Innocence (MelloxNear) (Death Note)

Chapter 5 | He Didn't Get It

Sorry it's so late! I got put on report, my laptop broke and I'm being made to do all my homework. It's a NIGHTMARE. And I'm trying to watch more anime than I can and just... Gr! Anyways, enjoy this! WARNING: CONTAINS MATTXMELLO SMUT. Don't worry, baby. NearxMello will happen soon! And can I quickly point out that in THIS. FANFIC. (This one that you are reading right now.)

Mello = 16

Near = 14

Matt = 17

(I know that doesn't go with canon, but FUCK THAT. I am under no circumstances adding the Kira case, cause we all know how that ends. So yeah. Here. Take what ya get.~)

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Child don't follow me home

You're just too perfect for my hands to hold

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The salty tears had broken past Near's emotionless facade and were now staining the white material that barely covered his chest. Mentally, Near was creaming at himself. He had let Mello know how he was feeling, and what was worse, for the first time in years... Near had cried. It wasn't something he let go lightly, as it was showing weakness. But here he was; A defenseless little boy shivering as he was being touched. His heart was pounding as the blood rushed to his ears. This was a situation he never wanted to be in. And it scared him.

Eyes shut tightly, as a tiny tear rushed down his cheek, Near sorrowfully waited for Mello's next move. If the blonde really wanted to do this, then he better get it over with fast. Near had no idea how to protect himself, he had never had to. He was always alone, nobody ever bothered him, he was fine with that. Well, almost everyone. Mello had been the only one to ever interact with him, even if it was just through violence. Mello was just causing him pain, bur at least he had noticed Near. Of course, there was the exception of Linda, but she rarely ever popped up. The chocoholic was always in Near's shadow. But now, it was Near in Mello's shadow. Literally.

Underneath the leather coloured body that held him in place, Near could smell the strong aroma of chocolate lingering around Mello. The delightful mix of bitter and sweet, swirling around the blonde like perfume. The parts of Mello's skin that wee uncovered, left a desirable slightly baked tan in it's place. Strands of custard coloured hair brushed against Near's stomach, sending shivers down the albino's spine. Yet, something changed. Mello's breath had hitched, and he seemed to be frozen solid; as still as a statue. The once devious glint in his eyes had faded to a look of true shock and horror.

"Near... I..." Mello could barely choke the words out as they stuck to the back of his throat, which had dried. Standing up, stiff as a board, Mello looked down at his hands, as though he had just killed somebody. He himself was shaking. Why had he done that? How had he done that? The glinting of that lone teardrop forever sat pictured in Mello's mind, as he looked down on the young boy. He wasn't able to control himself, and in doing so...

"I'm sorry." Mello whispered almost silently, before sprinting out of the room, not turned back. His mind was full of racing thoughts that replayed endlessly through his mind. What if he hadn't have stopped? How far would he have gone? Mello could imagine it. Near gripping the bedsheets tightly, a contorted look of pleasure on his face. Sweat dripping from the pale boys forehead as he moaned loudly, ready to scream in ago- NO!

Slamming his own bedroom door,Mello sunk down, head furrowed in his hands. He tried to get rid of the horrible image, but the more he tried, the more graphic it became. He felt like he could heard it, he could feel it, he could see it... Screaming, Mello shook his head vigorously/ He needed to stop thinking these things! Or else what would happen? How would everyone react to finding out that Mello came close to raping his opponent? Or how much he wanted to continue, even if his heart and every bone in his body told him that it was wrong. A loud rapping on the door stopped the blondes thoughts, and his attention turned to the door rather than today's events. There were only two people that would come to Mello's room at this time. And those were Watari and... Matt.

"Melly, open the fucking door or I'll break it down." Matt shouted angrily, basically punching the door by this time. Flinching at the harsh tone of the redheads words, Mello sighed deeply, knowing he had no choice. It was either have his door smashed down and then face the wrath of Matt, or skip the door and face Matt regardless. Buttshuffling out of the way of the door, the hunking piece of oak almost immediately swung open, revealing a very pissed off Matt, who's cigarette was dangling precariously out of his mouth, only multiplying the sudden rush of fear Mello felt. After what had just happened, he wasn't prepared for this.

"What the hell happened you fucktard?!" Matt scowled heavily at Mello, as he wasn't ready to believe some fake fairy story. Not today. Mello had screamed, and Matt was on the case to find out why. And he would find out. Even though he had been rejected and overall thrown away by the blonde, he still had feelings for Mello, in friendship and out of love. It wasn't like he wanted to trail after the boy, but who was he kidding. What else was he to do? (Other than play video games, but even that needs a break, expecially when you have a pounding headache.)

Looking Matt dead in the eyes, Mello had no control over his actions, as he clearly spoke the words, "I was wrong." Eyes wide, Matt needed to do a double take. Did that mean... That Mello... A devlish smirk on his face, Matt's eyes flashed with a strange feeling, before he uttered the words, "Took you long enough." It was different this time, or so Matt thought. He thought that it wasn't just those rare occasions that their friendship gained benefits due to certain hormones. He thought this was love. He was wrong, but Mello would never tell him. He would take it to the grave.

A grin took over Mello's own face, before he smashed his lips into Matt's. Their mouths moved harshly, yet at the same time, moulded perfectly. Swiping his saliva coated tongue across Mello's bottom lip, Matt begged for access, craving this. Teasingly, Mello kept his mouth shut, as Matt grunted grumpily. In a heated move, Matt slipped his hand down Mello's leather pants (a difficult task indeed), groping the manhood that rested in his boxers. Gasping as a sensation of pleasure shot through him, Mello blushed. Now that he had the chance, Matt's tongue slivered into Mello's mouth, masaging the inside and exploring every part of it.

While Matt was preocupied, Mello began to lift the redheads striped sweater off of him, the pale skin he was greeted by was perfectly untainted and untouched. Not for much longer. Breaking away from the kiss, Mello made his way down to Matt's stomach, smirking as he bit down on pieces of skin, hearing Matt's moans get progressively louder as his teeth clamped down harder. Mello was never one to be the uke, nor was Matt. It was war of the angsty teenagers.

Knotting his hands in the fluffly blondeness of Mello's hair, Matt's moans never ceased. Fairly soon, he had had enough of being on the bottom. Without hesitation, Matt stripped Mello of his shirt before flipping them over so that he was on top. Enough of the waiting, it's time. Abruptly pushing his hand against the buldge in Mello's pants, he delicately unzipped the leather, discarding them before licking his lips hungrily, eyeing the food before him...

Knock knock.

It wasn't Watari, noted Mello. Watari knocked more roughly, though not as harshly as Matt. And nobody would be looking for him, apart from...

Near.

Hadn't the albino gotten the message? Mello had almost raped the boy, so why did he continue to follow him? Doesn't he know the risks? Mello was going to reply, but was quickly stopped as a hand clasped over his mouth. Matt hissed into Mello's ear, "Look at yourself! You're almost naked you fucking idiot!" Pushing Matt down under the bed, and wrapping a gown around himself, Mello made sure no evidence could be spotted. Perfect.

He opened the door, rubbing his eyes and fake yawning, as though he had been sleeping the entire time. Looking at Near, an eyebrow raised, Mello was about to speak, but was immediately cut off. He felt something touch his lips, and couldn't believe what was happening.

Near just didn't get it.

How did Mello know this?

Because the two were now kissing in the doorway.