Gold & Guns

AN: Erm... yeah sorry for not updating this... it just wasn't written. :)

I have decided that I will add Mello/Matt pov's in each chapter if needed. Sometimes I just cant continue the scene with one POV so... not that you care as it makes my updates longer.

BTW I hate ffnet. Fuckers took away some types of the dividers so I have to go back to ALL of my fics and add different ones in. CSers!

Suggested Listening: Fool for You by Karmina

Part 7

~Fool for You~

Sounds came back to him first. Or-lack-there-of. All around him was complete and utter silence and yet it didn't disturb him like he thought it would. He might have opted to stay there, in his half asleep state, a while longer had it not been for the sunlight gleaming into his eyes. And the absolute horrible pain of something poking into his side.

With a quiet sigh Matt groped the ground for his goggles and it was only as his gloveless fingers touched them did he remember why he wasn't sleeping in a bed. He froze as his entire body locked up, muscles tense and he had to force himself to simply breathe.

Mello...

He took a few steadying breaths and sat up on the well worn couch; he had adamantly refused to sleep in the bed beside the blond last night, had simply not wanted to deal with it. Matt stood on wobbly legs, cramped from a night of sleeping on a couch too small for his frame, and idly made his way down the hall to find a bathroom. Instead, he found Mello's room first.

His head hurt, his body ached and he felt the cowardly pull in his gut that screamed at him to simply run. To quietly slip his way out of the apartment and never lay eyes on Mello again. But as his eyes roamed across the blonds' sleeping form, his face contorted unhappily even in sleep, he knew that he wouldn't.... couldn't, leave.

Mello may have changed, hell he may have changed too, but there was still something between them. Still a friendship pulling them together no matter how tattered and frayed it may be. And despite himself Matt wanted to salvage it... so badly that it hurt.

Matt wasn't sure what life with this new Mello would entail, but he knew it had to be better than the past four years without him had been.

Didn't it?

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Mello woke the instant he felt someone watching him. At first he thought about going for the gun underneath his pillow, but the thought had been chased away by the small sigh that escaped, barely noticeable, from his watcher.

Matt; his mind supplied for him.

Matt had stayed. He felt an almost tangible feeling of relief flood him. When he had gone to bed the night before, he had stupidly lain awake worrying at every little sound that the old building supplied... worried that it was the sound of Matt leaving. It was ridiculous, as he was in the mafia, that something like that should worry him so much...

Matt's eyes never left his form and Mello found that it no longer made him uncomfortable now that he knew who it was, and the fog of sleep crept back to him and dulled his scenes. His breathing relaxed, so slow he was almost asleep again, when a shrill ring broke though the haze and he sat bolt upright. He was already reaching for his cell phone before he had even registered it and had it answered as his eyes locked with Matt's.

He was only half paying attention to the words being spoken to him, his focus on Matt. He was half leaned against the door frame, only having done so after he had 'woken' up, with his arms crossed against his wrinkled shirt. Matt hadn't replaced his goggles and even across the distance he could clearly see his green eyes, a color so brilliant it had only existed in his memories for so long.

"Alright, I'll be there soon. Don't fuck anything else up in the meantime." he found himself saying despite not quite registering the conversation for another full minute after the call had ended. He had to go back to base.

"I have to go back. I can take you back to... your car?" he had almost said 'workplace' but in the end couldn't get the distasteful words to form in his mouth. He hated, absolutely detested, the fact that Matt, of all people, worked there... but he didn't have time to dwell on it at the moment and instead continued to stare at Matt until the redhead nodded hesitantly.

Mello would have liked to have simply stayed in the apartment with Matt, but the mafia and Kira waited for no one, so he shoved the blankets off himself and stood. He trod, naked, over to his wardrobe and gathered the necessary leather items and dressed himself, not caring if Matt was watching or not.

What bothered him... was that he had hoped Matt was.

"Get ready, we'll be leaving in five." he called out, loud enough for Matt to have heard him from the other room and soft enough not to be shouting. Turning, he wasn't completely surprised to see Matt still leaned against the doorway, face turned away from him, flushed.

He felt a jolt of something in his chest, but ignored it in favor of walking passed the redhead and into the kitchen to get his boots. He didn't know how long it had taken him to finish dressing, but Matt had stayed rooted to the same spot for the entire time, and it wasn't until he had his keys in hand did the redhead move back down the hallway and into the main room.

Matt awkwardly placed his boots on and tugged his goggles firmly in place, obscuring his eyes from view. Mello withheld a sigh and gestured to Matt who followed him from the apartment; the door went unlocked again.

Mello took some amusement in Matt's discomfort in riding behind him; his arms didn't grip him as tightly as before despite how close Matt had unconsciously pressed himself. Mello didn't want to take him to his car... to that place... but he knew it would be a while before he could even think of addressing Matt on that issue.

He frowned in distaste as the familiar building loomed in the distance and wished Matt hadn't caught sight of it; he had been sorely tempted to simply drive further and further away from it...

He slowed down once in the parking lot, void of most vehicles, it being daylight, though there were a few besides Matt's own. Mello didn't want to leave him again, not so soon after so damn long, but knew there would be conciseness should he not show up at the base.

"Matt give me your phone." he demanded lightly the moment Matt had gotten off the motorbike. He couldn't see Matt's eyes but he could see Matt understood why he'd asked from the hesitancy in following the instruction.

There was a tense moment of silence in which Mello began to worry. What if Matt really didn't want to stay in contact?

But the thought was chased away the second Matt reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone and held it out. Mello almost thanked him. Instead he flipped it open and programmed his number into it.

"I put my number in there..." he said, though he knew Matt had already guessed as much.

He watched as something unreadable crossed Matt's expression before he simply held out his palm, the one not holding his own phone, and Mello smiled as Matt took his phone and imputed his own number.

Though there was the dark thought that it wasn't actually Matt's number...

"As soon as I fix what those idiots at base have done, I'll give you a call. I promise." Mello didn't wait for a reply, and instead sped off. Matt may not be certain about it... but he had given him another chance... or at least was almost to the point that he would. And that was all that Mello could ask for.

-End Part 7-

AN: Yay another part down... erm... the only idea I stuck in this part was the thought of Matt on the motorbike with Mello... though I admit the original thought ended in something kinky... bur I have that saved for a different fic now as it didn't fit here….. heh. I kinda couldn't put that in here though. :p

Also, yes I am that annoying. End Transmission (my new novel length fic which is currently 4k away from being LONGER than Choices) is now out. Give It a read and drop a review please? I'd like to know how its doing.