A/N: Haha, you guys are cool. Thanks for giving me a chance! I will make you proud, momma! X.x;;

ORGASM!: The Mello Chronicles

Two

"W-What just happened?"

"Dude… you just mindfucked me."

Mello's hands were shaking as he looked at them and then back at Matt who was crawling back onto the bedspread cautiously. They both stared at Mello's wondrous hands for a moment longer before Matt looked at Mello and grinned. He said, "Do it again."

"… Why?"

"Just, you know, to make sure it's really real."

Mello shrugged. "Okay." He raised his hands again and wiggled his fingers. "Orgasm!"

Matt blinked and then his head snapped back and he clutched the bedspread tightly in his fingers. Mello noticed with mild interest that there was a growing stain on his crotch. In a second, Matt's head was back in its rightful position, a blush staining his cheeks.

"Yeah…" he sighed, shaking his head. "It's real, all right. Where'd you get the new hands, Mel?"

"That freakish clown guy."

"Clown? Oh, Bon Bon?"

"Yeah, whatever. He held my hands and they said some perverted stuff and my hands turned blue." He looked at them again. "Think we should tell someone? Like… the police or something?"

Matt looked at him like he was nuts. "The police?"

"W-Well, it's kinda like child molestation or something."

"Ah, you've still got your virginity so nothing's wrong with it. Come on, let's go play with it!"

Matt got up from the bed and dragged Mello up by the wrist. "How in hell do you play with an orgasm?" Mello asked.

"I'll show ya."

Both Matt and Mello went out of their bedroom (Matt stumbling the first few steps after having had two consecutive orgasms) and down the hallway. A few of the kids were out walking down various hallways as well and when Mello asked where they were going, Matt waited until arriving at the doorway of the downstairs playroom to answer.

"Here we are," Matt said, peeking into the room.

Mello peeked on the other side. The only person who was in there was Near, surrounded by a small city of dice that he had constructed within the past few hours. He seemed happy enough, having been left alone since his disaster of a birthday party.

"What're we doing here?" Mello asked, wrinkling his nose at Near's presence.

Matt nudged his friend. "Go give him a birthday present."

"… Huh?"

"You haven't and it's still his birthday, you know."

"Yeah but I don't-"

Matt wiggled his eyebrows and Mello then came to euphoria. "Oh," he said and grinned. He turned and strolled into the playroom, his hands behind his back and Matt came in after him, both boys surrounding Near.

"Hey, Near," Matt greeted, all smiles.

Near looked up, wary. "Hello… Matt. Mello."

"Yeah, say, Near. I'm sorry I didn't get you a present earlier," Mello said smoothly, coming down on one knee to be eye-level with the pale boy.

"Oh, it's all right."

"No, it's not." Mello sighed heavily, shrugging his shoulders. "I'll have to give you one now, I suppose."

"Really, Mello-"

"Orgasm!" Mello said, wiggling his fingers in Near's face and startling the boy.

"What are you dooooooooing… ahhh…" Near collapsed backwards.

Matt watched with astute interest. "There he goes."

Mello stood up and watched with his redheaded friend as their fellow genius writhed on the floor, simultaneously knocking over some of his city. In a second, Near was limp and looked up through bleary eyes at the two grinning down at him. He let out a shuttering breath, "What… was that? What did you do, Mello?"

"Nice, huh? Want another?"

"No, please-"

"Orgasm!"

"Aaahhh! Ahhh…"

Matt giggled as Near squirmed around. "Look at him go."

Mello laughed, holding on to his stomach as he doubled over. "Wow… this is great!"

Near was recovering once again and Matt looked to Mello. "Hey, want to test your numbers?"

"N-Numbers?" Mello asked, still chuckling.

"Yeah, to see if you can do more than one person at a time."

"Yeah! That's a great idea!" He took a few steps back. "Lemme practice on you two?" he asked.

Matt nodded. "Okay." He sat down beside Near who was woozy and put his arm around him like they were about to take a picture.

Near quickly realized what was about to happen and struggled to get out of Matt's grip but Matt held him still. And with a wiggle of Mello's fingers and the shout of, "Orgasm!" the two of them had fallen all over each other, moaning, eyelids fluttering.

It was a moment before the two of them were able to see again and they saw Mello laughing uncontrollably. "D-Dude, you just came with Near!"

Matt nodded. "I know, dude, s'fucking awesome." He thought for a minute, resting his elbow on Near's fluffy head. "Hey! Mello, you could be the world's best whore! Sit people in a chair and charge five bucks a pop. You'd be rich."

"That'd be sick!" Mello laughed.

Near was looking from boy to boy with a distant look of worry on his face. But they seemed to be too caught up in their twisted plans at the moment to notice him so maybe… maybe he could sneak away… quietly…

"Hey, Near! Where you going?" Matt asked, noticing immediately as Near tried to crawl away. "Don't you want another round?"

Near turned around and sat heavily, a frown decorating his features. "No, I do not. And I advise you two to stop accosting people with whatever sick talent you possess."

"Aw, what's wrong with spreading a little joy?"

"This is not joyful."

"You weren't saying that a second ago," Mello said.

Near blushed. "You're ridiculous." He rose up and walked towards the door. "Do not approach me again." And with that, he left, giving Mello a wide birth.

Mello and Matt were left alone in the playroom.

"Dude… again."

After the three consecutive orgasms Mello gave Matt, they decided to go off and find other victims. Matt suggested they try to find Near again to which Mello replied that Matt was weird for liking to watch Near come. He meant it as a tease but for some reason Matt said nothing to counter it.

They came around a corner and halted upon seeing a rather fat boy holding a toy plane away from a little girl. She was crying, red in the face, telling him to give it back but he just laughed and shoved her against the wall.

She sniffled. "P-Please…"

"What?" he asked, tauntingly. "Can't hear you!"

Matt looked at Mello determinedly. "Get 'em, Mel!"

Mello nodded and wiggled his fingers at the bully. "Orgasm," he whispered.

Suddenly the fat kid groaned and fell in a heap of wiggly mass. He flopped on the floor like a giant tuna pulled out of sea, scaring his victim a little. But she soon tiptoed over him and got her plane. She looked around, paranoid, and then ran away. The bully was still twitching on the floor.

Matt laughed and high-fived Mello. "That was epic."

"Yeah, it was. Stupid fat kid."

Matt nodded and the two of them came over to the boy on the floor, looking down at him interestedly. "You know," Matt said, "you could be a superhero."

"… Really?"

"Yeah. Orgasm Man. I mean, what you just did, saving a girl and all… that was pretty heroic, right?"

"… It was," Mello said. He thought up a mental image of himself, flying through the city, randomly giving robbers and rapists orgasms.

"Man, Mello, you're so lucky. With that power, you could be anything… Bet you could be president someday!"

"You mean bribe the country into voting for me by offering orgasms?"

"Yeah."

This anonymous, random act of orgasm-giving went on for three days at the Wammy's House. A lot of the children were too young to even know what was happening to their bodies when it came upon them - all they knew was that it was scary and kind of awesome.

But not just the orphans were effected by it. Mello and Matt also targeted some of the helping hands at the orphanage, such as the cooks and the handymen. One time, the two boys crept into the kitchen unannounced as a chef made stew for lunch. Matt watched as Mello came up behind her and whispered his magic word and wiggled his fingers at her. He had to quickly scatter because she fell over, as did the large pot of boiling hot stew. She unintentionally rolled around in it and got second degree burns.

Another time two men were fixing a faulty light in the hallway upstairs. They were using a stepladder and when the two boys happen to come upon them - wham, bam, thank you, ma'am - they were almost immediately toppling off of the ladder in a fit of ecstasy and fright.

On the third day, people began to come forward with their terrifying experiences, adults and children alike. And all the complaints went straight to Rodger.

"Now wait a minute… you say you were eating candy in the common room and then you just fell down with a nice feeling? Just like that?" Rodger asked the young boy of eight.

"Yeah," he answered, teary eyed. "And when I got up, my chocolate bar was gone."

"… Hmm."

There was a knock on the door of the office. Rodger sighed and called out, "Yes?"

The door blew open and a large woman in a dirty apron, a new cook they had hired the day before, came in, fuming mad.

Rodger blinked. "Maria, what's the matter-"

"This place is haunted! Haunted, I tell you," she cried in her heavy Spanish accent. "I was in the kitchen and a demon came into my body, forcing me into spasms of ungodly pleasure! This place is not holy!"

"But… a demon?" Rodger asked, trying to understand her. None of this made any sense.

"I'm quitting!" she stated.

"No, wait!" He stood from his chair. "You're the third one in three days! You can't!"

"Watch me." And with that, she stormed out. Through the opening of the door, Rodger and the boy he was currently questioning saw all of the other children in the hallway just outside of the office, most looking spooked and paranoid, looking around themselves.

Rodger sighed, placing his hand to his forehead. "This is crazy… what could be going on?"

Just then, from out of the hallway, a small white form shuffled into the room unannounced. Kids voiced their objection, saying things like "Wait your turn!" but Near ignored them and came to stand in the center of Rodger's office, his cheeks pink and his breathing slightly ragged.

"Near? What's the ma-"

"I can stand it no longer," Near declared fiercely.

"Uh… stand what?"

"It's Mello."

"What's Mello?"

Near pointed backwards to the children in the hallway. "The culprit of these mysterious orgasms."

The little boy in the seat in front of Rodger's desk looked at Near. "Is that what it's called?"

Rodger blushed furiously. "Near, bite your tongue!"

"It's the truth," Near said. "Mello and Matt have been plaguing me for the past three days, doing unspeakable things again and agaaaaaahhh, oh God…" Near moaned and gasped, falling onto the other free chair for support.

The other boy gasped excitedly, pointing at Near. "It's happening, Rodger!"

Rodger blinked. "Near?"

"Yeeeees…"

Then as Near was shaking his head to clear it, Rodger looked towards the doorway where there was giggling going on. He frowned, immediately recognizing the red and blond hair sticking out from either side.

"Matt. Mello. Get in here," he ordered.

The two boys came out of their hiding place, grinning from ear to ear and giggling. Mello held his hands behind his back and Matt was shaking tears of laughter out of his goggles. Upon realizing they were in the room, Near backed up defensively, frowning.

"Stay away," he said shakily.

Mello smirked over at Near, taking a step toward him. "Ah, you pansy. You just don't wanna admit how good it feels."

"It's demeaning!"

Rodger stood up from his chair and looked to the forgotten about boy in the left chair. "Please, leave us for a moment. I'll get back to you later."

He sighed. "Okay…" and with that, left, shutting the door behind him.

When they were alone, Rodger looked at the three boys skeptically. "Now, Near, it isn't that I don't believe you. You know I'm on your side…"

"Hey, that's favoritism!" Mello objected.

"And?"

"It's just that," Rodger continued, "it's a bit far-fetched. How could Mello make anyone… orgasm?"

"Well," Mello said, studying his fingernails, "I am pretty sexy."

Matt nodded. "True that."

Rodger glared at them. "Fine, Mello, if you can do it, then display your power."

Near's eyes widened. "No!"

Mello grinned and was only too happy to do it - he wiggled his fingers and yelled, "Orgasm!" but Near ducked and it hit Rodger full speed.

Rodger twitched and sunk down on the carpet, his old eyes bulging.

Near shuddered and Matt turned away, crying, "My eyes! My eyes!"

Mello frowned. "That's… not right…"

When Rodger was able to speak in coherent sentences, he rolled over and looked at Mello through a vision skewed by the absence of his glasses. "I-I'm calling L!" he declared and then fell back to the floor, exhausted. "Good grief…"

To be continued!

A/N: What do you think? If you want the next chapter, let me hear you SCREAM! -dances-