Matt
sighed. He looked at Mello with his eyes. "Why I always get the gun to my
head?" Matt was smiling when he said this too.
Mello
watched Miles mainly. "Let him be. God damnit, Miles!"
Miles
looks at Mello, he nearly laughed. He kept the gun to Matt's head. "Saying
the lord's name in vein? How dare you?" Miles is now snickering. He shut
the front door. "Mello where's that pretty dress?" Miles pulled Matt
to the couch. "Sit."
Matt
sat down on the couch he looked at Mello. "Am I aloud to laugh?"
Miles
smiled. "So are you Mello's new bitch or what?" Miles looked over at
Mello, who was going towards a gun on a computer. "You touch that, and
I'll shot him." Mello stopped.
"Yup.
I'm Mello's new bitch. So what?"
"You
must be the loser he left me for then." Miles climbed on to Matt.
Mello
watched this, "Get the hell off him!"
"No.
I don't think I will. I want to know what I was left for."
Mello
gulped. "Let him be. Don't you dare touch him! Get the hell out!"
Miles
got off Matt. He said to Mello, "You disobey, I shoot him. Same for him.
Do you two understand?"
Matt
kept grinning, "Yup. Sure got it."
Mello
had no idea why Matt was smiling about this. Neither did Miles. "What are
you grinning about red head? You must think this is real funny."
"Yup.
Sure do."
"Well
if it's so funny. Show me where your bedroom is."
"Miles!
Didn't you come here for me! Leave him the hell alone!''
Miles
turned away from Matt and to Mello. "Why don't you just say shot
him?" Miles set the gun up to shoot. "Would you like me too?"
Matt
looked up at Mello pissed. "Mello shut up. Cause you're really ticking me
off." Mello was about to yell at Matt, but he caught himself. Why is Matt
being so nice to that bastered! He's being a total suck up to that ass!
"No.
Please don't. I'm sorry. I'll keep quiet now." Mello finally replied.
"Good.
I'm glad the red head here was able to get through to you."
"Yup.
He's not stupid." Even though he sure can't take a hint.
Mello
fought to keep quiet. Soon Miles pulled Matt off the couch, "Show me to
your bedroom. I'm dying to see it."
Matt
headed toward his room, Mello watched this and fought the urge to get his gun.
He knew any movement would get the gun back to Matt's head. Miles turned to
Mello, "Get over here. I want you to watch this."
Mello
eyes glanced at the gun. Miles was smiling evilly, when he looked back. Miles
made Mello walk in front of him. "Sit down. You left me behind, so guess
what? You're going to watch me fuck your boy, till morning." Matt was now
sitting on the bed.
Mello
turned and ran out to grab the gun on the desk. It was gone. Miles waited back
in Matt's room. He tilted Matt's head back. "Kiss me like you would Mello."
Matt
looked at the bedroom door. Mello was in the living room. I'm so going to
kill his ass! He better get in here with me! Matt's eyes went back to
Miles. He had no choice. He kissed Miles. Miles moaned. He bit Matt's bottom
lip hard making Matt open his mouth. Miles slid his tongue in Matt's mouth.
Matt was about to punch Miles, but knew better. Miles put his hand under his
own shirt behind him, sliding the gun deeper into his pants behind him. He slid
his hand then, into Matt's hair, while doing this Mello walked back into the
room. "Sit." Miles spoke into Matt's mouth.
Mello
stood staring. He ran up to Miles, and punched him. "Let me tell you
again, don't touch him!"
Miles
got up from the ground. "You stupid bastered." He pointed a gun at
Matt again. And something in Miles eyes said he wasn't lying this time, that he
might really shoot. "You want me to shoot him? Is that what you want?
Huh?"
Mello
could tell Miles would shoot. He wished he hadn't punched Miles, even though he
did deserve it. "No."
"No?
Then you go over to that chair, sit there and not say a god damn word! You do
and I'll shoot him. Do you understand?"
Mello
looked at Matt, Matt was pissed, so Mello nodded. Mello walked over to the
chair. He sat down, and put this knees to his chest.
Miles
looked back at Matt, "Lay back." Matt saw how calm he was at the
moment, and didn't want to change it. He laid back, Miles climbed on top of
Matt. He undid Matt's clothes. Pulling the shirt off over his head. Miles
kissed Matt's neck. Miles came up, and looked at Mello, who had his head in his
knees. "Matt, did Mello ever tell you his nickname?"
Mello's
head came up, and looked at Miles. Miles wasn't looking at Mello anymore, he
was kissing and moaning over Matt's bare chest. Mello was glad that Matt was
still in pants, and Miles was still in all his clothes. Mello looked back in
his knees when he saw this setting. "Mello if you don't watch, I'll make
him scream. You'll be able to hear it, if continue to refuse to see
it." Mello knew Matt could take a lot. So he just nodded. All he could
hear was the moaning coming from Miles. He heard him whisper. But he didn't
know what it was. He looked up, and saw Matt pulling off Miles shirt, with
his teeth! Mello closed his eyes. "To bad Mello." Miles said
in an almost whisper. Mello looked up again, hoping nothing would really
happen. Or had happened. Miles was under the blanket! Mello looked around,
Matt's pants were already off! They were on the floor. Mello looked at Matt's
face. He was smiling, and gripping the sheets. What is the matter with him?
Is he seriously enjoying this? He is! That bastered! "Matt!"
Mello yelled before he could stop himself. Miles came back up from under the
covers, licking his lips.
"Mello?
You're very lucky that I'm in the middle of this. If n-"
"Miles...wow...
" Matt said panting. Matt reached, and grabbed Miles ass.
Mello's
jaw dropped, "What did you just say?"
Miles
laughed. "You want more?"
"I
want you to get off me." Matt said holding a gun to Miles head.
Mello
was shocked, how did Matt get the gun from the computer desk? Mello got
up and walked over to Matt and Miles. "How-"
"Mello
shut the fuck up. I nearly got shot in the head nearly three times, because you
don't know when to shut the hell up!" Mello could see that Matt was still
mad. He couldn't be blamed either. "Mello come here though. You owe me big
time. So here." Matt pushed Miles into Mello. "Fuck him. Fuck him so
I get an idea. You owe for cheating, nearly getting me shot, and for what we
just did."
Mello
was a little scared of the new Matt. Matt was never really the one to lose his
temper. "M-Matt...I'm sorry. I-I-"
Matt
smiled. "Sorry. Ok." Matt had on the evil grin that Mello always had
on. "I'll deal with that after I deal with him." Mello noticed the
that was the grin that was always on his own face, never Matt's. "So
Miles. A few things you might want to know. 1) You never mess with Mello, with
me around. (embarrasses Mello purposely,) 2) You better learn to fuck, before
you try to rape. And 3) If I see your white ass here again, I'll make sure you
never see the light of day. Do you understand?"
Miles
showed no sign of fear. "Ok. But you never answered my question."
Matt
thought, he didn't even hear a question. Or did he? "Question? I'll see if
I'll be nice enough to answer."
"Did
Mello ever tell you his nickname?"
"No.
No he did not." Matt looks over at Mello.
Please
stop ginning like that. "N-Nickname? Oh." Doll. Mello
shook his head, and answered under his breath, "It's nothing. Forget
it."
"Mello?
Baby, will you bring me my clothes?"
Mello
looked at him, quoting what Mello had asked him either that day. "And if I
don't?"
Matt
noticed it too. He went a grabbed his boxers and pants. He gave them to Miles,
"You took them off me, so but them back on me."
Miles
laughed, and he went down. He lifted up Matt's right foot, then left, and
pulled his boxers up slowly. Matt moaned, "Stop." Matt's boxers were
two inches above his knees. "Now my pants."
Mello
growled. "Matt! You bastered! What the hell else do you fucking want from
me?"
"I
want to know about this nickname thing."
No.
No. No.
"It was just something he called me. It was nothing."
"On
second thought, get up here Miles." Matt said looking down at Miles.
Miles
stood up. So Matt and him were face to face. Matt looked at Mello, "This
is the guy you fucked? Well I guess it's my turn."
Mello
lost it then. He ran at Matt, making them both land on the ground. "Your
turn? You ass!" Matt no longer had the gun. Mello had it now. He pointed
it at Miles, "Get out. Get out and never show up again, or I will kill
you. Go!"
Miles
nodded. "All right. But I dare you too kiss me one more time Doll."
"Never.
Now get out!"
Miles
turned on his heel and walked out. Mello looked down at Matt. "How could
you do that? You bastered! H-"
"Baby?
Are you ok?" Matt was Matt. No evil grin, no orders, nothing but caring in
his voice as he spoke.
"Don't
baby me! You were smiling when he wa-!"
"Mello?
You're a dumbass. Get off me."
Mello
got off him, and sat down on the floor. Matt pulled his pants up the rest of
the way. "I promise, if he comes back, I'll kill him without a gun."
Mello
smiled gently, "I'm sorry. Ok?"
"I
know. Tell me. Why was it fear when you look at him? How can you think I'll let
anyone touch you? And what is the big deal about the names? Doll...?"
Mello
flinched. "Don't ever call me doll. Ever."
"Ok.
But tell me, you fear him, why? You think he'll hurt you, why? The stupid
nickname, why?"
"He..."
