AN: What happens when Mello meets Matt and have a proper conversation ? Well, proper is not exactly the word...
Chapter Five
"Thanks for your hard work, Light" Gevanni said as he dropped his tired body on the professors room couch.
"You too" Light answered as he sorted his files.
"Um, about last time.." Gevanni started "I wanted to apologize for Near's behavior"
"I think he's old enough to speak for himself, Gevanni" Light replied annoyed. "But thanks for trying"
The older man sighed "Is that an other book for Ryuzaki ?" These two have been exchanging books for a while now.
"Yeah" Light face lightened "He's very interested in my work. He has read everything I have published, even small magazine articles" Light smiled "He himself is shrewd. I didn't quite understand what he does for a living, but I'm sure he can take my place in the amphitheater any day of the week."
Gevanni was getting bored with the monologue.
He'd met Ryuzaki a year ago thanks to Mello. Gevanni had understood that they were in some kind of open relationship, since Mello had kept hitting on him under the other man's nose.
That blond is so loose. Near should learn from him.
In two months, Gevanni still haven't succeeded in bedding him.
That cock-tease !
"I never met someone with so much knowledge or general culture." Light continued, sitting down next to his colleague "Even when it comes to his cinematographic or culinary choices, he's very particular and-"
"Hold on. Ryuzaki has taken you out to movies and restaurants ?" Gevanni asked incredulous.
"Yeah, a few times. Last night we ate Italian." Light smiled "Well more like, I ate Italian-"
"Don't you think it's a little odd ?" Gevanni tried to get his colleague to understand.
"That's what I'm saying. He only ordered desserts. How can a human body function properly only on sugar ?" Light went back to his files.
"Yeah, that's the mystery" Gevanni rolled his eyes. "Did you ask him why-"
"Yeah. He said he'd only eat the food I make for him"
Mello has been reading "Jenseits Von Gut Und Böse" for the last two hour.
He swore his eyes were going to pop out of their eyeballs at any second.
Did they really have to print it with such a small front ?
As if there weren't enough people disgusted with philosophy as it is.
Mello massaged his temple with one hand while he slid the other into his leather jacket's pocket, but found nothing inside.
Shit !
How come he forgot to buy some chocolate on his way to university?
L had emptied the stock he had in his apartment, since it's the only form of sweet Mello has.
I'm so not inviting him anymore.
Not that Mello could invite the detective anymore. L was still pursuing Light and things were going better between the two.
In fact, Mello was more irritated because he no longer could hang out with his friend and mentor than about the lack of chocolate bars in his jacket.
Since the first problem could not be fixed, Mello decided to go for a walk to a vending machine.
The closest one is outside of the University gates. All they put in those damn automatic distributer is way too sweet.
Melloliked his chocolate bitter; 70% cacao is good, 80% is even better. But for today, he'll have to endure with some snickers or-
Sweet mother of god !
"What an ass !"
In front of Mello was the hottest piece of ass he'd ever seen.
Perfectly round and perfectly shaped in a pair of skin-tight blue jeans.
The guy was bent over, in a bow, apparently reaching for whatever he bought from the distributer.
Mello could feel blood rushing down and bringing a certain part of his body up.
He didn't have sex in the past forty-eight hours, and to a guy for whom sex was compulsive,
that sexy pose was way too suggestive.
"No need to be so rude. The can was stuck." The guy snapped back, straightening up, a Coca-Cola can in his hand.
Mello was now face-to-face with his ex-stalker.
Matt's face paled and he froze on the spot.
Mello took the chance to take an eyeful of the redhead.
He was about two centimeters shorter than him, his body was slender under a thin white and black t-shirt that playfully showed a promising smooth chest.
He also wore a white tan vest that covered his slim hips and of course the part that had drawn Mello's full attention to him.
His face was half hidden with odd orange goggles.
And above it Mello saw a frown, that he presumed was due to his conspicuous staring.
"I meant it literally" Mello finally spoke and watched the other man's face regain some colors.
He really is cute. Mello thought with a smirk.
"I-um" Matt stuttered taking a step backward, as that old nauseating feeling was rising in him again.
"I'm sorry. Where are my manner ?" Mello apologized dramatically "I'm Mello, nice to meet you Mister Stalker"
Mello knew that the guy was no longer stalking him, but he needed to start the conversation somewhere.
You know, breaking the ice and shit.
"W-What ? You're mistaking." Matt shot back defensively.
"Oh, yeah. I forgot to add Voyeur. My bad" Mello smirk widened. "So, Mister Voyeur Stalker, it is"
Matt prayed earth opened and swallowed him.
"What do you want ?" is all what Matt's mind could figure.
"I've already stated my interest" Mello's eyes traveled down his body for reminder.
Matt could no longer tolerate that joke. The conversation needed to move on to something other than his ass.
"Besides that ?" Matt asked.
"Do you really want to know ?" Mello replied playfully. Matt understood that a discussion about his ass was the safest they could go.
"I guess not" Matt could no longer tolerate this guy's proximity, or his existence for that matter.
"Well then, how about my wallet ?" It was more an order than a suggestion.
Mello was wondering why he was going easy on him.
Usually he would beat up the guy then take the liberty to search for it himself or make him return it in exchange for a finger or two.
Matt immediately pulled the wallet from his vest pocket and handed it to its rightful owner, but did not step any closer.
Mello quickly checked its containing. Nothing was missing.
This is odd !
"Your clothes are back-" Matt started.
"Why ?" Mello interrupted. "Why haven't you returned the wallet earlier ? I mean you didn't use anything in it, you kept it on you all the time and you knew where to find me"
Shit ! "Doesn't matter." Matt hated to feel trapped. "Now you have it back" He concluded turning away.
"Hey, wait" Mello yelled after him, when Matt faced him again he asked "Back to the accident, I wasn't fully unconscious." Mello's face turned serious. "I still remember your voice telling me to hold on"
Matt didn't like where the conversation was going. "You were in a piteous condition. I was barely wounded." Matt dismissed the memory. He himself didn't know why he had helped Mello.
"You slapped me." Mello reminded moving closer.
Matt felt like running as long as he still could, but Mello's eyes clued him on the spot. "I-I'm sorry" he tried.
Mello knew the slap was meant to wake him up and he should thank the guy instead of cornering him. But he just wanted to toy with him a little more. L can be such a bad influence.
"You think you can simply get away with an apology ?" Mello's body was inches away from Matt's. "I want retribution" Mello requested.
Oh God. He's going to slap me ! In the middle of the street ! Matt was ready to fight back, even though he knew he didn't stand a chance.
"I want you to take off your Goggles" Mello requested.
"Uh ?" Matt replied brilliantly.
"Your Goggles ! Take them off !" Mello's voice left no room for debate. Matt hastily pushed his goggles up on his hair.
And for the first time, they looked each in the eyes.
The real thing is much better than a picture. They both thought simultaneously.
Mello's eyes were much more intense, his face was softer and prettier without his usual smirk. Matt could almost fall for-
"You really are cute" Mello commented his gaze deepening into Matt's wide green eyes.
This is gross! He-He's crossed the fucking line !
"Don't call me cute, you sick pervert !" Matt shot back with disgust. "I'm-I'm not a fag !" he yelled into the Blond's appalled face.
Mello knew he shouldn't do it.
He deliberately hit on him knowing that the guy was straight.
He had exposed him to his latest shagging.
He had pushed the ignorant dickhead's limits.
Mello knew that there was no use to do it.
Mello knew he should be reasonable, keep his blood in check,
calm the hell down and leave the homophobic jerk to treat the medieval darkness of his brain on his own.
Mello knew. And yet.
Mello's hands has been on Matt's neck for the last twenty seconds, furiously clenching his throat.
Matt's face was turning to a shade of purple, his hands were on Mello's trying the escape the deadly grip. His aggressor's face was ominous, his eyes swirling with rage.
But deeper beneath that blue hurricane, Matt saw hurt.
Three students came rushing out of the university gates and were trying to pull Mello back. A group of girls were screaming at him to stop.
It only uncreased Mello's anger. He pushed the redhead harder into the wall, his grip getting firmer.
"Mello-kun !"
Mello saw an arm get between him and his victim and with one strong movement he was thrown flat on his ass.
Matt dropped on all fours, heavily gasping for air.
Mello immediately jumped back on his feet but a hand landed on his shoulder.
"You've already done enough, Mello-kun."
Mello recognized his mentor's voice.
He'd figured L would be the only person capable of stopping him.
L took Mello's hand like a five-year-old child and dragged him far from his victim.
Mello's body was still boiling with rage.
L's hand forced him into eye contact.
Mello saw a mixture of disappointment and reprimand in L's usually blank eyes.
It brought him back to reality as he started to agnize what he was on the verge of committing.
"Is Mello-kun satisfied now ?"
But Mello did not regret what he'd done and he damn sure was not gonna be lectured about it.
"None of your business" He answered walking towards the parking lot.
"Give me your bike key, Mello-kun" L commended "I'm not letting you drive in your state"
Mello paused for a second. "Fine !" he threw his keys at him. "I'll walk."
AN: Wow, two bad tempered guys, aren't they ?
So much for smooth starting...
What would the consequences be ? I wonder..