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The Flaw	By : ShinigamiMailJeevas Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Mello/Matt Views: 2603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-The Flaw
- 2-Part 1
- 3-Part 2
- 4-Part 3
- 5-Part 4
- 6-Part 5
- 7-Part 6
- 8-Part 7
- 9-Part 8
- 10-part 9
- 11-Part 10
- 12-Part 11
- 13-Part 12
- 14-Part 13
- 15-Part 14
- 16-Part 15
- 17-Part 16
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Interlude: The Past
- 21-Part 20
- 22-Part 21
- 23-part 22
- 24-Part 23
- 25-Interlude
- 26-part 24
- 27-Part 25
- 28-Part 26
- 29-Part 27
- 30-Part 28
- 31-Interlude: December 25th
- 32-Part 29
- 33-part 30
- 34-epilogue
- 7
- 8
- 9
AN: Yes, normally this would be Matt's chapter but with what I had planned, and the short length of the previous one, it was necessary. So you will just have to deal with Mello again, don't worry, Matt will be back next chappy XD

I suggest Listening to the second song about two-thirds of the way down, just after Mello has his 'chocolate'. Works well for the scenes afterwards XD

Also, I have a new poll… it deals with what story I will write next after my sort of secret project *which has recently been added to my profile XD*

Suggested Listening: Afterlife by Bush; Hot Issue (remix) by 4 Minutes; Porn Star Dancing by My Darkest Days (ft Chad Kroger & Ludacris)

Part 7

~Red light~

Nothing, it seemed, would be easy for Mello.

And Mello supposed that he had tempted fate with his earlier misgivings. It had become apparent that he would not be so lucky to get a small three or four day period. Not at all.

Here it was, edging on day six, and Mello was ready to throw something across the room...again.

Since the day, actually late afternoon, he had woken up with Matt playing the gameboy on his bed, things had progressively gotten worse. He would have given almost anything to go back to the tiny insignificant amount of discomfort he'd felt then, because compared to how he had felt then to the present, he had not experienced pain.

Worse pain, forget someone taking a paring knife to his insides it was more like a hack-saw, and bloating and his slightly over balanced emotion he was sick of it. Sick of lying around like an invalid, sick of being in pain and it not going away and sick of having to constantly having think about it.

He had pulled on his leather trousers, vest and shoved his boots on before he trudged over to L.

He had informed L that he would be going somewhere for the night, whether the detective liked it or not, and that he would be back before morning. Hopefully. L had merely stared blankly at him as he ate a lemon, probably wondering when Mello had grown the balls to demand something of him.

Mello was certain that when he wasn't feeling like crap, as that fucking period had better go away, or feeling overtired that he would kick himself for acting that way to L. But for the moment...for the moment, he just didn't give a shit.

Watari had followed him from the room as L had turned back to his screens and politely asked that he take either Matt or Near with him, that none of them should be going out, or at least not going out alone.

And it was really only then that it struck him. L was allowing him to leave with absolutely no fuss, when before L had specifically stated that they were, under no circumstances other than impossible need, to leave the building.

Mello doubted that what the detective was feeling was guilt, but perhaps he understood Mello's simple need to just...get away?

But whatever the reason, Mello was hitting the streets. He didn't exactly have a destination in mind, but he knew he wanted to be distracted. And if that meant he had to drag Matt along for the ride then so be it.

Though he didn't think the redhead would protest too much.

"Matt, get anything you think you might need for going out. I have L's permission to leave for a while." he stated, rather than asked, when he found the gamer seated at his laptop.

"We're going out? Since when was it decided I was going, and I thought L said-"

"I told him I was going. And Watari said it was best I take someone with me, and I sure as hell wasn't taking Near." Matt snorted in ill hidden amusement as he shoved away from the desk and stretched. Mello looked away, the odd feeling in his gut flaring up when he looked at the exposed skin of Matt's stomach.

Mello knew what it was, he was hardly blind to his emotions after years learning to dissect them even if he couldn't control them, but he wasn't about to feed into it. It wasn't...right. If it were anyone else he wouldn't have a problem with it, excluding Near as he would never feel anything for him. But it was Matt and it just...

"Mello?"

Mello shook his thoughts away and smirked at Matt. It didn't matter what those stupid emotions said, he was going to ignore them until they rotted and withered away. Or until he distracted himself where he didn't notice it...

"Bring money, I'm not sure where we are going yet. But I want to be far enough away to take a cab. At least then they won't be tempted to spy on us." and Mello really wouldn't put it passed L to do that. Sure, he might let them out, but he would monitor them the entire time. And to Mello that kind of defeated the purpose of going out in the first place.

Matt made no complaints so Mello figured he didn't mind going, not that Mello was really giving him a choice. "Are you sure it's alright for us to leave? I really don't want L coming in to find us, guns blazing or anything. That would be rather embarrassing, wouldn't it?"

Mello grimaced. He could just imagine them at some place, maybe an arcade that Matt would drag him to, and having Watari and a few other hired help rush in with guns drawn to escort them out of there.

"No, we're good. L won't do anything or he would have protested when I told him I was going out." Well, protested wasn't exactly what L would have done, he would have flat out denied Mello.

Mello hesitated for a moment before he quickly strode into the bathroom and brushed his hair, checking himself once over in the mirror.

"Mello you look fine, now let's go. I don't want to be out if it rains later like it's supposed to." Matt grumbled at him as he sat on the edge of the bed, just visible from the inside of the bathroom with the door ajar. Mello flushed slightly at Matt's words; he couldn't help it. He just wished that Matt wasn't simply saying it to get them to leave.

But some things just couldn't be helped.

"Fine. I'm ready. We should go out one of the other exits..." Mello knew L had more than one of them then they had been told of initially but Matt had long since hacked the schematics of the building and there was at least one other entrance and exit.

Mello figured it was supposed to be a secret but L had probably known that someone would find them. There wasn't anything Mello could bring with him, as his leather didn't have pockets, so he didn't bother going through a mental list of what they might need. So long as Matt had his wallet on him they would be fine.

Mello closed the door behind them and followed Matt, who always seemed to know where they were going in the impossibly large building, until they reached the stairs. Mello groaned internally. He didn't' want to walk down however many flights of stairs it took to get outside. But from the look Matt shot him that was exactly the plan.

Six flights of stairs and one sub-basement level later they had reached the outside after having to go through one of the security systems, though all they had to do was scan their fingers and it let them out. Mello figured it was Watari's doing.

Mello breathed in the scent of fresh air, as fresh as it got in their area at any rate.

"So... what now?" Matt asked him, and Mello grinned.

In the end, after a lengthy battle of where they each would not go it was somehow decided a club was their best bet. Well only after Mello had assured the redhead they wouldn't have a problem getting inside.

Mello knew how he looked, which was thankfully better than how he felt. He looked dangerous, despite Matt's snort when he'd said as much, and in the area they were going to the most they would do was card them, if that. They wouldn't need to have their names on any list.

It had started to lightly drizzle outside by the time they had arrived, a taxi two blocks away from their map quested club, and Mello didn't have to look over to know that Matt wasn't happy with him. Matt disliked rain.

Or rather, disliked being rained on.

Mello bypassed the line, some of the club goers dispersing as the rain poured harder, and walked up to the bouncer. The man gave Mello a long look and despite the fact that he could probably break him in half with his hands alone Mello didn't so much as blink. Roger used to give him the same look so he was more than used to it.

Mello almost thought they were going to be carded, in which the bouncer would be more attentive when it came to looking at it but after a moment the man nodded and Mello withheld his grin, knowing that the bouncer would probably change his mind. He motioned to Matt and the bouncer inclined his head, still watching them as they walked in.

He let his face explode in a huge smirk the second they were out of sight and Matt smiled at him, relaxing his posture back into his half slouch.

"I know you brought my ID, let me have it." Mello knew he would have to shove it in his boot to keep it on him, but it was better than needing Matt to pull it out every time someone carded him. Because he was in a club and there was no way he wasn't drinking at least once.

He and Matt may not be of legal drinking age but that didn't mean they didn't have ID's that said they were. Matt sighed heavily but dug out his wallet as they moved over by the wall. Matt handed it over along with a small wad of cash. Mello didn't even know where the latter had come from.

"I don't know why you didn't just do this earlier. You can be frustrating at times, you know that?" Matt complained, though he held a smile so Mello knew he wasn't exactly mad.

"Shall we?" Mello grinned at the redhead and sauntered off before said teen could answer. Mello shoved and wedged his way through the crowd, having to struggle through the dance floor to get to the bar. Mello had no intention of getting drunk but he was going to get something to warm him up and perhaps drown the discomfort that moved across his lower half.

By the time Mello had gotten away from the tightly packed body of people that swayed and moved as one mindless mass he had lost track of Matt who was now somewhere in the crowd. He knew Matt could take care of himself so Mello wasn't worried. That and he knew Matt would meet him there soon, well as soon as he got himself free. The thought that something bad might have happened to his friend hadn't even crossed Mello's mind.

He strode up to the bar, a space where it wasn't surprisingly crowded and smirked at the bartender. "ID?" they asked before he could even utter a word. The woman looked slightly surprised as he pulled it free from his boot. She had obviously expected him to frown and turn away.

She scrutinized it for a while, obviously trying to find a flaw that Mello knew Matt wouldn't have left before shrugging a shoulder and handing it back to him. Inside, Mello grinned.

"What will you have?"

"Something with chocolate in it." he answered without thinking. He hadn't had a bar of chocolate in some odd hours and was craving it. Some syrupy concoction would just have to do. The bartender hummed in response before moving away to dip a glass in what looked like sugar before pouring equal parts of a clear liquid and an almost caramel colored liquid into the glass and setting it before him.

It looked like the type of drink that required a fancy umbrella in it despite it clearly being in a shot glass. Mello was infinity glad it didn't have one. "Suck on this first, then take a sip." the bartender offered a lemon wedge to him next and despite how odd it was Mello took it.

He made a face at the taste of a sugary lemon and didn't even ask what was in the shot and simply took a sip to get rid of the other taste. To Mello's surprise it tasted exactly like chocolate.

"It's called a Chocolate Cake shot. It's made from a Hazelnut liqueur and Vanil vodka with a sugared rim and a dash of lemon." she smiled ruefully at him knowing the lemon hardly tasted well on its own even with the sugar.

Mello made a note of the ingredients and filed it away for later; he would definitely want more of them away from the bar. With a small nod to her he knocked back the rest of the shot. The slow burn of the alcohol as it made its way to his stomach was oddly refreshing. He slammed the shot on the bar and grinned widely at the bartender who rose an eyebrow at him, her full lips curling into a light smile as she poured him another.

Five of those later he was grinning like an idiot at an exasperated looking Matt. "How the hell did you get yourself in this state in hardly a half hour?" Matt's tone matched his appearance but Mello knew that all Matt needed to do was loosen up a little.

"Come on Matty, have a drink! Maybe you will get rid of that sour look." he grinned wider at the frown Matt sent his way and stuffed a hand into Matt's pocket much to the redhead's surprise and grabbed his wallet. He handed Matt's ID to the very amused bartender who looked his over less carefully before handing it back with a nod.

"Get him something with vodka in it..." Mello trailed off, not knowing enough about drinks or combinations to know if anything Matt liked would be mixed into them. Otherwise he would have been specific. But Mello did know that vodka was strong and would get Matt in a less irritated mood rather quick.

"Red Headed Slut." the bartender announced as she set the shot beside Matt and Mello couldn't help but laugh at Matt's expression. Matt palmed his face and shook his head before grabbing the shot and swallowing it whole.

"Hmm. Tasted good." Matt mumbled, clearly not having expected to like it. Mello had no idea how long they stayed there, drinking and laughing. Trying random drinks with perverted names like Cocksucking Cowboy and Cum Shot.

Somehow they had thought it was a good idea to move to the dance floor after paying with practically all the money they had come with. The beat was hard and fast, some dirty techno song with no where decent lyrics that left people gyrating against one another. Mello hardly had any complaints and threw his hands above his head and swayed his hips. He felt like he was flying, his body heated up and chilled at the same time.

Mello didn't even flinch when someone's hand suddenly trailed along the length of his thigh, his eyes closed tightly and head titled to the side as he danced. He felt the beat in his chest and the hands creeping to his waste and a groin grinding against him.

Mello only peered through barely parted lashes when lips hesitantly touched his cheek; and seeing the splash of red hair he threw his arms around the body before him and forced the kiss into something hot and slippery.

Mello gasped against Matt's mouth, sharing both breath and saliva with him. He suddenly couldn't get enough and with his heart beating along to the music he slid his hands into that sweaty hair and pressed himself closer.

Matt responded wonderfully and ground against him with hands moving along Mello's lower back and along the mound of his ass. Mello couldn't help the jerking reaction he had and moaned as their groins rubbed together, the friction delicious.

There were some annoyed grunts from those around them simply out there for the dancing or the hands of others that strayed to his body that he only wanted Matt to touch.

"Leave... we need to leave." one of them shouted over the music and Mello wasn't sure which of them had said it. Couldn't say if it had been his own response to his thoughts or if Matt had thought the same thing.

All Mello could concentrate on were the lips on his lips and the hand sliding across his bare chest and the arm around his waist. He wasn't sure where his vest had gone or when it had been discarded or why he was being kissed in the first place, only that he was and that he was enjoying it.

Mello didn't remember leaving the pit of dancers or the club or even getting back to L's building from the club or how they got back into their room; all he could register was the cool feeling of the bathroom tiles as Matt pressed him into them, licking at his neck and fondling his erection through the leather.

"Matt..." he murmured, tugging the redhead's hot mouth closer to him and bucking into that hand. There was something Mello was supposed to be remembering, something important, something that he could almost grasp but he no longer listened to the warning bells in the back of his mind as that warm hand stroked him and he simply...let go.

His leather was kicked to the side and any gathering thoughts scattered the minute Matt's slicked fingers gently prodded his entrance and slipped past the clenched ring of muscle.

Mello's legs trembled and nearly gave way with Matt being the only thing holding him up. Mello couldn't tell if it was because of the slight burning sensation at his backside or the sudden swimming of his vision but he didn't protest when Matt maneuvered them into the shower and laid him down.

He gasped softly as the fingers were replaced and Matt's mouth met his once more but the rest of the night was a blur.

-End Part 7-

AN: Yes... yes i did just end it there.

Yes I have had a Chocolate shot before, and yes it is damn good. XD

Anyway, there are variations of the Redheaded Slut drink and I chose the one with Cranberry flavored Vodka rather than the Cranberry juice. As well as Jagermeister, Southern Comfort and Crown Royal in substitution to the Peach Schnapps.
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