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Just Enough

Matt had no desire to be where he was. The flashing lights. The loud blaring music. The smell of sweat and alcohol on the tons of people crowding the floor. It was all too much for the gamer with sensory issues. He couldn't even focus on the drink in his hand, it was so overwhelming. Of course he had to meet his client here.
Not in a quiet park. Here, in this jam-packed place that made him want to hide under the table. It was all he could do not to cover his ears and block everything out. No showing weakness to your clients, or to anyone else really. Keep up the badass look, and keep people away from you. Then it couldn't get worse.

That's all…just a couple more minutes before his client showed up and he got his job. That's all. Five minutes.

The gamer stared down at the beaten and scratched up bar. His eyes ran over every cut, every single stain and put shapes together in an attempt to escape this painful reality.

Four minutes.

He would wait no longer for his client. The man was already half an hour late. If he was any later, Matt was leaving as fast as possible.

Three minutes.

The music only seemed to become further away as the people started getting louder. It was as if the simple brushing against someone created a loud crashing sound, let alone thirty people all bumping into one another in their drunken haze.
The music wasn't even good. It was as if no one heard it. Only focusing at trying to get someone to take home with them. The music didn't matter anymore, so why did they bother having it?

Two minutes.

Matt paid for his fourth drink, wishing that it would fog up his mind and block out all of the noise. He may regret it in the morning, but right now he didn't want to care. Luckily he hadn't driven here, seeing as he lived in the apartments only a block away.

Someone came and sat beside him, ordering a drink and then smiling at Matt. "Rough night. Got lost three times, almost ended in a wreck before being chased by the coppers." The man had a British accent, short choppy brown hair, and a leather jacket on.
"Right…that explains why I've been in this hellhole for over half an hour." The gamer grumbled, glaring through tinted goggles up at the man. "Next time I leave at the fifteen minute mark if you're late Jonathan."
The Brit just chuckled, "Alright mate, alright. I'll buy you another drink and then we can talk about that job, aye?"

Matt glared at him again, shoulders slumped, almost resting his chin on the filthy bar. "This is my fourth drink. I don't need another, mate," he growled.

Jonathan tapped his fingers against the grainy wood and cleared his throat nervously. "Righto. Let's get straight to business then." He said quickly, not looking at Matt. "I need a quick hacking job on a company." The man slid over an envelope to Matt who took it and put it in his vest pocket.
"There's one grand in there, I'll pay you the rest when the job is done right."
Matt nodded, "how much is that?"

Jonathan drank the last of his beer and placed some money on the counter, turning to go. "The other fifty-four thousand." He walked off without another word.

Matt smirked to himself and drank the rest of his drink, whatever it was, in one gulp. If he was getting a job that big, he'd best enjoy himself while he could. One song couldn't kill him if he'd managed this far. Plus now, he was tipsy and there was a buzzing in the back of his skull from that last drink. Something told him to go home before he got into trouble, but that something was drowning in alcohol.

He didn't know what he'd been doing for an hour. There was no way he was dancing that long. Someone would've knocked him senseless for being the most stupidest dancer ever. Or at least, he thought so.
He had one more drink and finally felt his overloaded senses mute. He looked up through his orange-tinted goggles to the people around him.

The lights, flashing and previously giving headaches were now slow and steady with the music, which felt slower as well. The crowd became a blur of moving shadows, and between the sea of black came a hunter.


Ever since he had walked into the bar, he'd been watched. The redhead moved gracefully somehow, and it had attracted attention to the young man.
Piercing blue eyes watched eagerly for a long time before his prey finally came to dance. He moved with the music, unlike the rest of the horny, lumbering sheep taking up room. From his goggles to his striped shirt and down to his boots, he was very attractive.
The blue eyes wanted that form holding his, those hips moving beneath his fingers.

The music echoed around his ears, everything slowed down into a perfect synch with just him and the redhead
Nothing could stop him as he stalked up to his prey, taking every second to watch the way he moved. It was only making him want the man that much more. Every inch of him was sexy, and there was no way he was letting it get away from him.

Mello always got what he wanted when he was hunting in his territory.

The redhead looked up at him, his hidden eyes teasing him almost, daring him. The blond accepted the challenge, his hips moving sensuously, charming the other into coming closer.
Matt gladly did so, whether it really was the blond or the alcohol he didn't care. All of his senses were heightened, but not overly so. He wanted to see what happened if he got closer, if there was something to this.

The crowd faded from the background, the lights seemed to slow, and the only ones around were the two charmed men staring at each other from across the room.

Not a moment later, they were standing in front of each other somehow. Not an inch apart, their dancing stilled. Mello gently pulled the goggles down to be around Matt's neck, his gloved fingers brushing against the smooth neck.
He wanted to kiss that soft skin, to make it purpled and marked. He wanted it under his tongue so badly it hurt.
The crowd around them kept dancing, unaware of the meeting amidst their swaying hips.

The redhead placed a leather-bound finger beneath the blonds chin, drawing his attention from his neck and to his pale blue eyes.

The music sped up, the lights flashed and the crowd danced. It all sped up as the goggles fell away, but he didn't put them back. He left them there, and paid all of his heightened senses to the blondes attention.
His lips looked so soft and gentle like always. Warmth radiated from the slightly parted mouth, panting out breaths like counting seconds. The piercing eyes were stronger without goggles. They were full of desire, and Matt dared not deny him again.

The blond was simply lost in the others blue eyes again, unable to resist the sirens call that they held for him. The stories that they told were endless. Calm passion radiated from the pale irises, dragging him in, and granting all the permissions he could get.

Mello's hands rested against the gamers hips, Matt's other hand snaked around to his back and pulled him closer. He moved his hand from Mello's chin to his cheek and softly placed his lips to the others. They were warm, and still tasted like chocolate, sweet on his tongue. Mello inhaled the spicy cinnamon and cigarette flavor of Matt, and only now realized how much he missed him.

The sweet memories cascaded over them, but once they realized their mistake, they instantly heightened the kiss. They would never let that happen again.

Mello licked at Mat's bottom lip before gaining entrance and exploring his mouth, the taste of nicotine permanently laced into that perfect tongue. Chocolate mixed together in his mouth, and Matt remembered why regular chocolate was never the same. They had both tried, and failed, at staying apart. It just didn't work.
This simple moment told them both that they would never separate again. Not that they shouldn't, but that they couldn't. It was impossible.


The kiss ended within seconds of it beginning, but it was enough.

Enough to tighten the grip Mello had on Matt's hips. Enough for Matt to pull Mello as close to his body as possible. Enough to speak without ever uttering a sound. It was enough for them to know how the rest of the night would be planned out.
It was just enough for them both to act up the courage to finally say what they never could say before, "I love you."

"I always have."

"I always will."
So, Matt goes to meet a client, and ends up seeing an old ‘friend’.

Okay, I wrote this from 1:00am to 2:00am please just smack me if I screwed up. I am rebelling against my mother by staying up late doing other things since she won't let me play Prototype 2 at this time of night...

I listened to Rapture by iio, three versions.
Techno Trance (chill mix)> [link]
Remix I think...> [link]
Original> [link]

Just a one-shot guys, sorry.

:bulletblack: Matt and Mello belong to Tsugumi Obha and Takeshi Obata
:bulletwhite: Story belongs to ~SilentAddiction23
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2wolfwings Featured By Owner May 2, 2012  Student General Artist
gah! i wanted to play prototype when it came out and now theres a second one? gosh darn i need my own xbox or my laptop fixed, id take either. great story, it was cute... but i have a question. i was confused, who has the blue eyes?
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SilentAddiction23 Featured By Owner May 3, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I love Alex he's so awesome~ I wish he was the protagonist in 2, but I can see why he wasn't :P

In the actual managa/anime Matt has brown hair and pale blue eyes. But the fans ended up giving him red hair and green eyes (because genetically, you can't have green eyes without red hair and vise versa). Not sure why... I tend to write both versions of Matt, depending on how I want the story to feel. So, they both have blue eyes in this story, Matt's are the pale ones while Mello's are the bright crystal etc. ones. :)
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2wolfwings Featured By Owner May 3, 2012  Student General Artist
oh! i know that kinda thing and i know all about red hair and green eyes. honestly, i have green eyes. its kinda cool. i like my eyes.
i wrote a story... it was for yugioh *embarised* and i wrote the rist version or ryou bakura, from season 0, where he has green eyes cause it fit the story better then his brown ones.
matt with brown hair and blue eyes *ponders this* that sounds interesting... i always was under the impression he died his hair anyway and that his hair was actually brown, thats why in the anime it was that weird green color, or thats the way it worked in my head. he was experimenting and becaome chirstmas incarate. *laughs*
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SilentAddiction23 Featured By Owner May 3, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
lol actually, it was green because that's how it had to look for lighting purposes. Put life on pause, and you'll notice that brown turns green in the right lighting. Especially street lights.
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2wolfwings Featured By Owner May 3, 2012  Student General Artist
*tilts head* i have to check this out *writes it on to do list*
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Toxic-Scribbles Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2012  Student General Artist
EM CAN I BE JON'S OFFICIAL STALKER?! :U
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SilentAddiction23 Featured By Owner Apr 30, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
x3 you can sure
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Toxic-Scribbles Featured By Owner May 2, 2012  Student General Artist
sweeeet -w- can you send me a physical description? i'm finally back into drawing
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SilentAddiction23 Featured By Owner May 2, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
I'll note it to you. Just don't let me forget!
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Toxic-Scribbles Featured By Owner May 3, 2012  Student General Artist
okay~
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