Author's Note= Okay, Chapter 8. Dear lord, My plot is so out-of-control it's in-control… Okay, not in this chapter, I still have my head in chapter 12… Which is good, right? Means I won't be stopping anytime soon. And I love all my reviewers =P, I do, very dearly, it makes me smile whenever I get a review =). Sorry if this chapter is short =/

Song for This Chapter= Anthem Of The Angels- Breaking Benjamin

Mello's POV

I had to admit, I could be a bitch when I wanted to be. And I wanted to.

Matt's comment had tipped me off to two things; the fact that Matt didn't like (that was probably an understatement) to be called 'blood pup', and second, he had things he'd rather forget. Things that were deeper than just Bullet. But I could think about that later.

I smirked, amused at Matt. Ever since I told him that I'd seen his scars, our love life (or at least mine) had been much easier. Other than the fact that for a week after I had told him (once he sobered up, of course) he hadn't talked to me or let me get even remotely close to him. But I'd helped him get over it with some bribing (or threatening, whichever you prefer) and my mouth.

Now I'd gotten him into a maid's outfit. I was showing him his options, and enjoying it too. I'd been inside the hacker once, and now that he was here in that outfit, I planned to do it again. But as if reading my mind, Matt glared. I could see since he was no longer allowed to wear his goggles when alone with me.

"You're not getting it in my ass." I smirked, the silent question hung in the air; 'ready to get dominant?' This time around, Matt seemed to have come to a decision.

"Okay, Mello. We'll do this my way," finally, "I'm going to take off this dress, then you're gonna put it on." My smirk dissolved, Matt wore his own. I'd never seen the hacker smirk, ever. Until now, that is.

"Then we'll take a walk around base." My jaw dropped.

I was about to protest, but the smart-ass gamer had already disappeared into the washroom.

"Mellllooo~" he sung from the other room. I glared holes (yes, holes, get over it) into his grinning face that had peaked out from behind the door.

I stalked into the washroom, only to be bent over the sink. I groaned as he pressed himself against me.

He's been experimenting lately; usually it consisted of humping me around base. It meant he was getting bolder, bold enough to sit on my spot on the couch, and then pull me into his lap as I was yelling at him.

"Pay attention to me," Matt bit down on my neck. I groaned.

Another thing, he liked to be was the center of my attention, which often led to sexual acts to please me so that I'd give him affection. Affection; Matt couldn't get enough of it, and when I didn't give it to him, he'd look at me with a damned puppy look. Then he'd sulk and go back into submission because he thought he'd done something wrong.

I felt his weight lift off me; looks like I hurt his feelings, damned insecurities. I grabbed his sleeve before he could leave and he stopped but didn't look at me. I decided to give him some attention.

"Sorry, love," I knew he liked it when I called him that.

"Put on the dress." His voice was quiet but firm; I'd leave him to warm up.

Matt didn't get 'hot', he got cold. So I always waited for him to 'warm up' rather than 'cool down'. So I set to work and put on the maid's outfit.

I walked out and was about to give a little bow, but Matt wasn't there, I pouted. Where the hell was he? He's said he wanted me in the dress. I sighed, time to go to backup plan, making our Matty jealous. I walked out of the room and into the main room. I got lots of stares as I went, yes, I'm just that sexy.

The outfit was short; the skirt about mid-thigh, I wore a garner on my left thigh, and had stockings on that ended just above my knees, leaving some thigh visible. The top was separate too, revealing my midriff.

I sat down on my section of the couch, crossing my legs and leaning back

"Have you seen Matt, Rod?" I asked casually, as though I weren't wearing my… revealing attire.

"I thought he was with you," Rod eyed me. "Care to share?"

"He was beginning to dominate. I had him put on the dress, but he wanted me in it, then he disappeared from the room."

"And now I'm back~" sang a voice. Matt's voice in particular.

"Where'd you go?" I asked lazily, crossing my arms over my chest, and trying to look appealing.

"I went… shopping." He had a grin on, I raised an eyebrow.

"What for?"

"Toys," he stated.

He turned and walked in the direction of our room. I got up and followed.

"Toys?" I echoed, letting my curiosity show once we were in our room.

"Yeah, lots of toys."

"How?"

He stayed silent and I changed the subject.

"I wanna see 'em," I paused, sitting on the bed. "And play with them."

Matt, who was standing with the bag, put it down on the nightstand. He began to pull something out. Handcuffs? Oh, getting kinky, are we?

"Take off the dress, keep the garner." Oh, so he likes the garner?

I did as I was told out of sheer curiosity. Once I was left in just the garner, Matt pounced, literally. The redhead knocked me to the bed and bit down on my neck. I moaned loudly, getting aroused. I moved my hand to touch him- well, I tried. I let out a frustrated noise and strained my wrists against the restraints.

"Relax," he murmured as he moved away from me.

Matt got off the bed and returned to the bag. I watched with wide eyes as he pulled out a pink dildo and a cock-ring. I hissed at him as he got back on the bed and placed the cock-ring on. I bit my lip as he pushed the dildo in dry.

"Nnngg… Why dry?" I whined at him.

"Hurts now; feels better later." I guess he spoke from experience.

He was gentle with the thrusts, calmly sitting in between my legs, watching me lazily. Soon enough I was panting, far too hard for my liking.

"Do you want me inside?" he asked quietly, not pausing in his actions.

I nodded eagerly.

"I-I can't," he whispered, still using the dildo.

"Why? Tell me why. I can help, I promise." I said, this is what I wanted to do. I wanted to help him.

"I-I'll hurt you," he seemed to struggle for words. "It's horrible. I'm horrible!"

"No, it's not. What about me? I do it." I said calmly.

He gently removed the dildo.

"No, it's okay when you do it." He turned his back to me.

I instantly realized what he was trying to do as he pushed himself into my lap.

"No, I only want you inside." I said, and he stopped.

"I'm sorry, but I can't do that for you." And with that he left.