Chapter 4
Play dead. Don't move a freaking muscle or they'll keep shooting.
Matt's inner voice screamed at him a command which was far easier said than done as he gritted his teeth so tightly he thought they might break. The pain in his right thigh screamed so badly, he didn't even notice the other hole in his left arm. Blood started to pool around him, and the cigarette that fell from his lips was extinguished by it as it landed on the crimson soaked pavement.
Don't fucking move.
After an indeterminate amount of time, a careful peek from behind his goggles showed him that most of the gunmen had left in pursuit of Mello and Takada. That's when things got fuzzy, because while Matt had figured his number was up while lying in a pool of blood slumped against his bullet ridden car, he was pleasantly surprised when he came to with the muffled sound of sirens in his ears. He was silently thankful for the bulletproof vest Mello had given him earlier that night. The pain wasn't over however.
"Arghhh!!!" Matt screamed, unable to flail around try as he might, due to the straps restraining him to the stretcher.
"He's awake! I managed to slow the bleeding but we still need to get him to the ER as fast as possible." The paramedic said to the driver as he hovered over Matt, "You're going to be ok. I don't know what kind of stunt you pulled back there that got you shot up like this."
"Where are you taking me?"
"Tokyo General Hospital. We should be there in a few moments. I need you to stay still since you've lost a lot of blood. I'm surprised you're conscious actually." The paramedic hovering over him said.
It didn't take long for Matt to realize that there most certainly be police waiting for him once he arrived at the hospital. He decided he needed to move now while he still had the benefit of adrenaline coursing through what little of his blood remained.
"Please take these straps off of me. I need to call someone."
"It's safer for you if you're restrained."
"Please. I'm not going to go flailing about. I need to call my wife so she can meet me at the hospital. My phone is in my back pocket." Matt said, his eyes pleading.
The EMT stared at him for a moment before reluctantly releasing the straps holding him to the stretcher. Matt noticed the instant he tried to move that his left arm was incapacitated and that his right leg was absolutely killing him. This wasn't going to be easy, he thought.
"I'm sorry." Matt said before twisting his body on the stretcher to face the paramedic and walloping him with a strong kick to the center of the chest with his left leg. The medic fell backwards, smacking his head hard into one of the overhead compartments of the ambulance. He fell to the floor with his eyes closed to Matt's relief. Although he really hoped he didn't seriously injure the man, there was no way he was going to end up locked up. He was going to escape no matter the cost.
"Hey! What the hell!" The driver said while trying to look behind him to see what that loud noise was all about.
Matt grabbed a sharp looking syringe that he had found and quickly leaped to the front of the ambulance, wincing as pain in his right leg seared. To his relief, at least it seemed to be able to support his weight for short amounts of time. He just had to get through this. He placed the syringe to the man's neck. It didn't seem to be filled with anything actually, but he hoped it was threatening enough to get what he needed.
"Stop the ambulance." Matt said. The needle scraped against the driver's neck as they drove over a bump in the road. The sensation was alarming to both Matt and the ambulance driver, making both of their eyes widen.
"You don't need to do this. You need medical help. Let us get you to the hospital..."
"I don't want to hurt you. I really don't. Please stop the ambulance so I won't have to."
Matt's tone was deadly serious. The driver wasn't going to take any chances with his life. He didn't know what was in that needle, and he didn't want to find out. The ambulance came to a careful, slow stop.
"Unbuckle your seatbelt and open the door."
The man's hand was shaking as he unbuckled his belt, and once he had pulled the door handle, Matt braced himself against the passenger's seat and shoved as hard as he could. The medic fell out of the vehicle, landing in a pile next to it.
"Oww!!! Fuck!" Matt shouted as he hoisted himself behind the wheel.
Matt started driving with sirens wailing when he remembered the other paramedic was still in the back. He fumbled with the numerous switches on the dash until he was able to turn off the siren. He found a deserted alleyway. Perfect. Matt quietly turned down the narrow street and parked before agonizingly standing up again and making his way to the back of the ambulance, where the man still lay flat on his back. Matt gritted his teeth as he knelt down. The man still had a pulse and appeared to be breathing normally, something that had Matt quite relieved. He certainly didn't want to kill someone.
Opening the back door of the vehicle and dragging the man out, he almost fell on the ground with him as the weight was nearly too much to bear. Matt propped him up against the wall of a building, got back into the ambulance and took off, switching the siren back on once he reached the street.
"God damn you Mello for getting me into this!" Matt barked though gritted teeth.
He pulled out his phone from his back pocket and searched for a number that Mello had given him earlier, 'Just in case'. Matt wondered what Mello could've meant by that. Now he found out.
"Hey Matt. Listen, if anything happens to you, don't go to the hospital. I know a doctor right outside of Tokyo that can treat just about anything with no questions asked. He works for the Yakuza. Just mention my name."
Matt's breath was starting to get shaky and his skin clammy as the effects of adrenaline started to wear off. He dialed. There was about 2 rings and then an answer.
"Hai. Soshiro Matazaki desu."
"I need help. Mello told me to call you in case I got into trouble." Matt said.
"What kind of trouble?" The doctor replied. Matt breathed a sigh of relief that he spoke English well.
"I've been shot. I really don't feel good. I'm starting to feel a bit lightheaded."
"Are you driving? What's with the sirens? Are you being followed by police?"
"No... I... I stole an ambulance. How do I get to you?"
"What street are you on? I'll stay on the phone and guide you. But turn that siren off, you're attracting too much attention." The doctor replied.
Matt switched the siren off and listened as the doctor told him what series of turns to make through Tokyo's many streets. Finally he was out of the crowded part of the city and could pick up some speed, hopefully not attracting the attention of the local police in the process.
Ambulances don't get pulled over, do they? Matt wondered.
It was getting hard to breathe. He was extremely lightheaded due to the extreme blood loss and started to feel a bit nauseous. He fought like all hell to stay conscious, gripping the steering wheel tightly as the pain in his leg, and now his left arm was throbbing.
"There you are. I see you." The doctor said.
Matt stopped the ambulance in front of the waving man wearing a white labcoat. The doctor opened the door and caught Matt as he fell weakly out of the ambulance. He picked Matt up over his shoulder, smearing his pristine white labcoat with blood, and rushed inside his building, placing him on a stretcher in the back room. He started to leave hurriedly.
"Wh... Wait.." Matt said.
"Hang on! I have to go get rid of that ambulance! Just sit tight for 1 minute!"
"Uh... O... Ok..."
Matt didn't wake up for 2 weeks. The doctor had told him that he had come down with a serious infection, coupled with the severe bloodloss and trauma. He also said that Matt had become conscious several times throughout the course of his stay, but Matt couldn't remember a thing.
"So what have I missed?"
The doctor tossed a newspaper onto Matt's lap.
"Is the Kira era over?
The sudden cease in Kira's activity has many supporters concerned. Also, the coincidental kidnapping of Lady Takada, who still is missing, seems to have many convinced that she was connected with Kira or perhaps Kira herself. Investigations on the matter are underway."
Mello.
"Where's my phone?" Matt asked.
"I put all of your belongings on that table there, not that there was much."
Matt went to get out of bed but paused when he realized he was stark naked underneath the sheets. He looked at the doctor with shocked expression.
"Oh, get over it. I've seen everything already. I'll have to pick you up some clothes. I had to get rid of yours, being that they had holes in them and were covered in blood."
Matt limped his naked form over to the counter opposite his bed and grabbed his phone. Surprisingly the battery wasn't quite dead yet, although Matt questioned whether there would be enough juice to make one single phone call. He had to find out if Mello was alright. The fact that he hadn't visited Matt the whole time he was here meant either he was just as much of an asshole as Matt feared, or that he wasn't as lucky.
"The number you're trying to reach is out of the service area. Please try your call again later."
He was dead. There was no doubt in Matt's mind at this point. He didn't know if he should cry or not. He didn't know what to do at that moment, except call Near. Mello's death would be painful. They grew up together, they shared many things. But Near? Matt shivered at the thought.
"Please....." Matt whispered as he dialed the number that Near gave him in secret.
"The number you're trying to reach is out of the service area. Please try your call again later."
Slam!!
Matt's fist crashed against the table as he snapped the phone shut. He breathed in deeply though his nose and exhaled slowly though his lips.
He's not dead. Relax. You'll find him.
"I take it you have some business to catch up on. You're free to go. I owed Mello a favor or two, so this one is on me. Tell him that the next time wont be though."
"Mello's dead." Matt said plainly.
"Oh... well in that case....never mind." The doctor said, seemingly unaffected by the news.
Matt needed to do something with himself before he drove himself crazy. He hadn't the slightest clue where Near was and had doubts he would find him quickly as Near could be quite elusive when he needed to be. On top of that he was broke.
He returned to the apartment he and Mello had rented. It was just as they had left it on that fateful night. One of Mello's half eaten chocolate bars on the kitchen counter were a haunting reminder that the angry blonde was truly gone from this world.
Matt ended up finding a job as a waiter at a local Yakitori restaurant. It didn't pay much, but it was enough to keep a roof over his head, and as a bonus helped him work on his Japanese, which was a bit rough to say the very best. Once he'd finally saved up enough money for a plane ticket to England, he showed up at Wammy's house doorstep, just as he had so many years ago.
Mostly fresh faces, and a few old ones as well.
"Hey Matt!" One of the kids called out to him. Matt didn't believe he had ever spoken to the boy, but he waved back in the interest of politeness.
He rounded the corner to Roger's office and reached for the door.
"Can I help you?"
Matt whirled around to see an old man staring back at him. Not Roger, however. This was a different old man entirely.
"Where's Roger?"
"He's away for the moment. Who shall I say is asking?"
"Matt....umm... Mail Jeevas. I used to live here. You can look up my record if necessary." Matt said, sticking his hand out for a handshake, an action which wasn't even acknowledged by the old grouch.
"Roger is away on business. Was there something I could perhaps help you with?"
Roger? On business? Roger never leaves this place.
"Oh, I was just in the area and wanted to catch up with old friends. I was one of Roger's favorites, you see."
"Well unfortunately he's not here..."
Crash!!!
A loud sound echoed down the hallway, followed by the sound of a child's scream and several others laughing.
The man looked flustered. He didn't know if he could leave Matt alone or not.
"Stop being such a baby! It's not that much blood!" A child's voice called out from down the hallway.
"If you'll excuse me, you can see that I have to attend to something." The man said starting to hurriedly walk away.
"I'm sorry, I didn't get your name." Matt called out.
"Neville. Neville Berkshire. I'm afraid your visit will have to wait until another time. Please see your way out."
"No problem Mr. Berkshire." Matt said, bowing cordially with a sarcastic grin on his face.
Once Neville was out of range, he opened the door to Roger's office and crept inside, shutting and locking the door behind him.
There had to be something, Matt thought, some sort of clue. Naturally he decided to start with what he knows best, and booted up Roger's desktop computer and launched the e-mail application.
"ENTER PASSWORD."
"Dammit." Matt muttered under his breath. He thought hard, to a time years ago when he would try and hack into Roger's computer for Mello in order to see Near's grades, "Damn, what was it?"
A wide grin spread on his face as the password Roger had used years ago apparently never changed. He sifted through the inbox, ignoring the various "enlarge your penis" and "attract more women" e-mails, amused that even Wammy's House couldn't escape spam. He wondered what L's inbox might have looked like and if they had found him too.
There it was, dated 3 weeks ago.
"ROGER DONT FORGET TO SEND THAT PACKAGE TO THE NY LOCATION BEFORE YOU LEAVE TO COME HERE. -N"
Matt breathed a heavy sigh of relief. Near was ok, and he was in New York. He just had to find out where exactly. He searched every digital corner of Roger's computer for any type of address in NY but found nothing. Remembering how Roger had always written everything down in his yellow legal pad he felt the paper for any type of impressions. He felt something for sure. He opened the desk drawer and found a pencil.
Holding the pencil at a steep angle, he shaded the top sheet of the legal pad and watched as letters and numbers magically appeared.
"5701 E 56th St
Apt 27B
New York, NY 10052"
He stared at the address for a moment. His heart clenched and some wetness built up in his eyes as he realized that he was going to be able to see Near very soon. He also was amazed at how easy it was to find him. It would seem things aren't as cloak-and-dagger as they were when L was alive, Matt thought. He tore off the sheet of paper and folded it before putting it in his pocket. He carefully opened the door leading outside and looked around for Neville before entering the hallway and briskly escaping through the front door.
That same day Matt was on a plane to NY, unable to wait a moment longer to see Near. He played the scene over and over in his mind throughout the duration of the flight. He thought about what he would say when Near opened the door, what Near would look like, how he would react, what his apartment would look like. He thought about them sleeping together. Then, waking up and having breakfast in the morning, seeing the sleepy grin on his face as he sat in bed sipping coffee wearing nothing but his white button-down shirt.
He was also afraid that Near wouldn't accept him with open arms like he hoped he would. That perhaps what they had wasn't as strong as he thought it was, or even worse, that he found someone else. Not that he would blame Near if he did, but that would be a difficult pill to swallow. Matt felt they belonged together like two puzzle pieces that can only fit with each other. Nothing else will do. Matt had many opportunities in Japan with amazingly beautiful Japanese young men coming on to the pale skinned redhead with alarming frequency, but they simply wouldn't fit his part of the puzzle.
Matt decided to take a deep breath and to not think about the worst case scenario, and instead arduously count the seconds until he was on Near's doorstep. It went as wonderfully as he hoped. The look on Near's face was priceless. Matt had to fight to keep his composure has he looked in the eyes at the person he loved more than anything in this world. Those dark eyes, rapidly flooding with tears. Tears of joy. The feeling of Near's embrace made him feel euphoric,as Near sank his small frame into Matt's chest. His hair smelled amazing and was as soft as spun silk, just as he'd remembered.
While Matt carried Near into the kitchen and placed him gently in the chair, he looked around for signs of someone else, someone who was there to fill his shoes. He saw nothing. Nothing but a single twin sized bed with crumpled sheets on the top.
"And that's how I ended up here." Matt said, sitting across from Near, watching as he twirled his hair thoughtlessly, transfixed on every word Matt had told him.
"I don't know what it is I should say. I'm just about to start crying again, knowing you went through all of that and how painful, both physically and mentally, it must've been. On the other hand it makes me love you that much more because you're so much stronger than I am. I doubt I would've been able to handle that situation as well as you did." Near said, his eyes welling up and his voice quivering. He swallowed hard to regain composure.
"I didn't think I would ever be able to handle something like that as well. Being convinced to do something that crazy in the first place, getting shot, stealing an ambulance... the whole lot. I felt a bit like James Bond!" Matt chuckled.
"That package that I had Roger send to me, the one you had read about in that e-mail. Do you know what was in it?"
"No."
Near got up from the chair and opened the door to his closet, emerging moments later dragging a cardboard box on the ground in front of him. He pushed it with his feet in front of Matt.
"Go ahead and open it." Near said.
Matt's eyes widened and his mouth hung open when he pulled the top of the box off.
"Shortly after moving to NY, I had to go to Wammy's house to take care of some business. One night before I left I paid a visit to your old room when I found these things you left behind in the closet. I had to take them with me. I..."Almost instantly, Near's voice cracked and the tears came like a deluge, "I had nothing to remember you by. Not even a photograph to remember your face. I needed some part of you." Near pulled out one of Matt's signature white and black striped shirts from the box and removed it from the plastic bag he stored it in, "I used to wear this to sleep every night because it smells like you. I only stopped because the scent was fading. I didn't want to lose whatever little of you I had left." Then Near reached into the box and pulled out a Gameboy. It was an old one that Matt had stopped playing years ago, "Every once in a while I would turn this on and try and play it. I'm awful at these things, but it made me feel closer to you. It was my way of memorializing you. I did manage to get to the 3rd level eventually though. I imagined how proud you would've been of me."
"Near. I don't even know what to say. I'm touched but I feel awful for what you had to go through....
"It gets worse." Near said. He looked to the side. There was no way he could look Matt in the eye while he said this. He didn't even want to tell him, but he wanted to be honest with Matt. He took a deep breath before speaking, "Eventually the longing for you became so much that I started to do something. Something I normally would never do. Something that had me feeling so terrible afterwards, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't help but pretend...."
"What do you mean?" Matt said, an obvious hint of concern in his voice.
"I hired a male prostitute. One that looks similar to you. He looked nearly the same so long as I didn't look into his face. I even had him dress like you. I would have him come over whenever I started to miss you. I... I even called out your name during it. God, I feel so disgusting right now. I wouldn't blame you if you never wanted to touch me again."
While Matt was shocked, he felt far more pity than disgust. He couldn't fathom that he meant that much to Near, and that he was slowly losing his mind without him. So instead of shying away or standing up abruptly and leaving like Near feared he would. He got up from his chair and knelt down in front of Near and kissed him softly.
"It's ok Near. I forgive you."
"I wanted you to be the only one who would ever have my body that way. I just thought that if I could pretend..."
Near's words were cut short by Matt's lips on his again. Matt gently cupped Near's face with the palm of his hand as he started to kiss him deeper and more passionately with the salty tang of Near's tears on his tongue. Near placed his hand on the back of Matt's head and ran his fingers through the auburn locks, making Matt inhale sharply through his nose and attack Near's mouth even harder.
Near started to get a bit more aggressive as well and started biting and nipping at Matt's lips, grabbing a whole handful of Matt's hair and pulling firmly. He wanted him so badly. This was better than a dream come true. It was almost too good to be real for Near. The feeling of Matt's hands on his body was electrifying. Hands that Near never thought would touch him again. Strong hands that made Near feel safe, that made him feel things nobody else could. Hands that knew exactly which of Near's buttons to push and how to push them, and now they were running all over his body through the thin fabric of his white shirt.
Wrapping his arms around Near's body, Matt lifted Near off the chair and carried him over to the bed where he laid him down on his back. The sensation of being picked up and carried like that made Near whimper softly. Matt started to unbutton Near's shirt, exposing the smooth flesh underneath, and once fully open showed Near's thin pale torso, nearly a sensual hourglass shape from his ribcage to where his figure widened at the hips, something one would normally never notice due to the loose fitting clothes he always wears. . Matt devoured Near's flesh, first starting on the smooth skin of his stomach. Sucking, licking and biting gently. He was falling in love all over again, falling in love with this body that he could pleasure until eternity.
"Nnnghhh!" Near cried out through gritted teeth.
This only egged Matt on further. Matt firmly ran his hands up Near's chest while feasting on his lower torso, feeling Near's ribcage lift as he breathed in hard and arched his back. He could feel something firm poking him in the neck through Near's trousers. He wanted to devour it right then and there, but that would have to wait for now. He wanted to prolong this for as long as possible until Near was nearly seeing stars, he thought nearly grinning to himself. He ran a trail with his tongue up Near's stomach and to his chest, biting on his flat pectoral muscles. Near clawed desperately at the bedsheets, unable to cope with all the sensation bombarding him.
"I'm yours forever Matt..... Take me right now."
Matt made no verbal reply but instead grabbed a handful of Near's hair and pulled his head to the side, exposing the delicious flesh of Near's neck. He attacked his neck, applying slight pressure with his teeth, biting gently. Near moaned loudly at Matt's forceful action and thrust his hips upwards into Matt. Matt countered by pressing his lower body in to Near, both of them could feel each other's raging organs through the fabric of their clothes. Matt worked his way over to Near's shoulder, nibbled there, and then continued back down his chest, down his stomach again, and then paused once he reached the waistband of Near's trousers. He unfastened them and slowly slid them down, revealing Near in a pair of tight white briefs, straining against the constrictive fabric. Matt stroked with his finger from the base all the way to the sensitive tip which appeared to be oozing a rather large amount of precum nearly soaking the front of Near's underwear.
Near shuddered, once again grasping the bedsheets and involuntarily thrusting upwards again, desperate for more. Matt enjoyed being a tease, but he was getting a little too hot himself to hold this out any longer. Matt peeled the underwear from his lover with haste, making Near's hardness spring back against his stomach with a light slapping sound. Near bent his knees and put his feet flat on the bed in preparation of what was coming next, and when Matt seemed to be taking too long Near pulled his head down onto him. Matt understood the signal and took Near into his steaming hot mouth.
"Nnghhh."
Near whimpered as Matt started to bob his head up and down his shaft. It felt so incredible that Near momentarily lost the strength to keep his hand on Matt's head and let it limply fall to the side as his eyes narrowed. Matt worked Near's shaft expertly, and very quickly Near found himself on the edge of ecstasy.
He quickly sat up and pulled Matt's head from his pulsing organ before it was too late. Matt was stunned by Near's sudden aggressiveness and looked up at him wide eyed. The fire that burned in Near's eyes was simply unbelievable. It almost seemed like role reversal when Near pulled Matt's shirt off in one swift movement and then flipped over on top of him, pinning Matt to the bed. Matt could've easily thrown Near off if he wanted, but why would he want to? Seeing Near as voracious as a feral cat while straddling him was turning him on more than anything he could've imagined.
Near attacked Matt's body with all manner of teeth, lips and tongue. In fact he seemed to be a bit more passionate than Matt was. Matt placed his hands on Near's shoulders and gasped when Near grabbed both of Matt's wrists and slammed them back down on the bed, stretching his arms wide. The tension on his muscles hurt so good he felt himself becoming weaker by the moment. It had been a while since they were together, but he never could've imagined Near as acting so dominant. It seems like time had changed him to some extent, or that Near was trying to make up for their lost time. Matt was willing to let Near do whatever he wanted to. He deserved it.
So as Near held Matt in a mock crucifixion, he attacked the skinny but firmly muscled chest below him with his tongue causing Matt to groan. The pain from his arm muscles being stretched started to hurt so good, and while Near wasn't particularly strong he was able to hold Matt down as he writhed around on the bed. A nipple entered Near's mouth, and he teased it with his tongue and grazed it with his teeth, feeling the nub get firmer in his mouth. He moved over to the next one for the same treatment and finally released Matt's arms as he moved his mouth lower to feast on Matt's abdomen.
Matt stayed in his submissive position, anxious to see what Near would do next to him, staring upwards at the ceiling. He suddenly hissed and arched his back as Near sucked on the flesh of his stomach. He couldn't remember Near ever being this good in bed. Normally it was Matt that did all the work, reducing Near to a blushing, sweating puddle on the bed.
Near unbuckled Matt's belt and yanked it out. It clattered onto the coffee table as Near flung it across the room. Near unbuttoned Matt's skinny blue jeans and carefully slid them off his legs, before returning to pull the black boxer shorts off and discarding them in a similar fashion. He looked downwards at Matt's stark naked form breathlessly, not sure what he wanted to do first. Did he want to start with Matt's nicely sized cock which was standing at attention? Or did he want to run his tongue all over his muscular legs and thighs? Seemingly stuck in indecision, Matt wrapped a hand around the base of his own shaft and tugged a few times. Near brought his head lower and took it into this mouth, swirling his tongue around the head before plunging his head down as far as he could without choking.
"Mmmm..... Near you're so amazing...." Matt panted as his skinny albino lover pleasured him.
Near kept up a steady pace until he could hear Matt getting close to orgasm by the sound of his breaths. He decided to stop at that point and move onto something else, spreading Matt's legs wide, exposing his inner thighs, scrotum and taint. Letting his tongue do the work he attacked one of Matt's thighs, a wise move considering how Matt's body tensed up. He worked it a little harder, making him grunt loudly, moving onwards towards the corner between his leg and his balls, forcefully licking with his tongue, even biting slightly in certain spots. He felt Matt bury his hands in his hair, pushing him to go further. Near started to suck on Matt's balls gently while he looked on downwards, wondering when it was going to be his turn again. He couldn't just lay there anymore. Near was doing way too good of a job. He needed his release soon, and he wanted it to be inside Near. He wanted to feel him from the hot steaming inside of his body.
He decided he needed to take charge again when Near moved to his other thigh, wracking his body with another wave of pleasure. He pulled Near up by the shoulders and slid out from underneath him.
"Lay on your stomach." Matt said, and Near quickly obeyed, "Do you have any lube or anything?"
"Yeah, in the nightstand." Near replied.
Matt removed the small bottle of lubricant from the drawer and popped the cap open before drizzling it onto his raging penis. He poured some down the crack of Near's ass before slowly working it into the tight hole. Near was extremely tight, surprisingly since he apparently paid good money to have been 'taken care' of recently. Once Matt slipped the first finger in Near yelped while grasping fistfuls of the bedding below him. Matt worked the finger in and out, trying to loosen Near up a little bit before entering him. He started with a second finger and was met with louder moans.
"Are you ok?"
"Yeah, shhhhhh..... it's just a little tight. Just do me. I just want you so bad right now I don't care if it hurts."
Matt lowered himself down onto Near and positioned himself, placing his hardness at the entrance before pushing in slowly. It didn't seem too bad at first even though Near tensed up below him as he slipped the head in. Matt pushed in a little further.
"Aaaghhh!!" Near yelled loudly, causing Matt to stop before he hurt him any more.
"You ok?"
"Just a sec... Just hold it there for a second I'll be ok."
"I thought you had, well, done this recently." Matt said.
"You're bigger. A lot bigger, Matt... and I want every fucking inch of you inside even if it kills me" Near replied through gritted teeth.
Matt widened his eyes as Near lifted his hips up, trying to shove more of Matt inside of him. While it was painful for Near it was a little uncomfortable for Matt too, as Near's body was squeezing the daylights out his organ. It seemed like he was asking for more, so Matt complied and slid more of himself into Near, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt. Near yelled loudly, but didn't tell him to stop. He held himself there for a moment for Near to adjust before pulling out and plunging back into him. It felt every bit as incredible as he remembered. Near yelled out loudly every time Matt shoved himself inside, a rhythm that was starting to increase in frequency.
"I'm here to stay Near. We can be together for eternity. I only want you forever. I love you." Matt whispered into Near's ear.
He could see a tear streaming down Near's face. He wasn't sure if it was from the painful pleasure of their sex or if it were from the words.
"I love you Matt. Please don't stop, please don't stop until you cum."
Matt picked up the pace and started fucking Near even harder. Near was nearly covered in sweat and was blushing profusely at this point. Matt could feel himself getting close, a nearly burning sensation that threatened to erupt at any moment.
"Near, I'm coming. Unghhh.."
Matt grabbed Near's hair and pulled his head back as he released himself inside of his boyfriend's body, shoving his entire length in and out slowly as Near's ass milked him of every drop. Matt collapsed on top of Near, panting and breathing heavily. They lay there for a moment before Near made a movement to get up, so Matt withdrew himself from Near's insides and rolled over onto his back. Near flipped over as well and started hammering away at his dripping, swollen penis. He didn't even last 3 seconds before erupting all over his chest, stomach and neck, a few drops landing on Matt as well.
The only sound in the room was of Near panting and moaning as he squeezed the last few drops out before his hand fell limply beside him while staring up at the ceiling. After catching his breath, he rolled over on top of Matt and rested his head on his chest. Matt placed his hand on Near's back and rubbed gently as his body rose and fell with each deep, but no longer frantic breath.
As Near laid on top of Matt, he studied the gunshot scar on his left arm and ran one of his fingers over it curiously, almost afraid to touch it too much. He rolled his eyes downwards to Matt's legs, trying to see if he could see the other scar.
"Hey... I'm ok now." Matt said.
"I know, it's just.... Just seeing them makes me realize how close you came from losing your life, and how you might not have ever been here now."
"Yeah it was a close call. If Mello wasn't dead I would kick him in the ass for getting me involved in that whole mess."
Something had dawned on Near once he considered all the time Matt spent with the oversexed blonde.
"Matt, did you and Mello ever..... do this?" Near asked.
"No. Well...almost, but no. It's just we were apart for so long and, well you know how manipulative he can be. We were cooped up in the apartment for 3 full days doing surveillance. It was hot as hell in there with no a/c so most of the time were were walking around in our underwear. He took his clothes off first and convinced me that I should do the same for comfort's sake. He would brush up against me if we were looking at something on the computer together, on purpose. Then one time he put his hand on my shoulder. It... it felt too good..."
"You can spare me the details Matt." Near said firmly, making movement to get up from the bed.
"Just hear me out. I was getting turned on and Mello knew it. He made a move for my privates, but I grabbed his hand and pushed him away. He said to me, 'don't tell me you're holding out for that white haired brat, are you?' At that point I pushed him hard onto the floor and went in the bathroom to jerk off. I thought about you."
Matt turned Near's head to face him and gazed into his eyes.
"Sounds like it was a close call." Near said.
"I suppose it was. But I didn't let the temptation get the best of me, and believe me it was difficult. I'm sure you can admit Mello looked quite good. Even with part of his body and face scarred."
"I did pleasure myself thinking about him on occasion back in England, before me and you got involved. So yes. I do know what you mean. I'm just glad nothing happened between you two. Although, I if it had I'm not sure it'd make a difference to me right now. I'm so glad to have you back." Near said.
He sat down on Matt's lower body and wrapped his arms around Matt's shoulders, pulling him into an embrace.
"A new beginning?"
Matt wrapped his arms around Near in turn before replying.
"A new beginning."
Near uncoiled his arms from Matt's body and withdrew to arms length, resting his fingertips on Matt's shoulders. Matt surveyed Near's lithe body up and down, feeling himself get excited again.
"You want to do it again, don't you." Near said, his lips curling upwards into a coy smirk.
"How'd you know?"
"Because you're staring at me like you want to eat me, and I can feel you poking me from behind." Near replied.
"Well I do want to eat you actually, so bring it here."
The sex between them continued until nightfall when they were both completely spent and barely able to stay awake any longer. After they both showered, Matt was the first to crawl into bed, followed by Near, who closed his eyes and cuddled up against his lover. Matt would've closed his eyes too, however the bright lights shining above them made it seem pointless.
"Near. You forgot to turn the lights off."
Near made no movement while he considered it. Could he turn the lights off? Did he feel safe enough with Matt next to him? He looked upwards at Matt and decided that with him he was safe from all harm and that nothing could hurt him.
"Oops. Sorry." Near said before reaching over to the switch on the wall and turning the room into a pitch dark cavern.
The usual anxiety wasn't there, so he resumed his position nestled into Matt's body and fell asleep nearly instantly.
A/N: That shit was long wasn't it? It needed to be. I had a lot of fun writing Matt's backstory. I also wasn't planning in posting all these chapters up so quickly but I can't help myself. I do need to slow down however because I'll run out of material to post. I've still got several more chapters to write. Oh and just several things about this chapter I loved. I love badass Matt, and I love aggressive-uke Near. Anyway. Please review. Please let me know if you like the way the story is headed, although I promise you, you will not predict what happens next. This is just the beginning.