Not Forever No. 4

Mello sighed. He bowed his head, holding it with his hands, as he sat at the corner of the bed. Overwhelming feelings of sadness flowed from him, his pride hurt, his body ached, and his heart broke. Draping the blanket over him, he looked over his shoulder as the silloute of a sleeping man came into view, his broad shoulders accentuated by the light that streamed through from the curtains. His chest rose and fell, as he tossed and turned slightly in his sleep. "Mello..." he whispered as his perfect lips formed the word.

Mello cringed. Once again he cried, his betrayal for Matt broke his heart, making him wish that he had only stayed. "But your so close, don't give up now..." he whispered silently to himself, as he stood up, wiping his tears away from his perfect pale features. Making his way to the bathroom, he shut the door behind him, and took a deep breath.

He viewed his mature self through the mirror, his bright turqouise eyes lost their shine, they were cold and hard. The golden mane of hair that sat on top of his head now almost reached his shoulder. His lean body, covered with dark bruises that littered his skin, a contrast to his pale flesh..."Enough!" he screamed in his head. He struck the mirror, holding his hand up to the mirror, tears dripping from his face. "I'm so dirty now, you don't deserve a whore like me, Matt..." he spoke under his breath, muttering. He pulled on a tiny pair of shorts, as an attempt to cover his shame, he quivered in sadness, hoping no one would witness his state.

Just then, the door flew open, the sleeping man from the opposite room, entered the bathroom. Mello gasped and stepped back, grabbing a towel to cover his exposed body, he fell back stumbling into the shower. "Mello... come back to bed with me..." he ordered, as he helped the blonde up. "Yes, Boss..." he stood up, his pride hurt, it took a lot of will for him submit to this man, he held his tongue for his calculating mind knew, that when the time was right... He would rise to the top too... and maybe then Matt can join him.

The man, whom he reffered to as 'Boss' was a tall dark man, in his mid 20's with attractive features, as well as tribal tattoos that ran up his arms, leeching their way up to the back of his shoulders. He had a sly smile, and a light cunning eyes, a contrast to his dark hair, and tanned skin. He ran the mafia, taking Mello in as his own personal 'toy' after he found the pale blonde in an alley way, when one of his men thought it would be a bright idea to mess with the blonde, but what suprised him was, underneath those beautiful features was a fighter.

Mello kicked his powerful leg, hitting the man squarely on his jaw, shattering his teeth. He picked the loser up and punched him until his hand hurt, and tried to take the guy's wallet and run. But the Boss stopped him, with a much better proposition for the smart young fighter, who was trying to make his own way in life. From then on, he was pretty much treated as the Boss' pet, much to the prideful blonde's dismay.

Dressed in nothing but tight shorts, Mello was taken back to the large spacious bed, where The Boss, looked him square in the eyes, as he lit his cigar. "What am I to you, Mello?" his smooth voice resonated from the room, as Mello contemplated. "Nothing of course." was what rang in his head, but his reply was the exact opposite. "Your my lover, Boss..." he spoke, barely above a whisper. He griped the younger man's jaw, yanking his face forward, their eyes meeting for a brief moment, before Mello looked away. "Don't lie to me." He whispered his once warm voice changing into a more sinister tone. He balled his hand into a fist, and Mello flinched.

But he stopped mid-way. In quick movements, everything was a blur.

A powerful kick to the Boss' hard abs, made the man fell slightly backwards, as Mello eyed his damage, "barely a nick..." he whispered, with full knowledge that he might get himself killed. "If I go down, I'll do it fighting. I'm not a coward.." he spoke, eyeing the dark man viciously as his eyes narrowed, like a missile locking onto a target. The Boss, smiled his light eyes glinting micheviously as if this was a game.

With a quick dash, the Boss reached for his gun. Mello leap from his spot, landing dead on infront of his oponent, he lifted his fist to strike, his fast movements too quick for the bigger man, as it landed on target leaving him with a bloody nose. He recoiled in pain and anger, cursing as he drew forth his revolver, out of his coat pocket, aiming it straight at Mello's head.

The blonde froze in fear, as much as he would hate to admit it. "Your screwed now, Mihael. You should've told Matt you loved him when you had the chance..." his concience teased. He shook his head, as his eyes were kept on the Boss' gun.

"What now, Mello? You see, I like you. A lot. Someday I even thought, I'd marry you. But never did it cross my mind that I'd have to kill you. Theres just something called pride. I know you have it too... and lots of it, I can't risk my reputation for a skanky little boy toy." He laughed, as he rubbed his bleeding nose, and layed his finger on the trigger still aimed to Mello's skull...