A/N: Cher's Believe inspired my story, as well as Angels in America and Lady Gaga's Poker Face (Piano and Voice Version).
AU.
Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape or form own Deathnote or it's character's used in this stories.
He steps out onto the stage. He glitters gold.
"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the stage, the infamous Mello!"
He sounds like seraphim and computers, he moans a piercingly high note.
"I cry joy and silver tears…"
The fans clamor round the stage, in ardor and worship.
"I sing of those lovely years…"
A cloud of white hair stands among them, gazing in wonder at this god with golden hair. With tanned skin.
With eyes that bore eternity into your soul.
"When you once held me tight, as we fell into the night."
The fan shudders at his song, intensely intimate, burning and close, played out to pop lyrics.
His siren song sounds more AI-Angel than human.
"I sing of those times…"
The spotlight shines over the crowd, and pauses over the flows of silver hair, the singer sends his glowing gaze over to the boy, who stands like a marble statue among the men and women who writhe and moan.
"When you taught me to fly. When you taught me feel. When you taught…when you taught me to healllll…"
He whispers the last word, and makes it last. It gives the white haired boy an erection. He walks out onto the edge of the stage, and bends down eye to eye with his fan. He gives him his hand, and as the boy takes it, he gives the golden idol his burning heart.
"Tell me your name, honey."
He lowers the microphone to his symphonic lover's lips.
"My name….is Near
"Well Near, would you dance with me?"
The boy named Near shudders, he speaks very softly into the microphone.
"I'd very much like that."
With a tug, Near is pulled onto the stage, landing against a bronzed chest wrapped in a leather vest. Gentle arms wrap around his petite form, and he's swept into an intimate gliding of bodies.
"You taught me to see again…
Near pants violently as he listens to the excited heartbeat of his god.
"You taught me to be again. To be a lover and a friend."
The arena looks like an impressionist painting, and Near feels nothing but the heat in his and his god's bodies. He looks up to see a pair of eyes reflecting his hazy excitement and feels a hand press into his groin. Near groans and buries his face deeper into the leather clad chest. He shakes in God's arms as the hand slowly kneads his tight fitting jeans, driving him closer and closer to those seconds of rapture.
"I can finally see…"
Near's sweating now, and gently thrashing in strong arms as those sublime hands work with steady speed.
"Just who I can be, and that I can finally be free…"
He cries out as ecstasy pours forth from his body, and he looses all feeling in his legs.
"Hush now, I've got you sweetheart." Mello coos tenderly to his small fan as he slowly returns to his senses. They stare into each others eyes with push, strike and kill seriousness. A smile graces both of their lips and Mello walks Near to the edge of the stage, where he once more lowers him into the crowd.
"Thanks for the dance, babe."
"I love you Mello, I love you." Near quietly mumbles to his God.
He's looked at carefully for a moment, and with the words that spill forth, it's as if the discarded pop tracks go silent, and the whirlpool of strangers disappear.
"I love you too Near, I always will."
And with a smile and a quick stroke of the cheek, Mello's back up, finishing his song. Near doesn't hear it, he hears those words. He hears them loud and clear, like wedding bells, ringing in his mind.
His glittery god loves him.
He loves him.