A/N: This fic, in one chapter, has gotten past 100 hits faster than any of my others. I'm so happy. I wrote this entirely on impulse. Originally…This was going to be a song fic…To In Da Club. (Which I'm not actually a fan of.) I'm so proud of this. I've been giggling at the idea. Allow me to warn you…There will be S&M in chapter 3. Lots of it. Matt will be getting his sweet ass fucked in so many ways, you won't know what hit you. I encourage everyone to leave me such nice reviews for this chapter too! Thank you everyone, SO much!

I take Matt's had passively, and drag him through the crowd. I'm hard. Matt's hard. We need to fuck. We need to fuck now. I glance back at him, he somehow took a drink from someone's hands and was downing it. Apparently he likes drunken sex. I reach back to him and pull him near me. He whimpers at how rough I am.

We're near the wall, close to the men's bathroom. I slam him against the wall, pinning him in place. He whines in protest. But I know he likes it. I lean for him, kissing his cheek lightly, sliding down to his neck. I suck roughly. Matt reaches up and runs his hands through my hair. I moan as I suck on his neck. I feel like a vampire. I want to draw blood and gulp it down. I want him crying in pain now. Fuck. I just want him.

And he wants me too. His hips jolt forward, thrusting into mine. His head tilts, giving me better access to his neck. He feels like the victim of a vampire. I know he does. I start sinking my teeth into him. He moans. I moan. I reach down and squeeze his crotch. He loves it. I love it. I want to drag him into the bathroom now. But I want to be as inconspicuous as possible.

Inconspicuous is a pretty fancy word to remember when you're shit faced and high.

Matt runs his hands through my hair. I like how it feels having hands, not covered by gloves running up around my head. I like how me moans. No, I fucking love how he moans. I don't want it to stop.

I think he's a virgin.

I pull from his neck and ask.

"Matt." I say gently, massaging where I had just violated with my finger tips. "Have you ever been fucked?"

He shakes his head. "I've gotten head." He replies. I smile. He is a virgin.

"Then how did you know you weren't gay?"

He looks at me with glassy, drunk eyes. "I got head from a guy." I laugh, running my hand along his chest, down so it's resting between his legs. "How do you know you're not?"

"I'm bi, Matt." I whisper sexily into his ear. "And you know. Bisexual's just a fancy way of saying I'll fuck anyone." Matt shivers slightly. I think he thinks I've had sex with the entire club. "Don't worry, kid." I lick his earlobe. He gasps. "I've been tested. I'm clean."

He sighs. From relief, I hope. Maybe he wanted the risk of fucking someone with AIDS. Matt starts to pull from the wall. I begin to wonder if I've actually said something wrong for once.

But I see that he's only moving because he's crouching down. He's examining my pants. More importantly, he's examining my crotch. He's figuring out how to take my pants off. Jokingly, I place my hand on his head, and push it towards my crotch. He makes a sound indicating shock before looking up at me, laughing. Matt begins to stand again, just in time for me to slam him to the wall once more.

"You want to do this or what?" I ask.

He smiles and I lead him into the bathroom.

The bathroom is kind of dingy, but it's better lit than the rest of the club. It's a fluorescent blue, and there are multicolored paint splatters on the wall. It doesn't appear to be cleaned all that often. Perhaps only once or twice a week. But it could be worse. This club is only opened three nights a week. There are four urinals and two stalls. One stall is closed, but it doesn't appear that anyone is inside it. The other, is against the wall, the door wide open. No one is in here. Matt leads me into the stall near the wall. He's eager now.

The stall walls are white, and stand out in the bathroom, but it doesn't matter. Less will show up on them when we're done. Matt and I are both standing in the stall, and I lock the door behind us. Matt's grinning, staring at me, I notice a pair of goggles with yellow lenses, sitting on his head. I'm tempted to use them as a gag. But I want him screaming my name.

We don't make any moves at first, but I begin to advance. If Matt trips right now, he'll fall ass first on the toilet. He's clever though. He puts a foot on the toilet seat and steps up. He's sitting on the back of the toilet, his ass seated firmly. I step up on to the toilet seat too. I lean down, so we're face to face.

I smile. "You've got green eyes." I say. Matt gives me a drunken smile.

"You have blue."

I put my hand over the obvious, bulge in Matt's pants, squeezing slightly. I maneuver my hand slightly, and pinch the golden colored zipper. Being as careful, and as sexy as I can be, I slide it down. Matt looks down at me, watching. I slip the button from the hole on his jeans and open the flaps. I hoist myself up a bit, resting my hands on the silken plaid of Matt's boxers. Matt's eyes are glazed over. He's drunk. He's horny. And I'm just prolonging the excitement.

I press my lips against Matt's. Our mouths open wide. Our tongues press together, tasting each other. I moan into his mouth and suck on his lower lip. I feel his tongue reaching deep into my mouth, tracing all the little curves. My sucking turns to nibbling as I slide my hand through the slid in Matt's boxers. I feel his throbbing cock. It's hot, it's elongated. It's calling to me. Matt moans as I squeeze him. Eyes closed, he reaches towards my crotch, and fucks around with my belt, before getting it off. It reminds me that I need to work off Matt's belt. It's not hard. His is so plain compared to mine. I slip the belt from the loops and open it, the metal clanging against the ceramic of the toilet.

Matt fucks with my pants, before realizing that I don't have a zipper. I have a corset made of cords covering the front of my pants instead. He yanks at the knot I made, and unties the corset, making my pants loose. I love going commando. The pants have always been too restricting to wear any sort of underwear. Well, now and then I can get a thong on underneath these, but it doesn't do much good.

My pants loosen. I shove my tongue deeper into Matt's mouth. He chokes slightly, but he's enjoying it. So am I.

Matt's hands slide past the cords and the fabric and into my pants. I gasp. His fingers are so light. He strokes me. I stroke him. I start to pull down his pants and boxers. He shivers at the cold. I forget that he's wearing shoes.

The drugs do that sometimes.

I have no idea how to get the shoes off. I pull away, hearing a disappointed grunt from Matt.

"How the fuck do you get these shoes off?" I ask, staring at them. Matt leans down, and reveals a buckle and slides them off. It seems easier than I thought it was. I force myself back up on him, my cock starting to stick out of the hole in my pants. Matt stares at it with wide, longing eyes. I grin. He tries to, but moans instead as I massage him gently.

With one hand, I reach up, sliding the pants off his body, leaving him there in half of his boxers, most of them having come off when I removed his jeans. They fall to the ceramic floor with a slight whoosh sound as the collect in a heap of denim. Matt's breathing quickly. He's excited. So am I. He's starting to show through the slit of his boxers.

All I want is to lean down an—

I crouch down, sliding the boxers over his member and slide his cock into my mouth. He's delicious. I can taste the salty flavor that has collected on him since his obvious masturbation the night before. Matt cries out. I moan against him. We realize someone else is in the bathroom. They ask if we're having fun. I laugh, remove Matt and shout yes. They laugh and say to keep at it. They leave. We're even more turned on now. We were caught.

Matt thrusts his hips up slightly and I bring him back into my mouth. He moans again, a smile on his face. I run my tongue along his length. I realize I'm bigger than he is. By about an inch or so. But I don't care. My tongue dabbles at his head. Matt screams a bit, and thrusts deeply into my mouth. I groan. Matt's fucking me in the mouth.

"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…"

I pull off him and stand on the toilet seat. I look down at him lustily. He looks back. His mouth is open. I'm standing over him. "Don't cum yet." I say, leaning down and running my tongue along his cheek, wiping a bit of the pre-cum that lingered in my mouth on to his flesh. Matt whimpers. I love it. "Cum when I cum."

I press my hips against his cock. He gasps. He feels my cock touching his through the open flaps on my leather pants. I press my hands against the wall Matt's leaning on as he sits on the back of the toilet. My chest, when I exhale, touches his.

These damn shirts. Keeping me from rubbing my body against his.

Matt has the same idea. He raises his arms, and yanks off the striped shirt he's wearing it, slowing exposing his chest to me. The ripples that his lower stomach holds, are like the ripples in desert sand. Like artwork. The shirt comes over his head and he throws it across the stall. I reach up to the ring on my zipper, and begin to pull it down. Matt protests and leans towards my chest, biting down on the metal ring. He moves his head down as far as he can, unzipping my shirt while doing so. He gets about three quarters of the way before he's about to fall into the toilet. I unzip the rest and slid my shirt from my body.

We stare at one another's chests for a moment or two. We watch them heave with lust. We watch our nipples perk up at the cool air. We watch…as we lean towards, our lips pressing together, our eyes half closed. Matt chews on my lip, I suck on his tongue. Matt's hand wraps around my cock. I moan into the embrace and grab his as well.

Almost there.

But I tease him. I release my hand, sliding up his abdomen, feeling all the ripples of his flesh. I want to pin this body to the satin sheets of my bed. I want to chain his hands together. I want to spread his legs apart. I want to violate him with whatever I have lying in my apartment. Vegetables in the fridge, the end of the plunger, candles, aerosol cans, broom handles…And that's before getting to the toys I have stored away. I want Matt screaming. I want him to scream my name.

That little gasp wasn't enough. I need more.

I yank the rest of Matt's boxer's off, and throw them on to the floor. His ass comes entirely in contact with the ceramic of the toilet. Matt squeals at the temperature change. The kiss breaks entirely. I look at him, pressing two fingers around his nipple, rolling it between my fingertips. Matt whimpers a little.

"Matt." I say, dropping my pants to the floor so I'm standing there in just my rosary, bracelet and boots. I feel like a bondage slave. But I'm not the slave. I'm the master. "This is only the start."

I lift him up slightly, standing on the toilet seat. I slam inside of him. And Matt screams.

"Mello!"

"Only the start." I repeat again. "Compared to what we'll do at my place later."