Omg, everyone, I am SO SO SO SO sorry! My laptop crashed, and I lost the entire next chapter for the story. I'm doing my best to rewrite it right now, and I'm hoping it's good enough compared to what I had. I want this to make up for the massive hiatus because, I love this story, and I know SO many people do too! I'm sorry! Letting everyone know…there MIGHT be one more chapter to this, or a sequel. It depends on my mood. Don't send me "OMG UPDATE SOON" messages after this because it might convince me not to make a final one. Reviews like that, sometimes, make me feel like being a sadist and not updating. ;P

Matt begins to squirm, his screams aren't negative. He's loving it. He's loved everything I've done to him tonight. I grin, watching his face flare up in shades of crimson while the heat circulates through his body. My other knee forces its way up on to the bed. I'm standing on my knees, hovering over him.

"What do you think?" I ask him, tauntingly tipping the candle, prepared to drip more wax on to his head. Matt winces, prepared for another burst of scalding heat. Instead, my hand, with it's ebony painted nails wrap around his shaft, delicately teasing him. "Was this what you expected?" One of my fingers moves from his shaft, and my palm twists around him, that finger placing itself on his head. "Were you expecting more?" The nail of that finger begins to scrape under the dot of wax to peel it away.

Matt is unable to respond. Instead, a whimper of satisfaction and uncertainty escapes him. I smile and rub the tip of my finger against his head. Matt gasps softly. Again, something else he has enjoyed. I take a tight grasp on the short leather leash hanging from the collar I have given him. Matt chokes slightly as I yank him forward to me.

I motion my hand along his shaft. He groans loudly.

He's been holding that back.

"This could be fun." I say to him, my palm encasing him even more tightly. Matt lets out another incoherent gasp. "I've never brought a guy home before."

I dig my nails into his shaft.

Matt chokes.

I remove my hand from him. Matt protests with a whine and I press my hand on to his chest. I can feel the ripples of his abdominals. I want him naked now.

He's itching to be undressed. We both want to be naked.

I can feel him now. His legs wrapped around my back, arms around my neck, breath in my ear. I can feel his screams, and I can hear his desire.

But I like to prolong things.

I want him to squirm more.

I slide my hands beneath the striped fabric of his shift, my palms running along the creases in his flesh. Matt gasps. I smile. I bunch up the fabric as my hands slide along him, yanking it up, over the chest of Matt's sleek form.

It's not just the shirt that slides up.

I do too.

I slide up his body, bringing up the shirt, over his chest, shoulders, neck and head. The leash gets tangled for a moment and chokes Matt. He gasps for breath, nothing is getting to his lungs. The sound of him crying out so helplessly…It's getting me even harder.

I can see it now.

My hand twisted around the leather leash. Matt's lying on his stomach, a gag inserted into his mouth, and his hands bound behind his back so he can't touch himself. I'm yanking the leash so he keeps on having to lift his head. I'm thrusting deep inside his tight ass. Matt's moaning into the gag, saliva is spewing out a bit. Ball gags do that to people.

I snap back to reality and force Matt to lie down on his back. My hand wraps around him again, sinking my nails into his shaft.

"A-ah…" he moans, as my nails drag along him. I slide down, leaving my head almost parallel with his throbbing cock.

It's calling to me.

Begging for me.

Just demanding…

That I take it in my mouth, or ride it, or squeeze it…something.

I would ride Matt.

Especially now.

His cock is sticking up, throbbing and demanding something.

I want to tease him.

I want to slide off my pants, and hover above his cock, and begin to slide him inside of me, feeling the sensation of his head inside my rectum…Only to pull away and fuck him senseless.

"You know…" I purr, my face inches away from the head of his cock. It's literally pulsating. It has its own heart beat. I breathe on Matt, my warm, moist breath enticing him, causing Matt's back to arc somewhat. I have to yank the leather leash to stop him from moving too much. I want him still.

I lean in, and kiss his head softly, licking the small hole gently. "I've always wanted to fuck a guy in my bed." Matt cries out, and I return to sucking him softly. I want to suck him off so badly. I want to taste his cum. "You have no idea what I'm going to do to you…do you?" I asked, pressing down, my mouth open wide as I take Matt's entire shaft into his mouth. Matt moans loudly.

I pull off of him immediately, and crawl up his body once more. Matt's shivering. My hands wander his chest, my knee rubs against his cock, my tongue licks up the sweat from his lower stomach.

Matt reaches towards me for something to hold on to, but his wrists are caught within my palm. I won't let him move. I'm a fuckin' spider. He's my fuckin' meal for the night.

I'm going to suck out his insides.

I'm going to leave him as an empty shell.

I'm going to take him inside of me.

I grin.

I am the god of innuendos.

Matt writhes and I hoist my body up, I yank his arms up over his head and press them down to the mattress. I pull out a pair of handcuffs. Not bondage cuffs, or fuzzy ones…just handcuffs.

I'm fucking magic.

I'm fucking Houdini.

Matt's expression isn't as shocked as I had expected it to be. He's actually smiling. Cocky bastard.

I open the metal hoops and slide them around his wrists. The metal clicks together. I want Matt's hands behind his back. I can change it if I need to.

I'm hovering over Matt still.

He looks so defenseless. His goggles are still on his head. I run my hand along his cheek, scraping his flesh with my nails. Matt sighs. His eyes shut, and I run my hand into his hair, removing the goggles and toss them across the room. Matt grins, and I tug softly on his hair, placing my mouth on his cheek. I suck gently. Matt gasps. I fleck at his cheek with my tongue and slide down to his neck.

I'm a vampire again.

Nipping

Biting

Sucking

Chewing

I want to taste him. All of him if I can. Blood, sweat, semen, piss…even feces if I have to. I want to taste him. I want him so badly. He wants me.

His cock presses into my thigh. I place my other hand between my legs, delicately teasing his cock as I motion my hand to my crotch. I claw at the cords, loosening them quickly. I'm so stiff, the pants open on their own. I stick out immediately. I feel like some hormone driven, crazed teen.

Matt's lying on the bed entirely naked now, thanks to having taken off his shirt. I'm struggling to get my pants off. I'm so sweaty that they stick to my legs. I have to shake them off. They fall to the floor with the rest of our clothes. I slide over Matt's body, delicately tickling his flesh with my finger tips.

Another demonstration of my magic. My finger tips magically transform into a small, circular wheel with little spines along it. Matt moans as I move the wheel along him. It's made of metal and attached to a small handle. The exact name slips my mind, but whatever it is…it's awakening all the nerves in Matt's flesh. It's causing his blood to stir more. It's causing him to build up adrenaline.

He shivers. I shiver.

I grab at the collar again yanking him up from the bed.

"How does it feel?" I ask, looking into his eyes. They're bright green, but appear black in this light. They're shimmering with tears. Whether they're tears of pleasure, pain or fear, I don't care. It's gorgeous. Those tears could be my cum if I wanted them to be. He's too pretty though. Who would want to stain such a pretty face with semen?

I would.

I twirl Matt's body around. I will have that fantasy of mine. I push him down. He's lying on his stomach. He doesn't dare question it.

He knows he's just involved in another one of my fetishes.

I'm part of one of his as well.

I'm only happy to oblige.

Matt is lying on my bed. I finally get a view of that body of his from behind. He has some slight acne on his upper back, but not enough to turn me off. Just enough to know, that he might be just a slight bit more sensitive on his back than others. I'm still holding that small, spike covered wheel. I place it at the top of his neck, right along his spinal cord. He shivers on contact. Gently, but still strong enough to get him going I run it along his back, pausing every few seconds, then, moving it quickly along his flesh. Matt whimpers and mutters my name.

"Would you like me to remove the cuffs?" I whisper, leaning against his back, my nipples rubbing against his shoulder blades. Matt nods a bit, and I'm only happy to remove them…For a moment that is.

Matt lowers his arms and shakes them out a bit. His muscles are getting sore. He begins to say thank you, but I grab his arms, and hold them behind his back.

"I didn't say I'd keep them off." I whisper again, as I take the cuffs and latch them around his wrists. One step closer to my sick fantasy.

Matt laughs sourly, but still, he finds my actions all the more amusing. He appeases me by struggling slightly. I love watching this body move.

The way he dances.

The way he walks.

The way he fucks.

I'll make him mine. Permanently.

"You're rather obedient." I muse, running the wheel along him once again. Matt cries out. He's begging to be touched. I set the wheel aside. He's just as excited as I am. My body forces itself up. I'm positioned to thrust inside of him. I'm positioned to squeeze my cock into that tight, puckered entrance of his. I'm positioned to ram into his prostate.

I push forward, and press my head against his opening…But stop. There's just so much more I could do to him. I stand up from the bed, the candle light emitting an odd sort of glow to my body. I'm nude, I'm sexy, and I might as well be worshipped. I feel like Christ.

I'm mother fucking Christ bitches.

Christ has fucking risen, and he's fucking the brains out of some guy named Matt.

Who knew Christ would be a fuckin' faggot.

I take one of the candles. Matt's seen this and I can see that he's blushing. His flesh might be tinted a shade of orange from the fire, but I can still tell he's blushing.

Wax is dripping down the side of this candle. "You think this is for you?" I ask him. Matt nods. I smile.

I lie down on to the bed next to him and look him in the eye. "It's not." I spread my body out, aside from the one arm with the candle. Gently, and just as delicately as I had with Matt, I tilt the candle. The wax falls and splashes on to my chest, right near my nipple. I moan loudly. The sensation of heat, such as hot wax, always turns me on. I tilt it again, this time the wax lands directly on the soft flesh of my nipple. I cry out, and glance at Matt. He swallows roughly. I tease him again and tilt the candle on to my chest once more, planting a dollop of wax on to my other nipple. "Matt…" I say softly. "You should feel this…"

"I-I want to…" he chokes out. I smile at him, watching the pained expression he has upon his face.

He wants to be touched.

He wants to be felt up.

He wants to be violated.

He wants to be fucked in the ass…

By Christ.

I rise up slightly, and hold the candle over Matt. I tilt it several times, speckling the round, fleshy cheeks of his ass with scarlet wax. Each moan becomes less intense, as he gets used to the heat. Change of pace. I push open his cheeks, and as careful as even, I allow a single drop, to fall right above his entrance. Matt cries out, I can tell he's smiling.

We're freaks.

I place the candle back where it belongs, only to get two more of the toys I envisioned in my fantasy. I run my hand along Matt's back softly. He doesn't even moan in response. Motions such as stroking anything that aren't his nuts, his cock, nipples or ass, make no difference now. Pervert.

I make it appear to him I'm just going to touch his cheeks. Matt shuts his eyes, awaiting the sensation. Instead, I cover his eyes quickly with leather. His sight is cut off and he's defenseless. He starts to ask what's going on. Time for another toy. This time, a round, cherry red gag is shoved into his mouth. Matt fights it and begins to spit it out. It's too tight for him, and he gives up.

"What do you think?" I ask, running my hand along his cheek finally. "Is this all you expected and more?" I laugh softly, scraping his cheek with my nails. "I've got more planned, too." I pull away from him, and position myself once more. This time, I'm almost ready.

Just…

I moan in annoyance. I left it on the other side of the room.

I guess my mouth will have to do instead.

I lower my head next to Matt's round, voluptuous ass. I squeeze one of the cheeks slightly before pulling them both apart. The dot of wax is still there.

I open my mouth, and extend my tongue, and delicately lick at Matt's entrance. He cries out into the gag, his words muffled. The moisture from my mouth incredibly unexpected. I only need a few well placed licks before I know he's wet enough for easy access.

I return to my position, Matt's eager and anticipating. I chuckle softly. "There's more after this." I say. Running my hand along his back.

I count silently.

Tres

Deux

One.

I slam myself forward, feeling Matt's rectum squeeze all around me. I moan out. Matt moans into the gag and I can feel his body shivering. "G-g-guh…" I groan. "M-matt…" He wants to scream my name. He will I want to hear him scream so very badly. I thrust harder, feeling his prostate against my head. I lean over Matt's back and lower the gag. "Scream for me, mother fucker." I hiss into his head, as the ball hangs around his neck. I grasp on to the leather leash and yank him roughly. I'm the fuckin' jockey. He's the fuckin' horse.

I thrust again, and I get to hear Matt's screaming.

"Mello!" he screams loudly. "F-fuck! Mello!" I thrust faster and rougher this time. He tries screaming again, but this time…it all comes out in one, bunched up syllable. "Ahhh! Mellochriststop!" I can barely hear him. I hear the word stop though…I don't want to.

I'm a selfish son of a bitch.

"You want me to stop?" I ask sourly as I ram roughly into him. Matt's hands behind his back are desperately looking for something to hold on to. He wants to touch himself. "You want to jack off while I fuck you? You want to claw up my sheets as we get cum all over them? You want to wrap your skinny little arms around my waist while I assure you this is fun?" I laugh and yank out. Matt cries out, thankful for the release of pressure.

I quickly unlatch the cuffs for a moment and yank Matt up by the collar. He can't see anything, but he can feel it when I push him back down on to his back. I chain his hands back up. This time, he doesn't protest at all.

"How about this." I say, sitting on his knees. "We try something…else."

He has no idea by what I mean when I say the word 'else'.

I lift myself up, and laugh. We're both in for something unexpected.

I lower myself at the perfect angle, and I feel Matt rocket up inside of me. We both scream. I have all of Matt's cock inside of me, and Matt's coping with the pressure of having another body enclose around him.

"Mello!" he screams. I can hear him choking. He's sobbing. The pain is unbearable for him. He's clawing again at nothing. He can't see me. He wants to know that it's me who's riding him.

"How does it feel?!" I snap at him as I thrust my body downwards on him. I let out a moan, deep and coming from my throat. His head is tickling my prostate. What a feeling.

Christ is getting fucked by a mortal.

"How does it fucking feel?!" I snap again. "It might not even be me riding you now! It could be anyone! Anyone could be on your cock, and you wouldn't know! Everyone has a fuckin' asshole!" We both moan loudly and I begin to bounce on him roughly. I can feel his pulse. He can feel mine. I think he's about to cum. "What do you fuckin' think!?" I roar. Matt screams my name.

"Mello!" he sobs. "Mello stop! It's too much! It fuckin' hurts! I'm done! Stop!" Moans break his words apart into incoherent syllables, but that's the gist of what he's screaming.

"How does it fuckin' feel?" I say once more. "To essentially be on top right now…but to know you're not the one doing the fucking! I'm the one in control Matt!" Matt sobs heavily. He's almost at his limit. I'm going to fucking break him.

"Mello!" he screams, tears streaming from beneath the blindfold. "Stop…please…"

I laugh at his pain, releasing my hot seed all over his chest as I continue to ride the poor guy senseless. "I'm in fucking control, Matt! I'm in control!" Matt shakes his head slowly, and screams out. He releases inside of me, and falls limp. I moan at the sensation of the white cream building inside me. I know, once I slide off, it'll spill all over my bed.

And it does. I slide my body off of Matt and lay on top of him, his cum pouring on to my sheets.

"Well?" I ask, whispering into Matt's ear. "What do you think?" I take a look at the clock in the room. It's almost six in the morning. "Was it all you ever hoped for? Was it better?"

Matt has a glassy look in his eyes.

I smirk, but almost in disappointment.

I've broken him.

Matt doesn't reply. He just looks at me.

"I fucked the life out of you, didn't I?"

Matt nods slowly, and chokes. "Yes." He mutters.

"And you enjoyed every moment, didn't you?"

He's silent, but after a second, he nods and says "Yes."

"Would you like me to do it again?"

Matt doesn't respond this time.

I smile, and lean towards him. Matt winces. But instead of being the malicious bastard I am, I place a soft kiss on his lips.

I pull away, leaving Matt dazed.

"Would you like to break me?" I ask. Matt seems stunned. "As payback?"

The glassiness in his eyes vanish, and Matt smiles.

We're both thinking the same thing.

A/N: TADA! 8D Okay, I lied. There will be another chapter…eventually…and I DO have a sequel planned. I'm going to leave this up to you guys…But to each his own. Matt will from now on be seen as one of the following: Mello's lover, fuck buddy, or sex slave. Whichever you prefer. I finally finished this at about 3 AM, with the flu, when I should be sleeping. You all better fucking love me. Yes. Mello did compare himself to Jesus. You know he does it. Keep posted for another chapter, OR a sequel!!! Much love! Clam Theif.