accomplishment. I continue to rub against that spot at the same speed I am kissing him, ripping whimpers, moans and groans from deep within his throat. "Mello…" he whines and suddenly I need to be inside him. I have ignored my erection for so long it is painful. I rip my leather trousers off and grab a bottle of lubrication from the bedside table. I squeeze some onto my burning erection and his as the cold liquid makes contact. I lift his thighs up and he wraps his legs instinctively around my waist and his hands claw at my back. I press into him slowly and feel him tense up then relax. I hiss as his tightness encases me, setting my on fire. It feels so good. I try to hold back but Matt is arching up against me, encouraging me to move. I pull out of him until only the tip remains inside and then sink back into the inviting warmth. I grunt at the sensation and Matt gasps in approval. His pupils are dilated and his mouth slack in ecstasy. The sight is so beautiful I almost come right then. I crash my lips to his; sucking at his neck as his hands rub my biceps and my back. I continuously thrust inside him as I feel orgasm draw nearer and nearer. Tingles shooting up my spine and back down to my groin. I rub my thumb over Matt's weeping head before pumping his erection. He cries out in pleasure and tightens around me. Three more pumps and he flies over the edge. Screaming my name and clamping so tight around me that my orgasm is ripped out of me. I continue to stroke him as his body spasms till the end. Long groans tumble from my lips as I force myself to keep my eyes open and watch his face in bliss. When the aftershocks of our orgasms start to wear off, I collapse on top of him and bury my face into his sweaty neck. For ten minutes or so, we lie in comfortable silence, our breathing the only sound in the room.

"Thank you," I whisper when I manage to get my breath back.

"You're welcome," he replies so quietly I can almost not hear him. I want to thank him more, not just for what he has done today but for what he has done for months – no, years. He always has believed in me, watched out for me, cared for me. I want to somehow give something back but I am scared. Terrified. Terrified of what? I don't know.

"Mel?" he asks gently, he obviously can sense my fear.

"You should be number one you know. Not me or Near; you. You do it with so much ease; you really don't know how great you are, do you?" I reply. I am not speaking the truth and he knows this. It is true that Matt does everything with such ease but as I said before, he does not have the passion to be number one. He doesn't have the motivation. Yet I know Matt and he knows me. He knows that for me to say something like that…it means I care. It means I want to make him happy. I would never usually admit someone is better than me. He smiles and reveals his pearly teeth. God, I love those teeth. Tears well up in his eyes but he manages to hold them back.

"You don't mean that...but thank you," he replies happily and pecks me on the lips. I let him fall asleep in my arms. In the morning he wakes up expecting me to be gone. His eyes open to meet mine staring into his. His eyes widen and then he recognises that my arms are wrapped protectively around him. He smiles and I fucking hate to sound corny but… that smile could sink a thousand ships.

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Woohoo! A long chapter and one I am quite proud of! What did you all think? Nice enough for you? Please review!!