Computer still broken and now school's started -_- Sucks. Anyway, here's the next chapter, so comment and thanks for reading =) Tschuss und Bis Bald!
Day 16 Part 2
The ride to the club was quiet one. Matt spent his time between watching the city lights of night gradually coming on, and fuming over Mello's behavior. When they finally arrived, two men dressed in dark clothing opened the car doors for them and they stepped out into the dimly lit back alley of the club. Matt went to light a cigarette and lean against the brick wall as Mello conversed with his fellow mafia members over most likely illegal stuff. His fingers had a hard time keeping the cigarette in place and holding the lighter as they kept trembling, and he dropped it a couple times, but he finally managed after a few added cuss words.
Matt thought about running. It would seriously piss of Mello to no ends but it would also show the blonde he couldn't control him. Besides, he didn't feel like spending the night in the middle of some boring mafia meeting. Too bad he couldn't spend it playing video games. Unconsciously, his hand brushed the DS he kept in his back pocket. Even though he and Mello were in a contest, he couldn't help but leave it at home, all alone, cold and unused. Anyway, after one more puff, he'd book it. Matt's gaze drifted to the stars above as he thought about what Mello's face would look like once he put his plan to action. He let out a chuckle before he inhaled and blew a puff of smoke that created a thin veil of gray. Suddenly, there was a yank on his wrist, causing him to drop his cigarette, and then a click as metal encircled his wrist.
"What the hell, Mello! What's up with these handcuffs?"
"Like I don't know you, Matt."
The other side of the handcuffs was on Mello's hand, while his other hand was holding a gun to his back.
"Fuck!" Matt yelled in frustration as they entered the club.
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The music was seeping through the walls and there was a steady thump of music, but it was still quiet enough to have a normal volume conversation as they wandered the halls of the quieter second story of the club.
Matt tugged at his handcuff impatiently. "First you treat me like a baby and now you treat me like your dog? Come on, Mello."
Mello only smirked at him before replying, "Then as my dog, you do whatever I tell you to and above all, behave. There's another mafia boss visiting today. Seeing how it will be beneficial to both of us, we'll be discussing about the idea of working together."
A devious idea occurred to Matt, an idea consisting of purposely disrupting the meeting just to get back at Mello. It would make Mello practically piss in his pants but it'd be great fun to Matt, and it took a whole lot of will power to keep himself from cracking a smile. He had to act miserable – like a chained dog, which he kind of was at the moment anyway.
"And how important is this meeting anyway?" Matt asked slyly.
Mello glanced at him and they continued on their way. "Probably the most important mafia meeting I've ever had. So just sit there quietly and let me and my mafia cohorts handle this, dog"
Perfect.
And Mello pulled roughly on the chain, sending Matt stumbling into the arms of his evil lover, where the blonde placed a hungry kiss on his lips. In an effort not to be outmatched, Matt prompted his own eager kiss, but a harsh tug downward forced him to bend his knees, and his master to tower above him.
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The room for the meeting with this important mafia boss was the size of a very large dining room. The only furniture in this dark room was the long rectangular-shaped table enough to seat twenty people. No windows to look out from, the only source of light coming from overhead light fixtures.
Matt sighed. Somehow, he had let himself become deprived of video games, be treated like a dog, and handcuffed to a chair, all because of a boyfriend who is suppose to be supportive and loving. Ha! Yeah, right...
Meanwhile, Mello in the seat next to him, (a seat clearly much more comfortable than his own) barked out orders to a scurrying mafia.
Matt shuffled in his seat, the chain was so short, he wouldn't be able to stand or move around much for who knows how long. Bringing his wrist as close as he could to his face, and crouching over, he studied the lock. It was a simple one; he'd just need maybe a minute or two and a pin.
Suddenly, he was falling backwards, his world swam briefly before his head hit the had floor, and everything blurred and engulfed in pain as Matt clutched his the back of his head with his free hand.
"Fuck, Mello!" All Matt could think about was that it felt as if his skull had cracked, and of the steady throb of pain. He glared up at the blonde through watery eyes and tinted goggles.
"Later, I promise," Mello said leaving his seat to stand above the red-head. "And what were you doing?" he crossed his arms and took his turn to glare. "You thought I was busy and was having a look at that lock."
"So? This is bullshit, Mello."
"Says the one on the floor," Mello crouched in front of him. "Maybe I should've chained you up on the floor originally. That's where dogs belong anyway, not at the table."
"Ha ha, very funny, bastard." Matt laughed dryly. "You started this by treating me like a little kid, not even allowing me to fix my own meals, and yet you do this." He attempted to get up, but the chair was too heavy and the chain too short.
"A little help?" he asked.
Mello leaned in dangerously close, a smirk playing on his lips.
"That's different when I'm the one to hurt you. Besides, I thought you didn't want to be treated like a little kid, so be a big kid and get back up on your own, Matty."
Matt yanked impatiently at the cuffs wishing they'd somehow break on their own.
"I would if it weren't for these fucking handcuffs!"
"So you need help and want to be treated like a baby."
"No!"
"Then?"
"Mello!"
The blonde's shoulders slumped. "Jeez, fine then. Gustav," he snapped his gloved fingers. A tall blonde man of nice build came forward. "Help my friend back up into his seat."
Normally, it'd be second nature for Matt to stay calm. Yet as this contest progressed without his video games, plus frustration with Mello, and Mello's own deprivation, the red-head was getting close to pulling out his own hair. Especially after the blonde's last stunt, Matt was sure to go through with his plan.
As mafia members took their seats (him and Mello at the head), and bodyguards took their places, there was a yell.
"She's here!"
She?