Authors note: So here's the new installment. For everyone who are huge Matt/Mello fans chill. Don't freak out because of this chapter...or something. Read, Review and enjoy.

Visitation

"No." Mello's voice cut through the silent apartment breaking the tension that had set in immediately after he hung the phone up from Near. The blond didn't even know what had happened in the conversation just that he didn't want to have anything to do with it. He still sat on the floor on the other side of the living room staring at him with enough intent that Matt was debating looking away even if it made him look guilty. "What I do want to know is how the fucking hell did Near get my phone number?" He hissed still not moving. Matt could see that he wanted to charge over and possible incapacitate him but he didn't move an inch.

Matt shrugged lightly. "I don't know Mell, maybe he got it from Roger." A blond eyebrow twitched as Matt held his hands open in surrender. "Roger has a large network of intelligence working for him and you do get around. That's how I got your phone number when I found you all those years ago. Yeah, the Internet played a part of it but I had your number the whole time."

"Then why didn't you call?" He questioned pulling his legs around. Matt watched with dismay as he began to retie his laces without looking up. To think he was so close to cracking the blond that if the other wasn't here he'd probably cry. "I wouldn't have turned you down Matt. We're friends even if we hadn't seen each other in forever." He glanced up locking eyes with the red head who frowned back at him. "Okay, maybe I would have thought you were suspicious because you had my phone number but I wouldn't have turned you away."

Goggles came down to hide green eyes once again. He lit a cigarette and took a long heavy drag. "If I would have called you with the number I got from Roger you wouldn't have so much as thought about meeting up with me. I know you Mello. Anyone that works with Roger, works for Near and I don't work for Near." Mello didn't respond. "So I'm not going to tell you that I wasn't scared because I was. I was really scared that you wouldn't meet up with me but there was something scarier than that for me."

Mello stood heading into the kitchen probably to make himself tea or hot chocolate. "So what you thought I was going to shoot you on sight?"

Matt was silent for several minutes. "No." He mumbled. "That wasn't even on my list. I didn't know what you did then but I certainly didn't think you would shoot me. Even if I worked for Near you would have shot…just not fatally." He heard the blond laugh in the kitchen. He wasn't joking and Mello knew it to be the truth. "I was scared about how I was going to feel when I saw you again." His voice had dropped significantly. "It still scares me because I know we won't work."

Mello was still in the kitchen, "Why?" He mumbled clearly not wanting to go there right now. He had only been half paying attention to the conversation. Matt knew that much. Despite the new territory Mello was versatile and could contend with a conversation while he spent the rest of his mind thinking about everything that had just transpired.

He sighed, "Because Mello, sooner or later you're going to flip shit. I know you like the back of my hand. You're not gay and we both know I'm just using this time to exact my own personal fantasies on you." He closed his eyes and took another long drag finishing the cigarette before lighting another. To think Mello had finally gotten the smell of cigarette smoke out of the apartment, which must have been a feat, too bad. "So when you feel like not dealing with it anymore you won't. I'm just waiting for it to happen."

The sound of clinking glass came from the kitchen. "Matt, you know that's not true." He mumbled resentfully but the silence that followed showed that he felt the same. "I don't know how I feel but that's not what we're talking about." He turned the subject back. Matt knew it was coming but as far as he was concerned this was more important than anything Near was going to say. "First you never let me tell you what I want you to hack and secondly Near can fucking wait."

The red head sighed, "You should know better than that. I have to go see Near if he went through so much to contact me." He folded his arms watching the blond who was standing in the walkway back into the living room. His eyes had narrowed, that wasn't what he wanted to hear. That was too bad because he had to go to Near and if he could he would drag Mello with him. Near didn't say specifically for him to come alone so he took it as an invitation for Mello. With a little supervision they were good together. Sometimes, but not usually.

The blond shook his head, "Like hell I come before Near."

He frowned, "And why is that?" He questioned lighting his third cigarette since this conversation began.

Mello looked close to chucking his drink towards the other man but he held his ground instead. "Because Matt, I'm your boyfriend, not Near."

"Only when it's convenient for you." He sighed lightly. The last thing he wanted was to be caught in a fight with Near and Mello. "If you come with me to deal with Near I'll make sure that I do your job before the end of the week." He frowned watching the blond look disbelieving. "But anything you say I have to go see Near. He must really need something."

"So fucking what?" He withheld a scream as he cross the floor so that he was glaring down at Matt in all his unreadable glory. "How many times do I have to tell you that I don't do things that I don't like. If I didn't like you then I wouldn't be dating you."

Matt glanced up completely calm. "You mean benefit you. You don't do things that don't benefit you. Dating me and keeping me happy is because I'll still be on call for you and you don't want me to leave you. It's not because you like me or feel the same way about me."

"You don't know how I feel." Was the simple reply. The blond was clutching his rosary as if it were keeping him from doing something to the other. "Stop assuming that I don't feel for you Matt."

The red head looked bitter, "You do as a friend. We're friends Mello, tell me now how you feel. Tell me the truth."

The blond looked uncomfortable. "Fuck this Matt. If you don't want to see for yourself then how about I take away that title you've been wanting for so long. We're just friends, you're right. I just wanted to make you happy and keep you around. I don't feel the same way but I know how important it is for you…"

Matt snapped, "I don't fucking need your sympathy or your pity Mello. I don't need you touching me and telling me you give a fuck when you don't." He stood. "I'm going to Near, tag along if you like. I don't give a fuck anymore."

The blond stood his ground watching the red head heading towards the door. "You know I won't go there Matt. If I go to Near it'll be to kill him personally or to take the L code from him. Call me whenever you grow the fuck up."

Matt didn't turn back, "Yeah fuck you too Mell." He shut the door quietly behind himself.

~*xXx*~

Mello watched the red head leave; he didn't even slam the door. That pissed him off more than the actual argument. The red head walked out of their apartment, or what used to be their apartment pretending like he didn't care. He cared because Mello cared. He was just too proud to go after the red head. He dropped down onto the couch shaking his head slowly. He had broken up with Matt. He had hurt his feelings.

"Matty, I'm so sorry…"