A/N: Do people actually read author's notes? No? Yes? I do anyway ;-; So uhh... This chapter is kinda nasty, yay! And are people even reading fanfics anymore? I feel like this whole site has been a bit abandoned? Like barely anyone updates? I havn't seen many new MxM fics either (at least ones that fit my preferences, y'know, rated M, in English and obviously the MxM pairing)

How are people doing by the way? Feel free to... Y'know... Review? huehue. Also, if anyone noticed in my previous fics' authors notes, I ALWAYS write a few chapters ahead for moments like these, when I've got almost no time to even take a piss. I'm on holidays right now but I've been so busy with everything! Well, I'll end it here and hope y'all enjoy this cliffhan- ehm... chapter.

~QuinnSilver

Chapter 2

The sun was long gone by the time the two arrived at the club. It was still closed, the club opened in half an hour, but Mello had to be there early to help get it ready for the customers, just like every other day. They parked at the staff car park behind the building and entered through the back door. The first DJ was already setting up his equipment in the corner and the lights were already flashing.
"You're late Miha", greeted them the tall blonde, standing behind the bar and cleaning glasses. She wore similar clothes to Mello's except instead of black skinny jeans, she wore a short black pencil skirt.
"I'll make sure to be later tomorrow", he replied taking his place at the other side of the bar.
"Hi Halle", Matt waved at the girl as he sat on his usual stool, across from Mello.
"Here to get laid?", the blonde smiled, winking.
"Nah, just keeping company"
"But you would if you got the chance?"
"Maybe if I wouldn't have to give him a ride back home", the redhead laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head. He liked Halle, but she was way too nosey for his liking and she had an obsession of Matt getting laid by... Well, anyone. Not like Matt minded getting laid by anyone, he just didn't want to talk about it with someone he didn't know too well.
"Halle give him a rest", Mello cut into their conversation, finishing the usual cleaning up and crossing his arms on the bar top, leaning on it slightly.
"What happened", Halle pointd her chin to Mello's right arm, her brown eyes watching him, instead of the glass she was cleaning.
"Nothing you should be worried about", the blond gave her an all-too-sweet smile then rolled his eyes turning to Matt, "What'll you drink?"
"Did you forget already? I'm driving", the redhead raised his brow.
"You'll be fine. So what are you having?"
"Whatever", he snorted.
"I'll go open up, seeing as everythings ready", Halle said, leaving for the front doors. Mello nodded while preparing a drink.
"I'm surprised you don't wanna get laid tonight", the redhead noticed taking a sip of his drink and making a stupid face realising how strong it is.
"Who said I'm not?", the blond smirked, taking out a pack of condoms from his backpocket after making sure no one can see.
"You're such a slut", Matt stated, half jokingly. He knew Mello wasn't going to get with anyone anyway. Those condoms are just a show off, fucking at work would most definately get him fired.
"Jealousy's a bitch"
"Whose jealous?", Halle was suddenly standing beside Mello, ready to pick up any rumours.
"Get back to your place", Mello pushed her away, trying to hold in the laughter, when he noticed one of the first customers approaching, "hey, what can I get you?"
"Shot of tequila", the guy said. Mello made it in seconds and passed it on. It didn't take long for the club to fill up with people, and Matt to get through half of his drink.
"Mel, this is really strong, what is it?", he asked downing the rest of it in one go and almost choking.
"Vodka with a bit of sprite", the blond replied, busy taking orders.
"You're driving"
"Just don't get too drunk, I'm not going to carry you'r stupid ass home and clean after you throw up", he laughed, showing off his perfect white teeth. Matt observed his friend working, like he did every other time he'd keep him company. He enjoyed watching Mello preparing different colourful drinks with funny names. It was almost like if he was in a trance when the line was long, in order to quickly serve all customers.
"What can I get you?", the blond asked a tall brunet who was the last in line.
"Your number", the guy smirked, resting his arm on the bar nonchalantly. Mello turned around, his cold blue eyes pretending to go through the list of drinks available at the bar.
"No, sorry I don't think we have that", he smirked in a cheeky way.
"Well what have you got to offer then?", the guy was adamant.
Mello looked him up and down, still smirking "how about... Sex on the beach?"
It might have been the amount of alcohol in his system that caused this reaction, or maybe it was just funny, Matt didn't know but he tried controlling his laughter. He failed and the laughter turned into a loud snort that caused him to spill his second tonigh drink, laughing.
"Fucking smooth", the redhead said, still laughing as he got off the stool and went to the toilet trying to keep at least a bit of his dignity. Matt knew everyone seen him, and he only understood how embarassing it was when he got into the toilet and washed his face with cold water. It was almost as red as his hair. It seemed like a good idea to lock himself in one of the cabins and play on his psp untill the club closed. So tempting, yet he wouldn't do that. Mello has probably gotten rid of that guy already and would probably get worried about him being away for so long. With one last look in the mirror, Matt tried to fix his hair, wetting them a little. When he decided his looks are half decent, he left the toilet and walked past the crowded dancefloor back to the bar.
"Where's Mel?", the redhead yelled at Halle, hoping she heard him over the loud music.
"Havin' a break at the back", she yelled back, passing a drink to one of the chicks.
Matt nodded and made his way to the back. The owner wasn't around today, and even if he was, he doesn't mind Matt in all these 'staff only' places. They've met a couple of times and had some short conversations about the latest games. Who would've thought a gay club owner would be a gamer?
"Mel?", the redhead called softly, walking through the long hall. He could hear the muffled sound of music from the club, and a few people yelling. He turned right, where he tought he heard whispers. Maybe the owner came in today, afterall? Matt thought for a while, it was Wednesday, it's not one of the days to see him here but anything could happen?
The redhead slowly turned the handle of the last door on the left in the tight corridor. The first thing that caught his eye, was the opened condom wrap on the floor at his feet. Confused he looked up and almost instantly felt sick. The whispers he thought he heard, were actually quiet moans, coming from no one other than his best friend, and the brown haired guy from before. They weren't aware of Matt's presence, busy doing... Each other. Matt watch them for too long, but he couldn't take his eyes off the scene. Mello had his back turned to where Matt was standing, long legs wrapped around him as the blond moved his hips, with every thrush receiving quiet moans from the brown haired guy. It made the blood freeze in the redhead's veins and his stomach turn. He didn't know why. It wasn't the fact that his best friend was getting fucked by some random dude, in a shitty room, was it? No. It couldn't be. Last push and the redhead knew he should leave if he didn't want to get caught. And he did. He ran, forgetting to close the door behind him, which closed themselves with a bang loud enough to wake the dead. But it wasn't important, he ran, straight to the bathroom he came out of a few minutes ago. Matt barely reached the toilet when he began throwing his guts up. It was the vodka. Low tolerance to vodka.
"Matt, are you okay?", Halles concerned voice filled the whole room.
"This is guy piss room", was the only thing the redhead managed to say in between his throwing up sessions.
"Oh God, you're shitfaced, I'll get Miha to bring you a glass of water"
"No. No... You bring it", he sat more comfortably on the floor in front of the toilet, resting his head against the wall of the cabin.
"Matt?", this time it was Mello calling his name. Halle probably left before she heard his demand to not ask the blond to come. It seemed like an eternity passed before Matt noticed his friend kneeling beside him, "shit... Matt, are you alive?"
"No I died a little inside", it was the truth, but he wasn't sure why.
"Here, drink this", Mello passed him a glass of water, which he gulped down in one go, "maybe I did make it too strong..."
"You think?", Matt opened his eyes wider and loked straighed into Mello's face, noticing his hair at the back was awkwardly pointing in weird directions and wasn't as straight anymore. He reached his arm out, touching the new 'hairstyle', frowning, "What happened to your hair?"
Mello immediatey tried to brush it through with his hand, "I uh... I was scratching my head, don't worry about it"
The frown didn't leave Matts face. So his best friend was going to lie? But why would he hide it from him? What else was he hiding?
"Come on, we're going home", Mello picked him up by his elbow.
"What time is it?"
"Half two"
"Don't you finish at three?", Matt was standing up, resting against the wall of the cabin.
"Yeah, but I need to get you home, Halle can manage on her own"
"No, go back, I'll wait here that half an hour"
"You sure?"
"Yeah, go", the redhead tried looking fine already. 'Go to your one night stand' he thought, but didn't say it out loud. It was best to keep it a secret that he saw them, just like Mello kept his fuck a secret. He let a low sigh, sliding down the wall as soon as the blond left him alone. Matt wasn't fine. Not yet. The ground, his head, everything was spinning and somewhat blurry. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his breath. The redhead couldn't understand why Mello lied to him about his fuck? Because that's exactly what the guy was to Matt. A fuck. Nothing else. Just a one night stand. Although after a second thought, he did look quite familiar, if only Matt could concentrate hard enough, he'd probably remember where he had seen him before. But he couldn't do that, not now, not in this state. It was difficult enough to keep his eyes open, not saying anything about concentrating on distant memories. In fact, right now everything seemed like a distant memory. When was the last time he seen Mello? It was probably a good while ago. Wasn't the blond supposed to come back in half an hour?
Matt shook his head to clear his mind, which only really made him more sick. He's drunk. Time doesn't work with people that are either drunk or high on some shit. If only he knew what time it was though, everything would seem a lot simpler. At least he'd know how long he has left to wait, because it felt like an eternity and a half already.
"Hey, dude, you okay?", a strangers voice reached the redheads ears. Unable to reply, he just nodded and hoped they'd go away, "here drink this. It's water, ok?"
Matt, with his eyes still closed, reached for the drink offered to him by strangers. He didn't realised how thirsty he was until he actually gulped down the whole glass.
"Are you here alone?", another question from the stranger, another nod from Matt, "get up, we'll take care of you"
The stranger picked him up quite forcefully and pushed him against the wall. The redhead was too dizzy to react, he needed more water.
"Are you sure you wanna do it here? What if we get caught?", a deeper voice said, the guy was standing further away, probably keeping the guard. Matt couldn't hear any reply. Instead he felt warm breath on his lips, right before something soft made contact with them. The doors to the bathroom opened and closed softly, letting Matt and the stranger know they are now alone.
"Fucking coward", the stranger whispered against the redheads lips, his hand tugging at Matt's jeans. He wasn't too sure what was gong on, but he felt the need to place some distance between himself and the other man.
"Don't... fucking move", the stranger caught Matt's arms and placed them above his head agressively.
"Stop", the redhead whimpered feeling helpless. He was slowly losing his grip on reality and the stranger didn't seem like stopping anythime soon.
His jeans coming off was the last thing Matt remembered.8

Oh no! Will I do this to poor Mattie? Hue hue hue I'm so evil. Read on to find out what happens and *cough* REVIEW *cough* At least so I know if theres really any point in continuing it because I don't think I'm going to publish it here for myself, right?