Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.

AN: OK DiabolicaJeevas, you wanted a fic where I slung together 5 of my ideas, and now you have it! No idea how long it will actually be as it DOES have some plot in it. :)

I will state the idea and such at the end so as to not spoil anything. Word of warning though, just because I end a chapter doesn't mean that one idea has run its course.

Suggested Listening: Gold Guns Girls by Metric (inspired this particular piece)

~Part One~

It wasn't the hourglass curves of her body, or her supple breasts or even her seemingly perfectly crafted buttocks that had caught his attention as she danced on the stage.

No; it was the too long red hair and green eyes that were a shade too light. Mello sighed. She reminded him of Matt and despite the grins on his comrade's faces, it was the only reason he was looking at her. He sipped at his alcoholic beverage, something with chocolate in it, and sighed slowly again, tipping his head back for a moment. He had only recently begun to think of Matt every time he saw a flash of red hair or green eyes. It was safe to say that he missed his friend terribly… and perhaps even more than he would be willing to admit, even to himself.

But anything concerning the redhead would need to wait, he reminded himself, as he glanced at his mafia associates with a frown. He couldn't afford to bring Matt into this world. Matt who had only seen the mafia from the depictions the tiny screens of his games gave him. Matt who was far too out-of-touch with the real world to handle something like this...

The girl on stage, who couldn't have been more than eighteen, stopped dancing as the lights dimmed to darkness and someone new took the stage, but walked in her stilettos and attached her body to the pole in front instead. Mello sighed. He really didn't want to waste his time there; he had plans to go over, things to check and even more to come up with.

He was battling Near and Kira and didn't need this sort of thing in the way.

"Hey baby!" the girl who had previously been on stage called to him, sauntering up to him, though despite her wide grin none of her enthusiasm reached her eyes. He wasn't surprised really. Mello's eyes narrowed, however, as she seated herself in his lap. "Your friend asked me to make you feel good, what do you say?" her full lips pulled back further to show her bright smile and he glared spitefully at the mafia men off to his left, Rod Ross being one of them.

Ross grinned back at him, whore in his lap and a drink in his hand. Mello scoffed. What a disgusting display, and the thing wiggling it's hips on his lap no better.

No, Mello decided, he truly did not want to be there.

He had known it was a bad idea to go to the club at Rod's insistence, an adult entertainment one, but he hadn't been able to get out of it this time. Everyone at the base was convinced he needed to clam down and de-stress or he was going to give himself a heart-attack before Kira ever could. And by de-stress they all naturally meant get laid.

Mello frowned as the redhead, practically topless now, ran her hands across his leather covered chest.

It wasn't that he hadn't had sex, he was in the mafia and it was and unavoidable event, he just wasn't into it in the least. It did nothing for him that his own hand couldn't accomplish on its own. Or perhaps it was that he'd had sex with a woman. It hadn't been enjoyable in the slightest.

Despite that he found himself getting hard as her hand went to rub him through the leather; how could he not with that stimulation? He sighed as he heard cries of 'just go fuck her' and 'get yourself laid before you come back to base'.

There truly didn't seem to be a way to get out of the situation. "Come on." he muttered sourly to the girl whose eyes widened slightly as he pushed her from his lap before her grin was right back in place. Mello didn't bother to look back at Ross or the others; he knew they were all grinning.

He allowed her to tug him in the direction of the V.I.P rooms, made especially for high paying clientele who wanted a more private taste of the show. Mello hated places like this. The room was very sparse, painted a light blue with white curtains and a dimly lit chandelier type fixture hanging from the ceiling, and a red velvet covered bed.

The moment the door was shut the girl took a step back and began to unfasten her skimpy top. "I won't be having sex with you so there's no need." he took in her surprised look as well as her flinch when he passed her by to simply sit against the wall on the other side of the room.

"How long does one usually take in this situation?" he asked. The girl looked at him, somewhat nervously, and he supposed he had thrown her a curve ball, so to speak.

"A-anywhere from one to three hours..." she stumbled over her words and stood there awkwardly, as though not having sex was something strange and weird.

"I'll stay for an hour and a half in that case. Do what you like for that time, but do not touch me." he stated clearly before closing his eyes and crossing his arms. Mello heard the girl hesitantly walk over to the bed and sit down and had no doubt she was watching him curiously.

He shifted slightly to ease some of the pressure he felt, his semi-erect penis uncomfortable inside his tight leather trousers.

It was going to be a long night...

-End Part One-

AN: So the original scene was simply the beginning two paragraphs. That's it. I came up with the idea while on a car trip and had to type it into the memo-pad of my phone or risk loosing the idea. And until D told me to make a fic with five of my (rather many homeless) ideas it was simply collecting dust.

If you look for it, it's not hard to tell where this is going. But it connects two other ideas so it was pefect for the fic. And I COULD have made Mello have sex with her, but really, who wanted that? :)

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