Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note but if I did it would have to go something like this story. It's very popular. :)
A.N./ I like this song. Little Boxes by Malvina Reynolds. Look it up if you have time. It's good. I feel like an old lady when I'm listening to it though. Youtube is a wonderful thing. I think I'm going to write a Thanks Giving one shot for these people's even though technically they aren't American. It works though, right? Well it does in my mind. I should probably say United Statesian to make it correct. On with the story!
[Mello's point of view]
Mello carried Near in after yelling at Matt about taking a child on a dangerous mission and getting yelled at because Near had doen it before. Mello won. Of course. Matt had no logical point in the conversation at all... He still won.
He placed Near on the bed and gave him a kiss good night. Somehow he still felt he was taking advantage of the small child even though he had technically agreed...
"Stupid Matt... You don't take a kid to a heist... At least, you shouldn't..."
[Near's point of view]
Near was sure he could hear Mello complaining but he didn't really care. He was busy having quite a nice dream.
"Near..." Mello's breath tickled his neck as he spoke against it.
"Hnn..."
"Near... I love you..." He burried his head into Near's neck and started to nibble a bit.
"Nn... M-Mello..."
"Near..."
"AH!" Near sat up quickly. His eyes were wide and his breath ragged.
"Near? What's wrong? Did you have a bad dream?" He turned his head over to Mello and blushed.
"Eh? N-no, not a b-bad one..." He couldn't help himself from stuttering and blushing like a bad man.
"What was it then?"
"N-nothing..."
"Alright. Lie back down." Near did exactly as he was told and he fell asleep right away.
[Mello's point of view]
Mello couldn't help but watch as Near squirmed around. He figured he was having a bad dream until he let out one of those noises.
He was a little turned on but when he woke up he was so cute that he didn't feel he could lay a hand on him...
Damn him and his morals...
A.N./ I apologize if this sucks. Ugh. I feel sick. I've had this cold since last week yet I think it's worse now than it was. Stupid cold. May it burn in Hell. Does anyone remmber the thing? The boys are in the something zipping up their flies are in the kitchen... And I can't remember anything but that part but it's really been bothering me. NUMBER SEVEN! I can't wait until Thursday. I'm hungry... for your soul... and pie...