Chapter four
"You don't fool me, L" Mello said putting his seatbelt on.
"I'm afraid, I don't know what Mello-kun is talking about" L answered starting the car.
Mello crossed his arms on his chest. "You don't have to escort me to University."
"I promised Herr Klaus to take care of you" L lifted his right hand to his mouth then bit on one nail. "Takada did get arrested but we still haven't found her accomplice who almost caused your death."
"And you putting the case aside so you can drive me to and back from university, is of course going to solve it ?"
Mello's voice got more malicious "Isn't this more related to a certain Math Professor rather than my own safety ?"
L bit harder on his nail.
"I know you've been drooling over him for the last week." Mello liked the effect of his words on his mentor's slightly frowned face. "A pure Japanese beauty. Can't blame you, really"
Awkward silence filled the car for a few minutes.
"You should already ask him out, if you're that interested" Mello advised, while L pulled the engine in the University's parking lot.
"I already have, Mello-kun" L finally spoke as he shut the motor, his voice somehow bitter .
Mello lifted a surprised eyebrow at him. "He turned you down ?"
Mello stared expectedly at the older man and watched him open the driver's door and get out.
"No" was L's curt answer.
So you've been getting it on behind my back ?
Mello knew he was not one to lecture L about it.
He was the one to go after L, out of admiration at first. But at some point, their relationship had turned physical.
Sex was nothing to Mello. A mere, sordid human need.
A important need in Mello's case. Back in high school he used to have so many one-night-stands, that he lost track on the count.
It was common knowledge, back to his hometown and even here, that "Mello's sex is like handshake".
But since he came to the UK, he slowed it down a bit. He had his studies, his training and L. And of course the occasional screws.
That's why he and L fit (no pun intended) so well together : They were expecting nothing from each other.
The two men were now walking down a corridor leading to the conference room.
"Light-kun has accepted my invitation." L suddenly spoke again, his voice getting somehow irritated "He did come to the date. But he didn't know it was one"
There was a pause.
"He talked longly and passionately about the latest mathematical theories, then offered me a book to help me have a better insight on the matter." L explained airily.
"Oops !" Mello smirked. "For a genius in his field, he sure can be dense"
"That's why we're here" L stated opening the conference room.
Mello was surprised to see about eight professors engaging in some serious conversation around the huge table, headed by Roger, the president.
"Ryuzaki, I've been expecting you." Roger said getting up, then looking to his subordinates he added "The reunion is closed, gentleman. Thank you for your time."
Professor Yagami walked up to L. "What are you doing here, Ryuzaki ?" he asked a little surprised.
Mello saw a...smile, dare he say, spread on L's face. "I came to return your book, Light-kun."
The professors were gradually exiting the room. Gevanni and Mello exchanged knowing looks, as Mello laid a hand on the table.
Yeah, I fucked you right here.
"Oh, thanks" Light took back his book. "Did you like it?"
"Yes. I liked it very much, Light-kun" L answered his hand still brushing Light's hand over the book. Light smiled innocently.
You are too tick, Mister genius.
Mello suddenly thought that it may be high time he left. He didn't know why L brought him here in the first place.
"Wait up, Mello-kun" L grabbed Mello from his wrist and dragged him close, crashing their lips for a quick kiss.
Light's face turned bright red. Gevanni's jaw dropped. Roger fell back on his seat.
When they parted. L pushed Mello towards the door "Have a good day, Mello-kun" He added before closing the door.
Damn that lunatic dick ! Always using people to elaborate his schemes !
Matt has been sitting in his newly fixed car for the last thirty minutes. His feet were on the driver's seat, his arms around his knees and his head held down.
He knew he should probably move, before he miss the first class. But it was above his forces.
As far as he could go back on his emotions archives, never had his spirits reached such a low level.
He felt wrecked, frustrated and dirty.
As soon as he had reached home yesterday, he had skipped dinner and went straight to his room.
He had taken a long shower trying to get rid of that disgusting sensation he felt. He had tried to sleep, play on his PSP.
Nothing worked.
He could still feel nausea rising into him and the acid in his stomach churning.
How did he get himself in that situation ?
A few days ago, he had finally met Mihael Keehl. The blond was in the literature's department library, vigorously studying. He was fully concentrated, his eyes never rising from his book, his bang graciously following the movements of his head. It was as if he was in his own little world, completely isolated from the rest of the huge room, oblivious to all the attention he was receiving from the bystanders.
During the time Matt had followed him, he has seen how much that guy presence could instantly change the room's atmosphere.
The way he dressed, the leather perfectly showing every curve of his slender body.
The way he walked, hips swaying and golden hair flying.
The way he talked, voice virile and tone bossy.
Everything about him screamed high self confidence and self esteem.
Matt had wanted to approach him but cringed. The blond had a menacing aura surrounding him.
Every time, Mihael had some kind of social interaction, he was always the one to initiate it, never the other way around.
But what happened last night was something Matt had never saw coming.
Shamelessly flirting with a university professor, grabbing his crotch and then-
No !No !No ! Matt had to take that disgusting image out of his vision.
Up to the moment the conference room was shut, Matt had thought that Mihael- or should he say Mello, since it's what that perverted professor has been moaning- was not aware of his presence on the other side. But when Mello took the key, leaving him an easy peep into the room Matt understood he had been overplayed.
That sick fag !
But what sickened Matt the most, was not that Mello has fooled him, neither that he had bluntly exposed his sexual intercourse to a complete stranger, neither that the object of his obsession was openly gay
but the fact that he did not leave even though he was fully aware of what was about to happen.
And even worse, he, Mail Jeeves, had a hard on.
Matt put his googles on his tired eyes and opened the car's door. He should just forget about the whole damn thing. Him, having an instant erection seeing the naked body of a guy was no big deal at all.
Mello does have a feminine image, Matt thought as he exited the car.
But what he did was all but feminine !
If Mello would have been on the receiving end, Matt could blame it all on his appearance and say he thought of him as a woman.
However, things didn't go that way.
Mello was the one to take that man. And Matt was the one with the boner.
AN: Would Matt be the first to step out of his comfort zone ?
Bare reality is bitch, really... ;)
Next chapter, THE CONFRONTATION ! hihi