[What's up people? Haven't uploaded/written in a while! I was re-watching Death Note for the 50th time the other day and decided to revisit this WIP. This story is written with the mindset of just "wanting to make Near a slut/more sexual" and, as such, is OOC to a certain extent. I like to think Near is capable of being ridiculously horny, but I don't think he would ever let it get THIS far. Please keep this in mind. Enjoy!]

Day 1:

There was something odd about the situation, Commander Anthony Rester realized, his skin prickling hot, nervous sweat that quickly cooled in the low temperature of the common room. Near was never like this. He was never so… pink and fidgety. In the dead center of the room, surrounded by members of the SPK, Near squirmed and fidgeted, twirled his hair and occasionally stroked it, all with a face flush in what appeared to be, did Rester dare think it, sexual arousal…? This was just too weird. So weird, in fact, that he had to approach Stephen Gevanni about it after everyone had filed out from Headquarters for the night.

"Excuse me, Gevanni, may I have a word with you? It's about Near," Rester started, walking towards the brunet, his eyes clearly showing an acute level of nervousness. It was around 1 AM, a cool night in March, with only lighted street lamps and the occasional car breathing a semblance of life into the business district they frequently resided in. Rester's slicked back blond hair was a little looser than normal, a button already popped open on his shirt. Gevanni paused, his mouth opening slightly and eyebrows rising in interest.

"So you noticed it too, eh?" Gevanni said, pressing his outer coat a little closer to his body as he walked alongside Rester. A breeze blew by that ruffled Gevanni's fluffy, dark hair.

"Yeah... is it just me, or was Near…. Turned on?" Rester said, chuckling slightly afterwards in case Gevanni didn't see it that way. Gevanni snorted subtly, slightly taken aback by how forward Rester was being, and smiled in his direction.

"Now I'm not saying he was popping a boner under those pajama bottoms, but man, was he popping a boner under those pajama bottoms," Gevanni laughed, feeling his face flush red from the embarrassment of saying that- and to Commander Rester no less! He normally wouldn't have been so joking and inappropriate to a coworker, but then again, this situation wasn't exactly normal. Regardless, Rester laughed too, and not that awkward 'I'm uncomfortable with what you just said but I'll laugh to fill the pause' kind of laugh, but the genuine 'we're both totally freaking out about the same weird shit so let's laugh about it' kind.

"Haha, right? But, um, should we say something to Near about it?" Rester asked once he stopped laughing, his expression turning more serious. Gevanni paused, looking up thoughtfully at the passing streetlights as he considered the proposal.

"If we say something to him about it, he might deny it, or he might just do nothing about it, and I can't figure out which is worse," Gevanni said. "Let's just see how he acts tomorrow, then we can come up with a strategy plan." Rester shrugged lightly, but nodded his head in agreement.

"Sounds good, until tomorrow, Stephen," Rester said, waving a hand in farewell to Gevanni as he turned away from the smiling man, his expression relaxed. Until tomorrow.

Near was freaking out. Recently, his body had been disobedient to his will and had started doing things to him that both humiliated him and made him crave more. Near was 18 now, and while most boys would've long since gone through sexual phases when they were 14 and 15, Near never had that opportunity. He'd been… relaxed, to a certain extent, lately. Probably the most relaxed since he hit puberty. That, paired with the fact that he was mature enough now to think of the relationships of those around him in a more romantic light- Near has started a serious sexual awakening. It was partially his own fault; he was getting too comfortable now that everything was starting to fall in place, and he had, admittedly, a lot of time for his mind to wander. With such attractive people surrounding him, it's no wonder he would start having dirty thoughts about them. Being constantly horny kinda did that to you.

It was always the worst when either Rester or Gevanni got close to him. Yes, admiring them from afar was still absurdly stimulating, but if Rester were to hand him a phone and their fingers brushed, or if Gevanni passed him a file and Near gazed into those gorgeous baby blue eyes, Near would feel his body react almost immediately. The close proximity also made smells so much clearer. Rester didn't wear any cologne, but the smell of his body soap and, if he was lucky, lingering sweat, was overwhelming. Gevanni, on the other hand, wore a masculine, but light, cologne that entranced Near like a poison. Both smells were like aphrodisiacs to Near, and just a whiff could give him an erection lasting for more than 4 hours. Honestly, it was a huge pain in his ass. Near could almost taste the teenage angst on his tongue but he honestly couldn't focus on anything other than his seemingly uncontrollable sexual urges. Nice.

And, now he was getting horny again. He might've tried to force his body into obedience, but the SPK headquarters was completely empty… and he had been repressing an almost never-ending boner for several hours already. A little indulgence wouldn't hurt, would it? Decided, Near leaned down until his back was flat on the floor, eyes surveying his surroundings. The computers that were normally operated by Lidner or Gevanni were soundless and dark, empty desk chairs circling them. Rester was no longer standing patiently by his side, but his lack of presence was almost more noticeable. Knowing what he was about to do here made him feel filthy, and it made his cock twitch visibly through his pajama pants. His cheeks flushed and he began aimlessly rubbing the front of his pants, eyes gazing around the room and feeling himself stiffen at the lewdness of the situation. He then closed his eyes and began fantasizing.

Doubting there was anything truly meaningful about the order of his thoughts, Near offhandedly noticed that the first thing he thought of was Rester wearing only a towel, his muscular chest and stomach dripping with water from a recently taken shower. The Rester of Near's fantasy turned around and the towel simply... slipped off, exposing a perfect, muscular ass. He turned his body slightly to expose a flaccid, but incredibly fat cock that Near had gazed at multiple times in the form of a bulge in the front of his suit pants. Fantasy Rester stroked his cock languidly, bringing it to a lovely, stiff erection in seconds. Near, the Near that was still laying in the center of the SPK's main room, moaned wantonly, his dick hardening further and hand dipping down below his waistband. He clamped his eyes shut, teeth pressing on a pink, full lower lip, focusing fully on his fantasy as a hand lightly tugged on his dick. Next, an image of Gevanni popped up, but he was only clad in a pair of hip-hugging pants. The young brunet leaned against fantasy Rester, whispering something into the flank of Rester's neck and chuckled lowly, moving away from the man to give Near a strip show. Tugging down tight pants past his hip bones, fanasty Gevanni's slender but long cock bounced out. Fantasy Gevanni pressed himself against Rester's erection, comparing the two massive cocks, and at that moment, Near came prematurely.

Gasping sharply, Near opened his eyes in real life and watched his pale hand jerk vigorously, several squirts of white cum shooting across his shirt and some even hitting his face. And it felt soooo good. Gasping short, choppy moans as his hand continued popping up and down over his (admittedly small) cock, Near milked every last obscene drop of his milk onto himself. The pungent aroma of semen, mixed with traces of Near's sweat, was now wafting up to his nose. An overwhelming sense of shame washed over Near as he looked down at his cum-covered torso and softening cock, and he quickly began unbuttoning his shirt and scrubbing the droplets of cum that hit his face.

Despite his hasty actions and shame, Near couldn't stop thinking about how sexy Commander Rester and Gevanni were. As much as he wanted to completely wipe away every dirty thought of the two men, he couldn't help but continue to be aroused and fascinated by them. In fact, his cock twitched just thinking their names.

Work tomorrow was going to be a bitch.