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I wrote this with my friend Dawn (Supernatural-Stalker). Look her up or else *takes out shot gun*

She wrote Mello's actions, and a few other people

I wrote Near's.

Anyway I don't own Mello, Near, Matt, ect, ect. You know the drill.

ENJOY!

Preface

Neither Near nor Mello ever thought in a million years they would ever be like this . No. Not ever. They hated each other, yet felt a burning passion for one another. Deep down. They never thought even in a trillion years that they would ever even admit it.

Near, Nate River; The anti-social albino, innocent angle of a boy. He quietly sits in his room and plays with toys all day. The Yin.

Mello, Miheal Keehl; The black clad chocoholic teen. The second smartest. Closely followed by his loyal dog, Matt. He strives to be at the top, but his emotions get in the way. The Yang.

Mello slowly made his way though Near's entrance. Listening to his whimpers and waited for them to slow and stop, to go deeper into him. This was his first time, after all. He didn't want to hurt him.

As much as he could plug his ears and scream show tunes to block out the truth, he loved this boy. More then anything. He didn't know if Near returned the feeling. Frankly, he didn't really care at the moment. As long as he was in this contact.

"Mello," Near spoke, voice cracking. Mello shook his head out of his thoughts. "Why did you stop moving? I want to feel you." Mello took his thinking to far, like he always does. Just a few minutes ago he was struggling to fight the urge to pound into the small boy, so he began distracting himself with complex equations.

Feel you? Mello thought. Does that mean that he loves me? Why would he would agree to this contact while it hurts this much? Mello began thrusting at slow, steady rhythm, drowning out most of his thoughts with Near's moans and whimpers, and the heat around his length

He suddenly felt the need, so he went faster. He saw Near's checks stain a deep red, and heard him moan deeply extreme pleasure. God he's so beautiful... Mello thought. He thrust again, earning another moan. That must be it! He started thrusting harder and faster, hitting Near's prostate over and over again, making Near shiver and scream in pleasure.

Mello felt no need to hold back what he had and pounded into him "Ah! O-oh... Oh my g-god" Mello moaned and panted, feeling Near claw his back. Mello and Near both orgasm, vision clouded by white. Completely fueled by passion. They came down from their high panting.

Mello pulled out of Near with a groan and flopped onto the empty space next to Near.

Both of them thinking the exact same thing: What the FUCK!

SHORT CHAPTER IS SHORT. But then again, all the prefaces I've read are ridiculously short. SO THAR.

SOOOOO The first chapter is going to take a while. I don't have proper access until the 25th (Christmas) SORREH.