Author's Note= This MAY be the last chapter of the summer. I have a music camp from the 22 to the 28 and then FanExpo on the 29 of August. So, yeah. And Section 23 is a real program. Only it's a special school program for people with social anxiety. But in this case, it's something much more evil.

And tragically, it seems as though the whole "Lambent Penumbra" thing is making its way to my stories. I received a not too nice review for my "Cross Me Off Your List" songfic and he/she/it reported it. So, I'll admit, this is just weird, "song lyrics are not allowed"? I wasn't aware, but I'm not going to just take down all my songfics. And plus, that one was a wedding gift, god, he/she/it must have issues.

Song For This Chapter= I Keep My Secrets Safe by Saosin.

Mello's POV

What the hell is this kid thinking? Does he even know how many STDs these guys could have?

"Oh- Mello! Why are you here?" he was panting, the guy named Jermane allowed the kneeling redhead to talk.

Currently, Matt was on his hands and knees, Jackson fucking his ass and Jermane his face. After his statement the naked hacker went back to sucking Jermane's dick. Jermaine was sitting down in front of Matt. From my experience, he was the nicest of Bullet's men, at least trying to care for his victim's pleasure.

Bullet cleared his throat and Jackson paused, but Matt didn't. Bullet gave Jackson a look and the younger man used one hand to pump Matt's neglected member. The simple action caused Matt to temporarily let Jermane's length fall from his mouth to cry out.

So Bullet wanted his 'cardinal' to enjoy himself.

I couldn't watch it any longer. I turned and let my memory guide me back to the room.

Once inside the room, I began to scheme. I just needed to make the hacker pay for engraving that image into my brain. I went back to the dresser, and opening another drawer I found shirts. All striped- no, wait, there was a neon pink one. I picked it up, in the middle it read 'Pink is the new black. And I am the new shit'. I smirked before laying it with the skinny jeans. Searching through the drawers, I also found a pair of nice tighty-whities among the game themed boxers. I placed it all in a neat pile, and carried it to the attached bathroom, laying them beside the sink.

I lay down on the bed, sighing. Deciding to look for some PJs, I went through the drawer that I remembered to have contained said clothes. I found a pair of black caprice sweat pants, but decided that I'd save them for Matt. After a little more searching I found a plank pair of lime green sweat pants. I pulled off my leather vest and pants, slipping on the comfortable attire.

I lie in the middle of the bed on my side, watching the door. My cheek rested on my palm and my other hand was on my hip. I waited.

Soon enough I heard footsteps echo down the hall. The door opened with a slight creak and revealed the worn red head.

"So, Matt," I began, said gamer stared at me before walking over and sitting on the bed.

"What do you want, Mello?" Matt's voice was hoarse, and he was stupid enough to lights a cigarette.

"I want to know."

"Know what?"

"You know."

"Know what?"

"Stop stalling and tell me." my agitation grew.

"Stalling? I'm not stalling."

"Don't act innocent!"

"I'm not the one that acts innocent."

"Then who does?" I ask. We're getting off track now…

"You do."

"What?"

"You do, Mello."

"No, I don't, idiot."

"You do, and then you turn around and try to seduce me," he spat. Okay, he got me there.

"Don't change the subject!"

"What was the old subject?" Damn it, I was getting angry.

"It wa-"

"What are your favorite subjects?"

"Math, history and geography." … That was an automatic response…

"Ew, those are all boring subjects."

"They are not! Then what are your favorite subjects, Matt?" Getting off topic again…

"Computers and art."

"Ooo, artsy Matt?"

"It's better than history."

"You sound like Linda."

"It's better than sounding like Roger."

He didn't.

"I do not! You faggot!"

"If I'm a faggot, what are you?"

Matt was laughing by now; so was I.

Matt crawled over to me, cigarettes and goggles long forgotten. I allowed him to crawl in between my legs which had previously been crossed. His head rested on my stomach, he let his tongue peak out from between his soft lips. The wet muscle caressed my belly buttons.

I sighed; he had managed to divert my attention so easily. I guess he really didn't want to talk about himself.

"Can you tell me anything?" I whispered, cradling his head.

"No." his voice was just as quiet as mine, but his tone was gentler than mine.

"Why not?"

"I just want to forget."

"Can I ask you what different scars are from?"

"Okay." He sat up straight and pulled off his shirt. After he slumped in on himself self consciously, a cute blush formed on his face.

"The one on your stomach," I pointed to the unknown circular scar beside his belly button.

"They put a stomach tube in while I was at Section 23," he looked down. "Please no more."

"Okay, Matt, thank you." I pulled his bare body against my own.

"You just keep those secrets safe," I whispered in his ear. "Keep mine too."