Kit-Kat Punk-Lover: Hey you guys! Sorry, for the long time it took to update!
-'-Blood or Jam-'-: But we have an excuse!
KKPL: Yeah, we...uh...goteen taken by aliens!
BJ: Then we......uh......got lost in a forest!
KKPL: With clowns!
BJ: And pandas!
KKPL: PANDAS!
BJ: Anyway, we're really sorry!
KKPL: It shall never happen again!
BJ: Maybe....
KKPL: Onto the story!
Mello found a bitter taste in his mouth as he awoke to the dark, dim room. The paint on the walls were peeling and the shutters on the window only allowed streaks of light to enter the small space. It was cold, murky, and someplace the blond definitely didn't want to be.
'What the hell....' he thought as he tried to move off the untidy bed. He soon discovered however that he could not move an inch. His frail wrists were chained to the bedposts. They bruised with red markings that the metal bars caused. He could barely feels the blood that leaked from where the skin had broke.
"Damn it!" he struggled against the chains like a caged animal. It was all in vain though as the cuffs proved to be stronger than their rusty appearance let on.
He was trapped..........with that monster in the other room.
Mello felt his mouth dry at the thought of his raven-haired captor. The strangely alluring man sent chills down his spine. Beyond's sadistic smile was enough to make him want to run like hell out of there.
But he couldn't.
He was stuck.
His rosary burned his chest like fire the skin. His guilt covered his heart like a thick veil. He should not have liked that kissed. He should have felt
disgusted, revolted, anything but what he was feeling now.
Lust. That's what it was.
He was lusting after another man. The very thought of it made Mello's stomach do a somersault.
"I-I have to get out of here!" he tried again, pulling at the chains in an attempt of freedom. They rattled and shook, but did not fracture in any way.
Mello was beginning to lose hope. How was he supposed to break free of those damn chains! He couldn't slide his wrists through them, for they were etched into his very skin. So how?!
His blues eyes searched his surroundings, looking for anything that could be of aid. No such luck, however, as the room was bare except for the bed in which he was trapped to.
The very bed where all those sinful things were done. Those ghastly things that a mother would scream in horror. Things that Mello himself wanted to scream in horror of.
Those sinful things.
Mello struggled harder to the point where he was gasping for air. His lungs felt tight in his chest as all hope drained out of him like a murky sewer.
There was no point.....
That red-eyed man would come back in there and do all sorts of things to Mello and he couldn't do one thing about it.
Mello never felt more powerless in his life.
There had to be some glimmer of hope in that room, something that could help him in any way......anything.....
And there was. Such a small little hope that no one would be able to see it's shimmer. Such a small little hope that it didn't seem very significant. But Mello's blues saw it. His cold eyes saw it as something important, something helpful.
A small needle that the slivers of light had manage to catch, a tiny little thing was right by Mello's hand. It contorted out of the wall in an awkward
matter and seemed useless to the eye.
But not to Mello's eye.
He reached for it with his bloody hand. Reached for it as if it were his savoir. As if he were a starving man reaching for bread crumbs falling off a
man's face. His lanky hand could barely feel the cold steel of the point. With his thumb and his forefinger he grasped it till his fingers were white to the bone.
He pulled with all his might, biting his lip in the process and letting the red liquid drip into his dry mouth. The needle teased him, refusing to let go
of its hiding place in the wall. It toyed with Mello's fingers, letting little droplets of blood run down his already bleeding wrists. But finally it gave
in.
It broke off the wall with a rusty noise. Mello could barely believe it as he held the thin wire between his fingertips. But as the shock died out he began to struggle with his new task at hand; escaping...
He stuck the long needle into the lock that pinned his wrists to the bed. It fumbled around in the padlock, messing with the little nook and crannies of the dark space. Finally, Mello heard the sounded that was like music to his
ears.
A click and he was free. Free from the bed, free from the chains, but most of all, free from that insane man that rested in the other room. Free from those touches and kisses, free from it all.
His body ached as he sat up, rubbing his in an attempt to get the blood to circulate back to his fingers. He drawled out of the battered bed and rushed to the window where the streams of light danced their way into the gloomy room. His fingers wrapped around the wooden planks that blocked him from the rest of the world.
That separated him from reality.
That had separated him from society and into what felt like as a living hell. If it were hell then that red-eyed man must be Satan. Or at least a demon, a demon that had implanted himself into his mind and tangled with all his logic and morals. That swirled around like a hurricane, destroying everything in its path.
Yes, that man was a demon.
The boards on the window refused to sever under Mello's hands. His arms felt like they were on fire as he pulled with all the strength he had left. The wood splintered as if laughing at Mello and saying 'You're stuck little boy.'
Mello growled, "Break damn it!" He whispered under his breath to avoid having another "encounter" with that demon. the muscles in his arms screamed as he headed the timber.
The board broke under Mello's gawky hands. It shattered in half allowing an explosion of light to rush into the room. The murkiness of the room only doubled because of it, but that didn't matter. Nothing mattered now.
Mello grinned in triumph at his victory.
But his victory was wasted...
From behind him coming through the door was a sleepy looking Beyond, rubbing his eyes and yawning heavily; but do you want to know what was so disturbing about Beyond entering the room?
I'll tell you.
He was naked, standing there in his 'birthday' suit, no pun intended, obviously not realizing the fact he was naked, which left Mello turning a
bright red colour, like those ones you see in the market, shiny, ripe, and red, they taste nice too.
Back to the actual point.
Beyond noticed Mello by the window and his attempt to pry it open and is drowsy looking tired face suddenly lit up and a sadistic smirk spread across his face while a somewhat daring glint appeared in his eyes, almost saying 'this will be fun' or even 'I've found myself a nice little
challenge'.
Whatever look it was, Mello didn't like it, it certainly didn't look like a welcoming look either, Beyond's entire posture spelt out trouble.
But yet...in just the smallest, littlest way possible, this intoxicated Mello; the somewhat dangerous aura Beyond gave off was...enchanting, yet
frightening, Mello wanted to stay and see how this played out but yet wanted to escape out of the window.
Ultimately he didn't have a say in the matter, his feet were somehow glued
to the ground...
No really, they were.
"Mello...darling...why did you try to escape?" Beyond cooed, swaying over seductively to Mello, who was trying to tell himself not to look down at
Beyond's...uh...birthday present.
Mello turned his head away in disgust, but in was not at disgust in the sight before him, no, it was because of himself. The perplexed boy felt himself grew excited at the sinister being inching towards him, but his head swarmed in opposite thought. He practically was screaming in his head for time to stop; to stop and let him be rid of this beast that was the cause of his confusion.
He cluthched his rosary in agony, praying that this was all just a lucid dream and that he would wake up in the damp, bitter cold streets once more. But this is a sorrow-filled world and such prays are sometimes not answered.
Beyond's breath hitched at the back of neck. Mello refused to let his sapphire eyes to meet those of this demon; this monster that has him trapped like some animal.
"Aww, is Mello mad at me?" his voice poured out with demonic laughter. The blond gripped his rosary with all the strength he had left as if it was all going to end now.
But things like this never end so blandly, no, they end in pain.
"Mello look at me." Beyod said, humor still leaking out of his throat. Mello refused to even glance at him, or even acknowledge his demand. Beyond grabbed his chin roughly, forcing Mello's blue orbs to look down at the demon's......gift.
"Do you like what you see Mello?" Beyond's slim fingers grazed the blond's bleeding lips, smearing blood on his pale skin. The colors contrasted in such a way that it seemed to be an art form. Yes, to Beyond blood is art.
Beyond's ruby eyes etched their way down Mello's shaking form and landed on the boy's shivering wrists. The raven-haired fiend narrowed his eyes in jealously as he watched Mello's curved fingers grasp his rosary as if it were more important.
As if it was better than B.
Nothing could exceed Beyond.
Beyond hastily ripped the rosary away from Mello's hands and neck, letting the beads roll across the dirt floor in silence. Mello stood there, bent over in shock and pain. No one could save him from this.....devil, not even God.
"I'm your little God now, Mihael." Beyond whispered harshly, gaining the boy's attention. He was greeted with shocked, glazed eyes that made me Beyond smile a smile that would scare children and have them running for their petty lives.
He grabbed Mello's chin and pulled the blond into his embrace. Their lips met in a heated passion, though Mello continued to fight. He fought to escape, fought to fear himself from this sin, to free himself from guilt, yet he enjoyed the lucious feeling of Beyond's lips melting into his.
Giving up, Mello let Beyond use him like a ragged doll. Beyond pried his lips apart and let his tongue explore every corner of Mello's aching mouth. Their saliva mixed into one and their tongues dissolved into one.
Mello knew he'll be used to the point where he would be thrown away.
There was no escape.
There was no hope.
He was Beyond's puppet, his doll, now, and forever.
KKPL: You like?
BJ: Reveiw!
KKPL: Good things will happen to you if you do!
KKPL: Cupcakes shall fall from the sky!
BJ: B will find you!
KKPL: Wait, that might not be a good thing.
BJ: Sure it is! :3
KKPL: So yea, REVEIW!