Motive and Mayhem
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Death Note › Yaoi-Male/Male › Mello/Matt
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
17
Views:
3,568
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Liaison
SPOILERS: All manga, all anime, L's true name, Another Note, Law and Right, Truth and Justice.
Important terms
Fibonacci numbers -- a mathematical sequence in which the first number is zero, the second number is one, and each following number is the sum of the previous two.
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Motive and Mayhem
Chapter 1: Liaison
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Mello had been expecting it, when he slipped into the room and found himself pinned to the wall half a second later. "Can't I even get in the fucking door?" he growled, shoving the hands off of him, shouldering his way past Matt.
"Was it really that bad?" Matt cocked an eyebrow. He was wearing nothing but a frown, setting his hands on his hips as he nudged the door shut with a foot.
"What the fuck do you think? Took me six god damn months to get to the root of it," Mello glowered, throwing his bag onto his bed. He sat down, tore his boots off his feet, dropped them and began striping. "I'm taking a shower." He got up, went to the bathroom door. "Alone." He closed it behind him.
Mello pulled the last of his clothes off, tossed them in a corner and climbed into the shower. He blasted the water on hot, let it scald his skin, pushing back the exhaustion that wanted to take him. He'd have to satisfy Matt before morning if he wanted to have any of tomorrow to himself.
It was hard to believe how far things had come, all because they'd been roommates during puberty. The orphanage was huge, sprawling, but some people still had to share rooms and Mello had volunteered for it simply because he hated to be alone. Probably a barb from his past, from that dark, filthy place where L had found him.
He'd been five then, covered from head to toe in dirt and grime. L had only been fifteen, hadn't quite developed those bags under his eyes, though the slouch had always been there. Mello could remember, just barely, the way L had crouched in front of him, offered him a piece of chocolate, and told him it would all be okay.
Because there was nowhere else to go, Mello had put his hand in L's, followed him to a car where Watari was waiting. They had all been pleasantly surprised when Mello had nearly bested L at chess the next day. After he'd been cleaned up and given proper clothes, he'd been taken to Wammy's House by the man himself.
He remembered Roger, remembered all the kids, the sun, the grass... the good things that were waiting for him there. The challenges, too, were welcome, mostly because there was no penalty for failure.
The taste of failure was bitter, and when Near took his place as most intelligent a few years later, it rubbed Mello in all the wrong ways.
Who the fuck cared about Fibonacci numbers, anyway? He could list them up to forty if he really had to, but he had yet to come across a use for them.
He much preferred guns to math. That was one thing he and Matt had in common. Action was their medium, rather than sitting around in pajamas all day, thinking. Get out, get your hands dirty. That was Mello's way, and Matt had been pretty keen on it, too, when he wasn't sucked up in some video game.
His mind returned to how everything had started. A wet dream, that's what it had been. Years ago, just a couple weeks after Kira had been executed. He'd been growing into a man for years, and the wet dreams weren't exactly new, but the roommate, that had been pretty new.
He and Matt had always been close, considering. They were only a couple months apart in age, and only a couple points apart in intelligence, too. Mello's previous roommate had left the orphanage, so he had an open slot in his room and Matt moved in.
A week later Mello was stuck in a dream. It was weird, erotic, and he was pretty happy about the way the dream was headed. It was always about men, and Mello supposed that wasn't such a big deal, when you considered the rate of homosexuality in graduates. Lots of rough starts, plenty of social retardation spread around. Why wouldn't homosexuality be part of the mix, too?
Back to the dream. It had been a man, no one that Mello could identify after the fact, but it had been a pretty nice dream. The hands on him had been firm, calloused, intense. The mouth, too, had felt real. Moist as it scattered kisses, soft but not feminine, all over his body.
It was only when the moan reached his ears that he realized he wasn't entirely asleep anymore. He jerked awake, eyes wide as he found a hand spread on his chest, pinning him to the bed.
"Morning," the word was lazy, purred out through an arrogant smirk.
"The fuck you doing?" Mello couldn't quite keep the sleep out of his voice.
The grin was downright predatory. "You."
It was about then that Mello realized just where Matt's other hand was and a dark blush dusted his cheeks. "Get off."
"You first," Matt purred, and his hand started moving.
"Shit!" It was more gasp than word, and despite his embarrassment, Mello wasn't about to make him stop. It was over in less than a minute, but then again, the only hands that had been down there before for that purpose were Mello's own.
"Now it's my turn," and Matt had moved his hips in slow, languid circles. His mouth settled at Mello's neck, his hand still pressed to the other's chest. A few moments later, his breathy moan announced his orgasm.
Mello looked down for the first time when he felt warmth spilling onto his stomach and realized that they were both quite naked. His mouth fell open, but nothing would come out.
"And I'll do it again, whenever you want," Matt grinned as he wiped them off with tissues and returned to his own bed.
As the years had passed, Mello had taken Matt up on the offer, exploring his sexuality. He found that Matt suited him quite nicely, so even though they were both of graduation age, they continued holding a room at an orphanage, investigating cases under L's direction and only leaving when the case demanded it.
He'd just come back from one such case, and he was rather sickened by it. Tired, weary, irritated with the way the case had turned out, Mello stood in the shower, letting the heat cascade down him.
If he had known that things with Matt would have gone so far, he never would have let it continue. He never would have agreed to slowly add things to their 'to try' list. Now, he let the water pull off a layer or two of exhaustion, because he'd have to give himself over before he got some rest.
It was better to let Matt have his way now, as opposed to later.
He stepped from the shower, toweled off and went to the bathroom doorway. "Okay."
"You sure you don't want to wait until tomorrow?" but the predatorial gleam was already in Matt's eyes.
"I'm fine," Mello stepped forward, letting out a gasp as he hit the wall. He couldn't even think to fight with the wave of arousal that began building within him from that simple act. There was a reason he stayed with Matt, gave him what he wanted.
Mello wanted it, too. In a small, dark place inside himself, he had admitted that he liked it. Wanted it, even. He could fight back, at any time, and take the upper hand. Except that he liked what Matt did. The way he pushed, demanded, took, the way he forced Mello to accept the inevitable orgasm, how he thrust it upon him by thrusting within him.
It wasn't long before Mello was forgetting why he'd even thought of protesting. He relieved his frustrations with a nice, fast lay and when he woke the next morning, he was more refreshed than he had expected to be.
He woke up alone, and that was the norm. That was how they did it. All physical, no emotional -- at least none that they would admit to. Matt knew full well Mello would deck him if he started spouting girly love-words. When he got up to face the day, he was more than ready for whatever it was going to throw at him.
Little did he know, his life had already changed. Matt approached him after lunch, asked for a word in private, and dropped a puzzle in his lap. Near, looking up criminals, keeping close watch on a strange looking notebook. What's more, Mello knew Near was looking into the old Kira case, but to be looking up the names of living criminals?
Well, that just begged for Mello to go check it out. He went to see Roger, gave him the run down on what was going on, and told him that he and Matt were going to go check up on a few things.
Two days later, Matt and Mello had left for the United States. Twenty-four hours after that, the door slammed shut on their fate.
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A/N: Looots of foreboding, kind of rushed, but the meat of the story takes place a lot later than all of this. XD; So I'm kind of going to brush over the events in Law and Right, then dive into the timeline of Truth and Justice before this story really takes on its own color. I want to give a little background before I start in on the meat of the story, I guess. ^^; Please also note that I will be updating the warnings as I go along. I haven't decided how much is actually going into this, so please be sure to check the warnings when you continue reading. =3
Important terms
Fibonacci numbers -- a mathematical sequence in which the first number is zero, the second number is one, and each following number is the sum of the previous two.
~!~!~!~!~!~
Motive and Mayhem
Chapter 1: Liaison
~!~!~!~!~!~
Mello had been expecting it, when he slipped into the room and found himself pinned to the wall half a second later. "Can't I even get in the fucking door?" he growled, shoving the hands off of him, shouldering his way past Matt.
"Was it really that bad?" Matt cocked an eyebrow. He was wearing nothing but a frown, setting his hands on his hips as he nudged the door shut with a foot.
"What the fuck do you think? Took me six god damn months to get to the root of it," Mello glowered, throwing his bag onto his bed. He sat down, tore his boots off his feet, dropped them and began striping. "I'm taking a shower." He got up, went to the bathroom door. "Alone." He closed it behind him.
Mello pulled the last of his clothes off, tossed them in a corner and climbed into the shower. He blasted the water on hot, let it scald his skin, pushing back the exhaustion that wanted to take him. He'd have to satisfy Matt before morning if he wanted to have any of tomorrow to himself.
It was hard to believe how far things had come, all because they'd been roommates during puberty. The orphanage was huge, sprawling, but some people still had to share rooms and Mello had volunteered for it simply because he hated to be alone. Probably a barb from his past, from that dark, filthy place where L had found him.
He'd been five then, covered from head to toe in dirt and grime. L had only been fifteen, hadn't quite developed those bags under his eyes, though the slouch had always been there. Mello could remember, just barely, the way L had crouched in front of him, offered him a piece of chocolate, and told him it would all be okay.
Because there was nowhere else to go, Mello had put his hand in L's, followed him to a car where Watari was waiting. They had all been pleasantly surprised when Mello had nearly bested L at chess the next day. After he'd been cleaned up and given proper clothes, he'd been taken to Wammy's House by the man himself.
He remembered Roger, remembered all the kids, the sun, the grass... the good things that were waiting for him there. The challenges, too, were welcome, mostly because there was no penalty for failure.
The taste of failure was bitter, and when Near took his place as most intelligent a few years later, it rubbed Mello in all the wrong ways.
Who the fuck cared about Fibonacci numbers, anyway? He could list them up to forty if he really had to, but he had yet to come across a use for them.
He much preferred guns to math. That was one thing he and Matt had in common. Action was their medium, rather than sitting around in pajamas all day, thinking. Get out, get your hands dirty. That was Mello's way, and Matt had been pretty keen on it, too, when he wasn't sucked up in some video game.
His mind returned to how everything had started. A wet dream, that's what it had been. Years ago, just a couple weeks after Kira had been executed. He'd been growing into a man for years, and the wet dreams weren't exactly new, but the roommate, that had been pretty new.
He and Matt had always been close, considering. They were only a couple months apart in age, and only a couple points apart in intelligence, too. Mello's previous roommate had left the orphanage, so he had an open slot in his room and Matt moved in.
A week later Mello was stuck in a dream. It was weird, erotic, and he was pretty happy about the way the dream was headed. It was always about men, and Mello supposed that wasn't such a big deal, when you considered the rate of homosexuality in graduates. Lots of rough starts, plenty of social retardation spread around. Why wouldn't homosexuality be part of the mix, too?
Back to the dream. It had been a man, no one that Mello could identify after the fact, but it had been a pretty nice dream. The hands on him had been firm, calloused, intense. The mouth, too, had felt real. Moist as it scattered kisses, soft but not feminine, all over his body.
It was only when the moan reached his ears that he realized he wasn't entirely asleep anymore. He jerked awake, eyes wide as he found a hand spread on his chest, pinning him to the bed.
"Morning," the word was lazy, purred out through an arrogant smirk.
"The fuck you doing?" Mello couldn't quite keep the sleep out of his voice.
The grin was downright predatory. "You."
It was about then that Mello realized just where Matt's other hand was and a dark blush dusted his cheeks. "Get off."
"You first," Matt purred, and his hand started moving.
"Shit!" It was more gasp than word, and despite his embarrassment, Mello wasn't about to make him stop. It was over in less than a minute, but then again, the only hands that had been down there before for that purpose were Mello's own.
"Now it's my turn," and Matt had moved his hips in slow, languid circles. His mouth settled at Mello's neck, his hand still pressed to the other's chest. A few moments later, his breathy moan announced his orgasm.
Mello looked down for the first time when he felt warmth spilling onto his stomach and realized that they were both quite naked. His mouth fell open, but nothing would come out.
"And I'll do it again, whenever you want," Matt grinned as he wiped them off with tissues and returned to his own bed.
As the years had passed, Mello had taken Matt up on the offer, exploring his sexuality. He found that Matt suited him quite nicely, so even though they were both of graduation age, they continued holding a room at an orphanage, investigating cases under L's direction and only leaving when the case demanded it.
He'd just come back from one such case, and he was rather sickened by it. Tired, weary, irritated with the way the case had turned out, Mello stood in the shower, letting the heat cascade down him.
If he had known that things with Matt would have gone so far, he never would have let it continue. He never would have agreed to slowly add things to their 'to try' list. Now, he let the water pull off a layer or two of exhaustion, because he'd have to give himself over before he got some rest.
It was better to let Matt have his way now, as opposed to later.
He stepped from the shower, toweled off and went to the bathroom doorway. "Okay."
"You sure you don't want to wait until tomorrow?" but the predatorial gleam was already in Matt's eyes.
"I'm fine," Mello stepped forward, letting out a gasp as he hit the wall. He couldn't even think to fight with the wave of arousal that began building within him from that simple act. There was a reason he stayed with Matt, gave him what he wanted.
Mello wanted it, too. In a small, dark place inside himself, he had admitted that he liked it. Wanted it, even. He could fight back, at any time, and take the upper hand. Except that he liked what Matt did. The way he pushed, demanded, took, the way he forced Mello to accept the inevitable orgasm, how he thrust it upon him by thrusting within him.
It wasn't long before Mello was forgetting why he'd even thought of protesting. He relieved his frustrations with a nice, fast lay and when he woke the next morning, he was more refreshed than he had expected to be.
He woke up alone, and that was the norm. That was how they did it. All physical, no emotional -- at least none that they would admit to. Matt knew full well Mello would deck him if he started spouting girly love-words. When he got up to face the day, he was more than ready for whatever it was going to throw at him.
Little did he know, his life had already changed. Matt approached him after lunch, asked for a word in private, and dropped a puzzle in his lap. Near, looking up criminals, keeping close watch on a strange looking notebook. What's more, Mello knew Near was looking into the old Kira case, but to be looking up the names of living criminals?
Well, that just begged for Mello to go check it out. He went to see Roger, gave him the run down on what was going on, and told him that he and Matt were going to go check up on a few things.
Two days later, Matt and Mello had left for the United States. Twenty-four hours after that, the door slammed shut on their fate.
~!~!~!~!~!~
A/N: Looots of foreboding, kind of rushed, but the meat of the story takes place a lot later than all of this. XD; So I'm kind of going to brush over the events in Law and Right, then dive into the timeline of Truth and Justice before this story really takes on its own color. I want to give a little background before I start in on the meat of the story, I guess. ^^; Please also note that I will be updating the warnings as I go along. I haven't decided how much is actually going into this, so please be sure to check the warnings when you continue reading. =3