Matt could feel Mello twitching inside of him. It made him whimper, he wished whoever was at the door would just leave. This was the first time anyone had touched him in a loving way since, well, ever. The pounding at the door sounded again. Mello lifted a finger to his lips, telling Matt to be quite. He pulled out quickly and yanked on a pair of leather pants. He snagged a gun from a drawer and padded silently over to the monitors in the main room. There were two people at the door, one of which was all too familiar.
Matt got dressed as quickly as he could and hunted down his goggles. After sliding those on and grabbing one of the hats he assumed belonged to Mello, he covered his hair and opened the drawer Mello had gone through. He pulled out a nine millimeter and stuffed it in the back waistband of his pants. When he slipped into the main room he froze. N was at the door with one of his goons. "Hello Mello, glad you finally opened the door. I have a package from L for you." Mello narrowed his eyes and glanced over his shoulder at Matt. Near followed his stare. "Oh, and here I thought you always worked alone."
"Just give me the package and get out of here. I don't want to play your games." Mello put his hand out while Near glared at him. "Hurry up. I don't have all day and I was… am busy." The young boy handed him a folder and walked down the steps to his limo. Mello slammed the door shut and threw the file on the living room table. Matt jumped as it hit the beautiful wood, it landed with a thud. He was sure it cracked the wood. "Well, are you gonna open it or not?" His eyes flipped up to Mello's and he the shock must have been evident on his face, because Mello rolled his eyes at him. "It's not a bomb, it's just a folder." But that wasn't what had Matt all strung up, it had just hit him. These boys were familiar, and now he knew why.
Back before Matt had been stolen and sold into slavery he had been in a nice little home. It was a place for orphans called Wammy's House. When he had first come to Wammy's his name had been Mail Jeevas, but as you were to have an alias here, he became Matt. It was all he knew, everyone had always called him Matt, and so that was his name. His hair had been red, even as a young boy, and he had always followed the others around. Mello had always been his favorite. The boys blonde hair and I-don't-care attitude. The younger boy Near wasn't around, he had always been playing with his toys or building things. But L, L was amazing. L was the one they all looked up to. Mello had always admired L, and for that, Matt had always admired Mello.
Matt could still remember the one night. It had been really hot the last few weeks, and the thunderstorm that hit them that night had been horrible and loud. Matt had run to Mello's room and crawled into the bed. Mello was still asleep, so he curled up against his back. Mello was always a light sleeper, so Matt should have known it would happen, but he still squealed like a little girl when Mello rolled onto him in a flash and placed his pocket knife against his neck. Matt had been terrified, but also incredibly impressed. After a few moments Mello seemed to realize who it was and he put the knife away. He had asked Matt what he thought he was doing there, and just as Matt had gone to answer the sound of thunder cracked. The lightning hit the room like an explosion. That was the first time Matt had been amazed, rather than scared, of the thunder and lightning. The light in the room had really brought out the gorgeous colour of Mello's hair. Matt had been so transfixed by it he barely heard what the boy said.
When Mello's arms had come around him he had been so happy his heart felt like it was going to burst. He snuggled in close to his chest and fell asleep minutes later. It was the most wonderful thing ever. When he had woken up the next morning Mello had set a platter of breakfast food in front of him. "Hey sleepy head. You slept through breakfast so I made you some. Eat up." Matt had smiled and ate it happily. There had been some egg shells and the hash browns weren't fully cooked but it was the best breakfast he had ever eaten. When he was finished he noticed Mello had been watching him. "Good job Matty, that's the most I've seen you eat all week." Matt was positively beaming. Nothing could ever make him more happy. But that of course, was the night he had been kidnapped.
"Hey." Matt's eyes snapped back to Mello's. "You gonna read it or not?" Matt glanced back down at the folder and snatched it up quickly. He flipped through the first few pages before giving Mello a confused look. It was a file of names and faces, gang leaders or do-gooders that apparently needed to be taken down. "So, how bad is the damage? What's our case?" Our? Matt nearly tripped on nothing he was so excited. Mello had said Our case. Mello never let anyone help him with anything, ever. He was always the lone wolf type, if he let anyone near him it was either L, or it was because he needed something. "Well?"
"There are actually several cases in here. All of them ranging from gang lords to high class dorks. Basically all that needs to be done is to take them out or locate their whereabouts. Near made sure that each with a bounty has the reward money printed underneath. He also states here that he is willing to pay double the bounty on each hit if we bring them to him alive." Mello observed Matt quietly for some time. He seemed to be looking at him a little different. Maybe Matt remembered who he was after all, he had been trying to play it cool ever since the kid ran away from him, but maybe he didn't have to. Mello rolled his eyes when he realized Matt was still going on. "..irst case is actually close by, and we could pick him up tonight. The bounty is only a few hundred G's but I'm sure it should be enough to even pique your interest."
Mello stepped closer to him, took the folder from his hands, and threw it back on the table. "Right now the only thing that has piqued my anything is the fact that you dared to put your clothes back on Matty." Here we go Mello thought, the true test of whether the boy remembers him. Matt's face turned bright red, he glanced down Mello's body to see he was still rock hard under all that leather. Mello slipped even closer, running his hand around the back of Matt's head and tugging his hair gently. "Well?"
"Wh-What did you call me?" Matt shivered under the touch. His lips parted as Mello played with his hair, and stripped him of his goggles. "What are you…" He was cut off by Mello kissing him deeply, invading his mouth with his tongue. Matt moaned in pleasure. He tasted to good, so sweet. He could pick out the taste of Mello's favorite childhood chocolate. He could smell the cologne that he was wearing, and for a moment, he couldn't remember anything other than Mello. "Mihael." Mello froze as his name left Matt's lips. The smile that crept up his face had Matt digging his nails into Mello's hips.
"Yes Mail? What is it? Do you want more?" With a sharp tug on the boys pants he managed to get them down to his knees. He wrapped his hand around Matt's shaft, and lightly bit his neck. The groan that escaped Matt had Mello panting for more. Matt hadn't heard that name for a long time, it had been forever, but hearing Mello say it now, had him ready to cum in the blink of an eye. He bit his lip to keep from crying out, drew blood as he bit harder to keep himself from exploding in Mello's grasp. His breath was taken away again as Mello drew his bloody lip into his mouth, sucking gently and matching the pulls on his lip with the gentle pulls on Matt's member.