Warning: Rated for sexual themes in this chappie. Read at your own risk, please. Enjoy, thank you.

Mello

"Hello, Mello," Jake smirked, stopping me in the middle of the street. He had a group of friends behind him, four or five of them, all staring down at me, grinning. My mind went blank as I tried to think of something to say. I should've just turned around, walked away, but my body wouldn't move.

"Jake…" Shit. I was practically frozen to the spot. Why is this happening to me? Was it karma for fucking around with so many people? My eyes were still red from crying, my nose still running, not to mention I was wearing my skin tight leather; I must have looked fucking vulnerable. The victim, the prey.

"Wanna come play with us, Mello?" My name dripped off his tongue like poison. The guys behind him chuckled.

"Yeah, it'll be fun, blondie." They added in, moving forward to surround me. College boys, our age, people I would've loved hanging around with just yesterday.

"Come on…"

"…I'll pass," I managed to spit out before turning my back on them.

"Hey, hey, hold on." The bastard grabbed my arm, pulling me back. Struggling, I brought my foot down on his, hard, and elbowed him in the gut. But he didn't let go, he didn't even react, in fact, his grip on my arm seemed to tighten. He whipped me around so I was face to face with him; he was still grinning. "That hurt, Mello."

Fuck fuck fuck. "Let go of me, Jake. I need to go." I was getting pretty desperate, and a little scared. I had managed to avoid Jake in the past, even though we're in the same school, but he had a whole army with him now and I couldn't fight that. This place was swarming with people; so why wasn't anyone helping me? In a moment of helplessness, I looked back and saw Duncan looking towards our direction. I used my free arm, the one that Jake wasn't holding on to, and waved frantically at him. He noticed me, but didn't do anything. Goddamnit. "Let me go, you assholes!"

"Let's go somewhere else, huh," one of the guys suggested, grabbing on to my other arm and pinning it to my side.

"Fuck, you guys are drunk. You'll regret this in the morning so just let me go," I said, struggling some more.

"Ha ha! I'm not drunk, Mello," Jake laughed though it was obviously forced. "I didn't drink a single thing today! Now stop screwing around, you're coming with us."

He started to drag me off. That was when my real desperation kicked in. I opened my mouth to scream but before I could, a clammy palm was pressed over it. I was lifted straight off the ground into a strong pair of arms which I couldn't escape from. They carried me off like I was some object, ignoring my muffled protests and screams. I couldn't believe this and I didn't want to believe it. I attempted, miserably, to stop imagining what was about to happen to me, but it was impossible. What was going to happen? Six guys and one me, they were bigger, stronger, they had the upper hand. No one was trying to stop them from dragging me off, they could have their way with me and nobody would care. I gave up struggling as the stretch of road got more deserted. There were shops around, but they were all locked up and hardly anyone was in sight.

I heard murmuring, they were discussing something, but it was unclear. After a few more exchanges of nudges and winks between the boys, we neared an alleyway and they tossed me in wordlessly. As they advanced towards me, I backed up against the wall. I could hear my own panting as my back hit the hard surface behind me. I was completely trapped with no means of running away. Fucking fantastic. One of the boys stepped forward and pinned my hands to my back, tying them up.

There was an awkward silence for a while until some puny guy piped up. "Hey erm…should we really do this? I mean, it's against the law and—"

"Shut up, Mike. Just leave if you're really so uncomfortable." But he didn't leave, he continued hanging around, fidgeting with his hands stuffed into his pockets.

"So…what should we do with him?" One guy asked. Laughter broke out among them.

"What do you think, Mello?"

I looked down at the floor. "You guys are stupid," I mumbled, putting up a brave front when in reality, I was shivering like hell. My heart was racing and my voice came out forced. I really needed to get out of here; this was not going to end well. I shuddered, knees drawn close to my chest.

"You think so?" Jake questioned, moving forward so he was looming above me. My eyes fell shut as I continued to face the ground. "Hey, bitch, look at me when I'm talking to you!" He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked in up so my head was tilted up. A few nervous chuckles sounded behind him.

"Yeah, Jakey, do what you do best!"

Without warning, my head was pushed back and slammed against the brick wall. Biting my lip, I glared up at Jake. He was staring down at me like I was a piece of meat, and so were his comrades. I couldn't stand it. "Stop it, Jake. I'm not a source for a quick fuck and I'm getting pissed now. Just let me go and everything's fine, ok?"

His smile stretched slowly. "Sorry to inform you, Mels, but you're not the ones in charge here. Come on, guys." The group closed in on us, leering. At a last attempt to save myself, I lifted my leg just high enough to kick one of the guys in the shin. He made a face, grabbing on to his leg.

"Hey! No dirty tricks, blondie." A cold, sharp object was suddenly at my neck; a knife. It pressed against my flesh, drawing a thin line of blood. Shit. That hurt.

"Hey, Rick, you might wanna get your camera prepared for this," Jake said cheekily. He held me between his legs as he began to unbuckle his belt. What the fuck? He was gonna make me…I started to shiver noticeably, clenching my hands into tight fists.

"Aw yeah. We could sell this for some good cash, it's a plus that he's sexy as hell," a ginger, Rick I assumed, grinned, whipping a camcorder out of his back pack. They were going to film it, film this? To sell? Is that the only reason they brought me here?

Before I knew it, Jake's dick was in my face and he was pressing my head down forcefully.

"Jake…please don't do this…" I sounded so pathetic, but I was begging.

The knife was dug harder into my skin. "Do as you're told, Blondie."

"Yo, he a virgin? Sure looks like it."

"Him?" Jake snickered. "No way. He's a slut." The words rang relentlessly in my ears. As expected, the guys laughed. "Now come on Mello, suck me. You were so eager to last time." He pushed my head down roughly, getting a stronger grip on my hair. I didn't have choice, did I? There was a knife at my neck and I was pretty much cornered by perverted school boys who had no idea what to do with their raging hormones. My heart was pounding, and I prayed no one could hear it. I pressed my lips together and brought them down, slowly, to the organ in front of me. Sucking on it softly, I was forced down suddenly so that I swallowed the entire member whole and the tip brushed the back of my throat. Gagging, I almost cried, almost, before I realized that it would probably serve as entertainment for these people. So I continued to suck on him, wishing that it would just end. I was aware of the camcorder taping me, the whirring sound it produced made it hard to ignore. My face was burning up as I kept getting pushed further and further, my mouth turning raw, my dignity shattered. All around me, they were all cheering, and for what? I glanced up for a moment and my eyes met Jake's. He was sneering at me, licking his lips seductively. I went faster, just wanting it to end already so I could get it over and done with quickly. How naïve.

It wasn't long before he grunted, clenching his fists into my hair and releasing into my mouth. It leaked out the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin. He forced me to swallow it. "Whoa, what a sexy look. You better get that on tape, Rick!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Rick answered, zooming in on my face. I turned away but my head was tugged back to face the camera. "I want to go next!" He demanded like a spoilt child, looking longingly up at Jake.

"What, no way," a brunette stepped forward, "camera guys don't get to join then fun." He peered down at me. "I'll volunteer, though."

"No fair…!" Rick whined though he continued holding the camera to my face.

I shuddered as I noticed the look the brunette was giving me. He was giving off a worse vibe than Jake if possible. The rosary felt foreign on my bare chest buried inside my vest, but at that point, I started to pray. They were just getting started, I realized, it was going to get a lot worse. I muttered silent prayers to myself, trying to drown out the vulgar buzzing echoing throughout the alley. I prayed for someone, anyone, to rescue me, and just then, I don't know why, but a certain someone's face came to my mind. Matt. Not my parents, who were already dead, not my closest friends, but Matt. Was it because he was always the one saving me from these types of situations? Tch, who was I kidding. There was a real reason behind it and I can't believe I only noticed it now.

"You gonna put it in, Aaron?" Jake snorted, stepping aside.

"Can I?"

"Tch, do whatever you want."

"Oh, goodie…" he moved forward and knelt down on the ground in front of me so his ranch breath lingered over my face. "Yo, Ty, get that blade outta my fucking face, will you?" He snapped, pushing the hand that was currently against my neck away. Almost immediately, I felt the pressure of the knife off me before another one was applied. Mike's hand traced my clothed chest as he nudged me flat against the wall. Gulping, I squeezed my legs shut before he pushed them wide open roughly, clucking his teeth. "There's no point trying to act like a little virgin now." His eyes shone madly as he untied the laces on my pants.

"Stop, Goddamnit!" I cried, kicking my legs in all directions. He stopped all movement swiftly by wedging his knee in between my legs, holding them down effectively.

"Don't resist. Just take it like a good boy." Yeah right. How did he expect me to do that? I was about to get raped. When I continued resisting, he sat back, placing a finger on his chin. "Hmm, maybe this will help." Reaching into his pocket, he took out a red bandana from it and tied it around my mouth, keeping it shut and unable to produce any other sounds. With that done he carried on with undressing my lower half. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead, rolling down my cheek. Unknowingly, I actually started to cry. Tears clawed at my throat and were forced out of my sockets, spilling down the round of my chin.

"Aw, look he's crying!" They mocked mercilessly.

"That's kind of hot."

"Hurry up, Aaron."

"Tsk, shut up!" Aaron snapped, his brow furrowed as he finally got my pants off me. He slipped one pant leg off my leg but let the other dangle off my shin, lifting my thighs and wrapping them around his waist. The hazy air hit my bare skin as the cold metal of his belt buckle prodded my skin when he undid his jeans, stroking himself a few times before positioning himself. At a pathetic attempt to stop it, I let out a muffled cry, biting down hard on the bandana. It did nothing, though. These boys were heartless. I vaguely felt him slip into me, holding on to my hips and fondling my sides. His eyes blinked shut as he began to ram me against the damp wall, paying no attention to the cheers and coos the surrounding boys were giving out.

"Hey, erm, you wanna get some extra guys in there? It'll go for more," fucking Rick suggested, eyes still focused on the camcorder. "Yeah, I mean, just get the rest in."

There was no objection as the remaining guys, excluding Jake, who was leaning leisurely against the opposite wall looking at the scene with hostile, distant eyes, moved in closer to stand around us. Two of them stood on either side on me while the other lingered around Aaron. "You think he can take one more in there?" He asked, staring down there.

Aaron shrugged. "It's a tight fit."

The guy smirked, kneeling down. "I'll take my chances."

Oh God. No, no. I thrashed about as much as I could, twisting my body desperately as the guy began to enter me, squeezing himself in gradually. He let out a low moan as both him and Aaron halted movement for a minute. After they were done adjusting, they proceeded to move again, thrusting into me simultaneously. I was stretched so far it was uncomfortable and as the two shafts pounded into me, the two other guys standing on my sides began to jerk themselves off to the image of me getting fucked, their penises so close to my face I could already taste the sexual excitement. My mind was fuzzed out, I couldn't think. The only thing I could do was produce faint whimpers, my voice mostly trapped through the bandana, and claw at the wall behind me. The damn camcorder was still rolling, pointing at my face, capturing my dishevelled appearance and humiliation. They bit down my neck, nipping here and there, pants and small moans filled the area.

I would've covered my ears if not for the fact that my hands were tied up; heck I would've fucking fought back if my hands weren't bound behind my back. All I could do was take it like a slut I was certainly starting to feel like. And maybe that's what I am, a whore. These boys wouldn't have come to me if they didn't think I was easy enough, or maybe I should've put up more of a struggle, I should've gave them more of a challenge. Then I wouldn't be in this situation; I wouldn't be crying so hard right now. I wouldn't need to resort to praying though it's obviously not working since NO ONE is flying down and swooping me up into their arms. I'm still here, lying down on a mossy floor in a dead end alley having two dicks up my ass and getting filmed for it.

My whining got louder as the speed of the thrusts got faster and the two boys beside me pumped their dicks desperately, probably getting awfully close. I didn't know where to look; I didn't want to look to the sides or in front, but my eyes finally settled on Jake who was still in the same position against the wall. He was enjoying this, I knew it. Asshole.

"Hey, I'm gonna come," the guy on my right reported nervously.

"Y—yeah, me too…"

"Do it on his face," Rick chipped in, scooting a little closer.

"Aaron?" The other guy inside me mumbled, nudging the other party. "I'm—…!"

He spasmed, spilling his seed into me. Aaron followed soon after, releasing inside, both of them gasping and rolling out their orgasms. Almost immediately after that, I heard the sound of hitching breath and something thick spurted on my face. Streaks of the white substance stained my flushed face, clumps of it tangled in my hair. Aaron and the other guy pulled out, leaving a trail of their semen behind. Shutting my eyes so none of it would get into my eyes, I heard Rick move closer in to tape my jizz covered face. He untied the bandana, tossing it aside and swiping up some come and tried to make me lick it off. I already had it all over my face, I sure as fuck did not need it in my damn mouth. Mustering up all my remaining energy, I head-butted his arm, causing him to drop the camcorder. It didn't break, but it let out an agonizing krack! as it hit the ground. He let out a choked sound, scrambling after the fallen object.

"Y—you've had…enough, h-haven't you…?" I forced out, glowering at him. My breath came out in pants as I slumped against the wall, all my strength drained out.

He took no notice of my words and instead checked his precious camera, seemingly on the verge of tears as he wiped at the screened and scrutinized its condition. Pathetic; he felt more for a camera that barely had a scratch than a human who was almost broken. As I turned away, feeling sick, a shadow fell over me. I didn't need to look up to see who it was.

He placed a finger on my chin, pushing my head up so I was gazing into his bitter orbs. "You know, Mello," he scoffed, crouching down on one knee, "I haven't nearly had enough of you yet. A few months back; was it two or three? I can't remember; you let me fuck you, and I was happy. Happier than I had ever been for a damn long time. But then you started avoiding me, and I didn't get it; what had I done wrong? Why were you running away? Were you just looking for an easy fling, a one night stand? Or was I just not good enough?" I couldn't bring myself to look at him but I couldn't peel my eyes from his. "And I thought: that had to be it! You hadn't enjoyed doing it with me! Exactly! So, now I want to know…" he leaned in closer, bearing his teeth in an evil smirk. My heart was thumping so hard I could hear the blood rushing through my ears. He whispered, "did you enjoy having my friends do you instead?" I didn't respond, choosing instead to squeeze my eyes shut.

"Well…I wanna try fucking you again, Mello."

Author's note: this chapter is a little longer to make up for the shortness of the previous recent chapters! So, I'm sorry if any of you are upset with this chapter and Mello getting *raped*. Really, sorry. It's certainly regrettable but, well. Anyhou, I've been updating REALLY slowly lately because I've been working on this Kuroko no Basket one shot (which I recently just finished but haven't posted) that's fuckin' long so I've been sort of neglecting this story a lil', sorry to admit. But it's gradually coming to an end, if you guys can't already tell or sense it. Just a few more chapters! Well, I think after the next 2 or 3 chapters, the themes of this story will return to normal [as in: humor/romance], so hang in there just a little bit longer, thank you! Peace, I'm out.