Innocence (MelloxNear) (Death Note)

Chapter 2 | My Pleasure

Seeing from your blinds eye,

But you don't know me at all.

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Near sat in his usual strange position, surrounded by his newest project; The Great Wall Of Tarot Cards. It stretched throughout his entire room, concealing him from whoever might come through the door. It was his den, and that was how he liked it. Hiding, secluded, alone. Most would hate the idea, but Near found himself right at home surrounded by the countless cards. With intense precision, he placed a two of hearts near a seven of diamonds, making sure each movement he make was under no circumstances shaky. He needed to be firm, slow and steady. His breathing was slow and almost none existant and his heart rate had fell drastically. But he had grown used to this. After all, the slightest movement could send the entire model crumbling. The slightest mov-

Fast as a vulcher, the door swung open, the velocity of the force sending a waft of strong wind towards Near, sending the entire wall to the ground in one fair swoop. A great deal of annoyance gaged up inside of the albino, yet he kept his expression the same, not wanting to reveal his emotions which were currently to tear somebodies head off of their body. Quickly turning to see the culprit of the mass destruction, it was no surprise to smell a strong aroma of chocolate fill the entirity of Near's room, as a snapping sound was the only thing to be heard in the awkward silence.

"Does Mello require something?" Near asked, silently gathering all of the cards together, thousands of them shoved into a large pile. Eyes carefully watching each tiny movement, Mello found himself unable to answer, for he himself didn't truly know why he was there. Had he subconciously ran to Near's room in his fit of rage? If so, why him? To take my anger out on him. Mello reminded himself, prefusely refusing to believe anything otherwise.

"Or did Mello come here to take his anger out on me, like he always does?" Rising to his feet, Near could hear a breath hitch as he spoke. He had obviously made the correct assumption, but that also meant a great deal of pain for him. He didn't like being beaten up, it wasn't one of the nicest feelings. But he wasn't going to refuse anything. He couldn't. And he had no idea why, which was what hurt him the most. He couldn't refuse this teen that stood before him anything, even if that anything resulted in a few broken bones and a mass of brusies. To help him out, that's it.

"Mello should hurry up, I haven't got all day." Near sighed, standing directly in front of the blonde, who was still shocked that Near had come to the conclusion almost before he himself had. Looking down at the boy, who was about 3/4 of his height, Mello saw the blank look on his face, and hated it so much. He knew Mello was going to injure him, yet he looked as solemn as ever. How was that even possible?

Raising his fist in preparation, Mello was about to make the first blow, when he began to stumble. His fist began to tremble, and his legs became weak. Near looked so small, so childish, so innocent... He couldn't do it. He couldn't bring himself to hit him. With one let attempt to throw a punch, Mello groaned, throwing his fist strongly into the wall beside him, making a giant crater in the white plaster. Tilting his head, Near was confused for one of the first times ever.

"Can Mello not hurt me? Is Mello too afraid?" It was as though Near was taunting him, taunting him and his weakness. If Near showed any emotion in his voice, it would be a teasing one, a tone for children when bullying others. If he were a normal kid, Near would stick out his tongue, saying "Nananananana, Mello is a scared cat!" but he wasn't normal. He was far from it, and it drove Mello nuts.

"SHUT UP, NEAR!" Mello roared, grabbing the younger boys shoulders and pinning him against the wall. "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!" Mello screamed like an infant, and he kept Near in place, who was trying to stop himself from shaking in fear. Mello's eyes were blazing in pure hatred, his nails were painfully digging in to the albino's shoulders, scarring them. He prevented Near from escaping as he breathed heavily, face contorted into a state of pure anger. Near slowly realized that it was his comment that had sparked this, and thus it was his duty to take responsibility for his actions. It was the logical thing to do.

"I'm sorry for saying that, and I hope Mello can forgive me." That voice, it sounded so sweet. Mello couldn't help but fall into a trance, as Near spoke, his voice tantalizingly soft. Oh how Mello lavished in it, oh how it echoed seductivly through Mello's head, the feeling it gave him running straight to his crot-. Wait, what was he thinking? Near was his enemy, and always will be! So why was it that after so many years, was he having these thoughts. Teenage hormones. Mello convinced himself. Fucking teenage hormones. I'm growing up, and my body wants to do certain things, that's the reason.

"I have a question for Mello..." Near started, gulping unaudibly before he spoke the rest, "Why has he pinned me against the wall?" That was when Mello snapped out of his thoughts, and realized the awkward position he had put both himself and the whitette into. Quickly pulling away, Mello didn't say anything before he marched out, a faint blush present on his pale cheeks.

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"You pinned him against the fucking wall?" Matt asked, incredulous at his friends recallation of the event that had taken place just minutes beforehand. Mello could still hear the voice in his head, playing like a stuck record, and it was driving him crazy!

"Like I said, I don't know why I did it! I just did! Whatever, he's still a stupid little albino twat." Mello countered, sinking down into his seat, embarressed. He couldn't even east chocolate at that point, though he still had some weird kind of craving. Sure, he had ate some of the sweat treat to satisfy the growing know in his stomach, but soon found that that wasn't what his body was searching for.

"Sounds like someones a little horny." Matt joked, though he was deadly serious. If Mello had done that to his worst enemy, then he must be really sex craved. Like some kind of rabid dog. Before he could react, he was pushed down once again, this time on a more comfortable surface. His guess had been correct then. Makes sense, he was number three after all. Matt could feel Mello's husky breath brush against his neck, the panting escaping from him clear of what he wanted.

"Shut the fuck up and help me." Mello grunted, straddling Matt, both of their crotches rubbing against each other through the tight leather and skinny jeans. Manouvering himself so he was now on the top, a massive grin appeared on Matt's face.

"My pleasure."

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Wow, chapter 2 and things are already getting sexually frustrating! Hope you don't mind that I didn't write the kinky MattxMello, its midnight and my brain isn't in the porny mood. Sarry. ;-; Hope you enjoyed! (If any of this seems OOC please forgive me and tell me how to improve!)