Burgundy eight
"ah, M-mihael!" the red headed gamer moaned feeling his orgasm come to climax all over the bed. Matt buried his face in the sheets as mello thrusted in from behind and came a few minutes later with a satisfied grunt.
This was their fifth round since they moved into the crappy apartment a few days ago and it seemed that the rickety washer and dryer that made loud whining noises was a well used asset after times like these. Thank gods for linen scented bleach. Both men collapsed onto the bed only feeling vaguely fatigued and only wanting to simply hold each other afterwards as usual. These had been the happiest days of matt's life and neither one of them wanted to hear the words comming out of mello's mouth that had been delayed those precious few days they had spent together.
"mail, im leaving tomorrow to finish the kira case"
Matt touched their noses together and brought their lips close to softly kiss the pink skin and sighed sadly. "please just a little while longer. İ dont want you to leave me after all this, mihael, please" his voice was hushed and feebly desperate. He had known there wasnt a chance that the world would just stop for their fairytale. Mello scrunched up his eyes slightly and returned the kiss with his own needy lips.
"i cant wait any longer. Kira wont fall by himself without a big push or possibly an explosive in his shoe to help him along" the blonde whispered.
Matt pulled away and ducked his face into mello's chest feeling skin against skin since he hadnt worn his goggles after taking them off the first time they made love on the springy bed. "i cant believe youre joking while talking about this with me." he mumbled bitterly.
Mello cooed and ran a hand through his silky red hair. "im sorry, i know that it wasnt right but i really mean it. İf i dont go now then i will never get my chance at revenge. Against kira or nate."
"who needs nate?" matt burst angrily "we dont, thats who." he didnt even feel like thinking about that albino ghost of a rapist. İf mail had mihael then the number one could have the entire suicidal case to himself.
There was a sigh that teased his hair as mello stopped his soft petting. "i wont get blown up again. İm just going to contact halle and find the best way to take down kira as quickly as possible so i can get back to our life together. You know i wont be able to rest until that happens." matt wanted nothing more than to give into that voice and allow it everything its owner wanted.
Quietly he let go of him and rolled over back onto his own pillow, he didnt want to simply conquer kira for the world and L's sake. Everyone pretty much already knew that or at least nate did. Mihael wanted to be on top. He wanted to conquer kira before nate because kira had done the same to his idol. İf he caused the end of his ritchious kingdom then it would be a three for one deal. Beating nate and kira directly and succeeding as the rightful new L. The blonde gave him a chaste kiss before stumbling out of bed and putting his pants back on. Matt watched him sadly as he walked out to make lunch for them following each little movement and sway of his boy friend's hips. Each second just made him feel worse for wear knowing that he was being left alone again. Sighing deeply matt padded over behind the blonde and wrapped his thin arms around his waist holding him close for a moment as mello actually relaxed into the embrace and pressed start on the stained microwave silently laying his head back on matt's shoulder. Mells smelled like sweet sugar and fire mixed together like an intoxicating spice that he was severely addicted to, he thought miserably as he took in the scent burying his face in the soft blonde locks. The sureal moment was broken by the strange appearance of tell tale smoke from the microwave and mello jumped to open the door and pull out their half cooked ramen before realising that the appliance itsself was the root of the problem. Matt jumped when the thing went as far as to sprout flames like an angry blowfisb of the hell division in their apartment. The mobster quickly smothered the flame and threw the dirty (and now singed) kitchenette towel into the sink with a huff before plopping down noisily into a chair next to the table.
Matt lost it and started giggling causing mello to growl moodily "what the fuck is so funny?" he glared at the shorter boy that sat down covering his face in his hand. "our ramen is screwed now that our microwave is gone and we dont have a goddamn stove to cook it on"
"i really dont know" the red head admitted laughing "its just kinda funny to see you catching a microwave on fire. Its all too domestic and.. i guess i just see the irony in that"
Matt crawled over into his lap and laid a kiss on his forehead. "mail, im so sorry about this. When i get back we'll start our life together and be happy but for now you know i have to do this." he ran his thumb over the dark skin under his eyes that hadnt faded from all the nights matt had spent awake waiting for him to regain concienceness. The gamer leaned into the touch and nuzzled his palm affectionately closing his eyes. It was all too sad.
Matt sighed with a small chuckle when mello's stomach let out a loud grumbling roar to express its displeasure at the appearent lack of food. "that really ruins the moment.. If you drain the water you can eat it dry with the spice packet" he smiled halfway and got up to go back to bed.
"matt?" mello's voice drifted in unsurely as he threw himself on the bed. He stayed silent and after a few minutes mello got the message. "i wont leave you on your own, matt. I promise" he said quietly.
Matt srunched up his eyes burying his face in the lumpy pillow wishing he really meant it. The one person that loved and wanted him would do anything for some serial killer he didnt know to be cought. It felt like he was second even in his lover's eyes though mello was nothing but his top priority at all times. It just kind of hurt... Matt let out a long breath of air and let himself slip into a troubled sleep knowing fully what would happen when he woke up.
Just as he expected the small space was silent when he came to. There was a clean white blanket thrown over him that he clutched tightly as he sat up in bed to peek through the door by craning his head to the side. The kitchen was empty. Matt hung his head and tried to find mello's scent on the blanket in vain. He couldnt help but let a small hiccup work its way up that set off a deep pain in his chest that didnt seem to want to go away. Slowly crawling out of bed a pile of stuff became visible on the table through the bedroom doorway.
"mihael..." matt whispered horsely walking into the kitchenette. Set on the table was his upturned goggles with a small cell phone in the left side and a piece of plastic in the opposite side. He left me my phone and his credit card? What the hell am i supposed to do in america all alone? Im sure as hell not going to go back to nate. What was he thinki-
Buzzzzzz
Matt looked down at the vibrating phone as he turned it on and grimaced in pain as his chest pounded again. The welcome message was from mello, it read 'i love you, matt'.
Buzzzzzz
There was a text waiting for him.
Confirm ticket. Los angelos, california to / /, england. 7:15 PM boarding time. To Confirm reply 'yes' to this message.
6:50PM
Matt's fingers hovered above the buttons. He bought a ticket back to england for him? Glancing over he found a duffle bag hanging over the back of the chair. He even packed a bag for him...
Buzzzzzzz
I love you, matt, so much. Please use these things i left for you if you want. Ill call you soon, but i understand if you dont answer.
From: Mells 6:51PM
With a final thought he turned back to get dressed and came back out slinging the bag over his shoulder diagonally. He shoved the credit card in his jean pocket and once again donned his orange goggles tightening it back up to how it always fit over his eyes. Text back 'yes' and light up a cigarette as he dialed the cab to pick him up a block down and walked out into the afternoon sun. 6:57PM with the airport about fifteen minutes away and he knew exactly where he was going.
-one international flight and an hour car ride later-
"never ganna give you up.. Never ganna let you down.. Never ganna run around an' hurt you..." matt mumbled pointlessly as he typed onto the security pad in front of wammy's orphanage. Damn that cab driver and his loud bad music.. Hmm, they had changed the passlock again, he thought. Moments later the light flashed green and he entered the grounds unnoticed. Maybe roger would still be here and not with near so he could say hi. But then again, he didnt want him to tell nate his whereabouts and it would be easier if no one recognized him.
He entered through the back door and made his way around to the route that was ingrained in his mind. Kids of many ages scampered past him in their happy game of tag on their way outside to the yard. Matt didnt recognize most of them but a few he knew from the younger group when he was there. He opened the last door on the right and smiled at the badly concealed welt in the door that mello had put there when they were kids.
("hurry, matt!" mello said in a stage whisper running down the hallway with a bag of chocolate in his scrawny arms. Matt ran as fast as he could after the blonde smiling wildly after their recent pantry raid that he had just been accomplice to. Mello was looking back over his shoulder at him estatically smiling to match matt. "mells, watch out! The doo-"
Mello looked forward just in time to turn enougb to ram the door with his shoulder instead of his head. It made a loud thunk and matt screamed thinking mello had broken his shoulder or worse. "mells!")
Looking around inside he remembered how they had gotten busted that night because he had screamed when mello had merely bruised his shoulder a dark purple tbat he had shrugged off. Matt chuckled, mello had punched him pretty hard for blowing their cover. Appearently no one had heard their laughter or the thick door getting a crater in it but everyone had heard his outburst.
There was a new set of kids living in this room painting over his old memories of him and mello with ones of their own. He smiled and shut the door again and made his way to another location that he didnt realise he was going until he was standing in the doorway looking at a little dark haired girl playing on the bed by the window. Nate's bed.
She looked up at him with a large somewhat creepy smile. "are you matt by any chance, mister?" she asked happily. Matt stayed silent and she kept up her expression. "im sorry, but i think you are number three. Correction, the former third."
"... and you are?" she looked about twelve but that cute little smile just screwed up any gaging he might have been able to do.
She giggled "im number two behind near but number one in wammy's. My character is A, But you can call me aya." oh great back to numbers. "wheres mello?"
"i dont know, dont ask. Goodbye aya" matt turned and went down the hallway to the main office. He really didnt like how quickly she recognized him and that she had asked about mello. It really freaked him out. Kids shouldnt be like that until they were older or in some psych video game. Then again, all the smart kids looked kinda crazy -or sexy in a certain blonde's case.
He knocked on the mahogany doors he had visited many times to see roger for discipline and praise equally though most of it was with mello or for him. As third he was always smiled at by teachers but ignored by roger since he never really tried. He never did his homework but made hundreds or ninetys on all the tests which was why he was only third. No one answered and he pushed open the doors silently walking into the old office. İt looked as it always had, stacked with paperwork and filled with a prestigious busy air that said you had to be special to be here. He sighed, roger never really liked him enough to be invited here specifically. The one time he had didnt even last but a few moments.
(he peeked in through the two big wooden doors and roger motioned for him to come in. Matt complied moving up to stand before the grand desk before him nervously adjusting his goggles. He hadnt talked to the current headmaster since the man had brought him here a month ago. "sir?"
Roger didnt look up "do you know what your GPA is right now?"
"3.93, sir" matt reported confused as to the direction this was headed in. He was number three in the house so it should be fine, roger couldnt be yelling at him for that.
"yes, and why is that?" he stared down at him expectantly.
Matt hesitated "B-.. Because im doing good in school" he didnt understand why roger was acting like this.
"why are you not doing better than that?"
"W-what?" he stammered.
Roger scrunched up his nose at him "we both know you put forth absolutely no effort by means of never paying attention to your lectures, not completing classwork, and neglecting your homework. The only saving grace here is your outstanding test scores. Frankly, youre a lucky freeloader." young matt flinched, was he that awful? Roger (the man whom had taken him in on watari's request after saving him from his abusive parents) certainly seemed to be saying so. "a disgrace to wammy's top, no, to the entire academy. Heed me, if things do not change you will find yourself even less graced than you are now." the old man looked down his nose at him with distaste.
"Hey Matt! İ found you! Where have you been?-" mello burst in the doors loudly as was his style and grabbed him by the shirt collar as if to punch him.
"ah, dear mello," roger turned pleasant again "how is your day going as of so far?" matt furrowed his brows in confusion.
Mello proceeded to the door half dragging the dazed red head behind him. "wonderful. Bye, roger." )
Matt understood well enough what he had meant, now that he was older and removed from the dejected emotions. He never put any damn effort into anything for school. Being a great test taker was what got him his third place seat in the world. Roger simply liked mello because he worked his ass off constantly to become better than the untouchable near.
"ah, its you" matt spun around startled to see an old face he had been just thinking of. "i was wondering why our security system went out temporarily. Here is the reason" roger said in his stiff manner that was reserved for the gamer.
"sir, i made sure to put it back up when i was done. The trick code box almost got me, actually. İ hope you dont mind but ill be leaving now" he made to go around the director but was cut off.
He pointed to the desk and matt obediently trudged over with him. Roger sat down in his chair and looked at him long and hard for a while seeming to be assessing whether he could murder him without leaving a mess in his office. Of course this was silly but the intensity somehow made it unnervingly plausable. Finally he spoke and matt let out a breath he hadnt known he was holding.
"you look drawn, matt. How have you been doing since you left us so suddenly?" he said curtly folding his hands on the desk.
"ive been doing well, sir. Thank you. İ did not mean to intrude" matt mumbled trying to find a means of escape.
"be quiet and answer the question fully and resume your silence. No extra comments" he corrected "matt, why are you here?"
Matt paused. "i felt like visiting, i didnt plan on being spotted though" honestly, it was true. But as to why here, in this place? He had nowhere else to go. Mello had given him a means to get to the only place left in the world for him.
The senior nodded his head in understanding. "very well." roger looked at him right square in the eye seeing matt look back steadily trying not to look away first. "you look like you did the first time i met you. Do you know that? Youre obviously carrying everything you own in your pockets, you look like a lost hurt puppy, and you are here because this is somewhere safer than where you had been."
No, i dont want to remember them. Absolutely not!
(a black rough gloved hand struck his cheek sending him flying to the hard tile floor. His father was yelling again. Otou-san had cought him with his video games again instead of wiping the report of last night's burglary from the police's server. Haha-san was watching as her husband broke her child's ribs with a swift kick that had him coughing up blood. He picked nine year old mail up by the neck and slammed him against the wall smashing his fists into his face and gut over and over untill he could no longer breathe. Mail was tossed in a corner and he started crying. Haha-san finally came over but soon kicked him hard enough to gush blood from where her steel toed boot struck and where he rebounded against the wall. She told him to shut up or she would kill him. But he kept crying instead of stopping like he usually did in times like these. She scowled spitefully and poised to strike him again when suddenly the door fell in and there was screaming. Otou pulled a gun and started shooting at the door. Haha finished her kick swiftly and pulled her own gun. Matt was laying in a bloody painful heap bleeding internally and all over his raggy tshirt. The room was being torn apart by bullets comming from the doorway as the police swarmed in with their burning guns but there was no sound. All he could hear was ringing.. Ringing...)
Why could he never block these things? He had never wanted to remember his parents. He had planted that goddamn bread crumb trail leading the cops to their house for a reason. The reason, he fucking hated those abusive thieves who used him and beat him senseless everyday they were actually home. They had deserved to die even to the point where he almost died with them had someone not taken him away after his parents were riddled with bullets and rightfully dead. He woke up five days later in a hospital where a man named watari was wAiting for him by his bedside. There was also a black haired teen called L perched on the windowsil. They sent him somewhere called wammy's orphanage in watari's old buggy.
(mail woke to big gates looming before the car and mentally sighed. Another place, another master to control him. He had planned on just running away himself after his parents were removed from his life but those two guys had gotten to him before he had a chance to get out. The car stopped before the gates and the driver got out to punch something in on a keypad set into the iron work. Appearently somthing went wrong seeing as the man got flustered and started pressing the keypad harder. Finally he pulled out a phone and mail got out of the car tired of being inside.
"the code isnt working, young master. İtll be up soon if i can get ahold of roger. Just wait in the car, please" he said turning his back on the young boy.
Mail rolled his eyes hiding his face under his red bangs and moved to the security system anyways. His fingers hovered above the keys only a moment before he set to work making his way through the normal routine of hacking. The gates rolled open and the driver turned around amazed and slightly confused as he apologised to the phone quickly and hung up as mail got back in the back seat of the car. He was driven up to the front main building where an older man was standing waiting for him.
"welcome.." he trailed off offering a hand when mail got out of the car.
"Matt, im matt.." he took the man's hand giving it a small shake remembering his spy codename he had used to hack before since he wasnt supposed to use his real name here. Not that he wanted to.. "sir"
The man leaned in and frowned a little "i am roger, the current headmaster. You will not break into my security, matt, or we will have a problem here. Am i clear?"
"yessir, Mr. Roger" matt hung his head and roger released his hand. Already he was a burden again. And in the last and first place left for him)
Matt clenched his teeth as roger waved his hand in a dismissive manner "still resentful.. You understand why i was so hard on you right?" he asked rhetorically. "because i didnt want you to become youre parents. İ discouraged your hacking -though young mello seemed to use you behind my back frequently- so you wouldnt be compelled to continue what they trained you to do. İ never hated you as you think, i was hard on you because i cared for your future." he explained calmly with no change of expression.
The teen shook his head "i think its past time that i get going, roger. Thank you for your hospitality" he said quite sarcastically turning to the door to take his leave.
"matt," he paused in the doorway "the old room you used in the teacher's wing is yours to use on a more legal stay this time"
Matt slammed the door with a barely audible "thank you" mumbled in return for his lodgings. The room roger had given him was where he used to hide and smoke his cigarettes when he didnt want to be around near. İt was also where he had waited in when he tried to run away-and succeeded using the window. The security systems were a breeze even when they changed them up a bit and added a few extra firewalls and decoy threads. But the greatest thing that happened here was his first meeting with mello, The man he dearly loved with all his heart.
("matt! You get back in detention! Come back, NOW!" the math teacher shouted after the fleeing goggled red head.
Mail kept running down the halls darting around the corners as fast as he could. After school detention was killer. After all, he hadnt done anything to deserve it. Last week he placed third on the ranking exam that the entire orphanage participated in and now they were getting after him for not doing his homework again. He was fine as it was! İts not like-
He rounded the corner to the teacher's wing and ran smack into another body. "agh!" they fell and entangled their limbs accidentally.
"mello!" "matt!" the adult voices came from down the hall both ways.
The other person got up in a flash of blonde and he found himself being pulled into an empty dorm room. He was pushed back as the door closed quickly but carefully. A protest was on his lips but when he looked it dropped to the floor with his jaw. A lithe body clad in loose black long sleeves was pressed up against the door listening to the outside noise. The blonde hair seemed to claim all the light in the dark room where the only light filtered in from the window on the far side. He did a double take when she tossed her golden silky locks and those dark eyelashes fluttered half shut in concentration. That face was flawlessly beautiful!
"ok, theyre gone" wait, no way. The beautiful girl turned around to face him and he internally asked himself why life was so cruel to him. "who the hell are you, by the way? You ran into me and it hurt so you better be glad im not beating you to the ground for it" HE threatened. Oh yeah, that goddess was an adonis.
"uh-h" matt stammered
The blonde came closer and looked him in the eyes fiercely "nevermind, if you're ganna babble then shut up. You probably thought i was a girl anyways, right?" he sounded genuinely pissed off already.
Matt blushed "i did not. You just scared me" he lied.
"whatever, im a boy, just for reference. İm guessing you're number three so you're under me, matt. That means you have to do what i say since im number two!" he pointed at him confidantly.
So this was mello, the vivacious second best. "does that mean you follow near's orders?" he asked curiously.
Matt instantly regretted the question as pain exploded in his cheek. Mello's face was bright red, flushed with anger. The rumors of their bad relations must have been true. Meaning he had just insulted mello. "shut up! You're just a third and to you İ AM the BEST. Got it?" he fisted matt's shirt.
Matt opened his arms wide in submission and bared his throat the best he could as if giving himself over to the alpha, which was clearly mello. "i am yours, mells"
The blonde smirked satisfactorily and let go of him punching his shoulder. "i think i like you, matt." he said contentedly.
And for some reason, even back then those words had went straight to his heart and, more embarrassingly, his groin.)
Matt opened the door he had been pulled through so long ago and walked inside slowly, closing the door silently behind him. Gods, so many things had happened and changed since the last time he was here. İt was even maddening looking back on his journey since he left this place. Countless cities and airports, cigarettes smoked on the street, the mafia, shinigami, explosions, and mello. Mello, the one thing that hadnt changed. His last and only real home he'd ever wanted and had gotten. Yeah, that sounded right. Mello was his home and this was his temporary house. But he was homeward bound. And he would be with mello. Forever.
