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God is Watching	By : Twylight Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 2933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Story Title:: God is Watching

Chapter Title:: Sin

Series :: Death Note

Pairings :: Matt x Mello

Rating :: NC-17

Author :: KuroiKagi ( kuroikagi@gmail.com, www.kuroi-hoshi.deviantart.com )<br>

Warnings :: Boysmex, naughty language, and Mello being a whore.<br>

Chapter Summary :: Mello wakes up the next morning and finds he wants Matt more so than he really should...

Notes :: Yes, I finally decided to pick this up again. I don’t know why but, well, thank you to all that reviewed! Your words were very kind and, well, after some more obsessing over this couple I decided to continue this... Let’s see where it goes/how far I get. I’m going to revise some of the chapters as well soon J

S i n

Mello’s eyes widened as he saw the man behind him, the gun cocked and ready to end his life and blow his brains out against the glass door. But he didn’t just yet, no he pushed Mello against the door and jammed the pistol to the back of his skull so hard Mello was sure there’d be a bruise if he survived this.

“You think you could just off our boss like that the other day without any retribution, kid?” The man grabbed Mello’s hand and jerked it hard, pressing it to the glass. The potato chips fell to the ground with a small crunch, Mello’s cheek began to cool against the refrigerated glass, “I heard they call you Mello.” The man chuckled, swiping his blond hair from his ear, “What’s your real name, huh?”

“None of your fucking business.” Mello growled, “Like I’d tell some cockless, nameless underling my actual name? Hah.” The blond spat against the glass, “Coming up from behind my back rather than facing me? Real daring of you.” The man dropped Mello’s hand and grabbed his wet blond hair at that—yanking it back painfully. He slammed Mello into the glass and cracked it from the force. Mello tasted copper—blood—from biting his tongue and he found himself laughing again; if he was going to die at the hands of this weakling excuse for a henchmen, he’d die laughing, “Not to mention killing me with witnesses and the security tapes? Genius plan, really.” the thug slammed his head against the glass again, cracking it even more.

“They said you were a mouthy little cunt. A small, mouthy bitch that needs to learn who not to fuck with.” The man let his hair go and turned Mello around, “That mouth of yours gets you into a lot of trouble doesn’t it?” Mello wanted to laugh again at the irony of that statement; his mouth was the reason he was even at this store right now. His mouth was the reason that Matt had probably skipped town and never wanted to see him again, “And now it’s going to make your death even more painful. I was just going to be nice and shoot you.” The henchman was the one who laughed this time, jamming his gun back in its holster before he took out a knife, “Quick, clean... Now I think I’ll take a more personal approach.” Mello kicked out against the man, trying to bit him, hit him, anything... Sadly, the man weighed at least one hundred and fifty pounds more than him, not to mention all muscle and at least six foot in height.

Mello was fucked, wasn’t he? He couldn’t get out of this no matter how smart he was.

Physically, he’d never been that tough. If anything, Matt was more gifted in that area and that really wasn’t saying much considering that Matt’s idea of a work out was playing a game on Hard mode rather than Normal. At this time, however, Mello wished he was a good foot taller and maybe less slender and more muscled. He felt the cool of the knife pressed to his cheek and despite knowing that the man could hold him back, he fought against him.

In the back of his mind, however, Mello braced himself for whatever was to come which he knew would be pain. However, instead of cold steel pressing into his cheek, Mello was only met with the sound of two gunshots. One broke the case behind him, the other hit the man clean in the head, making the man drop Mello and fall forward with a shout as not only the man tumbled to the ground but cans tumbled out onto him as well.

Mello fell back against the cans of Red Bull and Monster—slipping to a stop on the ground with the glass, sticky liquid of the drinks, and the dead body of his assailant. He looked up to see who had shot the man and was surprised to see Matt. He almost smiled but quickly was stopped when he heard a flurry of gunshots and Matt was hit—falling against the shelf of food next to him. Matt reacted in time and shot at the man who’d managed to catch him off guard—hitting and killing him. Perhaps all those first person shooter games of Matt’s were paying off? The gamer sighed and leaned against the shelf behind him, reloading his gun like he hadn’t gotten shot in the thigh and then coolly lit a cigarette.

It took Mello a moment to react but when he did all he could do was scream Matt’s name and a flurry of other curse words in frustration more so than fear or anything else—it was the only reaction he could have at the moment. Why was Matt here? Why had he done that? Or, well, he <i>knew</i> why Matt was here and why he did it but it still was perplexing him for one reason or another. With more than enough difficulty, Mello managed to push the hulky dead man off of himself. He searched the man’s body until he retrieved the gun he’d used to threaten Mello with only moments before. The blond scrambled over to his friend as Matt clutched his wounded thigh, a cigarette bit between his gritted teeth.

“It’s just a scratch. So don’t PMS on me about how I should have been on guard, okay? Midol’s in aisle six if we’re gonna start that shit.” Matt said despite the fact that he was obviously in an awful amount of pain.

Mello hit him upside the head, “This is no time for joking, you jackass! You’re so dumb! You’re so fucking dumb! Why the hell are you following me like this? You’re gonna get yourself killed one day and I’m not going to give a flying fuck about it!: Mello growled at his friend, angry that Matt was now shot as a consequence of saving him, “I hate you sometimes, you know that? I hope you bleed out and fucking die right now.” He wanted to berate his usually lazy friend more but knew that now was not the time.

“What happened to loving me?” Matt asked after a small pause—oh, he knew that hit a nerve but he didn’t care, “I just killed a guy for you if you didn’t notice.” Matt snapped back with sarcasm in his voice but it did hit a nerve for Mello. Why would he joke like that?! What kind of insensitive ass was Matt? Then again, what kind of insensitive ass was Mello to tell Matt that he loved him and then leave all in the same breath? He turned to him with a small yet still angry glare that was cut short by another wave of gunshots. It drew his attention back to the fact that they still were in danger and their fight would be wisely continued later on.

Mello quietly stood up and hefted himself up on one of the shelves to see over them. A few shots came straight at his head and Mello realized that there were at least three other men in the store. With Matt injured, that left Mello a little unevenly matched. He had to come up with a plan and quick. Being raised at such a place as Wammy’s House, that was easy. He glanced down at Matt who had grabbed a bag of potato chips from the shelf behind himself and began snacking. Well that was helpful. Mello sighed and looked over at Matt, “Do me a favor and keep your wounded ass here, okay?” He quickly pulled himself up on the shelves all the way, and within seconds bullets were racing past his head.

Mello jumped over to the next aisle, landing with feline like grace and looked around to see if there were any civilians nearby. He couldn’t see any though nor had he heard any screams like one usually might. It was odd that no one else was in the store; Mello hadn’t noticed that before he came in but he realized now. The only people who were in the store were himself, Matt, and the other men. Curious how that happened but he had a feeling it had to do with the fact that he was dealing with the same mafia he’d confronted just yesterday.

Not to mention the police weren’t there and the alarm hadn’t been tripped.

So, perhaps, that man would have gotten away with killing him had Matt not been there? Go figure. Mello sighed and waited as footsteps raced towards him. Two of the men cornered him in the long aisle as he thought they would—one to the left, the other to the right. He looked at the two men and took note that one of them was wearing sunglasses. That might impede his aim not to mention it made him look stupid considering that they were in a building and it was raining outside. The other looked a little more skilled. And, luckily, they were more concerned with Mello more so than Matt thanks to Mello’s antics the day before. Both of them were creeping towards the very still Mello, obviously cautious thanks to Mello’s reputation.

The blond smirked to himself and at the men; he had to rely on his instincts and his instincts told him that these goons would shoot if he went for his gun. And, if Mello’s guess was on, one of the bullets had a good chance of hitting the other which was more than enough for Mello. Caution was something he rarely used anyhow not to mention stupid percentages weren’t something he fucked with either like Near and L did. He also took quick note of a large light above the man without the sunglasses—if he could hit that... Mello smirked and lifted his gun just so.

As Mello expected, the men both fired and Mello dropped to his knees at the right moment—he’d spent a good amount of time learning to judge bullet speeds and timing. And as he expected, one of the bullets grazed his side—the man’s without the sunglasses—and the other hit the man to his left with the sunglasses on in the chest but didn’t kill him. It left Mello enough time to roll to his right and shoot the fixture above the other man; knocking him unconscious. He got up and walked over to the man who had been shot.

Mello looked at him and saw that he was about to say something—maybe pleading for his life—but Mello didn’t care. He took aim and shot him clean between his eyes. Then, without any real pause, he walked over to the other and shot him as well. It might not have been the kind of justice someone like L condoned but it was the type of justice that Mello saw fit for trying to kill him and hurting Matt. He quietly climbed back over the shelf to where Matt was, landing with a soft grunt.

“Mells, you’re bleeding.” Matt informed him; as if Mello didn’t know. The blonde gave him a snide look and muttered a rather pissed off, “so are you” before stalking down the other way to find the last man. The other was already on his way and stopped when he saw Mello, firing at him twice. Mello knew he had only four shots left on this particular gun so he didn’t want to waste them. He quietly waited behind the self of cans and other food goods and took a deep breath before he slipped out again.

The man fired at him and Mello took his chances and shot twice and then a third time. A shelf of boxed goods crashed down with the man’s body and Mello knew he’d hit him. The blond raced over to the pile of boxes to make sure that the man was dead.

Mello breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw that the man was indeed dead. He leaned against the shelves and ran a hand through his course blond hair; at leastthat was over. He knew he couldn’t waste time though and quietly walked back over to find Matt. Of course, the impatient ass was hobbling out of the aisle and was over by the counter trying to lift himself over.

“What... the fuck are you doing?” Mello pulled his ass back down.

“Cigarettes.” Matt said, “I’d come to get some.”

“...I thought you followed me here?” Mello asked, now a little confused.

Matt shook his head, “Nope. I figured you’d be back. Even if trouble does tend to follow you like a black cloud. You’d be back. Cats always come back to where they’re fed, right?” He rolled his eyes with a smirk, before motioning to the cigarettes again, “Please?”

“If I’m a stray cat, you’re a dirty dog.” Mello half growled at the comparison of himself to a cat but decided to give him the cigarettes anyway; Matt tended to get annoying when he was without them. Much like Mello was when he was without chocolate for long periods of time. He climbed onto the glass case and grabbed a few cases of the brand Matt liked before hopping back over. He did this all without much difficulty; the scratch on his side wasn’t much.

Matt smirked as he took his lighter out and popped a cigarette into his mouth, “Thanks.”

“Did you walk here?”

Matt shook his head, “Drove.” He pulled his keys out and Mello grabbed them, “Hey, hey, hey! You’re not driving my baby.” He grabbed them back, only to have Mello take them again, “Do you even have a license?”

“First of all, who got you your fucking baby? And second of all, no.” Mello snapped at him before heading out the door; he would have offered to help him but he was too pissed off to do so, “God, you’re so annoying…”

~+~

Mello sat on the bed of Matt’s room in their apartment, cleaning the wound on his leg. Luckily, the bullet had only grazed him so it wasn’t as bad as Mello first assumed it was. Matt had insisted on patching Mello up first so the blonde was shirtless with a bandage on his side. Matt was wearing his favorite pair of Mario boxers, his game off and set aside for once.

The two were awfully silent—especially considering that one of them was Mello. Matt looked at his friend as he wrapped his leg though; watching his hands when they’d touch his leg every now and then. Some of the blood from when Matt had killed the man holding Mello still clung to his face some. Despite that, Matt found himself thinking about how damn pretty Mello was for a guy. His thick eye lashes covered most of his wide eyes from this angle, giving him more of a gentle look than he usually had with those saucer wide eyes of his.

“...Mello.” Matt finally broke the silence between them; this was odd for Matt but it had to be done. The blond looked up at him and Matt lost whatever words were coming to him. Instead, he leaned over and went for Mello’s soft lips but was denied. He felt the brush of blond hair on his lips and face and knew Mello had turned from him, an angry expression probably on that pretty face of his.

“Stop kissing me.” Mello snapped at him, taping the gauze on his leg up before getting off the bed, “We’re not dating. It was just... fucking. If you wanna fuck later, fine but now—”

Matt smirked, cutting Mello off, “This coming from the guy who said that he loved me?” Mello was glaring at Matt again.

The blond stood up and walked the bloody rags over to the trash basket, “Even if it was just an accidental post-coital admission, Mells, you still said it.” He watched the blond pace a little before walking into the kitchen, “Mello!” he called out to his friend, “Mello, stop moping and get your ass in here. Mello!” he frowned, pausing a few moments before he decided to try something else…

“Mihael!” he knew that would get him back in there and it did. The blond had a cup of hot coffee in his hands and his usual chocolate bar but Matt could only stare at the coffee as his friend walked over, “Mells I was just kidding... Don’t be cruel. I was shot in my leg you know...” he said, nervously as Mello came dangerously close with the cup of coffee in hand.

“It was only a scratch though, right?” Mello threatened but only set the coffee down on the table next to the bed. He sat next to Matt after that, silent again. He could feel Matt’s eyes on him, knowing what he wanted which was an explanation about the whole confession of love. Normally, Mello didn’t say things he didn’t mean. Which was what scared him more than anything… Did he mean this? Did he really love Matt? Mello knew he cared about him. But emotions, Mello always thought, such as love were useless.

Then again, he knew he couldn’t avoid them like Near or L did. He was too passionate, he was too emotional to just ignore something so inherently part of him—even something as useless as love existed to him and he was afraid to feel it. Especially for someone like Matt…

It was then he felt a hand on his chin and knew it was Matt’s. Quietly, the other pulled Mello’s chin up and over to himself, a look in his eyes that Mello didn’t recognize. Matt was about to say something and suddenly Mello was scared. He didn’t want to know how Matt felt one way or the other. He didn’t want the awkwardness of Matt saying he didn’t love him nor did he want the responsibility if Matt did love him. So, Mello covered his mouth with a hand and shook his head, “I don’t want to hear it okay? Just… keep it to yourself.” He told him, feeling the sting of his own words.

“This is just sex and only sex, got it?” he told Matt, “I don’t want to mix feelings with this. I love the sex and how it feels,” he paused, sighing a little, “Not you. I’m not in love with you. Got it? I’m only interested in becoming Number One. Not falling in love.” Mello let his hand fall from Matt’s mouth, “So let’s just keep it this way if we’re going to sleep together anymore.”

Well that was a lie but who cared?

Matt stared up at him a moment and didn’t say a word one way or another. Instead he shoved Mello off the bed, sending the blond crashing to the floor on his back. Matt knew that Mello was lying and that’s what made the usually calm gamer angry. He covered Mello’s mouth with his hand this time but didn’t say anything as he pulled his boxers down and began stroking his cock in hard quick strokes. He heard Mello say something against his hand and ignored it.

Instead he just snapped the blonde’s legs apart and Mello began to struggle, fight, kick out at him so much that Matt had to let his mouth go, “Matt! Stop it! God, come on don’t—“ Mello was surprised when Matt grabbed his pants and began tearing them off. He might have thought this change in attitude was a hot move, “Matt, seriously, stop! I don’t want to fuck you right now! Stop it!” His foot connected with Matt’s face but the red head seemed undeterred and just grabbed his ankle.

Matt jerked Mello’s legs over his shoulders, positioned himself, and slammed his cock into Mello’s ass without any warning. The action made Mello shout, tears coming to his eyes as Matt pulled out and then thrust back in several times before finding a rhythm he liked. It worked up into something along the lines of ruthlessly pounding his backside into the hard wooden floor within seconds—the gashes on Mello’s side were probably bleeding again now as well...

Mello dug his nails into Matt’s back, “Matt, st—“ he gasped, biting his tongue so hard that he tasted copper—blood, “Oh, fuck…!” he closed his eyes, hearing only Matt’s harsh breathing and the slapping of skin against skin, “Matt…” Mello found the name falling off his lips still—Matt was infuriating him at the moment yet…

Matt, harder.” he heard his own voice betry him and Mello knew that he was really getting turned on by this, “Don’t stop.” He whispered, trying to match his friend’s pace.

Mello’s hands rose from Matt’s back to his bright red hair and he pulled his head down, kissing him hotly. Matt bit him in response, breaking the kiss off with growl. Mello’s eyes caught his face and he looked angry, feral almost. Though the look didn’t extend to his whole face. No, it was just in his eyes—Mello could always read those dark blue eyes of his.

The blond pulled his friend’s face back up and kissed him, half forcing him into it. However, it was then, in the midst of the hot, angry kiss, that Matt came suddenly.

Mello gasped; feeling his friend’s hips twitch and the slightest grunt escape from his lips as he emptied himself inside Mello. The blonde broke the kiss off slowly, about to tease Matt for coming so early before the red head got up abruptly. Mello was confused for a moment before he easily realized Matt had absolutely no intention of returning the favor—this was a sort of punishment to Mello, wasn’t it? The damned dog was biting the hand that fed it, “Real mature, Matt.” Mello muttered, “Come on, you’re leaving me like this are you?” he asked and Matt didn’t respond.

No, Matt just walked over to his dresser, pulled a pair of pants out, some cigarettes, and walked over to the balcony, “So, we’re doing the Italian’s tonight right?”

~ T B A ~

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