Who Said I'm Too Young!?

☆Chapter Three☆

Near's P.O.V

I squinted my eyes, averting them towards the beige of the walls. I didn't want to look at him, I didn't want to see what expression he might have on.

"Near," he voiced, his monotone voice low and husky. I didn't respond, my eyes still trying to hide themselves from his speculant stare.

I placed a hand over my chest, my fingers clutching the cotton material of my shirt. If I started panicking, then my heart would beat faster and that would ultimately lead to something far more disastrous.

"Near," he called once again, the tone in his voice more demanding. I gulped when I felt a familiar warmth spread across my face, the presence of body heat that wasn't mine blocking the chilled air from scratching against my face.

He had leaned down, his face mere inches away from mine. He was calm, steady and collected. If he were nervous or hesitant he sure knew how to hide it well. His demeanor was flawless.

I couldn't help but flush at his closeness, my cheeks tinging with the faintest of red. I tried to look away, tried with all my might but I couldn't. I found myself staring back into those black voids, the darkness threatening to consume me.

His face had its usual quirk expression etched on, his eyes wide and searching.

"You are too young," he whispered and made to leave but my hand stopped him. I clutched onto the sleeves of his shirt, stopping him from further retreat. He couldn't leave now, not when he was so close, not when I was so close. My mind traveled back to Mello.

I wonder what he had done with him? My mind began churning, the mechanical gears bidding to my every whim. Was it possible that what L had done to Mello was what he was doing to me now? I didn't know why, but I felt betrayed by the thought. It would just mean that I meant nothing, that he treated me equally against Mello.

I didn't want to be equal. I wanted to be more, more than Mello could ever be. I could just imagine them now. L kissing and licking his tongue against Mello's flesh, the both of them exchanging petulant swaps of saliva. The thought nearly made my blood boil, but I remained calm.

"I only asked questions," L disrupted me from my jealous thoughts. I looked back up at him, liking the way his hair fell in front of his eyes. What questions?

"I know what you're thinking, Near," L continued, his voice low and unmarred. "I only asked Mello questions inquiring toward his detective skills, so you can rest at ease." I was quite shocked that he could read my mind so easily, but I didn't show it. I forgot how smart he was when it came to figuring out how other peoples minds worked.

I felt the gentle brush of his fingers glide across the sides of my face. I shivered at the brief touch.

"Mm," I murmured, my eyes squinting.

"I will not go all the way," L breathed softly, his breath heating my cheeks. "You are far too young to take it all." My body was jittery, my skin crawling with a tickling sensation. It felt as if I were on fire, some places even more heated than others.

I began fidgeting when a heated warmth began pooling its way below my abdomen. It felt odd, surreal and strange and I liked it. It felt different and new and I just wanted more.

Out of instinct I bucked my hips, my fingers clutching onto his shirt. By now I was probably as red as a tomato.

L simply let out a tiny smile and kissed my cheek, then lowered his body over mine. He kissed his way around my eyes, gliding his tender kisses across my forehead , atop my nose, down both of my cheeks and finally my mouth. They were so soft, his lips. So soft that I wanted them to cover me; cover me entirely.

I picked up some techniques from when we first kissed, so I didn't have much trouble with it this time. Our tongues ravaged each other, darting in and out and swirling around as if we were terribly hungry for one another.

"Mm," I whimpered, my voice muffled by his mouth. He withdrew from me, a fine line of saliva dripping from our mouths. He took a moment to look at me before I felt his hands fiddle with the buttons of my white shirt.

I let him, waiting for him to un-button it till the very bottom. He didn't take it off, just merely left it open so that my back and arms were still draped, save for my exposed chest and torso.

The chilly air wasn't as cold as before, as my body was more heated due to our feverish kissing. I felt him travel down my chest, planting wet kisses down my stomach.

I arched in response, the pool of fire growing into something more serious. I was burning, the front of my pants getting tighter. What was happening?

.Never in my life had I felt like this before. The sensations were new and wild and I couldn't help but to succumb to them.

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A/N: I WISH BOYS ARE LIKE THE GUYS FROM ANIMES!!!

They would be so much awesomer and hotter!

And you got to admit I'm not the only one!

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