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Annals of Fear II	By : DeathNoteFangirl Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 5803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Fuck yeah!"   Matt grinned.   Twice as the motorbike had stood, idling, its revs had dipped.   Each time, they'd rushed to jump onto it and speed off down the road.    Now they'd succeeded in bouncing Hal's car out of the way, enough for Mello to ride the bike inside.    It was only a few yards, but Mello gestured for Matt to get onto the back of the bike.   They rode to the front of the Camaro.    Matt slid off and rushed to find the key, where Hal had replaced it under the plant-pot.   Mello hesitated, still straddling the bike, but, as Matt hurried inside the farmhouse, Mello left it running and followed on foot.    They'd barely made it through the front door, before they heard the revs start to dip.   "Mello, we need it!"

Mello lifted his visor.   "We started it before. We'll start it again."     Matt raced into the toilet and gratefully sat on it.    Mello took the opportunity to demolish a chocolate bar.   "Mail, why have you shut the door?"

Matt called back, "Because it's hardly the most elegant position for you to perv over me in."    He was taking the opportunity to wind up the torch. The whirr of it came through the door.    "Is it still going?"

Mello was deep in thought and didn't reply.    Outside, the motorbike's engine struggled on.   He only looked up, when the toilet flushed and Matt stepped out.   Mello pushed away from the wall and sauntered past him into the small toilet.   He used it without closing the door.   "Don't go out there without me." He called out, as Matt moved towards the front door.   "Mail."

"Hurry up then."

Mello flushed and stepped out, still zipping up his leathers.   "Let it go.   We know we can compression start it now."   He walked past Matt and darted down the short path.   Matt ran after him.   Mello turned the key and switched the motorbike's engine off.   "It feels different up here. Let's find food and..."

"Fucker."   Matt glared.   He unlocked his car door and reached around to unlock the rear passenger door.    "I wanted that."

"Food. Rest. Warmth."   Mello countered.   He wheeled the motorbike into the hallway of the farmhouse, then returned to Matt's side.   His husband had lifted out two metal cases from under the seat.   He was reaching in for the third.   "Right."   Mello picked them up, but didn't move inside.   "We're talking about this first. This was the last resort."

"Check it's all working." Matt responded, airily.   He pushed back the seat and locked up his car.   He took the third case inside.

They took the cases into the kitchen and placed them onto the table.   Mello took off his helmet and pensively watched his husband in the murky darkness.   Matt had already shed the climbing helmet. He opened the first case and took out the two oil lamps.   One was handed to Mello.   Matt extracted the little canister of oil and filled his own, before passing it on to Mello.   The kitchen was lit.    Mello inspected the stove.    It was gas.   "Give me your lighter, Mail."   It was thrown.   Mello turned on a hob, then ignited it from the lighter.   "We can cook."   He stated, matter-of-factly, then hunted through the cupboards.   There were tins.   "Mail?"

Matt looked up. "I'm not hungry."

"You are." Mello informed him.   Matt was fitting together a series of cables and rods. He carried it over to the sink and ran the water, as fast as it could gush.   A small turbine, at the end of his contraption, was placed into the stream.   "There's some stewing steak here.   Baked beans.   Sweetcorn and peas."

"Sounds awful."

Mello faced him.   "If I cook you something, you'll fucking eat it.   That's an order."

"Yes, Mum."

Mello bowed his head, taking a deep breath.   He raised it again and took down the stewing steak.   He found a tin of chicken curry behind it.   "Or curry?"   His husband didn't reply.   "I'm having the curry. You can have the stewing steak."

"Surely you have to stew it, which implies a long cooking time."   Matt replied without looking up from the sink.   Mello was already reading the instructions on the tin and working this out for himself.    He rammed it back into the cupboard and went on searching.   A couple of moments later, he was taking off his biking jacket and draping it over the back of a chair.    He took a couple of saucepans from a shelf and lit another hob.   Matt surveyed him cautiously.   "What have I got?"

"I found a tin of beef curry."   Mello emptied the tins into their saucepans, then walked away, while they heated up.   "How's it going?"

Matt blew out his cheeks. "It's charging up."

"Clever boy, aren't you?" Mello smirked, though it never quite reached his eyes.   He leaned in to kiss his husband, then he asked, briskly, "Ready to run through the plan?"   Matt just glanced back at the table, where the other two metal cases lay waiting.   Mello nodded. "And are you ready to talk about what happened down there?"

Matt wrinkled up his nose.   "Folie à deux?"

"I don't mean in the house.   We both know what we saw and heard there.   I mean outside." Mello leaned against the sink unit. "You were trying to hurt me.   All that shit about Near."

"Owned."

Mello fixed him with a penetrating stare, then stepped away to stir the curries.   "No." He replied, after a short silence. "It's not that.   But I'll stand by what I said down there. You want to lead this case, you go for it. I'm your Man Friday.   Just tell me what to do."

Matt stared at the turbine.   "Stop fucking around with curry and check your equipment."

"Except in that matter."   Mello bit off a strip of chocolate and ate it quickly.   "You're eating."

Matt wrinkled up his nose. "So you'll do what's asked, unless I actually ask something."   He gestured towards the hallway. "I told you to keep the bike running, you switched it off. I asked you to check your equipment and you haven't even opened it. I told you that I'm not hungry, so you're cooking food for me.   Which of this is the part when you'll follow my lead?"

Mello smiled, "I'm a bitch, aren't I?"

"You're doing my fucking head in."

Mello peered back at him. "My reasoning is this. You're tired, hungry, in pain and cold.   I can fix the hunger and the cold.   We're indoors and I'm cooking.   I wish I hadn't beaten you and that's got nothing to do with the great sex at the time. It's to do with how you feel now.   I wish I could persuade you to have a nap, but I know that's not going to happen."

"Fucking hate it when you go into Pollyanna mode."

Mello glowered, but bit back a retort.   He stirred the curries in silence, then suddenly bolted away from the cooker and grabbed Matt around the middle.   He used the element of surprise and inertia to career them both into the wall opposite.   "Ok, shithead." Mello snarled, inches from Matt's face, as he held him there.   "This all ends now, if I pull rank. Just remember that before you disrespect me."

"Your curry is going to burn."

"No, it's not." Mello growled.   "If you have a strategy and it's a good one, with sound, solid reasoning, then I'm right behind you.    If you're just out to break my balls, then you'll find that I will not let our past relationship interfere with..." He stopped. He'd seen the flicker in Matt's eyes.   Mello took a deep breath and softened his tone.   "So you are still in there. Good."   He released him and stepped back.   "At least we have that established."   Matt was staring at him, without any emotion on his features.   "I'm sorry that Kiana fainted, before she mentioned a ghostly guardian for you, but don't take that shit out on me."

Matt sneered, but didn't respond.   Mello sighed and strode away to give the curries a quick stir.   Matt said, softly, "I can't believe you've just threatened to split up with me again."

"I didn't, Mail."   Mello glanced back.   Then he slammed down the wooden spoon and peeled off his gloves.   "You see this ring?"   He held up his left hand.   "I married you!   That means that I've got you for better or," Mello glanced around, irritated, "as it transpires, for fucking worse."    He started back to Matt's side and set a hand on the wall, beside Matt's head.   He leaned forward, his ungloved index finger under Matt's chin, raising his head.   "So what is your motivation?   Is this part of your strategy?   Trying to piss me off.    Or, maybe, revenge.   I hurt you last time."   He surveyed Matt's impassive features.   "A vote of no confidence in me.   Mello's lost it, let's start a mutiny.   Is that it?"

"Mihael." Matt placed his hand onto Mello's waist and let it slide up and back down. "You want a hug?"

Mello yapped out a mirthless laugh.   "You want a hug, I'll give you one."   He pressed his body against Matt's.   His hands cupped Matt's head and held it, as he kissed him.   On the hob, the saucepans began to bubble and spit curry against the sides of the pans.   "Baby, don't fuck with me. That's all I ask."   Mello stepped away and went to rescue their meals.   After a short interval, Matt wandered back to the sink and returned to his home-made, mini hydro-electrical transformer.    Mello slopped the heated curries into two dishes and carried them to the table.   He sat down, then reached back and stroked a hand up Matt's inner thigh.   The redhead jumped.   "Sit down. Eat. Leave that in there and, by the time you've finished, it will be done.   A watched battery never charges."   He smirked.

Matt did as he was told, but he just picked at the food.   He glanced at Mello. "What are you hoping to achieve from this?"

"A full belly."

"I meant down there." Matt nodded towards the window.

Mello nodded, "I know."   He was wolfing down his food, at a speed that he never used at home.   Back there it was more often Mello who took ages to savour a meal.    "Top of the list is my husband back."

Matt stared at him. "Oh?"

"The knowledge that the witch bottle is neutralised.    An end to the power cut.    Solving the mystery would be great, but right now, I'd settle for just knowing that it couldn't touch us or anyone else anymore."   Mello scraped the dregs of the curry out of the bowl, then leapt up and set it on the side. "Eat, guapo.   Before I force-feed you."   He dashed around the table and opened the first of the metal cases.    Inside, just as he had packed it, were the components of a bomb.    He glanced over them.   Nothing had changed since he had closed the lid back in their New Forest home.    He opened the other case.   It held an identical kit.   All was in order.   Mello looked up and Matt took a mouthful of beef curry.    "What if we're just destroying the evidence?   It could leave a situation where the problems are still there, but with nothing to use to resolve it."

Matt took another spoonful of curry to his mouth and swallowed it.   "So you want to go back into that house to find out?"

Mello took out a fresh bar of chocolate and unwrapped the top.    "It's a crime scene."   He snapped off a strip of chocolate and held it between his teeth, as he set about constructing the major elements of the explosive.   "Though," he said, eventually, across the chocolate, "I think it's obvious by now that the trouble is underneath the house.   This might give us a clear view of what the house is built on."

"It's built around a standing stone."   Matt informed him, blithely.   Mello nodded.   "Infra-sound got picked up on that track. The song itself had suggestion in it.   That's what caused all of those suicides.   I've got a spider out there, in cyberspace, on a hunt and destroy.   That track is going to be wiped off the internet.   That's 24/7, out there. Search and destroy."   Behind him, there was a soft beep.   Matt dropped his spoon into the remains of his curry and leapt to inspect it.   "Woot!"

"That's my geek."

Matt selected an adaptor and, with the turbine still under the gushing tap, slotted it into his mobile 'phone.   Nothing happened. "Fuck."

"Eat your curry."   Mello commanded.   "Are you thinking that we bring down the whole house or just the outbuildings?"   He met Matt's sharp look head on.   "The fairy path theory."   He smiled at Matt's expression.   "Whole house then." Mello contemplated his bottles of chemicals, each in their own compartments inside the cases.   "Actually, I won't set the charge until we're there.   So there's time."   His gaze took on a far-away hue.   "Something's bothering me about the brickwork. Why did that shaft bulge out?   The one that Fenian had to climb around?"   He pointed his screwdriver at the curry.   "Mail, eat!"   He waited.   Matt took the bowl to the sink and ate another spoonful, while still messing with his transformer.    "Who's buried behind the brickwork?"

Matt froze, one hand with the spoon and the other holding his 'phone.   He turned slowly to stare at Mello.   "You're going in to find out?"

"Hell no."   Mello smirked, but Matt knew that look.   Things were moving into place in Mello's head. Mello's grin broadened and he sucked in the chocolate.   Matt waited.   Mello looked at him. "Reckon we could charge your car off my bike?"

"That was my plan." Matt stated, warily.   "Until you nerfed the bike."

"Compression start." Mello's eyes were shining with glee.    "How did that work, Mail?"

Matt ate his curry, buying time, but Mello waited.   "In truth, I haven't got a clue.   My plan was to just freewheel it down with me steering.    I reckoned I could do it."

"Oh?"   Mello bit off more chocolate.   "So, guapo, how did that work?"    He looked like the cat who had the cream.   "I await your solution to that one with unsurpassed anticipation."

"Maybe it was a surge.   Blew out the initial energy sources, but if more can be created, then it's fine now."   He looked anxiously down at his 'phone.   "We'll know if your bike still works."

Mello nodded. "Plan B is ready.   But, of course, I'm with you all the way on Plan A."

Matt's 'phone lit up in his hand.   "Fuck, yeah!"   He set down his bowl onto the draining board.   "Now all I need is a fucking signal."   His head shot up.   "No signal!"

Mello looked genuinely disappointed.   "Awww, sorry, baby."

"No!"   Matt slapped his forehead.   "Out on the road, on the way up.   When we first ever came here.   Remember that I had no signal nor an internet connection?   I was awfully pissed off."    Mello watched him, a faint frown on his features.    "Then we arrived at the house and we got both."

"I recall that."   Mello's expression urged more.

Matt smiled, "The transmitter is over the valley.   Something blocks it on the road.   That's why nothing breaks down until it's on the track.   It's not getting a huge dollop of electro-magnetic force hitting it until, oh."   Matt frowned. "That's not it."

"Because you've just remembered about the wagon and horse and Kiana hosting all of the family reunions?" Mello asked, though with the briefest of hesitations at the last.

"No." Matt shrugged. "Because the EMF shouldn't be affecting the electricity like that."

Mello nodded. "No, but if we assume, just hypothetically, that the ghosts are real, then it could well be affecting them.   Let's take your theory and extend it.   Apart from earlier on, I can't think of any occasion when something happened on that road, can you?"   He didn't need Matt to shake his head, but he waited until he did.   "Ok, so there's nothing on that road that allows the ghosts there long enough to steal our electricity.   Feasible?"

"Fucked up on so many different levels."    Matt started turning slowly around.

"If we take into consideration that ghosts are real."

"Woot!"   Matt found a signal and he began searching the internet.   "In that hypothesis, then yes.   But they were there earlier, unless Kiana was fucking with you all."    His smile was meant to communicate that that was what he thought anyway.

"So we're ignoring the horse that we all heard?"   Mello smirked. "Kiana is psychic. She was the factor that isn't normally there. She allowed them to make it to the road, but once she'd gone, it was clear again.   We had a clear run to recharge my Honda's battery."

Matt was barely listening.   "It's localised.   It's basically affecting the area hemmed in by..." He frowned at his 'phone.   "Fucking unpronounceable names on all sides."

Mello rushed across and took the 'phone.   "Machynlleth and Aberdyfi to the north.   Down to Aberystwyth. So Cader Idris mountain is blocking it to the north and the Cambrian Mountains to the east.   But it's not further south than this valley.   Yet your transmitter is on the other side of the valley, at the top of the ridge.   Why isn't it messing up south of there, baby?" He handed the 'phone back.

Matt sagged. "Let's just go and blow up the fucking manor house."

Mello had been about to take a bite of chocolate.   It was arrested inches from his mouth.   His eyes widened.   "Mail." Matt leapt away from the window.   His back had been against it.   Mello jumped and looked too. "What?"

"Why are you looking like that?"

Mello laughed, over-brightly. "Baby."   His hand rubbed Matt's arm.   "I love you and I deeply respect your mind."

"But you have a plan and you're fucked if you're following mine, now that you have a strategy of your own."

Mello winced.   "Sort of."    He gazed nervously at his husband.   "It's not totally dismissing your plan. It just involves an itsy-bitsy detour first."   He waited, with a pained expression, but Matt was just staring right back and giving nothing away.   "I just want to look behind that wall, then I'll blow up any CADW protected property that you direct me to blow up.   I'll even handle Hal, when she has to deal with the authorities."   He gave a winsome smile.   "Please?"

"God, you're a camp fuck at times."

"I promise that the next stage will see me being a kick-ass motherfucker."   Mello bit into his chocolate.   He ate the piece in his mouth immediately.   He was more nervous than he let on.

Matt took out a cigarette and lit it. "You want us to go into the manor.   Knowing that it's a toxic cocktail of EMF and infra-sound and that we've already fled it once."

"No." Mello smirked. "We're never stepping foot in it again."   Matt blinked.   "Nevertheless, I still want to know what's behind it.   Do you think you could get the car working, baby?   And let me run with this for a little while?"   His hand travelled down Matt's chest, stopping at the bulge in his jeans.   It was a blatant promise for the future, that was echoed in Mello's gaze.

"Do I have a choice?"

Mello leaned in, licking Matt's lips and kissing him, "Always."   He withdrew his hand. "I need you to get your car working."   He patted Matt's backside, then danced over to the table.   Matt watched him unhook the partition from the underside of the lid, inside one of the cases.   Mello took out a Beretta and a box of cartridges.   He loaded it.   Matt waited, but no further information came.    Matt sighed and reached for Mello's keys from the table.   "Ah." Mello smiled. "I should have said, after you've finished your curry."   Matt glared, then turned around and marched out into the hallway anyway. "Mail."   Mello called.   "Please?   It was mostly said to buy time to sort my stuff out here.   I'm nearly ready, then I'll come with you."

Matt flashed the birdie at the wall and carried on out.

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