Ok I'm not going to give any introduction. Just read and tell me what you think.

When the cards are turned

Mello's POV

I stood, leaning against the computer table, glaring at my rival again. It's been three years now since the Kira investigation, I only came here today because I've heard the telecast concerning the recent case which heavily resembled the Kira case, however Near prefers to refer it as C-Kira (cheap Kira), for me I rather just call it bull. All of it was crap, and as much as I hate to admit it, I am 100% in support to Near's decision to ignore, or more accurately shove it aside. Now, all was to do was wait and see what happens next, either this Kira strikes or does something stupid or whatever, but Near wouldn't be very bothered anyways. Damn, just thinking about that fact makes me mad, that bigheaded twit, so damn freakin' cold! He's not even the least bit wavered that a guy who was presumed to be dead was standing right here, right now, staring right at him.

Near's POV

I knew that Mello would never let himself be killed in such a trivial manner, and as 99.9% of the time, I'm always right, this was included in those times. He was silent, spare the chocolate munching, just standing in his usual huffed up way that he carried himself. Nothing has change, he still hated my guts, I could tell by the intensity of the glares he was shooting at me like bullets drilling into my soul.

He finally finished his bar, crunching up the foil, while I continued my silent placing of tarot cards, I was already down to my 47th card building, and around four feet tall one, I was aiming for 12 feet for this one, then I would move on to my masterpiece, 30 foot card tower.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Mello bouncing his chocolate wrapper, a small smirk curling up on his lips, one that I've grown quite use to, looking at that expression, I was 89% certain of what he was about to do as he always did back at Wammy's.

"Mello, before doing what you are going to do-"

"So you know what I'm thinking now?" His voice was agitated, no surprise there.

"Yes, 89% positive. And so I must warn you, if you do decide to take that course of action, I will not forgive you." I emphasized.

"Hmph!" I heard his huff and the sound of cards collapsing on one another. Slowly, I dusted the cards that landed on my head, removing them from my body. I scanned the surroundings, everything was ruined, five days of hard work, stacking one after another, now completely ruin, not a single construction was spared.

I turned over, narrowing my eyes at the blonde, who was biting his lips to stop from laughing out loud. Mello, this person was certainly intriguing, his nature, was it always to be difficult and rebellious? I looked straight into his blue eyes, something evil…just as L had said and the same goes for me, I suppose. L, I like the man, he was interesting as well, but I never actually thought much of him until that day, the day he chose Mello and me to be his successors, the day he shattered the hopes and dreams of many orphans at Wammy's. L…he was evil, I learned that day, that's why I decided to continue his legacy, that's why…I like him.

But Mello, I've always like him, he was special. He wasn't ugly like L or myself, evil as it may seem for him, he was still human, something that can be touch, that's why he will never defeat me, that's why he can't ever be L. He had compassion, emotions, honesty, more than what L and I ever claimed, and yet the two of us are called justice, even though all we care about are our own goals. Well, I suppose Mello has his own goals as well, but they seemed more…beautiful, in a way, that's why…I like him.

Mello's POV

What the heck was this kid staring at? I just knocked over his entire card kingdom haven, and all he does is stare.

"What? I thought you wouldn't forgive me if I knocked them over." my itchy mouth opened.

Finally he blinked, turning to the puppet which he wore on his index and middle finger. I couldn't be sure, but one was of me, I think, and the other was himself. Ugh, just looking at the two so closely together made me sick, even if they were puppets, nothing which resembled the two of us, should ever be that close.

"Yes, as I said I will not forgive you." he was monotonous, waving his other index finger which had another puppet which I would take as L, but it wasn't a very good looking one at that. Now that I've looked closer, the puppet of me seemed very intricately constructed. Did he made those himself? Why would he make mine better than the rest?

"What? That's it? You're not going to do anything?" there was no answer, instead Near went on picking up two cards, stacking them in a triangular shape. Damn, this kid makes my blood boil.

Near's POV

I was going to ignore Mello until he finally got bored and leave, he still had a chance at this point to escape and possibly save himself, while I still kept my cool. You see, the tarot cards are very important to me, especially at this present time where there is nothing much to occupy my time with, and furthermore, stacking them is a favorite of mine.

"Mello, I suggest that you leave now." something inside me was beginning to stir. I heard another huff and something flung over, shooting the cards that I had barely stacked, in addition to hitting my hand and the Mello puppet. I observe the foreign object as it rolled, situating a spot on the ground finally, it was a pencil.

Turning, I saw the blonde smirked again, twirling another pencil in his fingers. Unforgivable, as much as I like Mello, destroying my towers once was as bad a homicide in my book and to do it twice in one day, well that would be a mortal sin, how can I bare not doing anything?

Mello's POV

The ghost stood up, I was slightly shock at the fact that Near could do that, even more so as he started to walk towards me. I didn't flinch, even as I felt his eyes absolutely glistening, dark aura radiating from the ground he stepped on. When did he get so tall? He was my height now.

We were only a few inches away from each other, from this distance, I could see how much he had changed, his hair was longer, messier, the edges of their white curls seemed to be somewhat sharpen, the same goes for his eyes. The changes were all subtle, but it made him seemed that he had grown, mature in a way and…dangerous. It almost made me shuddered, but I always knew that there was something up with this kid, something not quite in it's place, something he used his innocent face and pure white hair to cover up, something malicious and evil, perhaps even more than me.

"Mello" He breathed, "I cannot comprehend your unending desire to provoke me, the same goes for that hatred you have for me. It's such a shame" He paused, "I genuinely like you."

Before I could come up with a snappy retort, I found that my lips were locked with his, muffling my words. The hell?!

Near was a lot stronger than I remembered, he pushed me, so that I sat on the computer table which I was previously leaning against, lips glue to mine. His movements rapid as he parted my legs and stood his body between them, pinning my wrist to the table. I was shock to say the least. Near, when did he?! How?! Even the questions in my head were incoherent.

"Mmn" I felt something slick ran itself along my lower lip, probably an attempt to get me to open my mouth, like hell I will! I snapped out of my shock, pushing Near off me, quickly grabbing my gun and shot.

Near's POV

I stared at him panting, his gun still aimed at me, fuming from the previous shot which missed my ear by two inches. His blue eyes wide, was it shock? Maybe a little bit of fear?

I couldn't tell, there was so many emotions on his face, it was very fascinating. I picked myself up, it was quite an ordeal for me to walk, I didn't enjoy doing it, not at all.

"Stay away from me you, you FREAK!!" the gun aimed straight between my eyes. It almost made me hesitate to make my next advancement, however, calculating Mello's past actions, I found it quite unlikely that he would shoot me, well at least not enough to kill, because I know something that Mello would never admit to.

I stood over the blonde, who was still on the table for support, his gun on my diaphragm, hands a little trembling as he held the weapon, an accurate confirmation to my theory that he would not shoot. Gently, I pried the gun away, chucking it at the corner, far away to do any harm, blue eyes shifted up, contracting.

Poor little Mello, he looks confused and afraid. I suppose he'd never thought I was capable of such a thing. I took his chin, then crushed our lips together again, forcefully injecting my tongue into his mouth. Interesting, he tasted like chocolate.

"Mmph" he tried to make a sound, I lidded my eyes half way, seeing light pink dusting over his cheeks. Very beautiful as always, Mello.

He continued to struggle, to break free, accidentally, both of us landed on the floor. Fortunately, I landed on top of him.

"Near, what the hell are you doing?!" his voice shook ever so slightly, but this small reaction from him was good enough to keep me interested. You see, I've always enjoyed Mello's reactions, as much as he does, with his many feeble ones to get reactions out of me as well. We are quite alike, you and me, Mello.

Without saying a word, I pressed our lips together, he gasped, making it easy for me to slide my tongue in his warm mouth again. Chocolate, it's quite the pleasant taste. Quickly, I unzipped his leather vest then unbuttoned my pajama shirt, at the same time pinning the ever struggling Mello.

Once our chest were bare, I looked up in his eyes again, it almost looked like he wanted to cry, like something was breaking inside him. I wonder, could I make Mello cry? It would be quite a sight. But then, that would be wrong, this is wrong isn't it? What are my intentions? To rape Mello? What an interesting notion, however it would be very immoral, then again, morality has never exactly meant much to me.

Hmm…I met our lips again, savoring the taste, and while Mello was in temporary paralysis, I slide off my pants and undo the laces on his. His blue eyes snapped open, struggling ferociously, I tore our lips apart. He seemed to be shivering.

"N-Near, I'm sorry k, I got it now, I won't- just stop." an apology? Silly Mello, that's not what I want. What did I want? Perhaps a little revenge for all the time he beat me up when we were at Wammy's? Well. maybe a little, but no, I want Mello, he was interesting, this was interesting. The best game I've ever played.

I smiled, tugging his tight leather pants off, with a little more difficulty. So there we were in only our briefs, we weren't aroused yet. I laid on top of him, pinning him with my weight, feeling his slight shudders. I landed my elbows down on either side of his face, placing my forehead against his, staring straight in those blue eyes.

"N-Near-you-" he stopped not exactly sure of what to say, I just waited patiently, I wanted to hear him speak, what were his thoughts, "y-you're crazy!" I blinked, a little surprise. Crazy? I suppose it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say so, three years of doing nothing, of silent mourning over his death, of excruciating boredom, it could very well have driven me mad.

I closed my eyes, lowering my face, so that it laid on his, our nose touching, and brought a hand caressing his features. "What's wrong? I thought you wanted me to react." This game, I can't stop playing it, it was too fascinating.

He became still and silent, I brought my face up again, for some reason smiling, I licked the edge of his lips. He shuddered. Now I understand why he was always so persistent in wanting reactions from me, it was, how shall I put it….fun.

I ran my hand over his torso, finally on his briefs, dragging them down and tossing them aside, as I did so with mine. Now the two of us were exposed to each other, something I thought Mello had always wanted.

"P-Please..Near.." Did Mello just beg? I looked at his face, his eyes were watery, his being, it seemed like it was crumbling apart. He was fragile and very…human, I might say.

Mello's POV

I saw that playful glint in his eyes as I said those words, I couldn't believe it, I actually begged. What's happening? Why and how? This person…Near. He was on top of me, literally.

"Near, please, I'm sorry" I don't even know what those words were for, I just never felt so afraid. I didn't even know I could get so afraid.

"I told you I wouldn't forgive." Near gave a sly grin. Then I felt my legs being pressed apart and something pushed into me. "AHHH!!"

Near's POV

It was strange to hear his husky voice break like so, but everything about him seemed to be shattering now, just like the card towers that he knocked down. I rocked my hips, pushing in and out.

"Aahhh!! Near! Stop!!" Why did I enjoy hurting him? Mello, I loved you, I tried everything to get close to you, but that pride of yours, that hate, if only you haven't hated me so much, maybe my love wouldn't have grown so dangerous. You put up walls, rivalry, competition, everything to keep me away, but each step you took only compelled me to come closer.

Fascinating…I wonder if this is his first time, I doubt it, based on his reputation, however, this might be his first with a male. His eyes seemed too frightened to state otherwise. I continued, until my body decided it was time to release, I wasn't exactly mentally controlling my body, I was more focused on Mello.

After which, I pulled out, he didn't ejaculate, but no surprise there, everything was too much out of his will. "I hate you" he curled up, just a tear rolling down his face.

I know, Mello, I also know that you need me, you need this hate, without it there would be nothing for you to live for, just as much as I need you to always hate me. This one sided hate and one sided love, it's all we have. That's why, I'm thankful that you're alive and here. I was getting so bored.

"I love you Mello. Keep things interesting for me, will you?"

Ooh, this was long wasn't it? So what did you guys think? I was reading through the net about the death note characters, found out some interesting facts, for my other story but came up with this unintentionally. I tried to write a Near seme not long ago, I don't think that one was very successful, but I like this one, I think it's good and makes sense. Anyways, I found out that Near was actually intended to like Mello, honestly, and he doesn't exactly like L. Damn, all the Death Note characters are actually quite psychotic, I love it so much, ah! Ohba is awesome!! Anyways, enough with jabbers....REVIEW!!!

P.S. You know Near's personality seemed like it should be seme but for some reason he's always uke...how did it end up that way?