Backstage
Pairings: Matt/Mello, L/Light, Misa/Light, others
Warnings: AU, yaoi, language
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Chapter 4: Club Pulse
"Bye Near! Don't wait up!" Matt called as he walked out the door, car keys in hand.
"Bye." Near said back.
Smirking, the redhead walked the few blocks to the parking lot, sat in his car, and drove towards the Sunset Strip.
"Yo, B, we leaving?" Mello asked, putting on a final swipe of black eyeliner.
"Sorry, Mello, you're gonna have to go alone." B said.
"What?" Mello asked, annoyed.
"I have a meeting, with an employee." B smirked. "Don't worry your pretty little head off, I got you a ride, your on the VIP list, and the bartender knows who to call if you get shit drunk."
"Thanks for caring." Mello muttered sarcastically.
"No problem now. Don't go too crazy, Mello!"
"Suck a big one."
"You too!"
"If you weren't my best friend, I would seriously fuck up your face, asshole."
"Ok then...you better get going, it's 9 already!"
"Bye."
"Bye!"
Mello sighed, stepping outside, getting into the black Ashton Marton B lent him.
"Mail Jeevas." Matt told the bouncer, holding out his (fake) ID
"On the list. You can go in." The bouncer told him, Matt smiling at him as he walked inside the club. Music blared from the speakers, bodies moved and grinded on the dance floor, people lined the bars on both floors.
"No wonder they call it Club Pulse." Matt laughed, walking over to the bar. "Hey, a Manhattan, please."
"Coming right up!" The bartender said cheerfully combining the alcohols. "There you go, your Manhattan, sir."
"Thanks!" Matt smiled, handing him the money and a tip, before sitting down, sipping his cocktail and observing the crowds, bored.
"Mello." The blonde simply said at the entrance, a smirk on his face. People in the line stared at the famous singer, taking pictures and screaming.
"Yo." He simply said, winking, before strutting into the club, smirk on his face.
"Mello!" called someone, throwing an arm around the blonde's shoulders.
"Hey Rod." Mello said, looking up at the big, bulky man. "I didn't know the Mafia ran this place. I thought it was B's."
"It's B's. The Mafia doesn't run these kinds of clubs. The more crazy ones are ours. Here, come sit with us."
"Kay." Mello said, walking over to the rest of the Mafia.
"Long time no see, Mells." Some people called. Mello waved, and sat down.
"Where's the bar?" he asked, Rod pointing him across the room. "Thanks, man." Standing up, Mello made his way across the floor, straddling an empty stool.
"One Bloody Aztec." he ordered.
Dark blue eyes widened as Matt recognized the voice beside him.
"Mello?" he asked, turning towards the blonde.
"Hey, Matt! What the hell are you doing here?"
"Clubbing, duh." Matt laughed, signalling the bartender for another cocktail. "Tequila Slammer, please, with 7-Up."
"Alrightie. And for you?" the bartender asked Mello.
"Brandy Alexander."
"Coming up."
"You always drink stuff with chocolate, eh?" Matt asked laughing.
"Not always, idiot. But mostly." Mello stuck his tongue out at the gamer. "Are you even old enough to be here?"
"I can ask you the same thing, Mello."
"Seriously, though."
"Tell you later." the redhead whispered as the bartender approached.
"One Tequila Slammer and one Brandy Alexander."
"Thanks." Matt said, putting money on the counter for both drinks.
"You do know that I get these drinks free, right?" Mello asked, wincing as teh alcohol burned his throat.
"I'm not a celebrity, how am I s'posed to know this stuff?' Matt laughed.
"My friend, B, he owns this place. Many others too."
"Lucky, dude! It took me WEEKS to get on the list!" Matt sighed.
"It took me 3 minutes."
"Don't rub it in my face."
"Fine. C'mon, let's go."
"Where?"
"I know people here, I'll introduce you."
"To who?"
"You'll see." Grabbing the red-head's wrist, Mello led him across the bar to the private rooms.
"Yo, Ross, Jose, everyone, meet Matt."
"Umm, hi." Matt said shyly.
"Yo." Rod called, motioning for both boys to sit down.
"Can you keep a secret, Matty?" Mello asked, a smirk on his face.
"Y-yeah, of course!" Matt said, smiling.
"These guys here are the Mafia. I used to be with them, you see."
"Whoa. I won't tell a soul, swear!"
"Good. Now, answer my question, the one I asked earlier."
"No, I'm only 19. Legal in Canada, not legal in the US."
"Heh, only a year younger than me."
"Not legal too, I see. Then how can you go clubbing, if you're famous and everyone knows your age."
"Everyone thinks I'm 23, Matty. That's my age everywhere. It's amazing what you can get done with money and connections." Mello pointed to the Mafia members, who were busy drinking, talking or gambling. Or all three.
"Awesome."
"I know. Wanna dance?"
"Sure." Matt and Mello stood up, making their way to the dance floor.
"Chief Yagami, we figured out who called in a death threat to Mello Keehl's house." Aizawa told the chief.
"Thank you, Aizawa." Sochiro said, sighing. "Who?"
"B Lawliet, the owner of the nightclubs in bars all over Los Angeles." Aizawa said. "He is also the main suspect of the murder of the 16 year old girl found earlier this week."
"Where is he now?"
"I got Mogi and Ide trailing him. He's in the Crooked Cocktails bar."
"Arrest him, then!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Ah, A." B mumbled, black eyes hungrily looking at the brunette. They were outside the Crooked Cocktails bar.
"W-what is it, B?" A asked, embarrassed and afraid.
"You seem so, how shall I put this, stressed lately. What's going on?" B smirked, his voice frightening.
"N-nothing." A whispered, hazel eyes large.
"Don't lie. You seem depressed."
"No! I'm not!"
"I said don't lie!" B grabbed A by his neck, pushing him against a wall. "My, my, A, how miserable you look. Would you like me to put you out of your misery?"
"I'm not! HELP! HELP ME!" screamed A, struggling.
"You asked for it, you little shit!" B slapped A's cheek, the younger male collapsing slightly.
"HELP!" he screamed again, B kicking him painfully in the stomach.
"I was going to drug you first, but you know what, since you're pissing me off this much, I'm gonna make you hurt, A." B pulled out a knife, stabbing the weapon into A's thigh.
"FREEZE B LAWLIET, THIS IS THE L.A POLICE FORCE!" a loud voice, Sochiro Yagami, yelled out from the police car.
"Fuck." B said, throwing A down as he ran, ran down the alley, escaping onto a nearby street.
"You know how to dance, Matty?" Mello asked.
"Not really." Matt admitted.
"Just move your hips like that, feel the music now. Yeah, like that." Mello laughed, throwing his hands in the air, shaking his hips, and waving his arms around wildly. Matt laughed, moving his hips slightly, moving his shoulders along.
"You dork! Like this!" Mello said, grabbing his shoulders, winding his arms around Matt's neck.
"M-Mells, what are you doing?" Matt stuttered, his cheeks red from Mello's closeness.
"Mel?" Matt whispered, his eyes staring straight into Mello's ice blue ones.
"Hold on a sec." the blonde muttered, reaching into his pocket to pull out his iPhone.
"Mello here." He barked into the phone.
"Mr. Keehl, this is Chief Yagami of the L.A Police Force. We have found who threatened you."
"Who?"
"I believe you are friends with the man. B Lawliet."
"What, B? No way!"
"Yes, he is wanted for 5 counts of murder, 3 counts of death threats, and illegal drug and gun possession. If you see him, he is armed and dangerous. You should keep away from him as best as you can."
"WHAT THE FUCK?" Mello yelled, grabbing Matt's wrist to lead him towards the private rooms.
"Mr. Keehl, please co-operate with the investigation." Sochiro sighed. The celebrities were always bitchy as hell.
"Fine, fine. Jesus Christ." Mello sighed. "I gotta go then. Call me when you arrest B." Hanging up, he looked at Matt.
"What happened?" Matt asked, worried
"B is wanted for a shitload of crimes and I have no where to stay." Mello sighed again.
"Why can't you go back to your place?"
"In case of some crap. The police are checking it over for bombs and shit."
"Oh. You can stay with Near and me!" Matt smiled.
"You have room?" Mello asked doubtfully.
"Yup." Matt looked over at Mello. "C'mon, let's dance again."
"Sure, sure."
"Some dudes know all the right things to say.
When it comes down to it, it's all just game.
Instead of talking let me demonstrate. Yeah.
Get down to business and skip foreplay.
Just leave with me now. Say the word and we'll go.
I'll be your teacher. I'll show you the ropes.
You'll see a side of love you've never known.
I can see it going down, going down." Matt and Mello sang along, moving their bodies rhythmically to the beat.
"You know, Mel, I think I'm starting to like you." Matt laughed as they both made their way to the bar after a few songs.
"I already like you, Matty." Mello laughed, leaning closer.
"Really? Two Black Velvets." Matt ordered. The bartender nodded, and walked away to mix their drinks.
"Yeah, Matty." Mello giggled.
"C'mon, we better get going, 'cause it's already 1am." Matt said an hour later.
"Yeah." Mello agreed, both walking away, slightly drunk. "Bouncer, can I get a drive?" he asked.
"What about my car?" Matt asked.
"Can you drive my friend's car back to his place?" Mello inquired, politely slipping a twenty to the bouncer.
"We'll get a valet on that." the bouncer nodded, signaling a man to drive the red car.
"Hop in." he said, getting into the front seat.
"Okie." Matt laughed, sitting in the back seat with Mello. He gave the valet directions, and soon enough they were at the apartment complex.
"Thanks!" Mello and Matt said together, Mello slipping the driver a fifty.
"This way." Matt pointed to the elevator, pressing the right button.
"Welcome to my apartment. You can sleep in my room, I'll take the couch." the redhead said, pointing towards his room.
"No way. I'm the guest. Besides, you have a bed big enough for two. I take this side, you take that side." Mello commanded.
"Alrighty."
"Where's the bathroom?"
"Over there. I have a spare toothbrush just in case, and if you need clothes, I have some clean ones you can borrow."
"Thanks, Matty."
"No problem, Mel." They both smiled, brushing their teeth and taking turns in the shower, making sure to be quiet so they wouldn't wake Near.
"I feel like a kid." Matt laughed, sliding into the bed.
"Same." Mello laughed too as they both looked at each other. The bed was big enough for two, but they didn't have much personal space.
"G'night, Mel."
"Night, Matt."
Ok, there we have it, fourth chapter of Backstage!
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