A/N: Next chapter time! I thought the last one kinda sucked… So I worked even harder to make sure that this one's up to par (I might even redo the last one. Yes? No?). Enjoy the PruCan love~

And reviewers (especially Midori-Hoseki-Suichi, whose oneshot's being worked on as we speak), you pwn. Hard. You have more than earned Matthew-cookies. *starts handing them out* "C'mon, maple-y goooooodness~"

Please enjoy!

**CAN YOU GUESS WHY MATTHEW IS RAEG-MODE IN THE BEGINNING? Try it out. It's not really challenging… XD**

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Collateral Chapter 7

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Matthew stirred once again, sniffling as he buried himself even deeper into Gilbert's chest. The older man, who had awoken minutes before and was quietly talking to Francis, smiled at the sight of the Canadian's tousled hair and pinched face. "G-Gilbert?" he inquired blearily.

"Yeah, babe, I'm here." As if to prove his point, the red-eyed man tightened an arm comfortingly around Matthew's shoulders, earning himself a small groan and a yawn. "What happened last night?"

Gilbert was confused. "You mean… you don't remember?" The silverette pondered the after-effects of his first time getting high, oblivious to the growing expression of panic on Matthew's face.

"What's wrong, pretty boy? Didn't feel good?" Concerned now, Gilbert reached out a hand to feel the boy's forehead, but to his surprise, the arm was just knocked away by Matthew, who was now trembling. Francis looked on nervously as Lovino and Antonio slept peacefully on the futon.

"D-DON'T TOUCH ME!" screamed Matthew, scrambling to his feet. The sudden outburst jolted the two dozing on the opposite side of the room into consciousness, Antonio mumbling, "Dios, what is it…?"

"Y-You…" The Canadian was positively irate now, his hissing whispers sounding more like screams in inflection.

Gilbert honestly couldn't grasp why Matthew was so angry about it all. He had certainly seemed like he enjoyed himself, what with all the giggling and clinging to his arm. So what was…?

"Kid, I don't get it." Matthew's eyes glinted dangerously at this as he shrieked, "You know what? I HAVE A NAME! Matthew!"

"Well, fine, Matthew. God, now will you tell me why you-" Before he could even finish, he was cut off by a harsh slap to his left cheek, making his ears ring painfully. He just gaped for a minute, mouth hanging open like a fish.

Then he felt an inexplicable surge of rage that made him stand slowly, glaring at his aggressor darkly. Enraged, he growled and grabbed Matthew's still-bruised wrist, making the other man whimper in pain and fear.

He pushed him roughly into the wall, trapping his legs as well. Hissing lowly, Gilbert managed to force out, "Don't you ever fucking do that again. Understand?" Matthew smelled drugs on his breath, which was hot against his ear. Receiving only a few panicked breaths in return, Gilbert said, even more forcefully, "UNDERSTAND?" This time, the younger man's back was driven into the windowsill, making him cry out in pain.

"Y-Yes! I understand, please just s-stop!" Gilbert stared intensely at him for several more seconds. The Canadian's heart nearly stopped as the man pressed into him even farther. Then, a sharp voice called out, "Just stop it, Gilbert. Now."

Lovino stood with his hand firmly on Gilbert's shoulder, glare almost as imposing as the silver-haired man's own. "Gilbert!" he shouted when the man didn't move.

Finally, after one of the most tense silences of the young blonde's life, his wrist was released and his attacker backed away with a soft, "Che…"

Matthew, not missing a single opportunity for escape, immediately broke for the door, not even grabbing a jacket as he bolted into the morning air. Gilbert, Francis, and the two others looked on quietly as the door slammed with a jarring sound. Not one of them jumped.

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Matthew, in his haste, had forgotten the contents that were in his jeans pockets, such as…. 'Damn!'… his house keys. Well, how on earth was he even supposed to get there with no mode of transportation? He sighed, breath making small white puffs in the January air.

Tears formed in the corners of his violet eyes that Gilbert loved so much. Had he really…

…slept with a man who didn't know his first name?

He sobbed.

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Oh Mattie. YOU ISH MISTAKEN D;

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