A/N: Listen to No ones Gonna Love you by Cee-lo Green. Or don't. It's a cover song. The real songs sung by Band of Horses, but i personally love Cee-lo's cover. Anyways here is chapter dos.

Matt was following behind Mello through the hallways that made up the hideout while carefully trying to keep his distance away from the blond.

He dared to look up at the man before him, but just as soon as he did, a sharp pain ripped through his chest. He couldn't understand why even after all the time that passed between seeing Mello; his body reacted the same way as it did before; as if in pure agony. He was supposed to be over everything that stood for the other man. Fuck.

Matt lowered his head down again. He reached a hand up to pull his goggles over his eyes, tinting his world in a surreal orange, then reached into his pocket to pull out a cigarette and a lighter.

Mello stopped in his tracks and turned to Matt. "Don't light that." He glared daggers at the other man.

"Fuck you." Matt didn't bother to look up from his cigarette. He didn't trust himself to keep an emotionless expression on his face around the blond. Besides, the blond had always been able to read him easily. It was one of the many reasons he hated him.

He flicking the lighter on and burned the end of his cigarette.

"I said, put it out, Mail."

"You don't control me, Mihael." Mello really thought his words meant anything to him? Like he could be manipulated and controlled in his ways so easily? He took a drag of his cancer stick, inhaling the sweet nicotine into his lungs. Moments later he could feel the drug do its job of settling his nerves. . The pain in his chest easing until it was completely gone.

Feeling the cocky side of his cigarette, Matt then blew the excess smoke from his lungs into the blonds face.

Before Matt could even take another drag, Mello snatched the cigarette from his fingers, threw it on the floor and crushed it underneath his boot. He shoved Matt into a wall holding him in place by wrapping a hand around the young red heads neck and tightened his hand cruelly against Matt's windpipe, cutting off his air supply.

"When I tell you to do something, you fucking do it. Do you understand me?" Tears of pain came into Matt's eyes. He stared wide eyed, pleading silently for the older man to let him go. Why did God hate him so much? He had been away from the blond for 5 years only for Mello to be introduced back into his life! It wasn't fair. Every moment with the blond in his life meant a bleak existence for him. Why did God hate him?

Flashback:

Matt looked at his surroundings. The crimson red that could only be identified as blood tinted his sight. He looked down at his body. Sure enough cuts and bruises littered every inch of his pail skin. As he looked down though, he knew the blood couldn't have all come from him; there was far too much blood for his cuts. There was a dense trail of dark red, almost black blood that as he followed, led him into his bedroom. He entered the dark room switching on the lights as he passed the door frame. His eyes trailed the small room before him, finally settling down on the bed. It was almost completely soaked in what he knew to be blood.

The events that occurred not even 5 minutes earlier rushed back to him. Mello whose hands had been on his body, scratching and ripping his skin open, who had been pounding his head against the walls, who had kicked and beat him after telling him he loved him, was lying on the soaked bed, skin almost paler than Matt's own. He had remembered not even being Matt anymore, fighting back against Mello, and in a moment of what he felt as life or death, had pulled a gun from the confines of Mello's clothes and…Oh God. He remembered Mello's conscience had slipped, probably from blood loss. He'd carried Mello's body to their room, setting his body softly on the bed. Then he'd gone into the living room, put the gun in a drawer and sat down on their couch, trying to work through his daze.

He shivered looking at the body. Mello was still breathing. He looked almost as if he were asleep. He liked Mello best when he was asleep. He looked so harmless to Matt. When he was awake, he made sure Matt was in agony. Matt could stand physical pain like no other person, but the things Mello could and would say! Physical pain could heal; there was a certain breaking point all minds had. And Matt had reached his.

Matt walked over to the dresser near Mello's body and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter. He sat down on the bed and looked at Mello. "I love you, Mihael." Tears were treading along Matt's eyes, but before any could fall, he lit his cigarette and inhaled the toxins.

He loved Mello so much. He didn't know when he had changed. Was it his fault? Had he done something wrong? They started out so great! Damn it, things were amazing! But something shifted, something changed that shouldn't have, and Matt was soon after left bleeding. But he loved Mello. Maybe that was the problem? Mello hating Matt because love was involved?

He sighed and looked at his hands. His hands alone told of Mello's abuse. There were lines that didn't belong on palms, lines that didn't belong on wrists either.

He loved the unconscious form next to him that it hurt. His chest hurt whenever he was around the blond. Even in the good moments, his chest would cause him pain because he wanted more than anything to be something to the blond. Mello's "I love yous" were only used to hurt him. Yeah of course Mello had said "I love you" but it was usually only to mock the red head. Matt wondered solemnly if he'd ever meant it even once in his life.

He inhaled another round of smoke before setting the burning cigarette down on the floor. He got up, leaned over Mello. "I love you," he said again and kissed him softly on the lips. Like the first time they ever met.

A spark on the cigarette fell on the carpet and a small patch caught on fire. Matt watched the fire momentarily, before a laugh escaped him. He lay back on the bed positioning himself to fit as if Mello was holding him, moving Mello's arms to wrap around his frame. He stayed like that for a while, watching the fire get bigger as it fed on fabric and the rest of the room.

Some of the flames started licking the bed and Matt looked at it all and sighed. He got up from the bed and walked away from the room and then the front door.

END FLASHBACK.

Mello pulled the red head back only to throw him into the wall again. "Do you understand me?" Mello nodded as best as he could manage though Mello's grip. Tears were now spilling from his eyes, which only amused Mello all the more.

"Yes." He squeaked.

Mello didn't let go of Matt's neck, but softened his grip. "You used to love this, Matty. My hands all over you." Mello ran his tongue along Matt's jaw line, giving him trails of seemingly innocent kisses.

Matt's was desperately trying to pry Mello away from him, but it seemed to only encourage his captor.

Mello let go of Matt for a second before grabbing Matt's hands and pulling them over his head and gripping them tightly with one of his own hands. Mello's smirk deepened. With one hand holding Matt's hands above his head, he started to slide his other hand down the red heads body. Matt was now squirming in his hold, trying to loosen himself. Mello's hand slipped into the hem of Matt's shirt, touching the skin underneath. Matt whimpered. "You still love this don't you?" Mello laughed.

His lips molded around Matt's lips sucking and biting viciously with little reaction on Matt's part. Mello pulled Matt's chin up to face him. "Look at me," he growled. His face suddenly was void of any emotion, even the smirk was gone. He pointed at his face solemnly. "You see what you did to me?"

For the first time since seeing the blonde, Matt noticed the scar that was eating up his face. He wondered to himself how he could have missed it. It was a burn scar and Matt did not have to wonder where he'd received it from.

"You did this to me and I'm going to make you pay. I've been waiting for you to come back to me. I knew you would. Honestly Matt, how long did it take you to realize you were as low as a prostitute without me?"

Mello released Matt, moving away from him as if the mere sight of Matt made him sick. Matt was panting now, his blue eyes filled with tears and utter fear of the man before him. He slid down the wall trying to catch his breath and figuring out what he was going to do. There was no way he was going to stay in the mafia base. No way. Sooner or later, Mello would kill him. He just knew it. He could see it in the man's eyes.

"You're pathetic." Mello crouched down to Matt's level. "Wipe those tears, Mattie-boy, if Rod see's you cry he'll tear you a new asshole. Literally." Mello couldn't help but laugh. "I can't believe I wasted time and energy on you."

Mello waited, but Matt showed no signs of getting back up, so he grabbed the other man's arm, pulling him to his feet. Mello then turned and began to walk again as if nothing happened. It took Matt a few seconds of dumbly staring at the monster ahead of him before he wiped his face and straightening his clothes, and he followed suit.

A/N: Yeah, not much progress, but next chapter will actually be, well not in a hallway. The story starts next chapter :D review with feedback plz!