Like a total prostitute.

Matt's PoV.

His eyes were blurry, and his legs couldn't manage to carry his body mass for much longer. When he hit the ground he scratched his knee, and whined like a little kid. He could take cuts and hits, but not a single scratch on his knee? I sighed and walked towards him, helped him up and let him rest on my shoulder for a while until I whispered.
"Would you think I was a perv if I helped you?" The truth was that I was indeed a perv, and had had not so innocent thoughts about the blond. But, I would never dream of hurting or touching him while he was in this condition.
"What the fuck" He muttered and nodded slightly, "Just … help me Ok?" His voice was lower than I had expected. I nodded, happy that he let me help him and that he didn't seem to recognize me. I, who had been watching him for more than a month and seen how he let his clients treat him. No!, I didn't actually saw them when they did it, but I could see the marks and scars on his arms and neck.

I supposed that this was a clients fault. He was beaten blue. He never questioned why I was there, in a small dark dirty alley or why I helped him. My apartment was only a few blocks away, but the blond was in no condition of walking. I helped him into my car, and then drove to my apartment. Neither of us did utter a word under the trip. The car silently stopped and I pulled out the key, rose from my seat and leaved the car to help him out. He was obviously in pain, and it tore my insides apart. I didn't even know his name, but to see anyone this hurt made me feel bad. Especially when I knew where he had gotten those injuries.

Finally entering my small smoky apartment I could feel him relax against my shoulder. He tore off his high leather boots took a couple of steps before falling down in the couch. I froze with my mouth slightly opened. From my angle all I could see was his ass, pouting slightly upwards due the arm rest of the couch. His leather pants were tight and made his ass look even better than it could without them, or could it? I didn't know back then. I cleared my throat and stripped myself of my jacket and shoes. By the smell of him he wasn't clean, and I doubted that he had taken a shower this week. "You want to clean yourself up?" I asked, because I was certainly not going to help him. Not that I didn't want to, I would love to, but I didn't want to entice my already strong instinct to rape him. Maybe not rape him, but you get the picture?

He nodded and got up on his feet, moving towards the bathroom. But I stopped him in the doorframe. "Wait.." I said, and I guess he heard my insecure tone because he smirked slightly. "Can you tell me your name?" I asked, not noticing that I was biting my lower lip.
"Mello" He said and then closed the door between us.

I tasted the name in my thoughts before walking off from the door; I didn't want to catch myself at sneak-peeking. I rested on the couch, playing my DS. But my thoughts were elsewhere, they were with Mello. Mello, I tasted the name again and thought about the hundred times I've seen him walked up and down the street. He always returned to the same alley around 2 pm, and I figured that it was his so called home. That's how I could find him this night. I had grown worried when he left with a client in the early night, not returning for hours. I acted kind of stalkish, but what if I was? I didn't care, and I had no friends to tell me how wrong it was to stalk a prostitute that I didn't even know the name of. I never encountered him, and lucky for me he never mistook me for a client. At last I could hear how the shower stopped, and how Mello was moving again. I could feel my heart beat inside my striped shirt; I quickly turned my attention to the game to prevent the rapid heartbeats.

"Fuck!" I could hear him hiss, even though the door still was shut. " Hey! You the guy who helped me, can you help me again?" He asked, and I smirked. He didn't know my name, of course he didn't because I never told him. I rolled my eyes and knocked on the bathroomdoor. "Yeah?" I asked and Mello said, almost immediately. "Come in"