Slow Dance With a Stranger
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Death Note › Yaoi-Male/Male › Mello/Matt
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
14
Views:
2,219
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Slow Dance With a Stranger
Disclaimer: I dont own Death Note
Suggested Listening: Slow dance with a stranger by Danger Radio
~Slow Dance with a Stranger~
He had done something incredibly stupid.
So stupid in fact that he doubted he'd be able to get out of the apartment in time even with as fast as he was wiping data and gathering materials. He was far above fear though. Something like that couldn't take hold of him anymore, or at least not until he was facing his death in the flesh. He was a hacker yes, a damn good one. But he had made a mistake. A probably fatal one.
He had gotten in with the wrong people, and it hadn't taken him long to realize they were going to fuck him over, and badly. So he decided he would sell them out first. It had worked well, very well actually. Up until he had found out that one of them had survived. One he had heard would make sure he had revenge. One that happened to be the hired hit man of the group, a very expensive hit man, who hadn't gotten paid.
He glanced at the clock and realized he probably wouldn't live to see the ball drop on television or be able to welcome the New Year, 2099, in with a massive hangover in a few days.
But he supposed it was his own fault.
He shoved his wallet in his pocket, though it mostly had fake credit cards, it did have a nice wad of hundreds. He was a hacker and it did not take a genius to get into the ATM machines and get away without being recorded by their security cameras. Even in the future the technology was easy to crack.
His laptop went into his backpack next, along with a few disks and flash drives full of data. Everything else in his possession was wiped clean of fingerprints and evidence and could otherwise be left to rot. He had just shoved his boots on when the street light outside flickered gently before going out completely leaving the street encased in darkness.
His death was here.
He readied his gun and was unsurprised when his door was suddenly kicked in a few seconds later. And yet despite that, his gun was dropped to the floor in a moment of shock.
"For fucks sake! Do you have any idea what you have done?" the man before him snarled and had yet to lower his weapon even a fraction.
If there was one person he had never expected to see again, it would have been the 'exotic dancer', borderline prostitute, from the casino that had rocked his world those few nights a couple months back.
He wasn't the type to seek out the company of men or women, especially those who would sell themselves if they were strapped for cash, but there had been something so attractive about the blond, more so than just his looks.
It had been his attitude, his aura, that had attracted him, and damn if it hadn't transferred into the bedroom. Those few nights had been full of scratches and bites and screams; and he had loved every second of it.
"I got my death warrant signed." he muttered with a half laugh. And what better way to die than by a creature as alluring as that blond was? Just laying eyes on him in that black leather was almost better than sex.
"Prostitute and hit man. I'm impressed." he dropped the backpack to the ground and made no move to diverge from the guns path. If he was to be killed he knew there was no running from it. And really, he felt no fear at staring into those calm blue eyes despite the frown marring the blond's features.
"Damn it Matt. I knew from the moment you told me your name and propositioned me that you would be trouble for me." there was a heavy sigh before the gun was hesitantly lowered.
Matt blinked in surprise. He wasn't going to shoot him?
"Don't even start with me. I know what you're thinking. I'm not doing this because I'm not pissed and don't have the urge to shoot you where you stand... damn it I just..." Mello scrunched his nose up distastefully as he moved over to him and Matt let loose a smirk as the blond tugged his head down to his.
"... think I would rather have you around... despite how annoying you are."
Matt didn't waste time and crushed their lips together. He wouldn't call it love, far from it, but there was definitely something other than lust happening with them. Mello hadn't killed him, and that spoke volumes for how much he had to interest the blond, at least from a sexual standpoint. But from where he was standing, Matt wasn't going to complain in the slightest.
After all, what could be better than being a hacker with a prostitute hit man for a lover?
-End-
AN: ok, so here's the thing. This was going to be a oneshot... but then DiabolicaJeevas and I got to talking (as I made her beta it XD) and she wanted to see more (like chapter 1 would be '4 months earlier' or something)
But due to a poll it has been made a series. Enjoy.
Review?
Suggested Listening: Slow dance with a stranger by Danger Radio
~Slow Dance with a Stranger~
He had done something incredibly stupid.
So stupid in fact that he doubted he'd be able to get out of the apartment in time even with as fast as he was wiping data and gathering materials. He was far above fear though. Something like that couldn't take hold of him anymore, or at least not until he was facing his death in the flesh. He was a hacker yes, a damn good one. But he had made a mistake. A probably fatal one.
He had gotten in with the wrong people, and it hadn't taken him long to realize they were going to fuck him over, and badly. So he decided he would sell them out first. It had worked well, very well actually. Up until he had found out that one of them had survived. One he had heard would make sure he had revenge. One that happened to be the hired hit man of the group, a very expensive hit man, who hadn't gotten paid.
He glanced at the clock and realized he probably wouldn't live to see the ball drop on television or be able to welcome the New Year, 2099, in with a massive hangover in a few days.
But he supposed it was his own fault.
He shoved his wallet in his pocket, though it mostly had fake credit cards, it did have a nice wad of hundreds. He was a hacker and it did not take a genius to get into the ATM machines and get away without being recorded by their security cameras. Even in the future the technology was easy to crack.
His laptop went into his backpack next, along with a few disks and flash drives full of data. Everything else in his possession was wiped clean of fingerprints and evidence and could otherwise be left to rot. He had just shoved his boots on when the street light outside flickered gently before going out completely leaving the street encased in darkness.
His death was here.
He readied his gun and was unsurprised when his door was suddenly kicked in a few seconds later. And yet despite that, his gun was dropped to the floor in a moment of shock.
"For fucks sake! Do you have any idea what you have done?" the man before him snarled and had yet to lower his weapon even a fraction.
If there was one person he had never expected to see again, it would have been the 'exotic dancer', borderline prostitute, from the casino that had rocked his world those few nights a couple months back.
He wasn't the type to seek out the company of men or women, especially those who would sell themselves if they were strapped for cash, but there had been something so attractive about the blond, more so than just his looks.
It had been his attitude, his aura, that had attracted him, and damn if it hadn't transferred into the bedroom. Those few nights had been full of scratches and bites and screams; and he had loved every second of it.
"I got my death warrant signed." he muttered with a half laugh. And what better way to die than by a creature as alluring as that blond was? Just laying eyes on him in that black leather was almost better than sex.
"Prostitute and hit man. I'm impressed." he dropped the backpack to the ground and made no move to diverge from the guns path. If he was to be killed he knew there was no running from it. And really, he felt no fear at staring into those calm blue eyes despite the frown marring the blond's features.
"Damn it Matt. I knew from the moment you told me your name and propositioned me that you would be trouble for me." there was a heavy sigh before the gun was hesitantly lowered.
Matt blinked in surprise. He wasn't going to shoot him?
"Don't even start with me. I know what you're thinking. I'm not doing this because I'm not pissed and don't have the urge to shoot you where you stand... damn it I just..." Mello scrunched his nose up distastefully as he moved over to him and Matt let loose a smirk as the blond tugged his head down to his.
"... think I would rather have you around... despite how annoying you are."
Matt didn't waste time and crushed their lips together. He wouldn't call it love, far from it, but there was definitely something other than lust happening with them. Mello hadn't killed him, and that spoke volumes for how much he had to interest the blond, at least from a sexual standpoint. But from where he was standing, Matt wasn't going to complain in the slightest.
After all, what could be better than being a hacker with a prostitute hit man for a lover?
-End-
AN: ok, so here's the thing. This was going to be a oneshot... but then DiabolicaJeevas and I got to talking (as I made her beta it XD) and she wanted to see more (like chapter 1 would be '4 months earlier' or something)
But due to a poll it has been made a series. Enjoy.
Review?