Innocence (MelloxNear) (Death Note)

Chapter 18 | He's Mine, I'm His

In relation to the chapter title: THERE'S NOTHING GAY ABOUT IT, IN OUR EYES~

I put this chapter off a while so I could write some decent smut, but I CAN'T DO IT, I'M SORRY. Reading it, sure. Watching it, fine. But I just can't get it written down. I suppose you'll have to leave it to your imaginations, sadly.

This is the end of Innocence. ;-; I'll miss it.

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And I just want to take your innocence.

I just want to take your innocence.

I just want to take.

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A month later. 

Boots heavily tapped against the wooden floor, clacking in a rythmic way, along with the melodic snap of almost frozen chocolate. Boudacious blonde hair swished gently along with the boy's steps, and a shit eating grin grew on his face when he saw the contorted looks of fear plastered on the surrounding kids faces. He could have laughed at that point, but instead prompted for showing off his power more by keeping silent, casting a shadow across all of them as they realized they were completely underpowered. But they weren't the ones on Mello's mind.

He approached steadily, being sure to make his presence known to the white clad boy concentrating in the corner, who crouched down, smashing and moving robots for his entertainment. Near realized the echoing coming towards him, and spared a glance upwards, unsurprised to see the chocoholic stood over him, smirking.

"And what does Mello want this time?" He asked boredly, monotone as always as he continued to play like he wasn't interupted at all. At the moment, the war of the robots was raging strong, Optimus Prime leading the offending army into battle, fighting the components into submission in a plea to save planet Earth for the thousandth time. But the entire confrontation skidded to a halt when the dictator himself was plucked from Near's grasp, rendering the boy frozen for a few moments. He let out a breath of exasperation.

"It's rude not to look at someone when they're talking to you." Mello spoke knowingly, fiddling with the arms of the robot without real interest, but rather to piss Near off more than he already was. It made Mello's chest leap for joy when he knew he was the one that caused the anger. 

"Can Mello return my robot?" Near questioned, twisting around to stare up at the boy expectantly, wrapping a lock of his hair around a nimble finger as a sedative for not currently being engaged in a game. Then, before he could comprehend, he was yanked to his feet by his colar, the air being knocked out of him as it dug into his neck for a few seconds. He was met by a firm chest almost touching his face, a familiar sweet aroma sweeping around him.

"Not until you beg for it." Mello murmered huskily into Near's ear, and upon seeing the smaller one's light blush, he knew his plan was working. Although, he wasn't quite expecting the attention of the other orphan's, who sat looking at the two, eyes wide in horror. With a simple glare from Mello, they turned away faster than lightning, not wanting to face the wrath of an angry blonde.

"Is Mello implying what I think he is implying?" Near interrogated, not daring to look up, knowing the proud ass face that would take over his peripheral vision. After hearing the albino, it was Mello's turn to blush. 

"What if I am?" He replied, leaning his head down more, nibbling lightly on Near's ear. A sharp intake of breath was enough to send his heart racing. Not recieving an answer, he ran his tongue along the side of his neck, almost melting as he felt a shiver erupt from the other. He'd had enough of the teasing, and if they didn't leave the room now, Mello wouldn't be able to stop himself from making out with Near right there and then, in front of a glancing audience.