Thanks to Mod.or.rocker for first comment.

the .: will indicate the sex scence's begining and the :. will indicate its end. This is just for readers who don't feel comfortable reading it (although i warned you all it had smut). at the bottom i explain the important parts in the sex scence. I'd place it here, but it'd ruin it for readers who read the sex scence.

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Mello look at Near, almost in a glare. "Leave me.." He whispered. He wanted to be alone with his pistole, shooting it's first fires in years alone. He wanted to be the only one to see his pistole fire who would remain alive. Yes, he was going back into business-no.. A new business. He'd train young men how to use a pistole, yes maybe people would love to know how to use one. He'd get a couple not so silver handguns, and let those be fired off. Only would he pull out his rightous pistole to shoot down the man asking for his help. Yes, the image of another's brains spit upon the floor made Mello smile sadistically. Still Near was in the room with him. Mello turned to face him, "What are you waiting for? Go on, get."

"Mr. Kheel... There's something I must tell you.." Mello swifted his hand, "No. I must be alone." Near looked to the floor, leaving the room. Near trutted down the stairs, talking to himself. "He'll hate me for this later.. But I tried to warn him-I tried to tell him... Oh but the bloody man won't listen." Near stopped, looking up almost in a confused expression. "Maybe he doesn't want to know? .. Does this mean.." Near smiled, "Of course! Of course it does! Oh Mr. Kheel, you should have just said something instead of avoiding the subject all together!" Near continued down the stairs, a smile glowing across his face.

Mello held his gun this way and that, laughing as he did. He had truely missed his pistole, why he ever left it behind was a mystery even to him. Aiming for the sunroof again, he fired his pistole for the first time in years. Mello smiled, "Your sound still rings of beauty in my ears, my friend.." At the end of his sentence a crow ploped onto the floor, a bullet wound through his chest. Mello smirked, "Oh and you've still kept your promise to hit a target everytime fired.. Oh my friend, my dear old friend.. You rest now, soon I will call upon you to receive our revenge." Mello tenderly put his pistole away in a drawer, looking up into a mirror in a glare. "Kira.. You will pay for what you did.. I can give anything now to find you.. You've taken the only thing I wouldn't give, and left me a broken man.. Your blood will spill on my floor, your brains will splatter on my window, and your last image will be of my face laughing at your pathetic being!!" Mello rushed to the window, pressing his hand on teh glass as he looked out. "And once I rid myself of revenge, what next? Should I continue my days, thinking of what I lost? Or shall I end my pathetic life? ... Will this let you win? If so, I will do no such thing! You will never win over me Kira!" Mello turned quickly away from the window, pulling his sleeve down to look at the bracelette he wore. "Matt... You will never be forgotten.. I'll revenge you Matt.." Mello kissed his bracelette and slowly left the room.

-That night-

Near continued making goods, trying to get his mind off Mello. It really wasn't working, so instead he decided to confront it. He walked upstairs to Mello's room and knocked gently. Mello answered to come inside, pointing the pistole at the door. Near walked in, uneffected by the gun pointing at his head. "Mr. Kheel..." "It's Mello." Near nodded. "Mello.. I have to tell you something.." Mello stood up and wrapped an arm around Near's waist. "You're always wanting to tell me something aren't you? Well tell me, I'm all ears." Near blushed as Mello bent his head down to kiss Near's neck. Under normal occasions Mello wouldn't even think about touching Near. And Near knew Mello's current state, smelling of liquor and such was a dead give away. But Near couldn't help himself from enjoying the contact Mello gave him. As his knees felt weaker, Mello's hold felt stronger. "I know where.. I know.. I.. M-more.." Mello picked up Near and brought him over to his bed. He placed Near on the bed, crawling ontop of him. Near wrapped his arms around Mello's neck, craving for more of this beloved contact. He knew he had to tell Mello before Mello found out, but Mello was making it exceptionally hard.

.:Mello begun to grind his hips against Near's, making damn sure that Near was enjoying this as much as he was. Mello knew what he was doing, and wanted it to happen. It was all about control, control over Near's actions. If he could stop the unemotional (or once was) albino from his train of thought, then he could pretty much get Near to do anything. "Near.. Tell me what you want me to do.. I want to please my host." Mello whispered in Near's ear so softly it sent shivers down Near's spine. Near pressed his hips up against Mello's, almost begging for more friction. Mello was quick to remove Near's lower wear, wrapping his hand firmly around Near's length. Near bucked as Mello begun a slow rythem as he rubbed Near. Near gripped the bedsheets, "Mello..! ... I don't think we should be-" "Nonscence Near. You wanted this, didn't you? That's why you came into my room, right? So it's your fault it's happening. Take credit where credit is due." Near looked up at him hazily and nodded slowly. He bucked again and gripped the sheets tighter. Mello bent down, kissing Near's neck lightly. With his free hand he unbuttoned his pants, pulling himself out. "Can I ask my host to show some hospitality to his guest?" Mello smirked, taking his hand from Near's length. Near nodded gently, sitting up. Near bent over, kissing Mello's half erect almost wondering if he should continue. He did want this to happen, but he really needed to tell Mello the information he had. Mello tilted his head back taking a deep breath with a smile. Near looked up at Mello, Maybe a little sex won't hurt.. he thought to himself, taking Mello into his mouth. Mello moaned softly, slowly moving his hips. Near swirled his tongue around Mello's foreskin, closing his eyes. Near pulled away when he tasted Mello's precum running along his tongue. Near looked up at Mello, "Anything else I can do for you..?" Mello nodded, "Lay back and spread your legs." Near nodded and did as he was told. He layed back, proping himself upward on a pillow. Near braced himself for a painful penetration, but instead two of Mello's fingers were inserted into Near. Near pressed gently against him, moaning softly. Mello begun to stretch Near, watching his facial expression. After a few minutes Mello retreated his fingers, placing himself at Near's enterance. Near rebraced himself before Mello pushed in slowly. He watched Near's facial expressions as he begun a rythem. Mello smiled deviously, I have complete and utter control over him.. Near moaned loudly as Mello hit his prostate. Mello smirked and hit the sweet spot over and over and over. Soon Mello came deep inside Near causing Near to cum a few seconds after. Mello pulled out and put himself back in his pants, zipping up the front of them. :.

Near layed there trying to catch his breath. "So.. What was it you wanted to tell me?" Mello smirked, now half interested in what Near had to say. Near couldn't remember what happened before their expirence, and only shrugged. Mello rolled his eyes and helped Near get his pants and boxers back on. "Do you wish to sleep in my bed tonight Mr. River?" Near looked up at Mello and shook his head. "No, it's fine.. I'm sure you don't want to share a bed." Near shakily stood up, estacy still running through his body. Mello grabbed Near's hand and pulled him back on the bed, wrapping his arms around Near's waist. Near smiled gently, closing his eyes.

-the next morning-

In the morning, Mello woek to find no Near in his bed with him. This upset him a bit, feeling as though he had lost a bit of control over Near. He got up groggily and walked downstairs, "Near?" He called. Near was quickly in front of Mello with a chocolate bar (bought from a different shop) and a cup of coffee. Mello smiled and sat at a table, taking a sip from the mug. "Near, why weren't you in my bed this morning?" Mello looked at him sternly. Near rubbed his left elbow with his right arm, "I wanted to get you something to eat and drink when you woke up.." Mello rolled his eyes at Near's kindness, and surmised this could be control of some sort. "Next time, do not move until I tell you to move." Near nodded and sat down across from Mello. "Mello.. I got something in the mail addressed to you this morning... And to baffle me, they wrote your real name..."

Mello glared and slammed his mug on the table, "What!?" Near handed Mello an envelope addressed to Miheal Kheel. Mello tore open the envelope and quickly read the sentence. 'so you're back.'. "Who gave this to you!?" Near looked down, "No one handed it to me Mello... It was in the mailbox. anyone could have put it there.." Near had a good idea of who it was that put the envelope in the mailbox. Mello crumpled the letter and threw it on the floor. Near sighed and picked it up as Mello went on about the possibilities, starting with Near and ending with Matt. "Matt..." Mello stared expressionless straight ahead of him. Near bit his lower lip. "Mello... I really should tell you.." Mello seemed out of reality, not really paying attention to Near's words. Near knew this and could only sit across from him, keeping his eyes down. "Mello, I-" "I will get my revenge." Mello stormed upstairs, quickly making a sign of his new business. The poster read:

Mello's shoot 'em up

Two eighty one fleet street, second floor

right above Near's stupid bakery

Mello quickly taped this poster to the front window of Near's bakery, right over Near's poster. Near walked out, sadly still looking at the ground. "Shall we go for a walk to clear our heads?" Near suggested. Mello nodded emotionlessly, zipping up his sweater. The two walked to the middle of town where some demenstration of a magic bullet was takeing place. A boy in a white long sleeve shirt and messy black hair came out on stage, banging a drum. The boy begun to sing about this amazing bullet. He threw a few shells out into the audience. Mello caught a shell, looking at it. Quickly he tosses it, rolling his eyes. "It's frikkin copper." Mello scoffed. Near giggled, nodding. The boy begun to get nervous, he didn't want to draw attention to the unhappy audience member. Soon a man with blackish hair came out from behind the curtain. "I am Matsuda, who says my bullet is copper?" He growled. Mello was quick to raise his hand, "Sir, your bullet is nothing but a concoction of copper and zinc. nothing more. Why, i bet it has no wind resistance. I could shoot a target dead center farther than anything your puny copper bullet can shoot." Mello smirked as the man begun to sweat. "You see this pistole?" Mello held up his prized handgun. "I hold them against 10 pounds." Matsuda smiled and nodded, "Okay, I accept your challenge."

Mello looked out into the crowd, seeing miss Misa Amane. He glared, "Will Misa Amane be the judge?" he asked. Misa smiled deviously. "Gladly, I'll do anything to service a fan."

The image of Misa took him back.. Mello knew exactly who Kira was, and he knew who Kira's assistant was. The only problem with this, was proving that they were Kira. That silly little fake warning on the back, how could he tell them it was merely something someone made up? thirteen days.. pah, if this was true then Kira would have been dead once they gave him the death note all those years ago.

Mello prepared his gun, with bullets Near had bought him. They weren't anything good, but they were enough to prove himself. Matsuda pointed his gun as Misa announced, "The closest one to the middle of the target, wins!" Two men set up bullseyes for them, Matsuda stepped up to the front. "I will take the honor to be the first to fire my arm." Mello only spun his barrel, not really careing about Matsuda's talk. Matsuda fired off his whole load, hitting the ring next to the center. He smiled as the crowd cheered for him, knowing that from fifty feet away this was a big accomplishment. Mello stood, shut the crowd up with a flick of his hand, and fired off one bullet. Dead center hit. Misa's eyes widened as she looked up at Mello, "The winner!" Mello jumped off the stage and walked over to Near. A man approached him, asking where he learned to fire like he did. Near spoke for him, saying about his shoot 'em up range above his bakery. Mello took no haste, he made his way quickly over to Misa.

"I thank you for your service." He spoke quickly. "Always glad to serve my fans." Misa winked. "You said you had a firing range?" Mello nodded, "Yes I do. Without a penny's charge I'll teach you before the week ends." Misa nodded and turned away.

Mello walked back to the firing range with Near, pacing back and fourth. Near sat with his chin in his hand as he watched Mello pace. "Now what are you all in a fuss over?" Near asked. "She said she'd be here by the end of the week!" Near smirked, "It's only Tuesday. Easy now, hush love.. Part of the fun is to wait, don't you know that?" Mello glared at Near and pointed his pistole to Near's head. Near took no effect on this and just shrugged looking off to the side. "I've been thinking flowers... pretty daises.. to brighten up the room." Mello rose an eyebrow, "Flowers?" Near shrugged again. "Maybe I could put up my puzzles.. Glue them to a piece of cardboard and put them on the wall... This room has so much gloom in it." Mello rolled his eyes, "You've gone soft on me." He trudged to the window to see Matsuda and the black haired boy walking to the shop.

Near walked over, "Now what do you think they want from here?" He smiled. Mello turned to Near, "Out!" Near rolled his eyes and walked to the door. "Make sure the boy stays downstairs." Mello ordered. Near walked down the steps, and looked at the poor boy. "If you're looking for Mello, He's upstairs.. Oh poor thing, you look so scrawny.. How's about a nice moist cake?" The boy's eyes widened, "Cake!?" Matsuda nodded, "Yea yea what ever you want..." Near took the boy inside, "And what's you're name?" The boy sat down and looked up at Near, "Gabby.." Near half smiled, "You look like someone I used to know... Someone I used to look up to actually.." Gabby bit right into the cake the first chance he got. "Did you know an L?" Near asked. Gabby nodded slightly, "Lawliet was my Father.. didn't see him often, he left my mom to go work on some stupid kira case when I was really little." Near nodded, half interested. "How did you end up with such a stupid man?" He was reffering to Matsuda. "He got me from the workhouse. When mom was killed by Kira I was put there. I was never smart enough for Wammy's house."

Meanwhile upstairs, Matsuda knocked on Mello's door. "Come in." Matsuda nodded and opened the door, "G'morning Mr. Mello." Mello looked over to Matsuda. "Let's cut to the chase," Matsuda begun to take off his jacket. "When I was working on the Kira case with Light, we had to give you our notebook. I've come back for it." Mello's eyes widned in a glare, nearly on fire. Was this ploke serious? Did he actually know him from the past? "But, if you 'dont have it'," Matsuda smiled deviously. "Then I guess I can stay here, help you with your firing range, split the earnings down the middle. What can you say to THAT, Mr. Mihael Kheel?"

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-for those who didnt read the sex scence-

Mello had screwed Near for one reason only, control. He figured if he could get Near to perform with him then he could get Near to do just about anything. During foreplay Near wonders if he should stop and tell Mello the information he has, but sees Mello smiling and decides against telling him, at least for now.

I know some people aren't liking the fact that I'm doing the "this many reveiws" thing. But it's really dissapointing when you write a story nobody wants to read. Specially when you work so hard on it.

note to julih: Como foi isso para um segundo capítulo? lol

four more reveiws for second chapter