Overriding Code Death

He hurt; that was the first thing that he noticed. Matt groaned, rolling over to press his face into the pillow though he ended up curling up with a cry of pain, arms around his chest and shaking in pain. “Matt?” Mello called out, from the stair case, having dropped the box of ammunitions he’d been counting and running the moment he’d heard Matt’s voice. Matt moaned out an answer into the bed, but otherwise didn’t move. Mello walked over, gently rubbing a bare shoulder. “Matty?” He said softly, sitting down carefully onto the bed. “ You ok baby? The redhead nodded, before sitting up carefully, a grimace on his face. “I forgot.” He muttered, reaching blindly for the cigarettes on the bedside table. His hand was gently pushed away by a gloved one as Mello reached past, picking up the carton and taking out one of the fags. He slipped it between his lips, picking up the lighter. Once it was lit, he reached over, placing the filter between Matt’s lips with a small smile.

Matt took a deep drag, eyes closing. Mello stood, leaving the room for a moment, before returning with a steaming cup and a box. He set the plastic container down, before handing Matt the cup, and two small pills. “Your morning caffeine, and some painkillers. “ Matt nodded, popping the two white pills into his mouth and taking a long sip of tea. Matt finally looked up after the cup was empty, giving Mello a small smile. “Thank you.” He said softly, rubbing his hand over his eyes, turning to try and find his goggles. He needed the sunny view they gave everything, and the cover they provided. He was startled to see them hanging in front of his face from one leather clad finger. He followed the line of sight, across the hand, up the arm to see Mello’s smirking face. He reached out, taking the goggles and fitting them over his head, fingers messing his hair over them.

“Better?” Mello asked, hands on his hips. Matt nodded, that small smile still on his face. “Up,” Mello motioned with his hands, and Matt stood slowly and stiffly. He moved to sit on the settee, as Mello grabbed the first aid kit and followed him. “Shirt off.” He said, reaching out to pull the striped material over Matt’s head before the redhead could even lift his arms. The bruising looked even worse under the light of morning, and Mello couldn’t help but wince. He bit his lip, looking at the red coloring the gauze-it had bled through during the night. “Well,” Mello said briskly, fingers undoing the fastenings, “You bled through during the night. I’m going to reapply anti-septic before giving you new bandages.”

Blue eyes looked up, meeting orange covered green, and Mello leaned forward, kissing a bruised sternum. “I’m so sorry Matt.” The words were whispered, the blonde’s breath barely tickling the bruised skin. Matt shook his head, “It was my choice Mel, mine. “ He smiled, looking away when Mello glanced up at him. Sensing the question in Mello’s look, Matt looked back, reaching out to run his fingers through blonde strands. “You’re the main character in this game Mello, and there’s going to be times when you’re going to drop your busterblade, your godsword, and me? Well, I’m the one that’s always in your party, no matter what, and even though I might not be the best fighter, I’ll always be there. I’m the one who gets to pick up your weapon when you drop it, and hold the fort ‘til you can get up and get it, or I’ll be the one to avenge you.”

The fierce look on Matt’s face took Mello by surprise, before he smiled, leaning in to place kisses up a bare chest, before pressing against Matt’s lips. Matt moaned in approval, arms reaching out to wrap around leather clad shoulders and hold the other close. It was gentle, portraying all the fear that they’d experienced the day before, and all the relief they’d felt knowing the other was alive and with them.
“I’m never going to leave you Matt.” Mello said seriously, pulling away slightly once air became more important than continuing the kiss. Matt smiled softly, opening his mouth to say something, but deciding to keep the thought to himself. He sat still as Mello carefully finished unwrapping the bandages and gauze, fingers drumming idly on the material of the settee. Mello stopped before removing the padding, and slipped off his gloves. He flipped open the first aid kit, then carefully eased the now red padding from Matt’s skin. The wounds were still bleeding, and the skin around the entrance wound was red and inflamed. Mello frowned, and moved to check the exit wounds.

They were the same as the entrance, but they weren’t as clean. “You need an x-ray. I’m worried the bullets bounced around some before exiting.” Before Matt could follow his shrug with a comment, Mello walked back around and kneeled in front of him again, eyes begging. “I’m serious Matty. I’ve seen these things before. The exit wounds are proof that the bullets were warped before exiting. Please?” Matt sighed. “Sure. I’ll trust the playboy bunny of the mafia, over my wicked intelligence.” He grinned down at Mello, letting the other man know he was just teasing.

Mello punched his arm, though he smiled as he reached for a wipe and antibiotic wash. He carefully rubbed the cold gel over the wounds, biting his lip in concentration. “Does it hurt bad?” He asked quietly, moving from the wound above Matt’s hip to the one on his shoulder. “Humm?” Matt asked distractedly around the unlit cigarette in his mouth. “Do you want me to go find you some morphine or something? You’re shaking.” Matt waved his hand, dismissing the worry. “Nothing I can’t handle.” He gave Mello a soft smile. “You’re a major pain in the arse.” Mello muttered, hiding his grin behind his hair as he pressed on new padding and bandaged it tight. Tossing everything back into the box quickly, Mello stood. “Breakfast?”

“I got it.” Matt started to stand, gripping the armrest of the settee. “Nope, you’re going to sit there.”Mello gently pushed Matt back down. “Cheerios and Oh’s!?” Mello asked over his shoulder, walking back towards the kitchen. “Don’t forget to put Ovaltine in it!” Matt called, moving to sit as comfortably as he could on the settee, DS in hand. “One sec, lemme get this level.” He muttered, fingers rapidly hitting buttons. He gave a cheer, wincing as his movements jostled his chest. Matt tossed the DS over to the bed, taking the bowl from Mello and happily eating a large spoonful. “Why don’t we just buy you chocolate milk to put in your cereal?” Mello asked smiling around his apple as he sat. “Because, it wouldn’t taste the same! And you can’t use chocolate milk when making other things, like cookies.” Matt said pointedly, finishing his cereal and drinking the milk quickly. “And you wont take my Ovaltine ‘cos you hate that it doesn’t all dissolve and leaves that stuff on the bottom.”

Mello rolled his eyes, standing up. “I’m going to get some work done. We’ve almost got Kira you know.” He leaned down, pressing a hard, but passionate kiss to Matt’s lips. “I can feel it.” Matt grinned. “With my programs, we can make our move in a day, two tops.” He tilted his head, tapping his finger against his lip. “I think. Most likely, like…. Eight percent.” He smirked up at Mello. “By L’s percentage anywho.” He tugged on his goggles, adjusting them, as Mello ruffled his hair.

Once the blonde was out of sight, Matt let the pain show on his face. “It’s like cigarettes and videogames were wiped out.” He muttered, pulling himself up. He switched his main laptop back on, settling into a computer chair. He could hear Mello’s mutterings down the hallway, in the rooms farthest from the stairs, and the sound soothed Matt, made him feel safe. Matt smiled to himself, leaning back in the chair, game in hand to wait out his programs’ searching and Mello.

Matt didn’t even realize he had dozed off, until the shrill ring of the sensors went off and Mello called out. He started, the motion sending a line of fire from shoulder to hip. He leaned to he side, grabbing the laptop that was left solely for monitoring, and flicked through the video feeds. “Matt, What’ve we got?” Mello asked, vaulting over the bar separating the stairs from the rest of the room. “It’s an outside sensor, I know the sound. I’m running through the feeds, ahhhh, here!” He pointed to the screen where a sleek black car was parked, then to another where there were a group of people in dark suits. “It’s Ryuji.” Mello straightened, walking to the stairs. “I thought you were using contacts from L.A?” Matt questioned, not looking. Mello glanced back, watching the redhead cover up the programs he had running. “I am. Ryuji’s the liaison between them and the Yakuza.”

The beretta was picked up from beside the bed and slipped into Mello’s waistband almost like it was an afterthought, as the blonde headed to the stairs. He stopped as the sound of metal sliding across cement announced the entrance of the men. Mello motioned to Matt, who finished with the computers and stood, before calling down to the men in Japanese. “Ohayoogozaimasu.” Matt heard the echoing greeting and moved stiffly into the kitchen to fix drinks. He could hear muffled conversation, but didn’t emerge until the drinks were ready.

Mello was seated on their red wing backed chair, leather clad legs sprawled elegantly in front of him. The man seated across from him was poised in his chair, as if he owned the place, but was too polite to mention it. Matt walked forward, ignoring the man who he assumed was Ryuji and the group of men behind him to kneel and offer Mello a drink. Mello smirked, Matt was a natural. Once the blonde was sipping his drink, Matt finally turned to the other, and offered him a drink. The drink was handed over and the redhead moved back, taking up his position beside and slightly behind Mello’s chair.
Green eyes surveyed the men standing stoically in across from them, and he moved slightly, giving them all a cool glare from behind orange lenses. He turned, watching Mello and Ryuji speak. The man was obviously mixed, and his dirty-blonde hair was strange surrounded by so many dark colors. He was drumming manicured nails slightly, a sign Matt took to mean he was nervous about something. “You’ll have to forgive me, I will give Mizuki-san compensation for the lorry and car.” Mello’s voice was gracious, humble, but it was obvious that he held the power. “It was an unforeseeable accident, Mizuki-sama is aware of this. He understands that you are close to catching Kira?” The last sentence was phrased as a question and the blonde yakuza leaned forward slightly.

“Of course, just a day more, perhaps a day and a half. Speaking of which, I will need another vehicle.” Mello smirked, leaning back a little further into his chair. He glanced back at Matt, waving him forward. “And I require a doctor, and an x-ray machine.” He waved his hand, and Matt reached up with his left arm, tugging his shirt to reveal the bandaged bullet wounds, faint red splotches on the white wraps. He could see the recognition in the eyes of the silent kobun and a new respect when they watched Matt. “My subordinate was shot in our last move; I trust he’ll have the best?” Ryuji nodded and waved a man forward. “I suspected something of the sort. I’ve brought Souji-sensee with me. He’ll have a look.”

Mello nodded, and Matt turned, moving back to the kitchen, followed by the other who detoured to grab a black medical case. Once they were out of sight, Matt turned back to Ryuji. “Is there any other news?” The Japanese man shook his head. “To the world, and Kira, you are dead. “ He smiled. “Mello does not exist any longer. He died with the Lady Takada, bless her poor soul.” Mello smirked over his chocolate bar. “Good. “ He turned as Matt and the doctor walked back out.

“The bullets exited, and the wounds have been cleaned very well. I have left an antibiotic ointment to help them heal and scar less. Unfortunately I cannot see for sure if there is any internal damage, but I do not think there is any. There is a possibility of a crack or chip in the bone however. I would have it taken to a full facility.” The man bowed slightly at the waist, and turned, pushing up his glasses and returned to stand behind the chair. “Thank you.” Mello said softly, glancing at Matt standing behind him, the perfect picture of Mafioso, and unlit cigarette held between his lips.
“Thank you. Please send my regards to Mizuki-san. And tell him Kira will be finished soon. “ Mello grinned, looking evil from his position in the chair. He stayed seated as Ryuji stood and the Japanese left. Neither Matt nor himself moved until they heard the sound of the metal pulling shut. “You did good baby.” Mello hugged Matt close, making sure to avoid pressing against him too hard. He brushed back red fringe to see smirking eyes behind the goggles. “I just copied you.” He finally lit the cigarette,taking a drag as he watched Mello move to sit on the settee.

Matt watched him for a few moments, before stubbing out the fag and walking over to Mello. “I’ve got a small dose of morphine?” He said softly, watching Mello’s face as he dropped to his knees between leather clad legs. “Matty, You’ve been shot. You’re bruised and cut-We’re not going to have sex, or fight or anything like that until you’re healed.” Matt pouted, leaning forward to nuzzle the leather and laces in front of him. “Mello…” He started, only to have the blonde reach down and take his wrists. “ It doesn’t have to be rough, or hard. I can do soft and gentle and slow.” Matt didn’t look up, and so he didn’t see the look that flashed across Mello’s face at his words.

“I don’t doubt that you can.” The blonde replied softly, gently pulling the striped shirt over Matt’s head, careful to keep from snagging on the goggles. Matt moved up on his knees, following the movement to keep from stretching his abdomen to much. The goggles were removed and set reverently behind the settee, and then Matt’s wrists were once again held gently in Mello’s hands. He took the moment to gaze down at the redhead’s paler body, lithe and toned underneath the bruising , cuts and bandaging.

“So beautiful. Te amo.” Mello smiled down, bringing one wrist to his lips and kissing gently along the lines that marred the skin. “So beautiful.” He finished kissing the scars on that wrist and moved to the other. “I’ll never leave you guapo.” He kissed back up a scarred wrist, and up over Matt’s palm. “I won’t let you get hurt, bello, not ever again.”

Mello glanced up, nearly laughing at the horrified look on Matt’s face. He pulled the other up, pressing a kiss against his lips. “Never?” Matt whispered, and Mello did laugh. “Alright, I won’t let anyone else hurt you.” Matt pressed forward, kissing Mello again. “Good. I only want you.” Mello wrapped his arms carefully around the redhead’s chest, holding him loosely. “Divno.” Matt mumbled into Mello’s leather vest. “Matty?” The redhead pressed closer to the blonde. “Divan.” Mello frowned in surprise. “Matt?” He pulled the other up so he could look him in the eye. “Moja andeo divan.” Matt said softly, his gaze not leaving Matt’s and the redhead was startled to see tears forming in those blue eyes. “Mel?” He said softly, leaning forward to wipe one away with his thumb.
“I didn’t know you knew it.” Mello said softly, looking down at the floor. “You figured out I was Basques, or Vascos or whichever word you want and you used Spanish when you wanted to put extra love in your words. I wanted to do the same for you.” Matt smiled softly. “Volim te. Volim te, moja andeo divlji.” Mello laughed, pulling Matt up for a kiss. The blonde stood suddenly, carrying Matt over and gently laying him on the bed, before crawling up and straddling his lap.

“Te amo, mi esposa.” His hands slipped to Matt’s hips, undoing the fastenings on his jeans, and slipping them down slowly, boxer-briefs following. Mello slid back up, kissing Matt’s lips again, before moving down and placing butterfly kisses along his jaw and neck. Somewhere in the middle, Matt noticed the bare skin against his chest, proof that Mello had taken his top off. The blonde stopped to bite a dusky nipple, grinning against Matt’s chest at the yelp it brought, before soothing the wound with gentle licks. “Mel! “ The blonde grinned up at Matt, hand stroking his hardening member, as he continued kissing down over bandages to a bruised hip.

“Such a pretty boy you are Matt.” Mello said, sitting back on his heels. He undid the laces of his pants, slowly slipping them down his hips with a sexy little shimmy. Matt reached up, hands running over every inch of skin that he could reach, stroking, feeling, touching. Mello’s hands threaded through red strands as he fit himself between creamy, sprawled legs. Their lips met in another kiss, urgent and devouring, taking their very breath away. Mello’s hands were everywhere, feeling every inch of Matt as if he needed it to live, even as Matt did the same.

Matt was lost in the moment, the kiss, the feelings, and didn’t even notice when Mello’s hands left, and the blonde grabbed a bottle from beside the bed, never once breaking the kiss. It was perfect, intense, just like when he had a hit of something to get him through a long job or hard meeting. Mello’s fingers were working him like a perfectly tuned instrument and the blonde couldn’t help but to smile down at him, drinking in the expression of pure bliss on his face. Their kiss broken, Matt moaned in pleasure, the noises shooting straight through Mello and adding to his arousal. Another moment, and Mello couldn’t take the teasing, intimate touches of his lover, and he dove back down, kissing the redhead furiously, while he entered the redhead with one slicked and practiced movement.

Matt hadn’t thought he could feel any better than he already was, but as soon as Mello filled him, he let out a gasp, green eyes opening to meet blue. Matt didn’t quite know what to do with his hands, he hadn’t had them unrestrained in so long. He brought them above his head, ignoring the twist of pain that shot through his shoulder, and gripped the pillow over his head. Mello’s hands drifted up from bruised hips, to clasp with Matt’s. They met in another fierce kiss and in only a few dozen more strokes, they finished. They lay tangled together, gasping for breath, Mello curled around Matt almost protectively.

“Moja divlji I divan andeo.” Matt murmured into Mello’s collarbone, kissing the skin there. “ Y tu. Tu es mi amor, guapo.” Mello returned with a smile, kissing red locks. Matt turned his head, pressing a kiss on Mello’s mouth. “So what happened to the ‘no sex until I’m healed’ stuff?” He grinned. “Yeah, well.” Mello waved it off. “You’re mine. I’ll do what I want.” He carefully moved, untangling them both and pulling the blanket over them. He settled back, pulling Matt close and wrapping his arms around him. “I didn’t hurt you did I?” Matt shook his head, a smile on his face as he snuggled back against Mello’s bared chest. “I bet you would say that if I had.” The blonde muttered, holding Matt close and running his fingers through red hair. Matt stretched one arm out, grabbing a chocolate bar from under his pillow and handing it to Mello. Pressing a kiss against the redhead’s lips, Mello held him close until they both slept.

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So there's Croatian and Spanish in here, neither of which I speak fluently. If you want to know the translations, let me know. Otherwise, let me know what you think!