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Suggested Listening: 18 Days by Saving Abel; Your love is my Drug by Ke$ha

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Fool

Mello had been more than happy to get back to the apartment and had hardly locked the door before he had stripped his clothing to walk naked into the bathroom. He needed another shower despite having had one not all that long ago. Had it not been for the trail of semen making its way down his leg he might have forgone one until later.

He scrubbed himself quickly as he knew that Matt wouldn't take all that long to get there. And while Matt had behaved himself earlier he doubted the redhead would do so again.

Mello had just finished toweling himself off when he heard the door slam. Matt had probably kicked it shut again. But as Mello thought on it, Matt had the groceries so he wouldn't have had any available hands.

He wrapped the towel around his waist and slipped from the bathroom, hoping to get some clothing on before he was noticed. "Mello give me a hand will you!" Matt called out to him. He sighed and padded barefoot into the kitchen where he spied Matt with his arms full, literally.

And he looked about ready to drop a few of the bags actually.

He shook his head and took a few of the bags, placing them on the counter, and felt Matt eyeing him. Just knowing that he was being eye raped was enough to make him shiver pleasantly. But he had things to do, and Matt was not included in that list for the moment.

He reached his hand into the bag and pulled out a plastic container only to drop it at the arms winding around him.

Mello sucked in a breath as Matt was suddenly pressed against his back and an erection ground into him with the soft motions of Matt's hips. Mello could feel it so completely through the thin fabric of the towel and it made it nearly impossible not to respond to it.

"Shouldn't you be out of the phase of wanting to fuck something every five minutes yet?" he wondered if Matt was making up for lost time. Hell Mello hadn't even seen him get randomly hard those last few years when Mello himself had had that problem. Mafiya or not did not exempt him from teenage hormones.

"Mello, I don't know if you remember, but we aren't even eighteen yet. We still have another year of that afterwards for the hormones to fuck with us. Though I doubt it will affect me any." Matt told him, and though he couldn't see his face from his position he knew Matt was sporting a grin.

"Aren't I just so fucking lucky. You h-horny bastard." he stumbled on his words as Matt bit along his neck, along the flesh that had already been made sensitive from their earlier escapade in the car.

"Not my fault I get hard from just looking at you. You're the one walking around in a towel anyway." Matt commented and Mello heard his zipper being undone as a hand went under the towel to slide along the curve of his ass. He shuddered at the sensation and just gave in. He had lost the moment Matt had first touched him.

He felt a spark of excitement coil in his stomach at the familiar sensation of Matt's skin sliding against him; he leaned foreword onto the counter, elbows near the edge, as he bent himself for the redhead.

Matt shifted Mello's legs further apart and grabbed something from his left and Mello narrowed his eyes at what he saw.

"Dish soap, you're using dish soap? Don't you fucking dare!" he snarled; the ice cube from earlier had been bad enough. Matt simply smacked his ass, causing a sharp intake of breath, and skipped stretching him to simply push past the ring of muscles gently.

"Oh fuck..." Matt filled him completely from that angle and had hit his prostate dead on. Mello's arms were stretched out across the tables smooth surface, fingers curled desperately into the top as he tried to simply breathe.

Matt leaned against him, his chest heating Mello's back, and let his lips wander across his shoulders, kissing and sucking the smooth skin. His heart pounded in his chest, the feeling of anticipation growing with each snap of Matt's hips against him, with each time his thighs struck the counter from the force of Matt slamming into him.

Mello's head rolled to the side allowing Matt to nip at his exposed skin. Matt had an obsession with marking him it seemed, but Mello was far past complaining. He shivered at the sensation of the towel finally sliding free of his body, its smoothness feeling like fire across his bare skin.

Matt's breathing was harsh and his breath hot against his skin and it left him shivering in its wake. He loved the soft grunts that burst forth from the redheads mouth, loved that he could do that to the usually calm gamer.

Though he knew Matt did just he same to him; his fingers scratching at the surface of the table and the gasps breaching his lips case in point.

Matt was quick and ruthless with his thrusting, aiming for the same spot inside him each time and Mello had a hard time keeping pace with the pleasure running through him; Matt didn't seem to mind though as his fingers trailed like ice across his heated flesh, simply touching him.

"Matt-" he warned breathlessly; he shut his eyes and tried to calm the thudding of his heart against his ribcage, but with every thrust it only beat harder, it was almost intoxicating in a way.

He was close, so close to the edge that he welcomed the tightening of his balls and the furious coil in his belly, so much so in fact that the moment Matt's fingers wrapped around him, stroked him, touched him, his orgasm ripped through him so fiercely that the only thing that held him in place was Matt as he banged him into the counter.

Matt let out a low moan as he came and Mello couldn't help the shiver that went through him at the sound. He was thrust into a few more times before Matt collapsed atop him, both still upright by some miracle.

Mello took in gasping breaths and stayed slumped against the counter and simply listened to the beating of his heart in his ears. He was hot, the nap of his neck sweaty, and dirty and knew that another shower was in order despite knowing that he really had things to do.

Matt's fingers gently slid up and across his sides in an almost ticklish manor but it only served to relax him. He sucked in a deep breath as Matt slid out of him, leaving him feeling utterly empty at the void of contact. He groaned loudly at the sound of his cell phone ringing and shakily righted himself, legs strained from his pervious position.

He knew Matt watched him as he padded, naked, over to his phone and despite that he managed to answer with a completely contained voice. Matt had really frayed his control. So very completely.

"Mello, I can't talk long as I'm supposed to be going to the bathroom." Matsuda's voice came out as nothing more than a whisper and Mello knew it had to be something important for him to be taking such a risk.

"Alright, what's going on?"

"We were having one of our huge meetings about the crime rate going up and such, when out of the blue a man whose face was completely covered walked up and placed a laptop on the table-"

Mello's eyes widened, could he really be making his move-

"- and a gothic letter 'L' popped up on screen. L said he was going to help up make a move on crime, starting with the main organize crime syndicates. Damn I have to go, make sure to lie low for a while and don't draw attention to yourself... at least I'd like for you to do so." Matsuda hissed the last part and Mello wondered if he had always had that much of a backbone as the connection cut. But what worried him, was that L was making his move, sooner than Mello had thought.

He needed to get Yuriy informed on everything, and Near as well.

He needed to plan and make sure everyone knew what was going on; he had waited too long to inform his men, but he hoped that the kick in the ass the information that L was gunning for them would be enough...

Matt touched his shoulder silently and he thought of shrugging him off but leaned in instead, though no other parts of each other touched. "L is on the move. I need you to get Near up to speed while I deal with the mafiya." it was sooner than he had expected of L, but this was also a chance for Mello to one-up him and get his revenge... his payback for so many things that L had done to him... and to his family.

Matt gently nuzzled his cheek and Mello relaxed from the tenseness he hadn't even realized had invaded his being. "Just keep me informed?" Matt asked softly.

"I will." he didn't need to say any more as Matt heard the silent promise. They were in it together...

"I'll put the groceries away, I know you are eager to get things arranged." Matt moved away and Mello beat down the part of himself that longed for the contact. Matt was correct that he wanted to get things done... but first he had other things to do.

He picked up the fallen towel from the kitchen floor and used it to quickly clean himself, though it was no substitute for another shower, and tossed it in with the pile of his previously discarded clothing. He rifled through Matt's clothes and stole a pair of his boxers to walk around in, he didn't feel up to tugging some leather on.

Matt was in the process of taking out the contents of the first bag when Mello re-entered the kitchen. He hesitated, something he generally didn't do, and instead of doing as planned began to put away one of the other bags.

Matt didn't say anything to him, but Mello knew he appreciated it from the soft quirk of his lips. L was important, as was the burning need for revenge... but Matt was, and should have always been, the most important. Helping with groceries wasn't much, but the extra time with him was.

Despite his wishes to get some healthy food into the redhead, it looked as though they would be eating takeout that night. Though he would make an effort before he gave in and let Matt dig out the takeout numbers.

With the two of them working on it the groceries were put away in hardly anytime at all and Mello hated how he was reluctant to pick up his cell phone. He was becoming far too happy to simply sit and do nothing with Matt, and he didn't like it.

He heard the click of a lighter long before the smoke invaded his senses and he moved into the main room as the call was placed.

"Yuriy get everything set up, we've run out of time. L has announced to the NPA, and I would assume other major assemblies, that he is waging war on organized crime." he said into the phone the second it was picked up. Under normal circumstances he might have even been amused at the softly spoken swear, but as it were, he was simply sick of everything pertaining to L.

"What do you want me to tell them...?" came the hesitant reply. Mello knew better than to assume that Yuriy was doing nothing on his end though, and thought that he could almost hear the soft clicks of fingers tapping away on a keyboard.

"I want you to tell them everything except that the information was withheld from them. Let them believe that it was a sudden decision on L's part and that he had only recently begun to put pressure on the heads of the families. Make sure they understand the level of threat that L poses now that he is actively after organized crime.

It is up to your digression as to when and how they are informed; tell them with fortune cookies for all I care, just get it done."

Matt snorted softly in amusement and Mello realized he had been listening in. He hadn't noticed him as he had put out his cigarette before coming in the room.

"I'll do it as soon as I inform Kain and see what he thinks." Mello knew that job would usually have fallen to Sasha, but as he was dead Kain was the only alternative out of their small group of trusted individuals.

"Fine. Now what about the Fedorov brothers, Where are we in that matter?" he directed the conversation in another direction, knowing that the previous one would be discussed in more depth once Kain was in on everything, Mello perched himself on the arm of the couch and watched as Matt moved to the other chair flipping open his phone, presumably to call Near.

He was almost certain that Near would contact Yuriy afterwards. The two of them seemed to get along rather well despite the age difference.

"Well, it can definitely be going better." Yuriy muttered softly. Mello should have known better to ask that after the information about L. It had just been asking for trouble, and he didn't need anymore of that at the moment. None of them did.

"What are you having problems with?"

"Remember how you said we couldn't kill them?" Yuriy asked and Mello seriously hoped someone hadn't fucked up in that department.

"Well now we definitely can't. Nikolai Glazov has taken them under his protection and sent a warning out that war will be brought upon anyone who so much lays a finger on them without his express permission."

"Fucking hell." Mello swore and rubbed at his temple irritably. Of all the fucking things...

Nikolai Glazov was the head of another family. And all hell would break loose should something happen to those under his protection.

"And let me guess, the little bastards are allowed to wander around and make complete messes of things and continue to fuck around in our area?" Yuriy hummed a small agreement as Mello sucked in a breath. He would have to go about this very carefully. If anything went wrong, any small thing, and a war broke out between the families right when L was watching for them it would be as good as waving a damn red flag in a bulls face.

"Alright... what I'm going to have you do is going to stay between the two of us, or three if you inform Kain. You are going to arrange a hit on the Federov brothers own territory and make sure no one knows who did it. Then you are going to dispose of whoever you chose to complete the hit. I want no loose ends. I don't care how it gets done, but do it soon. We can't risk loosing important ground to idiots like the Fedorov and senile old fools like Glazov." he hissed dangerously.

Of everyone, the Federov brothers had chosen the wrong person to fuck with at the wrong time. What Mello was having done was grounds for war as well as a another target sign on his back and that of anyone close to him. But it was a risk that had to be made.

"You want to... Jesus...Pardon me sir, but are you fucking insane?" Yuriy asked him incredulously. Mello spread his arms out wide and let himself fall over the edge of the couch, the feeling of weightlessness creeping up on him, before he landed on the springy cushions.

Was he insane?

Mello smirked.

"Very possibly. But we need them out of our way. In fact, if you need to, set someone up to take the fall and divert attention away from us."

Yuriy muttered something that sounded like a swear before he confirmed, reluctantly, that he would comply with Mello's wishes. "Yuriy, you know well that I trust you. However if you ever fail to follow my plans you will be punished accordingly. Keep that in mind." and he meant every word of it. He may be lenient with him and Kain in a way he shouldn't be, but if needed he would kill either of them. They would listen to him either out of loyalty, fear or respect. And with his attentions drawing back to L, he didn't quite care which it was anymore.

"Understood, sir."

"Good." Mello hung up after that and contemplated the margin of success that plan had and closed his eyes in irritation. Just twenty-six percent. That was all that stood between success and war. He sighed. Why couldn't things go easy for once?

"Everything alright?" Matt asked as he seated himself on Mello's lap making the blond grunt at the weight. He knew Matt had only asked as it was a conversation starter, Matt had heard him talking, and had listened despite him having been on the phone with Near.

"Not even remotely, but tell me about Near first." Matt gave him a large shrug and leaned sideways to rest himself against Mello's chest. The position they were in made it awkward but Mello found he rather liked the contact despite it being odd that Matt was fully clothed and he only in his boxers.

He brought his hand up to Matt's hair and stroked the soft and still slightly sweaty strands; he really wished it was just them, and that everything was over. But he realized that despite how fast everything was happening, it might never be over.

"Near was alright with it but said he wanted more details via e-mail. He really hates holding the phone."

Mello breathed out a sigh of amusement; he knew all too well how much Near hated phones. Come to think of it, mostly bad news came from his, perhaps he ought to get rid of it?

"He asked us to be careful... he's never said it before, not in so many words." Matt mumbled and Mello heard the undercurrent of worry. If Near was openly expressing his worry, then Mello wondered if he should be more wary. Near didn't shake easily, and it bothered him.

Matt looked up at him, only obvious as he tilted his head upwards, expectantly and he knew he was being asked to speak. Matt knew most of it, hearing his side of the conversation, but he knew Matt wanted to know everything.

"You remember when I told you about the Fedorov brothers, correct?" Mello asked, eyes drifting to the ceiling as he trailed off. Matt hummed in response, a small affirmative, and leaned further into his touch; Mello smiled softly but didn't look at him again.

"They are now under the protection of another family, and if someone harms them without permission it could start an all out war between the two families concerned.. the problem is, those two are still trying to gain parts of our territory and I can't have that. I know I sound like a dog defending a piece of meat but we would loose many allies should we have to sacrifice our position to the likes of them."

"And you need every resource at your disposal in order to get L. That and you would be seen as easy picking for other families so it would start more fights." Matt spoke half into his chest, the breaths heating Mello and making him shiver the moment his skin cooled.

"Exactly. Which is why I ordered the hit on them. There is a chance, a huge chance, that we could get discovered but to not do so would be just as bad, if not worse." and despite knowing that, Mello was still frustrated.

"Then do what you have to. Just be careful..." Matt trailed off and Mello supposed he was glad to have his goggles to hide his eyes. He brought his unoccupied hand up to Matt's cheek to caress the smooth skin and grinned as the flesh heated beneath him.

"I won't be leaving Japan. Anything that needs to be done will be done from here or by Yuriy." he knew Matt was worried about him, but he didn't need to be, at least not from the mafiya's standpoint. They wouldn't be returning to Russia anytime soon so all they had to worry about was L. Personally, Mello would rather deal with the Mafiya before L any day. Things were far less complicated with them.

But he did have to deal with L.

And it was time that he began to plan. He may not be able to make any large movements without more information, but it was the information he was after. They needed to know exactly what L was up to, what he had been looking into and whom he was targeting first from those within the crime listing.

And while Matt could do it, he wanted Matt working on one specific task at all time if at all possible. He didn't want the redhead to get burned out, and with his attention on one job at a time he would be alright. That, and he would be less likely to miss details with only one thing to concentrate his efforts onto.

With not only one, but two detectives on the inside, he should be able to at least slightly monitor L's movements. And possibly even predict whom was going to be targeted next. It would be a large asset to know just how much time he had before the ax came in his direction, if it hadn't already.

The stunt with Matt had simply been a testing of the waters before the actual attack and nothing more than that; now that he'd had plenty of time to review everything Mello was completely certain of it.

Anyone else he had been testing wouldn't know what hit them when they were finally caught in his gaze. And while Mello hated to think it, he knew L had the advantage with resources and time. The only thing they had going for them, and even that wouldn't last much longer, was surprise. L didn't know his previous successors were right in the thick of everything.

They needed as much of an offensive plan put together as they could before L hit them. It was their only chance.

He lent his head down and captured Matt's lips, slowly working his tongue between those easily parted lips. Matt shifted as much as he could in his awkward position and trailed his fingers across his bare chest making Mello shiver.

He doubted any other person could make him react in such ways, or even come close.

He breathed deeply through his nose and cradled Matt close to him as he maneuvered the redhead underneath him to lie between his parted legs. Matt gasped into his mouth, arms snaking around his body, and tugged him closer.

Mello was content to simply kiss Matt for another few minutes but pulled back before it turned to anything more, and from Matt's flushed face it definitely would have. "Fucking tease." Matt huffed out, breathless.

Mello grinned and didn't deny it, though his only intention had been to kiss Matt. "Time for play is over. There's a bit of work to do now." Matt sighed at him but Mello felt his arms slide away and he was allowed to stand up.

Things had changed and it was time to call Yagami again.

-End Fool-