Author's Note: Here is the final chapter for this trainwreck. Enjoy!
.:* Chapter 3 *:.
Naomi awoke from her slumber and found Mello watching over her peacefully. There was a softened expression on his face that indicated he harbored tender feelings towards her, despite the flirtations and the witty banter and even the antagonistic quips and exchanges that they shared. Naomi slowly wrapped her fingers around Mello's, smiling softly. "Thanks for letting me sleep. I thought you'd do something."
"Please, I'm trustworthy and a classy gentleman," Mello said, to which Naomi snorted. "Honest. I wouldn't do that to you. Besides, I hope you'll agree to an arrangement I've made for tonight."
Naomi perked up.
"What is that?"
"I called Matt," Mello drawled while twirling his rosary with his fingers. "He's coming over. Thought we'd try a threesome."
"A threesome?" Naomi said, suddenly feeling dizzy. Everything was progressing way too fast. She wondered how she would ever explain this to her fiancé, or even L. "Mello, your sexual appetite is insatiable."
"I'm a cunning linguist," Mello said with a smirk, as he dipped his head down to Naomi's panties and slowly started to slide them down her hips. Naomi let out a breathy sigh in anticipation, feeling his breath tickle the delta between her legs, before he dipped his tongue inside her and ladled the sweet essence with it. Naomi moaned and blushed—Mello was doing his tempting shenanigans again. She could perfectly see why he was a lady killer—blond hair, blue eyes, a handsome visage and wearing body fitting leather that showed the perfect outlines and crinkles of his very sizeable package. It's gotta be the leather, she figured.
"Mello," Naomi said in a tender voice as she brushed his hair with a hand while he continued to eat her. "Ah! …When is Matt…mm…coming?"
"Woops," Mello said as he lifted his head away from her crotch and then kissed her on the lips, letting her taste herself. "Can't have you coming yet. Here…"
Mello then started to suckle on one over her pert, pretty pink nipple in one mouth, while his other hand massaged the other weighty breast in the palm of his hand. His hand then went to pinch her nipple, and Naomi let out another gasp and he silenced her with another kiss, before he went to work on her nipple again. His tongue swirled and lapped around it, and Noami couldn't help but lose herself to this pleasure.
Another presence entered the room, and Naomi heard a vice chide Mello.
"Started without me, huh? You're one horny bastard, Mello."
"Hey," Mello said as he stopped sucking on Naomi's nipple for a few seconds. "Don't tell me that you're jealous, Mattie? We will be pleasuring this lovely lady here tonight. Show her a good time."
"Hello," Naomi said in between a gasp, before getting abetter look at the individual known as Matt. Or Mail Jeevas, as L once revealed to her, as she was his most trusted confidante. "Mello basically kidnapped me and took me to his hideaway, where he kept my underwear hostage so that I can stay the night."
"That's my boy," Matt said with a high five to Mello, before he started to join in on the fun as well. He positioned himself on the couch and put Naomi on his lap. Naomi could feel his erection pressing from his pants and into her buttocks. Were all the Wammy Boys this horny?
Matt started to finger her, where her juices pooled in a small puddle on the couch. Mello cupped Naomi's cheek gently in a gloved hand, before kissing her deeply. Matt's fingers started to work a tempted circle on her clitoris, and Noami could only moan into Mello's mouth from the sheer pleasure that she was getting from both of the men. Mello's tongue probed a little deeper into her mouth, and Naomi tentatively poked her tongue towards his while they locked lips in a tight seal. Her essence spilled onto the couch and dribbled across Matt's jeans.
Matt then shimmed off his pants and boxers, his erection propped against Naomi's aching vagina. He dipped his cock in some of her spilled secretion, before he entered inside her.
"Aah," Matt grunted when he slipped inside of her, before bucking his hips in a rocking motion so that Naomi's hips slammed against his pelvis.
Naomi blushed again while Mello parted away from their kiss and began kissing her throat and her breasts and her stomach all over. Naomi soon lost herself to ecstatic pleasure while the Wammy boys proceeded to kiss, suck, grind, and gropeh her all the while. She orgasmed in great big burst, before she fell asleep in the arms of L's two precious pupils.
-x-
Naomi Misora is a punctual woman. She always woke up at a certain time in the morning (6:30 or a few minutes earlier), before moving through the day. Unfortunately, the event that transpired last night prevented her from getting enough sleep to keep her functioning. Currently, her hair was a tousled mess, and she only wore her leather jacket around herself and nothing else. Thanks to Mello's antics, her clothes were tossed across the room (though her leather jacket was spared from landing on the floor or across a chair-Naomi threatened to castrate Mello if he dared to mistreat her leather jacket). The aftermath of the event from last night wasn't something Naomi wanted to recollect. In fact, as Naomi paused to think about it, she immediately blushed with mortification.
Obviously, everything was a mistake. Naomi berated herself for getting into this situation in the first place. She should have ditched Mello's sorry ass back on the street corner and have a nice, quiet evening without being molested on a motorcycle and having her underwear stolen. No, no. She wouldn't think about it. Naomi finally had enough of all these stunts, Mello's seductive advances, and general harassment and teasing. Mello seemed to get morbid satisfaction out of Naomi's embarrassment. Sometimes, Naomi wondered why she affiliated with Mello in the first place. Then she would remember that he was an associate of L, and if L trusted Mello, then Naomi shouldn't have any complaints.
Oh, except there were a few complications. First of all, Naomi and Mello's relationship with one another couldn't be described as professional. It first started off as a perilous battle of wills, before it took on a more provocative stance. Naomi didn't even know when things started to take a dangerous turn, though there was always an element of danger when it involved Mello. Something tempting, nearly sinful, and Naomi knew that this was wrong, all of it, but what made her come back to him, anyway? She was an older woman, for one, and Mello was barely into his twenties. Besides, she was already married, for God's sake, and this was wrong, wrong—
"There's coffee in the pot," Mello said as he walked to the counter to get himself a cup.
Naomi bluntly stared. Mello was wearing nothing but his underwear. She supposed that it was better than her underwear. However, she still had a few issues to discuss with Mello.
"You said you wouldn't do anything last night."
"And you actually believed me? Nice."
"In all honesty, I wouldn't have been surprised if it was just you, but-"
"Relax. Matt hasn't fucked around with anybody else."
"Oh my God."
"Yeah."
"…"
"…"
"So. Matt's still sleeping?"
"Yeah. The bastard's out cold. It was probably too much for him."
Naomi began pouring herself a cup of coffee, primly sipping the bitter brew. She needed caffeine, and lots of it. When she set down the cup, she stifled a yawn with the back of her hand. Naomi then began combing some of the tangled strands with her fingers.
"Listen, it's probably better if I head out soon. It's not that I don't like you or your company, but things are just getting too complicated."
"Actually, Naomi, before you leave, I've got recorded evidence of everything that happened last night."
Both Mello and Naomi turned to see Matt standing in the doorframe, with a prominent shit-eating grin on his face. This time, the only thing he was wearing were his goggles. Naomi glanced toward the side out of modesty.
"Matt, as much as I like seeing you pants-less, it's probably appropriate to wear something other than your goggles. That's not how you go about impressing girls."
"Eh, whatever. But Naomi, do you want to see? It's pretty raunchy and I think it would get a lot of views on the net."
"Oh GOD," Naomi said as she threw her hands to her face, positively mortified. "Not that I didn't enjoy myself, but, really—I cheated on my fiancé. My fiancé, Ray Penbar. If he ever found out about this…"
"Relax, Naomi," Matt said. "I didn't' post it on the net out of respect for your privacy. But this is a secret between the three of us, got it?"
"And what would L think?" Naomi said while hiding her face further. "I respect him as a great detective, and if he ever found out about this.."
Silence.
Then.
"Actually…I may have…given L footage of our raunchy night time ventures"
Naomi blanched.
"You what?"
"I may have given L footage of our sexcapades last night."
"Matt! How could you!" Naomi said, nearly shrieking and tearing her black hair out from mortification. Mello seemed to be nodding in approval to all this.
Then suddenly, Naomi's cell phone rang. it was L. Nevously, Naomi answered her cell…and put it so that Matt and Mello could hear what he was saying.
"Misora-san," L said over the phone. "Quite impressive performance, I must say."
Alarmed, Naomi said. "How…don't' tell me that you watched the whole thing? How much did you see?"
"Would you like a detailed account or do you want me to relay the basic facts?"
Naomi said nothing.
"Want me to replay it for you?" L said, and Naomi blushed furiously again.
"I have enough memories to last me a lifetime. Thanks."
"I have to say, Misora-san, I didn't expect you to do that. I'm very intrigued. Also…dare I say it? They call you Misora Massacre because you're a man killer, don't they?"
Naomi let out a resounding scream that reverberated throughout the house
April 28, 2008 to May 29, 2017
Raziel the Selkie