I was inspired by the song Be My Escape By: Relient K. This is the first time I've really written something sweet and I like the way it turned out. Comments? As always if you have a suggestion for a story, tell me and I will make it happen.

~Matt'sUke

He's sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, his burnt and torn vest lying next to him. The newly burnt flesh covering the left side of his face does little to mar his beauty. I walk over carrying an armful of bandages. I obviously can't bring him into a hospital even though he clearly needs it.

"Lay back." I say to him gently walking over to the couch where he sits. He looks up at me with scorn in his eyes, clearly not keen on taking orders, not in this state, not from me. "Look, you can't stay with those wounds open, and don't look at me like that. God knows what would have happened if I hadn't found you."

Yes. I found him. A few hours earlier, while stalking around previously known mafia bases I received a phone call. The voice on the other end was rough and scratchy. Weak. But I knew instantly who it was. "Matt," the voice and said, "I-I need your help." Then they hung up.

It hadn't taken me long to trace the call and find Mello buried amongst the charred ruins of what seemed to have been a building at some point. Parts on the place were even still on fire. I had lifted him into my arms and carried him from the wreckage and so here we are, four years after he abandoned me at the orphanage glaring at me for giving him and order.

I sigh and sit down next to him wrapping my arms gently around his shoulders. Surprisingly, he lets me lower him onto the pillows behind him and wrap bandages around his shoulder and neck, flinching only slightly as I apply medicine to his face that I know burns like hell, no pun intended. Then he just lies there. Eyes closed. I lean down slowly and touch my lips to his. He doesn't pull away. He just lets me.

"You will always be beautiful to me. No matter how many scars you have." I whisper gently to him.

He reaches up and wraps his arms around my neck whispering in my ear the words I will always treasure, "Matt," he says, "be my escape."

I can see the begging in his eyes and lean down to kiss him again, but this time he meets me half way. I run my hands up his sides and over his chest and he slowly lifts off my shirt. I trail gentle kisses down his neck as we both ease out of our pants. Everything is done slowly. Lovingly.

I don't want to hurt him. I prepare my lover with one finger then two stretching him and at the same time searching for the right spot. I here him gasp from under me and know that he is as ready as he will ever be. I enter him slowly and feel his nails dig into my back as small moans escape his lips.

"You okay?" I check in.

"Y-yes. M-mail!" Mello gasps my real name.

I start a slow and steady rhythm but soon quicken, encouraged by the small moan escaping my lover's lips letting loose my own moans until we come together in perfect harmony.

I ease out of the blonde and pull him close and whisper softly, "I'll gladly be your escape."