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Backhanded confusion

"Why?" Matt knew his voice came out as suspicious and truthfully he was. Unless Mello had sustained some form of serious brain damage recently, he was pretty sure he hadn't, that Mello was capable of hacking anything. Albeit it may be slightly slower than Matt himself could do it but either way in the end Mello shouldn't be sitting in front of him asking for a favor in hacking anything. Mello took the same classes that he did. Mello didn't do as well but he wasn't incompetent. He could figure out anything as long as he put his mind to it, well, almost anything. "Mell, it's not like you to ask me for anything, especially something that you can do yourself."

Mello sat forward on the chair watching him with narrowed eyes. "I wasn't asking, you should know better than that. I was attempting to tell you kindly that I want you to do something." He folded his arms over his chest to signify that it was the end of the conversation, at least the part about Matt having a choice in the matter.

The red head frowned watching him with cool eyes. He took his head to reach up and pull his goggles over his eyes to tint the world in a sunny orange. "Right, and say I were to refuse your startling generous offer and just walk out the door."

A blond eyebrow cocked, "I assure you Matt you won't even make it that far." He smiled viciously. "Or would you like to test that? I'm not one to be trifled with. You should know that by now. I was, of course, the one that knocked sense back into you."

Matt shrugged, "Because it makes me so hot when you hit me Mell. Maybe I should try it just to get you on top of me." He looked thoughtful as a serious look crossed the others face. "Or do you not like the idea of straddling me in the middle of the hallway with a gun to my face while you pistol whip me. I have to admit living with you has turned me into a dirty, dirty masochist." He watched the unsure look cross the blonds face. He shrugged, "I shouldn't lie about it."

"Don't push me Matt." He hissed with deadly calm. Matt could sense his ice box demeanor cracking. Each step he took the blond caved in more. "I'm not playing sadist to your masochism. That's too fucked up."

He grinned, "Oh but you already do. I don't think you could stop if you tried." He watched Mello's eyes set in challenge. He stood grabbing his cigarettes. "And with that I've realized that I've over stayed my welcome. I'm out." He turned feeling the familiar weight of Mello's now gloved hand snatch his wrist and hold it tightly. "You're starting."

Mello's voice was tight, "Just sit down Matt and I won't have to hurt you."

The red head grinned, "Oh but I want you to. Please, do hurt me Mello. If you don't I'll walk out the door." The grip tightened. The second the red head attempted to pull away he was face down on the floor with his arm wrenched painfully behind his back. He released a tight hiss, the pain coursed through his whole body, but Mello held fast. Though Mello stayed at a decent distance much to his dismay. "Mell?"

The blond exhaled loudly. "Mail fucking Jeevas you listen to me."

"Loud and clear." Matt commented. "You're squishing my cigarettes so you probably owe me a new pack by the way." Mello came over using his knee to push down on Matt's back. "Oh look, a massage too? You're so sweet Mell."

The slap came firmly though Mello used his forehand, not his back. "Maybe I can't not hit your ass Matt but you can't keep your fucking mouth closed so it's even." He used his hand to tighten around the red heads neck. "Like I was saying you'll do this job for me and then you can go home."

Matt shrugged shifting slightly. When that didn't move the blond from off his back he fully jerked sideways sending the blond flailing ungracefully sideways. He landed between the couch and Matt as the red head used his few free seconds to toss his smokes to safety. He waited for them to hit the floor before he grabbed Mello around the neck in an attempt to choke him out. The blond was too fast for him already rearing up to strike.

Matt pulled back a hand in an attempt to punch the blond but instead Mello threw himself at Matt. The two went down in a whirlwind of limbs and hair and somehow with the help of Mello's God Matt came out on top. He used his body to pin the blond under him and took the time that Mello was looking shocked to breathe.

"Holy damn I won." He grinned down at Mello who had run his fingers through his hair to get a better look at Matt. "You see this, right? I fucking beat you." He shifted lightly so that he was lying directly on top of the blond face to face. "What do I get for beating you?"

Mello sighed he was clearly still stunned. "A head start." He mumbled looking Matt in the face for the first time in a long time. "Green eyes."

Matt blinked, "Yeah? How do they look?" He asked softly. He'd never been this close to Mello. Even during the time they spent at Wammy house. Mello always had his personal space; Matt did also but not as much as the blond under him.

If Matt wasn't mistaken there was a slight red tint to the already tanned skin. "I wish I could see them more often." He mumbled blinked. "Get up Matt."

"Why?" He questioned softly laying his head beside the blonds. "Are you panicking yet?" He questioned. Mello smelled of a fresh shower and the thought made Matt suppress a shudder.

Mello rolled his eyes, "Hardly." He sighed softly when the first kiss came to his neck. It was followed with several others dancing along his skin as soft as butterfly wings. "Matt…" His voice drifted off during a gasp when the red head bit lightly.

Matt ran his tongue slowly over the faint mark that he had left on the blond. He kept the touches soft as not to alarm the other. Mello's hands danced along Matt's back in feather light touches as if he were afraid to reciprocate the feeling. Matt didn't mind. He was losing himself in the kisses trailing upward until he paused at the blond's lips. He didn't dare attempt eye contact now. Instead he just took his chance. He leaned forward pecking lightly. When the blond didn't respond he pressed his lips against the others lightly.

Every pore in Matt's skin felt as if it were afire, the pure feeling of the blond against him sent pleasure running through him. He'd never imagine that even on the best day that Mello would allow him to kiss him. It shocked him more than he was willing to admit when the blond's fingers tangled in his hair pulling him down into a spine melting kiss. Mello kissed with precision, something that Matt couldn't copy if it killed him but the other didn't seem to mind. Seconds turned into minutes the feeling of Mello's free hand ghosting the hem of his jeans fading into the pure ecstasy of the moment.

A groan escaped Mello's lips as he kissed Matt frantically as if the Devil himself would pull them apart from each other. The heat had Matt panting as he pulled back long enough to breathe but it was clear from Mello's eyes that he wasn't sure if they should continue. He wanted to stop, he should have stopped but he couldn't bring himself. He gasped when Mello flipped him over straddling him. Leather against denim made Matt wished that the other would just strip him. He craved to unwrap Mello like a gift on Christmas.

"Mail." His voice was tight and husky. "Listen to me."

Matt nodded. He was listening, kind of. He was actually more focused on tracing the lines of Mello's leather laces. He looked into the eyes of the blond and suddenly he wanted to see what Mellow as like when he lost control. He was edging there piece by piece, he could tell. The blond was closer to snapping that he had ever been.

Mello opened his mouth when a phone went off across the room. The blond jerked as if awakening from a dream as he tossed Matt off of him. "My phone." He mumbled crawling across the floor as if he didn't trust himself to stand. "Hello?" He laid himself across the floor on his stomach. "What the fuck are you doing calling my motherfucking phone?" The blond glanced over his shoulder, "It's for you."

Matt didn't trust himself to move either. Mello had done better than he could without exposing way more about himself. The blond sighed and slid the phone across the floor where Matt picked it up.

"Yeah?" He still hadn't fully recovered and was a bit pissed off that he was interrupted by this person. He had Mello on the ropes, a chance like that didn't come often.

The voice on the other side of the phone was calm and soft. "Matt, Near apologizes for calling you on Mello's phone. It is urgent that Near sees you."