Tired as hell

Disclamier: Do not own etc.

Matt

My arms folded themselves across my chest as I bit my lower lip in agitation. Near's slight frame seemed bigger somehow, almost towering over the slowly panicking face of Mello. I lent against the wooden door, avoiding the doorknob which I knew to be one hundred and seven centimetres high, just like everyone else's in this damn city. Mello fingers twitched meticulously before finally going still.

"Hurry up Mello." L mumbled, impatience hidden in the empty black eyes which bore into me, despite them being aimed at Mello. His shoeless toes wriggled against the carpet. If I wasn't so worried about being killed I would've wrinkled my nose in disgust. I may be a slob, but the bottom of my feet aren't black. L's slouch became more prominent as he ambled about the room, stripping the shelves of books and peering, with a lack of interest, at the titles before carefully slotting them back. "Well?"

Mello seemed to have paled at a considerable rate, turning around to meet the face of the unstoppable law who watched him like a hawk. "I…I…" Mello stammered, head hanging forwards, hair cascading into the soft blue eyes. "I do as Near asks me too." He finally admitted.

"Which is what?" L droned, long fingers digging into the oversized blue jeans he wore, pulling out a grubby sugar cube which he hastily stuffed into his mouth with a slurp.

"Been…keeping him…satisfied." Mello told the floor. I felt the blood run cold in my veins, hands clenching into tight fists at my side. I strode the two steps over to Near and punched him in the face. I only got to admire his gasp of pain and the reddening of his cheek for a fraction of a second before L's foot hit my stomach, forcing me backwards until I was stopped by the wall.

"Why so protective Matt?" L murmured, already assuming his normal slouched stance.

"Why so-? He's my best friend! Why else! And you've been letting that damn sheep use him, you say your all for 'justice' but you're just as sick and perverted as every fucker that you try to stop." I snapped. Mello stared at me in horror as L slipped his hands back into his pocket.

"We cannot tolerate that kind of behaviour from someone of a lesser standing. Mello, you do what you have to, put him straight. Camera's must be on at all times." He reminded the blonde, before gathering the bruised Near and exiting the house.

Mello walked over to me and slapped me across the head. "You stupid fucking idiot." He murmured, voice low enough for the camera's not to pick up on. "Now look what you've done."

"Don't care." I murmured, voice equally as soft. "I'll kill him."

"You couldn't stab you way out of a wet paper towel." Mello pointed out, small smile on his lips before sighing. "You really are an idiot. I don't want to hurt you."

"So don't." I mumbled, letting Mello roughly haul me to my feet and out to the car.

"Like I would." He replied, shoving me into the backseat, discretely handing me a laptop. "Do what you need to."

I flipped open the computer, watching as Mello climbed into the front seat, driving at the speed limit (30 MPH. Not a mile under or over.) I tapped away at the computer as fast as I could, fingers flying over the keyboard. I knew I only had fifteen minutes and twenty four seconds before we reached the station. I smiled as we pulled up to the station, pressing the enter key. The softly glowing street lamps immediately went out, houses rendering themselves in the dark. "There." I smiled, climbing out the car, walking into the building, letting Mello drag me partially for all who cared to watch before slamming the door shut behind himself.

"How long do we have." He asked, immediately stripping my shirt off, pressing me against the wall.

"I-I'd say fifteen mi-minutes tops." I moaned as his lips met my neck, teeth delicately nibbling at the skin. Mello pushed my pants down so they pooled around my ankles before quickly squirming out of his own clothes, fingers tracing along my sides. Yes, I much preferred this kind of punishment.