Note: Holy Jeevas! You had to wait after our horrible cliffhanger, and... here's another one bwahaha! We're sooooo cruel (and you like it, you know you do ;))


Mello:
"We finally found you, Mr Big Boss. Now you're gonna give us the location of your headquarters so we can get rid of your men along with you." one spat at me.
"Like hell I will." I replied, although I was not in a position to be that confident, my Beretta was out of reach.
"Well then, we won't have no other choice than to hurt you a little bit..." the second pulled out a knife, approaching me.

And suddenly, a tuft of red hair appeared in the doorframe. What the hell is that stupid and unconscious nerd doing here?!
Well, at least, the few seconds the two men took to turn around at the noise of the steps behind them and look at him gave me time to grab my gun and shoot them.
Unfortunately, one had the time to shoot at Cute nerd before dying.
I saw my neighbour fall on the floor and for an instant I thought he had been shot dead.

I ran to him, but I breathed again when I saw he just got shot in the left thigh. I closed the door and helped him sit on the couch.
"Are you fucking stupid?!" I yelled, "you could've died you fucking retarded!"
"I just wanted to help, I didn't think before coming here..." he replied, laying on me the biggest puppy eyes I've ever seen. Fuck.
"Yeah, obviously." I spat. I probably was more venomous than I wanted to, but the panic was still running through me. I had to admit his intervention saved my life.

I retrieved a first aid kit from the bathroom.
"Pants, off." I demanded.
"I'd better go to a hospital." he whined.
"No fucking way." I shut him up.
He struggled to remove his pants and I had to help him as he couldn't stand up. He looked at me in horror as I came back from the kitchen with a knife.
"I have to remove the bullet." I began to dig into his flesh, and he hissed, his hands gripping the couch. Hopefully, it wasn't too difficult to remove, and it hadn't touched a bone or a nerve.
I cleaned the wound as well as I could and stitched it (I always have stuff like that ready, just in case, I had to stitch myself more times than I can count).

As I was sticking some band aid on the wound, crouched between his legs in front of the couch, I noticed I had a great view on his crotch. I quickly cleaned the blood from my hands with some disinfecting wipe and pushed the aid kit away, not moving from my position.
I traced my palm on his balls through the fabric, and he gasped. I could feel him grow hard, and I couldn't resist.
I knelt, placing myself in a more comfortable position, and slowly trailed kisses on the inside of his right thigh. Then I pulled on the hem of his boxers, freeing his erection, that I took in my mouth eagerly.
He moaned, his hands gripping and ungripping the border of the couch. I deepthroated him, and I felt his hands slide in my hair. I sped the movement of my head and hand, and shit, the little moans he was doing just made me lose it. He was not long to come. I swallowed everything, something I never did usually. I just felt like it.

He looked at me as I sat beside him on the couch, he looked lost.
"I don't have the money to pay you for that, you'll have to give me some time to go to my bank and..." he began.
"I never said you had to pay." I cut him, "I guess I owe you my life, even if it was the stupidest thing to do to run here." I smiled, "so, this was because endorphins ease the pain," I left kisses from his abdomen to his ear, "and this is to thank you," and I kissed him, in the more gentle manner I could, deepening the kiss while sliding my hand behind his head. That was crazy, I couldn't stop kissing him, and only did because I needed air.
He looked even more puzzled.

"Can you walk?" I asked.
He stood up, but fell miserably on the couch.
"Oookaaay..." I added, "I'll have to carry you then."
Puppy eyes again.
"I can't keep you here, I have to... clean." I gestured to the bodies still lying on the ground.

Matt:
Alright. So I think it was a little unnecessary for them to shoot me. I mean, I was clearly unarmed, clearly a nerd, and clearly incapable of doing anything to actually interfere.

And then they were just... dead. I watched the light go out of the eyes of the man who shot me in the leg and my whole body started shaking. I had just seen a man die for my first time in real life, and I didn't even feel bad. Because he had had a gun too, and it had been pointed at Ten, and that was unacceptable.

'No one hurts him,' I thought as my legs buckled underneath me and I collapsed. I hit my head on the floor, hard. 'No one.'

I blacked out for a few seconds. Next thing I knew, he was leaning over me, helping me up. Then I was on the couch.

"Are you fucking stupid?!" he started screaming at me. "You could've died you fucking retarded!"

"I just wanted to help, I didn't think before coming here..." Or, more accurately, I didn't think at all and I just appeared here. In record time, might I add. I think I took those stairs three or four at a time.

"Yeah, obviously."

Hey now, that wasn't fair. I wasn't stupid and I'd played tactic video games- my distraction had probably saved his life.

He slipped away and retrieved a First Aid kit.

"Pants, off," he ordered.

"I'd better go to a hospital."

"No fucking way."

What? Why?!? Nevertheless, when a guy like Ten tells you to take off your pants, whatever the reason, you obey.

He disappeared again for a moment, and when he returned he had a knife. I felt my eyes go wide. This was it. He was gonna cut off my leg and I'd bleed to death.

"I have to remove the bullet."

No way! This is the modern era! We have anesthesia for things like this! Drug me up and knock me out! Why weren't we going to the hospital?! This was fuckin LA, they dealt with gunshot wounds all the time. They probably wouldn't even ask.

Without warning he jabbed the knife into me. My brain exploded with pain as my nerves shrieked their protest and I bit my lip to keep from screaming, but other than that, the next few minutes were a blur.

I came back into reality about halfway through a blowjob. What the fuck?! I have no idea what he did, but he was good at it. Much, much too good at it. I hoped that I didn't tear his hair out, but it was a distinct possibility. I wished I had been more aware of the last ten minutes- I would have really liked to have known how this random oral sex had come about.

He swallowed, which wasn't something I would have expected from a prostitute.

He sat up next to me and I could only stare at him. "I don't have the money to pay you for that, you'll have to give me some time to go to my bank and..."

"I never said you had to pay," he interrupted me. "I guess I owe you my life, even if it was the stupidest thing to do to run here." He smiled and, where my heart had been racing before, now it stopped. "So," he continued as if he didn't know that my brain had just burst into flame, "this was because endorphins ease the pain."

Then he kissed me everywhere, anywhere he hadn't kissed in the last two nights, and in the most intimate manner. Before, it had definitely been about sex. This time, though... I don't know. These kisses weren't leading anywhere.

"And this," he whispered, "is to thank you." He kissed me tenderly on the lips, slipping his hand into my hair and holding me gently to him. We stayed that way for a long time, deepening it. I realized that this was my first real kiss.

When he pulled away I could only blink at him.

"Can you walk?"

I tried to stand but it didn't happen.

"Oookaaay... I'll have to carry you then."

I didn't want to leave.

"I can't keep you here," he said, as if he were replying to what I hadn't said aloud. "I have to... clean." He indicated the corpses with a sweep of a hand.

I looked at him long and hard, staring into those incredible eyes. "You're not a prostitute, are you," I said finally. It wasn't a question.

"Well, technically..."

"You weren't before I mistook you for one and tried to hire you."

He wouldn't look at me. "Well... yeah," he mumbled.

"Then what are you?"