The Hunger

AN: I'd gotten some PMs wondering how canon would have gone with the curse…. And I really wasn't going to write it, but we all know how that goes with me. Once the idea is in my brain it just grows until I have to write it XD

But this is now completely complete, no more. XD

Suggested Listening: Sonnensystem by Tokio Hotel

After Log: Sonnensystem

What seemed like months later Mello had come up with some insane plan to kidnap Takada and secure the loss for Kira. Matt hadn't a problem with the plan, but despite the curse they'd had the customary 'last night' wild sex and eaten whatever they had wanted and done basically fuck all for the entire night.

The plan had begun at sundown the next day when Matt had shot off the smoke gun and sped off down the street, Mello's bike speeding into the entrance way from his rear view mirror.

Matt's part had ended, after a rather seemingly short live car chase, when he had reached the blockade of cars and had stepped out onto the street with quite a few guns pointed at him.

Matt had hardly gotten a sentence out before he crashed against his car, bullets pounding into his skin, and slumped to the pavement. His breathing slowed and the cigarette fell from his lips as he bled, but he was far from dead. His heart beat unnaturally fast against his ribcage and his discolored eyes fluttered behind the goggles as the helicopter searchlights zeroed in on his form.

He was trying so hard not to rush out against Takada's men and other idiotic bystanders and succeeded until there was only one lone one left on the radio, just shy of speeding away in his car.

Feeling his lips curl into a snarl, Matt let go and pounced.

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Mello had long ceased watching that horrid news program. He knew Matt wasn't dead, couldn't be dead. Not with the healing perks that curse had given him, them... And before he'd stopped watching he'd sworn he'd seen the flash of amber from behind the goggles, it could have been a trick of the light, but Mello was hardly one to discredit the supernatural now, not when he was fighting a murder notebook that came with its very own shinigami.

He was hardly stupid either, and knew that Takada had a piece of the notebook on her somewhere despite being naked. She had probably hid it when he'd given her the blanket. And the fact that she was so deceptively calm in the back told him she wasn't all that worried, probably scared half out of her mind, but not worried.

She was Kira's bitch so he didn't particularly care what happened to her so long as Kira went down in the end.

He parked the truck inside the dilapidated church and waited for whatever was coming. It had started off small, a light twinge, before erupting into a horrid pain in his chest. He grit his teeth tightly and reframed from grasping at his chest, knowing it wouldn't do him any good. Wouldn't save him from death…

It looked like there were things even the curse couldn't beat.

Sorry Matt…

Mello shoved open the door and tumbled to the ground, feeling his shoulder pop out of place from the impact, though he couldn't do anything about it as his eyes fluttered shut. He could just barely smell the fire as it broke out before he could no longer smell anything at all.

The fire spread and consumed everything in its path, even inching its way across the ground towards the prone body encased in leather.

And before anyone could even think of extinguishing its flame the support beams cracked and failed, the flames having eaten and warped them, making the last rotted portion of the ceiling give way and crash down into the smoldering wreck.

In the silence the flames crackled.

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Matt was leant against the bed in his and Mello's apartment and thought about the week before. That hellish week after Takada's kidnapping and Kira's silent demise. He'd been shot to death, or at least would have been had it not been for that fortunate, or unfortunate depending on ones point of view, curse he had. He had eaten one of Takada's guards and felt his wounds closing. He still couldn't get used to the taste of human flesh. Didn't really like it, and didn't like the way he craved it, but he dealt with it. And so had Mello..

He took another drag of the cancer stick and looked at the empty side of the bed with a frown.

He'd rather be sitting next to Mello, but the blond had practically broken his hand when he'd attempted to smoke in the room with him. Submissive to him or not, Mello didn't tolerate the cigarettes in their bedroom. So Matt was stuck smoking them in his old room.

After the night Mello had turned completely Matt had started sleeping in the same bed with him, and Mello hadn't complained once. Couldn't. He got sex free of charge from someone who cared about him. That and neither of them could exactly control themselves all that well anymore when it came to those urges. Animal urges trumped the human mind.

Mello had died that night, in the burned cathedral. And had stayed clinically dead for nearly sixteen hours afterwards. His body had been badly burned, all along his lower half where the fire had gotten him before Matt had found him.

Matt supposed he could have buried him, should have, but he'd hoped the curse would save Mello. And thank God it had. The burns were healing nicely, leaving no scars behind, though it was taking a fair bit of time. Matt couldn't really say he cared. They were both alive, and kinda intact if being a were-creature counted as intact, and hell, maybe even in a stable relationship despite everything.

"Matt, get in here!" Mello called from the other room. Matt rolled his eyes but stubbed out the cigarette and complied.

Just because he loved the ex-mafia boss didn't mean the blond wasn't a royal pain in his ass.

But he wouldn't change it for anything.

-End-