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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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They left the three Celts in the hall.    The reasoning was that the computer hub had to be set up, in the chalet above Mello and Matt's, but the truth was that Mello just had to be out of there.   He needed to think and to rationalise this.   He needed to work out his next course of action.   He first had to know what he believed.    He gripped Matt's hand tightly as they walked down the slope, but his husband didn't complain.   Hal and Deontic hurried down with them.    There was no talking on the slope.    The wind was so fierce now that it was all they could do to breathe.

The women huddled behind the trailer, which gave a little protection from the elements, while Matt unlocked it.   Mello waited beside him, his hood up and his shoulders up by his ears.    Matt reached in and pulled out a box, which Mello took and darted for the safety of the stairs leading up to the top chalets.   Matt took out another box and made to kick the trailer door shut, but Hal took the box off him and followed Mello.   Matt blew out his cheeks and glanced at Deontic.   She hurried to his side and peeped inside, hoping that the whole thing wasn't full of electrical equipment.   She found herself staring at Mello's motorbike and relaxed.   Matt shoved a box of leads into her hands.   By the time he'd clambered inside to reach the boxes at the back, Mello had returned.   Thus it went on, until all had been conveyed to the room above.

It was exactly the same as the chalet below, but for the fact that the bed was missing.   It had been replaced by an L-shaped row of tables lining two of the walls, with metallic frames rising from them to the ceiling.   A plastic packet of fasteners was the only thing currently hanging from them, but it would be full of monitors by the time Matt had finished.   A plain table rested against a third wall, while the fourth was taken up with the kitchenette.     Two executive chairs sat in the middle of the floor, one with Mello already sitting in it.   His hands were in his coat pockets and he was staring at a spot on the carpet just ahead.

While Matt busied himself unpacking and installing, Hal took the second chair and turned it on its pivot to face Mello.   "All I'm going to say is, do you want to talk about it?"

He shook his head and Hal sat back.    Deontic looked concerned. "What did she actually say to you anyway?"

They didn't think he was going to reply, but then Mello shook back his hair and seemed to come alive again.   "She named my grandmother and said that she's watching every step I make.   Always."   He frowned and took out his chocolate.

Hal pressed him. "And do you believe her?"

"Do you?"

Deontic pulled a face.   "I've seen no evidence of it personally, but Fenian's convinced.   Century said that she's a psychic, but I think he mostly wanted her for her knowledge of witchcraft.   I don't know if he believes that she's a real psychic or not."

"Witchcraft." Mello repeated, slowly.   "Witchcraft."

"And I know you're a Catholic and all," Deontic winced, "but I didn't think of that.   Fenian's a Catholic too and he, well, he obviously doesn't mind."

Hal touched Mello's arm.   "So what's the real issue here?   If grandma is still around, she's watched you rise to the top of your game and receive a medal for outstanding service in ridding the world of its greatest threat.    Surely that's a very proud grandma." She smiled reassurance.   "Or is it because she's a witch and you're Biblically bound to burn them at the stake or something?"

"Always around, Hal."   Mello hissed.

Matt ripped open the lid of a box containing a massive monitor. "Mello."

Mello sighed and leapt up.    He took the other end and the pair of them hoisted it against the frame.   Deontic sat down, out of the way.    "I'll hold it still. You attach it."

"'kay."

Hal watched them working.   "So you're worried about your past and what your grandma would make of that?" She wrinkled her nose. "That's actually quite endearing."

"Yeah?" Mello snapped.   "And there's no way I'm fucking Matt again with all that going on."

Standing up on the table, Matt stopped dead.   "What?"

"Until I've worked out what's going on."   Mello looked up, but Matt hadn't carried on.    "Guapo, this thing is heavy, will you just get it on please."   Their eyes met.   "Ok, I'll fuck you. In the dark.   Just get it on or I'm putting it down." Matt worked in icy silence.

Behind them, Hal was saying, "I think that's really sweet."

"I'm so glad."   Mello sniffed, then let go of the monitor, as Matt leapt down.    It was attached.    Mello turned on the women. "Are you pair just here for small talk and gossip?   Because I'm trying to think."

Deontic shook her head.   "I'm here to work out if we should go near that place.    We are in normal circumstances here and we've already had you and Matt, then Fenian and Kiana at each other's throats.   You and Fenian have clashed too.   Imagine all of that while up there.    It would be a massacre." She sighed. "And I think it's too soon for Century.   He has a chance of his heart healing, if he doesn't have another heart attack soon."

"You're having these doubts now, when you knew in advance that both Fenian and I would be here."

"I thought you had made your peace."

"Yet you still didn't tell me."   Mello countered.    "You didn't think enough peace had been made to warn me.   Don't bullshit me, Deontic.   You were just crossing your fingers and hoping for the best.    Well, it hasn't worked out that way."   She grew silent.   Mello leaned, seething, up against the kitchenette counter.   He watched Matt crawling beneath the tables with his box of leads, adaptors and transformers.   After a while, he reached into his pocket for the rest of the chocolate.   "The only good thing about this is she broke Fenian's balls in front of us too."   He caught Hal's smirk. "And you like her, don't you?"

Hal gave a slight shrug, still smiling, "I've only just met her.   I haven't made my mind up yet."   Mello's stare and silence pressed for more.   "I think she might be a little too old for Fenian, but he seems happy enough. Well..."   She trailed off.   "Mostly."

Matt stood up and began unpacking and plugging in all of the units.    Mello watched him.   "Anything you need me to do, guapo?" He watched Matt shake his head.   "I know from experience that he's better doing this alone.   It's amazing how quickly he can get us up and running.   My talented man."   His gaze never left Matt, but the redhead didn't acknowledge his words.   Even with the murmurs of assent from both women.   Mello sighed.   "I'm debating just going."

"To the house?"   Deontic asked.

"Home."

Matt frowned and snapped, "Well could you make your mind up before I connect all of this up?"

Hal looked between them, then stood. "Dee, let's leave them to this."    She took the hint and stood up.   They said their goodbyes and left the chalet.

Mello walked across and gathered Matt into a hug.   "I don't want to fight with you again."   Matt's arms came up, but he just patted Mello on the back and let them fall again.   Mello leaned back, his arms still around Matt's waist.   "What are you planning to do to Kiana and Fenian?"   He peered through Matt's fringe to his goggle-shielded eyes.   The redhead smiled.   "Mail, let me fight my own battles, eh?"

"But when you're coming out with shit like...."

"I am going to fuck you Mail."   Mello said quickly.   "Baka Janakovac will just have to love you, because I love you."

"You believe this."   Matt studied him carefully.    Mello looked slightly worried.   "What's going on, Mello?"

Mello stared at him, biting his lip.   His brow furrowed and he looked down, then back up again. His eyes darted to the side, then he stepped forward and hugged Matt closely.   Mello's voice came out quiet and breathless.   "Just give me a minute?"

Matt sucked in a breath, then raised his own arms to hold Mello to him.   They stood in the embrace for a couple of minutes, before Matt asked, "Are you ready to tell me what's going on?"

"I'm enjoying the cuddle." Mello replied, hopefully.

"Yeah, but it's not actually sorting anything out, is it?"

Mello nodded, his head still resting on Matt's shoulder.   "It is."

"How is it?"

Mello sighed and stepped away.   "I got longer than I expected." He flashed a wan smile and sat down on one of the executive chairs. He took out his chocolate bar and inspected the final jagged strip.   "I'm going to need to grab more chocolate in a minute."   Matt watched him, then briskly turned away and continued setting up the hub.   "No need to rush.   I don't want to go back up there anyway."

Matt glanced back.   "We don't have to go back up there."

"That's where strategy is being formed.   I have to be there if they're forming strategy."    Mello frowned again, staring ahead, eating just a single square at a time to make the bar last longer.   "I'm going to be the one telling them what the strategy is."

Matt smirked. "Really?"

"Mail, please don't get involved."   Mello watched him.   "Whatever you're planning..." He paused.   "What were you planning?"

"What makes you think I'm planning anything?"

"Because while they were all looking at me, I was looking at you.   Call it instinct."   He blinked.   "Call it knowing my husband. Your cage doesn't get rattled often, but when it does, you can be an evil bastard."   Mello waited for a response.   It didn't come. "I know you're trying to defend me, but if I have to rely on you to fight my battles for me, then I've already lost."   He flashed a smile, as Matt turned at the end of the tables and surveyed the whole row of computers, recorders, sensors and other equipment.   Matt flicked a switch and a great, electronic hum started up, as everything received power.    "Well done, baby."

Matt shrugged, like there was never going to be any other outcome, but that it all worked.   He'd built most of the units here from scratch; and he'd installed and set them up.   "Communicators and trackers are in the box over there.   Stuff for the house is still in the trailer."

"That's my clever boy."   Mello smiled weakly.   "So have you decided not to get any revenge on my behalf?"

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?"

"You know. You were there."

"What else is wrong."   Matt moved between machines, glancing at some data, pausing for a few seconds before others and entering passwords into the rest.   He watched Mello, from the corner of his eye.   The blond's emotions crossed transparently through his eyes and features.   Until Mello caught him looking and then there was that blatant attempt to appear controlled again.   Matt leaned against a table and said, sharply, "Mihael."

Mello jumped.   "Ok!" He held up a hand, then clenched it again.   "How can I put this?   I feel like I'm fighting a war on all fronts.   Everyone's expecting things of me, which is fine!   I'm good under pressure and I know I can perform."   He glared at Matt, as if daring him to contradict him.    Matt just chuckled.   "What?"

"That's understood, Mello.   I don't know why you even had to clarify it.   You're good under pressure. Fact."

"Thank you."   Mello peered into his empty silver foil, then scrunched it up and chucked the wrapper across the floor.   "Deontic made me look like an idiot.   Then Kiana threw me a curveball that I couldn't explain."

"God, Mello, you don't half take things personally."   Matt rolled his eyes and lit a cigarette.   Mello was staring at him with wide, startled eyes.    "So now you're feeling all vulnerable and in need of a self-esteem boost.   But you've got it into your head that you have to always be hard-faced, with a slight edge of danger, with me.   Add a pinch of beating yourself up about feeling all vulnerable and hey presto! The world is ending."    He surveyed his husband.   Mello's mouth was a straight slit.   Matt sauntered across and crouched down.   He took a drag on his cigarette, then held it, while he covered Mello's hands with his own.   Matt turned his head away to exhale the smoke, then gazed up into Mello's eyes.   "They target you because you're in a league of your own.   They come after you in a pack, because no-one could touch you on their own.   Your intelligence is unrivalled.   Our marriage is sound.   If, and that's a really big if, your grandmother is following you around, then she must be proud of you. Otherwise she would have fucked off in disgust years ago and wouldn't be here for Kiana to see now.   I didn't think 'tenable' was a word either. And you're really pretty.   Anything else?"

Mello's shoulders sagged, the tension lifting out of them.   He lifted his hands free of Matt's and reached forward to wrap his arms around Matt's neck.   "I really love you, Mail."   He hugged him.

"Good. Volim te."   Matt replied, rubbing Mello's back and sneaking a drag on his cigarette over Mello's shoulder.   He took care to exhale, before Mello drew back.   "All good now?"

"I'm sorry I'm not being what you need me to be at the moment."

"I just need you to be honest and to sort your shit out before they pile more onto you."   Matt shrugged and stood back up, lightly smacking Mello's thigh as he did so.   "If I wanted an emotionless drone for a husband, the last thing I'd have done is married you."

Mello looked up sharply, "You're calling me over-emotional?"

Matt smirked, but shook his head.   He picked up the key from the kitchenette counter, where it had been left, and swung it on his finger.   "Are you worrying about that now?   No, Mello. You're only over-emotional when you're being over-emotional.   Most of the time you just wear your emotions on your sleeve.   It's all good.   At least I know where I stand with you."

"But you don't."   Mello swung around in the chair, then propelled himself up onto his feet.   "I'm always having to reassure you."

Matt considered it.    "Possibly.   Occasionally."

"I'm ready to take them on now."

"No, you're not."   Matt opened the door and held it for Mello to follow.   "You're ready for bed.   Go and lie down. I'll text Century and tell him you've got a blinding headache and we'll talk strategy in the morning."

Mello cast him a withering look.   "Don't be ridiculous."   Then he dashed off down the steps.
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