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AN: Yeah im late in updating again. Sue me. -_- My excuse is pure laziness and my niece and nephew were down from florida. XD

Suggested Listening: Stuck On Repeat by Little Boots; Tune into my Heart by Little Boots (for a part); I'd Come for You by Nickelback

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Distraction

Mello looked the figure that stood before him up and down, stalking around him before he grinned appreciatively. "How the hell did you manage to get a hold of one of their uniforms so quickly?" he questioned Matt.

"Hacker." Matt told him with a cheeky grin, as though the word explained everything. Matt eventually rolled his eyes as gently pushed Mello away.

"All I had to do was make sure that for today they had an extra employee so it was easy to tell them the old one was damaged on-the-job."

Mello had wondered where the redhead had gone for approximately four hours earlier that morning, and that was the result. He had a uniform, and if Matt had gone down there in person it probably meant he had obtained a truck as well.

But the uniform wasn't the only difference to his appearance. Matt had willingly gotten a wig, as he was not going to dye his hair, of a different length and color than before. It was a neatly styled black one, with a thick chunk of hair parted off to the left with a lone stringy piece that dangled just slightly into his left eye.

And gone were the customary goggles; they had been replaced with a pair of thick rimmed black glasses that Mello thought oddly suited the redhead, or in that case, raven head.

Mello checked the time and knew they needed to leave soon, despite Matt only having just gotten back, though it had been only to change into his disguise. "Do you have everything ready? Make sure you only put the ear piece in once your sure the cameras are on loop-" Mello knew Matt knew all of that, but he couldn't stop the words from leaving his mouth.

"Everything is ready. I'll see you later." Matt told him with a roll of his eyes and turned for the door. Mello impulsively grabbed a hold of Matt's mouth and forced him into a quick kiss that left Matt with a spark of desire in his eyes. Mello slapped his ass and pushed him towards the door.

"Get going... be safe." he mumbled, licking his lips as he crossed his arms.

Matt grinned cheshire like and Mello thought he heard a soft laugh as the door shut. He sighed and rubbed at his face. It was time to get set up; he had a few small things to collect before he could leave. Matt knew that he would be listening in, and he also knew that he would be parked only a few blocks away from the NPA in case anything should go wrong. He would not let Matt get taken again, and he was the only one who be able to get Matt out of it should there be a problem.

He had instructed Yagami and Matsuda not to interfere should Matt be detained as he needed them to stay undercover and out of L's radar. But that didn't mean that Matt was helpless, and Mello knew Matt had a few tricks up his sleeve he would use before he would get caught. Matt had said he would be extra careful so hopefully nothing would go wrong.

Mello snorted softly to himself; yes, because everything in their life had gone right so far.

He shoved his laptop into a small bag before snatching his keys off the table; he was out the door less than a minute later and on his motorbike in two. He gunned it, but made sure not to be too noticeable least he get caught by police for speeding... then again he would have to stop to get caught.

It was just over twenty minutes later, ten since he had gotten the text that Matt was there, that Matt's voice came through the ear piece as Mello pulled into his designated position.

"I just got the surveillance shut down. It's on the loop where I am so it won't be suspicious if someone is at the water fountain for fifteen minutes."

Mello cracked a tiny smile. Yeah, that might have posed an obvious problem. One that would have had security on alert in seconds, Matt being the only obvious addition to the routine.

"What ones are you actually going to use?" he mumbled quietly as he closed his eyes. He wanted no outward distractions to what Matt was saying. There was a loud clanking noise and a small curse.

"Fuck... didn't think it would come out that fast..." Matt grunted over the line, ignoring his previous question for the moment to fix whatever he had caused. It was almost hard to hear over the metallic clanks, but Matt's breathing had become faster which left Mello to wonder what the hell he was doing.

"Got you! Pwnt." Mello rolled his eyes at the exclamation of satisfaction from the other line.

"I got the leak under control. After dumping a lot of water. But it won't be noticeable with the amount they already had on the floor."

"You aren't supposed to actually fix it, you need to get your own stuff done!" Mello snapped into the mouthpiece.

"Calm down. If I don't look like I'm getting stuff done I will be worse off when they come to check on me, which I'm sure they will. As for your earlier question..." Matt trailed off and grunted softly as he struggled with something for a moment.

"While I will put a few of the bugs around here, I'm also downloading a backdoor into the system for myself to use in emergencies. A fair warning though, it can only be used once. It will leave a noticeable mark to someone looking for it, which L will be now."

Mello was surprised Matt would even take the risk to do something like that, but it might help them out in a jam. It would need to be the most dire of situations to use it though, if it would be noticed afterwards.

"Alright, I just finished making modifications to the video feed in other areas. I'm going to leave the earpiece in as it's hidden by my wig, but try not to talk unless you really need to; I'm leaving the room now." Matt warned him.

Mello leaned foreword, elbows on the bike handles, as he shifted on the leather seat. Matt was now in the most danger of getting caught. He wouldn't be in the designated area and that alone would be grounds for being stopped and questioned.

He listened to the sounds of the building, busy and filled with noise, as Matt passed through, or perhaps nearby the more crowded areas. Matt mumbled something along the lines of 'where the hell is it?' and went silent for a few moments.

Matt cursed and his shoes squeaked as he stopped short and quickly went in another direction. Mello sighed heavily. He had almost thought something had happened. But it seemed that Matt had simply missed a turn and had gotten off track. It wasn't impossible to do in such a large building. Still, he was more than relieved nothing else had gone wrong yet.

"I'm in conference room A where L last appeared. I have no way of knowing if he will use this room again or not, but either way we should be able to get some sort of information." Matt muttered.

Mello agreed with him. He had left it up to Matt as to where to place his little bugs, as Mello hadn't wanted to make a list of places and have Matt go out of his way and get caught in trying to help him. Matt was smart, and crafty, but Mello sometimes wondered if he was perhaps... too loyal.

"Alright, it's all set up.." Matt trailed off and Mello could almost picture him inspecting his work to make sure it wouldn't be noticed. Matt was, if nothing else, anal when it came to getting the job done right.

But Mello wanted him out of that building, having already been in there far too long for his liking. He didn't voice his concerns though, knowing it would only irritate the redhead, and Mello knew he was being overprotective...

He heard when the doors to conference room A were shut again and the soft thunks of Matt's uniform shoes made on the floor.

"Hey? What are you doing over here?" someone shouted and Mello found his heart in his throat.

"Me?" Matt's voice was calm and he didn't appear all that concerned with whatever situation was in the makes on his end.

"Yes, you sir. What are you doing over here, you are supposed to be on the second floor." the mans voice was accusatory and ready for something to happen, and as Mello readied his gun he hoped his something wouldn't be Matt.

"Oh, I'm looking for the bathrooms." Matt told the man blandly, as though he were talking to an idiot.

"The bathrooms?" the voice asked incredulously and Mello could have strangled his lover for not having come up with a better cover story.

"Yeah the bathrooms. I believe there is a blockage in one of the main pipes that feed over to the pipe that's leaking. That pipe isn't my main concern and it's already fixed but I discovered that the water flow isn't at what it's supposed to be. Bathrooms are the next logical area and I need to check it out, but when I left the room I was in there was no one nearby for me to ask help from."

Mello blinked his eyes in shock. If he hadn't known that Matt was completely bullshitting the man he was talking to he would have believed him; he actually sounded like he knew what he was talking about. Then again, pipes had never been Mello's specialty. Unless it included hitting someone with one.

There was complete silence for a moment that made Mello's stomach churn unpleasantly.

"Alright, come on. I'll show you where they are." the man said reluctantly, as though he knew he shouldn't be doing it but couldn't find anything wrong with Matt's story to bring him to a superior.

"Thanks man! I have a schedule to keep so you're a real help." Matt's tone hadn't really changed with the exception of his pitch and Mello wished he would at least try to sound thankful as it fell rather flat to the listener.

He listened with gritted teeth as Matt wheedled the man into a small conversation, and by the time they arrived at the bathrooms it sounded as though they were old friends. Mello had to wonder just what the job title of the man Matt was around actually was. Had it been someone of Yagami's or Matsuda's caliber Matt would have been fucked in a decidedly less than pleasant manner.

Mello didn't dare talk to Matt even as they entered the bathrooms. He knew any small distraction might be the one thing to tip the scale out of Matt's favor; that and it would be impossible for Matt to respond as it seemed his 'friend' had decided to watch him work. Mello held no idea of what exactly Matt was doing, but his watcher hadn't found anything odd with it yet.

"Is there another bathroom or area where lots of water would be used, the blockage isn't from here. And it might lead to a more serious problem if I can't at least identify it now."

"Um... well... there is the woman's bathroom." the man now sounded uncomfortable and Mello wondered if he would follow Matt inside it.

"Great, can you show me where it is?"

There was a soft sigh before a confirmation and he heard the bathroom door slam shut behind them as they continued on down the hall. No one else that Mello heard pass by seemed to even bother with a second glance and Mello figured it had to do with the man Matt was following.

Mello rubbed at his temples irritably. Matt was so fucking lucky...he could have been handcuffed already.

"Well here it is..."

"Thanks a lot. I won't be too long unless I find the blockage." Matt said and there was silence, other than the sounds of Matt tinkering with things, for a few minutes.

"Damn that was close. I doubt that I'll be able to get bugs into the other conference rooms, but we at least have that, the system patch and the few random bugs I placed." Matt told him and Mello knew from that tone of voice that he was craving a cigarette badly.

"I want you out of there as quick as you can. Try not to make a scene but your safety comes first, you understand?" he practically snarled into the headset. Matt sighed and Mello could imagine him nodding his head.

Mello shook his head and ran a hand through his hair. Why did he have to be in love with such a pain in the ass?

He listened as Matt fiddled around inside the bathroom for a few more minutes before Matt mumbled about a crack in the pipe, though Mello had no idea what he was doing.

He wasn't actually attempting to fix it was he?

"I created a problem and fixed it, so if they actually take a look they can see that I did 'fix' it." Matt grumbled and Mello heard a rather nasty crack that he assumed was one of Matt's bones righting itself after being in whatever position for too long. Matt hadn't seemed bothered by it, though he couldn't see the gamers expression to be sure.

Mello drummed his fingers irritably on the handle of his bike; he was tense and his muscles were aching from being drawn taunt, but until Matt was out of there he wouldn't be able to relax, and possibly not even then. Not until they were home and the entire mess was behind them.

The bathroom door swung open and Matt swore. It couldn't be good. "The detective from before is talking to someone and he doesn't look happy." Matt mumbled quietly, but loud enough for Mello to catch it.

"There he is." Mello recognized the voice as the man that had shown Matt to the bathrooms. Footsteps approached and he hoped Matt wouldn't do anything stupid.

"I would like to know why you didn't go back to the guard station when you needed something? You know you don't have clearance to be in these areas alone, don't you?" the man sounded smug, as though Matt was potentially something to brighten his day.

"No one said anything to me about needing clearance to do my job. And walking all the way back to the guard station would have taken up too much of my time, I have more than just this place to work on today and I'm already behind schedule because of the traffic. I was just lucky enough that he found me and was able to show me where I needed to go." Mello could picture Matt gesturing wildly to the detective that had escorted him there.

There was a pause and Mello was certain that the new addition of problems, the guard, was going to pull out his handcuffs anyway and leave Matt to be dealt with by someone else.

"Oh, Takasuki-san, there you are! I was told to find you as you left your radio back at the desk. Shift change in five minutes so you might want to get back there to punch out." a cheerful voice filtered into the scene and Mello grinned. He had told them not to get involved, and Mello couldn't know if Matsuda was there by fluke or premeditation, but he was grateful.

"Damn it really?" the man grumbled. "Alright, you come with me. I'll bring you back to your stuff and you can finish up in there and report back to the guard station only. If you are caught anywhere else I'll make sure you are arrested." the man grumbled something about not being able to do his job right if outsiders weren't told the correct information but Mello didn't pay much attention to it.

So far, it looked like Matt had dodged a bullet, probably literally.

It didn't take long before Matt was left in the room alone again, after being told to be back at the guard station within fifteen minutes, and he heard the redhead take a shaky sigh. Mello was suddenly struck with the knowledge that Matt probably had never done something like that ever, something quite that dangerous to him, not since Wammys.

He felt guilt begin to bubble within him but forced it down. There was no time for that, not with L out there and so close to finding them whether he knew it or not.

"Get your stuff and leave Matt." he muttered though from the sounds being made Matt hadn't needed to be told.

"I should be exiting the building in five minutes baring any problems." Matt muttered and left after, Mello would assume, he had turned the surveillance back onto its proper recording. Mello was fairly certain there would have been some problems had the monitors still showed Matt in the room despite him being in sight of the guards. That might have been a bit difficult to explain.

He revved the engine and listened as Matt handed in his report on the leak as well as the extra work he had to do and drove off only once Matt was back in the stolen van. Mello headed back to the apartment and parked in the garage and waited for Matt to arrive. He hadn't headed inside and instead chosen to wait for Matt to pull up. It had taken an extra half hour, as Matt had to return the 'borrowed' vehicle and make sure all records of the visit had been wiped clean from the database.

Mello breathed a sigh of relief as Matt's car pulled into view and only then did he take his helmet off and secure it to the back of the bike. The only part of the disguise that was still on the redhead were the thick glasses that were just barely visible under Matt fringe. Damn he needed a haircut, though he had never seen Matt's hair that flat, so it might have simply been a case of wig-hair.

Matt strode up to him and shoved his tongue into his mouth, startling Mello for a moment. Matt was tense, he could feel it in the kiss and see it in Matt's posture. However bad it had seemed from simply listening, it had been worse for Matt.

"Need you Mello." Matt whispered harshly before sealing their lips together again. He didn't protest when Matt undid his fly laces, despite being horribly aware of just how exposed they were in the garage, so he was surprised when Matt tugged him in the direction of the stairwell, lips never once leaving his mouth.

His vest was unzipped and Mello shivered at the fingers that brushed against his chest, across his nipples and down his sides. Goddamn Matt and how he affected him sometimes. His skin was already flushed from anticipation and Matt had only just kicked the door shut, shoes being kicked off across the floor, when Mello suddenly found himself on the couch with Matt pinning him there.

"Matt-" he warned, after he had separated their mouths long enough to breathe.

"Just let me..." Matt trailed off and tugged at Mello's boots and Mello gave up the second those cold fingers yanked at his leather trousers and tossed them over the couch. Matt ran his palm gently across Mello's ankle and down his leg and Mello sucked in a deep breath at the soft touch.

Matt was in a mood, that was for certain.

He stared into those green eyes, so clear behind the glasses, and nudged a little with his other leg showing he was fine with it, with whatever Matt needed at the moment.

He watched as Matt spit on his palm and coated his erection in the fluid and scrunched his nose at the thought of that going inside him, but didn't care enough to voice his complaint. He supposed he needed it just as bad as Matt, needed the wordless connection such an act provided.

The leg squished between Matt and the cushions of the couch was lifted to rest on Matt's shoulder, a bit uncomfortable with the way it stretched his muscles, but Mello didn't care as Matt's hand went under the knee of his other leg and forced it close to his chest as he pushed inside.

"Fuck!" he moaned and closed his eyes, simply content to feel Matt moving inside of him despite the sting the penetration provided.

Matt's breaths hit his cheek and traveled across his lips for a moment before Mello felt lips touching his jaw. He squinted his eyes and glared at the redhead silently as he redirected Matt's lips to his. He wanted those lips on his own and no where else on him. Matt slammed into his prostate and Mello shuddered into the kiss, eyelids fluttering.

Matt made a noise of surprise as Mello squeezed his lower muscles; Mello smirking in-between their kisses as Matt encouraged him to do it again with a hand sliding across his neglected erection.

It was the silent communication that Mello loved most.

The added pressure he provided drove Matt to the edge, and Mello felt him cum inside as those gloveless fingers sought to finish him off. Mello sucked in a breath and spurted against Matt's hand only a few moments later.

Matt brought his sticky fingers to Mello's cheek and cupped his face as their kisses died down into something soothing rather than passionate. They had stopped moving against one another, no longer riding out their orgasms, and Mello's legs were left to drop to Matt's waist, sore.

Mello didn't need Matt to tell him why he, they, had needed the sex; for once everything had been explained without words and Mello wondered if it would ever be that easy again.

Matt had been worried, and rightfully so, about being taken captive again and it had come so damn close to it. No matter what the redhead said about the time in those thugs possession, Mello knew it had scared him, if only a little. Knowing that he might die, might not be found in time. And in the NPA, it had been the first time since the abduction, and the start of their relationship, that they had been apart in such a situation.

But it was alright. They were both fine. And by some stroke of luck nothing had happened.

He felt Matt settle more fully onto him and adjusted a bit so that he could breathe easier and was content to lay there with the one he... loved. It was still such an odd feeling to him. But thoughts of that were pushed aside as something popped into his mind, something he probably would have asked all those years ago at Wammys had he not been distracted by grief and anger.

"You know, I don't even know your real name, even after so many years of knowing you..." Mello breathed out, still winded and definitely spent, as he laid there under the warmth Matt's body provided. He had meant to add more, to simply ask, but it had simply stuck in his throat until he no longer had the opportunity.

"It's Mail. Mail Jeevas. But..." Matt trailed off and let his lips roam around the soft flesh covering Mello's jugular. "It's not who I am though. I'm Matt, I'm not sure I ever really was Mail." he continued softly.

And Mello realized it was probably true for him as well, he hadn't been Mihael in so long... he was simply... Mello. That was all they had known each other as.

"I was just curious, I never asked back at Wammys despite you knowing both mine and Near's names."

Matt smiled at him and buried his face in the crook of Mello's neck, warm breaths tickling Mello's sensitive skin.

But he wouldn't ask Matt to move, he was far too comfortable for once.

-End Distraction-

AN: this chapter actually was alright to write (which probably means it sucks to read -_-)