Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note or the characters within it; I'm just playing with them.

A/N: So, about a year ago I guess, I wrote a little one shot called "Until the Next Life", well, this is the "The Next Life".

This is just the first part; I hope to have more up soon.

It'd be great and make a little more sense if you read the one shot then this.

Enjoy, reviews are loved.

Mail POV

I felt the needle pierce my skin; just a sharp sting and then I pushed the plunger down. My eyes rolled back into my head as the coke hit my system. I sat on the cement floor, back pressed to the wall behind me. My ass was numb, my shoulders ached with bruises and my hands were shaking with slight withdrawal.

I took a deep breath and relaxed as the shaking stopped and the cold faded away, being replaced by the warmth of the coke.

I shot upright in my bed; I could still feel the needle under my skin, the coke crawling through my veins. It was disturbing, but by this time, I was used to it.

I grabbed my phone from under my pillow and quickly typed a message to Nate.

Nate, I shot up coke last night. The drugs are getting heavier.

I looked at the time. 'Fuck, its only 4:30…I guess I'm getting up now.'

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, my feet touched the cold floor. It didn't matter that the floor was carpeted, it was still cold.

"Damn, why does this piece of shit apartment have to be so fucking cold all the time?" the bathroom light was clicked on and my bladder relieved.

My phone buzzed in my pocket as I walked through the living room. Pulling it out, I glanced at the message.

I'm correct in assuming that you meant in the dream, right? I rolled my eyes.

No, Nate. I was bored and went out to shoot up some coke. Of course it was in the dream, you dumbass.

Dropping some bread into the toaster and, getting the coffee started, I went back to the living room and hit the power button on the TV, throwing myself down on the couch. Some lady was yelling about how I was a lazy slop and I needed to get a job and she knew how.

"I'm not going to sell myself on the corner like you did!" I yelled back at the TV. Once again, the phone buzzed next to me on the couch.

Mail, there is no need to be a smartass. I was asking, just to be sure. I know you dislike drugs but you've had a hard life. I rolled my eyes again, slightly annoyed with his reply. The dull popping sound from the kitchen alerted me that my toast was done. Then the coffee maker buzzed too. "Breakfast equals done!"

I know what kind of life I've had to live; I've been living it every day for the past 17 years. Anyway, that's not the point of this conversation. What am I going to do about the dreams? I can't live like this.

I buttered the toast then made my coffee, just the way I like it, so bitter that… 'What? That who wouldn't like it?'

Well, I told you like three years ago to go see a doctor about them. But you don't listen. Want me to take you?

Hell no. I'm not going to the doctor for this, if I go to the doctor and tell them that I'm having dreams about a past life where I killed myself from a drug overdose, they'd commit me. I can deal with it, I just don't like it.

I set the plate aside after finishing the toast, watching the slightly fuzzy TV picture as I sipped the now lukewarm coffee.

Then I don't know how to help you. I'll talk with you about it but you know I'm not a doctor.

I know that. I just need someone to talk it out with. Thanks for helping, Nate.

I clicked the TV off and set the cup on the plate. Pushing my fat ass off the couch, I slouched back into my bedroom, hoping to grab a few more hours of sleep before I really had to start the day.

Yeah, whatever, BTW, you have today off.

I stared at the message, and then glanced at the clock; it was five on the dot. "What the hell. " I lay down on my bed, hoping that sleep would come soon.

And it did.

His voice reached my sleep drugged mind. "Matty, move over."

"No…" I moaned out sleepily. He just nudged me over gently. "No!"

"Hush, love, it's just me."

"Mells?" my eyes barely opened.

"Yeah, love, its Mells." He said as he climbed in next to me. "Are you okay love?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. I took something to help me sleep. It's hard to sleep when I'm s0 stressed."

"I know. Go to sleep."

"No, it hasn't kicked in yet. I was just dozing." I said as I kissed him.

"Matty, I don't think that this is a good idea." He said even as he ran his hands down my body and tucked me beneath him.

"Sounds like an awesome idea if you ask me." I thrust my tongue into his mouth when he opened it to say that it didn't. I groaned and pushed my hips into his.

I pulled his shirt over his head and threw it across the room where it landed on the floor. My shirt soon followed, as did the rest of our clothing.

He sucked my neck and bit down softly, gaining a pleasured moan from me. "Mello, god, please baby, please, give it to me! Please!" I cried out as I grabbed his hips and pulled down, causing my cock to rub his.

My eyes slid close, my mouth opening so I could breathe deeper, moan louder. I felt him move his hand under the pillow.

I opened my eyes and stared up at him as he put some lube on his fingers. "Matty, baby, open your legs for me, love." I nodded shyly and moved to obey him.

He pushed his finger in gently and met with little resistance from the tight ring. I moaned and pushed down on his finger, ever eager for more pleasure. A second finger joined the first and pain flashed through my body before the please returned and a cry escaped me. He thrust his fingers into me, gently at first then worked up the pace. I threw my head back and moaned loudly as he hit my prostate.

"Please, Mello! Please! I need more!" I called as I raised my hips and pushed down onto his fingers as he thrust in a third finger. "No, Mello, I can't wait, I need you! I want you in me, please!"

He nodded into my shoulder where his head had fallen, biting and sucking the skin there, and pulled his fingers from my body. He grabbed the lube and quickly used it on his cock. "Are you ready, love?"

"Yes, god dammit, Mello, just do it." I said as I grabbed his cock and lined him up with my entrance. I started to push down onto him but he stopped me.

"No, Matty, stop, you'll hurt yourself doing that." he explained before he gently pushed into me.

"Ah Mello, faster!" I sighed as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I felt him slid deeper into the burning heat that was my body.

Pulling out until just the head was in me; he picked up my hips and slammed back in to me. I screamed in pleasure, colors bursting in my head, and thrust up at him as much as I could with him holding me.

He continued with this until I was moaning and screaming his name loudly, for all of Wammy's to hear.

"Please, Mello, please. I need to come, please!" He slammed in faster and, wrapping his hand around my cock and pumping it, he ran his thumb over my slit.

I bit his shoulder, muffling my scream of pleasure as I came all over us both and clamped down on his cock still thrusting into me. He soon followed me into the ecstasy of orgasm.

When I woke up, I was sticky with my own release, sweaty and sated, yet not.

I sat up, and just sat there, confused for a moment before realizing what had just happened. I grabbed my phone and called Nate.

"Mail, do you need something?" his voice was echoing.

"We were lovers. Not just friends." I said, still shocked. "Where the hell are you?"

"In the bathroom, I was taking a shower. What do you mean, you were lovers? Who do you mean?"

"Oh, okay. My dreams, this time it was about us having sex."

"When was it?"

"Before the drugs, but I must have taken something because it was hazy to begin with, and I was asleep at first so it must have been a sleeping pill."

"Right, so you had sex with him… great, so now what do you do?"

"That's what I was hoping you could tell me, because I don't know." There was silence on the other line, other than the static that still came through.

"I'm sorry, Mail. I wish I could tell you what to do. I would if I could, you know that."

"I know thanks anyway, Nate."

Mikael POV

"Fuck you. I hate you!" I yelled as I slammed the door to the house that had been my home for just over two weeks. I stormed down the street, key in hand, looking around for where I had parked the bike after I got home last night.

"Mikael, come back here!" Light yelled back just as childishly as I had.

"No, I don't think so." I had found the motorcycle, closer to the house then I usually parked it.

"Mikael, your mother will kill me if you leave. You know that she wants you here."

"Yeah, and you think I care?" I called back as I mounted the bike.

"Mikael, please, come back." He was walking down the walkway, moving slowly like he was approaching a wild animal.

I just shook my head at him, starting the bike before roaring down the street and away from one of the only people I knew in this city.

I drove around for a bit before deciding that I didn't feel comfortable in the upper city. I rode down to downtown, watching as the city slowly fell apart the further I got from Light's house.

I finally stopped in front of a shitty little bar, half wishing that I had a car and not an easy to steal motorcycle. Taking the key, and hoping that the bike was still here when I came back, I went inside.