OMG. SEQUEL TIEM. DON'T YOU LOVE ME?! Annnnyways. No caps now. For those of you who care…There is a song…That fully describes Vodka and Red Bull. It goes by the name of Flaunt It (which this fic is named after) by TV Rock. If there had to be more inner monologues by Mello about how Matt moves…This song is it. Thanks so much everyone for the positive feedback of Vodka and Red Bull. (Especially masamune reforged who was the author who inspired the fic!) Heads up this time. The more "Please update this soon" or "Can't wait for the next chapter!" reviews I get, the more likely I'll be a sadist and torture you and not update! Haha! Clam Theif loves herself some nice reviews! Tell me why you like it! Much love and enjoy the smut!

We're in the club again. We give off that sort of vibe. He's mine. I'm his. Stay the fuck away from us. We'll fuck you up. We're already in the mood. We're sweaty. We purposely didn't wear a lot. We want to feel each other sweat. We want to feel how slick we are. We want to fuck in the bathroom again. We want our cum and sweat to stain this fucking building. This is our fucking territory. We'll fuck you up if you interfere.

My arm is around his waist; my hand is on his ass. I squeeze him tightly. He makes the same sound he did when we first met. He's so sexy when he whimpers. He's even sexier when he's naked. People eye us. Yes. We're two dudes. Yes we're feeling each other up. Yes, we're fucking gay.

For the most part.

My pants are vinyl. His are…I'm not quite sure. They're not jeans. What are they? I grin. They're leather. He's turning into me. Denim print on leather pants. Vinyl and leather make a sticky sort of sound when rubbed together. We aren't grinding yet. We have the urge though. At least I do. Matt still holds up the shy image when we're in public. Maybe it's the drugs.

We both had put those pills into our mouths with their cutesy images on them to let them dissolve. Matt wasn't hesitant. Neither was I. We should have a good trip then. I can feel it starting. It might be hitting Matt hard. Has he ever done drugs? I forgot to ask. At least he trusts me enough to do them with me.

We haven't started dancing yet. People look at us. They're waiting for us to get out on the dance floor and grind away at one another. I want to make Matt jealous. I want to fuck around with other guys. Make him so jealous he fumes and drags me away. So jealous he forces me into that bathroom stall again. So jealous he forces me on to the back of the toilet and fucks the shit out of me.

I broke him before. I want him to break me.

"Mello, I can't do it!" he screamed his cock throbbing inside me as he attempted to scar me. "No matter what I do, I can't break you…You like it all!"

I just need to push him.

Matt and I are leaning on the bar. The bartender is the same one from when Matt and I met. He smiles and nods at us. He remembers how horny and fucked up we were last time. We're still the same. But this time, we know what's coming. At least, Matt does this time. Tonight was his plan.

Matt nods at me. "Straight vodka." He says. I grin. He's learning my tastes. "Wait." He pauses and looks at me. "No, two—" I stop him.

"Vodka and Red Bull for me." I say with a smirk. Matt smirks back. We've switched. I guess tonight calls for role reversal. The bass thunders. My groin tightens. Something about hardcore bass enhanced dance music gets me hard. Matt places a hand on my knee possessively. The bartender says nothing and the drinks appear before us.

Once again.

I don't care if it's drugged.

Drugs make the sex better.

Matt takes the straight vodka and downs it quickly. I mimic him with my drink. It slides down my throat. It burns. It's sour and sweet, and salty and tastes like sweat.

Red Bull tastes like sex.

It tastes like the good, the bad and the weird parts of sex.

The burn of vodka makes the entire drink the taste of sex.

Matt's blushing already, and he jumps from the barstool. His ass sways as he walks. I've never realized how tight it looks in pants…that aren't jeans. Then again…

I rarely see him in pants at all.

I'm still on the barstool. Just watching him.

Matt looks up at me. His expression is serious, and almost violent.

"Get the fuck out here and grind with me." He hisses. He's so sexy when he sounds tough. Why won't he talk to me like that in bed? He's so glamorous when he's acting violent.

I climb down from the barstool and approach him. The lights flash in brilliant colors. The bass is booming, finding its way to my crotch. The blood begins to stir. I approach Matt. I take his hand and slam him into a pillar.

He cries out as his back makes contact. It's that night all over again.

I kiss his neck. "What's with the tough act?" I whisper heavily into his ear, sliding my hand up beneath his shirt. I gently rub his chest with my nails. I scrape and dig and claw and pinch. Matt's cries get more intense as I feel him up. "You act all tough…but yet…" I allow him away from the wall for a second, then slam him back. "I can still top you in an instant."

People are eyeing us. They like what they see. Some people think it's a fight. Their minds change as they see my reach down and cup Matt's balls. He moans out softly. More people come around to watch as my knee slides up between his legs, replacing my hand. I massage him gently with the cap of my knee before lowering my leg.

"That's who I am." Matt manages to grunt out. I laugh.

"Then be who you fucking are in bed." I growl, reaching down and squeezing him once more. This time, I purposely dig my nails into the fabric, and directly to his flesh. "And fuck me 'til I break, already!" I lean against him, sinking my teeth into his earlobe. He moans out. Yeah. That's it. Moan.

But moan my name.

Moan my name while you're violating me.

Shout my name when you're shoving your cock deep inside of me.

Gasp it when you're sinking your canines into my nipples.

Scream it when you pinch the flesh of my balls.

Curse my name when you cum inside me, push me to my limit, destroy my spirit.

And break me!

We freeze. Fucking bouncers. They're coming up to us. We've disrupted the entire club. I quickly explain before they can get a word out, who I am, and that Matt and I were just playing around. I freeze more than before.

We weren't their object.

I turn around.

Two people are fucking behind us.

I smirk.

That was Matt and me a few weeks ago.

Matt is still leaning against the pillar. He's glancing at the fucking couple, his attention entirely diverted. I lean against him, cupping his crotch, pinching him again. Matt cries out suddenly. His eyes flutter shut. I use my thumb and caress him gently. I love feeling him up in public.

Matt was laying on my bed, his stomach is pressed against the satin sheets. I had grown more accustomed to sleeping in the bed since he came along. I finally had a reason to. I'd fuck the life out of him, to the point where I had almost broke him once more. He made the most delicious noises when I screwed that tight ass of his. I've left my mark inside of him.

I'm quite sure I've left more.

The morning after our first time, Matt was shitting cum for the next day. He had to call work and tell them he had to call off. Apparently he works for the guy who owns the club somewhere else in town. It made me wonder if Matt was ever a prostitute. I then remembered that he claimed he never fucked a guy before.

I was his first. In all honesty…

He was probably my sixth or seventh.

Guy that is.

I lost track of the amount of girls.

Guys are more fun to fuck.

I'm somewhere in the sixties or seventies of people I've fucked around with.

Matt has been one of the best.

He loves everything I do to him. He loves when I spill wax over his body. That one time with the candles…It sold him. He's been an addict ever since.

But there he lay. Once again, he was in one of my favorite, raunchy positions. His arms were splayed out, as well as his legs. Ropes bound each limb to a bed post. My ball gag, a favorite of his, rested in his mouth, my blindfold firmly in place of his eyes. A collar was fasted around his neck with chain leash being yanked up.

I was riding on top of him. My cock was jammed deep inside of him, tickling his prostate. Matt cried out. I had so little to do to him. I had to thrust now and then, and yank the chain.

Matt was so easily broken at first.

It took countless tries before I could figure out…when he really meant stop.

Our violence stops and we decide to head out to the dance floor. Matt's already sweaty. It's the drugs. Or the alcohol. Or the fight. Or me feeling him up. Whatever. Just one fluid we're already releasing from our bodies. First it will be sweat. Then, the blood will come along when I tear him apart. Then the tears when it becomes too much for his body to take. Then the cum. The cum that'll rocket our of us like a volcanic eruption. Sperm cells will jet out of us like gods climbing out of the fucking volcano…Killing anything in their path.

My cum is fucking toxic to anyone but Matt.

I'm mother fucking poison.

Matt's got the mother fucking antidote.

That's me.

I'm a poison and an antidote.

I'm a mother fucking oxymoron.

We're already dancing closely. I don't understand why we went to a club. Matt could have just felt me up at my place.

I wonder for a second.

Does he live with me yet? He's been around my place for over a month.

Matt's arm is around my neck. He's not wearing gloves tonight. His hands are fingering through my hair.

"Let's ditch this place." I whisper to him. "I don't want to fuck you in the bathroom again."

Matt grins and slides his finger under my chin.

"Who said you were going to be doing the fucking?"

Our faces align. Our lips touch. Our mouths open. Our tongues begin to duel. His mouth is hot. It's steamy. My tongue is getting a steam bath. My chest heaves against Matt's. My hand presses against his chest. His other arm wraps around my waist. It hangs loose, his hand's sitting on my ass. He squeezes me through the vinyl. I thrust my crotch against him. Matt pulls away.

There goes my antidote.

My saliva…or his, is coating his lower lip. His eyes look glazed over. I glance between his legs.

Why, hello there, raging hard-on.

I think we're going to be good friends.

At least…with mine.

Matt and I get close again. I'm dominating him as usual. I'm thrusting my crotch at him. He's forced to push back. Leather doesn't do Matt justice. I can see the bulge so easily. In fact, it's more obvious now than it ever was in jeans.

Matt whimpers softly into my ear as we begin to grind. We do this too much.

It's more fun naked.

And in bed.

With sex toys.

ARGH!!!

I'm starting to cum just thinking about it.

I take Matt by the hand, pulling us apart.

I'm about to cum. I can feel it.

I need to fuck him.

Fuck me.

Fuck me and my overactive imagination.

Ahh…There he is again…

"M-mello…" he whimpers. I move my head up on him, and fleck my tongue at his head, staring at him through half open eyes. "Mello…" He's gasping. "I-I'm gonna cum…"

He's so gorgeous when he cums…

I can see the shimmering arc of that pearly cream squirting from him, landing on my chest.

And he's leaning forward with a blindfold on.

And he's licking it off.

I'm kind enough to guide him to his cum.

He takes it in like it's vital to his life.

Matt's the vampire now.

And he drinks cum instead of blood.

"Mello?" he asks as I drag him through the crowd around the people. They're flirting. They're dancing. They're smoking. Drinking…Some are even fucking.

I love this place.

The light slowly changes. It changes from entirely black, with flashing lights and colors, to a dim room. It turns into a hallway to the main lobby.

The lobby is so plain compared to the rest of the club. Two benches. A bouncer. A few people who haven't gotten in. Who cares about them.

"Mello!" Matt snaps. Apparently he's been calling my name. Don't care. Too horny to care. I turn to him. He's sweating still. The drugs are fully circulating. His eyes are glassy.

I love how he looks when he's not sober.

Fucking shit faced is how I like him.

He argues less.

He's wetter.

He's more fun to fuck.

He's only happy to submit to me.

"Yes?" I reply to him, my hand snaking around his waist. Matt silences suddenly. He does this all the time.

One moment screaming and sounding like he'd no sooner rip my dick off than shut up.

The next, the moment I speak…he silences. Matt always silences himself when I talk.

He knows his place.

But…when will he break me in return?

There he is again…

"What I'm going to do, Matt." I say, grabbing the leash and yanking him with only a simple bit of effort. "Is…" I reach behind me and get one of the flaming candles.

"This."

And I tilt the candle. The wax drips on to the head of his cock.

And Matt screams.

It was such a gorgeous scream. Matt loves pain.

So do I.

I want him to hurt me.

I want to hurt him.

I want us to lie in my bed again…

Bleeding. Torn. Bruised. Fucked in every way imaginable.

We're fucking masochists.

I like that.

I smile at Matt again. He's still silent. I want to know what he wants. Me, obviously. But there's more. He wants so much more.

"Yes?" I ask once more. Matt reaches up and wipes the sweat from his forehead. He's wearing another striped shirt. But this one looks like it belongs at Hot Topic. It's covered in mesh, tears, safety pins and studs. It's Hot Topic Bondage at its finest.

Hot Topic, the store where people go to think they have a fashion sense.

"Where're we going?" he asks. I smile. I lean in and kiss Matt on the cheek.

"There." I say, pointing at a door near one of the benches.

It reads: "Office"

Matt blushes.

I'm having one of my crazy ideas again.