[Authors note: And here's that new chapter...that I just wrote...because I love you. I'll update, or something, hopefully soon. If I don't...just mail me and I'll get right on it.]

Forever mine, never yours

"Hunny, I really don't think that you need more though I've never seen someone hold their liquor quite like you." Demetri whispered giving the blond at the counter a glance over before giving him what he had asked for. The last few days had been rough for everyone. Their previous owner had been found and killed. The mafia had taken over their place of residence; most of their customers had been frightened off for good reason. Red had decidedly turned a new leaf as the Don's personal play toy and everyone was walking on eggshells. "You're Mello right?" He asked softly watching the other shift slightly under the skylights.

Large blue eyes blinked a few times before he nodded apparently after deciding there was no problem with telling him. "Yeah, you heard them talking about me or something?" He asked examining the drink in his hands but deciding not to drink it yet. Instead he closed his eyes as if attempted to keep the world around him in focus.

He shook his head slowly. "No, I heard someone say your name earlier." He mumbled cleaning one of the glasses that he had stacked to take care of. "You know Red, right? He's changed a lot since coming here, either that or he's showing everyone his true colours now." He watched Mello's reaction lightly gauging him as best as he could but the blond's face remained slack. "Either way he's back under the thumb of the boss and can't be trusted."

Mello took his time to down the drink now. He couldn't blame anyone but himself for what happened to Matt. Matt had always been callus but he had never been cruel. He had purposefully brought the mafia here to get rid of Louis and now he was pretending to be a good little boy for the Don. He couldn't think of anything worse than that than maybe him being dead somewhere. "Why do you say he can't be trusted?"

Demetri picked up another glass. "I've been here from the beginning. I remember when Lily was the favourite but never once did he run the club the way that Red does. When Red came into the picture everything about this place changed. He uses his looks to get past defenses and when he does he's eat you from the inside out. I'm not saying he's always been a bad person but…" His voice drifted off from the sounds of a commotion in the front of the club. "Oh, damn."

A champagne glass came sailing across the room before shattering a bottle of gin into tiny shards. "You think I don't know what you're doing." The one Demetri had just spoken of, Lily, stood poised over a table where Matt sat watching him boredly. "You never loved Louis, even after he did all those things for you. Even after taking you in off the street all those years ago you did this. That petty act that you put on begging them to kill you was nothing. I know you. I know you."

Matt leaned back in his chair balancing it on two legs. "Is there something important that you wanted to tell me or are you done yet?" He asked seriously watching her with glowing green eyes. The lights played off of him giving him an almost untouchable ethereal look. "Look Lily, in this world there is no one I care about more than myself. That you are completely correct about. Louis didn't mean anything to me but if I wanted to move on I had to get rid of him and so I did." He smirked coolly. "As for you I would suggest that you don't continue to cross me if you know what's good for you. The Mafia isn't the only way people disappear."

The gun came from nowhere pointed directly at Matt's face, while Matt himself held another of his own pointed towards Lily. Mello was on his feet alternating his gun on both Matt and Lily with caution. "Put the guns away." He said calmly crossing the room while keeping his gun leveled on both of them. "Put them away." He repeated.

"You first blondie." Matt's voice replied taking his gun off of safety and cocking it. "Come on Lily you don't know what you're doing. I would hate to have to kill you." His voice dropped into a deadly hiss as he watched the other. "Put it down."

Mello's eyes narrowed, "Don't you call me blondie."

Matt smirked, "And why would I listen to you blondie?" He responded barely giving any consideration to the gun in the others hand. "Are you going to shoot me Mell? I don't think you have it in your to shoot your best friend. Your only friend. Though, I would hardly call us that anymore." His voice sounded slightly tighter but Mello couldn't place the emotion.

"Mail." Mello whispered. "This isn't you."

Matt rounded on him instead of Lily. "Don't you call me that." His voice was husky. "Don't you fucking call me that. That person died years ago." He looked like the blond had pushed him to his limit with just a name.

"Mail."

"Mihael."

Lily backed slightly. "What the hell is going on here?"

"Mello." A hand on his shoulder nearly made him shoot the red head. "He belongs to the boss. Let him go." Daniel whispered softly using his own hand to push the gun down in Mello's hands.

Matt's arm dropped to his side waving Mello off. "Yeah Mello, why are you so damn upset with property?" He tried to make it sound like a joke but it came out harsh and bitter. He turned giving Lily the once over before shooting once in his direction. The man yelped and dropped down to his knees in fear. "That's what I thought." He mumbled disappearing up the stairs towards the bedrooms.

~*xXx*~

Mello stood outside the door still marked as Red. His oldest friend lay on the other side, he was positive of only that. He no longer knew anything about that person who had just willingly shot at another person. It was so unlike him that Mello hadn't known how to react when the other stormed off in a fit. Now, all he wanted was to have a conversation with him. An actual conversation, not that wit battles they had gone through in the time they had spent together. He wanted to sit down and find a way out for the Red head even if he would be the one paying for it.

He couldn't knock, that seemed too formal after sharing a bedroom with him for years. Instead he pushed the door open and paused. Matt sat with his back facing him staring at the far wall. "What do you want Mello?" He questioned without looking over his shoulder. "I thought we finished out discussion already?"

Mello frowned, "We haven't." He replied seriously shutting the door behind himself. "This isn't where you belong, Matt. We both know it, I don't know why you decided to get mixed up with this world but I don't plan on allowing you to stay here. The old man can only offer you a bit of protection but when people start gunning for you he'll abandon you just like he's done all the others."

Matt fell back his hair pooling around him. "Don't you think that I know that? Give me some credit; I did make it this far without your help. I don't need it now either. It's a bit late for you to decide to take an interest in me." He licked his lips watching the other with lidded eyes. "It's not like you to be under someone though Mello. Why haven't you become a Don yourself?" He picked himself us sliding across the room lightly. "You have all that intelligence but you've stopped trying to make yourself rise. If you control it all then I can get out and you'll have all the power that you need." He came to a stop in front of the blond sliding a hand behind his neck.

The blond raised an eyebrow. "That game won't work on me Matt. I'm the master manipulator, remember?" He watched the smile spread on the others lips as his head dropped to his shoulder. "Matt, it won't work." He felt lips on the exposed skin of his neck kissing a firm like across. "Matt."

The red head barely pulled back to whisper, "You seem tense. Let me do this for you." He alternated bites and kisses along the blond's neck. "Just hear me out."

Mello's hands flew up to the other's shoulders. "Matt, stop it. I'm not going to sleep with you."

The red head frowned, "Why not? It's what I wanted for all those years back in Wammy house. You wouldn't give me the time of day; let me have my chance now."

The blond shook his head. "No, because you want control and you're going to try and do it with sex. I won't do it Mail. That won't work on me but I do want to help you." He cupped the others face but he could tell his words were falling on deaf ears. He leaned forward kissing the red head on the forehead. "I'll help you whether you want it or not because if you're going to belong to anyone, it's me."