Back in dumb old Switzerland. Seemed like the second I got back, people where saying shit about me. Someone wrote "Je suis une lesbienne. J'ai des relations sexuelles avec les filles." on my Spanish book. (Translation: "I'm a lesbian. I have sex with girls.") *sigh* ANYWAY. It's yaoi time.
Chapter Four
-A Few Weeks Later-
In those past days, Mello managed to get a job in the mafia. During the times Mello is at work, Near has been cleaning and making sure Mello found everything perfect once he got home. Including the things he wore, that almost made Mello have a heart attack. He enjoyed the sight of Near in lingerie.
Near was beginning to feel like a housewife.
If that was what their life was going to be like, so be it. He didn't mind that much. It was for his blond lover's sake, and that's all that matters.
Near had found the perfect apartment for the both of them. "Simple," is what Mello had said to Near for him to pick out the apartment while he went to his work as a mob member.
And that's how their life has been.
. . .
Beepbeepbeep! Beepbeepbeep!
"Hello?" Mello answered his cell phone, the other mafia member too distracted with their hookers in the other rooms. Mello may have gotten a hooker in the past with Matt when he used to sneak out of Wammy's all those years ago, but, of course, he would never use one again because of his love he was certain he's spend the rest of his life.
"Hello, Mello." Near said through the phone, Mello could tell in his voice he was smiling, which made him smile as well.
"Hey, love. What's the news?"
"I found the perfect apartment. The complex on Dove street. Room 23."
"Alright. Thanks."
"I love you."
Mello spotted someone walk out of one of the rooms. "Uh. . . Yeah, you too. Bye."
. . .
Mello finally came home to the apartment, walking in the door with a long sigh. "Near, sorry about the- MMPH!" Near pounced onto Mello, instantly wrapping both his legs around his waist, Mello supporting him by holding tightly onto his back, kissing him passionately. After the kiss was able to break, he spoke. "Well, you're very forgiving."
"Oh, that? On the phone? It's nothing. I know the mafia is opposed to gays."
"Opposed. Very mild way of putting it." He laughed nervously. Near stating kissing him again, letting Mello take the dominate role and carry him to the bedroom.
Mello threw Near down onto the bed (Taking advantage of the softness), and leaning over top of him, kissing passionately.
After the kiss was over Mello whispered "I missed you," in Near's ear as he was unbuttoning his shirt.
"I know," Near replied softly, beginning to rub the front of Mello's new leather pants, making him moan softly in Near's ear, his breath warm on it.
Mello took off his own pants, freeing his member with a short sigh of relief from no longer tight feeling.
Near saw this as another opportunity to torture Mello. He smirked, and slid downward, making his mouth in lined up with Mello's throbbing erection. He took Mello carefully in his mouth, sucking lightly.
Mello threw his head back with another moan.
Near only sucked a a few seconds before his cock was coated in saliva, sliding up, having Mello's fingers at his mouth. He sucked on them as well.
Once they where to Mello's satisfaction, he pushed one finger into Near's entrance.
"Nnh,"
Another finger. . .
"Ahn!" Near was starting to bite his lip.
Three fingers made Near cover his own mouth, from the scream he was going to admit once Mello spread them. . .
"MMMPH!"
Mello pulled his fingers out and pushed his cock into him. "Mmn. . . Hann. . . Nn. . . nn. . ." Whippers from Near almost drove Mello insane.
"Ah."
Once Mello thrust for a while, Near was beginning to enjoy it.
"Uha. . . Ahh. . ."
Mello went a little faster, hitting his prostate, his own moans chorused with Near's.
"UHA!"
Near clutched the pillows, mouth open from a loud moan. Still in the porcilin fagial beauty known as Near.
Mello and Near climaxed simultaneously.
An orgasm in and on each other.
Once the love making seized, Mello pulled out and lay next to Near. Spooning him.
"I love you." He kissed the back of his neck.
"I love you too, Mello." Near smiled.
. . .
"But we need showers."
Mello got up with a sigh. "I know, I know. As long as you'll take one with me." He smirked.
Near blushed, but complied. Getting up and following him to the bathroom.
And so they showered in each others embrace.
They washed each other. Running their hand all over each other, memorizing every inch of their bodies.
They also toweled off each other.
"I'm going to go get some chocolate." Mello said, zipping up his vest.
"Alright." Near was buttoning up his shirt.
Once Mello returned, the awful thing happened.
Near was passed out in the arms of a stranger who crept into the house. Mello soon after recognized him as one of his "co-workers"
Before Mello could speak, the man hit him hard across the face, and he, himself, was knocked out.
OOOO Cliff hanger. My first one. AWW! I'll update soon~!
ANOTHER SHORT FIGGIN' CHAPTER.
OH WELL. GET OVER IT.