Paradise Lost

A/N: Karaage- I actually had a lot of fun with this. Translations at the bottom.

A/N: Demon’s Sinner- Mello goes back to an old way of life. When you ain’t got cash you find ways to survive.

Ch. 2 The Grass is Greener (Mello’s story)

It was cold... London was always cold though. Thankfully, the young blond had his jacket and gloves or else he would be frozen. The boy had known what he had to do the moment he left Wammy's. He walked the streets in darkness with his shirt ripped at the middle to show off his stomach and tan skin. He sat with his back against a brick storefront in the red light district listlessly watching cars go by. Women getting in then out by the hours. Three days and all he had to show for running away was that he was half starved.

A limo drove up and a window rolled down. A guy looked out, pointed to Mello, and motioned for him to come closer. One of the women turned and nudged the blond. He stood up slowly on long legs and walked over. He looked in the window with a sultry smirk. "Good evening," he purred.

The man smiled at him. "Good evening." He said, his American accent thick with a city twang. "I was wondering if you could show me how great London really is." He smirked at the boy. Mello's blue/green eyes sparkled as he leaned into the window a bit. "Of course I'll even give you a traveler's discount. 100 pounds. Trust me one night and you'll never forget England."

He hummed with approval. "I bet." He said producing the bills. "My hotel is not that far away." He said with a smile.

"Which one? I'd like to see your room. I bet it looks just as amazing as you."

"The Claridges." He smirked and opened the door for him.

Mello slid in and smiled at him. "How exciting, such a nice place." He leaned against the man and batted his eyes at him. "I hope you don't mind me saying this but how do you want your tour to go? Fast and hard or slow and easy?"

He chuckled, closing the door and signaling to the driver to head back. "So straight forward." He smirked. "A bit of both actually."

"Of course. I only want to show you all my city has to offer." He ran long fingers over the man's chest. "Where are you from?"

He chuckled and hummed. "I'm from Los Angeles." He said as he leaned down and run his lips over Mello's jaw and neck.

"City of Angels..." Mello purred as he tilted his head. "You are a long way from home."

He pulled back a bit and smirked. "Business calls." He said as he ran his hands down Mello's back. "What's your name?"

"You can call me Mello. What sort of business?"

"Mello.. I like that." He said with a smile. "I'm in retail." He said with a smirk.

As if he was stupid. "Sales huh? Me too, I'm in personal sales."

He laughed. "You’re clever. Much better than that bimbo I picked up yesterday. She wouldn't even talk to me." He said as he kissed Mello's neck.

"It doesn't take a genius to suck dick."
"Yes, but conversation is nice too, once in a while." He stated as he ran his hand up the blonde's shirt, running his fingertips up his spine.

Mello moaned softly as he arched into the touch. "Most men rather have their friends not speak." The blond was being witty as well as sexual. With a hundred pounds, he could buy a good meal. "You must be starved for attention. I can give it to you."

He smirked. "I'm not most men." He said as he sucked on the blonde's pulse. "I tend to intimidate people, so I don't get a lot of conversations."

"I love conversations with such an intelligent person." He moaned a little more pressing closer to him.

The limo pulled up to a huge luxury hotel that looked like a palace more then anything and the man pulled back as the door opened. He smirked at the blonde, stepped out, and helped Mello out of the car. He stepped out and leaned against him. The place looked great. He took the blonde hand and led him inside the place. It was huge and very high class. He led him up a huge grand staircase, then to an elevator off to the side. He opened it with his room key and pulled the blonde inside, hitting the button. "So, Mello, what do you think?" He asked with a smirk.

"It looks amazing. One of the best I've ever been to." He wondered through and looked at a painting on the wall. "For a copy of Starry Night this isn't bad. The real thing looks better though."

He chuckled as the elevator dinged and opened to a foyer. He led the blonde out and to the door opposite them. "I'm glad you like it." He said with a smirk. He opened the door with his room key and pulled him in and put the do not disturb sign on the door before shutting and locking it.

"Make yourself at home." He said as he kicked off his shoes and shrugged out of his suit jacket. He walked over to the bar, poured himself a shot, and pulled his tie off.

Mello watched him before going to the bar and pulled himself up on the counter. It was interesting to see the place. "You have great taste. So you're in retail huh? I bet I could guess."

He chuckled before throwing back the shot. "I would like to hear your guesses." He said as he unbuttoned his office shirt.

"?? ???????? ?????? ?? ???????????????" (1) he asked fluently in Russian.

He froze and looked at him. "Quite a few, actually."

"From the gold cuff links and the room I would say Russian Mafia." He crossed his legs and leaned back. "But you aren't so high in ranking if you're here. I also know that you have a lot of scars from bullet wounds."

The man mouth fell open. He stared at the blonde incredibly. "Very clever." He said as he finished unbuttoning his shirt. "How did you figure it out?" He asked curiously, with a smirk.

He smirked and giggled. "I'm a genius."

He chuckled. "That you are." He said as he reached behind him, took the beretta from his waistband, set it on the bar, and undid his cuff links, before taking off his shirt. The teen looked at the weapon before picking it up. He looked it over before glancing at the guy and then putting it down. "Nice 9 millimeter."

"Thanks." He said as he wiggled a finger at him.

He jumped down and walked over to him. "What is your name?'

He smirked. "Call me Rod."

He nodded and pressed himself against the older man. "So what shall we play?"

He hummed as he looked at the blonde. "Follow me." He said as he grabbed his beretta and walked off towards one of the bedrooms. He placed the gun on the nightstand and sat down on the king sized four-poster bed, and watched the blonde. Mello followed keeping his eyes on the gun. He really didn't want to deal with that if this went bad. Mafia... He really shouldn't be doing this. Rod looked at the blonde. "Don't worry, safety is on." He wiggled a finger at Mello.

A smile slowly slid across his face as he laughed. "Not really what I was worried about." He walked over swinging his hips as he moved. The blond was using every trick he had learned back in Russia on this man. He had to get out of here... Maybe if he was good enough he could go to LA with him. Rod watched him with hungry eyes. He leaned back and licked his lips.

The blond slid his black jacket to the floor and shed his gloves. "You look stressed. Maybe I could help you relax."

He hummed and smirked. "Maybe." He watched the blonde's every movement as he got up and pulled the comforter off the bed, revealing plush cotton sheets the color of crimson. He got back up on the bed and watched the blonde strip.

Mello put on a bit of a show for him. He turned and slowly slid his pants down his legs, showing off his tight ass. His skin was tan from being out in the sun all the time back at Wammy's.

Rod hummed in approval. "Nice ass." He said as he unzipped his pants and tugged them down a bit to relieve pressure to his boner.

"All for you." He looked at Rod with a smirk as he moved closer and moved up on the bed. His hands moved over the man's thighs and leaned in close.

He chuckled and pulled his pants down and then off. He sat there in his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, his arousal very noticeable. He smirked at him, before he pulled him into a deep kiss. Mello gasped but kissed back wrapping his arms around the bald man's neck. He straddled the man's waist and ground his hips against Rod's cock. Rod moaned and pulled him closer. He pulled away, trailed his lips down Mello’s neck, sucked, and bit at the flesh, his hands grabbing the blonde's ass and massaging it.

He let his head fall back and moaned as he ran his hands over Rod's chest. The blond moved down kissing and licking at the older man's neck and chest working his way down to the clothed erection. His soft lips moving over the cock, rubbing the fabric over it.

He moaned loudly, lacing his fingers in the blonde locks, as he watched him. Mello slowly slid his fingers into the boxer briefs pulling them down. Rod lifted his hips to help him and moaned loudly as the cold air hit his erection. The blond leaned down and licked the tip. He moaned loudly and bucked his hips.

Mello took him into his mouth sucking and licking the cock. He ran his tongue over the erection purring around him. He gasped and moaned deeply, arching and thrusting into that hot mouth.

He pulled back and moved to hover over the hard length. "Do you want me?"

Rod smirked and pushed the blonde back on the bed and pulled the blonde's legs up and propped them on his shoulders as he reached over to the night stand and grabbed a bottle of lube an a condom. He opened it, placed it on his cock, and poured lube on it. He then ran two fingers over it and placed them at his entrance, teasing it. "Oh yes, very much." He purred.

"G-Good... Show me how much..." He shifted his hips and pressed back onto the fingers.

He grinned and pushed them in, stretching him gently. "Oh I will." He leaned down and kissed him deeply.

Mello moaned moving his hips with the digits. It wasn't hard since he knew how this worked. Things he learned in Russia were things that would help him survive. "P-Please... I-I want it..."

He removed his fingers, rubbed the lube over his cock, and thrust into the blonde, gently, moaning loudly.

He shook and moaned loudly. "Yes!" He stared up at Rod and wrapped his arms around his neck kissing him deeply.

Rod smirked and kissed him back just as hungrily, thrusting in and out fast and deep, but with care and gentleness. He moaned and cried out in pleasure. Mello rocked his hips with Rod matching his thrusts as they kissed. Rod increased the pace, shifting and hitting the blonde's prostate. His breathe was ragged and slide his tongue into the blonde's mouth teasing his tongue as he fucked him into the mattress.

The young teen was moaning and begging for more as he allowed himself to be fucked. He was working out in his mind how he could get Rod to bring him to L.A. with him.

Rod reached between them and started to stroke his cock in time with his thrusts, showing him great care and gentleness as he fucked him into the mattress hitting his prostate repeatedly.

Mello had to think about something other than the man pounding into him in order to even feel aroused. Now that Rod wanted him to cum with him he had to rack his mind for someone to focus on. The only one he could think of was Matt. He closed his eyes and imaged the redhead was over him. He pictured the other teen pounding into him and touching him.

He was so close, he kissed him deeply as he rubbed his thumb over the tip of Mello's cock as he arched and moaned. The blond tightened his inner muscles around the older man as he moaned. He wanted to scream out but bit his lip to keep from shouting Matt's name. He moaned out as he came still pretending Matt was touching him.

Rod came hard and collapsed. He laid there for a moment before pulling out and rolling over, panting. He pulled the condom off, leaned over, and dropped it into the waist basket. He then pulled the sheet over them and looked at Mello. "You’re amazing.." He smiled at the blonde.

Mello smirked as he propped himself up on his elbow running his fingertips over the man's bare chest. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. Unlike those other whores, I have more brains. It helps being a boy myself, means I know what you'll like better than anyone."

He chuckled and smiled at the boy. "Yeah... never met someone like you before..."

The younger boy brushed blond hair from his eyes and leaned forward to kiss him when the door burst open and a large man pointed a gun at them. Mello rolled and snatched the Rod's gun clicking the safety off and cocking it in one smooth move. He twisted and shot the guy between the eyes. He placed the gun back down and turned back to Rod with an angel's smile. "So you were saying?"

Rod sat there with his mouth hanging open. He looked at Mello. "What kind of fucking whore are you?!"

"I'm the kind that can make you Don in only a two years."

He looked at him and slowly grinned wickedly. "I’m listening."

Mello sat up and told Rod that he wasn't just some common street whore. He wasn't stupid, unlike those girls; Mello could speak at least seven different languages and could read and write in 12. "I told you before I was smart," he purred.

He grinned. "How do you like the weather in California?" He chuckled as he leaned in and kissed him deeply.

"Never been. I hear it's so much warmer than this shit hole," he said his accent shifting from British to flawless American.

He grinned wickedly. "It is. Anything you want from room service, while I clean that up." He said motioning to the guy. "Make yourself at home. We leave in 2 days." He kissed him deeply again, sucking on his bottom lip before getting up and walking over to his cell phone and picking it up and dialing a number. After a moment, he started talking rapidly in Russian, with a very thick natural accent.

Mello listened in to every word as he took the hotel phone. He dialed room service and ordered everything chocolate.

Some heavy came and cleaned up the body and then left. Rod then explained to him that he would be in and out during the next two days. He then told him that he had the run of the place and if he got hungry just order room service, but not to go out of the room. He went and shut the door and locked it and bolted it. "I'm going to take a shower."

"Want me to join you?" the blond purred as he laid on the bed like a panther or tiger.

He chuckled. "Only if you want to.."

He got up, moved with a dancer’s grace to Rod, and pressed himself close. "So what does this make me? Your pet?"

"Yes." He said as he led the blonde into the marble bathroom and turned on the shower.

For the rest of the night Mello showed off his talents to Rod. He was making sure the other would crave him more and more.

(1) How many languages ??do you speak? (Russian)