A/N: HOLY SHIT!!! IT'S A NEW CHAPTER!!! I'm so sorry that we haven't update this thing for so long, Dukki and I hadn't been talking a lot and then we had ACT's and- no, no excuses. Here's a new chapter. I really hope you guys like it. It was supposed to be part of chapter 10, but that chapter ended up pretty long on it's own. Oh, and just so you know, we will most likely continue this in a sub-chapter(the sex I mean).

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ADULT SITUATIONS(MENTIONS OF SEX, FOREPLAY AND FETISHES). IF THIS BOTHERS YOU THEN PLEASE DO NOT READ AHEAD. IF THIS DOES NOT BOTHER YOU THEN PLEASE ENJOY.

Chapter 11--Cat and Mouse

Mello was getting annoyed. Not angry, mind you. Annoyed.

Matt wasn't answering his damn phone again.

But living in such an advanced day and age came with perks. Namely, GPS. Little did Matt know, Mello had installed a tracking device into his cell phone -- a device that could be used once and only in the case of an emergency.

This was an emergency.

So, after leaving the team with their very own briefcase full of guns, Mello climbed into the only available vehicle and set off.

"He's in the red light district? No fucking way..."

Mello blinked in disbelief at the monitor affixed to the dashboard. He was indeed receiving instructions to venture into the "shady" edge of town. This made Mello stare blankly for several moments. This had to be a joke.

"Matt, if you're out buying a hooker, I'll cut your junk off."

~*~

More missed calls. They had been coming in droves. All of them from Mello. Matt sighed as he pushed open the door to a dodgy looking hotel. The wallpaper was peeling, it stank like old piss and sweat, and he could have sworn he had just seen a rat run across the floor. But it was dry and that was all that really mattered at the moment.

He went up to the front desk and tried to grab the attention of the bored looking man in charge.

"Hey! Can I get a room for tonight?"

"Do you have money?" the man replied.

Matt pulled out a wet and wrinkled wad of bills from his back pocket and laid a few of them out on the counter

The haggard man handed Matt a room key without further question, snatching away the payment.

"Thank ya very much." He twirled the key on his finger and went up to the room. He was afraid of what he would find having already seen the lobby, but it couldn't be that bad, right?

No. It was worse.

The room smelled of mold and he could faintly see what he thought was a chalk outline of a body on the worn wood floors.

Oh shit, he thought as he inched around the spot and sat on the stained bed. He didn't even want to THINK about what he was sitting on. He just wanted to get some rest.

He flopped back and closed his eyes, ready for whatever kind of sleep that was coming for him.

~*~

Mello arrived at the hotel just as the thunder started. The storm had progressed and grown stronger as the minutes ticked by, and finally it was hitting its peak. Mello wanted nothing more that to retreat inside the plush, luxurious confines of his five-star hotel and go to sleep, but first he had to deal with the dog that ran away.

Upon entering the hotel lobby, Mello realized that Matt must have been horribly desperate. Peeling walls and air you could taste? Fucking disgusting.

The sorry sap behind the front desk was barely able to say, "Can I help you?" before Mello cut across him with--

"Did a redheaded guy come in here asking for a room?"

The man nodded slowly. "Yeah, he did."

Mello stared at him for a long moment. "Well?" he demanded. "What room is he in?"

"Eleven," the man replied. "And please don't make too much of a mess in there."

A mess? Try a bloodbath. Mello was going to strangle that nicotine-loving moron with his bare hands.

Matt heard foots steps moving quickly toward his room. His eyes shot open. Shit. Who the hell-- Matt didn't have time to think, he reached behind and pulled out the gun that was strapped to the small of his back. Cocking it, he pointed it at the door, ready to shoot the next person who walked in.

The first thing to enter the room was a boot, followed by the tail of a dark red coat, and finally, the barrel of Mello's own gun. "Don't you DARE shoot me, Matt!" the blonde said before even seeing Matt's defensive position.

"FUCK!" Matt couldn't believe it. What the HELL was Mello doing here? "How did you-" No. If Mello had put trackers in the car then he would have stooped to putting them in the phones too. "Are you really this stupid, Mello? I didn't come back for a damn good reason!"

"Oh you poor fucking martyr!" Mello kicked the door shut behind him, locking it. "There was a tracker in your phone, dumbass. Untraceable. Only good for about an hour before it fried out your phone." The blonde's eyes were narrowed, angry as usual.

"Yeah, I kinda figured that one out on my own, thanks." Matt pushed back his hair, but didn't drop his gun. He KNEW what the blonde was capable of when he was pissed. Matt wasn't about to drop his guard. "So, what's up Mel? To what do I owe the honor of your cheery presence?" he sneered. This was pushing it, but he didn't really care right now.

Mello glared at the man for a moment. Slowly, decisively, he lowered his gun. "You goddamn fucking IDIOT," he cursed. "You're bleeding, Matt. Damn it, you have blood all over your face." The blonde set his gun atop the dresser and removed his coat.

Matt rolled his eyes, "Well, that is generally what happens when you get into a car crash and the windows break on your face." He saw Mello put down his gun. Assuming he was safe (for the moment) he lowered his weapon as well, but didn't put it away. "I've had worse injuries then this. Chill, why don't ya'?"

"You did WHAT? Car crash?" Mello paused in his search for clean towels and stared at Matt.

Matt pushed back his bangs and gave the blonde a tired smile. "Yeah. Kira had his goonies chasing me to Hell and back so...I took a risk. I'm not dead. That's a plus, right?" He sat down on the bed, eyes still locked on Mello.

Mello was silent, hand still loosely wrapped around the corner of a towel. Kira was definitely closing in on them... But how had they managed to find Matt? No one knew what Matt looked like -- at least, no one on the outside knew Matt's connection to Wammy's House or the Kira case. This was bad. Bad bad bad.

Matt cocked a brow at the blonde. "What? Finally realizing how deep of shit we're in?"

Mello nodded.

Matt's eyes closed and he rubbed at his temples. All of this felt suddenly too real.

Sighing, Mello sunk onto bed next to Matt and handed him the towel. "Here, clean yourself up. There's pain meds in the pocket of my coat."

The redhead furrowed his brow. "Do you always carry drugs on you or is this something new that I missed?" Regardless, he took the towel and wiped at his face.

"I brought them just in case, asshole," Mello grunted. "I somehow got the feeling you'd end up bleeding in some shithole." He waved his hands around, indicating the room. "Guess I was right."

"You always knew how to think on the bright side, Mel." getting up, he tucked his gun back into its holster and grabbed Mello's coat, searching out a few pills and dry-swallowing them.

"Since when did you keep a gun jammed down your ass, Matt?" Mello asked conversationally, watching Matt from the bed.

"Around the same time I realized I wouldn't ever be able to get away from you and all the trouble you cause."

"Hey, you WALKED into the trouble this time. You showed up on MY doorstep," Mello snapped.

Matt shrugged and went over to the single window in the room. He looked through the broken blinds and saw the storm out side. They weren't going anywhere anytime soon.

"You started it."

"Fuck you, ok?" Mello laid back, hand over his face, legs splayed limply over the disgusting mattress.

Matt remained silent. The air between them was tense. The whole damn situation was tense. What more was there to say?

"Why did you kiss Pip?" Mello asked quietly. Finally, the question he had been dying to ask.

The redhead just shrugged. "I don't know. I just...wanted to, I guess." They were back to what had started this whole thing. The Kiss. Matt would be lying if he said he wasn't dreading the conversation.

"She likes you, y'know." Mello pulled his hand away from his face, but kept his gaze trained on the ceiling.

The corners of Matt's mouth turned up into a bitter-sweet smile. "Yeah. I know."

Mello scoffed. The odd, almost love-sick expression on the redhead's face made him want to puke. Or scream. Or both.

"She's cute. She's smart. She should know better," Matt continued.

"Know better than what?"

Matt turned to look at Mello, lying there on the bed. Bastard, he thought to himself, but there wasn't any venom to it. "She should know better then to fall for someone who'll only end up hurting her. I can't seem to learn that lesson, but it's not too late for her."

Mello looked over at him, expression flat. "You think so?"

"Yeah. I do."

Sighing, Mello propped himself up on his elbows. "Would you come over here and cut the crap?"

"It ain't crap," he grumbled, walking over to the bed. He tugged at a piece of Mello's hair and pulled his head back.

Mello looked up at the man, a smirk beginning to form. "Yeah, you're right. You're not crap. You're a dog." In one swift movement, Mello had Matt pinned to the bed, unable to move. "Isn't that right, Inu-chan?"

Matt glared up at the blonde, "It's better to be a dog then a bitch, Mel. And you would know that personally." Smirk.

Mello frowned for a moment or two. "Perhaps I need to train the dog a little better," he said, leaning in to bite Matt's ear.

"When did you become such a kinky whore Mel?" the red head asked, flinching slightly at the pain from the bite.

"ME? You're the one that decided to spend the night in a glorified sex hotel."

"Only because Kira was looking for me and could have had me killed. Or worse, use me so he could kill YOU! Which, for your information, is probably his plan."

Mello sighed. "I've known all along that Kira will one day kill me. It's no big realization for me." The blonde sat up, straddling Matt. "Now are we going to do this or are you going to continue ruining the mood?"

"Oh I ruined the mood?! You did that the moment you started calling me a dog." With some effort, the gamer wrenched his arms free and pulled Mello down by the beaded chain around his neck. "How about this -- We both just shut the fuck up. Like I said before, talking too much is a MAJOR turn off." He pulled Mello close and kissed him hard.

Mello returned the kiss, scratching his teeth against Matt's lips and tongue. So now he was a turn-off? Well fuck.

Gradually, a smirk spread over Mello's face; he had an idea.

As the kiss continued, Mello slowly broke away, disguising his true motives behind gently peppered kisses down Matt's body. The blonde watched the other man's flushed face as he drew closer and closer to that sacred place beneath a wall of denim. However, smirk widening, Mello bypassed that area of Matt's body, moving instead to his boots. Long pale fingers began undoing the laces.

Matt watched the blonde fiddle with his boot behind heavily-lidded eyes. What the fuck is he up to now? He wasn't about to say anything about it though. Mel would just take his words and twist them, as usual. As they were finally past wanting to kill each other, Matt didn't want to bring up any buried anger.

Mello managed to get one boot off, and started on the next. "Do you remember that promise you made to me, Matt?"

Matt thought back. His eyes widened as he remembered. "Oh you fucking bastard, you would do that, wouldn't you?!"

Mello snickered. "What do you mean?"

Matt sat up on his elbows and glared down at the blonde. "You know DAMN WELL what I mean, Mel."

Mello smirked. "You should have known better."

Matt continued to glare daggers at the blonde at his feet. He could try his luck and just kick him in the face and be done with it; too bad Mello's gun was out of reach.

As tempting as that sounded, Matt decided against it. Instead he asked, "What the hell are you going to do to my feet? I wasn't aware you had a stomping fetish."

Mello was back on top of Matt in a flash, shoelaces in hand. "Since your memory seems a little hazy from you accident today, I will remind you: You promised me to do whatever I asked, when I asked it. Right?"

"That shouldn't count, I was going through withdrawal. I would have said anything."

Mello shook his head. "It counts. Your vices are not my problem." Smirking, the blonde held Matt's hands over his head, one on each side of the reading lamp hanging above the headboard. In deft, quick movements, Mello tied a perfect sailor's knot around Matt's wrists with the shoelaces. The redhead was stuck there.

Matt's heart was beating an SOS inside of his chest. He didn't say a word. This was fucked up! This was twisted! This was....oddly hot. Wait-WHAT!? The thought of Mello as a dominatrix came unbidden into his mind. He was sure Mello would notice the results of that thought very soon. He could feel his face beginning to heat up.

Mello sniggered as he looked Matt over. "You seem to be heating up, Mail. Does this turn you on?" Mello ran one hand down Matt's chest, eventually going so far as to grip the man's crotch.

Matt tossed his head to the side and bit back a loud moan. Only Mello would do this him. Only Mello COULD do this to him. It was amazing how some things, it seemed, would never change.

"C'mon, Mail, don't keep me in the dark, here," Mello whispered in the man's ear. "Tell me what's going on in that head of yours."

"Piss off. S'not like you'd actually listen anyway. You know what they say about blondes: in one ear and all that bullshit." Matt marveled at his ability to still be a total asshole even while bound.

Mello frowned and tightened his grip on Matt's nether-region. "Never insult the man holding your goods, Matt."

Matt hissed through his teeth. He really needed to learn when to shut up.

...Yeah, like that would happen anytime soon.

"What, exactly do you want me to say, Mel?"

Mello grinned. "I want you to tell me what feels good." The blonde pulled away for a moment, digging in his back pocket for something.

Matt grinned; a little breathless from both the stimulation and the thought of what Mello was going to do to him. This could end good or bad depending on what Matt said next. He chose his words wisely.

"Do you…really want to know, Mel?"

Mello nodded, pausing in his movements.

He took a deep breath, hoping this all turned out okay after he said this. "Everything," he said, his voice a mere whisper.

"Everything?" Mello repeated, eyebrow cocked.

Matt nodded. "If it were anyone else....well...I just don't think it'd be the same. Cause right now, everything you're doing is turning me on." Flattery will get you everywhere.

Mello smirked, chuckling, and finally revealed what it was he was looking for in his pocket: a switchblade. "Then you're going to love this."

Matt watched the blonde wave the knife in front of his face. He swallowed hard. What the fuck was he getting himself into?! No. He asked for this. He said yes to this. There was no turning back now. The time for that had passed long ago. Matt closed his eyes and lay back on the bed, prepared for just about anything now.

Before diving in, Mello decided that darkness would better suit this type of...entertainment. A quick flip of the switch, and the already-struggling fluorescent light above was put out of its misery; leaving the two in total darkness, save for the claps of lightning and the roar of thunder.

Mello spun the knife in his hand for a moment, deciding where to start. Well, the clothes would definitely have to go, the blonde finally realized. With great care, Mello slipped the knife beneath Matt's shirt, letting the cool metal graze the redhead's skin, and ripped away the stripped shirt obstructing his view.

Matt made a noise of objection. "Don't go and jack up my clothes. Not unless you want me to walk out of here bare-assed for all of the world to see." The feeling of the metal against his skin made him shiver. It felt...odd. Not bad, just...strange.

"Oh shut up. You have a dozen of these shirts in your suitcase," Mello said, sniggering. He pushed aside the scraps of torn clothing and brought the blade to Matt's chest. "You seem to like this sort of thing, Matt. Tell me; is this one of your fantasies?"

Matt locked eyes with Mello and swallowed hard as he saw that evil glint in his eyes. Shit, he thought to himself. There was NO WAY IN HELL this little sexual escapade was going to end with him in one piece. Always one to make a comment, though, Matt gave a breathless laugh and said, "H-how'd ya know?" This was, in its own way, oddly exciting.

Mello shrugged. "Mentally torture a few gangsters, and you learn how to tell these things."

The red head rolled his eyes slightly, "Only you Mello..."

Mello sniggered and moved in closer, grazing his tongue across Matt's neck once more. The knife was momentarily forgotten as Mello busied himself with Matt's pert nipples, which had previously lain so well-hidden behind Matt's goddamn tshirt.

In the back of his mind, Mello knew that this was neither the time nor place for such activities, but with Kira on his tail, time may have been running short. It was this thought that drove Mello to hurriedly yank Matt's pants aside.

The suddenness of it shocked Matt out of the pleasurable haze caused by Mello's mouth. He took a deep, shaky breath, wondering absentmindedly how they had gotten to this point. From pointing guns to sex in less then 15 minutes.

"What was THAT noise for?" Mello said, eyebrow rising. He tossed Matt's jeans aside and moved between the man's legs.

"Huh?" Matt blinked at the blonde, as if not realizing he had vocalized at all.

"You sounded like a water buffalo or something." Mello smirked, chuckling, and ran a smooth hand over Matt's inner thigh. "Did I surprise you?"

The gamer felt himself shiver at the touch. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about," he stammered, turning his head to the side.

Mello laughed softly again. His hand continued venturing further beneath Matt's boxers, teasing him. "Come now, Matt, we've already fucked before; we have no secrets."

"Liar." he said staring at the wall, trying not to moan-well, at least not too loudly. That hand was rather distracting.

Mello scowled and raised the knife. "I'm a liar?" he snarled. He brought the knife lightly against Matt's face, drawing a single line of blood.

"Ah!" Matt hissed; the cut stung some. He was more surprise then anything. He felt some blood drip down his cheek. "What, you're getting mad because I'm telling the truth? There have always been secrets between us. And there always will be."

"Che," Mello scoffed. "I have half a mind to just leave you here."

Matt tugged at his shoelace bondage, forcing his hand to fold up enough to slip through the make-shift cuffs. If he could only just get loose, he could teach Mello a thing or too, but it was imperative that Matt keep Mello's attention trained on him. However, that was easier than he had expected; Mello loved to hear the sound of his own voice.

"If you wanted to leave me then you wouldn't have come after me at all, Mihael." Matt gave a smug smile, watching the blonde grow more frustrated with him.

Mello could indeed feel his blood boil. The goddamn redhead knew exactly which buttons to push, and he was pushing them well. "When I decided to risk my skin, I was under the impression that you would be grateful. You're acting like a child, as always." A squeeze was given to Matt's length as Mello drew himself closer yet again; they were nose-to-nose now.

Matt dug his nails into his palm at the painful pressure being applied. Almost there, he thought wriggling his hands. "Aww, poor little martyr," he repeated, cringing as Mello squeezed harder. "If I'm such a 'child' then why bother, hm?"

Mello scowled. "Dunno. Maybe I was crazy enough to actually give a damn whether or not you were still breathing."

"Huh, that so? So, whenever I express concern for you, it's stupid, but it's totally fine for you to freak out? Nice double standard." Got it.

Mello rolled his eyes. "At least I can take care of myself. You've always needed me to save your ass."

Matt glared, "I did pretty damn well without you in my life Mello. I was good for a long time...until I went out looking for you. YOU'RE the reason I keep getting into trouble."

Wait for it…

Now!

Matt pulled out of the bonds and grabbed Mello. He quickly switched their roles as he pinned Mello down onto the bed. Grabbing the blondes wrist, he wrapped the shoelaces around them -- tight. That why his hand were free to do...other things.

"I seem to be attracted to danger," the redhead said smoothly. Smirk.

"The fuck! You little bastard, let me out of these things!" Mello thrashed his legs, aiming for whatever bit of Matt he could reach. The fact that he was still wearing his boots made the action all the scarier for Matt's, er, sensitive bits.

Matt rolled off the bed, leaving the blonde kicking and screaming. He pulled off what was left of his poor stripped shirt and tossed it in the trash. Wearing just his boxers, Matt went back to the bed and grabbed a chunk of Mello's hair, tugging hard so that Mello was forced to look up at him. "Not as much fun when you're the one who's stuck, huh?"

The look in Mello's eyes was enough to topple buildings. Matt had never seen the blonde so angry before. "Untie me from this damn bed and MAYBE I'll let you keep your dick."

"What's wrong Mel? Thought you liked bondage," the redhead was forced to snigger. "You seemed happy enough a minute ago."

"Do I SEEM like the submissive type to you, Matt?"

Matt climbed onto the bed and straddled the blonde. "Do I really SEEM like I care?" He ran a hand through Mello's hair and placed a mockingly sweet kiss on his forehead. "You're just going to have to deal with it."

~*~

Light Yagami was used to looking down on people. He did it well and often, such was his ego. But, for the moment, he had the chance to look down on the commander of his personal guard both literally and figuratively. The bumbling idiot had returned to the mansion empty-handed, which was exactly what he had been instructed NOT to do. Therefore, punishment had to be dealt.

"Go on, Akisa-san, write it. Write the name. I can wait all day," the god said, leaning back in his chair and inspecting his fingernails. He looked up at Akisa through the long tendrils of hair that hung in his face and smirked.

His hand shook; he couldn't do this. He couldn't let Kira kill someone he loved. He thought of his wife and his daughter and he dropped the pencil in his hand back onto the desk.

"I-I can't do it Sir. Please-"

Light's eyes narrowed. "You cannot do it?" he repeated.

Akisa trembled at the god's voice. "P-p-please S-sir. I can't l-let them pay for my mistake."

Light leaned forward, placing his long fingers together before him. "I never said I was going to kill them this time. I merely wished to know who you would be willing to injure for your own carelessness. Tell me, Akisa-san, do you expect another failure in the future?"

He shook his head rapidly, not trusting his voice. He would not fail Kira. He would not fail god.

"Good," Light said, hiding a laugh; he suspected the commander was ready to piss himself. "Go back to your team and be sure they are ready for a successful mission tonight. It is your head on the final line, Akisa-san. Have them ready to leave in two hours."

"Y-yes Sir. I can assure you, all will go as planned tonight." He bowed to Light before heading out to ready his team. Tonight was important, nothing could interfere.