A/N: Gonna try and write longer chapters if I can. I feel like I don't write enough in each of my chapters, so I'm going to try harder. :P

Anyways, I hope you like the chapter, reviews are welcomed, and I'm thankful to all of you for sticking around!

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(Near P.O.V)

I did everything that Light told me to after I called him. I locked the doors so the blonde couldn't escape and get lost in his hazed state, and I made sure to keep a close eye on him. I'd never seen anyone on drugs however, so everything Mello was doing made me a tad more nervous than when he was normal. He was incredibly giggly, kept swatting at invisible nothings, and would try to get me to do stuff for him. He'd even began a show tune at one point, but then started singing in German. I'd wondered for a while if I should be videotaping this – for Light and L or for blackmail… whichever one worked best – but decided against it. Mello didn't need that sort of thing haunting him when it wasn't his choice to be in this mess as it was.

The worst part about all this was that Mello was the only adult in this situation. Matt was with Misa in her rooms preparing for her show this week, and Watari was with L and Light who were an hour away visiting Beyond. I could have had Amelia with me, but she needed to be downstairs getting any information she could on the rest of the designers and models. So, in a sense, I was all alone.

I looked up a few ways to get him back into sobriety, but the best method was to wait it out. I even tried to look up what drug had affected him so, and the closest possible match was LSD. However, with how loopy Mello was at the moment, with no signs of getting better, it looked as though he'd had four times the dosage he should have gotten. That, or he was a lightweight when it came to drugs.

When I was finished looking up what I needed to know, I shut off my laptop and began watching the blonde again. He was sitting upside down on the couch grinning like a moron, reaching and grabbing for something that I couldn't see. I had to admit, I almost liked him better this way.

He giggled again. "Near, did you see that!?"

I sighed. "What was it, Mello?"

"The penguin! How could you miss it!? It's purple and fuzzy, and…" he paused, getting a bit serious. "And it's trying to steal Matt's guitar!"

I decided to humour him. "Mello, Matt left his guitar at home. That must be the penguin's guitar. Now let him play you a few songs."

"But I swear…!" He paused again, squinting at the unseen penguin. "Oh… nevermind. Matt's guitar isn't baby-blue. Play on Jimmy!"

"Jimmy?"

He looked at me incredulously and I had to hide my snickers from him. "Well I can't just call him penguin! It's like if I called you 'human' instead of 'Near', duh!"

I cleared my throat of the giggles. "Right, you're correct. How could I have been so stupid?"

"I know! You're like the smartest person I know! Why would you make a mistake like that?! Quit being dumb, Near!" He demanded as he fell to the floor, landing on his head. "Sorry Jimmy!"

I was really struggling to keep my giggles in now. This scene with Mello was too funny, not to mention I doubted he'd remember it by tomorrow.

If it wears off by then.

The blonde picked himself off the ground and rested his chin on the couch cushion to look at me. "You know what we should do?"

I took a breath. "What should we do, Mello?"

He giggled again. "We should make cookies! I love cookies! Chocolate cookies! With… you know… chocolate!" He giggled once more before slipping to the floor again. "I'd totally love you if we did that!"

I chuckled at this. "We don't have a kitchen, Mello. We're in a hotel. I could call room service and ask for cookies though."

He went a bit silent before quietly asking, "Chocolate ones?"

I let a snicker loose before answering, "Yes, Mello, chocolate ones."

He threw a fist in the air in victory. "Yes! All hail the chocolate lord, Mihael Keehl! You may call me King Mello, if you prefer!"

I full out laughed at this, standing up to grab the phone. When my laughter faded a bit, I bowed to Mello. "If it is cookies you wish, my king, then cookies you shall get."

"Chocolate cookies!" He demanded, still lying on the floor.

I chuckled at him. "Yes, king Mello, chocolate cookies." And with that I placed my order.

Room service brought us the cookies right away, and Mello's – highly dilated – eyes lit up in pure joy. He even hugged me tight before digging in. I had to wonder how much of the actual Mello was still in there with him. But, seeing that he still had a love for chocolate, gave me hope that we'd see the real Mello by tomorrow morning.

The cookies were gone before long and Mello still lay on the floor, having taken off his vest to cool down a bit. I had to admit it scared me when I saw him strip away his vest, thinking he was going to start streaking, but I'd relaxed when he said he was just too warm. It might have just been a side effect from the drugs.

At that moment I got a text from Light.

"Traffic is backed up… bad crash… will try to be there as soon as we can. Hang in there, Near."

I grumbled. "Not good."

Mello caught this. "What? What's not good?! Are my feet melting!?"

I sighed. "No, you're feet are fine. Light and L are caught in traffic and won't be back for a little while longer. It means we're stuck here all alone for a while."

He perked up at this. "Really?"

I nodded, noticing Mello get up from the floor to crawl onto the couch. He seemed to have some sort of… wild look in his eyes. They weren't as wide as before, but his pupils were still dilated to an extremity. His eyes were almost… longing.

He looked up and down my body. "So… we're all alone? No L or Light to bug us?"

I got a bit afraid of the way he said this, and I backed up into the couch. "Y-yes?"

I backed my way into the corner of the couch and Mello crawled up a bit more until he was just hanging over me. I was breathing heavily now, but for some reason… I liked it.

He began to straddle my torso, a lustful smile playing at his lips. "So then, why not fool around for a bit?"

My eyes widened and I tried to get up and get away from him. He pushed me down though and I could suddenly feel my pants grow just a bit tighter. I knew exactly how I was feeling inside, but I couldn't do this. Not to Matt and certainly not to Mello. I wouldn't take advantage of him in this state no matter how much I desired him.

He chuckled at me. "Are you really trying to escape, Near? I thought this was what you wanted. You still have a crush on me, right? So…" he leaned down, grazing his teeth over my earlobe. "Why not indulge my offer."

My pants grew tighter and the strain was hurting me now. How many times had I dreamed of Mello saying these words to me, or offering his body to me? How many times had I wanted him all to myself? Now I was getting the chance to have what not even Matt had yet, and I was saying no? Sometimes I hated how much of a gentleman I was.

But I didn't want him in this way.

Mello lowered his hips onto mine and threw his head back after feeling me through our clothes. "Dear lord, Near! How is it you aren't bursting through your jeans?!"

My heart gave a thump of pain. "Mello, please get off of me."

The blonde lowered himself to my eye level again and began kissing my jawline. "Aww, Near, do you not like me anymore? Or do you just have other plans in mind?"

I lost myself in his kisses then, and I had to fight to get my head straightened out. "Mello… I… I still like you… but…"

"But nothing," he whispered. "If you want this, all you have to say is yes. I'll even let you top me if that's what you want. But if you don't mind being the bottom, that works just as well for me. So what do you want?"

My heart began racing in incredible speeds. All that I wanted, right in front of me, all mine for the taking, and no one could stop me. Not even Matt would get this if I said yes. I'd forever live with the memory that Mello gave himself to me before Matt and I'd lose my own virginity to the man I'd had a crush on since I was a kid.

But… Mello wouldn't remember. I just knew it. He'd wake up tomorrow morning never knowing what he'd done. All he'd know was that he fell asleep, and that his feelings would return to Matt almost instantly. There was no love or justice in this, and if I chose to go through with this now… then I'd only be hurt him and myself.

With great reluctance, I kicked Mello off of me and to the floor. Before he could get up though I grabbed two pairs of handcuffs from the drawer in the side-table where L was keeping his emergency equipment, then handcuffed Mello's hands behind him and his legs together. He wasn't going to be able to get anywhere now.

He smiled. "You're incredibly kinky, Near! Come on, un-cuff my legs so we can do this properly! Jimmy might even watch!"

I felt my stomach churn in sadness and I ran to the bathroom to cry. Mello screamed at me, demanding why I wasn't doing him, but I said nothing back. I was too hurt to even look at him.

All the while I was in the washroom, I cried. Repeating to myself that none of his feelings were real, that it was all a hallucination due to the drugs. I had done the right thing by pushing him away…

But I wished more than ever that it didn't hurt so much.

(Light P.O.V)

L and I rushed into the hotel and ran as fast as we could to find Mello and Near upstairs in our rooms. We'd been caught in traffic for over two and a half hours and it was dusk when we'd gotten back. I'd hadn't wanted to take so long, but that's the way things worked unfortunately

When we got there and had opened the door to the rooms and found Mello sleeping on the floor, his hands and legs cuffed, and Near nowhere in sights. Something was not right.

The blonde woke up and groaned as he looked up at us. "L? Light? What's going on?"

L ran to his side and un-cuffed him. "You were drugged, Mello. Do you remember anything from being under the influence?"

The blonde combed his hand through his hair. "I can only remember having a drink from the bar… and then my head got really fuzzy… and the rooms spinning…" he clasped onto his head then. "God, my head hurts!"

I looked to L. "Get him into bed, give him some ibuprofen for his headache, I'll go looking for Near."

And with that I started looking. I didn't have to look for long however since I heard cries coming from the bathroom. I opened the bathroom door and found Near sitting in the bathtub, knees to his chest, and shaking as if he were freezing cold.

"Near?"

He looked up at me. "Light!" He said happily, jumping out of the tub and ran to hug me.

After our hug I asked him what was going on, but he only started crying again. I wouldn't get the truth from him for a while yet, but the moment I did get it… I was more than sorry for him. But at the same time, I was incredibly proud of him.