A/N: I apologize for the late update. I feel like I'm trying to carry this story too far, so it ends here. I hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it and all the credit goes to Mello's Favorite Reject for the idea. I love you all and thank you for the favorites, alerts and reviews. *kisses*

Time Skip: 3 Months

Matt strolled into the mafia base chuckling and turned to face Mello, who was smirking at some joke he'd just told. He grabbed Matt's wrists and pinned him to the wall, kissing him softly, then again with more urgency. His ignored lust or the redhead came back full force as he felt Matt push against him, grinding their hips together and fueling his arousal.

"Jesus, Matt," Mello panted harshly, molding his body against Matt's. "Fuck, don't tease me anymore, please." Matt smirked and let his head fall back against the wall.

"How many dates have we been on?" he asked huskily as Mello led them back to the bedroom they shared and bumped the door shut with his hip. He started trying to think about it as Matt dragged his hands down the expanse of his torso, stripping his jacket as he did.

"I think… six," the blonde finally panted, ridding Matt of his vest. Matt broke the contact and shoved Mello away, stripping his shirt off and grinning.

"Yeah… sounds about right. So you deserve a reward, don't you?" Mello dropped into the chair in front of his desk and nodded frantically, rubbing his erection through his pants and groaning. Matt popped the button of his jeans and slid them down his legs slowly, revealing that he had forgone underwear, which made the blonde harder. Mello reached into his slacks and pulled out his aching erection, swiping his thumb across the slit and whimpering.

When Matt had kicked his pants away, he went to the side of the desk and planted his feet on the ground, spreading his legs and bending over so that his chest met the cool wood of the desk. Mello moaned at the sight and stood, letting his pants drop to the floor and going around behind the redhead, sucking his fingers eagerly. When he slid them up Matt's thigh and prodded his entrance with them though, his hand was smacked away and Matt was glaring over his shoulder.

"Just because I like romance before sex doesn't mean you have to treat me like a doll," he snarled, pushing his hips backwards to brush against Mello's. A darker, more sadistic side of Mello made itself known and he smirked, pushing against Matt gently.

"Oh? You like it rough then? So, you wouldn't mind if I did this?" As he finished the rhetorical question, he pushed his hips forward with every ounce of strength in his body, impaling the redhead. Matt's shriek of pain and pleasure echoed off the walls and his fists slammed down against the surface of the desk. "You like that Matty?" Mello asked, leaning down and mouthing the side of Matt's neck.

"Yes… fuck, yes," Matt sobbed, pushing his hips back and gripping the edge of the desk. Mello straightened his spine and pulled his hips back, slamming into Matt with the same amount of force as before. Eventually, the force decreased as the pace increased. Mello had a bruising hold on Matt's hips and was dragging the redhead back into every thrust.

Matt could do nothing more than try to hold himself up and scream hoarsely as Mello pounded into him. He'd never been handled like this and the pleasure and pain that went with it was so intense it was almost unbearable and it made him limp and lethargic, practically paralyzed. He could barely choke out a warning of his impending release before Mello pulled out. Matt shrieked unhappily at the loss and turned, glaring half heartedly at the blonde.

Mello only tossed him backwards onto the bed with a predatory growl. He looked down at the redhead splayed across the bed with his legs spread wide; his chest was heaving and there were forming bruises on his hips. The sight was almost enough to make Mello come then and there, though he held himself back. Instead he stalked forward and knelt between Matt's legs, capturing the kiss bruised lips with his teeth and plunging his tongue into the waiting mouth. Matt folded his legs around Mello's waist and pulled him forward, moaning pathetically while his hands scrabbled at Mello's back.

Mello leaned back and grabbed Matt's hips, pulling them hard and pushing back into the abused entrance. Matt arched his back impressively and screamed, turning his head to the side to bite into the pillow. It only took a few strong thrusts for him to tangle his fingers in his own hair, squeezing his eyes shut as he released. Mello tossed his head back and moaned deeply, the sound tapering off into a snarl as he came hard. He dug his nails into Matt's hips, drawing blood and raking his nails down, leaving long red marks. Then he fell forward, panting and letting himself collapse against the redhead's body.

The intensity of Matt's orgasm was almost enough to make him pass out. His vision was spotted and the room was dancing about wildly. He barely registered Mello nibbling on the side of his neck with increasing force, but when he did, he knew the blonde was marking him in a visible place. He didn't really care though, because he let his head fall to the side as he fell asleep.

Matt opened his eyes slowly as awareness came to his mind. He immediately whined at the pain that seemed to branch all over his body, but smiled when he remembered how it came about. Then he felt long, thin fingers running through his hair. He debated saying something, but opted not to break the comfortable silence. Apparently Mello felt the same, because they laid there comfortably for almost an hour before a thought struck Matt.

"If I'm technically your nanny, and I slept with you, does that make me a pedophile?" He felt and heard Mello snort.

"You're in an abandoned warehouse full of criminals and drugs. No one here really gives a shit. And I'm older than you anyway, so no."

"Good," Matt said with a smirk, "because I wanna do it again." Mello sat up and looked down at the bruised and bloody redhead.

"Really? In the condition I left you in?" Matt groaned at the idea and shook his head. "Good. Let's wait until you're fixed up a bit." Matt smiled and blushed, cursing himself the whole time.

"So… does this mean it wasn't a one night thing?" Mello rolled his eyes and leaned down, kissing Matt with stunning tenderness.

"Of course not, you dolt."

Meanwhile, in another room, Rod sat with several of his subordinates scanning a sheet. "Told you they'd end up fucking," he said around his cigar.

"Yeah, but we thought it would take longer," Kal muttered bitterly.

"Okay, Rod had four months," one read off. Everyone around the room groaned and pulled out bills, counting them out and handing them to their boss. Mello and Matt stood in the doorway, snickering behind their hands at the show.

Fuck, I didn't know how to end that. But I tried. Please review!

*kisses*