Inevitable.

Title:Inevitable.
Chapter 3: Gravity
Fandom:Death Note
Pairing: MattxMello MelloxL
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Death Note and its boys are not mine!

A/N: Thanks a lot to Drear ((http://anime.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=1296808953 ))for the betta work *blows kiss*


Everywhere you went, you could always hear conversations on the same theme, as if it was the most important event of human history.
Okay, maybe it was.

It seemed that somehow, God had decided to judge people all over the world, and thousands of criminals were being killed by an invisible hand. Divine justice, some said; madness, said others. Matt wasn't sure what to think, or more accurately, he didn't care very much. He had other things in mind, such as beating that damned boss on his new video game. And, after all, it was a well known fact for everyone at Wammy's that L was interested in that case, and there was nothing L could not resolve. Kira's life span was on a countdown.

But Kira had messed up Matt's life in some other way: since L would part soon in order to investigate the case, Mello seemed to pay even more attention to the detective, spending each minute he could by L's side, using all sorts of excuses to talk to him, trying to show how skilled and smart he was. Even if he knew it was probably because Mello wanted to catch L's attention as his potential heir, Matt couldn't help feeling ignored.

It was past two in the morning. Matt was playing with his PSP hidden under the covers of his bed, pretending to be asleep yet, so anyone could see any light from outside. His teachers kept telling him he had to study more and play less, that his talent was wasting away being used for such things, but what the hell did they know? He wasn't as interested in being L's successor as Mello and Near were, so there was no reason for him to work as hard as they did. One day, one of his teachers had told him he was just as smart as the other two boys, and if he tried harder, he maybe could surpass them both. Matt felt amused at the thought, imagining what Mello's face would look like if he became number one.

A sound from the room next door distracted Matt's attention from the video game long enough to make him lose again. Mello usually sneaked out of his room late at night and visited Matt, but since L was busy studying the Kira case, the blonde boy seemed to have lost interest in such nocturnal activities. Matt waited for Mello to walk into his bedroom at any moment. He listened carefully, but nothing happened. At least not in his room. He could hear steps along the corridor and up the stairs, and Matt didn’t wait any longer. He jump off the bed, and as silent as he could, sneaked out of the room, checking inside Mello's bedroom before he followed the steps to the top floor.

The redhead knew very well that it was not allowed. The top floor of the building was all L's, where the detective slept and all but lived when he was at Wammy's. Of course, he had taken a peek more than once, but hadn't seen anything all that interesting, just some sort of an office with computers, a big desk and couch. There was a door that led to a library full of books and files, and another that led into a room with a huge bed, another desk and yet more screens and computers. There was also a bathroom and a small room with nothing inside but a fridge.

Matt stood at the top of the stairs, where he could see inside through the half closed door. He thought he’d like being a spy, and could think of himself doing that for a living, leaning forward to peek inside the office. He first saw Mello and his bright blonde hair shining under the dim light of a small lamp, kneeling by one of the couches holding a wad of paper.


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“Hi...” Mello's voice sounded almost shy. The little blonde was standing at the door with a bunch of papers in his hands.
“I would like to hear your opinion of this,” he added when the black-haired detective turned to look at him.

“Come in, Mello.”
L didn't seem surprised to see the teenager in his room in the middle of the night. It was not that unusual after all, and the detective rather appreciated the company.

“It's this project I'm working on, it's almost finished but I don't know if I should add something more...” said Mello, once he was inside, holding out the papers in L's direction.

“Please, would you read it aloud for me, Mello?” L asked, standing up from the chair and walking over to the couch. “It would be a shame if I stained it.”

“Oh, of course!” Mello noticed the detective was holding a bowl of sweets, and he took his place on the floor next to the couch and started reading while the older boy munched a bar of candy.

“Mello?”
L's voice broke the monotony of the blonde's monologue, and a pair of blue piercing eyes looked up at him. “I have something I think you would like.” A little smile appeared on L's lips as he clumsily stood up from the couch. Mello's gaze followed the slim figure through the room, watching as he took something from a drawer, before walking back to the couch. “It's really delicious. Imported from Belgium, I think.” he said as he reached out his hand, offering Mello a bar of chocolate.

“Thank you!”
Mello took the sweet from the detective. Chocolate was good, but chocolate from L...nothing could be better than that. Well, maybe there was something even better.

“But, L...” Mello would kill to know L's real name, but he knew it was not possible. “I could stain it if I read and eat...” the blonde stood up gracefully, and took place between L's legs on the sofa, his feline eyes fixed on L's black ones. “Would you care to...feed me,” he said, offering the chocolate, his voice low and seductive. “so I can read the rest of my project?”

“Mello... that's not...”
“Please?”

L hesitated for a second, and Mello was afraid he had taken a step too far, but then L took the sweet from him, un-wrapped it and broke off a piece.
“C'mon. I want to hear the rest.” He said, bringing a piece of brown sweet to the boy's lips that parted, welcoming the tasty chocolate.
Mello read two paragraphs before another piece of chocolate teased his lips, the process being repeated twice, but for the third time, Mello dared to let his bold tongue dart out of his mouth, meeting L's fingertips and the chocolate. The detective let out a little sound of surprise, but didn't take his fingers away. Instead, when the brown sweet disappeared inside Mello's mouth, his fingers lingered there, caressing the full lips of the blonde teenager.

“You want more?” asked L softly, holding the chocolate bar up, his eyes refusing to move from the young boy's lips.
“I do.” Mello lifted himself up from the couch till he could reach and kiss L's lips with his own.

The kiss was soft and lazy, just as Mello had thought a kiss from L would be. He was kneeling on the couch between the black-eyed man's legs, his hands resting on the other's shoulders, and he could feel cold fingers under his pajama shirt caressing his back. Feeling bolder now, Mello took L's hand and brought it to his front, leading it across the soft skin of his belly.

The detective broke the kiss. “Are you sure you want this, Mello?”
he asked, staring seriously at the boy. He was so young... but L knew Mello was not as the average teen kid, and he doubted he was still a virgin.

“I'm not a little brat,” Mello bit back a comparison about Near he had automatically thought of. “I know what I want.”
“Fine. I just wanted to be sure.” L's fingers worked on the buttons of his pajama jacket until the boy was bare-chest, the light hairs on his body standing on end with the sensation of the air over his skin.

L's mouth touched the tiny pink nubs of Mello's nipples, licking, suckling, nibbling, enjoying the sweet sounds of pleasure the blonde boy made, his long, thin arms around his waist to keep the delicate body of the teenager in place. Mello's hands were now entangled in the black mass of hair, grabbing handfuls of it, his hips moving by themselves, searching for a bit of attention to the heated flesh a little lower.

“Please...” the boy moaned, thrusting his hips forward, rubbing his groin against L.

“I understand...” L would seem as cold and unaffected as always if his cheeks weren't flushed red, the same colour his lips had turned after the kissing, and his voice didn't sound a bit breathless. The detective slid down on the couch until his face was level with Mello's hips, and the blonde boy opened his eyes wide at the realization of what L had in mind. Skilled hands pulled down his pajama pants, exposing the engorged organ of the young blonde, an expert tongue began licking the pink throbbing flesh, and Mello bet the man was enjoying this as much as he was. He dared to open his eyes for a moment and looked down: his member disappeared inside that hungry mouth and L's black big eyes were open and looking back at him. Mello moaned at the sight, and when he thought it could not be more erotic, his eye caught L's hand buried inside his own loose pants, jerking himself off - it was too much.
“I...I'm coming!” his voice sounded desperate, and the next second the teenager was pulsing inside L's mouth, his whole body trembling.

The climax faded away slowly, and Mello found himself in L's arms, being held and caressed soothingly. He felt a wet spot somewhere on L's lap, and he realized he’d wanted something more than that.

“L...” Mello lifted his head from the other's shoulder a bit to talk into his ear. “I want to...I want you to fuck me. Please... “ he was embarrassed, and it was something Mello didn't feel often.
“No need to rush things, Mello. You're very young.”
“I'm not!” the blonde argued. “I really want to do it! I ...I love you...” Mello shut his eyes tightly and buried his face against the detective's shoulder, ashamed of his own childish words. But instead of a mocking laughter, or words of pity, the detective tightened the embrace.

“I can't. Not now, Mello. I'm sure you can wait a bit.”

“Till you catch Kira?” his eyes glared at L's hopefully.

“Yes. Until I catch Kira...”

They sat there like that for a long time, their arms and legs entangled, till the blonde boy fell asleep, exhausted, and the black-haired man carried him back down to his bedroom on the second floor.


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Matt left his hiding place with a sickening feeling in his stomach, and, as quietly as he could, went to the bathroom and puked. That was the last time he saw L. The genius detective went away to work on the Kira case, and he died trying to catch the mass murderer, but what Matt always remembered of him were his bony hands on Mello's young pale skin.


TBC