"How come not everything is as organized as it is in here?" He nearly jumped, had it not been that the kid still had his shoes on he wouldn't have heard him at all. "I have no reason to." Matt leaned against the wall, watching with curiosity. He shucked off an under shirt and tossed it onto the floor with his other shirt. Matt gasped, making him turn around. "Bruises! Your covered in bruises" A sigh. "Yeah that happens in my line of work." Matt looked shocked. The guy just shrugged and waved a hand at him to go. "I really don't need an audience for a shower." Matt backed out of the room quietly and shut the door for him. After peeling of the tight jeans he had been wearing he tested the water. "Perfect." He tossed his boxers and walked into the shower. The heat burned at his bare flesh. He gasped at first. Until the heat began to envelope him. He reached down and stroked his cock. It had been such a long day. All that running, the fire. God he needed a break. He pressed his back against the wall of the shower.

His thoughts turned to Matt, as he had been running, as he fell. They turned to him as he had been walking away from his bedroom door. He let his mind wander to how the boys body looked. The thought of the way the boy moved was like pouring alcohol on fire. A few moments later he came. He had to figure out more about Matt. He had to learn why he was so attached to him so suddenly. He got dressed quickly and walked out into the hallway. At first everything was silent. He wondered if Matt had left. Moments later there was the sound of a knife on a cutting board. Damn. What in the hell was he doing? He quickly ran down the stairs, taking them two at a time. Half way down he jumped the rest of them, landing on the floor like a cat. If that damned kid though of doing anything stupid he was going to kill him. He flew past the living room and grabbed the corner of the wall, spinning himself into the kitchen.

Matt was standing there In an apron cutting up a couple of veggies. "I told you not too…!" He shrugged. "I was hungry, besides I haven't seen you eat anything but chocolate so yeah." He frowned and sighed. "You don't have to cook. I order in." He raised the knife as he shook his finger at him. "A home cooked meal is better. It would do you good to eat something real." The guy just stood there shocked for a moment and stared as Matt quickly went back to work at preparing food. He wondered if there was anything even edible here other than chocolate. "Why don't we just order in?" Matt shook his head. "Are you afraid of eating real food?" The guy sighed. "No I just…" A smile slid onto the others face. "You just what?" He sighed again and walked into the living room. "Clean my kitchen when your done."

Matt watched him walk away. He really was a loner wasn't he? He worked an odd job, probably got paid a lot seeing as how nice, and distant, this house was. Matt wondered if perhaps he preferred not to be around people at all. If that was so then why on earth would he bring him back here in the first place. Perhaps he was lonely. He winced as a bit of pepper juice dripped into a small cut on his finger. "hmm." He thought about something else for a short time before he went back to concentrating on what he was doing.

He had lunch ready a little while after noon. When he went to find the guy he searched everywhere but one room. He stood outside the door and puzzled over weather or not to knock. The lights seemed to be off or dimmed. With a sigh he raised his hand to the door. Just before he tapped it the guy answered the door. "What is it?" His words were clipped like he had been busy. His face looked a little red and his hair needed to be brushed. "Lunch is ready." A small grimace. "I'll eat later." He began to shut the door. Matt slammed his shoe in its way. "You should eat something." Once again the guy tried to shut the door on him.

Matt was not going to accept this. He pushed on the door forcing the guy back a bit. He was surprised by this, Matt just kept getting more and more interesting as time went on. This wouldn't do. "Matt, back off. Now." Matt stared at him for a moment. The hesitation in his eyes nearly made him wish he hadn't said it. Obviously the kid was used to being thrown around, following orders. He sighed. "I'm busy." An angry face replaced the hesitation and Matt shoved the door open. The guy fell back to the floor. It was then that Matt realized he was undressed.

Matt's eyes travelled the room. Magazines littered the floor. Some had girls splashed over them, others had gay lovers. He stared at the guy as his face flushed a little more. "GET OUT!" Matt jumped at the sound of his voice. As he turned around the guy whipped a glass of pop at him. He walked straight to the washroom and stripped down. He didn't think the guy would follow him after being that embarrassed. He slid the apron off easily. The guy just turned towards him from the hallway and stopped. He waited and watched. Silently enough that Matt didn't even notice him. Matt's hair was soaked. The pop glistened on his bare skin as he tore his shirt off. He hardened again as he watched Matt undress himself.

He couldn't keep himself at a distance any longer. As Matt reached for his pants zipper he walked forward and spun the boy around. He didn't care if he fought or not. He was going to get something out of this. Matt jumped as his lips pressed against his. The guy was still naked. He could feel his hard on pressing against his crotch. Matt tried to push him away for a moment. "Say it Matt." He kissed the boys neck and nibbled on his ear. "Say it." Matt gulped down a small moan from the kisses. "Say what?" He smiled and nibbled the boys collar bone. "Say Mello." He whispered in his ear. Using a light moan to accentuate the way the word was meant to be said. Matt caught it instantly. He simply shook his head, and tried to back up. Mello pushed him against the tiled wall and rubbed against him lightly.

Matt couldn't help but moan. It felt nice. He'd never had anyone move against him so gently. He decided not to fight back like he normally would. He wanted to see if Mello was different from all his other "owners" as they so put it. He threw his hands backwards as Mello bit his shoulder, digging his teeth gently into the tender flesh. Matt squirmed and shuddered. Mello smiled, moving his right hand down Matt's body. He slid his hand in the pants the boy was wearing. He stroked him slowly over the boxers that were in place. Matt drew his arms down and tried to push Mello away.

Mello threw his free hand up, grabbing both Matt's hands on the way up. He slammed them against the wall. "Don't do it Matt. I want to see your reaction." His cock jumped at that thought. Mello could feel Matt hardening under his grasp. "I want you to feel everything." A small shudder from both of them. He removed his hand from the boys pants and tightened his grip on Matt's wrists. He tore the button of Matt's pants off and yanked the zipped down quickly. He shoved the pants of the boys hips. He smiled at the visible bump in his boxers. Matt turned his red face away from him. Mello quickly demanded it back by kissing him. He released Matt's hands for a moment, grabbing a handful of the boys hair. He yanked his hair forcing his head back a little bit. Matt's mouth opened against his will, he could feel Mello's tongue tracing his lips before he pulled himself forward nearly smashing into Mello's nose.