Between Fear and Ecstasy
A/N: This is my first Death Note fanfic, let alone my first slash so please be nice. I accept criticism, but please don't flame. Anyway, this story came to me after three weeks of role-play with my friend. We'd go around ranting about how we're cheating on each other. It was fun. Anywho, I thought it would be cool to have a Death Note fanfiction based off of it. This story is Near X Mello. Also, it is AU, but the characters are the same. Keep in mind, there will be slightly graphic sex scenes (first time writing about that too). So yeah… lets start the fic!
Chapter 1: Mello's Night Out
At approximately midnight, the door to 69 Parkins Street swung open. A man of twenty or so years stormed in. Though the door had swung with great force, he did nothing to stop it; thus it crashed into the wall and ricocheted back several inches. The corresponding sound was a loud thump. The man walked in several feet and reached for the light switch. But the gesture was unnecessary for the living room lamp suddenly flickered to life. The light lit up the man's features. He was rather short, blond, and had a sharp face.
"Mello?" called a familiar voice from the living room.
"Yes?" the blond man answered back. He smiled, recognizing his lover's calm, male voice. Mello walked into the room neglecting the open door that was letting in the nighttime chill.
When Mello peered into the living room he saw his lover curled in a comfortable chintz chair with one leg held close to his chest. The slightly younger male's hair was curly and scruffy. He was wrapping a lock of white hair around his finger when he looked up at Mello. Mello's gut told him that something wasn't right about the way his lover was looking at him. "Near, is something wrong?" he asked.
"Brilliant deduction Mello. You told me that once you got out of work you would come straight home. But here you are, three and twenty minutes late. May I ask what you were doing?" Near asked with a calm tone. However, several syllables were said with a hint of aggravation. Mello knew he was in trouble.
"Look, I don't know what the big deal was, I just went to a party, that's all. Matt called me up and offered me a ticket to a club, I couldn't say no!" Mello responded.
"So you can't say no to Matt, but you can say no to me?" Near asked as he pulled out a Gundam model and started to play with it.
"I didn't say no to you," Mello answered.
"No, you're right. You just lied to me," said Near.
"Look, I came home right, so what's the big deal?" Mello shrugged. "We can have sex some other time."
"To be honest, I really don't care if we have sex. I asked you to be home, and you said you would," Near's tone had not changed.
"I'm sorry, okay, let's just go to bed," Mello suggested. The blond walked past his lover.
Mello stopped in his tracks when he felt a hand on his back.
"I'm not done talking to you yet," Near said, this time his voice was full of ice.
"C'mon lighten up, I was just having a little fun," Mello said as he shrugged off the other boy's arm. This time, he felt a second of tension in the air as he felt both of his lover's arms come crashing down on his shoulders.
Mello whirled around to find Near grabbing his velvet jacket and wrinkling the fabric. More shocking than the sudden violent gesture was the look he gave Mello. Normally Near's eyes had a slightly dull, bored look to them, although there was something intelligent in their pupils. When they made love, those same eyes filled with a fiery passion that directed the rest of his forceful movements. But now, Near's eyes were dark and menacing. They were fueled with the same fire they had during sex, but now they were full of anger. Mello was beginning to get scared.
Near pushed hard and both men toppled to the floor with a loud clatter. The white-haired boy began to rip at Mello's clothes.
"St-stop it Mello! I don't want to do this-…" he began, but Near cut him off by bending down and roughly inserting his tongue into his mouth. Mello coughed, choking on saliva, but he did not try to force Near out. The hands that were groping along Near's soft, wrinkly shirt were now tearing at the garment. After a few seconds of struggle, Mello tore the clothing off Near as he stared at his bare, pale stomach.
Mello hadn't really noticed that he now lay under Near naked. His designer clothes were torn to pieces. They sat useless at his side. He'd have to buy new ones later, but right then and there, he was torn between pure terror and sexual pleasure.
Suddenly, Near bit down on Mello's lip, causing blood to fall into both boys' mouths. Mello let out a moan as he jerked his head up. The pain from his lip was sharp, yet he wanted more. Near gave a rough thrust and Mello flipped onto his stomach. Near had never acted like this before. Every time they made love, he was always on the bottom, Mello preferring to dominate and drive. Yet as he felt Near enter him, he thought that if it were under different circumstances, he would be enjoying it whole-heartedly. When Mello looked up into his partner's eyes, they were filled with malice. Those eyes were not passionate at all, and that was what scared him the most.
After an hour of sex, Near got off Mello and went to their bedroom without a word. Mello just lay on his stomach, breathing in great gasps. His body had a few fresh cuts and his head was still buzzing, both from hormones and the alcohol he had consumed at the party. The evening felt like a dream. It was hard for Mello to realize that just a few hours ago he was at a party drinking shots and smoking his foreign cigarettes. The luminous clock on the table read three A.M. Mello got up reluctantly and went to the bedroom. He reached over and flipped on the light switch, the objects in the room casting dark shadows on the wall. Near's body lay haphazardly across the black, silk sheets. His hand lay under his head, wrapped around a lock the color of snow. Near slept peacefully almost child-like. It was hard to imagine that twenty minutes ago his lover was caught in a flurry of anger and testosterone.
Near will be fine tomorrow, he was just acting crazy…Mello thought as he flipped the light switch off once more and crawled to the other side of the bed. He wrapped his arms around his lover's soft, thin body and quickly fell asleep. Mello's dreams were soothing enough and he slept throughout the night. It was almost as if the frightening encounter with Near never happened. But he would always remember that night: Near made sure of it.
A/N: All right, that was probably terrible, but what can I say, I've never written a lemon before. Please review… thanks for reading.