Before you read: This chapter contains smut, so if you do not like it, please, do NOT read it!


Chapter Twenty-Seven

After our make out session, Matt had instructed me to shower and be ready be seven. I had no idea what he had planned, but I followed his orders anyway. Now I was standing in the bedroom's walk in closet (no pun intended), looking myself over in the mirror. I was wearing my favorite black, leather boots, which were scuffed a bit, but still looked nice; along with a black pair of jeans that Matt had set out for me. A dark blue, button up shirt covered my torso and a silk, black tie hung loosely from my neck. I braced myself before looking at my face. I met my icy blue eyes in the mirror and smiled, they were just like my mother's. The right side of my face was smooth and flawless, the skin was a little on the pale side, but still looked beautiful. The left side, however.. It made me cringe. The skin was puckered and red, uneven ridges covered the surface. It was hideous and I hated it. I bit my lip as my forehead came in contact with the cool mirror. Why me? Ever since the accident, I had avoided looking in mirrors. Until now, that is. Hot tears slid down my cheeks. I could never be enough for Matt.

"Mihael?" Matt called in that perfect voice of his, "Are you almost ready?"

I cleared my throat, "I-uh, yeah. Be right out." I gave a heavy sigh and wiped the tears from my face. As I stepped out of the bedroom and into the dark hallway. The faint aroma of cooking food wafted down the corridor and I smiled. "Matt?"

"In the kitchen, love." Matt was cooking? For me? I walked cautiously into the dining room and stopped dead in my tracks. The table was set for two, with two lit candles in the center, along with candle spread throughout the room for the perfect lighting. "Matt?" I said again, this time, whispered.

Strong arms wrapped around me from behind. I breathed in his warms scent and turned towards him. A sweet smile was played across his lips. "Are you hungry?" I just nodded in response, too awed to respond. We sat down and began to eat, halfway through, I paused. "Mail, can I ask you something?"

He looked up at me through his lashes, then set down his fork, "Uh, yeah. Sure."

"What brought all this on?"

He blushed, "You don't like it, do you?" He hung his head, "Fuck, I'm sorry.. I just thought.. I don't know.."

I reached across the table and touched his arm, "Mail, I love it."

"You do?" He asked hopefully. I nodded sincerely. "I just, well, Mihael, I haven't been treating you right, and I wanted to make it up to you."

"Are you serious?" I asked incredulously.

"I-"

"Mail, you have been nothing but nice to me and you're apologizing? I'm sorry for being such a dick." I dropped my gaze to the table cloth. "I'm just scared."

I heard his chair scrape against the wood floor and suddenly his lips were at my ear, "Want to tell me what happened?"

"I- yes. Let's go to the living room." I stood up and sat on the couch, Matt did the same.

Matt's rough hands held mine tightly as we sat in silence. "Well?" He whispered.

I took a deep breath and focused my gaze on our hands. "Ask me something."

"How bad was it? What did they-" He swallowed, "What did they do to you?"

"Actually, most of them, the men I slept with, they weren't so bad. But others, they.. They treated me like garbage. They would fucking cut me and burn me and just.. Horrid things.. I fucking hate them, Matt. Some would tie me up, sometimes the rope would cause me to bleed and there's.. There are scars everywhere. Sometimes I would be tied to a bed for days, until Diego or Mark found me to cut the ropes. My hands would lose circulation, my nerves would get pinched and I'd be in pain. I would do coke and heroine to forget things, to forget the pain. And then would be laid up in best for a week from withdrawal." I tightened my grip on his hands, trying not to cry from the painful memories. "I have so many scars and I feel worthless. Every time I see them, I remember how I got them, each and every one."

"Can I.. Can I see, Mihael?" Matt whispered.

"What?"

"May I see your scars?" I stared at him in disbelief for awhile before quietly whispering, "Yes." Matt reached behind the couch and flipped the lights on. He slowly unbuttoned my shirt, making me grow scared and anxious. As he slid the fabric away from my chest, I felt exposed under his gaze. He traced each scar and faded bruise gently with his finger tips. His fingers pushed me back onto the couch so I was laying down, he knelt beside me on the floor.

"What are you-?" But before I could finish, he kissed me.

"Mel, keep talking.." He murmured against my lips and pulled away.

"About what?"

"Just anything. I've missed your voice so much." He whispered, "I've missed you." The look in his eyes told me that he meant it and made me want to talk.

"I've missed you too, Mail." I whispered back. "I hate fucking Los Angeles so much. I never want to go back there. But that night I saw you at the strip club, I couldn't believe it. I was so shocked and the way you looked at me.. I'll never forget that." I lost myself in his touch. His slightly calloused finger tips glided across my torso, as if he was trying to take away the scars. I continued talking, not sure of what I was saying, but I didn't care. All that mattered were Matt's hands and the fact that he was touching me. He planted a kiss on the middle of my chest and worked his way down to the top of my pants, then back up again. Tease.

"Did you just call me a tease?" He murmured against my skin.

I chuckled. "Didn't mean to say it out loud." I began to talk again, but stopped because the feeling of being touched in such a loving manner was too much. Matt pulled me into a sitting position and pulled my shirt from my arms. "Ich möchte dich ansehen." I had no idea what he was saying, but he raked his eyes over my bare chest, smiling to himself. His eyes met mine and he grinned even more. "Absolut perfekt." The rough quality to his voice sent shivers up my spine as he pushed me back and straddled my hips.

"Mail?"

"Hm?"

"Come here." And with that, I pulled him down by his shirt collar and kissed him roughly. An eternity later, he pulled away, trying to catch his breath. "Mi.. Mihael.." He kissed me again, sloppily, but I didn't care. Pulling away again, he wiped his mouth. I gripped his jean clad thighs, "Fuck," he groaned. I pulled myself up so I was face to face with him and attacked his neck with kisses and gentle nips. He moaned out in pleasure and ground his hips against mine. "Mello, I need you so badly. Right now." I tore his shirt off in response and clawed at his belt buckle. "Someone's eager," he laughed and undid his jeans and threw them from himself, along with his underwear. Mine came off next. "You are so fucking perfect, Mihael." He whispered in my ear, stroking my member. My hips bucked and I gritted my teeth, trying not to let a moan escape my lips. "Do you want to do this, Mihael?"

"Y-yeah." I panted, reaching for him.

He caught my hand, "Are you sure? You're not going to regret this?"

"No! I'm not going to regret it! Just-" I gasped as Matt's fingers teased my entrance, "Stop teasing dammit!" And before he could respond, I crushed my lips to his as he prepped me. He added another finger and curled them inside of me. A wave of pleasure washed over me and a moan reverberated through my chest. "F-fuck, Matt." I growled against his neck as my fingernails bit into his skin.

"Mm, what was that?" He asked, his voice dripping with lust.

I rocked my hips against his, "I need you." I said desperately. He muttered something about going in dry and removed his fingers, pressing the tip of his length into my entrance. Matt's eyes met mine, silently asking if I was ready, I nodded and he slowly pushed himself into me. I cried out in immense pain, but kept my eyes on Matt's face. Time seemed to slow down as I saw how much bliss Matt was in. His head tipped slightly back, navy eyes half closed, and his teeth biting down on his bottom lip.

Suddenly, I felt my back arch, pressing me against Matt, urging his to move. And he did just that. My thoughts were gone, every worry I ever had was gone, the world was gone. It was just Matt and me. A flash of white passed over my eyes and I spilled my seed onto our chests. Matt finished moments later. He pulled himself out of me, caressed my face and kissed me gently. And that was the last thing I remembered.


A/N: Woo. Finally a chapter that isn't horridly upsetting/full of angst! Hope you all enjoy and thanks for all the lovely reviews!