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A/N: Hi, obviously this is a Near fic. This is probably the only fic I'm ever gonna write for him since he is NOT my favorite character. However, I'm still smitten by this emotionless kid, so I'm going to play with him a bit. I hope you enjoy…^_^
This happens six months after the Kira case was solved, however, Kira did not die, he just disappeared and will return with vengeance. . Soorrryyy Near.
Warning for rape..and all the horrible things that go with it.
OK, last warning, if you don't want OOCness, then this story might not be for you. 'Is all…
And now I present to you…The Successors of L
Mello
The creaky metal door opened and a very bare blond walked in.
Near's expression was priceless and Light got to watch it up close.
'Well, can't those eyes get any bigger…'
Light could almost read the panic that struck Near at the sight of him.
"Mello."
The name flowed out from his lips before he could stop it. How was Mello still alive? And if he was in cohorts with Kira in this plan to bring the great L down, getting out of this place alive shrunk down to 0%. Mello had always disliked him. Always.
Mello and Near stared at each other for a while, completely ignoring Light. Then Mello's expression changed to something not delightful to see. Mello turned to Mello the freak, with that over reacting, nearly distorted face and daunting eyes that never fazed him before that was affecting him now.
"I still fucking hate you." Was what he first said. The foul language, the snort. It was definitely Mello.
"Don't hurt his feelings too much, Mello", Light interrupted, moving closer to Near and nosed his cheek. Light smelled of release and Near wanted to get as far away as possible from the offending smell. But he was slightly shocked he did not even push himself away. Light continued kissing down his jaw and his neck so softly. Mello just 'mphfed'.
"Ugh!!" Near bursted as fingers invaded his ass again. The pain reincarnating itself.
Fuck!
Light rested his head on Near's left shoulder and faced Mello. "Now, have you ever heard Near scream like that?" He pushed his fingers in and out of the slick hole and his other hand fondled the boy's left sac. "Or like this?"
"aAAHH!!!" Near shut his eyes as Light pinched the thin skin on his ball. Light's smug face was unnerving.
Mello had had enough. "I can make him scream like a fucking whore while I fuck his shit-ass hole!!!"
Light only looked at him as if he did not believe him.
"Now, move, Kira, and I'll show you."
Light gracefully stood up and picked up Near's shirt and wiped his face clean. He faintly smelled powder. Baby powder.
He watched Mello grab something inside a false first aid kit hanging on the wall. What he brought out did not come a surprise to any of the occupants of the small room: chocolate. More specifically, chocolate sauce.
Near was…well, Near. He sat there unmoving when he should be screaming curses a t the both of them. Light was reminded of Charles I of England: composed and dignified even though he was to be beheaded. The situation was dangerously similar.
Light assumed that Near could almost easily revert back to his normal thinking self once he was left alone and there was no cock stuck in his hole.
Mello held the plastic bottle, glaring at Light while he stood in front of a silent Near. Near cast his eyes down, he did not want to see Mello's sleeping tool right in front of his face. It made him want to vomit. How strong and pungently male the smell was!
"Bah! You went easy on him!" Mello accused Light, noting the absence of violence on Near's body.
Light just shrugged. "If I did more than I did, he'd be dead by now and you wouldn't have your vendetta, would you have wanted that?"
Mello shut up. Ugh! HE hated that Yagami. Their shared hatred of Near was the sole reason he allowed himself to be involved with Kira's little plan of getting back. Light almost always manage to beat him in any arguments and made him come out as stupid. But he'd let it go. He's not his concern anyway. He'd just distance himself from him, cutting out all possible ways of contact, after their precious scheme was over with.
He turned to Near. "Look at me."
Near acted as if he did not hear anything.
"I don't take orders from you, Mello." He spoke indignantly, still looking down. And you will resort to violence until I do follow you. So predictable and yet…
A flash of white, like the flash of a camera registered in his brain when Mello's knee jabbed his face, leaving him with a numb jaw, a bleeding gum and a freshly opened torn lip.
...and yet…there's nothing I can do about it…
Mello proceeded to opening the cap of the chocolate sauce. "Don't make me repeat myself, Near."
I'm hurt, naked and outnumbered. I am afraid of being hurt again, afraid of the pain. Mello will toy with me and my body and I am bound. My wrists are sore. What options do I have left?
Near closed his eyes and slowly opened them while raising his head to meet Mello's eyes.
"I was always second to you," Mello ranted. "You were always better, always envied by those brainless idiots whammy consider genii. But I'm not like tmhem! Cause. I. Know. You. And I know what you fear! You always behave like you're high and mighty but deep down you're nothing but a coward. You're afraid of silly things like needles and closets. But what you fear most is PAIN! You'd rather shoot yourself in the head and die, rather than feel pain. And still, you behave like you're so calm, despite everything that's happening, you fucking shit! Have you any idea how irritating that is?! And you dare call L a loser! Look at you! Look at how pathetic you are!!"
You talk so much, Mello. It's obvious you want to have the last say before you send me to the grave. But you are driven by your emotions again and you are unreasonable. It is not my fault you envy me, I never did you wrong.
Mello sank to his knees, held out the arm with the sauce and squeezed. Chocolate poured down L's nose and lips, neck, chest and abdomen. He pressed the narrow opening of the plastic bottle into Near's navel and squeezed again; chocolate oozing out of the shallow pit.
The sticky and aromatic chocolate dripped down Near's lower body, his white skin and hair marred by the dark brown sauce. Mello squeezed some on both white legs before grasping Near's jaw and forced them open to squirt the sweet thing inside his mouth.
Near resembled a white bread delicacy dipped into a chocolate sauce ready to be eaten. What a simile, Mello planned to do just that. He cradled the genius and brought their foreheads together, witnessing the black, passive eyes slant sideways, apparently not interested in what he was doing. Mello just closed his eyes and smelled the aroma. Near smelt of salt and saliva but the fragrance of the chocolate was more powerful. Tempting. Oh, he would devour him slowly and completely.
Mello brushed back the unruly bangs on his partner's forehead and kissed the skin there. Warmth radiated from Near and Mello couldn't help but imagine his chocolates melting at the sheer heat of this body.
He then began licking the chocolate sauce on Near's flesh. Mmm. Sweet. Very sweet. He lapped the sweetness like a dog. The bitter taste of blood inside the mouth was beaten by the more than generous amount of sauce placed in there. In reality, Near wanted to spit out all that was in his mouth but he thought better. Mello might assault him again in the face. It already hurts there. He didn't want to hurt there much more.
Mello suckled on his tongue like his life depended on it. It was gross! A guy making out with another guy! And Mello, of all people…
I have to endure this, for the time being, until I can manage a punch in the face…or anywhere…
Near kept his eyes open and away from Mello. But a sudden, unwanted but overwhelming need to look at him came over Near, and he did so. Mello opened his eyes languidly at that exact moment and their eyes met. It was an unexpected and awkward coincidence and it made both of them very uncomfortable (though Mello would never admit that).
Mello had only slightly changed. His hair had gotten half an inch longer. And that burn scar never healed. But he still could be considered one of the better looking people that walked the earth.
The said pretty blond proceeded to licking the chocolate sauce on Near's flesh. Mmm. Savory. Savory.
Near took note that after he was taken by Light, his awareness had been more acute, he was keener of the foreign body against his. But Mello was gentle. What he was doing was slow, more like a caress. It planted a seed of impending harm on Near for Mello was always the impulsive one.
Showing me huh…Mello, that you have acquired the virtue of calmness now…
Mello did his job well as he left no traces of the sweet sauce on the part where he left off. He ran his tongue on Near's thighs. He intentionally left the genitals alone; he would deal with them later, and focused on lapping the sweet sweet sauce.
Near fidgeted when Mello started doing his dick.
No. You can't touch that.
With some effort, Near swiftly rose on his knees and his lower abdomen bumped Mello's golden head rather brusquely. That startled Mello alright which cut off the pretentious act of being composed.
"NEAR!!!"
He punched him in the stomach and Near swayed back, the chain clanking noisily. But he kept his mouth shut, not wanting to satisfy Mello with voicing his pain, and tried to curb the pain. As if he did not expect anything after doing that stunt. How he wanted to vomit. Again. His insides better hold themselves together; he didn't want to die of internal bleeding. That sucks.
Mello was really angry that Near could still piss him off even he was the one who had the upper hand between them now. He stood up and Near looked up at him with a blank, no, a poker fucking face.
'Fucking Quit THAT face!!! No!!!NO!!! I can't! I have to stay calm…that's right…I'll show you, Near I can surpass you. Calmness, that's stupid. Aggressiveness and initiative makes the world a better place. But, just to show you…that I finally have what you deem I lack, I will fuck you wholly and calmly until you beg me to fuck you faster.'
Mello went behind Near and did the same pouring of chocolate on his back. Mello took his time cleaning up the chocolaty mess with his flexible oral muscle.
You can kiss my back all you want, Mello, just leave my ass alone…
His plea was not heard. The blond spread his smooth naked butt with both his hands and gazed at the small pink hole that had remnants of cum and blood.
No. Don't place it there…it still..hurts…
Mello seemed to read his thoughts. With the narrow neck of the bottle, the shape of a pacifier, he slid it inside Near's anus. Near made a broken and shaky inhale when Mello squeezed.
It was like when Light had cum. The feeling of something jelly and slick inside him, it made Near downright humiliated. He had expected this, did he not? But to actually feel it was not easy to cope up with.
When the bottle was removed, and the excess dripped out, Mello spread the cheeks further and attacked the anus with his tongue.
"Mnh…" Near thrashed at the first touch.
Again, Mello treated him with false gentleness. He enjoyed licking the ass until Near was shivering from the onslaught.
Mello decided that the teasing was enough and moved away from the poor kid.
Near was almost thankful that Mello had stopped, but the pain at his wrists was still ever present. He'd been bound for more than 30 minutes in that very unlikely position.
Really, Mello had to have studied mind reading. Near felt Mello fuss about the cuff. In a haze, Near slumped face first on the ground as Mello disconnected the cuff from the dangling chain. He also removed the confines of his ankles.
The fall did hurt but he was glad to be freed from that state. His hands were still bound, however, and now his whole body was wet because of the already slime covered floor.
Mello watched as Near took deep breaths as he lay there. He also made a note of his reddened wrists, some parts already had bruises and gashes were the cuff bit the skin deep.
He pulled Near's back to him. The boy was rather thin and he seemed weightless when he lifted him. Now, Near's ass was stuck up in the air while his chest and head was fixed on the ground, his face turned to the left so he could breathe.
Not this again…
Mello parted the blemish-free baby butt and positioned his erection at the entrance. Nope, no need for finger penetration. He was already taken once (by Light at that) and that's enough preparation for him.
Near felt the large head enter him. It wasn't as painful as when Light took him unaware, and yes, it wasn't that bad. He had been somehow relaxed and again, Mello was being gentle. It was a slow, very slow penetration. By the time Mello finished stuffing his gear up to the hilt, Near exhaled a held breath and that was all Mello waited for before slowly pulling out.
Near gasped as he did so. The dick that slowly drew out was covered with chocolate sauce. Mello found his own cock utterly tempting. But he could wait, the body before him was the main meal here. Desserts could wait later.
When Mello got comfortable with the thrusting, he closed his eyes and sped his gyrations albeit a little.
Then Mello pulled out from him again and pushed the boy onto his side so that Near was laying sideways. He crawled over the white sprawled legs. His right hand grasped the left leg and raised it high up, making the legs resemble a 90 degree angle. Mello knelt between Near's right thigh and saw the wonderful whole again. He inserted his penis to the warm tight hole with the aid of his left hand. He began his thrusting and balanced himself by holding on the raised leg with both hands.
"Ah…ah…ah…un…ahg….ah…" Near's shallow breaths determined when Mello sank his organ deep inside him over and over again.
Near would be lying if he said he didn't find the feeling pleasant. It was only natural because it's his body reacting and not his brain.
Mind over matter. Mind over matter. Mello is fucking you. F-U-C-K-I-N-G you, Near. A thing he should not be doing. He doesn't have the right. Right. Nobody has. He was L.
If this does not end, I'd be crazy before I die…think!...don't just..ah..shit…
Mello pushed the leg back to the ground and Near was forced to lay on his back and all these while still fucking him. He was momentarily dazed by the action. The downside of the movement however was his hands were right under the small of his back and carried his weight. Oh, hell.
Mello palmed Near's torso ever so slowly from his collarbone down to the crease between his chest and continuing down his abdomen while gently riding him.
"…Mehllo…" A breathy voice called. Mello's eyes dilated at the mention of his name. That got Light's attention too and he smirked. He was busy jerking himself off while waiting for Mello to finish.
Mello stared awed at the beautiful boy under him. Well, Near had always been labeled good looking along with the lines of introvert and nerd and emotionless and genius. His face was flushed, lips deliciously parted, and eyes lidded. He looked down his body and watched as his own thing fuck Near. In and out. Again, again and again. He quickly stole a glance at Near and he swore he had never been so fucking aroused.
He grabbed the right leg and slunk it over his shoulder and bent down to kiss those red lips. Red, like Snow White's. Red. So impossibly red and sinfully plump.
"Urgh!!" Mello groaned. 'I can't control myself. I want to slam my body into his. But I can't. I have to finish slow. Calmly. Shit. Fucking shit!'
Mello buried his face on the curve of Near's neck.
I have to make Mello come before I do. I don't want to come…not for him. Or for anyone…
Near constricted his anal muscles as much as he could to get this over with as soon as possible and Mello growled.
"Near!!" Near, his name. He called his name. Unlike Kira who called L's name. Mello was aware who he's having sex and not imagining somebody else. Near and no other. Not even his close friend Matt. But him. Him. Why did it strike him so much?
Fuck you! What are you doing to me?
For some strange reason, Near felt an ache in his heart. He wasn't a sentimental person, never been and never will be. But there's something in this slow and gentle sex that triggered him to be so. He felt grief that had nothing to do with his state of captivity right now. It was…Near could not explain it. He wanted to cry and not because of physical pain either. His chest heaved and deep sobs echoed inside the cell.
Near closed his eyes. He was weeping again. Mello was right, he was pathetic, but it was not his fault.
The bothersome and untimely loneliness kept on growing as well as its complementary feeling, the satisfying pleasure, and he had to do something about it. He didn't want to cum anymore. He didn't want to feel regret again. Let them come, but he wouldn't. That was the last piece of respect he'd put in his name.
Mello was still lost in his bliss. And Near grabbed that opportunity to his advantage. The blond had given him more liberty with movements and he would use that. He lifted his left leg, and with the strength of his body, kicked Mello away from him.
It was never anticipated by Mello, though he should have. Shock defined his features before it was replaced by furiousness. They were only a few inches away and the smugness on Near's face was very evident.
'Oh, now you've done it!!!'
Mello cursed before swinging his right hand to strike Near. However, Near already saw what was coming. He swiftly rolled far away from Mello. And just as quickly, when he landed on his back again, he lifted both legs up and looped his handcuffed arms over his longer limbs so that his hands were now in front of his body.
He didn't plan on just lying there either. He stood up, ignoring every complaint of his body, and saw Mello down there seething with anger.
Light laughed. Near was certainly entertaining, that was, when he wasn't talking and pin pointing all his flaws. They all know he have no chance of escaping. But if the kid decided to play with those wonderful tools above them, then Light was sure it'd get bloody. Which he didn't mind. At all.
It turned out that Near wouldn't be able to, because in an instant, Mello was all over him. He tried, of course, to get away, but really, where was there to run to?
I won't be beaten without a fight. Of us all, I could be the sorest loser. Could be…for I have never lost.
Near blocked the body punch Mello gave him.
'Since when did this piece of shit learn to do all this? This is annoying the HELL out of me, and FUCK you Near if I lose my temper.'
Near managed to block another blow and Mello was so angry he wanted to pull at his hair. 'Playtime's over, son of a bitch!'
The room was small. And surrounding the sides were stool like counters that were a bit low. They were cemented and tiled and span about one and a half feet from the wall and stood three feet high off the ground. The counters were probably leverages to reach those murder devices plastered at the top of the walls. The room was small alright, but the ceiling was high.
And this was where Near sprinted and climbed off to, hoping he had enough time to reach for anything that might protect him from his oppressors. But Mello was in a blind rage and photographic motion, he felt himself launch forward to a still straightening, unaware Near, whose back was slightly adjacent to him, and released a boxer's blow on Near's right side.
"Ugh!" Near winced. He felt like he was stabbed, though he hadn't been before, but this could describe the sharp pain he was feeling. His head and forearm hit the wall at the impact of the punch and he was oblivious to the fact that he was clutching at the hurt flesh. He lost his balance and slipped one foot over the edge of the counter so that he was sitting on the counter with one leg dangling in the air.
That wasn't enough punishment for Mello. He pulled at Near's hair and dragged the boy down the stool and the staggering Near was given a solid punch at the stomach.
"Aggh.." Near's vision blurred and he couldn't breathe. The blow was just as sharp and the after effect retained long in his body. He drew his arms to his chest to defend himself, but Mello hit his lower abdomen instead, making Near cough out saliva.
Mello released his grip on his hair and Near collapsed on the harsh and unforgiving tile, whimpering and tossing and fighting to breathe.
Calm yourself, Mello. That's enough, that's enough. You don't want to overdo it now, do you? You will kill him, but you have to show him calmness first. You'll show him calmness, won't you? Now go back there and caress him. Yes. That'll do.
Near kept his eyes closed. I don't know if I can handle anymore of this…but if I faint, I'll die…no fucking way…
Fingers lovingly pressed at his cheeks. And Near commanded his lids to lift themselves so that he could peer and saw that Mello was leaning over him.
"shh…it's okay now…I won't hurt you…shh…it's okay…"
Near mentally rolled his eyes. Fuck you! You're not a convincing actor, Mello, so stop this shit acting of yours!
Mello cringed at his own words. They both knew he was play-acting, but he had to do it. He had to say that to show Near who's boss or Near would win again. If Near managed to hinder his calmness, then Near would win. The deal was about a calm sex, was it not? Well, Near almost succeeded. But that's as far as he got.
'Just once, all I need is to make you come once and maintain my calmness…and after that I can be as violent as I want to be…'
That was enough motivation for Mello as he swooped down and kissed Near's cheek innocently, like an honest kiss a 5 year old lad gives a 4 year old lass. He kissed everywhere: the nose, the jaws, the edges of the mouth, the cheeks again before blowing at his ears.
He traced the thin torso with his chin down and down and paused to smother kisses on where his punches left bruises.
Kiss.
Kiss.
And a rain more of kisses and soon Mello was bobbing his head up and down Near's length. The boy was tensed and Mello soothed him by softly palming the insides of his parted thighs.
"Mn..ah…ah…stop…Mello…" Near was close. Very close to coming.
No. Don't. I musn't!...please…no…
His refusal to ejaculate overridden his weakness and he pushed himself six inches upward, his member disconnecting with Mello's mouth.
"Don't."
"Damn, Near! I'm not going to hurt you. So let me get you off!" Mello was sadly losing it.
"No." It was a small sound. A sound of disapproval. A sound of plea.
Mello was beyond reasoning. He was frustrated and a bit upset that Near wouldn't believe him. But he could see that faltering strength in that voice. Near was as aroused as he was, but he kept on fighting it.
He crept over the refusing body. His elbow supported him as he propped himself up while they were loin to loin.
"For the last time, Near. I just want you to come." He explained.
No. You just want to win. I can see through you. Don't take me for a fool.
Mello grabbed both their penis and pumped them together. Slowly. Near panted. Ah..this sensation again. Why was it making him buckle? Why was his hips counter-acting Mello's pumps?
"uhhhh…nn…Near…ah…"
Was he calling him? Why was he calling him?
"Say…uunnn…my-my..ah…hhah…naaame.." Mello wheezed. He elongated his strokes and his hand was wet with pre-cum.
"Say…iitttt!!" He grunted. They were so very close now. To heaven.
"I'm..going..to…ahh..aahhhh!!.." The hand that was performing the job was shaking as well as the rest of their bodies.
Just as they were reaching their peaks, Near had a trip down the memory lane, back to where and when he first met Mello, and that was such a long time ago. Mello, the boy who always wanted to surpass him, the boy who did his best to become only the second best, the boy who wanted to succeed L, the boy who failed and became a murderer…Yes…how tragic his life was. The only relationship they ever had was as rivals. The relationship that meant they could never be ultimate friends. They were born to compete with each other, and Near had won that competition.
But even though Mello's ways was wrong, Near believed his intentions were somehow justifiable. Mello committed murder when they were off hunting for Kira's head. But Near saw the reason to that. They both wanted to avenge L: their respected aspiration, the world's three greatest detectives, who was killed by Kira…the man who proved himself human by taking on a relationship with Kira and was betrayed in the most unforgivable way.
Mello was human just like him. And he was not evil. He was just a desperate being desperate for being number one. But what was the reason for this? Near could not figure this out. Why was Mello doing this thing with him: what rapists do, what lovers do, what…what the fuck?!
"NATE!!!/MIHAEL!!!"
Thick, sticky semen erupted from the hot, hot cocks and landed on Near's and Mello's stomach. A stray cum had reached Near's cheeks but the boy was lost in bliss.
I did not just say that...
Mello had also come to that denial. Why did he call him, with that name? He crashed on his side and caught his own breath, willing away unnecessary thoughts. He had come too far to feel any regrets now.
He was heavy, but Near did not make any gesture to move him. They stayed like that for a minute or two, enough for them to regain their senses.
Near wanted to ask a thousand questions. He had always been the inquisitive one. Obviously, in their line of work, asking was of extreme importance, that was their source of information, was it not? He was silent, when necessary, but when there were questions to ask, his mouth rattled with it. And now was one of those times. Kira's case was understandable. But why him? Was Kira capable of brainwashing Mello to the point of debasing himself? He was almost sure Mello had no intention of killing him. Or was he wrong in assuming that? Yet, as the saying goes, the fish is caught in the mouth. And Mello better have a concrete explanation for doing this, because he had concrete evidence against him and he would rot in jail.
A soft grunt and some movement came from Mello's side before Near felt fingers twiddling with his hair.
"Mmmmm…"
"Mmmm..mmhh…mhhh…"
The suppressed chuckle sent a cold shiver down Near's spine. And to affirm his negative intuition, Mello snuggled close to him to whisper to his ear: "I won".
Mello sat up and continued snickering. "I fucking beat you!!!" He roared and laughed like mad.
He did it, he fucked Near calmly. Near was not able to stop him nor provoke him. He won.
Near glared up at him, his mouth thinned and the absent eyebrows frowned at his righteous anger.
"No, you didn't. You just fucked me. You screamed my name. That's no calmness. You lost."
Mello fumed. "SHUT UP! Just Shut up!" And he gave Near a sweet and loud jab right over his hear so strong Light thought the boy's ribs would cave in. That shut him up alright.
Light stood up. "Hey, Mello, are you sure you want to kill him? For a moment there I was so sure you two were making love."
"Shut up! Kira. You don't know me. You don't know Near. I am here because of my own business, so .yours."
"I can kill you both here, you know." Light shot back but still kept his smirking façade. "I am God."
"Fuck off! Now let me get this straight, Yagami Light, Near dies…today."
A/N: This remains a major LightXNear fic! But I can't help but add in Mello, him and Near are just too cute together. (Even if they resemble each other big time^_^) I wanted to put Matt in to but I don't want to tire myself out. This is already longer than I expected cause I originally planned this to be just a one-shot.
And also, I'm so sooorry for any gram or typo errors and 100x soorry the OOCness…Kira and Mello are so bad now...aAAAND the big question is, will Near make it alive? Or will he die? Next chapter will answer that coz that will be the last chapter. You probably have a fair idea what the title will be. Tell me what you think!!!
Again, thank you for reading. Pls. review if you have time.
I hope you killed some boredom reading this. I did when I wrote this. Ha. Ha. ^_^