All The Way Here

When the end came it was with an inattentiveness, which saw the headquarters emptied without Matt's seeing, followed by a plane journey to Japan. Mello checked the printed e-mail again, confirming the gate through which Matt would be arriving, then he positioned himself to wait. He'd spent several days wanting to shout, shake or smack the redhead, but when Matt finally slouched through the turnstile, all Mello wanted to do was kiss him.



Mello pushed himself away from the pillar against which he'd been leaning and slipped behind Matt. "How much for a blow-job?" He whispered in his ear and grinned as Matt turned. "Come on, I've found the smoking area and noted the shortest route." Reaching out Mello took the bags and started walking fast in the direction of the door. It took him several yards before he noticed that he wasn't being followed. Looking back, it was to find Matt shuffling along, patting down his pockets with an expression of intense bewilderment. "Earth to Matty. Earth to Matty."



Matt finally found what he was looking for and extracted a piece of paper, which he offered up to Mello wearing that same dull expression. Biting back worry, Mello took the paper and scanned it. It was an information sheet from a packet of sleeping pills, Matt had written on the top the times and quantities in which they had been swallowed. Another piece of paper fluttered into Mello's view. This was the same, but for prescription downers. As far as Mello could ascertain, Matt had been drugged into submission for the past 12-13 hours.



"Ok, baby." Mello draped the hold-alls over his neck and shoulders, took the wheeled suitcase in one hand and, with the other, took Matt's arm. "This way." They were suddenly accousted by an elderly lady, trailed by, presumably, her family. From her questions and reassurances, Mello gleaned that it was she who had helped Matt leave the plane, though how he retrieved his luggage was still not entirely clear. "Thank you very much, ma'am, I have him now. I'll look after him." He bowed as low as he could without losing his charges, then propelled the redhead out of the glass doors. "To be honest, you could have smoked in there, but I think you need the fresh air."



Matt took his cigarettes out in a languid movement, clearly fumbling with removing one from the packet. Mello, laughing, took over, sitting him down on a bench and lighting it for him. "Thanks." Matt managed, his voice thick and slurred. Mello studied the drug information and the timings, finally satisfied that no stomach pumps would be needed in the immediate future and that the effects now exhibited would be wearing off eventually.



"You are so docile at the moment!" Mello sat back, a picture of glee. "What I can't do with that..." A smirk. "Yama nashi, ochi nashi, imi nashi. Welcome to Japan."



"Sorry." Matt mumbled, his eyes closed against the extreme headrush caused by the nicotine.



"Don't be." Mello wore that same scheming, seductive half-smile. "See it from my point of view. I haven't had sex in a fortnight and suddenly I get this gorgeous redhead, totally helpless against my every whim, blundering out of an airport and into my grasp." The smile grew wider. "Now, what would you do if you were me?"



"'kay." Matt opened his eyes again, blinking rapidly through his goggles and running his fingers through his hair. He was obviously making an attempt to clear his head. He tried to ask about the investigation, but it came out garbled.



Mello roared with laughter, "I'm really going to enjoy this. Come on, let's get the car." Taking up the luggage again, he pulled the redhead up and linked arms. Matt shuffled beside him, his spacial awareness gone. Mello noted it and led him around bins and benches. Once he was safely stowed in the passenger seat of their hired red Chevy, Mello patted his knee. "Are you hungry?"





There was a delayed reaction, then Matt peered at him, as if he didn't understand the question or had already forgotten it. Nontheless, he replied, "No, I'm fine."





"You really are, you know? I'm looking after you." Mello leaned across and kissed him, loving the taste of him. "Here was me thinking that I was going to have to meet you covered in Teflon, because you would be in the later stages of murderous cold turkey and look at you. Cute." He winked and shut the door, striding around the back and into the driver's seat. "Let's go back to what passes for home here." He talked, as he reversed the car out of the parking bay, though he knew that Matt was hardly able to comprehend it. "If you thought that America was Kira-centric, you haven't seen Japan yet. Even under assumed names, I thought a hotel room or rented apartment was too risky. The Japanese taskforce have all of their resources here and I'm certain now that Kira is amongst them. But don't worry, it's cosy. I've got a bed in there, so no more sleeping on tiles for you."





The car streaked out of the airport and onto the highway. They roared into the centre of the city and Matt finally responded, "Wow!" Mello glanced across. Matt was staring out at the huge neon lights, his mouth a perfect circle of 'oooh'. He was as high as a kite. The blond could have taken a right turn and they would be at their hideout in less than ten minutes, but the look of childlike wonder on the redhead's face was too delicious to remove. He turned around and took them through the main strip again, heading anywhere where bright lights beckoned. Matt lolled against the door, staring with wide eyes out of the windowscreen. "Wow!" He managed again, as they passed by a casino for the third time.





Mello grinned, but was mindful of drawing too much attention to themselves. People might start to pay attention to the same vehicle circling. With some small regret, he signalled away from the centre and out into a business park. It was so much darker here, especially in relation to where they had just been, with even the streetlamps stopping as they entered a block of warehouses. Mello stopped the car in front of one, but left the motor running, as he darted to the main shutter and opened it. Then he was back, driving the car inside and parking it up against boxes piled high inside. He cut the engine, secured the shutter and opened Matt's door, catching him as he nearly fell to the boards outside.





"Home, sweet home." The blond grinned, once he had Matt standing up. "We're not likely to be disturbed, in case you're wondering. I haven't many contacts in Japan, but there was one. Let's just say that this place is blessed by the Yazuka." He arched an eyebrow, shaking his head as Matt showed no signs of even understanding what he was saying. "Come on, let's get you upstairs. You realise that if you hadn't had the last pill four hours ago, you'd probably be compos mentis by now?" He pushed Matt in front of him, up the dusty, wooden staircase, and bade him stop when he reached the top. It amused him how the redhead did what he was told, literally and to the letter. There was the sound of Mello's boots clicking off into the darkness, then light flooded into a small area behind pallets of fabrics.





"Fuck..." Matt said, slowly, staring at the shadowy figures amassed in the area in front of him. Mello, having dumped the luggage somewhere inside, appeared again at his side. "What...?" He pointed.





"They are mannequins, Matty. You make dresses on them." Mello slipped an arm around his lover and helped him into the inner room. He had tried to make it as homely as he could. A three-piece suite clustered around a television; laptops cluttered a small table; a clothes rail, obviously liberated from service downstairs, hung with mostly black leather clothing. "There's a small kitchen and bathroom further along the landing, but I'll give you the tour tomorrow. Do you want a cup of tea?"





Matt nodded mutely and Mello deposited him on the settee, before disappearing off into the darkness again. A moment later, he was back, placing an ashtray on his lover's lap. A smirk and he was back into the kitchen area, clattering kettles and mugs. Matt closed his eyes and was dozing when the blond returned. "What?" He asked when Mello sat beside him.





"I didn't say a word." He pointed to the table. "Tea. Be careful, it's hot." Mello had a laptop and held the drug information sheets, reading the names, then searching for websites about them. He seemed intent upon the computer for a few minutes, before setting it down on the floor again and turning to grin at Matt. "It's certainly one way to survive an eleven and half hour journey over the Pacific. If you've had only what you wrote on the top there, then I've got you all docile and submissive for probably another three or four hours. Oh! The opportunities!"





Matt attempted to put his head in his hands, slipped and flopped down onto the shiny leather of Mello's spidered leg. The blond stroked back his hair and leaned over him. "You haven't touched your tea. Too heavy, is it?" One finger travelled down Matt's neck, tracing his jugular from ear to collarbone. "You are fucking gorgeous." Hot breath on his ear. "How about I unwrap you like an early birthday present?" Kisses along his hairline. "See what I can uncover."





He slipped from underneath, causing Matt's body to fall across the settee, then pulled him by one arm to his feet. Mello frogmarched him over to the bed and let him drop backwards onto it. First one boot, then the other was pulled off Matt's feet, his socks following soon thereon. Mello climbed with a creak of leather, catching the light and reflecting it as the material stretched taut over his body. He prowled, on hands and knees, over Matt's prone body, smiling down with a devilish expression. The redhead smiled faintly back, his pupils dilated into tiny pin-pricks.





Mello pulled at Matt's stripey top, raising it to reveal a flat stomach. It slowly rose and fell with his lover's relaxed breathing and Mello laid his hand onto it, bending to kiss Matt's lips. It should have been wild with the scent of danger, but it was tender, telling him in short snaps and long, exploring presses that he'd missed him in Los Angeles and was so glad to have him back now. Matt barely responded, though he met movement for movement, seeming to melt instead until Mello thought he might have drifted into sleep. But as the blond lifted his head again, Matt opened his eyes, a flash of green behind the orange goggles gazing back languidly. A tiny smile stayed on his lips.





"Ok, then." Mello crouched backwards, mouth meeting his hand on Matt's stomach and sucking there, leaving marks. It felt, and it was, possessive. This is the man I own, this is my tag upon his body. The blond felt the early rushing in his groin, the tightening behind the laces; and his hand pushed the stripey top further up, inch by inch, kissing and sucking at revealed flesh. He left goosebumps in his wake. With one sudden pulling, he had the top at Matt's throat, then up over his head. The goggles were dislodged and fell to the bed over Matt's head.





Stroking down, with both hands, from his crown to his shoulders, Mello returned to Matt's torso. Black painted fingertips lightly trailed redness behind them, as Mello's tongue lapped at a nipple, his teeth gently pulling the small hairs encircling it. Beneath him, Matt's heart beat more heavily, rising from the drifting disorientation of the drugs to register arousal. Mello's teeth grazed his throat and sucked at his Adam's apple. So fiercely did the blond administer his marks there that, to Matt, it felt as though he was in a vampire's grip. It was deeply erotic.





Mello took Matt's hand and brought it to his mouth. Kissing the palm, while peering over with mischevious, lust-filled eyes, he released it at the side of Matt's head. Then stared past him and frowned, looking back at Matt with questions in his gaze, but the redhead's eyes were closed and no answers were likely until much later on.





The blond shrugged slightly and twisted around. Coiling like a panther in the spaces around his helpless lover, nails scraping like talons down his chest, kisses following from navel to belt buckle. Mello swung around again, off the bed, towering over him at the spot where Matt's knees bent over the edge of the bed and his feet languished on the floor. The blond smiled as he unclasped Matt's belt and threw it wide open, setting to work on the buttons of his flies. Hands caressed his waist, kisses lined the waistband of his boxer shorts. The jeans came down in a yanking movement that half-pulled Matt from the bed.





Mello caught him, pushing him more fully onto the quilt cover and levering him back until his entire body rested, waiting, upon the bed. The blond stood back to survey his handiwork, smirking with barely suppressed glee. "It's hardly worth tying you down. You can barely move as it is." His long, appraising gaze took in the whole of Matt's frame with a mixture of emotions; but the leering smile never faltered. Mello oozed power and the will to extend it. "It looks like the possible loss of libido side-effect doesn't affect you. How come I never thought to drug you before?"





"Sloppiness." Matt attempted to say, but his tongue was thick and his brain muddy. It emerged as a mixture of slurred syllables only just about discernable as such.





"Oh really?"





"Yarly." Matt opted for the L33t version of 'yes, really', as being as easier to speak as it was quicker to write.





"You appear to be waking up a bit." Mello raised his eyebrows. "Pity." He narrowed his eyes and knelt onto the bed, arched over Matt's legs and torso until he was staring directly down into Matt's face. "Undo my belt then." He watched as thought passed into understanding, but will failed at execution, and sniggered. "Should I beat you for disobeying me, little scarlet whore?"





"Huh?" Matt's hands rose, slowly up Mello's thighs, palms sliding over leather with infinite concentration. He cupped the blond's arse, then gradually inched his fingers forward. But the buckle was just too complicated and Mello laughed at him the whole time. "Can't do it."





"Oh dear." Mello responded mockingly, then pulled his head back by his thick, red hair and swooped down into a harder kiss. Lips melding into lips, teeth against teeth, his tongue harsh and searching in Matt's mouth. There was the iron taste of blood, but neither could say who was cut. Mello raised himself, hands tight and pulling in Matt's hair. He smiled. "I'll just have to do it myself."





Mello withdrew, pulling down Matt's boxers as he reversed along his body and crawled off the bed onto his feet. A smug smile at Matt's erection, growing calculated as his gaze swept up to lock onto the emerald stare of his disorientated lover. The blond swayed slightly, zipping leather, unfastening laces, his movements as graceful as a dancer's and deliberately, hypnotically seductive. Mello's slender body emerged as glimpses of flesh through open black leather, tantalizing but not entirely naked; unlike Matt, who lay sprawled and exposed, as the blond bore down upon him again.





Matt's legs rose, gripped, guided and held by Mello, as he couldn't have found the energy to do so himself. Fingers probed his anal passage, blue eyes watched him above a predator's smile. Despite the chemicals clogging reason and demolishing motor reaction, Matt's erection pumped painfully against his pubic hair; and when his hips moved it was directed by a more primal portion of his brain, where the drugs couldn't touch. One of Mello's zips scratched into the back of his thigh, but when the blond entered him, there was nothing but ecstasy and the overwhelming craving for more.