Hello everyone! This is the prologue to this little NearxMello fanfic I am going to be writing. I hope you like it. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Death Note does not belong to me.
"Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name…" whispered Mello, his voice shaking. He was kneeling in front what he believed was an altar, a darkened, ancient church altar. The night's frozen breath delicately blew through him, lingered for a little while playing with the strands of hair on his neck and then moved on, making the boy shiver. His own breath escaped from his barely pink lips at regular intervals together with the sacred message to God. What was he doing at a cold, deserted church in a middle of a night? The only sound available to the ear was the one of Mello inhaling and exhaling, yet the blonde could not hear his own thoughts.
He looked up. Before him stood a ghost. No. It was a person who wanted to be like a ghost, invisible to all senses. White hair, white skin, white clothes and these coal black eyes of a demon penetrating Mello and causing his eyes to burn. The demon was holding an approximately one metre crucifix. Adoration of the Cross. Mello felt disturbed by seeing this evil creature in authority, claiming an ownership of such a sacred object on such a sacred day.
The blonde stood up and slowly walked towards them. Kiss. Near. Christ. He slowly dropped to his knees again, closer to the altar, this time also touching the crucifix. His gaze shifting hesitatingly between the boy looking at him with a lustful glare, clearly taking pleasure of the power he has and the object of worship holding in his tanned hands. You're an abomination, Mello. He heard a familiar voice say, but he was not surprised. He knew. The older boy waited for the demonic creature to release one of its pale palms from the cross which reached towards him and gently brushed his warm cheek and travelled its way to the back of his head. The white boy kept on tearing the other boy's soul into the smallest shreds while the blonde pulled the snow white, silky pyjama bottoms down to the white haired boy's knees.
Mello gently took the warm member into his fingertips and started stroking it delicately. He didn't pay attention before, but the demon gasped quietly. The blonde gained a little bit more confidence when he realised that he too was aroused, so he started moving his hand up and down the other boy's feeling his own warmth getting too uncomfortable. He could hear the black eyed boy breathing fast as his hand grabbed the hair at the back of Mello's head firmly, begging him for more. The older boy stopped the movement and with one move took its whole length into his wet, warm mouth, his tongue sliding across it as Mello heard two sounds: the younger boy's scream of pleasure and a big metal object hitting the floor.
The light creeping into Mello's room woke him up. He opened his eyes and took a couple of seconds to understand what was going on.
"What the fu-?" he looked at a massive wet patch on his pyjama bottoms and then collapsed back onto the bed covering his face with a pillow. "Fucking Near" he screamed in it.