Authors note: Oh look I actually updated. Unfortunately to know the conversations that transpired between Mello and his lady friend you'll have to wait a bit longer. Instead, let's allow things to get a bit heated. So please, read, review and enjoy.
Secret among secrets
Matt dodged several books as he watched the prince throw his fit. He wasn't sure how to stop him and so he didn't. Instead he stood quietly in the corner doing his best not to attract attention of such a destructive force. Mello paused a moment looking around as if he wasn't completely aware that it was he who had made such a mess for Matt to clean. The blond sat back to the stripped bed and sighed his gaze locked on the far wall grinding his teeth together in slow deliberate movements.
It was only then that Matt moved to begin picking up the mess the prince had created. "I don't know why you're so angry." He felt the gaze slide to his direction. Unfortunately for Mello when they were alone Matt had no intention of being afraid of the other. Although it might not be smart he could go blow for blow with the prince if need be. "You're the prince of the land. Why would you think your father would just allow you to prance around without getting married and take his throne? Ambition, ambition." He shook his head placing the books back on the shelf.
Mello growled, "But to suddenly pop it on me like that. The least he could have done was told me what was to come."
Matt blinked watching the other for a few more seconds, "Then you wouldn't have gone. Your father knows you well believe it or not." He watched blue eyes narrow on him. "Surprised there's more to my relationship with your father than fucking?" He shook his head slowly a small frown sliding across his lips as the only hint that he wasn't happy about something.
"I would have gone because it is my duty as the prince of the lands." He watched the red head shrug lightly. "I'm serious. I take what I do very seriously."
Green eyes closed slowly as if he were exasperated with the other. "You mean being rich and privileged. You take being rich and privileged seriously. Yes, because it's very serious business." He could tell by the blank stare that accompanied his words that he had crossed the line. It came to mind that maybe he should move away from the volatile blond but instead he stood his ground looking the other in the eye.
Mello sneered snatching red locks into his fingers. "You fucking whore. You call me privileged when my father, the king of the fucking lands, brought you into our home. He brought his whore, a lowly peasant into our home for myself and my mother to look at." He drug the boy across the room slamming him against the wall. "I'm tired of looking at you. I should kill you. Rid this world of your miserable existence."
"Please do." Was the light response.
He wasn't even fighting. It irked Mello more than he wanted to admit. He bent the boy's head until he was looking at him in the eyes again. "How does it feel when the only reason people want you is because you're a good lay and not because of who you are? It's so bad that not even your own mother wanted you. She abandoned you. No one wants you Mail, no one. You think you can control people with your behavior and words. I'll be damned if I let you do that to me."
He watched green eyes widen slightly, the deep innocence contrasting with what Mello knew to be his true self. Almost instantly his eyes narrowed as he snatched his hair back from the other. "Good night prince Mello." He dropped the books he had somehow kept in his hand walking towards the door that led to his room.
The blond followed, "I'm not done with you. I'm not fucking…"
Matt snatched the door open and stopped short of stepping into the room. The light was already on. The King sat quietly in the only chair in the room beside the dresser reading an embroidered book. He glanced up slowly locking eyes with the two before standing, "I thought I might have come to get you myself, Mail." He gave a slight smile as the blond's anger crumbled. "Good night Mello, I'll take care of Mail's punishment that you have clearly already begun."
~*xXx*~
The moon highlighted the royal gardens. Flowers of many varieties grew in abundance colouring the grounds in an array of yellow's, blue's, and red's. It held no beauty for Mail as he walked behind the King, Raito. Instead he kept his gaze down and arms locked firmly behind his back.
"What's bother you, Mail?" Raito had stopped walking and Mail stopped at a distance. "You've been nearly silent since I saved you from Mello's temper. If you want I could take you back in there and let him finish beating you. That's what was about to happen. I told you if I brought you here you had to hold your tongue against those with more power than you. I can't always be around to save you."
Mail glared, "If you wanted to save me you could have either left me where I was or made me a lower servant. Why did you bring me here? I didn't ask for this." He watched amber eyes watch him in disappointment.
He bent down pulling Mail's face to his, "I wanted to show you what my son was actually like. It's your punishment for that night." He smiled cruelly giving the boy a small peck on his lips. "Do you regret your decision?"
"Should I?" He questioned defiantly stepping out of the other's grasp. "You should have left me in that whorehouse."
Raito glared, "And then you would have run away. No one wants their pet to run off so I decided to put insurance on you. There's no way for you to leave now. Enjoy this while you have it Mail when the only eyes on you are the ones that know who you are to me. One day I plan on making you so much more but then everyone will look at you. Get used to it."
He shook his head, "I don't even want to know what that means."
The man smiled brilliantly. "I have something for you to do. Every morning you go to the kitchen for Mello's morning tea." Mail nodded slowly. "Find out which one is going to Misa and put two drops of this in it." He slid a vile into the boy's hand. "You'll do it for me, won't you Mail?"
The red head sighed, "I don't like it when you use me to assassinate people."
The man shrugged, "But you're so good at it." He sat in one of the chairs that had occupied Mello and his fiancée gesturing for Mail to join him. "What's bother you still?"
Mail took a seat opposite of the other, "Just wondering how long it's going to take before you cast me aside." He watched the other wince. "He said that no one loved me basically. I guess that's true enough." He stared off for a while.
Raito folded his arms, "And you still want to be his servant?"
He shrugged, "Just for a while longer. Just for a while."
The King shook his head, "You worry me. You're self-destructive, Mail. Take care of yourself with him, will you? Don't let him hurt you just because you like it."
"Maybe."
~*xXx*~
Mail gasped for air as he contemplated fleeing from the room. The blond was huffing and angry as he reared on him again. "You thought I wouldn't be mad about your sulking off to fuck my father?" He snatched the boy by his hair and began ramming him roughly against the wall.
The red head hooked a leg around the blond's back daring him with each movement to keep it up. Blue eyes refused to look away as the green eyes lit up in expectation and daring. "Oh please do continue prince." He hissed in a dark voice as Mello growled in response. He wrenched his hair back further before doing it again succeeding in pulling a groan from the red head.
"Stop it." Mello's voice was deep as he slightly loosened his grip slightly on the others hair. "I won't let you make me like my father."
Mail stifled a laugh. "Well Prince Mello I never touched you. You have me pinned against the wall with my head pulled back. This is your doing. I didn't seduce you. I simply walked into the room when you called me."
"Shut up." He wanted to let go but he still didn't. Mail looked so submissive like this but it wasn't the one he pretended to be. It was actually the real side of him that was submitting to Mello. "There's nothing natural about you." Mail swallowed drawing his attention to the boy's neck. "Do I have to treat you how you treat others."
A smirk, "That would mean lowering yourself my prince." He felt the finger running up the side of his uniform as the grip tightened in his hair again.
"Sometimes it's necessary."