Thank you @poptart19194 for requesting a part two!

The young angel opened his weary eyes, tears welling in the corners. He had only been in the underworld for about a month, but it felt like an eternity. At first, he had hoped that the angels would rescue him, but that hope faded as the number of visits from his captor increased.

The boy's robe had been torn to shreds. What little fabric was left behind clung to the boy's hips, barely covering his bottom half.

His arms were chained above his head, and he could just sit semi-comfortably on the ground. He tried to shift his body into a more comfortable position, but was met with a loud cracking sound from his sore, stiff shoulders. A sound of discomfort escaped from the poor angel's mouth, and a tear slipped down his cheek.

The door to the dark, damp room opened, and the angel's captor entered.

"I see you've awaken once again, lovely little angel," the demon said, making his way over to the helpless, frightened angel. Mello would often beat Near until he passed out, and would then resume once he had awaken. Near wasn't quite sure what the demon got out of beating him, but he didn't really care, he only wanted it to stop.

"Have you finally decided to give in?" Mello asked, looking at the bruised and beaten angel. Near knew exactly what he meant, Mello asked him this question every time he would arrive to see him.

In order for the beatings to subside, Near had to agree to completely submit to Mello and do everything he said, thus becoming his toy.

Near stayed quiet, biting his lip in anticipation of what he knew was coming. He wanted the beatings to stop, but not this way. He would do anything else, but never even thought he would consider this, until he did.

Mello smirked, "what a strong little angel I've found," he brought his face close to the angel's ear, "don't worry, little angel, I have many ways I can attempt to break you..."

Near closed his eyes, just as he heard the familiar sound of a whip sliding across the ground. He thought about biting his tongue to stop himself from talking, but was too late.

"Wait," his weak voice sounded in the room, and he felt ashamed at how pathetic it sounded.

"Hmm, what is it?" Mello smirked, locking eyes with Near, who found it difficult to keep eye contact with the intimidating demon.

"I'll do it," he sighed, dropping his eyes to the floor and immediately feeling relief at finally having given in. The demon's smirk immediately grew wider, and he decided to play with the angel a little more, because he hadn't done that enough.

"What is it that you'll do, my lovely little angel?" He said, teasing the small, pale boy. Near took a deep breath, holding it in for a number of seconds while he swallowed his pride.

"I'll submit, I'll do whatever you want," he finally said, for the boy was certain that nothing the demon could do to him once he submitted could be as awful as the beatings he had been subjected to in the past month.

The demon put his pointer and middle finger under the angel's chin, forcing him to look into his eyes

"Well done, little angel," with those words, he tilted the angel's head to the side, and sunk his teeth into the left side of his lower neck.

Near let out a strained sound, not sure if what he was feeling should be considered pain or pleasure. The place the demon's mouth occupied began to burn intensely. The angel closed his eyes tightly, and tried to shift away from the awful feeling, but to no avail.

The demon pulled away, and gently pressed his lips to the angel's. When he pulled away, he looked lovingly into Near's eyes.

"I've marked you, you belong to me now," he used a key to unchain the angel, "go see," he looked to a floor-length mirror that sat across the room from the two.

The angel stood slowly, keenly aware that the demon was watching his every move, like a predator hunting their prey. He slowly made his way to the mirror, and looked at his own reflection. He was terribly thin, not that he had ever been large, but he was thinner than usual, and his body was covered in bruises, everywhere but his face.

He shook his head and focused on the mark the demon had made. At first glance, it looked like a regular hickey, but upon closer inspection, it became increasingly evident that there was a red symbol in the middle of the hickey-like mark.

Mello slowly approached Near from behind. He wrapped his arms around the angel's thin waist, making the angel jump slightly. He began to calm down once he felt the demon's warmth on his back, and found himself leaning into the warmth.

"That is my mark. The other demons will not bother you now, that mark will protect you," Near was unsure that a mark could protect him from the other demons, but tried to shove his anxieties to the back of his mind.

Mello spun Near around and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. He lightly brushed the angel's cold skin with his fingertips, making goose bumps arise in a path which followed his fingers.

"You are so beautiful, sweet angel. I never thought I could love something as pure as yourself," Mello spoke quietly, his voice just above a whisper, and his lips still touching Near's. Near almost jumped at the mention of the word love, but thought that maybe love meant something different in the underworld. What he and the demon had been through was nothing like the idealized version of love he had learned about in the heavens.

The demon pressed their lips together once more. The angel raised his hand, gently nestling it in the demon's beautiful blond hair. When their lips parted once more, the angel asked the question that had been on his mind since he agreed to this.

"What will you do with me now?" Near asked, afraid to hear the answer. Mello looked into his eyes, and lovingly brushed some of the boy's messy white hair away from his face before answering,

"I will treasure you, my lovely little angel."