C is for Collared
Genre: Angst and fluff if you squint at the end
Rating: M
Characters: Mello and Matt
I dodged a stumbling idiot and rolled my eyes, taking a bite of my chocolate. I continued on the way to my private bedroom, fanning the stench of booze away from my face. On the way there, I passed a closed door. This in itself isn't uncommon.
What made me pay attention was the scream echoing from inside.
I froze in my tracks. That wasn't a grown man's scream. That was a child's scream. There was no one left alive from the base we just raided. At least... not that I knew of.
I kicked the door open and was met with the sight of Mark straddling some kid. Both looked over at me, Mark with fear and the kid with terror. It didn't take me long to see that Mark was raping the kid, and I shut the door quietly. I stalked across the room and my drunk subordinate ripped himself away from the redheaded boy on the bed, who tried to curl into the covers.
"H-Hey boss. Why ya looking at me like that?" he stuttered. Once I had him against a wall, I took a vicious snap of my chocolate bar.
"You know something, Mark? This is a life I've been exposed to for a while. I've seen a lot of things that I've had to learn to tolerate. But rape is unacceptable."
With that, I whipped out my gun and dug it into his jaw. I led him to the door and opened it right as one of my men passed by.
"Hey James!" I called, making him snap around to look at me. "I can trust you, right? Excellent! Now, take Mark here to the holding room and lock him in. I have business to attend to with him later."
James nodded and grabbed Mark, dragging him down the hall unceremoniously. I watched as he threw the drunken moron into the holding cell and locked the door. Then I turned my attention back to the sobbing boy on the bed.
He was tugging at the handcuffs that held him to the headboard. I shut the door slowly, the soft click alerting him to my presence. He jerked and whimpered, tugging harder at the cuffs while blushing furiously. I walked over to the bed slowly and grabbed the sheets, pulling them up and dropping them over his legs. Then I went to a connecting bathroom and soaked a rag in warm water before filling a bowl with warm water.
When I went back out, I snagged a key from a dresser and used it to unlock the cuffs around his wrists. He pulled his arms down to his chest and curled up, shrinking away from me. I sank onto the bed with him and gently peeled his arms away, dabbing the blood away. He slowly relaxed and stared up at me with perplexed green eyes.
I locked eyes with him while I cleaned the blood off, studying the deep moss green. They were flecked with yellows and browns, framed in long, dark lashes. He was pale with dark auburn hair and full, pink lips. He was truly gorgeous.
"What's your name?" I asked softly, as though trying not to scare him off.
"Matt," he responded timidly.
"I'm Mello."
I slowly removed the sheets covering him and wiped his body clean of blood. He shook and blushed and shied away from me when I would touch his more intimate places. I reached up to his hair and wiped it down gently, wetting it and combing tangles out with my fingers. He sighed and seemed to lean into my touch, as though petting his hair was soothing.
I reached up to the collar around his neck and started to unfasten it. He panicked and swatted my hands away, fixing the pseudo necklace.
"You like having a collar?" I asked skeptically. He blushed and fiddled with it, looking down.
"I... I've had it all my life."
"That doesn't mean you have to keep it on. You aren't a dog or a pet. Even if you were, you aren't now."
He looked up at me like he didn't understand. I took the collar off and threw it on the floor, taking his hand and dragging him to stand. He grabbed a shredded pair of pants and quickly pulled them up his battered legs. I pulled him in front of me and slung my jacket around his shoulders, covering the worst of the damage.
Anyone that looked at him shrunk under my glare. I herded him to my room and shut the door behind myself. He shed my jacket and looked at me expectantly, like he didn't know what to do and was awaiting orders. Then he lunged at me and crushed his lips to mine.
I stumbled backwards and caught him, eyes widening in shock. I slowly moved my lips against his, eyes fluttering to half mast. Before I was really aware of my actions, I came out of a haze and found myself on top of him. He was whining and panting under my lips, which were working to mark his throat. He was pushing his hips back against my fingers, trying to get more.
I withdrew my fingers, much to his dismay, and pulled his legs over my shoulders, rolling my hips forward. He keened and his back bowed while his hands started clawing at my chest. I rocked against him in short but strong thrusts, pressing him back into the mattress. He cried out with every snap of my hips, thrashing his head about in euphoric movements.
I pressed closer to him and groaned at the orgasm that was ripped out of my body. He came at the same time, yelling my name perforated with curses.
I rolled over and stared up at the ceiling in confusion. Just how the hell had I saved some kid from getting raped, only to end up fucking him in my room? I felt the bed shift and looked over at Matt, who was scooting a little closer to me. He looked up shyly and I grabbed his waist, pulling him closer.
"Can I stay here? And belong to you?" he asked shyly. I blinked and looked down at him. "I don't have anywhere else to go..."
I sighed and nodded, pulling him closer. He looked up again, suddenly. "Are you going to make me wear a collar?" he questioned.
"No, Matt. You don't have to wear a collar. But I'm tired, so you do have to be quiet and go to sleep."
