Haruhi and Yasuchika looked disturbed when their eyes landed on Itachi and Kaoru. "Um... are we interrupting something?" The dark haired girl asked, an eyebrow raised. Kaoru flushed furiously and pushed Itachi away. "N-no. Nothing." There was a pause before Yasuchika spoke.

"Right well, I would like to know why you morons were running throughout the mansion causing such disorder, however," The sandy haired male paused to adjust his glasses, a serious look in his dark honey eyes, "Time's wasting."

Kaoru's brow furrowed in confusion as he stepped away from the wall, "What? What do you mean? What are you guys even doing here?" Mello rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers.

"Shut the fuck up, and pay attention, red head. We're busting out of here; you're coming with us."

Kaoru blinked in surprised; he couldn't believe that another break out was being planned at the same time he had planned his. "Well... that's... that's really weird," he pointed his thumb to Itachi, who glowered at Mello beside him, "Itachi was gonna break me out. So this works out... pretty good actually. How did you and Matt get out of your cells anyway?"

Mello gave a smirk, licking his chocolate bar sensuously before taking a bite, "We're part of the Japanese Mafia, remember? Now shut the fuck up, and follow us. We're gonna be ditching this place in Yasuchika's limo." Kaoru glanced at Itachi.

"You ready then, Itachi-sama?"

Itachi slowly took his eyes from the smug look on Mello's face and glanced at Kaoru. "Fine. That's not a bad first step; though I could get us out of here quicker than that." Kaoru nodded in agreement, looking at his patiently waiting fellow slaves, "Yeah, but... you know, these are my friends. I would rather escape with them and we stay together, Itachi."

The room fell silent; all eyes on Itachi as he seemed to contemplate his decision. He closed his blood-red eyes; his lips in a firm line, "Alright. I'll transport us out though; that way we don't run the risk of running into Kyoya or his personal guard."

Mello smirked, nodded his head as he pumped his fist in the air, "Alright, let's pop a cap in this bitch." Matt simply rolled his eyes in annoyance as Itachi got into position.

After Itachi disabled the Ootori Mansion's ground security, the gang pulled away in Yasuchika's limo; his limo driver very confused and shocked at the explanation he was given. Which, since we're talking about Yasuchika, was none.

All was silent for the first few minutes in the back of the limo; until Mello, who couldn't take it anymore, opened the mini fridge and grinned, "Hell yeah! You've got liquor in here, man?" Yasuchika crossed his arms and gave a very small twitch of his lips, "Why, of course I do. I'm a millionaire; I can do and have whatever I want, Keehl."

The spunky blonde's eyebrow twitched in annoyance at being called by his family name, "You could have just taken the compliment; won't make that mistake again. Little asshole." The young millionaire's eyes sharpened, and he looked ready to pounce on his smirking adversary; only to be stopped when Haruhi grasped his arm. "Yasuchika..."

He growled low in his throat, but let it go. "Whatever. You're not worth my time." Mello shrugged and rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around Matt's shoulders; who was absorbed as usual in his handheld game while smoking a cigarette. Itachi blinked slowly, bothered by the smoke, and said in monotone, "Crack the window, Mello."

For a second, the two males had a staring contest; needless to say, as bad as Mello was, Itachi was worse. "Fine. You guys are a bunch of fucking sisses." Itachi barely batted an eyelash as he grabbed Kaoru's waist, of which was sitting beside him, and pulled the younger boy onto his lap. He smirked in amusement when a yelp of surprise left his prey's lips.

Haruhi frowned slightly at the display; unconsciously squeezing Yasuchika's hand. He grunted and glanced at her; but he didn't have a chance to say a word.

"So... what's going on with you and Itachi, Kaoru? I thought you were with Tamaki?"

Kaoru noticeably tensed up; this wasn't something he wanted to talk about. He knew Haruhi though; the young scholar wouldn't let something as... disturbing as this go. He certainly wouldn't...

"I um... it's not important Haruhi; I'll tell you later." Kaoru finally mumbled, hanging his head slightly. He swallowed as he felt the S-ranked ninja tighten his hold on his waist, "Why don't you tell them?" It wasn't much of a question; more of a straight up order. The strawberry blonde swallowed thickly, a nervous sweat starting.

"I... I felt like I couldn't take being in that place anymore, Haruhi," he finally raised his clouded golden eyes to meet said girl's warm brown ones, "When Takashi did that to you, I knew that was it. I can't stand to see you being hurt; I had to do whatever would get us out of here the quickest... and Itachi... he could."

Mello quietly sipped his sake, boredom overtaking him as he observed the situation, as Matt stayed in his game. Yasuchika's eyes narrowed, and he rubbed his thumb over Haruhi's soft hand as the small girl contemplated; her lips in a tight line.

"He agreed, but at a price," she stated, glancing over at the smirking Uchiha, "I'm going to guess that his price was you." Kaoru didn't answer, so Itachi confirmed that with a nod before elaborating, "Yes; he wanted to get you and himself out of there as soon as possible. I was that answer; nothing is free though, Haruhi."

She looked pained as she looked into Kaoru's eyes, "You're kidding... why would you do that? You know how you feel about Tamaki! This will break his heart!" Kaoru choked, tears slowly forming in his eyes, "Haruhi... just... stop. Please. I did what I had to do for us; I love Tamaki, but you're safety is more important to me, Haruhi. You're my best friend, after all..."

Yasuchika sighed, slipping his free hand under his glasses to rub at his eyes, "This is a big pile of shit you've drug me into, girl; what am I supposed to do with you?" She shrugged in dismissal, "It'll be alright, Yasuchika. Things will unfold as time goes along."

Itachi chuckled lowly in his throat, his tongue laving a trail on Kaoru's pale neck, "Whatever you think."

After about a 45 minute ride, the limo pulled up in front of the Haninozuka Estate. Yasuchika let out a sigh of relief, "Home sweet home." Haruhi gave a soft smile as the driver opened their door to let them out.

"So," Mello began, slightly tipsy from his two bottles of sake, "Do you guys have sex toys too?" The group was walking through the grand entrance of the mansion, following Yasuchika up the grand stair case that was white marble and the railing gold.

The young master rolled his eyes in mild annoyance, "Yes, of course we do. The Sex Slave Trade is a big market, Keehl. There are many players in the game; some just more prominent than others. Such as my own family." As they made it to the top of the stair case, he turned down a hall lined with paintings of generations of Haninozuka martial arts masters; hanging against wallpaper that was pastel white with golden fleurs. Without any warning, Yasuchika stopped in front of one; a grimace on his face.

"This painting here... this, is my 18 year old brother, Mitsukuni Haninozuka. He's the best dad ever trained..." Haruhi blinked in shock as she continued to look at the picture, "Uh... are you sure this is your older brother? He looks like he's 5." The young master clicked his tongue, "Yes; despite being the best, he acts so unlike his age. He acts like a child; it's disgusting."

"Yasuchika..." Haruhi murmured softly, squeezing his hand. Said boy shook his head, "Not now, girl. Another time." With that short reply, he continued on his way down the hall, until he reached some of the guest rooms at the end of it.

"Alright," He stated, addressing Mello, Matt, Itachi and Kaoru, "You all may stay in these rooms tonight. Tomorrow, I suppose we'll discuss what we're going to do next. Is that understood?" Mello simply scoffed, Matt was STILL playing his video game, Kaoru just nodded, barely paying attention, and Itachi just smirked, "Very well, young master."

Yasuchika then glanced at Kaoru, "Your girl is staying with me. Is that a problem?" Kaoru's head shot up from the intricate design of golden thread woven through red-velvet carpet,and blinked, "Why?" The sandy-haired teen released Haruhi's hand and crossed his arms; eyes narrowing, "Because. I want her to stay with me."

Itachi draped his arms over Kaoru's shoulders, before leaning forward and nibbling on one of his ears, " I don't see why not, Yasuchika. I'm finished with Kaoru for tonight; so she will stay with him." The boy grit his teeth in anger; knowing he didn't have a chance if he decided to fight the Uchiha.

"Fine! What the fuck ever. Girl, you're with Kaoru. I'm going to bed." With that, and a deadly glare to Itachi, the youngest Haninozuka turned on his heel and walked angrily back up the hall. Haruhi blinked in surprise, but then shrugged her shoulders, "Well, honestly, it doesn't matter much to me."

Matt had finally put his game away in his back pocket, and was supporting Mello, who was starting to lean more heavily on his partner. "Well, I think it's time I get this one to bed, guys; guess we'll see you in the morning." Kaoru and Haruhi nodded, answering in sync, "Night."

Itachi simply walked away to the door furthest down the hall, and entered without saying a word. Kaoru didn't mind it really. The remaining pairs then chose rooms that were across the hall from each other, and settled in for the night.

Once inside, Haruhi went through the drawers and found a lacy white night gown, while Kaoru went into the luxury bathroom to attempt to wash off the feeling of Itachi. Meanwhile, in Mello and Matt's room...

"Mello, please get off me," Matt sighed, trying to push the buzzed biker off of him as they laid on the bed; due to Mello's foot tripping Matt. "Come on, you drunk, off me!" The brown-haired boy pushed against Mello's chest, and finally pushed a giggling leather-clad biker to the other side of the bed. "Shit; you're heavier than you look." The giggling suddenly stopped.

Mello glared and smacked his partner upside the head, sitting up. "Hey, fuck you. I'm not fat." Matt bit his tongue from the surprise of the smack, and cried out in pain; rubbing the back of his head as his eyes teared up slightly from the harsh bite. "What the hell, Mell? I thought you were out of it!" Mello, still glaring, crossed his arms, "No, you fucking idiot. I was fakin' cause I wanted to get you in bed."

Silence filled the room; until Matt said, an eyebrow raised, "You're an asshole." Mello grinned sadistically, moving closer to the gamer on his knees, and wrapping his arms around slender shoulders, "Yeah; but I'm your asshole. Little bitch," the biker murmured the last part as he lowered his head, golden locks tickling Matt's ear as he sucked on the smooth column.

Matt sucked in a breath when he felt his partner's devil tongue caressing his neck, "M-Miheal..." he whispered, and then moaned when one of Mello's hands reached up and grabbed a handful of chocolate locks; pulling harshly. "Shut up, slut... I don't want you talking. I'm in charge now, understood?" The smoker quickly fell into his role, and whimpered arousingly, "Y-yes sir. Anything to p-please you." Mello chuckled darkly, "Good."

Matt soon found himself under Mello on the bed; his shirt and goggles gone, and his jeans unbuttoned. The porcelain skin of his neck was covered in red bite marks; the flesh radiating heat from the harsh treatment of his lover; oh yes... he loved it when Mello was rough with him. At the moment, though, said biker was sitting atop the brunette's hips, staring intensely at the gamer's exposed flesh.

"Yes..." the blonde whispered softly, tracing his partner's stomach and chest with one of his pointer fingers, "You're beautiful, Mail. Such a beautiful sight; unmarred." He paused in his monologue to give a mischievous smirk, "You know how much I love to destroy beauty. It thrills me like nothing else; well, aside from killing."

Matt whimpered, excitement coursing through him; Mello was going to hurt him. One of his partner's sick obsessions was causing pain; fortunately, one of Matt's sick obsessions was being caused pain.

"Yes... mark me as you wish, Miheal."

Mello smirked, pinching one of his uke's erect nipples; squeezing, twisting and tugging. "Beg me, you slut; let me know how much you want me to tear you up." He continued the ministrations with his fingers, as he leaned down to capture the gamer's other nipple with his mouth; sucking, licking and biting the sensitive nub as he began to grind his straining erection against Matt's jean-clad one.

Said man's body was very hypersensitive; the pleasure being applied by Mello was nearly enough to make him cum in his pants. He arched his back with a broken moan; loving the pain being caused to his nipples. "M-Miheal, please! I can't..." He bit his bottom lip as he started tearing up from the pleasure, grinding back just as hard, "Fuck, just please use me! Use me as sex toy, Miheal; just tear me up!"

The biker couldn't stop the deep growl of arousal the resonated from his throat at hearing Matt speak like that. It was simply delicious; he could never resist him. "Very well, Mail... I'll give you what you want," he whispered, raising his mouth from his lover's nipple to meet his eyes, "You filthy whore." The gamer lost it then, and leaned up, capturing Mello's lips in a searing kiss; tangling his hands in long blonde locks. He moaned wantonly into his lover's mouth as he abused nipple was continuously being twisted and tugged.

The kiss was anything but gentle; Mello bit Matt's lip nearly to the point of bleeding, but Matt certainly didn't complain. Finally, the biker was able to pull himself away from his lover, panting slightly, "Alright; brace yourself." The gamer just nodded his head, also trying to catch his breath. That was all the warning given before Mello set to work on biting his lover's chest and stomach; even pulling his hidden knife out of one of his boots and slicing him shallowly over his abdomen before licking up the blood; making Matt a moaning, screaming, whimpering mess.

By the time Mello decided it was time to do away with Matt's jeans and boxers, the gamer was already a shuddering, panting mess needing release. He tried to slide his jeans off, but he was much too slow for his sadistic counterpart; who simply pulled his knife back out and cut through the jeans and boxers. That sobered Matt a little bit. "Just cut through my fucking clothes."

The statement didn't phase Mello one bit; his only response was a Cheshire cat grin creeping across his face before tossing the ruined garments, and taking Matt's leaking cock into his warm mouth; earning a gasp of, "Oh fuck!" from his lover as he arched his back. The biker sucked; first just teasing the tip with his tongue by dipping it in the slit and swirling his tongue around it. The gamer could barely contain himself as he grabbed a hold of silky blonde locks and pushed down on Mello's head lightly, "Please! Ahhh... more... Miheal!"

The biker took his lover by surprise when he slide the rest of his member in quickly, and scraped his teeth along the underside of his pulsing dick; gagging slightly when Matt thrust his hips upward, forcing his whole 7 inches down his lover's throat. After he got control of his gag reflex, he relaxed his throat and deep throated the gamer; finally undoing him.

Matt's blue eyes widened, and his back arched; his mouth dropping open in a final moan of Mello's actual name. He tangled both his hands in his lover's hair as he shot his load down his throat. The shock of pleasure throughout his thin body was amazing; he couldn't remember release feeling this good. It had been a few days since he'd last been with Mello.

Said blonde smirked, quickly swallowing most of Matt's cum, reveling in the moans coming from his throat. He used one of his hands to milk the gamer of every last drop; before taking pity on his shaking body, and releasing him with a wet 'pop'. The brunette raised his head slightly, still panting, "M... Miheal..." Mello's dark eyes held his gaze for a moment, before crawling up his body, and smashing their lips together; letting the last of his uke's cum fill his mouth.

Matt moaned when he tasted his cum as the intense kiss continued between him and his leather-clad partner. He never got tired of the taste of Mello mixed with his own release. It was intoxicating. It made his head spin; he was so distracted that he gasped in surprise when a wet finger traced his entrance. He pulled back from the kiss, moaning softly, "Stick it in... hurry; before I disregard preparation all together."

Mello smirked, amused, and said, "You're just a bit cock hungry, aren't you? Wouldn't expect nothing less from a slut." The insult did its job; turning the gamer on even more to where he started to shove himself down on the biker's intruding finger. "Yes, I fucking am; I haven't had your cock in a few days. Ever since we we're captured; I'm not playing around. I need you, Miheal."

Their eyes were locked for what seemed liked forever; before Mello finally finished prepping him -albeit not thoroughly- and kicked off his combat boots, and stripped off his leather before positioning himself at Matt's twitching entrance. "Are you ready... Mail?" The gamer licked his lips, his bangs sticking to his forehead from the sweat of excitement, "Give it to me. Now."

Black eyes narrowed, and slender, strong hips thrusted forward; both gasping in the familiar feelings that came with being together. "Fuck!" Mello cursed, his tight grip on Matt's pale hips bruising, "You're so tight... I can't believe I forgot how good you feel." His uke just grunted in reply; his hands gripping the sheets for dear life, and his breathing shallow. It hurt; oh so good.

The room was silent save for the heavy breathing. Finally, Matt swallowed, and whispered, "Move, Miheal." Mello chuckled, breathlessly, and responded, "As you wish, Mail," then he pulled back until just his tip was barely inside of his uke; he licked his lips at the whimper the gamer made at the loss of feeling full, before slamming back in. Hitting Matt's prostate head-on.

A pleasured half-scream, half-moan ripped from his throat; his back arching while his knuckles turned white hanging on to the sheet for all it's worth. Mello simply gave a hooded look from his dark eyes, "You asked for this..." Then the intense pounding began; the biker had stamina like no other. The slap of wet skin on skin resonated throughout the room; mixed with Matt's gasps and moans of "Fuck, right there," "More! Please harder Miheal!", "Oh shit!" and Mello's grunts of pleasure and occasional comments, "Fuck yeah, so good", "Such a good slut", and "Come on, work for it!"

Soon, Mello pulled out abruptly, causing Matt to whine in disappoint. "Wha-?" "Hands and knees, bitch." The biker interrupted, yanking on the gamer's hard, leaking cock.

Matt yelped and sat up, "Yes, sir. Anything... if..." His blue eyes had darkened due to lust, and he leaned forward to Mello's ear, licking the shell of it, "it makes you happy." He grinned when his seme shuddered, and then pulled away, turning over to get on his hands and knees as instructed on the bed. He heard Mello growl in arousal when Matt spread his knees apart, and pulled his cheeks apart. "Finish me, Miheal... please, cum inside me."

Mello was so turned on; he couldn't remember the last time he had needed this so much. He roughly grabbed at Matt's already bruised hips, and pulled the younger man onto his cock; continuing his assault on his uke's prostate.

The biker reached forward, grabbing a handful of Matt's hair, and yanked his head back; leaning forward a little more to sloppily kiss the gamer as his thrusts increased erratically.

Matt moaned with abandon into his lover's mouth; he was so close. His neck was in an awkward position due to Mello's tugging, but he couldn't complain; as long as he got the satisfaction he was looking for, the biker could treat him in any manner. He then gasped in surprise when he felt his dick grasped by a slightly calloused hand; pumping in time to the thrusts.

"Oh fuck, I'm... I'm almost there, Mail... just..." Mello gasped out; his thrusts becoming sloppy and quick. Matt nodded his head; as much as he could, and moaned, "M-may I c-cum, sir?" The biker bit his lip, growling, "Cum for me, slut." And cum Matt did; all over his seme's hand, and the bed sheets; his head thrown back in ecstasy, a long, drawn-out cry of, "MIHEAL!" escaping his lips.

The contracting of Matt's tight hole around Mello's throbbing cock was the biker's undoing. His eyes widened in pleasure and he gasped before growling out the gamer's real name as he shuddered, tremors running through his body as released his seed into his uke's awaiting ass. After a few minutes, he released Matt's hair, and that's when he heard the gamer sniff.

Mello, still in euphoria and out of breath, "Are you... was... was it that good?" He pulled out slowly, groaning at the feeling before collapsed on the bed beside Matt. Then Matt fell from his position onto his stomach with a moan. "Shit," he whispered, raising a shaky hand to wipe the tears away from his face, "That was... I needed that. That was amazing, Miheal..."

Mello smirked haughtily, "Yeah, I know I'm the fucking best." Matt sighed then, slowly returning to his normal self, "You're so fucking cocky." The blonde laughed, and then shot his uke a charming grin, "You know you love me."

The brunette was resting his head on his folded arms now; observing Mello lying beside him. He rolled his eyes, and said, "Yeah... I know." He then leaned over and planted a soft kiss against Mello's lips; gently working his tongue into his seme's cavern. The biker complied surprisingly easy, and they both got caught up in the kiss; that was, until there was a banging on the door.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN HERE?!"

Matt and Mello abruptly pulled away, hearing an angry Kaoru.

"SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP, YOU KNOW!"

A quieter voice then spoke up, "Kaoru, no need to be so loud. You might wake the young master." That was Itachi.

"I don't really GIVE A DAMN! Matt's fucking girly screaming is keeping me and Haruhi awake! And giving us disturbing images that NO ONE WANTS!" Kaoru retorted angrily.

Inside the room, Matt glared at being called girly, and Mello just laughed. "Oh, this is going to be so much fun being with them."

Matt scoffed, sliding out of bed and grabbing the biker's boxers, seeing as his were destroyed, and walked towards the balcony. Mello blinked, turning towards him, "Where are you going?" The gamer didn't respond; just waved his lighter and cigarettes before going out onto the balcony.

The blonde blinked, then shrugged, picking his chocolate bar up off the nightstand, licked it slowly and took a bite; still listening to Kaoru and Itachi argue outside his door.

"Oh yes; this will be fun indeed."

A/N: Alright! Yeah! Whoo! Here's the... 14th? You know, I don't even remember. Probably the 14th. ANYWAY, I would like to say thank you to the reviewers, the constant reviewers, favoriters, and followers! Of either this story or me because of this story! It's really exciting for me because I've never had this many reviews before... :') anyway, thank you so much again, and I hope you enjoyed this insight to Mello and Matt. haha review and favorite please! Have any questions, please feel free to PM me and ask! Especially if you're confused about something, because I do understand that sometimes I'm not clear in what I'm trying to convey. :P until next time! ~Aly~