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Okay, I didn't put this in last chapter, but there's fanart! My lovely wife MXMsHolic drew some for Mello's dream last chapter. ^^

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Song For This Chapter= Pretty Rave Girl by The Medic Droid

Matt's POV

I was shocked with myself. I had told Mello exactly what he's wanted to hear. My thoughts were put to rest as Mello licked at my neck, and I moaned when he nuzzled the space behind my ear softly.

"Sorry." I whispered, knowing that I wouldn't be able to help him; but seeing as he was in such a good mood, I decided to ask him some things.

"Mello?"

"What is it, Matt?" the blonde replied, head on my shoulder.

"Remember Wammy's?" No answer. So I continued. "Why were you so mean?"

I wrinkled my nose at him, and he chuckled.

"I guess I'm just a bad see. I have a question for you." I nodded, though I was starting to really hate this position; I couldn't see his expression. But then again, he couldn't see mine either.

"Why did you leave Wammy's?"

"Why did you?" Automatic hostility mode.

"L died." He stated, ignoring my defensiveness. "Your turn."

I looked away even though I hadn't been looking at him.

"Come on, Matty, it can't be that bad." Wrong.

"I-my…" How did I explain this? "Nothing."

"You just left?"

"Yes."

"In the middle of a snow storm?"

"Yes." He didn't believe me.

"Liar." Confirmed.

"Who said I wasn't?"

I froze, hearing footsteps coming.

I pushed Mello away from me, and by the look of hurt on his face it's obvious that he doesn't hear them coming. He glares at me, but jumps when the door opens revealing Jermane.

I respected Jermane; he wasn't too bad of a guy, guiltlessness aside. He was always the one sent to fetch me, being Bullet's most trusted. It made sense that Bullet would trust his younger brother.

The younger sibling hardly ever spoke, but was firm in his ways. I had Jermane to thank for me position in the gang.

Knowing what to do, I got off the bed and entered the on sit washroom. I was mildly surprised to find clothes there; I sighed and put them on. As I was struggling to get the skinny jeans on, I let my thoughts drift again.

Jermane had been the one to 'break me in' for Bullet. He had taught me how to take care of myself after a too-rough night. He had trained me to blow, and numerous other things useful in my 'line of work'. He had introduced me to Bullet, who at the time already had another whore. A woman with dyed red hair and brown eyes, she hadn't thought of me as a threat. Not until it was too late.

~Flashback~

I looked at Jermane.

So I was gonna be the real deal now?

Then I looked back at the two people in front of us.

A dark skinned man, and a woman with red hair, and here I thought I was the only one with natural red hair like- wait, never mind. I could see brown roots. She dismissed me without a second glance.

"It's all natural." I hear Jermane speak.

He fisted my hair, pushing my pale body on my knees. He pulled my hair to show more of it to his older brother, and gang leader, Bullet.

"Dat's not possible." Bullet's heavy Jamaican accent spoke.

Moments later, I could feel Jermane's fingers being replaced by a larger hand. The hand combed through my hair, I found that I liked the sensation, unconsciously leaning into the touch.

"You do know that he is a boy." I lifted my head timidly, looking at the woman, who was looking at me, well more like glaring at me.

"Stand up." At Bullet's words, Jermane dragged me to my feet.

He was given a nod from his older sibling and pulled my black and white striped shirt off.

"If it's natural, 'den 'e should 'ave de' same color down 'dere." Jermane nodded at Bullet, and motioned for me to take off my last articles of clothing. After removing my pants and boxers, I waited silently.

"Let's see 'ow responsive 'e is." Bullet was staring at my body, Jermane had said that this would happen, but I was still uncomfortable.

Bullet went and laid down on the couch, the room was empty, and I knew what was expected of me.

I went over to the leader and sat on my knees beside the couch. I timidly reached over and undid his belt, he slapped my ass and I guessed that it was encouragement. I pulled out his member and began with a hand job to harden it.

It worked, and he quickly became aroused. I was timid again as I went to lick his dick. I yelped, startled, as the older man grabbed my ass and pulled my body on top of his. I wasn't hard, but I was getting aroused as he licked and touched my thighs.

Ripping my focus away from the sensations as Jermane had taught me to I slowly took him in my mouth. As I bobbed my head, it became difficult to ignore how Bullet was touching me; his hand lightly gliding across my half-hard length. He squeezed my shaft and I could help the groan that vibrated around his arousal that was in my mouth. He seemed pleased with my achingly hard state, and spread my legs, one on either side on his head, and I continued my attempt at ignoring him.

I moaned loudly releasing his length from my mouth as my own shaft was taken in by him. Bullet set a quick pace, bobbing his head and swirling his tongue. I barely noticed the three fingers that roughly penetrated my anus. He thrust them in and out, stretching me, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was the mouth on my dick.

I could feel it getting close. The black nothingness I loved.

~End~

After the jeans were on, since I took a long time (there's a reason I never wear clothes this tight…), I pulled on the neon pink shirt and left the washroom.

I found Mello curled on the bed under the covers, shooting glares at Jermane. I chuckled at the blonde. He turned his glare on me, then he gave me a once over.

"Not bad when you clean up, Matty."

"Oh, so now we're on a nickname basis, Mels?" I saw the glint of amusement in his eyes and the upwards twitch of his lips. It was all I needed to remember. "Don't miss me too much." I blew him a kiss, running out of the room before he hurt me in any form.

I quietly followed Jermane; he led me to the usual place, the main room. When we entered, Bullet grinned at my attire, motioning me over towards him. I gave a nod of thanks to Jermane before sitting beside Bullet. He lit me a cigarette and I leaned back against him.

He had a gun on his waistband, looking from it I glanced at Paul. I could tell that Mello had trusted him (or at least as much as Mello could). I reached over and casually pulled the gun out.

All the men who had been in the gang when I had first came; the "Veterans" I called them, watched content. I did this often, sometimes I shot a traitor; I happened to be good at spotting them.

The n00bs however, stared at me with horror, obviously thinking that Bullet would get pissed at me, but he, like the Veterans, watched amused. I pretend aimed it at a n00b and watched as his hand went to his own new gun holster.

"Don' bodder'. Ya' shoot 'im an' yer dead. Now stop playin', Cardinal." Bullet didn't like the idea of someone pointing a gun at me (I seemed to be that special).

So I lowered the gun. Then with the flick of my wrist, I shot Paul in the shoulder and Jackson in the stomach.

"Paul is stealing money and…" I tried to think of good reasons to have shot Jackson. "I don't like Jackson."

"So ya' shot 'im?" Bullet shook his head as if disappointed but his smile gave him away. "And 'dere I t'ought ya' 'ad no sin. Looks like ya' 'ave Wrath."

I smiled cheekily, returning Bullet's gun before leaning back, arms crossed over my chest.

Seconds later, gun shots rung throughout the room.