Mello wanted to deny his presence here, he wanted to ignore the real reason he came. No matter how many times he repeated to himself that this was to catch Kira, that small, whispering voice would begin to scream at him.

Shriek at him about how he was here for Near, the pale boy who had been occupying his thoughts for far too long. The pale and ghostly figure that had haunted his dreams, and had destroyed past relationships without any knowledge of it.

Near.

Near.

It was impossible to count how many times he had whispered that name in the dark, stroking himself guiltily, consoling himself and the dark desires he harbored for his junior. The blonde's vivid imagination, terribly realistic wet dreams, and personal frustrations did nothing to contain his terrible need for the other. Only two people knew of this obsession of his, Matt and himself.

He wanted to barge in, grip the frail boy by his starchy white collar and tells him how he was never going to see him again, that this was the very last time... so he better get a good look at his face.

Now that was a nice fantasy, just being able to move on. Without the pale boy popping into his thoughts every time he tried to hook up with someone, not thinking of him when he saw a simple pair of loose fitting, white pajamas.

The azure eyed adult knew that wasn't the case though, and as much as he wanted freedom from the younger male who unknowingly held him captive, he desired Near so much more than that.

Mello wanted the white haired genius on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck, locked in a passionate kiss. The chocoholic craved him during the night, his small, thin, and almost feminine body. Near was no doubt taller than he was the last time he had seen him, his white hair longer, but it was still him. Mello wasn't sure how he managed to keep that extremely socially awkward, naïve, innocent vibe about him. His strange beauty still unsettled him, the same way it had when he was just an adolescent.

So there Mello was, gazing at the large, white hotel door. His slender fingers hovering just above the ornate doorknob that he was sure was unlocked. What he wasn't completely sure of however, was Near's integrity. He could very well be walking into a room full of operatives with the intention of arresting him and trying him under sexual assault.

Mello took another deep breath, his heart racing in the cage of his chest, and pulled the door open.

The suite seemed empty.

From what he could see, it was empty. Now nearly livid and defeated, he took a few steps in to fully analyze it. The large, expensive, velvet couches, the king sized bed in the other room... all empty.

He scoffed, moving to check the bathroom and the dark closet in case that little freak was playing some game with him.

Mello was almost shaking from his anger, trying to talk himself out of lighting everything in the room on fire, just so that Near would have to pay for it. He was about to turn and leave the room, when something caught his eye.

It wasn't just something… it wasn't a someone either, there was no way that he wouldn't have recognized it. The robot that he had seen in the infirmary which gave away the other's hiding place… the toy that he always clutched to his side. The vintage looking robot stood proudly on the small mahogany coffee table next to a large chair facing the large bay window.

Near.

The blonde's heart thudded once, then seemed to be racing, and he blushed in response. There was no way that the little weirdo would have left it somewhere without being in the immediate proximity of it. The blonde was sure that Near still slept with it next to his bed at night... along with all his other toys.

"Were you just going to sit there?!" he demanded, marching over towards the dark chair. He was almost doubtful that Near was really there, but as sure as it was night, there he was.

The white curls of his hair brushing his forehead, his skin only a few shades lighter than the strands. Near's eyes, dark, large, and somewhat soulless, gazed at him with a strange curiosity. HIs pale pink lips were pulled into a smirk, one of the expressions that Mello had rarely seen. It unsettled him, not like Near's sweet, sloppy, and drunk smile, but in another way.

"I had no idea Mello would become so irate if he was deceived into believing that I wasn't here." He smirked again, making Mello want to slap the expression right off… or kiss it off. Probably both. The blonde wanted to see if Near could keep that smart ass expression in the midst of an orgasm, something that he highly doubted.

"I'm surprised that Mello came." He continued, pulling his knees up to his chest. The snow white 18 year old wrapped his thin arms around his lower limbs, resting his chin on his knee.

"Me too." The blonde replied bluntly, still watching the other individual.

Mello wasn't sure of what else to say, and did well at containing his surprise at seeing his junior. Although he had recently seen him, something was different. Near's pale face, with his flawless complexion, seemed...prettier.

Near had fallen silent now, gazing at the window, completely ignoring him. Mello was silently glad that even if his face seemed more beautiful, his attitude stayed the same. Mello sighed deeply, plopping back into a nearby chair, waiting for the pale boy's next words.

Silence.

It was odd, Mello couldn't even detect the sound of the other breathing. The dark eyed boy kept his gaze looked outside, watching the thick puffs of snow collect on the windowsill.

"Uh... Near?" the azure eyed male called out cautiously, feeling increasingly awkward in the silence of the suite.

The pale boy didn't spare him a glance, but now Mello had an idea of why.

The chocoholic leaned forward, noticing the light pink blush now decorating the apples of Near's usually alabaster cheeks.

"Why did you call me here?" He demanded suddenly, leaning back in his seat.

His junior didn't look at him as he answered, and twirled a thick lock of snow white hair around his lean fingers.

"To discuss the Kira case, of course." Near replied quietly, his voice laced with a foreign emotion that Mello was unable to decipher.

The blonde shot out of his seat. "You know damn well that's not the reason."

He stood in front of Near, his hand lashing out and grabbing the other by his thin, pale wrist. Yanking the underweight individual out of his seat, Mello bravely forced his lips against his. Though it wasn't apparently by looking at him, Mello was starving for Near, his kiss hungry and uncontained. One of his muscular arms curled around Near's barely there waist, holding the thin boy against himself.

Mello hated this, how right it felt, and how wrong he knew it should of. This was the boy who he used to dump milk cartons on during lunch, the one who he used to abuse. If he would have the consequences of his actions would result in an unhealthy need and obsession for the other boy, he never would have gave him another glance. Scratch that, cocky thirteen year old Mello wouldn't have even listened to himself.

Mello nipped at the other's lips, almost desperate for the touch. Seeming as needy as Mello was Near opened his lip slightly, his own tongue curling with Mello's. The eighteen year old wrapped his thin arms around Mello's neck, curling and sighing into the embrace. The pale individual groaned into Mello's mouth, their teeth clanking together clumsily for a moment, causing Near's blush to darken.

He reached up, twirling the soft blonde strands of Mello's hair around his fingers, much like he did his own. A bit surprised, but none the less ecstatic, he eagerly kissed down, spreading light, sweet, and almost chaste kisses on the sensitive skin of Near's neck. The recipient shuddered in response; small mewls coming from his pale pink parted lips. Mello bit down on the tender skin, causing the younger genius to cry out, clinging to his broad shoulders more tightly.

Near moaned, clawing at Mello, his breath hitching in his throat. The blonde continued biting and sucking along the sensitive skin, holding his shivering rival in his arms like a treasure.

"Mel...Mello..." The snow white boy whispered his name, his body arching up further into the older male's touch.

The blonde re-connected their lips, his erection pressing painfully into the materiel of his pants, begging to be stroked. Mello had to remind himself to go slow, that going too fast would only result in Near pulling away. The blonde bit Near's lower lip gently, pulling another long, breathless moan from his peachy lips. He reached down, guiding Near's thin leg up and wrapping it around his waist. The pale boy followed his lead, eagerly grinding up into him, wrapping his other leg around him also.

He trailed from his lips again, tracing small designs on the over-sensitive flesh of Near's throat. Mello began suckling along the skin there, his goal to leave a big, large, and throbbing hickey. Holding onto the other tightly, he strode through the suite quickly, setting Near on the large bed.

The blonde quickly climbed over him, reaching down, stroking the pale individual's half hardened testicles through the thin white fabric. N groaned, louder this time, his breath hissing through his clenched teeth. Near pushed his hips up, grinding against Mello's hand, surprising the blonde. Mello almost questioned if this was real, and not just another one of his very deceiving wet dreams.

The chocoholic instead pushed the thin material of Near's top up, his other hand sliding inside the waist band of Near's white pants. Without hesitation Mello gripped Near's erection, causing his rival to groan and writhe in his grip. The young genius bucked his hips up, thrusting into Mello's hand.

"M…Mel…Mello!" the pale individual cried out, blushing deeply.

Near gently cupped Mello's face, pulling the blonde into a sloppy kiss and tangling his thin fingers into the blonde's soft hair.

The blonde pulled away, much to Near's dissatisfaction, who made small and frustrated sounds in protest. Mello forced N's pajama bottoms down to his knees, exposing his milky thighs and aching member. He brought the tip to his lips, dragging his tongue across it, Near thrusting up in response. The azure eyed man pulled his erection between his lips eagerly, bobbing his head up and down. He alternated between quick and feverish bobs and licks, and slow torturous one, thoroughly enjoying the mewling sounds the dark eyed boy made.

He ignored his own need to be stroked, touched, well aware that the boy was nearing his limit. He bucked his hips up, thrusting into Mello's mouth, his hands gripping the silky comforter.

A sweet, half strangled cry ripped from his lips as his back arched, and without warning released into the hot cavern of the blonde's mouth. Mello blushed deeply; chuckling at Near whom quickly brought his small hands up to cover his face. The blushing boy's thighs quivered; sweat collecting on the back of his neck and the smooth expanse of his forehead. He reached over, grabbing a tissue from a nearby table and spitting into it.

Mello kind of wanted to laugh at the other boy, to smirk while he continued to drive the younger's body insane with his touches. The blonde wanted to make Near look at him and beg for the touch… but he refrained from it.

Later, he reasoned, not now, while this is all so fresh. The weirdo is probably still a virgin.

Now silently, he pulled Near's thin bottoms completely off, enjoying the sight of the other male in just the white shirt much more than he probably should have. His junior still covered his face with his hands, watching him through the thin spaces between his fingers. Not bothering to inquire about his odd behavior, he placed his hands on Near's knees and gently began pushing them apart. Mello pushed two of his own fingers between his lips, sucking on them before gently prodding the dark eyed boy's small opening. Near tensed up, the perfect face still concealed by his pale hands.

Mello stroked Near's milky thigh with his free hand, trying to distract the other while he forced the digit in. His junior sucked in a harsh pant through his slightly parted lips, his heart thudding in his chest.

Foreplay…foreplay. Mello reminded himself of the importance of the act, smothering his urge to rip off his pants and take the boy under him that very moment. He added another digit inside the writhing boy, Near whimpering quietly, letting out a small groan. The blonde began thrusting the digits in and out of Near's willing body, causing him to shudder and emit a louder moan.

The snow white boy's breath hitched in his throat, crying out loudly, and forcing his body down further on Mello's fingers. The pale hands left his face, gripping the blonde's shoulders once again, his face contorting with pleasure.

"Ah! M…Mello!"

Fully aware that he had located Near's prostate, he extracted his fingers, earning displeased sounds from the boy under him. The blonde ripped his shirt off in a fluid movement, quickly un-buttoning the constricting garments. Mello ripped out his hardened member, only stroking it twice before positioning against Near's hot entrance. With his mind under a heavy, hot, and needy haze, he forced himself into the writhing boy

"Ahh!" the pale boy cried out again, hot ears blurring his vision, running down the sides of his face.

The blonde reached forward, his strong hands wrapping around Near's scrawny wrists and pinning them against the bed under the both of them. Breathing deeply, he forced himself in and out of Near's tight hole, his heart racing. The blonde felt guilty, his hips snapping forward and pushing his thick member into his rival at a painful pace. He scooted forward slightly, angling his hips a bit differently, now striking the dark eyed boy's prostate with every aggressive thrust.

Near's moans climbed an octave, his cries now more desperate as he began moving his hips, trying to keep up with Mello's thrusts. The boy under him shuddered, his now erect member brushing against Mello's toned abs. The pale genius moaned again, his hips stilling now, unable to keep up with the aggressor.

Mello's name was spilling from Near's lips, high and needy, urging the other on.

"Fuck…Near!"

The blonde propelled into him, unable to control himself, trying to slow his thrusts. Near's tight walls constricted around his large member, and he let out another groan. Highly aware of the fact that he wasn't going to last much longer, he focused on the black lamp next to the bed. Trying to tone out Near's high wails that made him want to come right that moment, and attempting to keep his gaze away from his junior's face. The blonde shivered again, throwing his head back, engulfed in Near's tight heat. The blue eyed adult was completely immersed in the incredible sensation, his grip tightening on the boy under him.

He dared to glance down, terrified that seeing the pale individual's face in such a way would drain away the remainder of his stamina. Near's chest heaved with every breath he sucked in, tears streaming down his pale cheeks. Mello kissed them away, releasing one of his wrists so that he could stroke the other genius's needy length. The pale boy tossed his head to the side, the snow white hair damp with sweat. He blushed under Mello's touch; the usually pale cheeks now an uncharacteristically angry red.

"Ah!" he shivered violently, arching his back as he came. His orgasm intense and somewhat violent, the pale boy shot off into Mello's hand, his smooth thighs quivering. Mello's soiled hand didn't faze him, and he reached up, slipping the fingers back between Near's lips. The color on his cheeks deepened as he licked the digits in his mouth clean, his eyelids growing dangerously heavy. Mello quickened his thrusts, his hips snapping back and forth uncontrollably into Near's tight heat. The blonde came moments later, leaving the pale boy's insides and his cock covered in sticky fluid. His member softened quickly, and he collapsed breathlessly onto the individual under him.

"Fuck." Mello mumbled, allowing his eyes to close. The blonde curled his toned arms around Near's thin waist, pulling the boy closer to him. The pale boy reached over, somewhat hesitantly, and wrapped his thin arms around the blonde's neck. He began absentmindedly twirled the silky strands of Mello's hair around his slim fingers.

"I'm staying." Mello said firmly, taking a deep breath.

Near was silent, but allowed his eyes to slowly drift closed. Before Mello allowed himself to do the same, he placed a light kiss on the dark eyed boy's forehead. Near's pale lips curled into a small, barely there smile, one that Mello didn't fail to miss.

AN: Wow, it's been so, SOOO long since I've updated. Like… seriously long. I'm trying to get schedule for my updates, and I'll TRY to update quickly. I'm thinking of trying to update every Friday or Saturday since those are the days I have off.

And thank you so much for everyone who commented and is watching the story! I'll try not to disappoint! I wrote this chapter several times… but it kept getting deleted! It made me sad and I got super discouraged This chapter was a bit difficult because I wanted it to be so sexy, but didn't' want to make it grossly graphic. Aww… my babies finally did it! (Feels like a huge pervert)

Anyways, I tried to proof read it as much as possible, but if there are little grammatical errors, don't be afraid to tell me! Just be nice about it, lol. I hope everyone enjoyed the smut between Mello and Near! Remember that if you want the next chapter quickly, review it