Author's Note= Okay, chapter 6. Know that chapters 7, 8, and 9 are done. I just need to type them.

I'm really starting to hate typing. So, if my updates are slow, it's not because I have writer's block or any horrid thing like that, it's just because I'm lazy. And reviews me get my ass in gear. And thank you to all the lovely people who reviewed, my head is all fogged, so I can't thank you by name right now.

Having a little crisis with a friend… But I'm good, if anything, that may be increasing the production of this story. I know it's produced two poems ("Hush, My Angel" and "My Heart")

But ya… And to all those people who subscribed and/or favorited but DIDN'T review…. Well, B'sWN loves reviews. I mean LOVES. So she's sad that she only has, what 9, so far? I'm guessing, if you want more chapters faster, reviews are needed… Okay, my disturbingly long rant is over!~ BTW, Beware of YAOI and STRIAGHT LEMONS (I know what you're thinking, "She's insane! Matt and Mello are GAY boys!" But you'll see why…. *Evil laugh*)

Disclaimer= I don't own Death Note, we all know what would happen if I did. And the lyrics at the end of the chapter is "Rescue Me" by Hawthorne Heights.

Song for this chapter= Wouldn't It Be Good by Cascada

Mello's POV

I allowed myself a front row seat to watch my evil plan unfold. Snyder had killed all my progress, so he was going to pay. And incidentally, rebuild my progress at the same time.

Neither Snyder nor Matt knew my plan, which is pretty much the reason I was able to get them both in the main room of the base, in the view of all the gang members- in the view of Rod Ross.

"Rod, want some entertainment?" I asked, smirking.

I was wearing my skimpy leather, as I always had been since we got Matt. Trying to entice him, it had worked, just not as well as I would've liked.

"Sure. What did you have in mind?" Rod was grinning, he knew something good was coming (or bad, depends on who you are).

"Well first, we'll have Matt spank Snyder…" I trailed off, looking at Matt, who actually looked like he was about to burst out laughing.

Yep, he was recovering already. Damn his sarcastic nature. Snyder on the other hand was not pale, but his face was completely red.

"That is not fucking happening, you freak whore!" Too bad Snyder, there is a reason I told Rod and not you.

"I'm bored. Matt, do it." Rod reclined lazily, watching the show comfortably.

"Wha-? You're actually going along with this?" Matt was startled; that much was obvious.

"Yeah, so hurry up and smack his ass," I smirked, Rod was getting impatient.

Snyder bent over the table, and removed his pants. Seems like he's been making friends with this table lately… I made a motion to Matt, who frowned before walking forwards. He pulled out a pair of gloves, some long leather ones, not bad Matty; not bad.

The hacker dropped to his knees behind Snyder, and without hesitation (probably before he could stop himself) he smacked Snyder hard. He flinched as the sound resonated through the air.

Hm… Matt could use a reward after this, couldn't he?

I walked up to Rod, and whispered in his ear as another smack ran through the air, followed by a yelp from Snyder.

"Rod, can Matt borrow one of your whores?"

"I see where this is going, I'll give him two." Smack. Yelp. Thank god for Rod being something evil, because from what I recall, Matt has a fear of women.

"Okay Matt, I know you're having fun, but you can stop now," I teased him and he looked up from his work; A.K.A. Snyder's flaming red ass.

I smirked (or grinned?) evilly as two girls snuck up on Matt.

"What the hell?" Matt nearly shouted as he was pulled backwards by his shoulders into a blonde girl's lap, his head resting on her lower stomach. He hissed at me before relaxing as I rubbed his pulse point.

"Wha're ya' doin'?" His words were slurred as I was rubbing the skin above the vein. I pulled my hand back and allowed my body to fall into my section of the couch.

"Ugh… stop it," Matt struggled against the blonde girl's hold as the other girl, a brunette one, licked at his neck. But that blonde girl was strong, I knew because I'd fucked her before. Damn girl was a freak of nature!

"-the FUCK?" Matt nearly screamed as the brunette engulfed his still placid length.

Well, used to be placid; with enough teasing (and some Viagra added to his meals) any man will be hard. The hacker let out another hiss as the brunette released his length just before release.

Neither of the girls touched Matt anywhere other than his dick; I would be the only one to do that.

"Oi! Don't you wanna touch, Matt?" I asked, also hinting to the whores what their next move should be.

And sure enough, before the gamer could say anything, his hands were placed on the brunette girl's breasts as she lowered herself onto his dick.

"Holy fuck! You win, Mello! You damn win!" So he still doesn't like women…

I motioned for the girls to let him go. The blonde girl did as was told, whereas the other one didn't. She continued to bounce herself on Matt, who now had his hands on her neck. He was choking her, I observed, and she was enjoying it. He was shooting me panicked, pleading looks, so I decided to help him.

I walked up behind the stupid, stupid girl, and grabbed her neck. Then I snapped it. Blood splattered on Matt's face, and I dragged the girl's body off of him.

"Get up." I ordered. Matt did as Matt was told. Good boy.

I grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the safe (at least usually) haven of our room. He had already put his junk away, obviously body shy.

Once in our room, I changed, wanting him to see my body, wanting him to want it.

"I'm going to take a shower," his voice was soft, and I really didn't mind, he had a nice voice…

With my sweatpants I slipped into my side of the bed. I closed my eyes, and let sleep take me.

"What does 'gay' mean, Father?" I asked, tilting my head. "The other kids are always saying that."

"My Child, 'gay' is a widely used term. It can mean happy, or it can mean boys loving boys." My old priest looked down at me, a small smile on his lips and something hidden in his eyes.

"Boys loving boys? Isn't that a sin?" I asked, remembering the Bible passage I'd read just last night.

The old priest smiled bitterly, "yes, My Child, it's a sin."

I sighed, rolling over, and expecting to be pushed out of bed by a certain red-headed orphan, only to be met with nothing. I opened my eyes, and looked around the room, it was empty.

My eyes settled on the clock; 8 am. Did Matt leave during the night? I shook the thoughts away; his spot was still warm. So I went to the only place Matt went freely, the kitchen. When I got there, I nearly laughed at what I saw.

Matt was in an apron, trying to flip chocolate chip pancakes. The radio was playing a song I didn't recognize, but I liked it.

"Just Breathe,
the midnight air will do you well.
Believe,
I miss your taste, I miss your smell;
the past mistakes that brought you here.
I'll break the fall for you my dear,
I'll ask the nurse for bandages,
and send me on my way"

Matt seemed to know the song as he hummed along.

"Rescue me
from everything;
I just wanna live,
I wish I could breathe.

Every other day
I sit and wait for the same bad news;
can you hear me say
I've got nothing left to lose?
Someone please start making sense,
And beg the lord for accidents.
I've seen the worst case scenario
slowly letting go"

I sighed, sometimes things were so peaceful. So peaceful I could almost believe everything was perfectly normal. Key word: Almost.

"Rescue me
from everything;
I just wanna live
I wish I could breathe."

A/N= Like? some people may haave noticed that I swapped chapters 2 and 3, do you think it has better flow that way? And I also changed the summary again. Comments on that?