Disclaimer: I don't own Near or Matt. Sorry. Wish I did. :o
A/N: WARNING! YAOI AHEAD! PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK. ;) (NO sex scene, though there's some implied making out in the past. o;) Please review, I need it!
Matt yawned, opening his tired eyes. It was still dark out, though a trickle of pale moonlight shone through the window of Near's room. Matt glanced at the still form beside him. Near was breathing deeply, steadily. He was so fast asleep. Matt smiled a little. Near looked just like an angel, with his tufts of soft, fluffy bleach-blond hair, and his soft, pale features.
And as Matt lay there, in Near's bed in the Wammy House, he laughed a little, to himself, as he remembered how many times they'd done this before. Matt's own bed in the room next door was empty and forgotten. His roommate had been sworn into secrecy long ago, and Mello, snoring quietly in the bed across the room, was quick to agree not to tell anyone.
Matt knew it wasn't normal. He knew it was, in a way, perverted. At least, he felt like it was. After all, he was seventeen, and Near was only fourteen. But all thoughts of what was morally right left his head as soon as he entered the room. As soon as Near placed those fragile, pale hands on him. As soon as they fell back, together, into the covers. When he felt Near's hands, not finger his own bangs, as usual, but raking through his red hair. When Near whispered, "Matt, I trust you."
Trust. Not love. Matt had always wondered about that. Near had never said he loved Matt. Only that he trusted him. Sometimes the gamer wondered if he deserved that trust. Let alone love.
Matt watched, now, as Near let out a small squeak. The fourteen-year-old was no doubt dreaming about something unpleasant. Matt placed a callused hand comfortingly on Near's back. Near shifted, rolling over slightly, so that his back was to Matt. Matt smiled in the darkness, turning so that his body was against Near's. And he held the boy close to him, feeling his heart beat against Near's back.
Mello didn't like there relationship. He obviously found it confusing and akward to watch. So he simply chose not to. When Matt would show up, every other night or so, Mello would just ignore him. Pretend he hadn't noticed the redhead slip under the covers of Near's bed.
Matt knew that L wouldn't like it. Not one bit. If he found out that Matt was behaving this way with his prized pupil, he'd probably skin him alive. But he wasn't going to find out. Matt stroked Near's fluffy hair sleepily. No one would ever know just how close Matt was to this kid. No one. Sometimes Matt wondered if Near even knew. If he realized. All those nights they'd spent in eachother's arms, talking into the early morning. All those subtle kisses when no one else was looking. All those times they'd hide in the cellar, away from prying eyes. And yet, all this time, Matt had been so careful of Near. They'd never done anything more than that. . .though the older boy longed to take it further, he didn't dare to. He felt as though he could accidentally push Near too far at any moment.
Near let out a sigh and muttered something, rolling back over onto his stomach, taking Matt halfway with him, so that their bodies partly overlapped. Matt smiled against Near's neck. Maybe it wasn't the most pratical relationship they shared. It wasn't even love. It was just. . .conspiritorial. It was something they both understood each other on. Something they both felt the need for, even though they knew it was wrong. It was their secret. Their dirty little secret, and now Matt knew why Near said he trusted Matt. He trusted him to keep that secret, until the end.
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