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My god, I need to stop reading 1984
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Understandably so, he thought; he was sixteen years old and hadn't seen Mello in fucking ages, and had just spent a ridiculous amount of time on a plane coming from England to LA, and had been dragged to a nightclub (his first) by Mello (who now looked less like a demonic black-clad choir boy and more like gay BDSM jailbait) and a shitload of pimps and drug dealers and people-traffickers and fuck knows what else before they even got a chance to talk.
And since conversation in a nightclub is wishful thinking at best, drinking was obviously the only other option. Trying to hang out with Mello was pointless. Mello was obviously hot shit right now; every one these huge scary gangsters wanted to get close to Matt's best friend. He felt like he'd been dropped in the middle of Vice City.
His timing for this trip was worse than abysmal.
"Going to the bar," he muttered. There were a lot of empty glasses on the table in front of him, and he had a vague feeling most of them were his ( ... )
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He managed to get to Mello's apartment by ten the next morning.
"Thank fuck," the other teen said, dragging him inside. Matt noted that at this time in the morning he was in the loose black slacks and sweater that were so familiar to him. "You got out okay?"
"Out? Don't, uh." Matt winced. "Don't talk too loud, okay?"
Mello rolled his eyes. "You're such a fucking lightweight. And yeah; there was an undercover operation going on at the club last night, but one of their agents went AWOL and it didn't work out properly. Ross got most of our people out, but you weren't answering your phone..." A scowl.
"Yeah. Sorry about that." He slumped onto the sofa, rubbing his head. "Christ, I need a cigarette."
"Some little bitch called 'Ratt'," Mello continued, throwing a packet at Matt, who gave him a profoundly grateful smile in return. "I think we can use him. We know his weaknesses."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Money. And," a long, slow grin, "teenage boys."
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AN: Ill Ratt, or Shawn Dunleavy, is the SPK spy. I wanted this to be Matt/Gevanni at ( ... )
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And now looked less like a demonic black-clad choir boy and more like gay BDSM jailbait - ha.
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Glad you liked! :D
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All in all, nice job, keeping the anonymity.
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you're my hero! XD
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Dane Cook? xD
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Two: I will never cease to giggle at Mello being referred to as "gay BDSM jailbait." EVER.
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