Want it. Take it. Love it. Keep it.

A/N: Ok, so some of you may not agree but, I\'ve always thought that L might be kid of a romantic because he always speaks his mind about the observations he makes and being socially inept, he probably wouldn\'t even realize that what he was saying could be considered as romantic. That\'s why I decided to make the first scene sickeningly sappy. The second scene? Well, uh...it gets kinda dirty.



To Gloria B and Evermist: As always, thank you for your lovely reviews, I hope you find this chapter to your liking. I\'ve always kind of liked Near, even if he can be kind of a pain in the ass sometimes so you\'ll be seeing a little more of him later on...







CHAPTER 11



TEASE







L could not believe his luck as he lay atop his lover, trying to support most of his weight on his elbows as he trembled and gasped for breath, still inside while he rode out his orgasm. He lifted his head from where it rested on Mello\'s shoulder to watch the blonde come down from his high, eyes shut tight, the corners of his slightly parted lips curved up in a stunning smile. "Mello, love. Do you want me to move?" The boy tightened his legs around L\'s hips, and shook his head.



"Don\'t you fucking dare." He mumbled, eyes still closed. The detective smiled and leaned down to steal a kiss. He just thought he\'d ask. He always did, and the blonde\'s answer was always the same but L figured it was the polite thing to do.



As one of Mello\'s hands slid from the back of his neck to tangle itself in his unruly hair, he noticed that the fingers of the other were still laced with his own. They\'d stayed that way the entire time. Again. L had decided it was only natural, to want to be connected with his lover in as many ways as possible. And he\'d found that it kept him grounded when it felt like the pleasure was so intense, that he\'d lose himself if he didn\'t have something to hold onto. Mello often told him he was a romantic, a word he never thought he\'d use to describe himself. Maybe he was, but those were his observations, and like always, he voiced them without shame and with complete disregard for what others might think. Besides, he loved the way Mello would smile when he said what was on his mind. He could tell that it made the blonde feel special. He /loved/ being the one to make his lover feel special.



He leaned down once more to kiss Mello\'s lips, the tip of his nose, both eyelids, then pressed their foreheads together and closed his eyes, allowing himself to take it all in for a moment. "Do you have any idea how absloutely incredible you are?" he asked.



"Mmm, no. Why don\'t you tell me again?"



L laughed. He tilted his head so he could kiss the blonde again, "You...Are the most incredible...Absolutely stunning being...That I have ever had the pleasure...To lay my eyes on," he told him, punctuating each pause with another kiss.



"Well you can lay your eyes, your body, anything you want on me, anytime you like."



L leaned back, and Mello\'s blue eyes finally opened. "It is a very good thing that you don\'t mind because I doubt I could stop if you asked."



"What if I asked very, very nicely?"



"Even then."



"How do you do it?"



"Do what?" L mumered, far to distracted with running his fingertips over Mello\'s soft, full lips. The blonde smiled. L did the most random things, fixating himself on one part of his body at a time. Studying his mouth, his hands, his toes, the small of his back. The detective had spent three hours once counting the freckles on his shoulders.



"How do you always know exactly what to say to make me feel like a lovesick school girl?" L frowned, dipped his head to kiss his bottom lip. He nipped at the tender flesh, then used the tip of his tongue to soothe it.



"I do not mean to. I thought Mello enjoyed the things I say to him."



"I know you don\'t, that\'s the best part...and I love the things you say to me."



"Hmm. That is also a very good thing, my dear, because I don\'t think I could stop doing that either...we should probably shower soon. I, myself would be content to lay here all afternoon but I know how uncomfortable our combined bodily fluids make you after we make love."



Mello made a face as if suddenly realizing how sticky he was. "You\'re right. Now get off." L smiled, kissed his lover\'s forehead, then carefully pulled out of him and rolled over onto his back. The blonde stood up, then groaned and made another face as something warm and sticky slid down his thigh. "That\'s so fucking gross..." L laughed.



"I\'m sorry, love."



When Mello made it to the bathroom, he stopped in the doorway, and turned his head to look over his shoulder, that cat-like grin spreading slowly across his lips. "Well, are you coming, or not? I might even let you have your way with me again..."



L let his eyes shamelessly roam over every inch of the boy\'s tanned skin. Mello never had to ask him twice.





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Mello stood under the spray of hot water, letting L shampoo his blonde locks. Mello had showered alone that morning, using his own unscented shampoo. L had complained that the golden strands didn\'t taste right, to which Mello had responded that there were better uses for his tongue than sampling the taste of his hair. The detective had been more than happy to turn his attention to those very things, yet now he insisted on using the raspberries \'n\' creme soap that Watari had bought this week.



Mello turned his head to see that his lover\'s nose was covered in suds, having just been buried in the nape of the boy\'s neck. He licked the soap off, agreeing that it wasn\'t all that bad tasting. As far as shampoo went it could be worse.



"Your oral fixations just get stranger and stranger." The blond turned back, eyes closed, face tilted up towards the warm spray.

"You just get tastier and tastier." To prove this point, the raven haired man bent, licking a long line up the small of the boy\'s back. Mello had to place his palms against the shower wall to steady himself, his knees quaked, threatening to give out on him. "Of the numerous times that we have made love, only nine percent has been in the shower. I would like to raise the percentage by at least six points."



"Of the numerous times we have made love in the shower, you have nearly dropped me at least twice."



"I believe that both times you were to blame." They had argued the point many times, Mello insisting that if L had just let him face the wall, with the older man behind, they would have both been able to better brace themselves. The detective had insisted that never would he engage in that position. He liked to see Mello\'s eyes darken with lust, eyelids fluttering shut towards the end when the sensations grew and overflowed until he nearly lost conciousness. "If you had kept one foot on the floor, like I suggested, we would not have lost balance."



"The angle was all wrong. You know it, I know it. Admit defeat." The discussion was over now, and the blond knew he had won, until the detective got to his knees, kissing the spot that made him arch his back, pushing his hips back into the sensation. It was the only time that L would let the boy face away from him, but only because it brought Mello immense pleasure, and was quite difficult to do in any other position.



L kissed back up the boy\'s spine, teasing, waiting to see just how long it would be before impatience got the better of him. L had noticed that with each consecutive orgasm, Mello grew less and less concerned with romance and just wanted \'get the fuck on with it\'. The detective\'s tongue had only made it halfway up the blond\'s back before this very thing happened.



"Fucking quit teasing." L was already back on his knees, though not touching with his hands or tongue.



"You like to be teased." He held one slim, sharp hip lightly pressing into the hollow between. The pressure was just enough to tickle the boy, who laughed despite himself, wiggling away from the touch.



"Not fucking right now I don\'t. Finish what you started." Both hands gripped his hips now, careful not to apply too much pressure to the very ticklish spot nearby. Mello\'s palms lay flat against the shower wall, waist slightly bent. Without further hesitation, L slipped his tongue inside him, already elliciting little moans of encouragement. This in itself was a tease, the muscle not being able to put pressure on the prostate, though the very idea of having anything of the detective\'s inside him could make him come. One of L\'s hands reached to stroke his dick anyway, the teen\'s body alternating trying to impale itself on the muscle inside him, and slowly thrusting into the man\'s hand. The hand that still rested on one hip gripped tighter, telling him to relax. He didn\'t need to do any of the work.



A few moments more of L\'s skillful attentions, and Mello was panting heavily, nails dragging down the shower wall. He knees threatened to give out on him, and he willed himself to remain steady. If he were to fall, the detective would not engage in this activity again, for weeks at least. He wanted to hold out, so he could once again finish with L, but it was too late, his whole body shaking with the after effects of a /really/ good orgasm.



Mello turned, when at last he could open his eyes again and trusted his balance, carefully dropping to his knees in front of the man. They kissed, letting the water that had now turned luke warm wash over them. When they broke apart, the boy noticed that he had gotten his wish after all.



"You got off. L you\'re so fucking perfect."



"I like to give pleasure as well as receive." Mello straddled the mans lap, laying his head on his shoulder. He could hear the heartbeat slowing to it\'s normal pace. He felt himself drifting in and out of conciousness, not from the energy they\'d exerted, from the sound of that heart that beat steadily against his own chest. "Though, I suppose, I managed to do both simultaneously."



"L, something bad happened today." The blond cursed his brain for refusing to shut off. It was the curse of a genius mind, he never stopped thinking. It was probably the reason that L, most likely being even more brilliant, had had so much trouble sleeping for most of his twenty three years.



"You are still tense. After this many orgasms in a single evening, one ought to be quite relaxed."



"Don\'t worry, you were absolutely amazing. It\'s just that..." Mello shivered. The water had become quite cold as they sat there. "Let\'s get out of here and I\'ll tell you."



The detective insisted on towel drying his lover, wrapping one towel around each of their waists, and the third around the boy\'s blond hair. He waited quietly, not pushing. When Mello was ready to explain what was troubling him he would listen, offer solutions. They could handle anything together. It could never be that bad. Though the teen did seem very troubled, anxiously pacing across the bedroom floor.



"Near knows about us." L couldn\'t help himself, he laughed, though was cut off short with an icy glare. How pretty those blue eyes could be when they showed anger. "It\'s true! He told me this afternoon. I think he just wants to distract me from my studies so he can come out ahead again. I made him promise not to tell, but he could! He\'s harder to read than you."



"Near is merely curious about our relationship."



"You didn\'t talk to him did you?" The blond let himself feel slightly betrayed. If L had spoken to Near himself, Mello was going to punish him for it. This was their secret.



"Of course not. I only know this because I understand the way that his mind works. If Near is curious about something, he heads straight to the source. He does not waste time pondering when he can have a straight answer. If he has found us out, he merely wants to know /why/ we are engaging in a relationship. That subject is especially confusing for him. He has great difficulty with emotions. If you had offered to share you insight with him, he would have spent the entire afternoon absorbing every detail."



"Yeah, great way to spend an afternoon. And, ewww. Details? I think not."



"I did not say that you ought to mention anything specific about our sexual behaviors. I meant the feelings we share. And Mello, perhaps you ought to spend a little more time being kind to the boy. He really can be a pleasure to converse with. Anyway, someday you might have to work alongside him."



"L! That\'s...disturbed." To Mello, the detective might as well have suggested he go on a rampage killing babies. Working alongside Near was a sick, perverted, criminal acitivity. Certainly punishable by death.