End Transmission

Suggested Listening: Your Love is My Drug by Ke$ha

Chapter Twenty-Four: Clean

Mello woke to a throbbing pain, after he had attempted to roll over and ignore his ringing phone, and groaned. He kept his eyes closed as the wave of pain ebbed away into the background and he was able to think beyond the singular thought of 'fuck-ow!'.

He found he was unable to move, had he decided he wanted to anymore, due to the heavy weight on his chest that was connected to the pieces of hair that tickled him every time the 'weight' breathed. His eyes locked onto the slack expressioned redhead still in his arms and smiled slightly. Despite the fact that any small movement made his ass hurt, he instantly decided he had enjoyed sex with Matt; he knew most of his discomfort came from his inexperience and wondered how he would have been feeling had he simply let Matt lead from the beginning.

He found that he didn't mind too much though, letting his eyes fall shut again, and simply hoped that he would be fine by the time his meeting with Light came around. He huffed out a laugh. He wouldn't exactly be intimidating if he were hobbling into the room, would he?

"'Morning Mello." Matt's sleepy voice invaded his musings and he sighed lightly as the redhead leaned up to capture his lips. He couldn't get used to this... Matt was making him soft...

But even as the thought tried to take root in his brain Matt's lips on his and their bare skin touching was enough to banish it. Matt would be the exception.. he always had been.

"You alright?" Matt asked when they had pulled away, Mello feeling infinity warmer than he had upon waking.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"You rammed yourself down on me last night, you can't tell me your ass isn't hurting." Matt stated dryly and Mello's face flushed. He sighed heavily and debated on what to say, though decided on truth as Matt's expression had started to darken. He really didn't feel like starting an argument so early after waking.

"Walking will be painful and I doubt I will be sitting on anything today." he commented with a crooked smirk. Matt frowned as he got a calculating expression as he adjusted the goggles he'd slipped on.

"A hot bath might help with that. I'll be back in a minute."

Mello blinked in confusion as Matt carefully moved from the bed, chest bandages in shambles, and walked from the room in all his naked glory. He hadn't agreed to a bath, not even in the slightest. Though it didn't appear that Matt actually cared whether he had one way or another.

Mello scrubbed a hand across his face and stifled a sigh that threatened to break free. He hoped Matt didn't feel guilty for the pain he was feeling, the gamer was the type...

With a roll of his eyes Mello braced himself as he slowly moved into a sitting position; as much as he wanted to, he couldn't stay in bed all day, especially as Matt wasn't there to keep him company. Not that he needed the redhead to entertain him. He had things to do... meeting plans to go over...

His teeth were grit, but not barred, and his muscles tensed unexpectedly forcing him to still in his movements. He would have to get used to the burning sandpaper feeling if he hoped to move anytime soon; he expected that it would be easier to take the more time wore on.

Mello was startled as he was suddenly lifted into the air; his arms immediately going around Matt's neck despite the irritation that sparked from the act.

"Put me the fuck down!" he snarled. Matt shouldn't have been doing that for several reasons. First and foremost that he was still injured, no matter how slightly, whether he liked it or not and secondly that Mello was not one to be carried whatever the reason.

"Stop struggling and maybe I will." Matt snickered softly and only tightened his grip. Blue eyes narrowed and as his muscles relaxed and he stopped fidgeting Mello knew he had lost. He hissed as Matt kissed his cheek and he ignored the smirk he was rewarded with as he was lowered into the hot bath water only moments later.

He shivered unexpectedly at the change in temperature before the warmth caught up with him and his skin prickled unpleasantly from the heat that engulfed him. The water was almost too hot.

Matt stepped into the small bath behind him and Mello's irritation faded away slightly as he was pulled to rest against Matt's chest. And despite the fact that he was supposed to be the one taking care of Matt, not the other way around, it felt nice.

"I'm going to have to wrap your wounds again after this." Mello mumbled, though his thoughts were really on nothing in particular. He attributed it to the warmth of the water and how it seemed to sooth him into relaxing. He didn't usually take warm showers for the exact same reason. But for this once he supposed that it was alright.

"Is that all you think about these days? Me and L?" Matt questioned as his fingers slid along Mello's arms, though not in an overly sensual manor. It was only after an oddly perfumed scent reached his nose did Mello grasp that Matt had opened the bottle of body wash that sat on the edge of the bath.

"For the moment, yes. But you were always in my thoughts for one reason or another." he admitted almost lazily as Matt's fingers trailed across his chest and danced their way down to his stomach but never played any lower.

He couldn't understand it really, how comfortable he was with Matt, how comfortable he had always been with him; the only exception being when he had distanced himself and thrown all his time and energy into running the Mafiya and getting closer to L. He had never even been all that comfortable around his family before their deaths, so it was surprising he could even have moments like that. Like the night before. Like every calm moment he had with Matt.

"Stop thinking so much. I know we have a lot of important things coming up soon, so just relax while you can, alright?" Matt whispered by his ear and the warm breaths made him shiver.

"Who says I want to relax?" he mumbled back, eyes half closing in response to the lazy patterns Matt's fingers drew on his stomach. The touch was soft, almost tickling in a way, and yet soothing.

Matt laughed softly, the sound reverberating through Mello's back, as Matt brought his lips to his scarred ear and gently nipped at it; Mello gasped and despite himself, arched into the touch. "The fact that you aren't hard yet says that all you want to do is relax." Matt told him, hand gently sliding over his soft flesh, with what Mello would have called smugness, but Matt had never been smug, not even when he'd had the right to be.

"You think I'm the type to get hard from that?" Mello asked dangerously, though he couldn't muster up any real annoyance at it.

"Yes Mello, you are. And when you aren't half asleep I'll prove it to you." Matt stopped stroking him, and as though proof to Matt's earlier statement Mello wasn't hard in the slightest, and took a glob of the body wash and slipped his hand back under the water to massage Mello's legs. Mello finally gave in and simply let Matt do as he wished for the moment. He wasn't in any position to argue, and really, Matt was right. He wanted to relax...

Mello was slightly surprised to find that some of the places Matt massaged had been sore; sex with Matt had been more exercise than half of the things he had to do in the Mafiya. That or he had gotten complacent, but Mello doubted that one.

Matt shifted suddenly, Mello's body sliding further down so that his head was nearly under the water, chin resting precariously above the surface. He tried to wriggle upwards but Matt didn't allow him to and he instantly stilled as he felt a pressure at his abused hole. "Sorry about that." Matt told him and the unpleasant ache left, leaving Mello to relax again. He wouldn't have stopped Matt, if the hardness that he felt was an erection like the believed it was, if the redhead had wanted to have sex again, though he was relieved that he could simply lie there for the moment.

Matt's soaped up fingers turned their attention to Mello's chest and sides, short fingernails scraping at him lightly in a way that had shivers running down Mello's spine. His skin tingled pleasantly and Mello lost himself in the sensations and allowed Matt to care for him, if only for that moment.

Sometime later Mello vaguely registered that he had been lifted, dripping water everywhere, from the bath though he hadn't opened his eyes to confirm it. And even as is body began to cool, a slightly chilly feeling attaching itself to him, he drifted even further in to the haze that had settled across his mind.

But for once, he wasn't worried about the consequences of slipping off, Matt was there and Mello trusted him... with everything.

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Mello came to awareness the moment the fingers began to softly massage his scalp and blinked almost blurrily at the Matt shaped shadow above him. The lights in the room were out and the curtains drawn making it impossible to tell the time.

Mello was slightly confused as a hand went over his eyes but as the rooms' light was switched on he understood. Though Matt could have simply told him to close his eyes. He blinked slightly, his eyelashes hitting the palm of Matt's hand before he pushed the appendage away.

The light was too bright and hurt his eyes but it was better to get it over with. He withheld a yawn as his eyes finally adjusted to the light, which was actually dim.

"You missed two calls, one of them from Near."

Mello sat up quickly, instantly regretting it, but didn't allow so much as a twitch of his lips at the pain that assaulted him, though it was far less than when he had first woken, however long ago in the day that had been. Mello supposed that the fact he had even been able to fall back asleep again meant all the stress, noticeable or not, had finally caught up with him. That and Matt had tired him out.

"What did Near want?" he managed to ask as he adjusted his position on the bed, while he wondered how exactly Matt had gotten him out of the bath and into bed without waking him; he had even gotten him into a pair of boxers. He had forgotten about the call that had originally woken him that morning... it had probably been Yuriy.

"He said that Yuriy had called when he couldn't get a hold of you, wanting to know what to do about the Fedorov brothers." Matt sounded amused as well as curious. Not a good combination in Mello's mind.

"They are smalltime Mafiya thugs trying to gain favor with someone, anyone, of a higher position. They've begun to edge in on our area. They succeeded in the first part and we cant get rid of them as they have begun to interest some of our associates." Mello told the redhead; he was hesitant to even tell him that much, but from the interested look Matt had let slip, it had been the right thing.

"So are you going to call Near or this Yuriy guy?" Matt asked as he handed out Mello's phone. Mello debated for a moment before deciding that Near could pass on the message; he seemed quite comfortable in speaking with Yuriy and it might give the albino something to do other than his usual. He didn't really want Near or Matt associated with the Mafiya, but Yuriy had already contacted Near outside of Mello's orders so it was unavoidable.

"I'm going to text Near. Phone calls are too awkward with him."

Matt laughed in response, knowing it was all too true. He didn't mind too much, when Matt leaned over his shoulder to watch him type into the device, though he did get slightly annoyed as Matt's chin rested on his shoulder. He sent the text and shut the phone before tossing it to the other side of the bed.

"What did that mean?"

Mello knew Matt was referencing to the odd phrasing he had used and sighed. "Simply for Yuriy to do whatever he feels like without killing them. Though missing limbs are perfectly ok."

"Your mind scares me sometimes Mello." Matt gave him a lopsided grin and a shake of his head. Though it didn't appear that Matt was bothered by it too much as Mello suddenly found himself straddled by the redhead, lips over his own and Matt's tongue in his mouth. At that instant, Mello couldn't imagine why he had wanted to keep Matt at arms length for the simple reason of safety.

He was much safer there and under Mello's watch than he was elsewhere, it having been proven.

That and Matt had seemed to have awakened some dormant hormones in him as he got aroused far too easily from such simple contact that had Mello craving him to a point that separation would have been hell.

He groaned as Matt ground against him; the feeling of Matt's echoing hardness sent sparks of pleasure though him as his brain registered the contact. Matt's mouth left his and began to trail its way across his jaw, down to his throat where he sucked long enough for Mello to know he would have a bruise in the next day, and past his nipples to nip along his lower stomach.

Mello wasn't sure where Matt was going with everything but was more then content to let him do as he pleased. He sucked in a large breath as Matt tugged his boxers down his legs and freed his erection.

Matt smirked up at him and stuck his tongue out to lick along the shaft as he shoved Mello's legs out of the way for better access. His tongue slowly traced the vein underneath and Mello flinched slightly at the unexpected kisses planted at the head.

He watched, entranced, as Matt opened his mouth to take the head in briefly, smirking at him as he removed his mouth and repeated the process until Mello thought about simply grabbing himself and jerking off just to spite Matt.

But despite that Mello still tossed his head back when Matt's sinful lips finally wrapped more fully around him, encasing him completely; Mello couldn't stop his hand from tangling his fingers in the redheads soft hair and pushing that hot mouth even closer.

Having close to zero experience in the area of sex Mello had never enjoyed a blowjob before, and damn if he wasn't enjoying it then. "Fuck. Matt..." he moaned; a sound low and needy in his throat, something he couldn't have held back had he tried.

His hips jerked up to Matt, forcing him to take even more of his erection into his mouth. The redhead's mouth was wet and so damn hot that Mello couldn't think coherently. Mello pried his eyes open and forced himself, in his blissfully pleasured state, to glance at Matt once more.

The redheads' mouth was stretched as he expertly worked Mello's cock, face flushed slightly and a look of utter concentration on his features as the erection slid in and out of his mouth. That was all it took for Mello to come, back arching like a cat with Matt's name on his lips and toes curling almost painfully as he shot his load into Matt's waiting mouth.

He laid panting, chest heaving, as Matt crawled up his body to kiss him gently on the mouth with the bitter taste of his own seed spreading across his lips from the contact. "Goddamn Matt..." he whispered breathlessly and re-tangled his fingers in that disheveled mess of red hair.

It took a few long moments for his breathing to calm enough for his attention to go beyond the rise and fall of his own chest. He could clearly feel Matt's hard on pressed against him and knew he would feel guilty if he left Matt to take care of it on his own like he supposed the redhead meant to.

He pressed his mouth to Matt's and teasingly trailed a hand down to Matt's jeans and popped the button before any objections could be made; though from the soft groan released against his mouth as his hand found its way inside the boxers there were none.

Hips rocked against him as he gripped the hardened flesh in his hand and stroked. Matt was trembling above him with need, the shakes so strong Mello felt them in their kisses. Matt broke away and gasped when he squeezed the base and jerked him harshly a few times before going back to his teasing. Matt rested his forehead against him, their lips just out of reach, and Mello felt his warm labored breath caress his face.

Mello decided that he loved Matt like that. His face flushed from exertion, eyes shut tightly in ecstasy and so utterly under his control. He could stop, remove his hand from Matt and leave him to finish himself, or he could continue for a short while longer and make Matt soil himself. Mello's own heart rate quickened at the small, but exuberant feeling, accompanied from the knowledge of just how powerful his current position was. How much Matt trusted him...

Matt's breath hitched, making Mello grin widely, and he sped up the motions of his hand while he gripped Matt's hair tighter and forced their lips together. Mello's tongue invaded his mouth, running it across every bump and crevice as he finished Matt off.

The soft moan Matt let out sent pleasing vibrations through their joined mouths and moments later a sticky substance coated his fingers as Matt came hard with quick jerks of his hips. Mello had just barely managed to remove his hand from the boxers before Matt collapsed atop him, nearly winding him in the process.

"Damn you tire me out." he mumbled to the redhead who snorted in response and made no move to roll off him. Mello shook his head with a roll of his eyes and wrapped his arms around Matt, not so secretly wiping his sticky fingers on Matt's shirt. Served him right as he had started it.

"You can do wash for that." Matt mumbled into his neck making him sigh. He didn't really care at the moment. He was tired, but knowing that he had only recently woken was more than enough to keep sleep at bay. He couldn't go to sleep every time he and Matt did something. Otherwise he had a feeling all they would accomplish was sleep and sex; his lips tugged into a smile of their own accord, and he had to remind himself that it was a bad thing.

"What time is it?" he questioned his... what was Matt to him. Lover? Boyfriend? Could Matt be classified to him as something other than... Matt? He sighed softly. Those were the type of thoughts he didn't have time to deal with for the moment.

"Well it was sometime around six before I woke you."

Mello froze in his motions, fingers stopping their unconscious motions along the redheads spine. Six? They had practically slept the entire day away! Or at least he had...

"You haven't' missed anything. And I know that you have gone over your plans with a fine toothed comb so stop worrying so much. All the stress is going to kill you if you aren't careful." Matt told him seriously, lifting his head to look at him.

"I doubt I'm stressed at the moment. I don't have the energy right now to manage it." he muttered and watched Matt's serious expression turn into that of amusement.

"I guess i'll just have to continue to make sure you're too tired to stress then." Matt kissed him and Mello could feel him grin into it. He sighed, what the hell had he gotten himself into?

So much for being a Mafiya boss... but he found he didn't mind too much.

-End Clean-

AN: You have no idea how hard it was for me not to write bath sex... but Mello's poor ass needed a break. :)

And DAMN i have no idea where the blowjob scene came from... i sat down to write and then BAM suddenly Matt was all up on him...

Anyway...