Author's Note= I hope you like my smut =) It all starts getting graphic here… Next chapter is filled with lime, lemons, and any other citrus fruit you can think of =) Muhahaha…. But I ain't no queen of smut, so forgive if I lack… And can someone explain to me how the damn breaks on Microsoft work? It's annoying me highly….

Mello's POV

"Nice to know you're still polite," I sneered, instantly regretting it as Bullet pulled the still very rigid red head to his chest.

Ripping his gaze away from me, he forced himself to relax against Bullet, and then he rewarded himself with a drag off his cigarette.

"'Ow do ya' know 'im, lil' cardinal?" Bullet asked Matt. Said entity snapped out of his daze, taking a few moments to register the question.

So, it's true, cigarette DO kill brain cells. Yay! Mello solved a mystery!

"Er… I don't know him…?" Wow. Well, he hadn't seemed as retarded in the apartment.

This obvious lie got his cigarette stubbed out and not replaced. Heh… now I know how to punish him. Thanks Bullet.

Matt let out a whine and looked up at Bullet, who seemed to be happy with himself.

"We went to the same orphanage," I said, putting him out of his misery, and also cutting off any hope he had of getting another cigarette. He knew this and gave me a 'fuck you, bitch, go to hell' look, but deep in his gaze I could see hope behind the goggles. Deep down, he wanted us to save him from the fate he had sentenced himself to. Or had been sentenced to? That didn't change anything though. Well, maybe it did.

"We're buying the red whore."

Oh no. Whipping my head around I saw that it had been Snyder who had spoken. Idiot! I had everything going perfectly!

Bullet just laughed until Matt jumped up and ran out of the room. What… in the world?

Bullet now stood up angrily, "whore? 'E's mah whore, ya' can't call 'im that. Only I can."

Matt re-entered the room, being roughly pushed forwards by two intimidating looking African guys. Well, intimidating to all but Mello… and Rod. Matt too apparently, who was struggling against them more than he had when they first came into the room.

"Let me fucking go! I want to go back to my damned apartment!" His tone went desperate at the end, as his struggling became half-hearted. Eventually he went limp, shutting down and falling to the floor. I was near, so I reached out and caught his arm; he didn't respond, but Bullet did.

"Don' touch 'im! Or I'll 'ave yer 'ead!"

My eyes widened at his possessiveness. Before I could do as planned and drop him, Matt gripped my arm, using me as support to pull himself up.

"I'm fine, Bullet. If it weren't for Mello, I would have hurt myself." I stared at Matt's back as he walked towards Bullet, trying to judge the hacker's intent.

As soon as he was in reach, Bullet backhanded him hard. So hard, in fact, that Matt fell to the floor again. It amazed me that he didn't look the least bit shocked.

"Who gave you permission to speak, blood puppy?" Matt lay with his head down on his side facing Bullet. Bullet's face softened, obviously he found Matt cute. How touching.

"An' 'ow did ya' know 'is name?" Bullet's tone was falsely soft, the underlying tone of accusation very visible.

"I… heard of him at the orphanage, he was hard to miss." Matt's voice was quiet; Bullet was still staring at him, a clear sign to continue. "I also hacked their data-base."

My eyes widened. He hacked our data-base? The bastard! Fuck, let's get this over with so I can kick his ass.

"Sorry to interrupt," I said, as sweetly and with as much politeness as I could muster.

Bullet turned to me, looking me up and down, the pervert.

"Why don' ya' eva' dress like tha'?" Bullet questioned Matt, pulling the red-head to his feet.

"How much do you want for him?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

Bullet seemed to think about it, while Matt tensed, probably wide-eyed behind his goggles.

"N-no! Bullet you can't really…" Matt trailed off at the look he received from Bullet.

"We'll give you five grand for him," I interjected, priding myself on picking the perfect moment.

"Lil' cardinal, yer worn out. An' I'm getting' tired o' ya'." Matt's eyes were now definitely wide, and his entire being spoke one word; rejection.

"W-wait! I'll respond! I swear! J-just don't let them take me!" I could almost see the flashback going on behind his goggled eyes.

"Cardinal, yer broken." Bullet stated blankly.

I walked forwards, handed the brief case to Bullet, and pulled Matt with me. Matt was dead weight, numbly allowing me to drag him. On closer inspection there was a faint red spot from where Matt had been hit by Bullet. As I gripped his wrist, I couldn't help but comfort him, I rubbed my thumb over his pulse point. I noticed that as I did this, he let out a nearly silent groan. So that meant he enjoyed it. I internally smirked at my discovery.

Our leaving the B00derz' base was swift. Matt had started shaking as soon as I stopped rubbing his wrist; he was now being pulled by Snyder.

"He won't stop his fucking shaking! It's getting worse!" Snyder was complaining again.

I released an aggravating sigh into the midnight air, grabbed Matt by his forearm and forcefully pulled him away from Snyder. I decided to try something on the entranced gamer. I lifted two fingers to the pulse point on his neck and rubbed gently. Matt released a soft moan and stopped shaking.

"How did you fucking do that?" Snyder asked, being an idiot.

"When I pulled him away earlier, I noticed that he relaxed when I touched his wrist." I continued to rub his neck, and Matt was looking at me with a 'if you don't stop, I'll make you pay' look, or at least trying to. I smirked.

"Come on, blood pup." I imitated Bullet's 'angry' pet name. Heh… well that earned me a glare. I moved my hand down to the collar of his shirt and pulled him with me, swaying my hips as I walked in front of him.

I wanted to tease him; I wanted him to find me attractive. I might even let him dominate me. I needed to boost his confidence and get him to have an emotional attachment to me. I needed to fix the damaged parts, because as Bullet had said, Matt is broken.

"How does wrist equal neck?" Snyder... you're a dumb fuck.

"Both neck and wrist equal pulse points." Surprising us all, Matt was the one to speak up as I dragged him into the crappy silver Honda that was property of our gang. "I-I like it… sorta. And wait," he tugged against my hold. "I need to get my car."

Now that confused me.

"But you came in that black SUV."

"No, they made it look that way in case you tried to follow me."

Ah, that made sense.

"I'll go with you to get your car." I said a hint of suggestion in my tone.

Matt turned away and began to walk left. I followed behind him, checking him out.

He hadn't changed much from his time at Whammy's. Same red hair; still overgrown. Same dorky goggles and the same fashion sense. Only now he was older, I observed as he idly leaned against a red sports car (A Camaro?) He was older, taller, thinner and broken. The look in his eyes made me feel hollow. And it made me want him to fill me.

Moving forwards, I pressed my body to his, whispering seductively, "Matt, wanna play a game?"

"I-I can't!" He gasped and reached down to grasp the door handle.

You're a foolish little boy. That's the wrong handle. I smirked and pushed him into the car now that the door had been opened and into the back seat.

"W-wait!" Matt stuttered. "I'm no good to fuck! My ass is all worn out…. a-and I have trouble getting off!" he paused, lowering his eyes. "You won't enjoy me."

Yep, looks like Mello needs to build his confidence.

"Trouble getting off, eh?" I mused, sure enough, he wasn't hard. Eh, I'll save getting fucked in the ass by him for later. Now I'll let him face fuck me. I wonder if he's a screamer…

"Y-yeah, so stop..." Lies; he wanted it. I can see it, he may not be completely hard, but that can change. Smirking in a sexy (at least I think so, get over it) manner, I lowered myself to my knees, so I could lean in between his legs, which were dangling out of the car and just off the ground.

"And your ass is worn out?" I questioned, leading his body and his mind where I wanted them to go. I wanted him thinking of his lowest moments. I needed his confidence and emotions to hit rock bottom so that I could fix him. Rebuild him the way I wanted him.

"Y-yeah, it's probably all loose an-"

"My ass is tight," I interrupted him suggestively.

I left feather-light touches on his hips and torso, and as I ghosted over his crotch, I could feel his erection. Ha, so much for not being able to get off. I must be good at this.

"You like that?" He blushed. "Like the thought of shoving your hard dick up my ass?"

His face was the same color as his hair, and he turned his away. I took this opportunity to tug at his pants, almost instantly, his head snapped back to look at me.

"I wouldn't enjoy you?" I continued, while removing Matt's pants and drowning him in his own sorrows.

He didn't respond. Well, he did respond, just not to my words. He had let out a long groan as I nuzzled his now bare shaft.

It smelled odd, not how I expected it to. Now that I thought about it, Matt himself didn't smell like I expected. One would expect him to smell like cigarettes and sweat. Well, he did, but under that scent, he smelled like lemongrass or like oranges. Odd thing was I enjoyed the smell. This is exactly what I told him when he asked why I was smelling his dick, part of his true sarcastic nature shining through. Good, he's recovering around me. Though he still needs some discipline…

"Don't be a smart ass."

"Why not? What are you gonna do 'bout it?" a slight British accent infiltrated Matt's voice, reminding me of his origins. He'd always been British; born and raised, well until he left Whammy's, that is.

"Hey, idiot, don't piss off the guy with your dick in his hands." I gave a slight squeeze to his testis, and his face paled and his mouth shut. Deciding that I'd been a little too harsh, I licked the underside of his shaft. I was rewarded with a buck from the slim hips that the redhead owned.

"But I'll give you what you want it you play nice," I gave another lick, this time closer to the tip. He hissed an 'I'll play nice' under his breath.

I smirked before setting up to work. I lifted up his legs to the outer rim of the car door, so that he'd have some leverage; after all, I wanted him to dominate. Once I was set up, I decided to tease him some more.

"Ya' want it?" I whispered, while making sure my breath tickled his shaft.

"Ah… fuck… yes." He moaned breathily.

Making a sudden movement, I engulfed his entire length into my mouth. Matt almost screamed out and bucked into my mouth.

"M-more!" I went up and down slowly, my eyes on his face inviting him to fill my mouth.

"Gah! I-I need… ah! I need- fuck!"

It continued on like that, so he was a screamer, or at least during blow jobs. I hummed at this thought, and he moaned, bucking into my mouth. I moaned trying to portray my liking for it rough. He got the drift, and began to fuck my face harshly. I relaxed my throat taking his entire shaft and hummed, sending him over the edge.