A/N; So, as you all already know, here is the lemon you all wanted. I hope you like it.

A Happy New Year to you all, and I hope the year brings you everything you desire.

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Chapter 5

"Matt," Mello said, his tone cool, "I think you should find some way to silence Near."

The redhead chuckled, and slowly climbed onto the bed next to Near.

"Oh, I can think of a way," Matt whispered, and uncharacteristically his eyes narrowed with wickedness as he approached Near, "but I think he deserves more than that. After all, he's always so greedy for our affections. I think we should deny him that for a change."

Mello stared at Matt in sudden surprise; it wasn't often that Matt was demanding in his attentions or with what he wanted. True he was often quite forceful with Near, but often it was necessary as the white haired genius was often quite the idiot when it came to expressing how he felt. It was only recently in fact that he had begun to initiate anything more than a simple kiss, which was why he had been receiving more of Matt and Mello's affections than the other two had been giving to each other. Apparently it had become a little two 'one-sided' for Matt's liking. Mello wasn't about to complain though, this just gave him more opportunity to 'play' with the two people he loved.

He turned his gaze down towards where Near still lay on the bed to see him staring up at Matt with outright shock, his chest heaving as he looked up into Matt's suddenly almost predatory expression. There was no fear on Near's face though and Mello knew he could give Matt what he wanted, albeit within his own set of rules. If Matt wanted this he was going to do it Mello's own way.

"Bind his hands to the top of the bed Matt," Mello said at last, his voice apparently breaking the spell that had kept the other two still and unmoving on the bed staring each other out.

"Mello, what are you..." Near began, but was stopped by his surprise as both Matt and Mello pushed him to the top of the bed so he was sitting against the ironwork of the frame. He felt his stomach muscles tighten in anticipation, but as usual his mind fought against just simply letting go and doing whatever Mello wished.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll like it," Mello commented with a smirk as he held Near's arms in place against the headboard. He didn't hold them too tightly though, if his captive partner had wanted to he could have broken free quite easily, "Eventually."

Matt chuckled as he heard Near's audible swallow at his blonde partners words, and he pulled at the apparently decorative pale blue fabric that twined its way through the decorative ironwork. As soon as they were free he began threading it back, but this time it wrapped round and around Near's arm. As the third loop captured Near's arm he heard a sharp intake of breath and glanced up at Near's face to see he had the white-haired man's undivided attention, and he smiled. Tonight was going to be fun. There was an outright whimper from Near as Mello shifted to bind his other arm down and Matt couldn't hold back a chuckle, he knew that Mello had suggested such bed adornments for this very use, but until now they hadn't been used. From the way the blue looked against Near's white shirt and the pale flesh of his hand, Matt couldn't fathom why they hadn't used them before.

Matt was so entranced with the image of Near bound before him, with his mouth open as he heaved in harsh breaths, cheeks flushed with anticipation that he was taken completely unawares as arms suddenly encircled him and pulled him back into Mello's warm embrace. He couldn't hold back the small sound of surprise as he was shifted backwards to sit against the leather clad chest of his other lover where he had to be sat reclining against the footboard. Matt didn't even attempt to end the embrace, he merely tried to relax back in Mello's arms despite his own now growing nerves; he knew that whatever Mello had planned he couldn't back out. He was the one who had started this aspect of the night's proceedings after all. He looked back at Near and saw that he was already watching the two of them with a yearning that belayed any comment from the old residents of Wammy's that Near didn't have emotions, for Near most certainly felt deeply about things.

"Whatever do you have planned Mail?" Mello whispered, and Matt couldn't help but shiver as a sudden wave of arousal swept down his over sensitive body. Partly from the feel of Mello's hot breath coasting over his ear and fluttering around his neck, and partly from the sound of his real name being spoken by Mello. He had never regretted telling Near or Mello it shortly after they had become 'L', he knew he could trust them with it. If not them then who?

"I'm waiting for an answer Mail," Mello whispered a moment later as Matt lost himself in his thoughts, and the redhead couldn't help but shiver in Mello's arms as his mind sped to find an appropriate reply.

"I hadn't truly thought of one," Matt said quietly, attempting to keep his voice low. It was evident Mello didn't want the bound Near to hear any of this discussion. "I thought you liked planning such things anyway."

"How true," Mello murmured, chuckling softly, his face buried in Matt's hair, "Then all you have to do is obey my instructions and you will get you wanted too."

Matt swallowed at Mello's words and he felt a hot wave of tension spread out from his chest, as though Mello's hand that rested there had caused it. He turned his head towards Mello's as the blonde's other hand touched his cheek and gently coaxed his head to move. He went limp, all his tension leaving him and his head nearly fell to Mello's shoulder as he was finally kissed. He opened his mouth willingly to his lover, and let himself be readily plundered by the hot tongue that pushed past his trembling lips. He barely attempted to fight back, just caressed the rapidly moving muscle with his own; merely attempting to encourage Mello to do more. The hand on his cheek shifted to run into his hair and hold him closer, while the arm around his waist tightened. He felt completely cocooned in Mello's embrace and despite the perilousness of the situation he couldn't help but feel the safest he ever felt in his life.

He was jarred out of his happy contentment, and almost completely relaxed state, as Mello's hand on his shirt began to wander lower down his torso. His own hands rose from where they had been gripping the covers and tried to stop its progress, an irrational movement but the sudden loss of his peaceful state had jarred his mind.

"Naughty, naughty," Mello chided, breaking the passionate kiss just long enough to tap Matt on the cheek with the hand that had been entwined in Matt's hair, before his lips pressed against Matt's once more and cut off any reply he may have had any intention of uttering.

Matt gave in and let his hands fall back to the covers despite the rapid rise in his heartbeat as Mello's hand drifted lower; he wouldn't normally be this anxious but the sudden knowledge that Near had to be watching this seemed to make him overly sensitive. His plan to torment Near had backfired on him as he was now the one tormented. He gave a small whimper into the kiss that was rapidly robbing him of oxygen, and he felt Mello's lips form a smile against his own. He knew then how much Mello was enjoying what he was doing to him and that seemed to make it all the more pleasurable and unbearable at the same time. Yet he had hardly been touched.

As he felt, more than heard, Matt whimper into the kiss Mello knew that ensuring his hand travelled as slowly as possible had allowed the redhead enough time to remember that he was under observation. He struck then, his hand completing its journey and squeezed the front of Matt's tight trousers, palm and fingers pressed tightly against the already hard length he could feel beneath.

It had the desired effect.

Matt moaned loudly into the kiss and Mello pulled away so he could admire the suddenly wide-eyed expression on the computer genius' face. He couldn't resist rubbing the bulge in Matt's trousers once more and to his surprise his partner pressed up against him wanting more attention even if he blushed with the knowledge that Near was definitely watching this. To reassure himself that this was the case he tore himself away from the oh so pleasing expression before him and looked at the other object of his affections.

Near swallowed almost painfully as he heard Matt moan as Mello's hand worked at him. He wanted to either be the one touching Matt, or the one receiving those attentions, or to be involved in some way. He wanted to touch them both, but he couldn't. He stared imploringly at the scene before him as he felt his body react all too quickly to the arousing sight before him and he tugged at the bonds. Heat flooded through him and made his arousal all the worse as Matt began to respond to Mello's touch and press up into his hand as Mello stared down at him. He went from wanting to be part of the scene before him to just being taken in by the sheer erotic appeal it had. To see the two people he loved so involved made his whole body tingle and he could feel his chest heave as he continued to stare at them.

Then Mello looked up at him and his breath caught in his throat.

The eyes that met his were not the usual blue of Mello's eyes, they were darker and filled with the future promise that what he was seeing was in his own future but he would have to wait and see this torment of not being involved out until Mello saw fit to release him. From the smirk that spread across Mello's face and made the back of Near's neck heat as he saw it, that would not be for some time. Shakily he attempted to lick his suddenly dry lips and he knew that the shake of his lips had not been missed by the man watching him so closely.

"Look at Near," Mello said, his words directed at Matt but loud enough for both people to hear him, "Look how much he wants to touch you, how much he wants to be a part of this too. Look how much seeing you like this makes him want you Mail."

The errant gamer turned his gaze towards Near and he shuddered in arousal as he saw the undisguised want and desire that was focused in his direction; it was obvious Near was very much affected by what he saw. Their eyes met and Matt found he couldn't tear his gaze away, and his breathing became erratic as a hand worked its way underneath his stripped top and caressed the smooth skin of his chest before reaching up further to rub and pinch at his nipples. He cried out loudly as he jerked in Mello's grip, but he didn't break his eye contact with Near. He gave another cry of pleasure as Mello worked at his erection harder through his trousers, and he realised he was already so aroused that the fabric was becoming damp and pressing against his length. He was this close to the edge and his tormentor hadn't touched him properly yet.

He gazed at Near with an almost imploring expression, as if the bound man could aide him with his predicament. He knew he couldn't, he had suggested he be put there in the first place and he knew Mello was treating him like this because he had wanted Near bound like this but hadn't thought of anything further. He didn't know whether Mello was punishing him or not, and he ground into Mello's hand, almost up onto his knees now as he attempted to find some sort of release from one of the emotions that bore down on him at least. He didn't even care what he looked like as he did this, he just needed something. He was to be denied even that, as both of Mello's hands suddenly vanished from his body, leaving him in an arousal filled void where his body still cried out to be touched and he had a brief insight into how Near was feeling right now before the blonde man behind him was speaking to him once more.

"Take off your clothes Mail," Mello commanded, and the tone of his voice brooked no disagreement. There wasn't a trace of hesitation in Matt's movements as he stumbled from the bed and pulled off his goggles and let the drop to the floor before working hastily at his clothes. There was no seduction to his actions yet he could feel the heated gaze of both his lovers on him as he did so, seemingly becoming more with each item he removed. He glanced up through his fringe and saw this was the case, Near's fingers twitching slightly as if he wanted to come and help Matt with their removal. Mello though looked just as predatory as he had before and the redhead gulped.

Mello smirked as he saw the sudden apprehension on Matt's face, and with as graceful movement as possible he too rose from the bed on the opposite side to the redhead, and began to strip. Where Matt's movements had been hasty and clumsy, his were slow and intentionally so. He wanted to leave his two lovers in an even longer state of anticipation; it was one of the things guaranteed to make his own arousal grow before he had truly touched either of his lovers. When he finished he gave a now shaking Matt a happy smile and strode the small distance to the bedside table and flipped the bottle there up into his hand, before returning to his place on the bed. In the strained silence he gave Near the same happy smile he had given Matt. Then he turned to stare at Matt, beckoning him over with a wave of is empty hand.

He pulled him into another passionate kiss the moment he was within reach, pulling Matt onto his lap and letting their erections rub against each other. He grinned as Matt shuddered in his arms, and threw his head back to moan loudly, a moan that was mirrored by the bound Near. Mello decided then, that enough was enough.

"I think it's time to stop teasing Near don't you?" Mello murmured, "and he's definitely wearing far too many clothes. I think it's best if you let him go now."

Near gave a small sound of happiness as Matt suddenly turned to face him and shifted towards him; it seemed he was at last going to be given what he had been craving since the moment he had been bound here. He was either going to be touched or released. It seemed it was both as Matt crawled over his body to straddle his waist and looked into his eyes for a moment before he kissed him, hands running along his arms to tug at the blue fabric and loosen the hold they had on Near's arms. Near barely noticed their removal though, he was too wrapped up in the feeling of Matt's warm lips on his; kissing him so forcefully his head was pressed back into the metalwork of the bed. It was divine to at last have contact from one of his lovers and to have so much of Matt's body pressed up against his just made it all the more perfect, he just wished his own clothes weren't in the way.

Mello smiled as he took in the sight of Near and Matt kissing so passionately, he knew he was responsible for them acting so fervently right now, and that made him feel more powerful than anything else ever could and he felt his groin tighten in response. He wanted them right now, no matter how much this sight was so delectable.

"Matt, I told you to remove his clothes and let him go, not kiss him senseless," Mello said, his voice tinged with his arousal.

Apparently unrepentant Matt pulled away from Near and grinned back at Mello, it seemed he had quite recovered from Mello's teasing of him in the time he had been kissing the man he still straddled. His smile twisted into a surprise gasp though as Nears hands were suddenly caressing his chest and leaning forward to place kisses against Matt's torso. The white haired man had obviously realised that he had been freed.

"Please Matt," Near said suddenly, pausing in his motions to press his forehead against the gamer's hot skin.

Near's words spurred Matt into action, there was no other course he could take. It was so difficult for Near to ever put into words what he wanted in situations like this, that when he did it meant that his need had to be burning through his veins. It would take a crueller person than Matt, or even Mello to deny the small man what he wanted. He shifted off Near and tugged at his loose, white trousers easily pulling them off Near's frame and baring the underwear beneath; his hands pulled those down with more difficulty as Near shakily tried to tug off his own shirt. But at last Near too was naked, his body fallen to lie completely on the bed his hair even more dishevelled than before and he stared up at Matt with triumphant, if arousal filled, eyes.

It was Matt's turn to lay gentle kisses down Near's chest and he delighted in the small shivers and gasps of pleasure this brought from Near and he slowly made his way southwards towards his inevitable destination. He was a mere few inches from laying the first gentle kiss to Near's already straining erection when his whole body went rigid and he couldn't hold back a small cry as two fingers forced their way inside him and curled to press unerringly against his prostate.

"I hope that sound of surprise didn't mean you had forgotten about me," Mello chuckled, and he shifted his well lubed fingers slightly to cause another tremor to pass through Matt.

"How could I?" Matt gasped, "But that would surprise anyone."

"I disagree," Mello commented, his voice surprisingly level as he shifted his fingers back and forth inside Matt in time to his words, "After all these years you should know this is precisely something I would do.... Oh don't neglect Near that's hardly fair."

Mello's final words were said with a small laugh, for Matt was crouched tense above the smallest of the trio, his hands clawed into the sheets at Mello's actions; his face under Near's intent observation. His small laugh spurred Matt back into action though, and it was Near's turn to cry out in startled pleasure as Matt took his length entirely into his mouth. He sucked it hard enough to make the white haired man through his head back in pleasure and tangle his fingers into Matt's hair before they fell to the bed and twitched uselessly at every attention Matt paid to his length.

Near barely noticed as Matt slowly raised his legs so his feet were flat on the bed and pushed them apart so he could rest between them more easily. He did notice though, as like Mello, Matt took him completely by surprise with the intrusion of a lubed finger into him. He jolted up from the bed, eyes wide, as the finger pushed into him and he couldn't help clamping down around it briefly before forcing himself to relax.

"Hypocrite," Near gasped, as the finger was soon joined by another and began scissoring in and out of him in rapid motions that had him crying out a confusion of pain and pleasure. For Matt was still resolutely working at his erection with his mouth, sucking at his flesh and licking at his sensitive head before nipping at the pulsing vein beneath. He was teetering at the edge just from this and was almost ready to beg his two lovers to let him come.

Mello smirked as he heard Near's gasp and he knew full well what Matt must have done to the startle man below him. It was always pleasing to see that the man he was hurriedly preparing was a fast learner. With one hand he slowly massaged his own straining erection, needing some relief to the yearning that was growing within him. He knew he needed more than this soon though as he could feel his control fraying and could hear his breathing becoming as equally ragged as those of his two lovers. As if by thinking about it he had ruined it, his control broke in that instance and he could no longer hold back and admire the scene before him, he needed more and he needed more now.

"I'm going to enter you now," Mello, leaning over the bent man's back so he could whisper into Matt's ear.

Matt groaned at Mello's words, and despite the knot of heady anticipation that coiled in his stomach he forced himself to continue preparing Near. He knew he wouldn't have the ability to do it properly afterwards, and he didn't want to cause Near pain. But he quickly ran out of time, and he gave a whimper of pleasure as he was pulled back flush with Mello's chest once more before being lowered completely onto his captor's erection. He struggled to relax around the length impaled inside him, his difficulties made all the worse as he heard Mello's small sounds of pleasure as he tensed his muscles around him. It became almost impossible though as Near closed a hand around his length his way slickened by precum and the lube that covered his hand. The added stimulation was almost too much for Matt and he let his head fall back onto Mello's shoulder and simply lost himself in the pleasure; a vague thought telling him that his plan had indeed backfired quite badly.

"Unless you want to make joining in nearly impossible Nate," Mello growled, his voice cutting through Matt's reverie, "you need to speed up."

Near frowned as he heard Mello's words, he didn't want to speed up. He enjoyed touching Matt and Mello too much and he had been so cruelly denied that ability for much of the evening. Yet he also knew that Mello was right, he needed to speed up, besides what came next could be considered better than simply touching. He leant forward and began to wrap his arms around Matt's neck so he could climb up into his lap, but the redhead suddenly pushed him down on the bed and still with Mello inside him shifted over him, a ripple of pleasure visibly passing through him as Mello was unable to avoid thrusting harshly in and out of the man below him.

"Will you get on with it," Mello nearly yelled in frustration, before biting down into Matt's neck almost hard enough to draw blood. He was shaking with the effort of keeping still, every fibre of his body was screaming at him to just take Matt now and ignore what the other two were doing, but he just managed to keep control of his body. He had to hold on.

The redhead took Mello's words to heart, shifting Near's legs apart and angling the white haired man's hips upwards before he thrust into Near's willing body in one swift thrust; an action which raised all three of their voices in relieved pleasure. Matt could do no more than that though as he was lost in the feeling of Mello impaled deep inside him while he was encased in the tight heat that was Near's ass. With all the arousal that filled his mind it was almost too much for him to bear, yet still that tight knot of coiling tension building inside had yet to break. Then Mello began to move.

It was with a heady delight that Mello began to move rapidly in and out of Matt's body, his chest pressed tight against Matt's back. He could tell by the groans of both his partners that his powerful thrusts were effecting the two below him greatly and he pressed sloppy kisses to Matt's shoulder over the bite mark already there as his gaze fixed on Near's flushed face. With growing awkwardness he groped for Near's hand in the tangle that was their bodies and he smiled down at Near as he gripped it tightly. His pleasure was so great that he felt as though he were thrusting into both bodies beneath him not just the one. He gave a harsh strangled cry, blonde hair falling about his face, he knew he was close to climaxing now and he only hoped his lovers were too.

Near gripped at Mello's hand tightly as it served to be his only lifeline, he could do nothing but accept the pleasure of Matt's erection shifting back and forth inside him and pressing so delightfully up against his prostate. He knew he wouldn't be able to work efficiently in the morning; he never could when he was taken in such a way, but he didn't care. This way made it feel like he was being taken by both his lovers at the same time, and it was a feeling he wouldn't give up for the world. As his gaze locked with Mello's he teetered on the edge and would have screamed to have been able to come had his throat been working, but he could barely breathe through his ecstasy let alone give voice to his feelings. He did fall though as Matt somehow found the strength to add more force to Mello's next thrust. His mind went blank and his ass muscles clamped almost painfully around Matt's erection as he coated their stomachs with his release, before he lay limp on the bed unable to even squeeze Mello's hand as his mind lost itself in the heady afterglow. Near's climax set off a delightful chain reaction as Matt and Mello quickly followed him over the edge and they collapsed into a messy heap on the bed; mind's a haze of pleasure and released tension.

Awkwardly they reached for each other needing to touch both of their lovers before they could be truly relaxed. After they were reassured that the other's were indeed still there they fell into a happy stupor.

...

In silence Matsuda listened to the Contact's report, her low quiet voice the only sound in the large room. They were sat on two comfortable chairs that overlooked the grounds of the house, the remains of a meal on the oak table behind them. He smiled as he listened to her report, it was mostly good news and idle gossip from the other contacts. Nothing of any importance, for now at least. He merely took delight in having the company of someone other than the trio that was still high enough in the Wammy's organisation to be trusted.

He beamed over at her as he listened to the particularly amusing tale of a certain ambassador's party that resulted in a series of incidents that would mean several leading government ministers of three countries would lose their jobs if it ever came to the attention of the world press. He didn't even consciously notice the happy gleam in her hazelnut coloured eyes, or notice the tired way her hand ran through her blonde hair that was cropped so that it was only as long as those fingers that passed through it. Her name was Josephine Anderson, but preferred to be called Jo and heaven forbid anyone forget that as she was one of L's original contacts and had ways of ensuring people remembered as well as forgot.

"They did know I was coming didn't they?" Jo asked suddenly, breaking the happy calm that had formed as she reached for the half empty wine glass before her.

Matsuda winced at her question and the resignation in her tone, if there was one thing that he hated in his job it was making excuses for the trio to the people that served them so faithfully. He supposed it as partially his own fault for never finding some way to punish them for it, but then he couldn't he didn't have the special place that Wammy had held over L.

"They did, but-"

"You don't have to make excuses to me," Jo said quickly, "you forget that I served the original L before them. At least they have never woken me at three in the morning, and they were at least hospitable enough to offer me a room."

"I hadn't forgotten," Matsuda commented, and as Jo was at last not able to hold back a yawn added, "How about I show you to that offered room?"

"That would be wonderful. I've been up since four this morning and that was four time zones before this one."

Matsuda laughed as he rose and took her wineglass, along with his, to stand next to the empty plate on the table.

"Are you sure you don't want me to help with the dishes first?" Jo asked, coming to stand by Matsuda and obviously holding back another yawn.

"We have a dishwasher Jo, all modern technology here. Besides I think you'd break something tonight," Matsuda joked, he laughed harder as Jo narrowed her eyes at him before turning completely unaffected by her glare to lead her to a suitable room in the rambling mansion.

"Ah, this is lovely," Jo sighed, as he ushered her into the large room tastefully decorated in a distinctly modern style.

A door leading to an ensuite was just visible from where Matsuda stayed hovering by the entrance. He didn't step further into the room, just watched Jo explore it briefly a happy smile on his face that he had picked well for his friend. For Jo and he had become fast friends since they had first met when Matsuda had been given this position by the trio and had been introduced to the most trusted people that served them.

"Don't tell them this," Jo said suddenly as she sank down onto the bed, "but I'm actually grateful I won't be heading out tonight. Do you think I could get away with staying here a few days?"

"Knowing them they wouldn't mind at all, unless something comes up," Matsuda replied, "besides, considering they brushed you off tonight, Matt and Near at least will attempt to ensure you are more than happy."

"Not Mello?" Jo queried, looking at Matsuda quizzically.

"Oh, he will too, but he won't be so obvious about it."

Jo fell back onto the bed laughing loudly, evidently in agreement with Matsuda. She had learned enough about the trio in the past few years to know their caretaker was speaking the truth.

"Goodnight Jo," Matsuda said, his trademark grin in place.

"Goodnight Matsuda," Jo sighed, and she raised a hand languidly to wave at his rough direction.

Chuckling softly he closed the door and left the tired contact to sleep.

A/N; Don't get worried about the lack of a cliff hanger, just consider it a New Year's treat.