A/N: How long has everyone waited for this?

For those of you who do not know, this is the sequel to "Focus". If you have not read that, you need to.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or it's characters.

Warnings: Language, Drug Use, Alcohol Use, Sex, Violence, Sexual Situations, Ideological Sensitivity, etc. (for whole fic)

Chapter 1: Come Play With Me

A burst of laughter exploded into the room. The gang was working on their latest album. Matt was insisting that the others pick up more songs if they wanted to, encouraging them to live through the music.

"That's more your thing than anyone else." Misa stated with a shrug, stretching her back out by gliding her hands over the table. Mikami sat beside her and dropped his pen, rubbing her back as she did so, receiving a small smile in return.

"That's not true. B writes lyrics." Matt defended. Beyond looked up at him with a cocked eyebrow.

"That doesn't mean I want to sing on stage or anything. I like beating my drums. But if it changes, I'll let you know." He smiled innocently at his red headed friend. Matt smiled to himself and shook his head, looking around. Suddenly he realized the lack of presence of a certain blond. He tossed back the last of his drink and excused himself.

He walked out of the conference room and looked both ways down the hallway. Seeing no one, he shrugged and headed towards the bathroom. But before he could get there, he was yanked into darkness. He heard a door slam shut and felt himself being pushed against it, a set of lips on his automatically. He groaned, threading his fingers in the long hair, gasping for breath as the lips descended down his throat.

"Mello.." He breathed out, thrusting forward.

"It's about time you showed." Mello replied, nibbling on an ear lobe.

"You know we won't have enough time here before they send a search party." Matt said sadly. Mello nodded.

"I know. I just couldn't help it. Sitting there watching you. I just needed to taste your lips. Taste you. It's been so long." Mello moved down Matt's body, his hands igniting it's path to his belt buckle. Matt groaned as his pants were loosened and his erection sprang free. It had been a while. Sneaking around was hard work.

Mello wasted no time. He immediately wrapped his lips around the head of his cock, sucking hard. Matt almost doubled over at the sensation. His hips naturally thrust in time with Mello's mouth. One hand rest on the blond head, and the other was stuffed into his own mouth. He bit down through his moans, trying not to be heard. There was no way he'd last long this way.

Then Mello deep throated him, and Matt lost it. Both hands gripped his head, pulling it to him as his hips rocked back and forth in waves of passion. His lips were parted, allowing sweet noises to escape unwillingly. Mello groaned around him, and he let go, realizing the blond needed to breath.

"Fuck, maybe we should go a while again. I'd love to see you do that to my ass." Mello laughed. Matt breathed out his own and let his head fall back to the door. He reached out and pulled Mello to him, kissing him lazily.

"Tonight?" Mello asked hopefully. Matt nodded. "Promise?" Matt nodded again, causing the blond to smile.

"I'll go back first. You compose yourself." Mello laughed, tucking Matt's flaccid cock into his pants. Matt bucked towards him and Mello laughed, walking out. Matt took some time to let his breathing get back to normal, fixed his hair and followed after.

"Matt, we're leaving. We want to grab some dinner." Misa said upon his entering the room. He was about to decline, but she shook her head. "It's not optional." She smiled sweetly. He sighed, eyes connecting with Mello's who looked equally as dejected.

(-line-)

A flash went off in the direction of their group as they made their way to the restaurant across the street.

"I'm still not used to this shit." Matt groaned in annoyance. Mello felt a stab in his stomach. It was his fault they had to be outed, after all.

They instantly got a table though, which was a perk Matt never complained about. Though, the red head tried to rush through dinner, wanting to get home and wait for Mello to join him. Every time something else got added to the agenda of their night, he thought he'd kill Misa.

"Oh, we should go dancing!" Misa cried. Matt groaned.

"Misa! I'm tired. I want to go home and sleep." Matt complained. The others looked at her equally annoyed, wishing to go home with their significant others.

"You guys suck." She pouted. Matt gave her a hug, but jumped up, ready to make a run for it.

"Hey, Matt!" B called, stopping him. He resisted the urge to groan and punch the man in the face. "I was wondering if you could come over for a minute. I was hoping to talk to you." He wanted to say no. He really did. He could see Mello practically pleading with him to say no.

"Yeah, sure." Fuck. He smiled sadly. Mello had tossed his head back against the booth.

(-line-)

"So, what's this all about?" Matt finally asked B, cutting off the small talk. B smiled at him.

"Not much. Just want to ask you to be my best man." He shrugged. Matt smiled at him.

"Of course! What about L?" He asked, feeling awkward. B shrugged.

"He's my brother. So, he's a groomsman. But you're my best friend. Besides, you did help me get the girl and all." He sent a predatory smile in Naomi's direction. The woman in question couldn't hear them, so she cocked a brow and gave him a threatening look. "Come on, let me whoop your ass in some Special Ops before you go." Not one to resist, Matt took up the offer and sat in his regular gaming chair.

"Alright, but I need a joint." He laughed as one was dangled in his face. He looked up to see Naomi standing there. "Oh, so that's why you're getting married!" He joked. Naomi smacked him upside the head and moved on to B.

The game started and Matt was naturally kicking B's ass. Then his phone rang alerting him to a text message. He glanced at the name and saw it was Mello. Being in a nice sniping position, he opened it.

Hurry up!

He smiled to himself and clicked end, returning to his game, shooting B in the head. "Fucker!" B yelled. His phone beeped again.

I'm waiting for you, Matt. Your bed is lonely without you.

He fumbled with his controller. Mello was in his bed?!

"Who's waiting for you in bed?" Naomi teased from over his shoulder. Matt fumbled again and clicked end, glad Mello's name was in code on his phone.

"Huh? No one. It's a joke." He tried to laugh of and adjust in his seat. His controller vibrated in his hands and he noticed B had killed him.

His phone chimed again and he opened it, nearly dropping it immediately. It was a close up picture of Mello's erection. Complete with the "surprise" he had promised Matt. Apparently he had gotten a tattoo on his pelvis of an A and B button like in an arcade, making his cock the joy stick. Under the pic was the caption "Want to game? Come play with me."

"Whoa!" Naomi screeched from behind him. Matt jumped and closed it out, jumping from his seat.

"I gotta go, B. Sorry." He ran out of the house.

"What was that all about?" Beyond asked. Naomi flushed and told him what she had seen.

"But Matt never ditches games. Says they're better than sex." Naomi trailed off. Beyond laughed.

"Apparently he found someone to show him otherwise. Maybe this one is serious." He explained. "But if it is, why don't we know, and how long has this been going on?" Naomi shrugged, just as confused as her fiance.

"It's not like Matt to be secretive." Beyond nodded.

"I guess we have a mystery on our hands." He smirked at her. She returned it with a nod. They would find out who Matt's mystery guy was.