End Transmission

AN: This chapter got away from me. Though I doubt any of you will care. -_-;

Suggested Listening: The Kiss by Karmina; Let Go by The Spill Canvas

Chapter Twenty-Six: Car

Mello awoke to lips on his neck and a hand trailing lazily across his stomach, pressing against the spot that made him shiver, and sometimes the hand even dipped to stroke his morning erection. He shuddered as Matt dug his nails into his penis and Mello unconsciously arched into him.

"Fuck Matt.. can't you let me sleep in peace?" Mello moaned, though he knew he wasn't fooling anyone as bucked against the erection digging into his thigh. Perhaps sleeping on his side had been a bad idea.

"You want to go back to sleep?" Matt laughed and withdrew his hands and mouth and Mello growled.

"You woke me up now do something about it." he demanded, still half asleep and wondering where his self-control had gone. He hummed contentedly as warm hands slid over his hips and down his backside. Matt nibbled along Mello's neck, over by his ear, while his fingers teased his hole.

Mello hissed a little as dry fingers stretched him but willed himself to ignore the discomfort. He wondered at his willingness to submit to Matt so damn easily despite his decision to wait on topping.

"Move your leg..." Matt breathed into his ear and he complied with the hand guiding him; his knee was brought up to his chest and he gripped the sheets as Matt slowly pressed into him. He had gone in dry and it stung more than Mello would have admitted.

Sex that morning was slow and unrushed and teasingly sensual. It left them both panting in the aftermath of a mind-blowing orgasm.

"You can't tell me you minded me waking you up." Matt stated as his warm breath caressed Mello's shoulder, cooling him despite the warmth. He could only hum his response, too comfortable with Matt half draped across him to do much else.

Matt laughed at him and twisted him to lie on his back and underneath the redhead who's lips descended on him. Mello was quite aware of the lack of clothing they still wore, the heat of the others skin, but felt no pull that indicated he would get hard again soon; he wasn't worried as Matt's penis was still soft against him as well.

He sighed into the kiss and wondered about the brilliance of letting Matt get his way so much.

Mello liked having Matt at his mercy and under his control, and just the thought of what it might feel like to be inside of him sent shivers down his spine, but despite that he found that he didn't mind Matt taking control and dominating him. He couldn't understand it as it went against his nature…

"So Mello..." Matt began, pulling away from his lips leaving Mello feeling oddly incomplete, and slid his legs to straddle him.

"Your informant is Matsuda. How'd you pull that one off?"

Mello realized that he shouldn't have been surprised as Matt had proven again and again that he noticed a great many things while keeping his attention on his games. He shook his head, damp hair sticking to the side of his face, and smiled a little at him. "How could you tell? His acting was flawless."

And it was true. Matsuda was so completely in character that had Mello not known him before he might have assumed that was the mans actual personality. And while the man really was too soft to have been much help to Mello in the mafiya, he made a great informant. Though if asked he would only say Matsuda was adequate.

"Don't know if I should be offended or not..." Matt told him, obviously referring to Mello's previous surprise. "It was the way that he deliberately and conveniently directed the conversation in the direction it needed to go for Yagami to come to the correct decisions regarding L. Yagami is a genius, that I can tell, but how he hasn't noticed Matsuda yet I don't know."

Matt's reasoning was correct, in all areas. "Well let's hope he never does." he mumbled. Despite liking to work on his own, or he supposed at least including people he trusted completely, he needed Matsuda as an inside source.

"I think that... perhaps Yagami trusts him to be too loyal to do anything of the sort so he ignores all the signs, if he even see's them." Mello stared at Matt for a moment, head cocked to the side, before he reached up and pulled Matt in for another kiss. God how he loved that boys mind.

And he trusted Matt's insight better than his own in that area, despite being a recluse, Matt was the best judge of a person out of him and Near. Matt was the least emotionally... damaged. Though Mello liked to believe they were catching up to the redhead, albeit slowly.

"Mhhm. As much as I'd love to stay like this, we need to shower and leave. We are over our time by a good hour already and I'd rather no one walked in on us." Matt told him as he unpinned him. Mello frowned. Matt made him loose his sense of time so easily...

He accepted the hand held out to him and he winced slightly as he stood. Matt penetrating him dry left him sore. He ignored Matt's knowing grin, instead walking to the bathroom the room had come with. He half thought about locking Matt out, but decided it wasn't worth it. Matt would just pick the lock anyway.

To his surprise, the redhead behaved and simply allowed them to wash off without it turning into sex, despite Matt soaping him up. He toweled himself dry and didn't let himself think on how fast things had changed, just how close he had let Matt get to him...

Love or not... Mello had never been that close to anyone, even when they were at Wammys, and it was a hard thing to accept... to get used to. Gooseflesh pimpled across the skin of his arm where Matt's fingers touched him, ran along him teasingly. It was difficult... but Mello was surprising even himself with how much he didn't mind the changes.

He watched Matt as he dressed himself, long legs slipping into those tight jeans and creamy skin being hidden with layers of fabric. He felt the stirrings in his lower half and regretfully pulled his gaze free before it became a problem.

He tugged on his leather and had the flies laced before Matt had even looked over, goggles covering his eyes once more. "I assume we aren't going directly back to the apartment?" Matt questioned as he lit a cigarette. Mello frowned at the cancer stick but ignored it as he zipped up his vest.

"No we're not. If you have to get anything then we will do it right now. Just because we were here overnight doesn't mean we aren't being watched." Matt sighed at him and got his boots on as Mello looked around for his own. That was the problem with flinging things around during sex. You can't always find them afterwards when you needed them.

"I think I saw one under the bed." Matt commented from the couch as he watched him. Mello rolled his eyes. "How very helpful Matt, just sit on your ass and point me in the right direction." he muttered sarcastically.

Matt smirked and pointed to the bed; Mello simply ignored him at that point. He got onto his hands and knees, having to crawl halfway under the bed in the process, but did find one of his boots. He had to wiggle a bit to get back out from under the bed, but with no damage done to his person he decided it had been worth it. He did need that boot...

He still didn't know where the other one was. "Sure the other one isn't under there Mello?" Mello arched an eyebrow at Matt's comment before it dawned on him.

"You just wanted to watch my ass. Fucker."

"No, I really had seen the boot under there." Matt told him innocently as he put his hands up in the customary 'I surrender' position, though the smirk he wore told a different story. The boot had probably only been half under the bed and had been kicked the rest of the way.

Horny bastard.

"Your other boot is behind the bathroom door. I have no idea how it got there though. I didn't think I flung it that hard..." Matt trailed off and sounded thoughtful. Mello wondered if he should be wary of their next sexual encounter but then decided he simply didn't care and went to retrieve the boot. Sure enough it was right behind the bathroom door; Matt obviously hadn't wanted him to find it immediately.

Hadn't he been the one who wanted to leave?

Or had it simply been the fact he hadn't wanted them to get caught with their pants down, quite literally?

In the end he never voiced the thought and finally slipped his jacket and sunglasses on. "I'll leave first and you wait a few minutes. We're parked in different spots anyway. Call me and tell me what you want to do." he told the redhead and once he received a nod he left the hotel room. He needed to return the key.

Just as the day before, the teller gave him an odd look, but once seeing that the bill had already been paid, wished him a good day. Fucking ingrates, Mello thought. He stalked out of the building, irritated but not angry, and after making sure he wasn't being followed, that he could see, he got to his bike and waited. He didn't want to be on the road when Matt called.

He waited impatiently for almost fifteen minutes, and just when worry had begun to creep into his mind a car honked at him. Matt sat in his car, windows rolled down despite the cold, and waved him over. "You used tracked my phone didn't you?" he accused, though he wasn't actually annoyed with the redhead. Not yet.

Matt shrugged and blew smoke in the opposite direction, which Mello appreciated. "Want to grab something to eat? Can be take-out for all I care."

He leaned against the car in thought. Although it had been some time since they had set foot in a real restaurant, not since they were practically children, he decided that it couldn't be risked. L might not be looking in their area yet, or at least there was no indication, but he didn't want to leave any traces of them either. "Take-out. And make sure you erase the video surveillance for the hotel." he said as an afterthought.

"What do you think took me so long? I wasn't taking fifteen minutes to track you." he was close enough to see Matt roll his eyes and frowned at him.

"Do I want to know what you did with the other five minutes?"

Matt laughed. "Probably not. Might give you nightmares."

The problem with Matt was that he couldn't always tell when he was joking. Though from the odd quark of his lips, he was that time. Had he taken any longer Mello would have suspected he'd been jerking off.

"You can choose, I don't really care where we go." he hesitated but gave Matt a quick kiss, which had the gamer grinning, and hopped onto his bike.

Matt really was making him soft. He shook his head and followed Matt out of the parking lot. It hadn't been what he'd planned on doing, the entire point of not being seen together going out the window, but he found he didn't mind too much.

He sighed heavily as Matt pulled into the drive through of some American burger joint; trust Matt to be in Japan and still eat that greasy hamburger shit. He was going to have to do a grocery run to make sure he had stuff to cook for the rest of the week. They were going to die of a heart attack at this rate before L could even get to them, or Mello get him. He didn't bother to call Matt to see if he would order for him, he knew better after taking them there. At least it wasn't strictly a burger place, though he knew that's what Matt would get, so Mello didn't have to eat them.

He watched Matt pull up to the drive through to wait and he glanced over the menu. Chicken sandwich, fries and chocolate cake it was. The service was quick, which meant the food was about as good as garbage, though it smelt good whilst in the bag.

He followed Matt out of the parking lot and was curious as Matt pulled in behind another place and parked, they were lucky enough to be in an area that actually had parking spaces.

Figuring Matt wanted him for something he grabbed his food after he secured his bike and opened the passenger side door to see Matt grinning at him. "It's better scenery than our apartment." Matt commented as he set down his syrupy drink. And sadly Mello had to agree. That, and Matt probably knew that once they were home it was back to work.

Mello had to contact Matsuda as well as Yuriy and inform Near of what was going on. Then he had to plan. He'd had to change plans when Matt had been injured, and L's trail had grown cold by that point. But he was far from out of ideas.

L was gearing up to go against organized crime, but Mello wasn't going to make it easy for him. And neither was his mafiya once he had Yuriy break it to them. Mello kept a tight lid on the information and had intended to keep it that way until he knew what he wanted to do but he had begun to wonder if letting the men stew and become anxious wasn't a better solution. They would be more aggressive, but more likely to listen to orders if it meant getting one step ahead of the law.

"Mello, stop thinking. Leave that for later." Matt told him softly. Mello blinked and looked to Matt who pointed at his hands; his sandwich already half gone without even having realized he had opened it. He sighed. He took a bite and realized he would have been happier had he eaten the entire thing whilst unaware. It tasted awful.

"Don't look so sour." Matt mumbled around a burger and Mello couldn't contain his glare.

"We'll stop and get you a salad or something, will that make you happy?" Mello couldn't tell if the redhead was being sarcastic or not and deigned not to answer. Just because he didn't like to feel his arteries clogging didn't mean he liked salads.

He finished the last few bites of the sandwich and took only one bite of the chocolate cake and nearly gagged. He decided he was going to buy himself and entire box of expensive chocolate just for having to shove that disgusting shit down his throat.

"Lets get going. We need supplies and I need chocolate now." he hadn't planned on staying at the hotel for so long and had run out of the confection. He had hoped to get his fix from the cake but that wasn't happening anytime soon; he would rather eat a box of sidewalk chalk than take another bite of the other.

Matt sighed and took one last burger from the bag and crumpled the paper up and tossed it from the window as Mello made to open the door. "Why don't we just come back for the bike. Any shopping place is bound to be busy so finding two parking spaces will be difficult if not impossible."

He sighed at Matt's logic. He hated to admit the redhead was right so simply settled for making sure the door was secured and leaned back in the seat, arms crossed. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see Matt smirk as he stuffed the burger into his mouth and started the car. What the hell happened to the days when Matt simply stayed silent and sometimes muttered something perverted under his breath?

Then again... Mello didn't really miss those days.

"Do you even know where you are going?" he finally asked. He wanted his chocolate and wanted to go home, though he wasn't looking foreword to working on anything; Matt's lazy habits must have rubbed off on him.

"No clue. Just thought I'd wing it."

And that was exactly what Mello had thought. He didn't comment on it though and simply waited for Matt to find a place, which he did...eventually. Japan was so completely different from Russia that Mello found himself watching the people and the buildings. He had been born in Russia, but hadn't ever really been able to enjoy it, and now... he longed to go back.

But there was too much to do for him to get lost in nostalgia. He shook off the feeling and the second Matt found a spot to park in, not exactly a parking space either, he was out of the car with his hood and glassed pulled on; he knew Matt had followed him from the thunk of the boots on the walkway.

"We are here to get essentials and no, before you ask, frozen food and energy drinks are not essentials." Matt muttered something under his breath and Mello knew it was probably best he hadn't heard it. One less thing for him to get pissed at.

He wasn't really worried about losing Matt in the store, even less when he noticed Matt hadn't wandered off like Mello had thought he would, with the small size. It had produce and that was all Mello cared about. That and canned foods. Granted he would have to make due with the Japanese foods but there were some dishes that weren't bad.

He wondered if there was a specialty store or something that would have more normal fruits and vegetables, he was fine with daikon but he wasn't all that certain Matt would eat it. Then again it would be diced up so he didn't have to know about it. He added it to the small basket he had taken on the way in and noticed with surprise as Matt added a few things into the basket as well.

Or maybe he shouldn't be surprised. Japan was the country that made a lot of the redheads games, and Matt did know how to speak it. He just hadn't thought Matt would be willing to eat things from it other than the snacks.

"If you put up with me cooking you can go grab some snacks." Matt looked up from his game and his lips twitched upwards briefly before he left. Mello had a feeling that Matt would have gone out and grabbed stuff anyway, at least this way Matt would eat whatever was made without complaining, though he was generally alright about it.

He was somehow unsurprised as Matt came back with his own basket filled entirely with snacks, though Mello did note that there were bars of chocolate in there. "What are those?" Mello asked as he squinted to read the fine print on one of the can that jutted out of the side.

"It's coffee. Well, ice coffee." Matt shrugged. "They don't have any sort of drinks I like so these will do."

Mello got the feeling that Matt would end up liking those far more than his precious energy drinks. They were probably better for him too. He would have to compare the cans later; he knew Matt still had at least one can of the other at home.

Matt followed him around as he picked up a few more items, adding his own to Mello's basket every once and a while. They ended up with far more than Mello had wanted to get but he supposed that was what he got for allowing Matt to get snacks. He wouldn't complain though as he saw the amount of chocolate Matt had picked out for him.

Though he didn't wonder about Matt's sanity at the strawberry chocolate...

He handed over some American bills, the only currency that mostly everyone took, and was given money back in Yen, he stuffed it in Matt's vest pocket and grabbed some of the bags and left the rest for Matt.

"We should have gotten a place with a working elevator." Matt grumbled, a new cigarette in his mouth, as he stumbled over to the backseat with his load of bags. Mello rolled his eyes and waited impatiently for the door to open while he silently agreed. The elevator had been broken since they had gotten there.

"You could always attempt to fix it."

Matt looked dubiously at him and he grinned. The second the passenger side was unlocked Mello was inside. While it wasn't as cold as Russia had been this time of year, it was still enough to cause chills. He fiddled with the cars heating and found it would only turn on to a low setting before it quit completely. "Piece of junk."

"You're in a mood aren't you? You just want things to complain about." Matt laughed softly at him and Mello chose to ignore him for the duration of the ride back to his bike, which was still there in the small space. He had half expected it to have been stolen or damaged.

"Hey Mello?"

He looked over at the tone of voice and was greeted with Matt's lips. He sucked in a breath and tasted smoke and something almost cinnamon like. Matt's fingers were behind his head, pushing them closer and he could feel the stirrings in his groin. Fuck, the things he does to me, Mello thought.

Matt mumbled his name and attempted to tug Mello out of his seat and onto his lap with little success. He was going to blame Matt for this. Completely blame him, if they were caught by someone.

"This is the last fucking time today." he growled as he straddled the grinning redhead. Damn, Matt made him loose control so fucking easily. He ground his erection into Matt and loved the low groan he received. The windows had long ago been rolled up though it was still unbearably cold in the car, there would be no taking off of clothing unless necessary.

He sucked on Matt's bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth as he unzipped the gamers jeans and freed his erection from mushroom printed boxers. Matt jerked against him, seeking the friction wrought by his hand, but Mello wasn't about to let him do that just yet and moved his hand away much to Matt's disappointment.

Instead he yanked off his gloves, cold fingers or not he want about to fondle Matt with them on. They were expensive. He tossed them to the dashboard and trailed his fingers across the redheads jean covered thighs, mouth closing over the others after finally tiring of playing with his lip.

Matt groaned softly into his mouth as he ran his fingers along the underside of the erection and nearly grinned at Matt's frustration when he pulled away again. A tongue was shoved into his mouth and Mello felt the pressure of fingers at his fly laces and debated on weather or not to cooperate when it was taken out of his hands as Matt shoved the leather down his hips and over the curve of his ass. Matt had gotten quick at undoing the laces...

He heard Matt fumbling with something but was instantly distracted as Matt ground against him, pressing their erections together.

Mello jerked at something cold and wet swirling around his hole and glared as Matt silently pointed to the neglected soda cup off to the side. He was using a fucking ice cube!

"I know you have lube in here, so why do you feel the need to make my ass freeze unnecessarily?" he hissed, though to his disappointment it turned into a soft moan as Matt slipped his fingers inside him, ice cube included. He shut his eyes and unconsciously jerked back onto the fingers, moaning softly.

"You don't sound like you care all that much..." Matt trailed off and Mello knew why the second Matt's erection stretched him further than his fingers ever could have. He slapped Matt's hands away and lowered himself until Matt was fully inside of him.

"You're getting good at this Mello." Matt whispered to him, breath ghosting across his lips, as he thrust into him. There was minimal pain and Mello wondered how he had gotten used to it so quickly. He rose up and with Matt's hands guiding his hips they easily entered into a rhythm.

His exposed parts had been freezing but from the combined heat of Matt's cock throbbing inside of him and the exertion of the actual sex he could feel heat spread across him easily. His motions faulted for a second as Matt removed one of his hands and started to pump him, cool fingers gliding across his penis slowly and deliberately.

The cars windows had fogged up and the air had gotten warmer despite their breath still coming out into the air as little white clouds. Mello rested his head against Matt's shoulder and used his hands to steady himself as he forced himself down harder, trying to make Matt strike his prostate with every roll of his hips.

Matt's lips had turned their attention to his neck, what he could reach of it, and Mello grit his teeth as Matt's tongue molested the exposed skin. When Matt bite down on him he didn't expect it to instantly send him over the edge.

He tossed his head back with a silent cry and Matt moved with him as he leaned back further, taking every inch of Matt into him as he spurted his semen against Matt's vest. They both started in alarm as the cars horn went off; Mello having been pressed too hard against it.

He laughed breathlessly and leaned away from the horn, still rocking against Matt until the redhead released, laughing slightly, inside of him. His heart pounded in his chest from the scare and current exhaustion, and despite the sticky feeling he was left with as Matt pulled out of him, he didn't regret it. They weren't going to have sex in the car again, but for that once was fine.

"Why do I get the feeling you're not going to let me do this in the car again?" Matt mumbled against him. He tiredly yanked up his leathers and watched with a raised eyebrow as Matt laced them for him.

"That's because I'm not. Too fucking messy. You can get these dry-cleaned now, I'm not having my leather smell like sex." Matt snorted at him and patted his ass teasingly. Mello couldn't win. He moved back into his own seat and squirmed slightly at the squishy feeling and grimaced as it only got worse as he stepped out of the vehicle.

"I'll see you at the apartment." he called, noting how Matt had lit a cigarette, as he shut the door. He mounted his bike and took a quick glance at the car, rolling his eyes at the completely fogged up windows. That wasn't obvious at all.

He shifted in his seat uncomfortably and sighed as he revved the engine. It was going to be a long ride home.

-End Car-

AN: Touta Matsuda.

Yes, you got it. Matsuda is the informant. Now here me out before all you matsuda haters complain. (anyone not having a problem feel free to skip XD)

Here is my take; Matsuda isn't as stupid as everyone makes him out to be, he couldn't be a detective otherwise. His main problem is that he tries too hard (though I suppose he could be called simple minded) and ends up making a mess of things because of it. It's not surprising with how much everyone puts him down, wouldn't you want to prove yourself if all they asked of you was to get their coffee? He is loyal to a fault and far too trusting, and those can be assets as well as problems. If anyone read the manga (the end of it) you know how Matsuda can end up.

He is not in my favorite characters list, but neither do I dislike him.