Chapter 27

I suck. Bite me.

They remained this way for the longest time. Mello; his head bent as he told Matt everything about his past life; about Light; every gory detail without leaving a single thing out. There was no point in hiding anything anymore.

Matt didn't look surprised. How could he? Near had pretty much topped the scale with his less than friendly vampire beginnings, so he knew better than to expect anything less than the bloody scenes of Mello's human life.

"Your real name is Mih-..." He trailed off as he felt the blond go rigid beside him. So, he changed his question. "This Light," The vampires name was said in a tone of complete disgust. "he created you, set you free...and then began his hunt for you?"

Mello nodded. Reliving his early vampire years was not something he particularly enjoyed. As much of a relief as it was to finally be able to be completely honest with Matt, it was still a bit depressing to retell the death of his whole family. Of when he had been forced to wander idly without ever dying, while they all lay rotting in the ground.

"It's all just some game to him."

"Yes," The blond replied solemnly. "Light has been alive for centuries, and so he wanted to enjoy his revenge on my family. So, yes, it is all just a game to him."

"He made you a vampire...In his eyes, the only real worthy opponent." Matt added.

"Yes."

The redhead made a soft sound of disgust in the back of his throat. "I hate him!" He shouted, surprising the blond vampire. "I hate him for what he did to you and your family!"

Yeah, it was true that Matt had never met the infamous vampire Light, but he had killed Mello's family, leaving him to face the cold world on his own. He hated him so much for causing Mello so much pain and grief. Mello deserved so much better.

Angry tears began to well up in his eyes. "He turned your life into one giant game of hide and seek!"

Mello's eyes shifted from the redheads tear filled eyes, to his chest, where his heart was hammering its angry beats. "Shh, Matt." His lips pressed softly to the redheads rosy cheek.

Matt reached up to wipe at his eyes, smearing his eye make-up in the process. "Fuck..." he cursed.

The blond chuckled softly. He brought Matt against his chest tightly. Matt cared about him. That was obvious now. Mello was ecstatic. "I love you," He whispered. "and I promise this will be over soon, and you'll have nothing more to worry about."

The redhead nodded slowly. The tears kept coming despite his efforts to keep them at bay. "I love you too, Mello. I...fuck, I-I don't want to lose you, and I feel like our time is limited." He had to pause as a small sob shook him. Mello's arms tightened around him in an attempt to soothe him.

"I don't want my last thoughts...b-before I go to sleep to be whether or not I'll see you again in the morning. I d-don't want to be afraid of waking up to find you gone...Mello, I love you, I don't want to lose you over-"

"Shh, Matt. Stop that, I'm not going anywhere." The blond wiped away the black tears that ran down Matt's cheeks. The eyeliner was not waterproof apparently. "You won't lose me. We will not lose each other. Nothing will happen to you, I won't let it. Understood?"

There was only Matt's sniffling as a response.

Mello growled. He gripped the redheads chin in one of his gloved hands and jerked his face up to look at him. "I asked you a question. Do you- Christ, if you look away from me one more time..."

When Matt's eyes finally focused on him once more, Mello continued. "Nothing, no one, will touch you. We'll be fine. Do you understand?"

And Matt had no choice but to agree. "Yeah..."

"Thank you," He pressed his lips to Matt's lightly. It was soft, almost a caress. Mello hoped to make the redhead see that he was sincere and serious about this. When he pulled away he whispered: "Have your shower. You will sleep easier after a warm shower...and once all that make-up is off."

Sniffling, Matt gracefully untangled himself from the blond vampire and stood. He removed his wig, dropping it onto the bed before disappearing into the suites large bathroom.

Mello didn't move for a whole five minutes. He just sat there, eyes fixed on one of the many decorative paintings that hung in the room.

Near had said that there had been someone in their old apartment. Not just any someone; another vampire. The blond was sure that, had Near not contacted him a month ago, and informed him of Light's intentions to come to New York, then he would have never thought to leave his apartment and find himself a new one.

He was sure...that had that not happened...right about now, Matt would be dead, and he himself would be begging for mercy at the great Light's feet. A low hiss sounded past his clenched teeth.

No way in hell was he ever going to beg. If push came to shove, then he would die with grace and dignity. Fuck if he was ever going to beg for mercy from that son of a-Ugh!

His teeth snapped together forcefully in his anger. No, he needed to relax. He needed to keep calm, for Matt's sake. If he fell apart now, then Matt would too.

He breathed deeply. Matt... what if he was right? What if they lost this stupid war and Matt was taken from him?

No he didn't want to think that way. He couldn't. Celestria and Aaron would help...he was sure of that. With them on his side, there was no way he would lose.

Or could he?

There was still a high chance that he could. Light had a whole army of loyal followers ready to give their lives for their "God"

God. Mello growled to himself. Light thought he was god only because he was one of the oldest living vampires still remaining. He chose the humans worthy enough to become vampires and created them to build up his kingdom. He ruled over them with an iron fist and they obeyed with smiles and bows.

He was god to them...because he was their creator, their guidance...

And the idiot got it in his head that all vampires were demigods sent to rule over the pathetic human race. All humans were to them, were meals and nothing more. They had all lost their humanity; their memories of being human themselves long ago.

So, yes. There was a chance that Mello would fail. There was no denying that. No, not anymore. Not now that Matt had been brave enough to say what he himself was so afraid to admit. He growled in frustration. He hated being so unsure of his future. Of Matt's future...

He could feel the sting in his eyes that meant tears. The pain in his chest that harbored the useless dry sobs. After a few seconds of deep breaths, the feeling of anguish finally vanished.

His eyes shifted from the painting he had been staring at, to the bathroom door where Matt was waiting for him. He wanted to just burst in there and hold him. Hold him and never let him go, because he didn't know, he really didn't know if they were going to live to see the morning.

He couldn't though, because he had just finished trying to convince the redhead that everything was fine. He had to keep calm.

Fuck that.

In one swift movement of creaking leather he was across the room standing in front of the bathroom door. Various reasons why what he was about to do was wrong flitted through his mind, one after the other. He didn't care. He was a fool for wasting so much time.

Mello pulled the door open and let himself inside. Soft clouds of warm steam rose from the fogged glass doors of the shower. Quietly, Mello undressed himself. His leather fell in a dark pool around his feet. His boots followed. He suddenly felt so...angry. He was so damn angry and thirsty...Why? Was this because of Light?

The mere thought of him and the possibility of being found before he was prepared; of having Matt killed because of him; it was blinding him with anger. Rage. A fury that he could not seem to escape. Hard as he try to keep his humanity intact it was proving a lot more difficult with every second that he was in the same room as Matt. A human.

So angry...

He was blind. His vampire instinct had taken over the second he had let his anger overcome him. And now he was like a shark. Mello had caught the scent of the warm, tempting human blood and now he wasn't going to rest until he had it.

But this was Matt...

Who?

No, this was dinner.

Mello slid open the glass door, careful not to make any noise whatsoever. The redhead had his back to him, he had yet to notice his presence. Just stood there under the warm spray of water.

Once in, the blond closed the sliding glass door, trapping himself and his prey inside, leaving no where to run.

He was so thirsty. So..furious! He wanted nothing more than to rip this boys flesh to shreds and drain him of every last drop of blood. His cold blue eyes followed the streams and trails of water as they ran down the length of the redheads back, and legs. Mello felt his fangs dig into his bottom lip. The water almost seemed to mimic the flow of blood beneath the pale flesh; teasing him.

He was so thirsty.

There was no Matt right now.

Carefully, he stepped forward, closing the space between them. Still, the redhead noticed nothing. With a soft triumphant smirk, the blond placed both his naked hands on the slight curves of Matt's hips. He almost growled in want when Matt jumped under his touch, a gasp of shock leaving his lips.

Matt whirled around to face him, one hand placed over his racing heart. "Mello...y-you scared me!" He accused. Once he had gotten over the initial shock of being snuck up on, he flushed and added. "You're naked."

A predatory smirk tugged at the corners of the blonds' lips. He said nothing. The sound of the redheads thudding heart was loud in his ears. The sweet scent of warm blood invaded his senses.

"Mello," Matt choked. He didn't like the look of absolute hunger on the vampires face. He had never seen that look on Mello before and it frightened him. "what's wrong?" Matt had made a move to step back and as soon as his leg lifted just the slightest bit, Mello had him pinned to the shower wall.

"Mello!" He cried out. The blond didn't seem to be listening. He looked completely out of it.

Mello brought their wet bodies together roughly. Warm water still spilled over both of them.

He was so thirsty...

Mello lowered his lips to Matt's neck, placing feather soft kisses across the skin, caressing it with his cool lips. He felt the redhead shuddering against his body and it brought a smirk to his lips. The human was enjoying this, but there was so much fear. His nails bit into the soft flesh of the boys wrists, dragging along his forearms, leaving behind dark red trails of blood that slowly began to wash down the redheads body as the water continued to fall over them.

"That hurts!" Was Matt's weak protest. As painful as it was, his mind was clouded by Mello's closeness. The feel of the vampires cold, stone body against his was so intoxicating. If Mello was finally going to spring for sex, then he wasn't going to complain.

Thirsty...

Without warning, his fangs broke the surface of the skin at Matt's throat. A deep, drawn out moan left the redheads lips; his whole body reacted to Mellos.

"Ohh...god!" Matt's hips bucked against Mello's. His worries about Mello not being himself; about being hurt; they all melted away and swirled down the drain. His body felt so hot. He worked to press himself closer to Mello's cool body.

A growl rumbled deep in Mello's chest. He trapped the young teens' hips with his own while he drank. His fangs gradually sank deeper into Matt's neck, making him cry out in pleasure.

"Mello...p-please...please..." He panted.

Once again, Mello growled and his grip on Matt tightened. He was like a dog with food aggression.

Somewhere between the drinking, and Matt's heated moans, Mello came back to the present.

What had just happened? Had he really just let his anger control him this way? Did thinking about Light really have this much of an affect on him?

Slowly, he pulled away from the panting redhead. Blood dripped from his parted lips. He was about to apologize to Matt, and explain, when he caught sight of the redheads face. The look of pure ecstasy, the flushed cheeks, wet hair stuck to his face in places. The apology died on the vampires tongue. Oh, he was going under. "Matt," he choked.

"Mello, I want you..." He replied. His eyes were dark with lust. "I...I want you...I want-" His voice trailed off as a moan slipped past his lips. His eyes were shut tight now. "I want..." Another moan. There was no coherency. Matt was too lost in pleasure.

Looking down, Mello saw why. The redhead was gripping himself, and moving his hand against his erection at a slow steady pace. It was quite possibly, the most erotic thing Mello had ever seen in his life. Something bubbled up in his stomach and shot straight down to his groin. A moan of his own, and he was crushing their lips together.

His fangs cut into the soft flesh, but he didn't care, and neither did Matt because he was returning the kiss with as much vigor.

Matt didn't complain when his own blood spilled into his mouth. He didn't complain when Mello pinned his wrists above his head, sharp nails digging into the skin. Blood spilled down his arms. He didn't care.

The kiss was broken, allowing the redhead to gasp for breath. Mello's lips didn't stop, they worked down the side of his neck, scrapping his fangs against the skin.

More blood, he licked it all up greedily and Matt moaned and begged for more.

Mello obliged. He wanted Matt and so he was going to take him. Soul be damned!

They ended up on the shower floor, Matt panting harshly as Mello ground their arousals together in rough jerks of his hips. "I'm sorry," Mello whispered before capturing Matt's lips in another passionate kiss. His hands, for once stripped of leather, explored his naked body.

With every gasp; every shudder of Matt's body, Mello found himself closer to the edge. His self control was hanging by a thread and if it were to tear, he would lose himself in the free fall and he was sure he'd regret that later. The kiss was broken and Mello's lips trailed down Matt's neck, chest, and stomach.

He stopped to nip gently at the skin just under the redheads belly button before moving lower.

He nudged Matt's legs apart so he could trail kisses up his thighs. His tongue snaked out and teased the flesh before his fangs sank deep inside. Mello was fighting to

keep himself in control, and the look on Matt's face as he cried out wasn't doing anything to help. After taking his fill of blood from here, he pulled away and licked at the small puncture wounds. Matt's hand was already working its way down his body, ready to touch himself once more, but Mello stopped him.

The blond grabbed onto the redheads wrist and scooted up so that they were face to face. "Stop that." He practically growled as he once again pinned both of his wrists above Matt's head.

"God, Mello please...I want it..." Matt whined. He was squirming and arching trying to get some kind of friction from the blond. "Aah...please, fuck...me."

Mello groaned. "Matt." He begged. If Matt kept this up, there would be no stopping himself from completely tearing the smaller boy apart. He trailed one hand down

the redheads body and used a finger to trace the small puckered entrance. He felt Matt tremble in want. It turned him on so much. Slowly, the first of three fingers was forced into the tight passage.

There was not much of a reaction. Just a low gasp. Mello found himself feeling a little disappointed. He added the second and began pumping them in and out, scissoring them, curling them, just trying to stretch the young teen out.

Matt's eyes were closed, his lips parted in quiet moans as Mello's fingers kept working his entrance. "Now...now, Mello...I-I want it now."

Fuck. Good-bye self control.

Mello removed his fingers and adjusted himself. He pulled one of Matt's legs and draped it over his shoulder so that his legs were spread apart far enough for him to fit easily between them. The blond pressed the head of his cock against Matt's ass and waited.

When Mello didn't do anything, Matt opened his eyes. "What?...no..don't, stop..please don't." He begged. Mello would have laughed. Matt was so out of it. But, about now, Mello was seconds away from being the same, so without further delay, he plunged himself deep into the heat of Matt's body.

"Aah yes!" Matt moaned. His back arched up off the floor and when Mello pulled out and thrusted back in, his hips rose to meet his. Mello was surprised, if Matt was a virgin, then this would actually be a lot more painful...not that he didn't thank god that Matt wasn't in pain but it was still a bit puzzling.

This meant that Matt really wasn't the innocent little boy he thought he was. Someone had been inside him before. Before Mello, and that infuriated him to no end.

His thrusts became rougher, a lot more violent. Beneath him, Matt was moaning and writhing. Meeting him thrust for thrust. Mello's own low moans were muffled against the redheads collar bone. Christ, virgin or not, Matt was still so tight and warm. And those moans of his were so addicting.

He wanted him louder.

A few more thrusts and then Mello was pulling out of him. "On your hands and knees," he panted. "Now!" He didn't mean to yell, but sex was always something that brought out his aggressive side. Matt wasn't going to be an exception.

Confused, the redhead struggled to get into the instructed position, once he did though, Mello was thrusting into him once more. His hands gripped the boys hips, nails digging into the sensitive flesh as he pulled Matt back against him with every thrust.

"Mello!...Ooh, Mello, Mello!" He repeated over and over. His moans turning into shrieks as Mello continued his vicious thrusts.

Oh...Mello was slowing now. He pulled out slowly, slowly, inch by inch and then he thrusted back in with lightening speed. "Aah!" Matt hung his head, his shoulders tensing as he struggled to keep himself up. "Harder!...Ooh fuck, yes!" Matt didn't care how blunt he was being. It felt amazing, and he wanted more.

"Matt," The blond panted against the trembling boys ear. "I'm going to hell," Was the solemn whisper. His lips pressed gently against the side of Matt's neck. His hands had left Matt's hips now they were moving up the redheads back, nails leaving deep gashes in his skin. Deep red blood spilled from the wounds and ran pink in places the water touched.

Matt didn't complain. "are you coming with me?" There was a quick nod from the redhead.

Mello whispered a: "Thank you," against the hot skin of Matt's neck before his fangs tore through the skin once more.

And Matt screamed.

A/N: Someone shoot me. Ugh...Why does this suck sooo much and not in that good vampire way. Jeezuz. I had so much trouble with this, even my mom was like "Mija...just stop then." My response was: "They'll kill me!" Yes...don't shake your heads at me, you know had I skipped the lemon you would have hunted me down. -shivers- scary. 'Nywho. I got it done, but I was so nervous about the lemon, ugh!

Kay! So, we see Mello fighting with himself a lot here, right? Mhm. Yeah, I was trying to show how frustrated, confused and just plain pissed he is with the current situation. How he actually loses control of himself when he's angry. Did it work? Hm...Reviews would be lovely.

~ Matt.