End Transmission

AN: This chapter is a BEAST! It killed my hands... but you'll love it, i'm sure. I'll just go die quietly in a corner while you read...

Also, I edited this in one go so if I missed anything please don't yell XD

Suggested Listening: A Sorta Fairytale by Tori Amos (extended version)

Turn the Page by Metalica

Only Human by Morgan Page

Chapter Thirty-One: Person

Mello sat on the couch, blanket covering his lap, with his coffee and chocolate on the table as he dialed Yagami's phone. He was far from happy about having to call; he could just somehow feel it wasn't going to be good news.

It was never good news...

"Just one second – no mother it is not my girlfriend-" Yagami trailed off, obviously having placed a hand over the speaker; and while Mello felt a flicker of amusement for the situation, he couldn't help the annoyance that bubbled to the surface. Yagami should have been ready for him to call and certainly not in a place where he couldn't speak freely.

"My mother insisted I come home and I was not in a place to decline. I am outside right now." Yagami told him, exasperation clear in his voice though Mello knew better than to think it was directed at him.

"What did you have me call for?" Mello drawled and reached with his free hand for the abandoned coffee which was still hot despite the chill in the air.

"L called an assembly nearly four hours ago and at the end had Watari pull me into another room to speak to him." Mello stayed silent an appropriate amount of time in which to be surprised, despite the fact he wasn't. Yagami didn't know that his partner, or whatever Matsuda was to him, was actually taking orders from Mello, so he wouldn't have known about the bugs Matt planted.

"What did the secretive fucker want?"

"To meet me."

Mello froze at those words. To meet him? Did L actually...

"L was there in person?" Mello hissed and nearly dropped the coffee. Matt looked up from his laptop sharply, his full attention on the conversation.

"Yes. Though I'm not sure if I should trust that it is L. Anyone can say they are L, even if they are accompanied by Watari." Yagami muttered, clearly suspicious of the entire thing.

"What did he look like?" Mello demanded. Despite hating the man, despising the very earth that he walked on, Mello would never forget his face.

"He was rather.. rumpled in appearance. He had messy black hair and almost owlish eyes; I doubt that man can even stand up straight with how horrid his posture is. I have no doubt from the way he talked that he is at genius level, but that doesn't make him L. I can hardly believe that someone looking like that-"

"That was L." he nearly whispered though Yagami had caught it.

"How can you be sure?" Yagami sounded curious.

"I've seen him before and before you even think about it don't ask me how I met him as it doesn't matter. What did L want with you?" he took a gulp of the coffee and was satisfied when it nearly burnt his tongue.

"He wanted me to work with him, separate from the NPA. I told him I would think about it. L wants to meet with me again in two days." Yagami said the last part as though he were expecting an outraged shout from him.

And while Mello wanted to be annoyed, furious even, he knew he couldn't. Yagami couldn't seem too eager or it would make L suspicious of him, especially with Yagami's background and training.

"That was the right thing to do. L won't be fooled easily and being too eager will paint a target on you since you aren't the type for it. If you slip up even once L will see it and then its game over." Mello stated and flickered his gaze over to Matt who looked amused at the reference.

"L will probably keep you close after you confirm your interest to work with him and if you cannot contact me directly give the information to Matsuda; it wont be hard for me to get his number to contact him." and it would be much easier not to have to watch what was said either.

"Fine. Is that all?" Yagami asked and sounded just a little rushed. Mello supposed it had to do with being outside all that time and then having to avoid questions from his family. Mello didn't have that issue.

"For now. We'll talk again in a few days." he muttered and ended the call.

"So L actually exposed himself... he must think that Yagami is something of value to do that. Maybe he would have been the one to bring you in if he hadn't figured out something was wrong." Matt brought the laptop over with him and sat on the couch, stretching his legs across Mello's lap with an impish grin.

Mello thought of shoving Matt's legs off of him but pulled them under the blankets instead to which Matt smiled his thanks.

"You are forgetting that the reason L has shown interest in him may be because of Yagami figuring out something was wrong. He dug up information that shouldn't have been out there, like you did. And we know how that ended up."

Matt quickly dropped his gaze and Mello wondered if he perhaps shouldn't have said it that way. He was the last person that would blame Matt. It was L's fault and no one else's. Matt began typing and Mello knew that he had lost the window in which to explain that to Matt. It had grown silent and his coffee grown cool.

Mello could feel the cold creeping back into his bones and sighed as he rubbed at his eyes. It was going to be the longest two days of his life thus far.

.

.

Mello leaned against the counter as he watched Matt play in the main room. Things had been quiet between them for the last two days. And Mello had an inclining it was entirely his fault because of the comment; that or he had fucked up in some other way. Though the latter was less likely.

It didn't seem as though Matt were angry with him, more like Matt was sulking or over thinking something and Mello wasn't sure whether or not he should interfere. He didn't like the silence that had descended between them but he didn't exactly relish the idea of a shouting match should he bring it up either.

The only thing he was certain of however was that it could not continue on like it had been. It was the day he would need to contact Yagami or Matsuda and he'd rather not be distracted by Matt during that conversation.

Mello sighed.

It was time to suck it up and simply ask what the problem was. He had already danced around the action for the last two days and he simply couldn't afford to anymore. Mello moved from his spot across the room and calmly sat down beside the redhead who stiffened slightly. Matt stayed silent for a while before he began to fidget and eventually lit a cigarette.

"What's up Mello?" he finally asked, character hesitating before sniping a zombie in the head.

Mello cocked his head to the side and looked at Matt; he couldn't see the color of Matt's eyes, even from that close but he could see that they flickered back and forth from him and the screen every few seconds.

"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that? You have been awfully quiet since I called Yagami the other day." he commented lightly.

Matt froze, his character getting slaughtered and ripped apart by the creatures on screen. Game Over. "I've just been... thinking... it's nothing important."

"Bullshit." Mello snarled and watched as Matt took a long drag of his calming drug. Mello ripped it out of the gamers' hands and pinched off the end. He had Matt's full attention after that.

"Fine... I've just always wondered..." Matt trailed off and looked longingly at his snuffed out cancer stick and Mello held it further away. He was not about to give Matt something to calm himself, whatever he was hiding needed to be said.

"Do you... resent me, even a little, for telling you about L? Everything bad has happened to you if because of it... and I-"

Mello couldn't control himself; he reached over and wacked Matt upside the head with his hand. "You are a fucking idiot." he snapped. "Of course I don't resent you... what the hell ever gave you that idea?" how long had that been bothering Matt, days or maybe months? What had given him that idea? Something he'd said...?

Mello winced as he thought back to their last actual conversation, but that had only been two days ago and it seemed like Matt had been holding that question in for far longer.

Matt's shoulders had slumped but not in a distressed manor and he actually looked visibly calmer.

"How long?" Mello asked, pulling Matt towards him until he could watch Matt's eyes from behind the goggles. They shifted uncertainly but held his gaze.

"Since you were in the hospital for your burns." Matt mumbled quietly.

Mello gaped at him. That long? "How the fuck were you ever at first? You should know me better than that. Honestly... for Gods sake Matt..." he sighed and pulled Matt into his lap the second he tried to move away.

Mello wrapped his arms around Matt and kissed his ear. The redhead should have talked to him about that a long, long time ago. Though Mello did wonder if he ever really gave Matt the chance... between being injured and running the Mafiya and pushing him and Near away...

Matt relaxed in his arms and despite the creepy groans and gunshots from the Game Over screen Mello would have said it was almost relaxing. Matt's breathing evened out and the only thing that let Mellon know the redhead was awake was the odd pattern he was tracing onto Mello's skin; the gamers' fingers having gone up his shirt to touch his scarred back.

Mello couldn't quite feel what was being 'written' in certain parts, the nerves in those areas having been too badly damaged, but he could feel when those absent minded patters turned into something else. Matt shifted, his knees going to either side of Mello's hips and both his hands went under the shirt Mello wore; again one of Matt's striped creations.

If Mello didn't know better he would have guessed Matt was bi-polar but having known him for so long he understood that once Matt had resolved something it was done and over with and he wouldn't dwell on it anymore. He had never liked to be troubled more than he needed to be. Mello groaned at the lips that sucked at his pulse; Matt's wet tongue running across the flesh of his neck.

Matt leaned against him and made Mello topple backwards onto the floor. He hissed as Matt's erection rubbed against his hip and felt his sex start to stir in response. Heat pooled in his belly and he felt Matt's breathless laugh against his skin.

He ran his gloved fingers down Matt's spine until he reached the hem of his shirt and slipped them under. Mello couldn't feel anything more than the heat of Matt's body with the gloves on but his memory still sent the sensations of that smooth skin to his brain.

Mello wasn't sure what Matt had in mind as he didn't seem to be making it more than a grinding session so when Matt pulled back and sat on his hips breathless and definitely aroused Mello was a little confused.

"Fuck, should have started this sooner. It's almost time for you to call Yagami." Matt's cheeks were flushed, eyes hidden by his hair again, and his arms hung by his sides as he straddled Mello. He might have thought it was sexy but Matt's comment had caught him off guard.

"What do you mean?" he narrowed his eyes, trying to calm his racing heart, and stared at Matt's slightly guilty expression. It was still a day or so early for him to contact Yagami.

"Yagami e-mailed me saying he was going to meet his 'friend' and that you should call him at five pm and that if he doesn't answer after two rings to call him tomorrow."

"And you didn't think to tell me earlier?" Mello snapped.

"I knew you would only worry over it until the time came to call him. It was better for you not to know until it was almost time..." Matt trailed off. Mello softened his expression and shook his head. Matt really pissed him off at times but he couldn't be annoyed with him when he was right.

"Alright fine. But get off me so can I stand up." Matt rubbed a thumb across Mello's stomach for a moment before he complied. Why did Matt have to be so damn horny all the time? He took the offered hand and was pulled to his feet.

"I'll go make some coffee." Matt called over his shoulder as he walked awkwardly out of the room. He was probably going to fix his 'problem' while he was at it. Mello almost laughed at the thought but as he was in a similar fix it didn't seem appropriate. However unlike Matt, he didn't have time to bother with his problem.

Matt had a warped sense of 'soon' as it was just after five by almost two minutes. Mello flopped onto the couch, back against the armrest, as the phone dialed. One ring. Two rings. He pulled it away from his ear and just as he started to press cancel he heard Yagami's voice loudly answer.

"Excuse me, I had left my phone out of reach." Yagami sounded out of breath, as though he'd had to dash to his phone, and perhaps he had. Mello let his teeth show in an almost feral grin but refrained from commenting on the matter.

"So how did the meeting with your 'friend' go?" he questioned. If he didn't he knew Yagami would probably skirt around the issue for a few more seconds than necessary. And sadly his brain had thought of a few good things he could do with the extra seconds like-

"Oh it was good after not seeing him for such a long time. Actually how about we go somewhere to get coffee and I'll tell you about it?"

Mello frowned. Yagami was not one to play games, so that meant he believed his phone was bugged or that he was being watched, possible his home. His frown deepened. There was a large chance that if he went to meet with Yagami the person, if there was one, that was set to tail him would see and even possibly follow him and Matt back to where they were staying. The worst part would be if their descriptions got back to L. He tapped his fingers against his thigh and sat in silence for a minute.

"Sorry I was checking my schedule, I don't have anything planned for the rest of the evening. Say quarter-till-seven at our usual spot?" Mello asked in what he hoped wasn't an annoyed voice. He spotted as Matt walked out of the bathroom and rolled his eyes; could the redhead have been more obvious he had been jerking off?

"That will be fine, I'll see you there?" Yagami questioned casually. Anyone listening would believe it were a normal conversation. Anyone besides L.

"Yeah." he ended the call and swore. "Matt, forget the coffee we have to get ready to leave!" he shouted and heaved himself off the couch, his erection gone.

"Where are we going?" only Matt's head was visible as he leaned out of the kitchen.

"To meet Yagami. He needs to tell me something but L might be having him watched." Mello watched as understanding flickered across Matt's face.

"So I should bring my gun?" the redhead questioned, having fully entered the room. Mello nodded and yanked the long-sleeved shirt from his body and let the sweatpants drop from his form as well and left them in a pile on the couch. He couldn't exactly go into public looking like that.

He heard Matt's sigh as he walked out of view but didn't spare it another thought, there was no time for sex no matter what had almost transpired pre-phone call. Matt walked into the bedroom just as he had finished lacing up his fly. "Are you ready?" he questioned the redhead.

Matt nodded to him and the second Mello's gun was stuffed into his leather and his jacket tugged on they had left the apartment. He bypassed his motorbike and instead climbed into the backseat of Matt's car.

"We picking him up?" came the question as Matt seated himself and drove out of the garage.

"I wouldn't be sitting back here if we weren't. The plates cant be traced back to us can they?" he asked as an afterthought. Matt scoffed at him as he lit a cigarette and turned the radio to some Japanese rock station.

"What do you think I am, some sort of amateur? Honestly..." Matt bristled and Mello thought it was almost amusing had he not been so completely serious with the question. "No they can't be and stop scowling like that, you're going to get frown lines."

Matt's comment only made him frown more and he had not succeeded in not doing so even as they arrived in the designated area. "Yagami is punctual to a fault, wait until exactly quarter of before you drive over there. Make sure you're slow enough for him to notice you, it would cause too much unwanted attention if we have to drive by again." Matt grunted at him and muttered along to the ear splitting music as the cars engine hummed gently in the background.

The minutes ticked by almost as fast as the chocolate Mello devoured. He noted how Matt glanced at him, taking in his form from the rear-view-mirror, but didn't make eye contact with him. Matt knew he was stress eating but there was nothing either of them could do about it. It wouldn't kill him and there was nothing else that would calm his nerves even a little.

The car rolled to a start at twenty seconds till but Mello didn't say a word. Matt went slow but not obviously so and they inched their way to the small café. Mello saw as Yagami walked into view and he thought of calling him but simply decided against it. The closer they got the more Mello wanted to call until Matt stopped the car at the curb.

"Matt-" but he cut himself off as Yagami stopped and stared in their direction for a moment before moving over to them. Yagami did not have a smile or a polite greeting once inside the car and Mello knew he would not enjoy the ensuing conversation.

Matt had turned down the music and the car was almost painfully silent as the redhead drove them in a different direction and more than far enough away from the cafe to stop and talk. From what Mello had seen, they hadn't been followed.

But that didn't mean he was going to drop his guard; the safety on his gun was unlatched and he waited for the silence to be broken. Yagami cleared his throat softly and turned in the seat, obviously uncomfortable with the position, to look at him.

"L had me look over some information when I got there and- look I'm sorry for this Mello. But short of making L suspicious of me or having him think I was less intelligent and less useful, it had to be done." Yagami sighed heavily and Mello narrowed his eyes at the slightly apologetic look that crept onto the elders features. What had he done? And who else would Mello have to kill because of it?

"Out of all the pages of information he gave me to look over, only certain things stood out. In it being that before the preliminary attack on the known Russian Mafiya's, one of them had been run differently; more hands on and aggressive." Yagami stared at him as if knowing that had been him.

"But it was obvious from what I had been given that after the attack it was likely that Mafiya had gone through a change in leadership but that it didn't necessarily mean that the previous boss had been killed."

Mello unconsciously gripped the gun tighter and only a look from Matt stopped him from pulling it out. "Let him finish Mello." he grudgingly obeyed the redhead, who had lit another cigarette.

Yagami continued on as though he hadn't been interrupted and that he hadn't seen Mello fingering his gun despite the brunette's eyes being locked on the piece. "I also stated that had the boss actually been killed it would have caused at least some panic and breakdown of operations rather than the more cautious actions that were taken. But I did tell him that there was no proof that the previous boss had survived and that if he had he probably would have still been in charge... L told me my logic was faulty because I was missing information."

Mello tensed. There was something odd about Yagami's tone, as though he were hesitating?

"L presented me with a photograph-"

Mello went rigid as Yagami explained that someone had caught Yuriy handing off the bag of supplies to him the day of their flight to Japan. The picture was blurry but that wasn't had Mello worried; it meant that L had gotten so very close to them in Russia, closer to their home than Mello was comfortable with, and had they stayed there... L would have found them.

"-L said that while the Mafiya had changed how it was run, it was not the same type of change as it would have been had the previous boss been killed or were in hiding, but as though it were being run from afar. L went on to explain that he believed that Mafiya boss had not gone into hiding but was attempting to track him down in what he stated was 'correct with his personality'-"

Mello's breath froze on his lips and Matt shared a look with him, L knew they were alive.

"-when I asked as to what that meant L simply brushed it off as profiling. Which is bullshit, if you excuse my language, as there was nothing in that documentation that would allow that kind of profiling."

Mello let silence fall again as he digested the information. L knew it was them. And if he knew that, then there was an even larger need to end things quickly. L knew who he was dealing with and would know that they were in Japan.

"You need to leave Yagami." Mello said suddenly. The brunette looked at him oddly.

"You cannot been seen with us, or even near us. We will not meet again, not when L will be watching you. You can probably escape suspicion this time, but not another. Matt will drop you off near the cafe but we will conduct any meeting from phone or e-mail." he needed Yagami as a source close to L and he certainly couldn't afford Yagami to be used against him.

"Matt, give him your phone." Matt didn't look surprised, though he did delete something from the phone before handing it over. It had probably been Near's number.

"It's untraceable, just make sure you use it only where you are certain there are no cameras or listening devices. I don't think I need to tell you how extremely bad that would be." Yagami rose an eyebrow, as if saying 'I am a detective not some stupid street thug', and nodded.

"Don't bother dropping me off at the cafe, I parked two blocks away from it." Yagami told him with a slight smirk as he turned to face the dashboard again. Mello might have been amused had his body not felt as though he were a puppet being pulled taunt by invisible strings.

He had not been careful enough and he had been capture on film, granted it was a crappy picture and in black and white film, but L still had it. He would have to be more careful than ever, knowing that every face on the street, every person they met, might have ties to the detective.

They couldn't go out in public anymore without a disguise. Matt wouldn't like it but he had no choice... in fact... maybe he shouldn't even be around the redhead anymore. L obviously knew about him, but did he know that Matt was with him, that he had survived? If he didn't then Matt would be safer...

Mello's thoughts were distracted by Yagami exiting the car and Matt nearly speeding off afterwards. The atmosphere was tense, as though Matt knew of his thoughts, which was ridiculous, but Mello would need to speak with him the moment they got back to the apartment.

Mello wasn't even sure what he was considering really... he just needed to think.

.

.

"Matt.. I want you to stay out of this starting now." Mello managed to say the sentence calmly and keep his expression cool despite the look of outrage that blossomed across Matt's features. He had said it literally the second their apartment door had been closed.

"Absolutely fucking not!" Matt snapped at him.

"Matt this isn't up for discussion. L might not know that you are with me, or even alive, so it's best for you if I'm not seen with or around you. You were almost killed last time..."

"I can't believe you. There is no way in hell that I'm going to agree to this. You can't really believe that I would really just let you-" Mello stepped foreword and placed his lips on Matt's to silence him. But Matt was far from stupid, and having realized his ploy, wrenched away from Mello and backed away with a noise of contempt.

There was a silent 'fuck you' on Matt's lips as he spun on heal and stalked angrily down the hallway.

"Don't fucking walk away from me Matt!" Mello shouted, no longer attempting to be calm as he grabbed a hold of Matt and pushed him against the wall, arm twisted gently behind his back; it was the first of any real aggression toward the redhead, something that he hadn't been able to control. This wasn't a fucking game.

He pressed the redhead bodily into the wall with the full intent of getting Matt to agree with him when Matt thrust back against him in such a way that it sent a jolt of pleasure through Mello's groin. He swallowed hard as it was done again.

"Matt-"

"Mello, I want you to take me right here." Matt stated with perfect clarity, the only thing tainting his words lust. It completely disarmed Mello, his grip going slightly lax as he stared at the exposed portion of Matt's face.

Matt had never bottomed; mainly because Mello hadn't wanted to hurt him with his inexperience, which was currently non existent after all the sex with the redhead. Matt wasn't injured anymore either.

"Matt- now?" he couldn't believe the words had even formed in his mind, never mind left his lips. And yet it was hard, despite all his anger, to ignore the soft grinding motions against his crotch.

Matt laughed a little. "Yeah. Right here." Mello buried his face in the soft red hair in front of him and groaned at the friction. He couldn't believe he was going to... he wasn't going to be distracted though, their conversation wasn't over, but maybe it was better to be exhausted when they fought.

"Fuck Matt... the things you do to me..." he huffed a small almost breathless laugh as he released the captive arm and moved his hands to the shirt covered waist. Once under the thin fabric Mello drug his nails across the heated skin he found and smirked as Matt began to quickly undo his belt.

Mello gently brought his lip to rest at the nap of Matt's neck before he pulled his lips back, almost as though to smirk, and sank his teeth into the flesh hard enough where there would be a mark left, but not enough to cause him any real damage. The reaction was instantaneous as Matt arched into him with a small gasp; Mello was more than pleased that he wasn't the only one with a sensitive neck.

He helped Matt with his buckle, Matt's fingers shaking too much to get it undone, as his other hand rubbed circles on the smooth skin of Matt's stomach. Mello was loving payback despite how it had been started.

Mello had just gotten his hand inside Matt's jeans when he was pushed away. "I refuse to be the only one getting undressed." Matt mumbled, his voice somehow softer when aroused. Mello rolled his eyes and made quick work of his fly laces and belt and shoved the offending leather down his hips and ground against Matt's clothed behind, making sure Matt could feel his erection pressing against him.

"Is that unclothed enough for you?"

Matt snorted. "Hardly. But I want you right now so I'm not going to be picky." Matt kicked his boots off into a corner and let his jeans fall to the floor, his boxers held up only by Mello's hand that had wormed its way inside, tenting the fabric further.

Mello trailed his fingers to the tip of Matt's erection and grinned at the soft moan he was graced with. "You want me Matt?" he teased, loving the reactions he was getting that he usually unwillingly gave the redhead when the positions were reversed.

"Fuck you know I do, just get on with it." Matt hissed and if he hadn't felt, rather directly, how aroused Matt was he might have been insulted. He had hardly done anything and Matt was already squirming in his arms, then again, Matt was always horny.

Mello might have thought of teasing Matt more if he didn't want it as bad as his lover did. He removed his hand from Matt's boxers to unzip his leather vest, tossing it aside as Matt got rid of his shirt. Mello used his teeth to rid himself of his gloves, Matt having already done so to his own at some point, and ran a finger down the exposed spine in front of him. Mello watched the muscles beneath him jump and tense as the heated skin quivered against him.

Mello hooked his fingers around the band of Matt's boxers and slid them down and off the redhead. "We don't have any lube, its going to hurt..."

"I'll be fine. I won't try to impale myself." Mello ignored the personal jab and made Matt spread his legs as Matt braced his hands on the wall. He couldn't believe they were doing that in the hallway...

"Don't bother prepping me, just go slow." Matt mumbled the second he had touched his fingers to those moist lips. Mello didn't bother to ask if Matt was certain, Matt knew his way around sex far better than he did.

"Fine, but I'm sure as hell not fucking you dry." he coated himself in spit and kissed Matt's cheek as he nudged him, earning a smile. He felt like an idiot for doing it, or maybe just a sap, but as he nuzzled the redheads cheek he slipped his left hand over Matt's and let their fingers tangle as much as they could while being pressed to the wall. Matt inhaled sharply as Mello pressed further against him, pushing inside of him as slowly as he could force himself to go.

Every few seconds he paused for Matt to adjust, Matt's soft hisses making him extra cautious and while the feeling was exquisite Mello just wasn't satisfied with their position. He forced Matt to bend a bit more and inched foreword, chest to Matt's back, until he could go no further without being doubled over the redhead, complexly encased in the scorching heat of the others body.

He licked the shell of Matt's ear and thrust into him with a moan. Matt's breaths were quick and his body automatically responded to the movement and rocked his hips back against Mello, pleasuring them both despite the lingering pain he must have felt.

Mello knew from the redhead's reactions though that it was not his first sexual encounter being on the bottom but he didn't dwell on it. Matt was his and Mello knew their experiances would be the only ones to count...

"Mello..." Matt moaned his name breathlessly; voice so soft Mello wouldn't have heard it had he not been so close to Matt.

The pace was quick and Matt had to be getting close; Mello removed his hand from its place on Matt's hip and began to stroke the neglected erection, timing it with every snap of his hips. Their skin was slicked and Mello felt sweat bead across his brow and at the nape of his neck.

Mello was overheated, sticky, and his heart beat harshly in his chest but he loved every sensation that came with the act, that Matt caused in his body.

He felt the snake like coiling sensation in his belly but ignored it in favor of pleasuring Matt, listening to his soft moans and only when Matt had cried out and spilled against his hand did Mello let himself go in a blur of thrusts and a low groan against Matt's neck.

He hardly remembered pulling out of Matt or how they ended up on the floor, only that they lay crumpled together half against the wall and recovering. He took one look at Matt's flushed face and the way his chest rose quickly and laughed with a shake of his head.

Matt looked at him with a quirked eyebrow.

"I can't believe you just talked me into that..." he mumbled as Matt merely grinned. And the worst part, he'd hardly needed any persuasion. Mello glared at the strands of hair that fell in his face and rolled his eyes as Matt brushed them behind his ear for him.

"I am going with you. No more arguments." Matt told him softly and though Mello wanted to protest Matt just kissed him. There was no tongue, no kink to it at all, just a simple kiss devoid of lust with nothing but love left. He loved Matt so much... and Matt loved him.

Mello spent so much time trying to keep him safe and worrying every time the redhead could possibly get in danger that he sometimes forgot that he wasn't the only one who felt so very deeply. Matt would come with him despite the danger, because he loved him. And Matt had shown him the only way he knew how, the only way he knew Mello would listen to him.

"Pain in my ass." he sighed against Matt's lips and felt as the redhead smirked.

"I'm certain that's my line." Matt grinned cheekily at him but for once Mello just let it go.

-End Person-