I think this is the longest chapter so far, and the one with the most warnings. I'm sorry it took so long, I had to get my creative license reinstated. I must have re-written it fifteen times before I decided I didn't completely hate it.
For the record, I still don't own Death Note. Would any nice, rich person like to buy it for me?
Also, FYI. Bondage, and various other 'kinky' activities mean different things to different people, but in order for them to be enjoyable, the people involved have to trust each other immensely and if you really love your partner(s), it can be an amazing bonding experience.
Okay, WARNINGS: Gore; a brief kiss between Matt and Light; Another between Light and Near; explicit, kinky MxMxN sex; Traumatizing an OC. If you don't want to read the explicit material, skip to the very end once you get to it. I summarized the important stuff there.
Near was gone again when Matt woke up. "Mello..." He muttered sleepily, patting the bed in search of the blonde, "Where's Near?"
"I don't know..." Mello snarled, "He's sneaking around way too much. Have you seen my gun?"
"No, sorry. You sure you didn't leave it somewhere?"
"Hell, I don't know. Which way is up?"
Matt chuckled and kissed Mello firmly, "It's okay, we'll look for it later."
Near was still missing when they left for school and no one on the team had seen him.
'Tiny' was still a bitch, but during first period, Matt talked circles around him until he was doubting everything from his self-image to his existence. "...So, Tiny, that's why white and black are the same thing. They are both the presence and absence of all color." He concluded, just as the bell rang.
"Matt, dude, I think you made my brain melt back at the whole, 'If you can only know for sure that you exist, how do you know that your life isn't just a complicated dream? Who can you ask?' part. Seriously, Matt, you've given that way too much thought." George moaned, "We're not studying advanced philosophy. I don't even know what bodily orifice you pulled that out of, but I think you seriously screwed up the psychology teacher."
Matt laughed, "But it was worth it. I thought Tiny was going to roll into the fetal position and cry."
George laughed right along with him.
By third period, Matt wasn't sure if he should worry more about Near or Mello, and by lunch, he was convinced he should be more concerned about Near. Then Mello called him on his cell.
"Hey, Matt. You going to talk to the coach?" The blonde's voice reminded him.
"Ya, Beth, I'm going. Are you at lunch?" He asked as calmly as he could.
"No, I went outside to eat. I thought I saw Rick come out here and decided I would talk to him."
'Oh, Fuck!' Was the first thought to cross his mind, "Go back inside. Now!" Before Mello could even protest, he heard the solid thump and the sound of air being forcibly expelled from lungs, then he heard the clatter of the cell phone hitting the ground. "Beth! Oh God, Beth, are you there?" He was already running when he heard the gunshot
Matt beat the other students outside by a couple seconds, just in time to avoid the automatic lock-down. As he rounded a grove of trees, he stopped in stunned horror. Mello was laying on the ground, covered in blood. Rick was slouched over him, the top of his head completely missing and a baseball bat clutched in his hand, but the most shocking sight was Near. He was standing at the far end of the clearing, holding Mello's gun in a two-handed shooting stance, his eyes wide and frantic. The tiny cross on its chain swayed with Near's shaking body. "Is he okay, Matt?"
Matt's heart stopped in his chest. The only other time he'd seen Mello so vulnerable was right after he got his scars. His feet were moving him before his mind could catch up; he dropped to his knees beside his blonde lover and pulled him into his arms. "I'll take care of him, get the hell out of here before the police show up."
Near gave a shaky nod and ran two steps before Lidner caught him and lifted him into her arms. "He'll be okay." She whispered, and took off toward what Matt knew was a nearby hideout.
"Wake up, Sunshine. Please wake up..." Matt murmured against Mello's temple.
"'m awake..." Mello blinked his eyes open, and gave a little groan. "Wha' happened?"
"Rick attacked you, and Near shot him."
"Why did he attack me?" Mello demanded, "You shouldn't be able to have someone kill another person with the Note!"
"We'll figure it out later." Matt promised, pulling him a little closer when the first officer came around the edge of the woods.
Explaining what had happened was kind of hard, because Matt didn't know and Mello had been unconscious, but the fact that Mello was bleeding from his scalp really helped their case. The fact that Rick had a few of his shining gold locks tangled around his fingers pretty much cemented it.
"Does she really have to make a statement, officer? She can't remember anything." Matt asked, when Mello started openly sobbing. Was he seriously having a breakdown? "And I didn't see anything. I just found them like I told you..."
"Do you have someone who can pick you up?" The older man asked, giving him the 'good cop' act; or maybe he really was a good cop, one can never tell.
"I can call my brother. I'm not sure if my mom is still at work..."
"And what about her?" The officer inclined his greying head toward Mello.
"Well, um, I thought she could just come home with me..."
"Where's her mother?" The raised eyebrow was starting to worry Matt.
"Working late. Please, we're on her emergency forms."
Finally, the officer nodded, "Fine, kid, call your mom. I still recommend medical treatment..."
"Matty's mom used to be a nurse..." 'Beth' sniffed, doe-eyed and pitiable. It made Matt think of how Near acted while he was sick. "I'm really scared of hospitals."
Miss Yagami, alias Miss Nolan, showed up shortly after Matt called Light. "Honey, are you okay?" She wrapped a coat around Mello, "We can't have you going into shock, you poor thing." Then she turned to Matt, "Your brother has been worried sick ever since Evelyn called and told me she heard shots. We didn't know if something happened to you! And your poor sister wanted me to rush right over, but I thought it would be better to wait for some kind of news. I'm so glad you're okay."
"Mom!" Matt protested, "Please, I just want to go home."
Miss 'Nolan' turned back to the officer, "Is that all you needed?"
"Yes, Ma'am, You just take care of those kids."
"Thank you, officer."
Mello was sprawled on the couch twenty minutes later, a chocolate bar in his hand, a bandage on his head and a hot compress on his ribs, when Near walked in.
The pale boy laid his head against the blonde's thigh, and spoke the words Matt had been choking on since the incident, "I thought... I thought I was going to lose you."
Matt leaned over the back of the couch and moved the hand he'd been resting casually on Mello's hip to pet Near's milky curls.
"I thought I was going to lose me, too" Mello admitted, lacing his fingers through Matt's and into Near's hair. "I think we were all afraid, but you saved me. Thank you, Near."
Near gave him a small smile, "I'm just glad I made it on time, Mello."
"Ya?" The blonde gave a shaky chuckle, "So am I." His hand slipped down to Near's shoulder and he pulled him up for a kiss. "So damn glad."
"You should be more concerned with how you plan to protect yourselves in the future. It would be a terrible waste to survive this incident only to die because CK figured out your name." Lidner was leaning in the doorway and as she spoke she walked over to the stack of files left half-sorted on the bed. "Which ones are your most likely suspects?"
"Definitely the soccer coach and the cheer coach. Both of them exhibit inappropriate sexual behavior toward their students. They also tend to talk often and secretively. Because we've already proven that there is more than one CK, they are the most likely suspects. After that, the PE teacher flirts with anything on two legs. The english lit. teacher for the eleventh grade had a kid who got hit by a drunk driver. The driver was a cheerleader; though that wouldn't explain the rape, or what happened to Rick, so I would say the chances of him being the Canadian Kira are very low. The anatomy teacher implied to a small group of female students that his penis is larger than most; which I seriously doubt. Finally, the sex ed. teacher informed the class that it's perfectly normal to be bisexual, and while I'm inclined to agree with him, that puts him on the list of suspects." Mello listed off without pause, "I haven't met all of the teachers, but those stood out during my investigation. Feel free to look over the other files if they aren't CK."
She gave a sharp nod and picked up the first file. "Mello, I always knew you were good."
Mello caught the file she tossed to him and held it up for Matt to see. "Congrats, your coach is a serial killer."
"Joy..." Matt muttered. "Mello, you won't just kill him... you rarely kill anyone who's still useful... What's the plan?"
Mello levered himself off of the couch and insinuated himself along Matt's side. "My favorite rule," He purred, and Matt shuddered when he felt the wet warmth of Mello's lips caress along his ear, "The Death Note will be rendered useless if the victim's name is misspelled four times."
"It would really suck to be a dyslexic Kira." Matt joked, pulling Mello into his arms and sitting down. If the blonde kept playing with his ear, he wouldn't be able to think. "But, seriously, isn't there another rule that goes with that one? If you spell it wrong on purpose or something?"
Of coarse, best laid plans and all that, Mello straddled him and kissed his neck. He seemed too smug for someone who'd just been proven wrong. "Be a hell of a lot easier if he was dyslexic... But you're right, so I guess we're just going to have to liberate the Death Note from him by force." Matt could hear the barely repressed joy in Mello's voice.
"Which can be arranged. Apparently, not only did I fail to kill L..." Light walked into the room, followed by L, then, much to Matt's surprise, his all time favorite thief.
"Wedy! I thought you were dead!" Mello only looked a little put out by being dumped unceremoniously onto the couch when Matt got up suddenly. "Why didn't you contact us? What about Aiber?"
"Easy Matt. Hang on a second." Wedy laughed, tapping him on the nose. "You have no patience at all."
"Come on! I haven't seen you in over three years. Give!" Matt demanded, chuckling when he realized that despite those three years, he still wasn't taller than her.
"Aiber's running a little late. It seems you didn't need our help up till now anyway." She commented, looking around at his surveillance and hacking equipment.
"Ya, well I had a really good teacher." He responded, giving her a wink.
"Am I missing something?" Light asked, looking back and forth between them.
Mello smirked around a chocolate bar, "Wedy taught Matt everything he knows, although I think he slept through most of it."
"They let a thief teach L's heirs?" Light asked.
Matt shot him a grin, entirely too amused by Light's surprise, "You're just jealous because you never had hot teachers growing up."
Light looked floored for a second, then slowly, he started to laugh. Once he'd regained his composure, he asked, "So, Wedy, just how did you survive?"
Wedy smiled, and Matt caught a glimpse of too sharp canines before she went back to her usual mysterious teasing. "A lady never gives away her secrets."
"You can't steal them from her, either." Matt thought back on his disastrous attempts to bug her back at Wammy's. "Believe me, I've tried."
"Don't feel too bad Matt, I have way more experience than you in these things." Wedy smiled, "That's why I was able to bug yours and Mello's room back at the 'House' without your knowledge."
Matt felt his face flame red. When did she do that? What had she heard?
Mello gave a throaty laugh. "And yet you never told Roger. Loyalty among thieves?"
"You two were just too cute together. I couldn't let a stuffy old man ruin that." Wedy cooed, petting Mello's unscarred cheek with one fingertip, Mello glared. "Besides, the two of you are like Aiber 'n me, you walk both sides of the law."
"Please don't teach them to walk too far past that line, Wedy." L admonished her from where he stood at Light's side.
Wedy started to nod just as someone's phone rang. L held out his hand to Wedy and she pulled his phone out of her purse with a grin too smug to be guilt.
"This is L." He answered with the same air of authority he'd always possessed. Matt watched the detective's eyes widen and felt a sense of dread, not much could unnerve L. "Is he still there, Miss Yagami... Mum... Yes, I'll send them right away... Please keep him busy..."
"Mum?" Matt mouthed to Light, his curiosity aroused.
Light smiled mysteriously and mouthed back, "Mom knows."
L snapped the cell phone shut and turned to Wedy. "Aiber is arriving tomorrow morning, correct?" He frowned when she nodded, "That isn't good. Mello, I know this is your case, but I think it would be for the best if Light-kun and I joined you tonight."
Matt could see the tension in every line of Mello's body, "What's happened?"
"The soccer coach wants to take the two of you out..."
This had to be, by far, the most undercover work anyone on the team, Aiber excepted, had ever done. Matt stood in a pre-club store, staring up at a wall of leather and chains that reminded him of Mello's closet. "I thought you told my mom we were going to dinner, Coach."
"What our parents don't know, won't hurt us, Matt!" George exclaimed from his spot next to the coach. Matt had a hard time believing that, especially with the way that Coach Christiens was looking at 'Beth'.
In the end, the Coach chose their outfits for them. George seemed to think this was the single coolest thing ever as he walked out of the dressing room wearing what amounted to a leather thong and a collar. Matt was better off in leather shorts and velvet straps.
"I'm not sure how I feel about this skirt." Mello (Beth) commented, pulling at the strip of leather that barely covered his ass, "Can I have something a little longer?"
The Coach laughed and acquiesced, handing over a skirt made of leather strips, held together by silver chains. Mello made a small huffing sound, but didn't bother to complain.
Light and L were already in the club when they arrived; Light stretched across a metal table on his stomach while L wiped down his exposed skin with disinfectant. He would never have recognized them if he hadn't known what they'd be wearing. There was a thick chain connecting a collar around Light's neck to a cuff around L's wrist.
Matt found that he couldn't tear his eyes away even when L cracked a whip across Light's exposed back. It shocked him that Light's groan spiked through him, straight to his groin, when the other screams and pleas that filled the club did nothing for him. This was either something to repress for all he was worth, or it could just be that most of the other couples were female or het... that could explain it... girl moans, yuck...
"See something you like?" Christiens whispered in his ear, and what a surprise, suddenly his cock wasn't interested at all anymore.
Matt faked a nervous smile, "The one in the muzzle's kinda hot..."
"Oh... He is, Matty! I kinda like his... sub... too." 'Beth' gushed, "It would be so hot to have a foursome with them!"
"Hey... The little lady knows what she likes." Another man had materialized from a door to the right. "Well, Bobby, you know how to pick em. Taking your usual room?"
The Coach smiled a truly sick smile. "Ya. Go invite the two hot boys over there to join us."
Matt was really starting to wonder where Near was, but he was almost shocked when his pale lover stepped through the door. He looked four years older, and it had nothing to do with makeup. The clothes he was wearing were beautiful; the red and black silk trench coat swirled around his knees like a living thing and the mesh of his shirt allowed for brief glimpses of pale nipples.
The Coach eyed him appreciatively, "Now there's a hot piece of ass. I wonder if it's as tight as it looks."
Matt wanted to rip the man's balls off. Near was too damn good to be treated like a cheap whore. He should be respected and loved.
The room was gaudy as hell, in fact, it looked a damn lot like hell. There were things hanging on the walls that not even Matt, with his long and varied history as Mello's bondage partner, could identify. In the center of the room was a faux stone "alter", presumably for virgin sacrifices.
L glanced around, then promptly introduced himself as 'Li' and Light as 'Raitaro'. Near introduced himself as 'Nick'.
Light was wearing a mask that covered from his forehead to his nose. "So, you looking for a casual fling?" Light murmured, his lips caressing Matt's.
Yep, that interest was definitely back. Being a teenager was hell, even if you did happen to have two really hot partners that were entirely exclusive, and entirely willing... It was especially hellish when you could get an erection for the man who's sleeping with your childhood hero... who, by the way, also turns you on.
Light kissed like it was a battle. His tongue spared with Matt's like he had to win or he'd die. When Matt pulled away, Light nipped him in retaliation. "Don't ever pull away first." The older boy growled around Matt's lower lip, then he dove back into the kiss with a vengeance.
Near pulled Light away with a hand in his hair and yanked him around for a kiss. The five inch platforms he was wearing were probably the only thing that even let him reach Light's mouth without stretching. Their kiss was sloppy, full of nips and tongues, and all the frustration they'd caused each other as enemies.
Both L and Mello were watching with barely contained jealousy and obvious arousal. Matt felt a little bad for them. The entire situation was one he'd have rather done without, but as long as they kept it to a casual make out session, it would be okay. Light was hot, but he didn't feel like that toward him.
The coach whispered something in L's ear and he nodded. "Raitaro..."
Light pulled away from them and went to his lover. After a whispered conversation, he turned back to them, "Matt, are you a slave or a master?"
Matt thought it over quickly; if the shit hit the fan, Mello would do anything necessary to ensure their safety, Near would be able to stay calm and take control of the situation, so could L and both L and Light could fight like sons of bitches. There was only one logical conclusion, "I'm a slave."
Matt thought twice about his decision when he was tied up naked over the alter. Damn was it uncomfortable. He would have given just about anything for one of the metal tables from the other room. The disinfectant was cold, the rags were rough, and of all the people he trusted in the room, Mello was the only one he knew had actively participated in BDSM before and he had to pretend he hadn't.
Light lifted something down from a shelf and Matt heard the familiar sound of crackling electricity. He had a pretty good idea what Light was holding, but he tried not to appear visibly excited. If he was right, he was about to get a taste of one of his favorite toys... One Mello had refused to use on him once Kira killed his Mafia. The refusal had been rational, but still... The risk was slim to none since they both knew that Matt had a healthy heart.
"Is that a Violet Wand?" Near asked, reaching for it carefully. It was as good as him saying 'Let me use it, I don't want you playing with my lover.' if you translated it from Near-ese into regular English. Matt liked that, it made him feel loved.
"You know how to use it?" Light asked like he was asking a stranger as he placed the blue-violet glass tube into Near's hand.
Near ran it across his own palm briefly, giving a pleased little moan, then nodded, "I know how, but I've never tried electrical play before."
Matt was practically vibrating with excitement by the time Near brought the tip of the wand close enough to his skin for the first spark to arc to him. It felt like waves shivering under his skin. He arched his back, practically begging for more.
Near trailed the pleasant shower of sparks up over his nipples, then down, just below his navel. Matt loved it there, always had.
"Oh, more... More..." He demanded, trying to find a grip with his heels so he could lift his hips. Light turned up the voltage and the feeling morphed to a pleasantly vulgar mix of feeling like he'd piss himself and feeling like he'd come. "Yesss... like that..."
Near leaned down and licked him, giving a little groan himself when an errant spark jumped to his tongue. "It feels gooood..." Near purred in his ear, making little circles around his navel with the wand.
"Yes... yes..." Matt agreed in breathy moans, "So good... too good... Much more... and... and..."
"It's okay... You can come for us... Show us what you look like..." Who knew Near was so good at talking dirty? He made such polite phrasing sound so arousing... Then he lowered the wand the tiny bit it took to have Matt seeing stars.
Matt wasn't sure how many men could orgasm just from electrical stimulation, probably didn't want to know, but he could and did, long, hot bursts of semen erupting from his body to coat his stomach and drip down onto the alter below him. The best part was that Near didn't move the wand away until he finished, and the electricity following the path of his seed. "Mmm... That was... incredible..." the red-head muttered, flexing the muscles along his torso languidly, "You're good at that... Should do it more often..."
True to form, the Coach just had to ruin the moment by grinning lecherously down at Matt, "I want a taste."
Near brought the wand up inches from his face and he jumped back.
"Hey, watch it with that thing!" Christiens protested, "I have a weak heart!"
"You don't have any heart at all... You shouldn't do this shit to kids..." Mello growled, motioning from Matt, who was somewhere between post-orgasmic bliss and outright fear, to George, who was cowering in the corner. "I should let Near turn that thing up all the way and fry you."
"N-Near?" The coach stammered, clearly confused and not taking well to the thought of being fried.
"I guess I can take consolation in the fact that L's going to arrest you now, so don't worry, you can live for a little while longer." Mello finished as he used a small bottle of solvent to peel off "Beth's" face.
Apparently Coach Christiens did know who L was, because his eyes darted from face to face in a panic.
"You won't be able to kill us." Near told him rationally, "You don't know our names, and we won't let you use the Death Note. Just give up."
The first CK surrendered like the cowering, sniveling fool that he was, and was led away in cuffs. Gevanni and Matsuda searched the room and took anything that wasn't in its original packaging as evidence and Becca took the woman suit with her when they left.
"We'll give you some privacy." Light muttered, flushed all the way to the tips of his ears; without the mask, it was easy to see how much their little 'performance' had effected him. Then he pulled L out of the room by his wrist. Even through the closed door, they could hear him demanding a private room.
"There's a 'you use it, you buy it' rule in place, and we have unlimited funds." Mello murmured suggestively, his fingers tracing over the boxes on the shelves. "They have toys in this place that I never even thought to look for... This, though, I think you'll like."
Near pulled off his remaining boot, looking way beyond happy to have them off, then turned to Mello, "What is it?"
"An electro stimulation catheter." Mello held out the box for Near to examine.
Near didn't bother to take it, he just pulled off his coat, hopped up on the alter beside Matt, and spread his legs. "I trust you, Mello."
"That's good," Mello murmured against Near's ear as he helped the pale boy out of his remaining clothes, "This is about trust. I want you to understand that I don't want you to stay quiet if something makes you uncomfortable. The safeword is 'red'. If you say 'red', I'll stop and we won't ever have to do it again. And if you say 'yellow', I'll wait and you can tell me what you don't like, okay?"
"Okay..." Near's breath hitched on the end of the word and his charcoal eyes rolled when the blonde poured cool disinfectant over his erection and wiped it clean with a sterile rag, then he watched with wide eyes while Mello lubricated his urethra.
Matt could feel Near shivering where the pale boy's shoulders rested against his chest. "Relax, Near, it's okay. It feels really good, I promise..." He whispered, unhooked the panic snap that held cuff around his wrist and brought his arm down to pet Near's hair.
Near started to relax, only to tense back up and bite down hard on his lower lip when Mello started to insert the catheter.
"You okay?" The blonde asked, looking up into Near's eyes.
"It feels... really weird..." Near muttered, flushing. "Do a little more..."
An inch and a half later, Near was panting heavily, eyes closed, collapsed across Matt's torso.
"Feel good yet?" Matt asked, reaching down to rub one of Near's tempting pink nipples.
Near answered with a little groan, his head lolling to one side.
"I'll take that as a yes..." Matt laughed, freeing his other wrist and curling his arms around Near a bit awkwardly. He couldn't help a moan himself when he looked down to check Mello's progress, because the sight of the catheter being inserted was just too fucking hot.
Mello was doing it painfully slow, probably afraid that if he screwed this up, Near would never let it happen again, but he was almost done. "Near, look at me..." He prompted, and once those foggy eyes focused on him, he pushed the catheter the rest of the way in and turned it on.
Near made a noise Matt had never heard before and his nails bit into Matt's arms.
"Near..." Once the pale boy's eyes had locked on his again, Mello asked, "Are you okay?"
One of Near's hands pried itself loose to lace with Mello's and he nodded weakly. Matt watched him swallow twice before he could form a semi-coherent sentence. "Feels... so weird... so Good..."
"Kind of inherent to us, huh?" Mello smiled, licking up the pale thigh in front of him, then dipping his head to taste a bit of the pre-come already dripping around the catheter.
"Mph... Mello..." Near let out a high pitched whimper, arching his back as the blond's fingers caressed his balls. Then Mello dropped down to suck on his ankle bone and had Near practically crying with pleasure.
Matt licked at the salty trails tracing down Near's cheeks, "You're so gorgeous like this. I love how much you trust us."
Near whimpered again and turned his head to let Matt kiss him. Mello apparently took the momentary distraction to remove the catheter, because Near's scream was muffled against Matt's mouth as his orgasm took him by surprise. The soft whimpers Near was making, blissed out and curled half-way onto his chest, were enough make Matt's chest tighten with emotion. One look at Mello's face had his groin tightening as well, because, damn, Near's come was forming little droplets in his scars and down his neck. It was fuckin hot.
"Mello... c'mere..." Near murmured, and somehow he got them all positioned so he could suck Mello while Mello sucked Matt.
It was slow and lazy compared to the rest of the evening. Mello licked and sucked in the same slow, almost comforting rhythm Near used on him and brought Matt over the edge gently. Then they all managed to cuddle up on the damn uncomfortable alter until Light and L came to fetch them.
Matt, understandably, did not want to move. It took Light threatening his PS3 to goad him into action. "You really are Evil..." He muttered irritably as he pulled on a pair of regular jeans and wrapped Near in a robe. Mello managed to walk out to the car on his own power, but Near was completely out of it and thus had to be carried.
"Hey, Matt..." Mello commented in a drowsily once they were all clean and tucked into their own bed.
"Ya?" Matt asked, opening one eye slightly.
Mello gave him a subdued grin, "Looks like Near likes electricity as much as you do..."
"Mm-hm..."
He would have sworn he heard Near chuckle, but Hell, he could have been dreaming.
All in all, the day was a success. One of the CKs was safely behind bars, Mello was safe, George wasn't too traumatized, and Wedy managed to steal the Death Note back... Matt suspected he knew which Shinigami it belonged to, but he could wait to find out...
OMG... Done with this chapter... Starting the Next... (Huge sigh of relief) ...TBC...
