WARNING: This chapter is rated M for mature. And a note to people who aren't Yaoi (boyXboy) fans, I'd hit the back button right now. Believe me it will take up less time and energy then anything else.

Chapter Three

The twosome reached the small house that served as Matt's hide out. It was near the outskirts of Tokyo city. It was a simple two story box house. The outside was painted red, but the paint was pealing from years of weather wear. Matt rolled his bike into the two and half car garage; there were many other bikes inside. "There's a bathroom on the second floor, first door to the left, if you want to attend to your wounds." Matt sounded still rather depressed. He started to work on the bike that he had brought in, he was planning to take them both apart and sell some of the parts, while keeping some of the harder to find parts as spares.

Mello rolled the bike into an empty space in the garage. He had heard the explosion as they drove away from the accident site. Putting two and two together wasn't hard, and Mello knew the loss Matt probably felt over one of his favorite bikes. Instead of staying along side Matt, Mello figured he needed some time alone. Wondering up some stairs to a door, Mello ventured inside the house.

Matt watched Mello leave out of the corner of his eye. He stood and sighed, leaning against the bike. Rubbing his eyes he pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket. Taking out on and lighting it he took a long drag of the cancer stick. Letting the smoke out with another sigh, he looked around the garage. He only had five really good bikes left, he'd have to either build more or buy them. Neither was an appealing choice at the moment. He had to run too much, probably more then Mello. He had killed too many people that he shouldn't have and too many people were now out for his life, not to mention Kira probably wanted to get his hands on him as well.

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None of the lights were on and the house was in almost a sickening state of clean. Taking the path Matt had suggested Mello soon found the bathroom. Flipping the switch, Mello was disgusted with his image in the mirror and light flooded the small room. Months earlier he had sustained a gross burn to his left side. Having no sleeves to stop road burn during the crash, Mello had deep red cuts and burns over his already marred skin. "Uhh..." Touching the sticky, bruised mess, Mello looked for some bandages to clean and cover it.

After a while Mello managed to find bandages, getting them on was another story. With one good arm, he attempted to tightly wrap and clean his arm. "Fuck!" Mello was getting frustrated. When it came to wounds over his already marred skin, he was a baby. The spot would never look the same. Picking up more gauze, Mello started back at trying to tend to his arm. The house was getting cold, and Mello had a far off thought that he would need a different shirt.

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Matt took another drag on his cigarette, then put it out and walked into the house. He walked over to the couch in the living room and sat down, wincing as his back cracked a bit. He was defiantly going to be sore in the morning if nothing else.

Matt looked up at the ceiling, when he heard Mello swear. He got up and went upstairs. He figured that Mello might have trouble with the bandages. He appeared at the bathroom door a few seconds later. He watched the blonde struggle with the white gauze, and then sighed. "You need help." It was a more of a statement then a question. He took the gauze from the blonde's hand and started to bandage his arm correctly.

Mello jumped at the sound of Matt's voice, glaring at him. When Matt started to bandage his arm however, Mello gave up all resistance and just let him do it. It stung a little, but Mello was determined not to make any sounds. Where was Matt hurt? How was it that he seemed like nothing had even happened? Mello looked Matt up and down, checking for any obvious wounds that my plague him at the moment.

Matt finished with bandaging Mello's arm. He stood straight, wincing as his back popped oddly. Other then that he gave no sign of being hurt. This was probably pissing Mello off, the fact that he looked unscathed by the crash. "I'm sorry...I didn't want to get you mixed up in that..." His voice sounded oddly raspy, it got that way when he smoked, he didn't smoke often, because Mello didn't like it and he was around the blonde so much.

Mello saw Matt wince as he moved around. That alone was enough to tell Mello that he was playing the 'tough guy' roll and acting like he wasn't hurt. Placing a hand on Matt's cheek, Mello leaned up, kissing him. It was a light kiss, meant to tell him that everything was ok, and he wasn't extremely pissed. The lingering taste of Matt's cigarette plagued Mello's lips as he pulled away. "You know I don't like it when you smoke that shit. It makes you taste bad." Mello licked his lips, as if trying to get Matt's taste, and the cigarette to separate.

Matt lifted an eyebrow. That wasn't the original reason the blonde had gave, but he liked this one better. "Yeah...well, it keeps me calm...you've got me to cut down to less then one a day." He used to smoke almost whole packs a day before he met Mello.

Mello flexed his arm, checking it in the mirror. The bandages were well tied, and would last awhile. Inspecting the cuts on his face, he decided that those would probably heal right on their own. The only problem would be that they looked bad. Mello had prided himself on his appearance, even if he didn't talk about it. His thin figure and well toned body were his pride in his over all look, what were a few maiming scares? "Now if only I could get you to ride a safer vehicle."

Matt chuckled good naturedly. "Cars aren't fast enough for me. I can't get away from assassins or catch my mark in a car, I've tried. They're just not as good as a bike." He crossed his arm leaning back on the counter. "Besides you can't control every aspect of my life, you've made me give up drinking already, haven't you? Let me keep my bikes, Mello." He sounded a little annoyed. It was the first time that he had seemed to dislike the control that Mello held over him.

Mello paid him no mind as he inspected his reflection. It wasn't that he was trying to control him; he just didn't want Matt to hurt or kill himself. Mello would never admit that to him though. Standing up straight, Mello finally looked at Matt. "This place is cold; do you have anything else to wear?" Mello gestured to his clothes, slightly torn with little coverage. No wonder Matt was always dressed like it was fecking winter; this place had a monster of an air conditioning! "I could find it myself, but if you're trying to hide anything in here, I'll find it."

Matt rolled his eyes. "Just your birthday presents for the next sixty years." He beckoned Mello to follow him. He walked down the hall and entered a door on the right; it was the second to the last door. He walked over to a closet and pulled out a black long-sleeved shirt that looked like something Mello might have worn. He pulled out a pair of black leather pants as well, noticing that Mello's were torn up pretty badly. He handed the clothes to the chocoholic, "Will this be good enough, cause I have sweat shirts in my room that you could wear, though they might be a bit big on you, they're mine." Matt was lithe for a man but he was nearly as skinny as Mello. Plus most of his clothes here were a bit too big for him.

Mello took the clothes, setting them on a table and undoing the front of his shirt. The small vest proved more difficult to get over the bandages then Mello had thought it would be. Finally detaching it from his body, he folded it and added it to the pile. Next came his torn pants. Flicking the button to the fly open, and pulling his gun out of the back of his pants, Mello looked up at Matt. "I don't have anything on under this, I need you to leave." He said in a rather unflinching voice. Mello wasn't ashamed to take his clothes off; he just wasn't sure how comfortable Matt was with it.

Matt had followed Mello with his eyes as the blonde walked over to the bed, finding himself drifting off while watching younger male. He was brought back to earth when Mello spoke. Matt blinked, "R-right." He shook his head, what was he doing? Did expect Mello to strip in front of him? He had to be going crazy or his IQ was dropping. His face reddened a bit as he moved to leave the room.

Mello didn't wait for Matt to leave before removing his pants. Mello inwardly smirked, holding the shirt up to his body. It smelled just like Matt. He could hear the door being reopened. Slipping the shirt on over his head, Mello found it a few sizes to large. The bottom hung down like a whorish dress, while the sleeves seemed to have stretched beyond humans limits over the years. He was completely covered, but part of him couldn't help but tease Matt. "Look at this thing, its huge." He hoped the tone in his voice was torturing Matt.

Matt froze at the door. It was taking to much restrain not to turn around. His face was a light pink. "I've had it for a while...sorry it's so stretched out, at least its warm."

Mello sauntered over to Matt, not caring about his lack of clothes. "Do you have another shirt? This one might not be enough..." Mello was close behind Matt, who just wouldn't turn around. The neck of the shirt Mello wore was falling over one shoulder, giving him the appearance of just waking up and throwing his lovers clothes on.

Matt swallowed hard; he could feel how close Mello was to him. He knew that the blonde was teasing him. "I could get you one of my sweatshirts or..." He let the sentence hanging seeing what Mello would turn it into, trying to see if his brain was moving along the same lines as Mello's.

Mello smirked, "…Or what Matt?" He couldn't resist. Closing the distance between the two, Mello wrapped his arms around Matt gently. He was worried he would hurt Matt seeing as he was still unsure about where Matt was injured.

Matt smirked and turned in Mello's embrace. The rational part of his brain was screaming at him not to do anything stupid. His back was injured, if he went too far he'd be paralyzed by sex, quite literally. He whispered in Mello's ear, "Or I could keep you warm..."

Mello felt like he had won. Matt was slightly taller then him, so Mello leaned up to kiss Matt's neck. "Mmm, I like that idea more." Mello leaned in closer, pressing against Matt.

Matt smiled and wrapped his arms around Mello's waist. "Do you..." He put two fingers under Mello's chin and lifted his head up, pressing his lips against the blonde's. He broke the kiss after a moment. "I thought you might." He kissed Mello again, this time a little more forcefully, running his tongue along the male's lower lips silently asking permission to enter the blonde's mouth.

Mello moaned, letting Matt enter his mouth. The new sensations were amazing. The feel of Matt so close was almost too much to handle. Mello clung to the man, letting him dominate him for a small while. Mello knew that eventually he would take charge, but for now he would let Matt enjoy the dominance.

He was actually slightly surprised that Mello was allowing him to have the dominance in this act, but he decided to not think about it. He focused on the kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of Mello's mouth. He took his time as if he was trying to commit everything to memory, the taste and feel of Mello's mouth, while listening to the soft incoherent moans escaping from the younger male's lungs. Matt laced the fingers of his left hand into Mello's golden tresses, his other hand positioned on the small of the chocoholic's back, pressing their bodies firmly together.

Mello felt Matt wrap him up tight in his arms. He could feel Matt's hand pressing firmly on his lower back, almost pulling him up. In one swift movement, Matt picked him up and Mello wrapped his legs around the man. Mello's hands in turn moved into Matt's hair, discarding his goggles on to the floor. "Mmm...Matt...bed." Mello mumbled out between kisses.

A/N: Sorry guys, doesn't allow Lemons, I have more to this chapter. (Meaning yes there is a lemon) If you want it you can go my deviant art (www(dot)hirakonomidamino(dot)deviantart(dot)com) or e-mail me and I will send it to you. Happy reading