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Bulls-eye	By : XSmokerz Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male Views: 1765 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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L automatically brought his hand up to cover his nose as he entered the small apartment, the smell of cigarette smoke, decomposed food and dirty clothes washing over him like a tidal wave as he opened the front door. He could hear 8-bit music and bleeping sounds further into the room…he really dreaded to step into this mini-dumpster.
When he managed to locate the gamer, he hadn't thought it was this bad- and he couldn’t help but wondered how the teen- no, young-adult's condition would be. He backed into the wall as the bathroom door swung open, revealing a now auburn haired man. It appeared that he had just gotten out of the shower, the hair sticking to his face from not being dried, towel low on his hips from being wrapped too loosely. Green eyes met onyx ones, and it froze the other in place.
"You.."

"..Me." L could see that despite the apartments condition, the gamer was doing alright, barely visible muscles showed under the summer tanned skin. "I got information you lived in this area, I decided it wouldn't hurt to pay a visit." Matt made a low noise in the back of his throat, slowly walking over to the living room/bedroom. To L's surprise the area wasn't flooded with food or urine-bottles, something he would've suspect from a game-addict. Rather, the floor was covered in wires and computer parts, monitors framing the walls and coffee table.

"Don't touch anything." L gave a quick glance in the others direction then back at the gaming system connected to the plasma TV. Even he knew this game, Bubble Bobble, very famous when he was a teen.
Matt came back, a black and red striped shirt being pulled down over his torso before he moved to button his jeans, fastening the belt in place so they wouldn't fall down.

"Despite taking care of yourself, It seems your apartment has been left suffering." L said slowly, once again looking around the small home of his former successor.

"Yeah? Well you ain't livin' in it." came the reply, followed by soft clicking, the smell of smoke soon filling the room. Matt leaned against the small window, it wasn't opened but he didn't seem to care.
"I heard you got into some problems with the law, are you still selling drugs?"

"Nah, I've moved on from that long time ago. Now I'm a professional hacker for hire, I'm free right now though." He exhaled some smoke through his nose, motioning for L to sit down on the part of the couch that didn't have a mountain of unwashed clothes on it. "I know this place doesn't look like much, but at least no one bothers me here, and I only take jobs and money over the computer. As long as my custom firewall and proxy server is up and running no one can track me, and even if they managed to break through one security level, the next one will fry the fucker so hard they'll wish computers weren't invented." A goofy grin appeared on the now-hacker’s face. He looked much younger when he smiled, his eyes still emerald green and vibrant.
Matt sat down beside L, reaching over to get the ashtray across from him. L was busy inspecting an especially ill-smelling sock, barely noticing as Matt began playing Bubble Bobble again. The gamer nudged him in the side, holding up a second controller.

"Wanna join? It's funnier then it looks." The pale detective took it and watched Matt exit, choosing multi-play and arriving at level one again. He saw the huge smile on the red head's face from the corner of his eye, probably not having someone to play with in ages.
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It's been two hours since they started, L being scared half to death as Matt howled on top of his lungs; "THE DOOR, GET THE DOOR TO BARON VON BLUBBA'S TREASURE HOLD!" as a wooden door appeared on the screen above L's blue dragon.

"You get a huge bonus if you manage to get into Blubba's chamber." Matt said in a excited voice as they moved to the next level. "Just blow bubbles and jump on them, yeah, like that. Damn, you're pretty good at this!" Matt's green dragon was already killing off most of the enemies before L managed to get up from the hole they started from.

"97 finished!" The gamer bumped his shoulders into the detective playfully, watching as they reached 98. "We've soon finished the game, just two more levels and we'll be looking at a new multi-player high score!" Fingers moved skillfully over the buttons, ghost enemies being killed quickly on Matt's part, L barely managed to take in the scene of the levels before they were finished.
They reached 100 quickly, a white skeleton looking ghost floating across the screen.

"It can only move at straight angles and will stop after it flies across, so don't panic when he comes flying towards you." Matt's attention was completely on the screen, smashing buttons at rapid pace. L just barely managed to jump away from Blubba, Matt landing a well aimed blue bubble on him, finishing the final stage with ease.

"Look! We beat my old multi-player high-score! High five!" His palm outstretched for L to hit with his own. "Alright, wanna play something else?" Quite frankly L didn't want to play anything else for the rest of the year, but he agreed to watch the red head play by himself for a while.
Matt didn't seem as into this game as when he played with L, perhaps because he was playing alone now, the game was shut off barely thirty minutes later. L watched as Matt put away the gaming system, placing it under the TV-bench so it wouldn't be in the way. He then reached for the tv-remote, zapping through some channels until it stopped on MTV.

"There's nothing worth watching on Wednesdays." He mumbled, turning back to sit on the couch with the pale detective. A new cigarette was placed between his lips, not yet lightened. He rested his head against the back of the couch, closing his eyes momentarily. "So.." Drawing L's attention to himself. "What's the real reason you're here, hm?" One eye cracked open, peering at the man beside him.
"I've found Mello." The cigarette dropped from the now more parted lips of the gamer, his eyes staring at L.

"You found him? Where?" L stared at the TV, not really seeing or listening to what was said and shown. Mello wasn't Mello anymore, and Matt had to know that.

"In the underground movements. He's second in command of the Mafia here in L.A." Matt didn't move, he was sitting like frozen, eyes huge with surprise. "I know what you're thinking Matt, but it's futile. He have new dreams and goals now, he no longer aim to become a detective, more to become the number one criminal." The red head flopped back onto the couch, completely silent. He picked up the fallen cigarette and put it in his mouth, lightening it and taking a deep drag.
"If he continues to climb through the ranks at this speed he will soon be the head of his Mafia family, thus changing several things in the underground world. Sooner or later I will have to stop him, and even with the authority I have, I can't change his sentence due to the damage of the society."

"Is there nothing you can do, we can do?" Green eyes stared pleadingly at the side of L's face. L simply shook his head, still looking at the TV.

"I'm afraid not, I'm sure he's sacrificed a lot to be able to join, Mello is not the type of person to throw all his hard work away simply because people tell him it's bad. You of all people should know this." Matt became silent once more, most likely trying to come up with a plan to save his long lost friend.
L allowed Matt to sneak a hand into his, squeezing lightly for comfort. Once again he needed someone to cling onto, just like six years ago. His head landed on the detectives shoulder, body subconsciously moving closer, fingers lacing together. They were silent for a while, the TV being set on mute by L since the pop music made his head hurt. They watched the screen, people dancing wildly and grinding against each other, neon colored light flashing over their bodies and off the walls.
"Wow, they're sucking each others face." Matt said, his voice blank and obviously not caring. L knew he just wanted to talk about something, silence had never settled well with the red head. "Have you ever done that?" He nodded towards the scene that was now being switched over to a guy doing weird hand gestures.

"Sucking a strangers face?" Matt laughed, shaking his head.

"No, kissed someone. I can't imagine you doing anything romantic with anyone, or anything for that matter."

"Are you proclaiming me using objects for intimacy?"

"Hell if I know, perhaps your biggest fetish is to grind against tea cups, sure would explain your obsession with tea." He laughed again, the detectives expression priceless.

"Turning the question."

"Give me some credit."

"You perhaps, but not your apartment."
Matt glanced around the room, taking in unwashed dishes, chips bags and pilles of clothes before turning back to L, smirking.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Of course you don't, you are basically one with the trash littered on the floor."

"Heey, you callin' me trash?" faking a pout, Matt turned to look at the detective.

"Don't feel bad about it, I'm sure the trashcan could need some company, seeing that it's never been used. You could see it as finally taking someone’s virginity." The hacker littarly choked on the smoke from his cigarette, coughing violently.

"What, that's taking it too far. The trashcan had company last month, don't hurt its feelings." L shrugged and turned his head back to look at the tv, now showing a commercial about toothpaste. "You didn't answer my question you know."

"Under a mistletoe. She was the one doing the kissing; I was busy solving a rubic cube puzzle."

"You rather play with a Rubic cube then kiss?"

"I was twelve and the puzzle challenging.. You really shouldn't smoke so much." Matt raised an eyebrow, looking questioningly at L.
"Pardon my English, but what the fuck?" L swiftly plucked the small remaining piece of the cigarette from the red heads lips, flinging it casually in the ashtray before leaning back into the couch.

"You owe me a new smoke you know." The detective grabbed the pack from the table, pocketing it before Matt could take a new one. "That's.. kinda childish."

"I am childish." Matt reached over to L's pocket, but his wrist was captured before he even manage to touch the other.

"Aw, come on!" Managing to pull his arm free, he literally wrestled L into the couch, straddling his thighs and frantically trying to reach the other's pocket. L let out a low laugh, watching as the gamer tried with any means necessary to get his addiction.

"Just so you know, I'm not one to play fair and," trying to pin the older man's wrist with one of his but failing miserably, Matt finally gave up, staring into coal colored eyes "I also play dirty if I have to."

"As dirty as your room?"

"You just won't drop it, will you?"

"Drop it the way you do?" L couldn't help but smirk, knowing he was slowly getting to the usual calm red head. He looked up into green eyes, somehow not recognizing the emotion there. "What's the matter, did my malware crash your motherboard?" Matt's eyes widened in surprise before he let out a loud laugh, his shoulders shaking

"Oh snap, did you just use cyber-trash talk?"

"Lovely choice of words, Mr. Hacker." Matt leaned forward, inches from the detectives face.

"If you won't stop talking about my apartments condition I might have to take drastic measurement."

"Like taking out the garbage?" Growling, the red head dug his fingers into the white shirt underneath him. "I'm sorry, I don't speak dog."
The hand resting on L's right side disappeared as the fabric slid over a pale shoulder, making Matt lose his balance, crashing face-first, literally, into L's. There was a moment of pain, teeth clinking together and bruising lips. L could taste blood in his mouth, wondering briefly if it was his or Matt's.

"Ow, shit. Sorry, you okay?"

"Well, I'm obviously not dead." Matt sat up, face as red as his hair.

"Your lip is bleeding." L brought his hand up to swipe the blood away with, looking at the ruby colored liquid before he dropped it again.

"Perhaps you should aim to become the next Sherlock?"

"Why do you have to be such a dick wad, I was actually feeling sorry for once." He climbed off, looking for some paper to press against the cut, or a clean towel, although he had used the last one after he showered.

"It's alright Matt, It will stop naturally." L sucked on his bottom lip absently, frowning at the bitter taste. Matt didn't listen, he actually managed to find a clean piece of paper (from an old unopened tissue package) and gently pressed it against L's lower lip. The action was something that surprised the detective, touches to ones face meant attachment, and the look in the hackers eyes were out of focus and only focused on the pale but pink lips of the older man.
The paper was removed, but the thumb lingered, stroking lightly over the closed wound.

"I uh.. I'm sorry, really.." L could smell the smoke on his breath, but even though it would've repulsed him he didn't turn his head. Not even as the red head leaned in closer, pressing lips softly against his. As they broke apart Matt's cheeks were almost rivaling his hair.

"Why did you kiss me?" L asked curiously.

"First-aid.." was the reply, and the detective couldn't help but smile.

"I see, perhaps I should use first-aid to see that your mouth wasn't damaged in any way either." Green eyes snapped up to meet his, not knowing what to say to that. He settled with a simple nod, accepting L immediately as their lips touched. Matt quickly transformed the first-aid to a more passionate and hungry kiss, tongues soon becoming involved as well.
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Shirts and pants soon fell on the floor, neither of them caring where they landed. Their bodies pressed together, grinding against each other. In the back of L's mind was a voice telling him to stop this, that Matt was emotionally vulnerable. But then again, who listens to reason when something else clouds your mind?

The voice in Matt's head only played the Final Fantasy victory song on repeat. He had always liked L, more so then to simply see him as a mentor or friend. He gasped as L found his way into his boxers, grasping his erection and pumping it harshly, all thoughts flying out the window (or crashing into the glass). He bucked his hips, trying to get more of the sweet friction. L nuzzled his neck, kissing and sucking on the skin there, grinding his own erection against the gamers leg. Nails ranked down his back, but the ecstasy of contact and friction numbed the pain, only a groan emitting from the pale man.
"Don't just touch," Matt panted, reaching for L's boxers and dragging them down his pale hips. "I want you." His green eyes were clouded, breath coming out in short puffs. L pushed himself up on his arms as he watched Matt discard of his own boxers, reaching for his shoulders to drag him back down. Lips and tongues met again, desperate and eager for more. L broke away, mumbling something against the gamers ear sounding suspiciously like the word lube.

"Don't have lube, use saliva." He thrust his hips up, a pleasurable sigh escaping from his parted lips.

"Saliva won't be enough, you will tear from dry penetration." L was surprised he could still sound somewhat normal considering the circumstances.
"If you don't fuck me I'll flip us over and rape your skinny ass into oblivion, and no, I don't mean the game!" He growled, wrapping his legs around L's waist, forcing him down, cocks grinding together. "Your hand."

"What?" Following someone's train of thought seemed impossible in this position.

"Give me your hand." L didn't have the opportunity to do as he was told before Matt grabbed it on his own, sucking three fingers into his mouth and swirling his tongue skillfully around them.
Stretching and scissoring was done quickly, Matt still being as stubborn as when he was a Teen pleaded for L to hurry, practically forcing the fingers out.

"You're not stretched enou-" his words being cut off by well placed nips and bites to his collarbone.

"I want you in me, now. I wanna feel you." he purred, grinding and panting underneath the detective. As L suspected there was pain on the red heads part, almost on his own as well as the walls closed around his erection, almost forcing him back out again. "Don't you dare tell me to relax." Was hear somewhere in his shoulder as the other angled his hips to get more inside.

"Matt, you're.. it's too tight.." This beat capoeira training any day he thought as he thrust himself the rest of the way into Matt, earning a pained gasp on the red heads part.
L moved experimentally a few times, gazing at Matt's face for any signs of discomfort. He was surprised as the younger man jerked, a blissful moan escaping from his mouth.

"Do that again," L didn't know what that was, but thrust back, trying to aim at the same place. He was rewarded by another moan, legs tightening around his waist, hips moving up to meet him as L thrust back. "Who knew you would be, nngh, this good at fucking." Matt smirked up at him, his arms wrapping around the others pale neck and clinging on as his ass was pounded into, as he put it, oblivion.

"I take it as a compliment." L groaned, grabbing hold of the gamers hips and forcing him back down on his cock as he pulled out. Matt arched his back from the action, letting out the loudest moan yet.
They were at it for over an hour, coming several times, groans, moans and names spilling from their lips as they reached their climax. When both of them were completely spent they continued to lie on the couch. Matt's head rested on L's chest, a hand running through his auburn hair now and then. He felt warm, sleepy and oddly relaxed against the detective, perhaps he should invite him to stay permanently..
"Do you have more clean shirts?" L said after a while.

"No, why?"

".. No reason really, just that you somehow managed to throw your last worn shirt into a bowl of ramen sauce." Matt chuckled and turned his head to look.

"Oh well, I can always wash?"

"With what, Ramen sauce?"

"In a washing machine obviously." L was silent for a long while, so long in fact, that Matt sat up on his elbow to look at him. "Is something wrong, you look like you've seen a ghost."

"I would never have thought you knew what a washing machine were, it's a miracle." The gamer snorted and hit his arm.

"You and your damn trash jokes."
L couldn't help but laugh along.
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