Innocence (MelloxNear) (Death Note)

Chapter 10 | Relieving Himself

The following chapter may contain nuts. And shower masturbation. You have been warned. (Please take into consideration that this is my first time writing this kind of smut, so bare with me...)

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That your tears don't mean a thing

And I only come when you scream

I told you 

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Mello remembered the mark he had distinctly given Near. It stained his mind, and it wouldn't leave him. He could feel the pain gushing through the smaller boys boy as he had sunk his teeth into his side, but he was now his. That pure, isolated kid was now in his possesion, and nobody could dare defy him his pet... 

Eyes wide, Mello realized exactly what he was thinking, immediatly slapping his own face, attempting to rid himself of the horrific thoughts that were infecting his very heart and soul. He didn't just want to hold Near, he wanted to squeeze the very life out of him until he was breathless and his lungs were failing him. He didn't just want to kiss Near, he wanted to bruise those pale pink lips of his, until they were blue with pressure. He didn't just want to pleasure Near, he wanted to make him scream out in a mixture of pain and enjoyment, a piercing screech that would be utter music to his ears...

Mello knew at that point, and that point alone, that he was turning into a psychopath. A crazy, sadistic bastard that wanted to bring pain and would enjoy it thoroughly. The blonde felt a familiar quench in his gut as he thought of what Near would look like writhing underneath him, face contorted in a look of agony... Groaning deeply, the nerves in his stomach not ceasing, the boy figured that he was going to need a shower. Stat.

As he worked his way to the bathroom, he precisely avoided contact with whoever came into site, seeing the harsh glare on his face, no one bothered to get in his way, side stepping out of his path. But on his travel, he subconciously slowed down whilst walking past Matt's room, wondering whether to ask the redhead if he could relieve him, rather than having to do the dirty work himself. Then again, he hadn't spoken to Matt since Near left, so he would be a terrible friend to waltz in after several weeks unannounced then ask for a handjob. Not that he wasn't already the worst best friend in the world, but that point still stood.

Eyes lingering for a moment longer on the door, Mello continued on his way, going along with the sign upon the door announcing that it was indead Matt's room, and that no one was permitted to enter, or he would rip out their insides and feed them to the seagulls. Just a friendly reminder, the blonde remembered the gaming addict telling him. Freezing in his place, Mello looked at the door once more. Matt was his best friend, and he had been so selfish as to leave him, just because his toy had escaped to Japan. He could only imagine the pain the redhead must have been going through...

Another tight squeeze in his abdomen reminded him of his original task, and he vowed to return later and express his apoligies; Right now, the one thing he needed more than air was to hid himself of this damn tension supressed inside of him. Reaching the end of the hallway, Mello grinned as he pushed open the door with a mighty force, taking in the soapy smells of the single bathroom. Slamming the white slab of wood behind him, he made sure to lock the door, because he was sure if anyone were to walk in on him doing what he was about to do, they would be mortified. And he liked to think that if God were watching him, he'd know it was a normal thing for a boy his age, and he should be thankful that he was doing it.

But then again, God wouldn't exactly be pleased with his life thus far. Mello knew he was going to Hell, as he had already slept with a man, but to want to essentially fuck the living daylights out of one (Or more specifically, a fourteen year old.) was just obsurd. And then came to factor of wanting to hurt people for personal pleasure... Yes, Mello was most definitely going to spent his afterlife rotting in the hottest depths of Hell. So why not just break more laws while he was at it? It wasn't like it could get any worse than this.

Stripping his leather clothes off; whacking his boots against the counter as to rid himself of them; hanging his rosmary cross on the edge of the mirror and starting up the shower, Mello stepped into the steamy scolding abyss of boiling water. He leaned with his back against the already fogged up azure tiles, closing his eyes tightly and grabbing ahold of his length. Then, quickly taking in a breath, he started pumping it slowly, moving his hand up and down as he felt the pleasure shoot through him. Friction developed as he heated up his begging cock, feeling the warm precum drip onto his hand already. He was never one to hold in for long, as Matt had constantly reminded him.

As his hand swiftly worked it's way up and down his throbbing erection, Mello's mind pictured graphic images that only made him even more horny. What it would feel like to claw his fingernails into Near's baby soft back as he pushed inside of him, hearing the moans and screams of his conflicting feelings. What Near's insides would feel like as he entered, would it be hot or just warm? He thought of Near's cries. Again. And again. And again.

He knew what he was doing was wrong. He knew that Near was just an innocent child, but that is what only fueled the fantasy. The fact that he would be the one defiling him first, not someone else. He would be the owner. That sparked an image in Mello's mind. That fluffy white mess on Near's head being protruded by two smooth cat ears, as Mello sat in the background, a leesh in his hand which led to a deep crimson collar around the ukes throat. The albino wearing a dainty maids outfit that barely fell past his thighs, fishnet stockings working their way up Near's slender legs. A flustered look on the boys face as the blonde yanked the dress off of him, revealing the untouched, naked skin beneath...

With an almight moan, Mello released, the younger one's name leaving his tongue as he felt his cum trail out of his hand and wash away in the drain. As the world returned to reality, Mello washed away the rest of his sin, making a disgusted face as it slipped off of him, returning his body to it's normal state. He didn't want it to be his own release coating him... He wanted it to be Near's...

Outside of the bathroom door, Matt stood angrily, ear against the door. He heard the entire thing, including the breathless panting and the final scream of that little bastard's name. Feeling another shard of his heart dissapear, the red haired boy knew now what his answer would be. It was his certain decision and he had no going back on it.

Me

21:16 

Deal.