End Transmission

AN: Yay another chapter, right? :) Also, in the bottom AN I have given you a preview of the mpreg fic im currently working on. Hope you enjoy it.

Suggested Listening: Japanese Girl by Metro Station; w.a.m.s by Fall out Boy

Chapter Twenty-Three: Scars

Mello was reclined on the beat up couch, chocolate in his mouth, with a pair of bulky headphones on as he listened to the chatter on the other end. And really, that's all it was, chatter. Two weeks of surveillance and nothing of worth had been said, though with how careful Yagami was being Mello knew he shouldn't be surprised. Yagami was in the police force for a reason.

But it was still a little frustrating not to have much to go on. They had been in Japan for a grand total of two weeks and three days. After they had settled in to their shit apartment, going from The Grand to Motel 6 in theory, he had Matt set up surveillance equipment in Yagami's apartment as well as his parent's house. It hadn't been hard to find their addresses with Yagami's father the police chief; all their personal data was stored in the online database and it had been child's play for Matt to crack it.

Once it was set up Mello had alternated days with Matt between watching Yagami on screen and following him when he was away. And though Mello would usually spend an obscene amount of time collecting data, he knew that L was still on the attack even though nothing had been publicized so he knew he didn't have a lot of time to so as he liked.

From what he saw, and what Matt had been able to trace back to him, Yagami was drudging up bits and pieces of the very stuff that Matt had years before. Matt, the sneaky bastard he was, had left far more traces of L's deceit on the net than even L probably knew about.

But that was really all they had found out about Yagami's knowledge. Mello had no idea what the brunette thought of L, or even how much he had found out about L, and what he had deduced from it. And because of his lack of knowledge... Mello had begun to think of a different plan...

He needed to get in contact with Yagami.

Mello didn't tell Matt of his plans, not because he thought the redhead would disapprove of them, but because he wasn't sure he wanted Matt with him when he went. Until he knew Yagami's intentions towards L... he didn't want Matt anywhere around him.

He sighed and tossed the headphones away from himself and picked up his phone. He wondered if Yagami would even answer from an unknown caller. But he would soon find out. He dialed the number he had already memorized and pressed the phone to his unscarred ear and listened to it ring. He knew for a fact, as Matt had texted him not even ten minutes before, that Yagami was on lunch break so he would definitely be in a position to answer.

He let it ring six times before he moved his thumb over to the end button, but before he did there was a distinctive click and a friendly sounding voice, though Mello was hardly fooled. He could hear the underlying suspicions.

"Yagami Light?" he questioned and eyed his chocolate; he wanted it...

"Yes?"

"I have it on good authority that you have recently been looking into things that could get you into serious trouble. And by that, I mean could get you killed. But you already figured that out as soon as you saw L's name attached to it, didn't you?" he decided he didn't care about attempting to be slightly polite and bit into his neglected chocolate bar and barely withheld a contented sigh. Damn he loved dark chocolate.

There was a pregnant pause, and a not quite covered 'excuse me for a moment' before Yagami was alone. "Who are you? Do you work for L?"

Mello couldn't help but huff out a laugh. "Work for L? Fuck no. I want to meet you to talk about everything you know. Some place public. What do you say, Yagami?" he had almost let it slip past his lips that he would prefer it if L were taken out, as in killed, as in dead. But he wasn't sure what Yagami's reaction would be to such a statement.

"There is no reason for me to meet with someone I don't know. In fact, it would be infinitely stupid. I don't know who you are, and I don't know your intentions-"

Mello cut him off before he could continue; his informant had mentioned that Yagami liked to talk. "You can call me M for now. If you agree to meet with me you will find out my name when you see me. As for my intentions, I simply want to know what you know about L. Nothing more, nothing less. If you don't think you're up to it, then fine." from what he had heard Yagami, for all his genius, had a large ego and didn't like to back down from things. Mello had to wonder if that was a perquisite for all genii.

He gave Yagami a few moments to think it over and silently sucked on the edge of his chocolate in the meantime.

"Fine. Where do you want to meet?" Yagami finally asked, determination coloring his words.

And Mello grinned.

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"So, when were you planning on telling me you set a date with Yagami?" Matt commented as he sucked in the poisonous air of his duel colored death sticks. Or as Matt called them, cigarettes.

And Mello honestly should have known that Matt couldn't be kept out of the loop, not when it was something so important. Though he was obscenely amused by how Matt had called it a date.

"Probably not until the meeting was over." there was no sense in lying when Matt obviously already knew. Matt sighed and looked up from his game, facial expression blank and eyes covered by his goggles.

"I thought I was brought here to help? Can't do that if you keep shit from me."

"I just didn't want you around him until I knew his views on L..." he mumbled around the chocolate and was rewarded with a smirk. He knew he shouldn't have admitted that. He should have stuck with the same stint that Matt wasn't healed yet. Though he was definitely almost there. Maybe another week and a half at most. At least for his back.

There were still bandages covering Matt's torso, the wounds left there not healing as well as they should have been, but other than that he was almost completely healed. Mello could still see every single cut and bruise Matt had been left with...

"Well, when you decide to fill me in I'll still be here. Nothing else to do, unless you want me tailing Yagami again."

He gave Matt a withering look, to which Matt simply grinned wider, and turned back to his chocolate. Honestly, he wondered if Matt purposely attempted to irritate him at times... actually, he knew the redhead did. There was no way Matt couldn't know he was being annoying. And that made it worse.

Matt had been more and more like he used to be, like he was back at Wammys, ever since the incident involving the coffin; and Mello had to wonder at it. Was it because Matt had been shocked by his near death experience, or because they were together in a way?

Matt was acting far cockier than Mello remembered him being, though Mello couldn't say it was a bad thing...

He sighed; his thoughts constantly drifted from where they were supposed to be to linger on Matt. Then again, Matt had always been at least in the back of his thoughts, always, since he had met him. There was simply something about him..

Mello looked up only to come face to face with Matt, who grinned at him, and could do nothing more than blink. "What the hell are you doing?" he just couldn't be surprised by Matt anymore, after all the weird things he had grown accustomed to.

"Bothering you obviously." Matt commented as he stubbed out his cigarette on the already wrecked table beside the couch. And Mello hardly blinked when Matt seated himself on his lap, pushing the chocolate out of Mello's reach; he had no reason to complain though as Matt's lips descended on him.

Despite Matt not generally being one for much physical work, when he had been cooped up and limited for things to do because of his injuries he had seemed to turn to other things to entertain him. And while Mello really didn't mind too much, he had never let it go farther than kissing.

It wasn't that he didn't want something more... he was just unsure. He felt rather embarrassed to have not had more than one sexual experience at his age, but he really hadn't much time for it before. With his burns, to running the Mafiya and his grudge at L and worry for his two friends consuming him, he had never given it a thought.

And even when he'd realized his feelings for Matt were far more than that of friendship, he had never tried to find a replacement for something he'd once thought he couldn't have despite all the cheap Mafiya whores who threw themselves at him and stunk up his leather with their even cheaper perfumes.

The one and only time had been because he had tried alcohol, at the behest of a few Mafiya cohorts, and had gotten massively drunk and hadn't even attempted to fend off the advances of the whores like he usually did. Needless to say he had not been pleased to wake up to the knowledge he had slept with one of them.

Mello knew that Matt had had sex before... what he didn't know... was with whom? He wanted to ask but couldn't figure out a way to do so without bringing up the subject of why. It wasn't as though he didn't know how to have sex with men, he had found that out long ago, back in the early days of the Mafiya after a lot of comments were thrown his way that he just hadn't understood at the time. Ah, the joys of Internet Sex Ed.

He felt the delicious heat begin to pool in his neither regions as Matt's hands slid along his sides and his tongue caressed the inside of his mouth. It was getting harder and harder to ignore Matt each time.

But he had decided it would not go further than that until Matt was completely healed, at least that was the plan. Matt had taken it as an unspoken challenge, and perhaps a way to punish Mello for pushing him and Near away for all those years, to make him cave.

"Enough Matt. I have stuff to plan before the meeting." Mello told the redhead, who sighed, and gently pushed him away. If Matt had been the type, he probably would have pouted. As it were, the swearing under his breath was much more Matt like and had Mello's lips turning upwards into a smile he couldn't quite contain.

Mello really did have things to plan though. In under a weeks time he would be meeting with Yagami, probably with Matt watching on from some distance away, and though he had given Yagami a time and place Mello had yet to really scout it out. It had simply been something he had pulled from memory from an advertisement he had glimpsed as the station had changed.

He grabbed a spare laptop, one he believed Matt used only for e-mails and surveillance, and began to look up the area. He had already known it was a well liked tourist area, Aoyama, but he hadn't expected it to work out quite so well in his favor. There was some sort of grand reopening of a cafe in that area on the same day, so there would even more people than usual. It would be perfect to blend in, and in a worst case scenario, scatter into the crowd.

Just because he had things planned out, what would need to be discussed, didn't mean any of it would go as planned and other options needed to be available to him unless he wanted to be killed. He was a Mafiya Don and he couldn't afford to screw this up. He took a glance at Matt, no he definitely couldn't afford it with Matt with him. If trouble arose he knew he had to have a solid plan so that Matt wouldn't need to interfere like he would probably want to. The less danger Matt was in the easier Mello's own escape would be.

He looked up the cities grid and memorized every twist and turn and possible escape route, and just in case he downloaded it to his phone. Better to be safe than sorry.

"I'm going to take a shower." Matt told him, and though he didn't look up Mello could easily picture the redhead taking one last drag of his current cigarette, snuffing it out in the ashtray, and standing. He heard the soft sigh, and pop of vertebrae, as Matt stretched his muscles. He forced himself to ignore the imagery and went back to what was on the screen.

He made a rough estimate of the time it would take Yagami to get to Aoyama from his parents house, his apartment and from his work. He knew it was likely for Yagami to be in any of those places before the meeting, and barring any major traffic he knew how long he had that he would have to wait for the man.

He tapped a gloved hand on the table softly and used his other hand to scroll through more images of the surrounding areas. There was always a possibility things would be taken out of Aoyama...

Once he was satisfied that he was properly prepared, at least in this way, for every problem he could imagine going wrong, he exited the browser and shut the laptop. The shower had gone off a short while ago and it had already passed a suitable eating time, so Mello set out to make something for them.

There wasn't much in the way of groceries in the apartment, Mello not trusting the refrigeration unit not to fail, so other than the oven made meals there wasn't anything appetizing. He sighed and convinced himself that they were at least a little bit healthier than take-out would have been.

He popped the two trays into the oven, both needing just under an hour to cook, and was about to set the temperature when he was distracted by the soft sounds of footsteps. His eyes caught sight of Matt just as the redhead passed by and Mello winced guiltily at the sight of his bare back.

It was littered with still healing cuts that zig-zagged across his almost too thin frame. He tore his eyes away from the sight. It was his fault they were there and the more he looked at them the angrier he got with himself, for his mistake, and at L for causing it.

"Help me wrap these things?" he was questioned and before he had even thought of a reply he followed Matt from the room; Matt had a soda in hand which Mello supposed was infinitely better than an energy drink though he'd still prefer Matt to drink water.

Mello sat them on the bed and took the bandages from Matt's grasp and set to work on carefully, yet firmly, wrapping the wounds. He took care not to hurt him more than necessary and was so focused on his task he didn't notice Matt's lingering stare until spoke.

"Mello I'm sick of this." Matt told him with a sigh and Mello honestly couldn't follow his train of thought; was it the bandages...?

"Of what?" his hands had dropped from wrapping the roll of crisp white bandages around Matt's chest and they hung in two places by his sides.

"Of you trying your damndest not to touch me at all. Yes I almost died, but that was nearly five weeks ago. I'm not going to fucking break if we do something, anything more than we have been." Matt said, voice soft and resigned. And yet the redhead still dared to crawl into Mello's lap and smash their lips together.

The act was so unexpected that Mello simply let himself drown in the kiss and pulled Matt closer forcing their mouths to mold seamlessly together. Matt released a sound that was completely needy and all together sexy all at once and his heart beat faster for it.

Matt's hands slid across him and Mello pulled away, breathing in air deeply. "Matt-"

"I'm not backing down this time." Matt told him, hair mused and still slightly damp from his shower. Mello was so close that not even the glare of light on the goggles could obscure the determination in Matt's eyes. He pursed his lips together, a sign to Matt that he had won. He knew what Matt expected, and had Mello been sure about his knowledge in the subject he might have taken Matt, forced him to the bed and fucked him until he screamed.

But Mello only had second hand knowledge and he didn't want Matt to be hurt because of him anymore than he already was. And stopping was no longer an option, Matt rocking against him, their erections pressing together through their clothing only proving that.

He gently flipped Matt onto his back, surprising the younger male, and teasingly slid Matt's boxers down his hips. Mello drank in the sight of his pale skin and flawless, other than the fading scars, body beneath him.

He used his teeth to catch the end of his gloves and pry them from his hands leaving his fingers bare; he trailed a finger across the flesh of Matt's stomach and watched as the redhead squirmed slightly.

He let Matt work on his fly laces as he unzipped his vest and shimmied out of his leather confines as soon as he could; the cool air only made him harder. Careful of the half wrapped bandages he slid his fingers across Matt's body until they rested at his lips and watched with a darkened gaze as the three appointed digits were sucked into that hot mouth. He shuddered slightly at the unexpected warmth and accompanied wetness of Matt's mouth as his fingers were rolled around and shamelessly molested by Matt's tongue.

Feeling his fingers were more than accurately coated, he inched them from the warmth of Matt's all too willing mouth and felt them chill as the air struck them; sliding them between their bodies he set to work.

He attached his mouth to Matt's again to ease the confusion in the redhead's features and when those half lidded eyes had finally shifted closed Mello allowed his expression to morph into something akin to discomfort as he stretched himself.

Matt would not bottom until Mello was certain he would not be harmed.

He pulled his fingers free and shifted, Matt's attention being drawn to him again as he straddled him. His lower half was bathed in fire as he forced Matt inside himself, even as Matt moaned at the contact, and he took in large shuddering breaths that did nothing to control the pain.

Mello shook with the pain that wracked his body, thighs trembling viciously, and wondered how anyone could want that, though from the gasp Matt had released he was at least enjoying it. He blinked back the sting of tears; he refused to cry from it.

He had all but collapsed on top of Matt the second he had attempted movement; his ass throbbed and he doubted he would be able to sit right in the morning, or even the day after.

He was a little surprised that Matt hadn't started to move yet but found he didn't much care at the moment. Matt pulled him in for a kiss and stroked the curve of his back which relaxed him somewhat despite doing nothing for the pain. Matt's kiss tasted of apology, for hurting him it seemed, though Mello didn't blame Matt at all, so he was even more surprised when Matt flipped their positions and pinned him to the bed, his penis having slipped from Mello's body in the process.

"I'll make this feel good for you, I promise." Matt kissed him, sucking gently on his tongue, and despite his wildly beating heart and near rabid apprehension he closed his eyes and spread his legs further to let Matt take control. He trusted Matt far more than he trusted himself with this.

Matt toyed with his tongue as he slowly edged back inside of him; it was still painful, though less so now that he was slicked with what Mello hoped wasn't blood. Matt's hips jarred Mello slightly as they connected with him, Matt being fully seated inside, and he sucked in a breath through the light kisses.

Matt waited, still not moving, letting him adjust to the feeling though Mello wasn't sure he ever would with how fucking huge Matt was. "Move..." he forced himself to mumble against slicked lips despite the pain not having faded all that much.

Matt gave an experimental thrust and Mello hissed, teeth gritting together in pain. Matt's fingers ran up his sides slowly and Mello shivered, goose flesh forming under the ministrations. Matt mouth found his again as he moved, shifting his position, and Mello felt a small twinge of something akin to pleasure.

It had been ... weird... but not unpleasant.

His eyes were locked with Matt's and the redhead smiled as he broke the kiss abruptly, hot breaths falling against his lips. "Found it." Matt coaxed his legs to wrap around him and Mello complied with no complaint. Matt was happy about something and Mello hoped he was right about what it was...

He nearly shrieked as Matt slammed into him, a good feeling so intense hitting him that Mello could only close his eyes and moan and press his fingers into Matt's shoulder. Matt kissed gently at his neck and hit that spot again and again.

Mello couldn't think anymore, could hardly breathe with everything he felt at that moment. Matt's lips at his neck, their sweaty skin sliding together, Matt's hand in his hair tugging gently, their lips pressing together for sloppy kisses. Mello couldn't think, but damn if he couldn't feel everything.

"Matt... Matt...Matt...!" the redheads name was like a mantra as it spilled from his lips. Matt was everything and everywhere and Mello never wanted it to end. He felt Matt stroke him in time with his quickening thrusts and their labored breathing mixed into their kisses and Mello tried not to scratch at Matt's back or squeeze too hard with his legs as he came with a shout of Matt's name on his lips. He felt Matt twitch inside of him before warm liquid filled his insides and they collapsed in a heap on the bed, Matt doing his best not to crush him.

They didn't speak for a while, letting their breaths calm and their heart rates slow. Matt made a motion to move off of him but Mello kept his arms around him; Matt was, he thought, a good weight on his chest.

"I love you..." he told the redhead truthfully. It was such an odd thing to admit, but it seemed appropriate to do so after everything. He had known it, what his feelings really were, for quite some time, but he hadn't wanted to put a label on them... never mind tell the redhead.

He felt Matt's lips curl into a smile and he mumbled something into his chest which sounded like gibberish. But he knew what Matt had said. And that was all he cared about.

-End Scars-

AN: So... how was it? Did it seem plausible? *facepalm* those two had been giving me issues for the last two chapters. Matt got all horny and I couldn't make him stop *whines* Something had to give so i made it be Mello. :)

My playlist for that 'scene' is as follows (not that anyone cares): Music is Through - Jamie Cullum; W.a.m.s – fall out boy; The Royal We - Silversun Pickups; Gold Guns Girls – Metric; Sweetest Sin – Jessica Simpson; Time To Play – Metro Station

Odd combination right? Lol

Special thanks to reviewers: NikooruDesu, PWN3D, Ashleigh131, Living in a fantasy, foreverunloved, MaeveNeri, ThatJeevasFanChick, hobomara, Cheerful-Pessimist, KaiyaMinPop, Miharu is Haruka's Love Child, Slayers64, critter141151, DeathNotes-Matt-Chan, schoolkid

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Untitled preview (not every thing is as it seems):

Matt's mouth was dry. The notebook was the cause of it? Or at least that L believed it was... but then why would he-

"I decided to see if my deduction was indeed correct by having the three of you in contact with the notebook. Results would be obvious as your personalities and actions are so well defined. Though I could not have guessed that the notebook could alter more than psychological aspects of the body."

Matt couldn't believe the words coming out of L's mouth. The detective had actual used them as guinea pigs? Just to prove something to himself... Matt glanced at Mello and noticed the absolute rigidness of his posture. Mello looked up to L, practically worshiped him...the news must hurt him.

"I myself have experienced side effects. I can no longer eat the sugar I used to crave. It has begun to make me physically ill. I also seem to have developed a severe lack of iron and generally crave that instead." L commented with an almost shrug, as though he was wholly unconcerned with the situation.

And perhaps he was, Matt didn't know, all he was certain about was how hurt Mello must be.

"Now that I am positive, I will tell you my theory on the Death Note. The Death Note leaves a mark on each and every person that touches it, as well as a lingering connection that makes those who have touched it wish to be around it and hold it and eventually pushes them to use it if in constant contact regardless of ownership. I believe we all know what marks it can leave?"

Mello's fists were balled and teeth clenched but he didn't shout or snarl or do anything to L. Matt rolled his eyes, despite his concern for the blond, of course Mello wouldn't lash out at L. L could probably be Kira and the blond would forgive him.

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