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AN: Hehehehe :)

Suggested Listening: Hush Hush by The Spill Canvas; Gold Guns Girls by Metric (best to listen to the last 700 or so words with this. It fits, as I also wrote that scene to it)

Chapter Thirteen: Sixth

Matt hated mornings, he decided for the umpteenth time. Not because he had to get up, though that was annoying high on the list of reasons as well as well. No, Matt hated mornings because of the problem he got every so often, which usually ended up being more often then he liked.

He sighed softly and though he normally would have ignored it, or simply taken a cold shower, he didn't feel like doing that this time. Even he needed a little bit of stress relief once in a while.

Matt tugged the sheets down his body so that they pooled at his lower thighs and shivered at the slight chill that assaulted his exposed parts. He pushed his boxers over his hips and kicked them somewhere under the blankets and wrapped his fingers around his erection.

He hissed slightly at the contact and closed his eyes. He couldn't help the fact that he immediately pictured Mello's face flushed in anger or how Mello's eyes flashed dangerously when equally annoyed..

Matt groaned quietly and allowed his head to sink further into the pillow and sped up his already jerky movements. He thought of Mello's body encased in that sleek leather, the way it clung to him so closely that it was like a second skin.

He bit his lip and imagined that it was Mello jerking him off. He sighed softly as he came, spilling across his hand and parts of the bed.

He lay there, in the aftermath, and simply allowed his breathing to fully come back under control before he even so much as thought of getting out of bed. He knew his face was probably still flushed, and perhaps even the rest of him as his skin had always been rather pale, but the longer he stayed in bed the longer he would either want to curl up and go back to sleep or do that again for the absolute high he received.

And despite both of the tempting offers... he did have things he needed to accomplish. Possibly. But first he needed a shower, and it would also serve to wake him up further as he was left with a slightly too relaxed feeling for the moment. He made a note to wash his sheets as he wiped off the last sticky remains of his semen onto the slightly damp fabric.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed and searched for his tossed aside boxers that were tangled at the bottom, quickly replacing them, though if he could have simply walked naked to the bathroom he would have but he would rather not run into Mello or Near in that state.

He grabbed a set of clothes for the day, letting his goggles stay by his neck despite his wavering vision, and walked out of his room. He did remember to shut the door as he left.

He thought he saw a blur of blond and black but without his goggles on he couldn't be sure. He was simply navigating his way to the bathroom from memory alone and let a small secretive smile stretch his lips; he didn't think Mello or Near knew about his eyesight problems.

Matt held his goggles up to his face, once he'd locked the door, only long enough to get the temperature right and step inside. He closed his eyes against the blurred vision that threatened to give him a headache.

He could have left the goggles on, but he needed to wash his hair rather than simply let it get wet. He could manage without them for a while longer; his record for going without them was over a week, and only because he had been sick and hadn't needed them anyway.

He groped the wall until he found the small, smooth feeling bar and took it from the shelf.

He lathered himself in the soap and resisted the urge to touch himself again, as he would be hard pressed to keep himself silent with the lingering sensitivity that always prevailed after an orgasm. That and he really thought himself better than that. Most of the time at any rate.

Most of the time he was indifferent to sex and masturbation but every once and a while he indulged himself, though it usually left him with a small amount of wanting for the next few hours afterwards. That and it made him think things he'd rather not about Mello.

It really sucked loving someone who was too obsessed with revenge, among other things, to notice you.

He turned the knob further to the cold side; if not fully awakened his thoughts tended to be a little...off. It never led anyplace good.

Matt hissed as the water switched unpleasantly quick to a far cooler temperature; he hadn't intended for it to be so cold but he would deal with it. As such he only spent another five minutes in the shower before shutting the water off. He stood there, shivering slightly, for a few seconds as he replaced his goggles, before he stepped from the shower and dried himself.

He was lucky there were always towels left in the bathroom closet or he would have had to drip-dry. It was a highly unpleasant thing to have to do.

Matt felt better though, and far more awake, as he tugged on his jeans and shirt and stepped from the bathroom. Though, he reasoned, the non blurred vision could have been part of it. Sometimes, he honestly felt it was too much trouble hiding the issue. It wasn't as though either Mello or Near would have really cared...

He supposed it was just so ingrained in his mind, from years at Wammys and hiding it from Mello's Mafiya men, to ever be fully broken away from. In the end, he let it slip from his mind like all of his other thoughts.

In reality... he was simply attempting to pass the time until he had to leave. He hadn't forgotten that he was to meet his informer. Far from it. It promised to be a very good visit.

But he knew that until he had met with him, that he would be restless for the entire day. He always was. And figured that he always would be. He hadn't yet figured out if it was because of the possible gold mine of information or something else entirely... something that may or many not have had to do with going behind Mello's back about the whole thing.

Matt decided that he may just be suicidal because if Mello ever found out he would most likely murder him. And probably Near as well as the albino usually knew what Matt's plans were; which reminded him that he needed to tell Near what he would be doing while out.

He always told Near if he was going out, just in case, but mainly so that if he wasn't back and hadn't called within a certain amount of time, something could be done as Near would know that there was a problem rather than assume he was simply involved in another 'project'.

Thankfully nothing of the sort had happened yet.

He deposited his dirty clothes into his, now empty, laundry basket and wandered back out into the main room. Mello was draped across one end of the cough, half watching some movie and half reading some report, while Near was awkwardly seated on the other end of the couch playing with a robot; though Matt knew he was actually watching the movie as his eye was latched onto the screen through the fringe of his hair.

He left them to it as he searched out a package of pop tarts for brunch, as he had taken longer than usual in getting up so it was just about eleven-forty. He bit into one of the Smores flavored ones, Matt knew that they were only in the apartment because Mello would also eat them, and stalked quietly back into the main room.

He quietly leaned over the couch and draped his arms over Near's shoulders. "Morning Near." he said loudly and felt Mello's gaze on him as well as Near tense slightly. "I have to go meet someone at dusk. Be back by eleven the latest." he whispered by the albino's ear before he pulled away, pop tart back in his mouth.

"Morning Mello." he commented slowly as blue eyes narrowed at him. Mello knew something was up with him, as his previous behavior was a bit odd, but Matt had figured that if he didn't let Near know now, he would probably forget to do so later. And that could cause a problem.

But so long as he didn't act too strangely throughout the rest of the day he knew Mello would let it drop. For the most part. And while he wished the three of them could do something together, even a game of cards, Matt knew it wouldn't happen so he simply went to his laptop to play something, perhaps the original DOOM or some other computerized first person game.

It would help to pass the time, as he had a few hours before he needed to leave, as well as allow him to monitor the system; though he was certain Near was doing that even as he sat there.

He really wanted to know what the information was; what it pertained to. There were limitless things it could be and it nagged at Matt's brain. It was supposed to be something big, but what each person constituted as 'big' was different.

He finished the rest of the first pop tart and opened the game. He couldn't afford to dwell on it as it would make time go by that much slower. Instead he focused on beating the game in record time. Well, record time for him anyway. Which really only meant beating his own already high scores.

He saw Mello move about the apartment every so often, Near shifting to the floor after a while, and wondered just how long Mello would be there, if he would still be there when he got back.

He hoped so.

Despite the silence that prevailed around them, he enjoyed his company. And he knew Near did as well.

He shook his head slightly and shoved the remaining pop tart, that he hadn't eaten before, into his mouth and forced himself to go back to the game. It was hard to concentrate, and Matt wondered why he seemed to think that the information was worth all of his attention... though he also reasoned it had to do with who he was meeting with.

What a can of worms he had opened...

At around two-thirty, which had seemed to take forever to get to, he shut off his laptop and grabbed his wallet, though all the information in it was fake, and keys and had almost made it out the door before Mello caught him.

"Where are you going Matt?" and though it wasn't a demand there was something in the blond's voice that stopped him from simply ignoring him and walking on as he might have normally done.

"Shopping. I need new shirts, remember? I'll be a while as the place I'm going is a while away and I cant get it done online. Do either of you need anything while I'm out?" which meat he would actually have to shop or it would seem a bit odd if he came home with nothing. He had needed to anyway so he didn't really mind, and he was certain there was a place open late by the bar.

Mello eyed him for another moment before shaking his head and slinking off to his room; Matt decided he would have to pick up some chocolate for him.

He glanced at Near who titled his head ever so slightly to the side; Near didn't require anything either. If he saw it he would pick up a pack of playing cards for him as he knew his old ones had a rip in the ace of spades which made it unable to support weight correctly for card stacking.

Matt wondered, as he rushed down the stairs and into the garage, why Mello had let him go without much of a fight. But figured it might have had to do with their arguments so he didn't think too much on it.

He eyed his cherry red Camaro with a grin and slid into the seat. Damn he loved his car. The leather seats were smooth under him and he sighed happily.

He started the car and carefully sped out of the garage; careful only in the way he made sure not to run into anything. Matt switched on the radio, though after a few horrible songs in Russian turned on the CD player he'd installed instead. He always forgot that the music was different from his playlist.

It wasn't like he went out that often...

The drive went relatively smoothly, the darkening of the sky being the only interesting thing, so he was calm as he pulled into the bars parking lot, which was away from the prying eyes of the street. He pocketed his keys and locked up the car, though he wasn't' sure if they weren't simply leaving again soon.

The meeting place was never where they actually stayed. It was smarter that way.

He was actually a little late, but knew that it wouldn't matter much. He stepped into the bar, being bombarded by all the noise, and had only gotten as far as the coat rack before a figure stepped into his path.

He grinned slightly despite himself.

"I should have known you'd be late. You always are. Good to see you Matt." he merely nodded at the man and followed him from the bar, which he was glad he'd only been in for only a few seconds as it smelled terrible, and even down the streets. He made sure to memorize the way so that he could get back.

He shivered in the air and wished he'd thought to wear more than his vest, which had no sleeves. They stopped, after turning down an alleyway, once they had gotten halfway down and suddenly it was all silence.

The man shifted from foot to foot slightly before he stepped closer.

Matt wondered, that if any one else watched them, if they would see what he did. The hesitant way the man stood beside him, the slightly awkward smile he had, and the lingering glances he gave. Would they connect it to the one time they'd slept together, or would he simply seem nervous like an informant might? It was an interesting thing to think on really.

But for another time.

Now it was time to get the information he'd come for. "So what do you have for me?" he drawled before he slid a cigarette into his mouth. The blue eyed man, Jack as he was called, sighed softly and leaned against the cold brick. Matt knew what his thoughts were really on, but he wouldn't give into him...

"I remember you once let slip that you were looking for stuff on L." Jack said with a slight smile. Matt winced, he remembered that incident. "I've been hearing things lately, about what he might be up to. I wondered if you were interested?"

And Matt knew what he was 'interested' in. He also knew he would get the information without it too. And so did Jack, as he merely sighed after a long pause and continued.

"The word is that L is finally making a move on organized crime, and that he is going to hit it hard. He's going after the big wigs and the small fries. It doesn't matter who or what they are to the organizations."

Matt nearly choked on the smoke that filled his mouth and had to exhale quickly.

"Apparently the United States, and a few other huge countries, here included, have decided enough is enough and coughed up the right amount of dough to intrigue L into taking the stand."

"And why would this interest me?" Matt breathed out lowly. Why would Jack believe this had any bearing on him...?

"You don't hide yourself well enough, in that way." Matt narrowed his eyes at the man. "You are too edgy, always looking over your shoulder, like you expect something to happen. And I doubt it's just the whole L situation. That's why I thought you should know."

Matt sighed, though it was more of relief than anything, and had to contain the smile that threatened to take hold. Jack thought he was in with the Mafiya. Which Matt supposed was true, in a way. Mello was, and he was with Mello just as much as Near was.

"Thanks. Make sure you don't stay in the same place you are in now. I don't need to hear about some idiot getting himself killed after pissing the wrong people off." Matt commented dryly. Because no matter how innocent spreading this information might be, despite the fact that it wasn't publicized, it was a possible death sentence should the wrong people decide it.

"I owe you one."

"I know." Jack replied with a weak smile. Matt closed his eyes behind his goggles and though he knew Jack would never ask, not after Matt had made it perfectly clear there would be nothing more than comradeship, he knew what the man wanted.

"Where do you want to do this? And it better not be outside because I'm not freezing off important parts of my body for you." he noted the way Jack's eyes lit up and felt slightly sick. Matt kind of felt bad for him, because no matter how much of a friend, and he used the term loosely, he was and how much Jack liked him, Matt just couldn't care about him.

And Jack knew it. But would still take what was offered. It was sick, and slightly heartbreaking in a way.

And Matt completely blamed his current actions on his stupidly that morning. "I know you've got places to go so I won't keep you long. Follow me." Jack held out his hand and Matt surprised a sigh and simply took it.

It was cold out; it was always cold out in Russia. At least it always was when Matt went outside. Perhaps he was just missing the warmer days, but he didn't think so. He hoped that wherever they were going had heating.

He kept his face hidden by the collar of his fur lined vest and hated the fact that he felt adrenaline begin to race through his veins. This would be his sixth time in total; not with Jack, but in general.

Jack led them to a black car with tinted windows, highly conspicuous in Matt's opinion though enough so that most wouldn't look twice at it as it screamed danger, and opened the passenger side for him. Without any prompting he slid into the seat and let Jack close the door and wander around to the drivers side.

Matt raised an eyebrow as Jack simply locked the doors after he'd turned the heat on. Matt had never had sex in a car before. He supposed there was a first for everything.

Jack began to unzip his jacket so Matt got rid of his vest, as well as tugging his boots off.

He only got as far as undoing his belt before he was pinned to the seat, Jack pressing into him, and his mouth being molested. His breath hitched in surprise and Jack's tongue found its way into his mouth as his hand wormed its way into his boxers to stroke him into forming an erection.

To Matt's disappointment, it didn't take long.

The seat lever was flipped and Matt felt a small thrill as they fell further back; the headrest hitting the backseat behind them. He tugged off his gloves and tossed them aside and let his hands hesitantly run along the sides of Jack's body. He was lean, with skin the color of cream, and Matt supposed he really shouldn't mind this, because if he closed his eyes he could pretend that the blue eyed, dark haired man named Jack was actually a blue eyed, blond haired Mafiya boss named Mello.

And suddenly the vehicle was warm, hot even, and his exposed skin tingled. He spread his legs and let Jack settle between them and allowed himself to fall into the illusion he'd created. Hot kisses bruised his lips, nails scratched at his hips, and a hardness filled him to the point of tearing, but he enjoyed every sensation.

He held on tightly to Jack, crushing him closer, and let himself be fucked into the seat. His breaths were uneven, when he could find the time to break away from the kisses long enough to gasp for air before falling under again, and he couldn't seem to keep rhythm with Jack, but couldn't seem to form thoughts long enough to care too much.

It was skin on skin, hot and sweaty and disgustingly slick and so damn good that Matt knew he could only regret it later. But the lips on his lips and the fingers pressing into his hip and the hand on his erection were enough to distract him.

The motions were quick, jerky even. It was rough and dirty. The thrusts sharp and painful and hitting his prostate so hard that he was seeing stars even after he had gasped and spurted his semen onto the both of them.

He was dimly aware that Jack took another minute to get himself off, but simply didn't care until they were both in a tangled heap of limbs and flesh and heaving chests. And then, as the sweat began to cool on his flesh, and the feeling of Jack's warm body pressed against him and the soft kisses being planted at his neck registered, everything became 'wrong'.

And he hated himself for allowing it to happen again. But couldn't blame anyone or anything other than himself this time.

Jack nuzzled his neck but must have felt him stiffen as he planted one last kiss to Matt's neck before climbing off of him and back into the drivers seat where he began to dress himself. Matt laid there, awkwardly, for a few more seconds, naked and exposed, before sitting up to find his own things.

And once he was carefully encased back in his clothing, and only then, did he glance over at Jack, who held a soft smile. Matt felt his chest clench painfully. He needed to leave. "Thanks for everything Jack." he told him, and he meant it.

He leaned over and kissed the man, seeing the surprise in those blue eyes as they widened, and allowed it to deepen only slightly before he pulled away. "Goodbye." he told Jack and then he was out of the car and around the corner before he could even blink. Goodbye, because he would never meet with him in person again.

-End Sixth-

AN: I said 'action' I never said what type XD

I so LOVED writing this chapter, you have NO IDEA how much. DioblicaJeevas knows that the last like 2,000 words wasn't planned (mainly because I like to spam people with useless information)