Author's Note= So here is the 5th chapter. The 6th is already written, just needs to be typed and beta'd. Also, I believe that I'll be releasing a one-shot. A MattXNear One-shot. Anyway, how do people feel about MattXNear in Hack My Heart? (Not that it's gonna happen or anything… *Shifty eyes*) And Gomen if my chapters get all emo... or Near-ish... I seem to have developed a temporary anger with Mello... Not that it had anything to do with the convention or anything... *More shifty eyes* Speaking of which, anyone go to the Anime North convention? If you were there on the Saturday, I was the fail Matt taking pictures of people .
Anyway, On with the Chapter!

Oh, and I may as well put up a Disclaimer= I don't own Death Note, if I did, I'd be in it, and I'd be in a not-so-loving relationship with our BB, and Matt would have whipped out a machine gun and killed all of Takada's guards before going home to cook Mello a home-made meal =) And I don't own "Everything You Want" That belongs to Vertical Horizion.

Mello's POV

His panting was all I heard as he came down from his high. It was the second high of the night. For a guy who had trouble getting off, he sure was responsive to my mouth.

Currently we were back in my room, he was pressed up against the wall and I was once again on my knees in front of him, his semen in my mouth. I swallowed all of it, and then stood up. As I did, Matt slid down the wall. What a perfect position, blood pup.

He looked up at me with hidden eyes; he still wouldn't let me take off his goggles. Seeming to sense what I wanted, he reached up and unlaced my leather pants. Okay Mello, chill, play the uke and entice his inner seme.

I couldn't help the shudder that ran through my body when he licked the underside of my shaft. Gently, he pushed me away and towards the bed.

Getting dominant already?

Matt had been recovering wonderfully lately, and it had been a month since we bought him from the Bl00derz. He was still quiet and tended to stick to me since I pretty much took care of him. Sometimes his sarcastic side came out, surprising both Snyder and Paul. Rod was content with watching and occasionally using Matt as a whore. And though Matt seemed fine with it, when the two of us got down to fooling around, he was always more submissive and harder to coax.

Today was one of those days, he hadn't once bucked into my mouth, and he wouldn't touch me. The farthest we had gone was oral, but I planned on changing that. I sighed, pushing his head away from my dick. I wanted him to be rough tonight, but he obviously wasn't in the mood.

Over the last month, I learned a lot about Matt and his body. I learned he had some piercing, mainly a belly button one. He talked about getting a piercing on his dick, I could only fantasize about how that would feel inside.

"What's wrong?" Matt sounded so dejected that I decided to tell him the truth.

"You don't seem to be in the mood to be rough," I stated, my mind trying to order my dick into submission. We could only have it rough; any softer and it might mean something, and we can't have that.

"Oh…" he seemed to have more to say, and he did. "You… only like it rough?"

What? Isn't that what I just said?

"Yeah…" I stated blankly.

"I see," he stood silently, getting dressed. I looked at the clock and saw it was around eleven pm.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked, pissed that he was leaving.

"Somewhere else," he stated, matching my earlier blank tone.

Matt was hiding something; had been for the last two weeks. He always came back with something new, something I knew he couldn't afford. Matt either said he 'found it' or that he 'got it'. I never believed him. He always left after something bad happened, or if he thought it might happen. I was beginning to think he was back in contact with Bullet, but that didn't make sense. If Matt was seeing Bullet, all his progress would be shot.

It was obvious that the hacker was going to see someone. Someone that was more submissive than himself, someone who still had a firm grip on reality. A firm grip on Matt.

I let out a screech of frustration and threw a book across the room. I needed to be that someone.

I sighed before standing up in the dimly lit room and I looked in the mirror. Ah, my good old mirror. It was showing me something that I didn't like, so I turned away. I shed of all my leather, pulling out my sweatpants; I still slept shirtless, which reminded me of the fact that I still hadn't seen Matt without his shirt. It was all a part of my trying to make him feel dominant.

And my trying was failing. I needed a new plan.

How the fuck am I suppose to come up with another one? Okay, I can do it. I'm Mello, and I will be number one. I'll kick Near's ass.

I shivered, pulling my cream vest closer. The wind was blowing my messy hair everywhere, making it look like really bad bed-head. I went downtown, to the bad district, the district where I could get high, drunk, pounded and forget.

Mello wasn't helping me forget. No, I don't want to be dominant, I can't get used to it. Being dominant was… horrible. I could never do it. And he wasn't helping me forget! No, he wanted me to be rough. I could never do that.

I stood on the street, hoping to get picked up by someone, sure it was prostitution, but it made me forget.

It made me forget everything. Forget my mom, who I thought loved me. Forget my dad, who sold me. Forget the swimmer whose goggles I wear. Forget the evil people with all their tests and false promises. Forget Whammy's where I'd been alone, isolated. Forget Bullet who used me, abused me, and then threw me away, just like everyone else. Forget Mello who is trying to manipulate me, just as everyone else. Forget Matt who doesn't exist. Forget Mail whose past makes him suffer. Forget Mail who needs to forget everything.

"What is Matt doing here?" My green eyes widened behind my orange goggles, and I turned towards the voice.

"You want us to limit his movements?" Rod asked.

"Yeah, I can't do it or he won't trust me, and we'll be back to square one." Matt hadn't come back that night, he's been gone for two days. It was pissing me off.

"Paul, go find him. Be rough, we want Mello lookin' like the hero." …Rod wasn't an idiot. I was happy for that.

Once Paul had gone, an eerie silence fell over Rod, Snyder and I. Wait, Snyder is quiet? He knows something I don't.

"Snyder," at the sound of his name, he looks up. I lock eyes with him. We stay like this for a while.

"What the fuck? Let me go!"

Looks like Matt's back, I thought idly, watching lazily as said hacker was being dragged in by an angry looking Paul.

"What did you 'find' this time?" I asked with a bored tone. Matt stopped struggling and eyed me with something I couldn't decipher behind those stupid goggles. He was hiding something too, not that I hadn't already figured that out.

When I got no response from Matt, I turned to Paul and was about to speak, when Rod did first.

"Where did you find him?" Oh, yeah, I have to play the good guy.

"I found him buying these," with that Paul threw down several packs of cigarettes.

Oh, I had forgotten his addiction.

"How did you get the money for them?" I made my voice soft. I sighed when he didn't answer. "Right, come with me."

I stood up off my section of couch, picked up the packs of cigarettes and walked to my room. Or should I say our room? I heard Matt's quiet footsteps behind me. I had his addiction, of course he's gonna follow.

Once we were both in the room, I shut the door and leaned against it after locking it. Sorry Matty, no escape.

"Matt…" I sighed, shaking my head.

"Can I have my fags?" Getting straight to the point, now are we?

"No."

Okay, I've had enough of waiting for him to dominate! …Chill Mello. I know exactly what to do, make him jealous. But first, we have to get rid of this problem.

"Matt, please tell me." The softness of my voice seemed to both frighten and comfort him at the same time.

"M-Mello," he started, his tone hesitant, although something seemed off. I simply watched him.

"What do you want from me?" he whispered, head bowed.

His question startled me. What did I… want? What did… Mello want? No, what did Miheal want? Fuck you, Matt. For making me think like this.

"What… do I… want?" My voice gave me away (something I most certainly didn't want), wavering in places. "There are a lot of things I want, Matt."

"From me, what is it?"

"I want you to beat me." My mouth gave way, and all my hidden desires that my conscious mind hadn't even known I'd had poured out through my god forsaken lips. "I want you to dominate me, I want you to fucking control me! I want to make you jealous, I want you to be so focused on me that you forget whatever problems you're having."

"Oh." Matt's entire face was red. "Y-you want me to-"

"No, first I'm gonna show you your options." A plan formed in my mind.

"Wait." There was a slight anxiousness in his tone. "Another time… today… isn't a good day."

Deciding to listen to him, I nodded. Still, I wanted something. Then it hit me, and I smirked.

"Sixty nine?" Matt's eyes widened behind his goggles, but his entire body screamed yes, a clearly visible hard-on beginning.

"Sorry to interrupt your fun," Snyder's mocking voice killed my dirty thoughts. Fuck you Snyder, I was enjoying those thoughts. "You've got a fucking call, Mello."

"Who?" out of the corner of my eye I saw Matt tense, and glare at Snyder, I dismissed it for nothing.

"Some guy name Near or something."

"Near." I snarled. That fucking little… Why is he calling me? Damn the fucking albino to hell for ruining my damn plans…

Storming from the room, I paid no attention to Snyder's smirk, or Matt's tense posture.

"What the hell do you want?" I hissed into the phone, only to have the caller hang up. Near? No, why would he do that? But if Snyder made it up, how would he know about Near? And why would he make it up in the first place? Both questions led to one answer: Matt.

But why did Snyder want to be alone with Matt? … Snyder should hope I don't find them within a foot of each other.

As I near the door, I heard groans. More importantly, they were Matt's groans. Learning on the door, I mentally hissed, Snyder was ruining all my progress!

I opened the door I silently, Snyder didn't notice as he continued to fuck Matt. Said idiot had his eyes locked on me.

"I-I thought you said 'e wouldn't b-be back for a while!" Matt's British accent slipped in again.

"Well, I'm back. Get your dick out of his ass, Snyder." Suddenly I got an evil idea to heighten Matt's confidence.

Snyder meanwhile had done as he was told, and Matt was now leaning against a wall, head bowed.

"I'm sorry." he whispered, he managed to light a cigarette even though his hands were shaking.

"I'm sorry," he repeated before looking up, "but I can't tell you why."

I'm not sure if he meant why he was sorry, or why he was letting Snyder have his way, or maybe why he'd been sneaking out?

Why… that was a bad thing to be denied.

A/N= Love it? Hate it? Beat it with a stick?
Some people may have noticed I changed it from Hurt/Comfort to Angst, I think I might change it back... I dunno.