Title: Sunshine
Pairing: Mello/Near
Rating: Not graphic at all, so I'd say T.
Warnings: Boy-love, non-graphic shagging. Written in twenty minutes in the wee hours of the morning. Woo.
Spoilers?: Not really. I suppose if you don't know who Mello and Near are, but even then not really.


It had never been like this before.

Pink chapped lips would crush roughly to his own without preamble. The rustle of hastily shed garments provided the only background noise as golden, callused hands roved over his prone form, burning with all the intensity of years of rivalry and pretend-hatred. They would move roughly, hastily together building toward that moment- and then suddenly it would be over with.

The golden boy would lift his weight from his fragile partner's chest and there would be a few minutes of rustling as articles of strewn clothing were located and donned. Then a moment's pause, followed by the resounding click of the door, and that would be that. The pale boy would be left to cold damp sheets and the fading scent of chocolate hanging in the air, taunting him with the memory of what he knew he didn't really have.

And then one day everything changed. He didn't know how or why, but rough forceful kisses became gentle pecks ghosting over his mouth. Strong hands skimmed over him, feather-light and made the muscles in his abdomen jump and twist beneath them against his will. Sapphire orbs looked into and beyond his grey irises with some nameless emotion hovering just below the surface. There were whispers, and coos, and every sweet-nothing combined, and when they finally came together it was more than an action. It was everything.

There was no rustling of clothing being gathered; no click of the door. And when he fell asleep at last (though the thoughts wouldn't stop racing through his head), it was to the sound of even breathing beside him, warmth all around him and the heavy scent of rich milky cocoa saturating every molecule of air in the room.

Nothing could have made it more perfect.

Except that he woke up with the same warmth surrounding him, the same arms encircling him, and that heady scent all around. A callused finger toyed idly with his soft, peachy lower lip as the hint of a smile lifted the corners of the blonde's own. He shut his eyes and tried to file the moment away perfectly in his memory. He wouldn't forgive himself if a single second was forgotten.

A stray beam of light flooding through the open window hit him across the face as the other boy lent down. There was a whisper. The pale boy colored visibly, a strange occurrence at the best of times. He must have been hearing things.

"Good morning, sunshine."