DOA

YOUR EYES SEE RIGHT THROUGH

It was not surprising that Mello flat out refused to be checked for signs of head injury, internal bleeding, problems with hearing or sight, or any of the other possible problems that Near was listing out now for the third time. The albino just kept taking the blonde's hand even when he was repeatedly slapped away. Mello was fucking busy and Near was shit out of luck unless he was talking merely to keep himself entertained. If so, he at least better do it a bit quieter because it was annoying the blond to no end.

Mello hovered over the makeshift examination table, watching Near's on hand medic tend to the redhead's wound. Wammy's had given them extensive training in medicine, which was part of the reason that the eldest of the three orphans was still alive, thanks to Matt's care of the older boy's severe burns. Now was time to return the favor, and though this injury was nowhere close to as devastating as the older boy's had been, Mello was obviously concerned. It didn't help either him or the medic that the blond was a perfectionist, and confident enough in his own knowledge to have the nerve to question a licensed professional's skill.

"Matt will be fine." Near tried again to push the older boy into a seat where another medic was waiting to examine him. "Mello will leave this to those who are not currently injured themselves. He will allow himself to be checked over if I have to tie him to that chair." The blond turned, resting a hand on the shorter boys shoulder, leaning in close and whispering against his ear.

"Near, baby?" The albino nodded, tilting his head so that his lover had better access, expecting a kiss or playful nip, maybe even for the emotional blond to start crying on his shoulder. "Fuck. You." The albino was pushed back, stumbling just a little but managing to regain his footing and grab his lover, spinning him back around to face him.

"No, Mello. This is my /fucking/ facility and you will listen to me for once in your life and sit the hell down." The words were spoken softly, but the look in the gray eyes was as threatening as the albino could manage. Mello laughed, crossing his arms over his chest and making a show of staring down at the younger boy.

"Let's get one thing straight. We may have made up, we may have both swallowed our pride enough to apologize for stupid mistakes but I can see the wheels turning and I sure as fuck don't like what I know you're thinking. You have not won, you are not suddenly going to start dictating what I say and do, and you'd better let go of the jealously bullshit. I was not at any time fucking either L or Matt, but I do love them both and I've lost one. I will not lose another, especially not to ease your wounded pride. Matt is mine as much as you are. Just keep that in your swelled fucking head. You are /mine/ not the other way around and I will not be-" The rant was cut off when the albino grabbed his lover and hugged him tight, shielding his eyes from the room so they could hear the emotion in his voice but wouldn't see it in his face.

"I am sorry. I cannot say it enough. I am sorry for my mistakes and sorry that I can not express myself the way I wish." Near breathed in the scent of chocolate and leather, of clean skin and Mello sweat and beyond that the scent of smoke and fire. He rubbed his cheek against the blonde's scarred one, kissing the edges that were so sensitive, then the parts that the blond couldn't feel. "I will not back down from my request, however, not because I wish to order my love around but because I can barely remember to take a breath through my concern. If anything were to happen to Mello it would not be because of his stubbornness but because I backed down too easily when I should have stood my ground. There were many times in the past that I allowed Mello to do what he wished, knowing it would harm him in some way but either his temper caused me to give in, or that he would find out that I'd been right and regret it, even if he never admitted it. That time is past, there should be no more competition between us."

Mello took a fistful of curls, pulling Near's head back until it was tilted up when he searched those gray eyes for the meaning behind the speech. "Are you trying to ask me something Near? Is what you're meaning to say, 'please, Mello I'm worried and scared and I want to beg you to assure me that you're ok but I'm too much of a jackass to just get on my knees and do exactly that?'"

The albino stared back in confusion, wondering again if they had both underestimated the blonde's injuries or if he really was insane. Sometimes the words he spoke made little to no sense, might even be partially the fault of a certain redhead. Had he been being sarcastic, was he actually suggesting that if the younger man got on his knees he'd do what he asked? And just what was he supposed to do when he got on his knees? Near had never begged once in his life. He'd been raised from birth at Wammy's, was used to getting everything he could ever desire and before the relationship with Mello all his desires had been quite simple. But now there was a very pretty blond giving him a malicious smirk and all he wanted to do was please this man so that he could breath again.

"Please, would Mello sit down and let someone inspect his injuries?" The albino spoke quickly, practically whispering the rushed request. The blond crossed his arms over his chest, taking just a few steps away from his redheaded friend and towards a rather comfy looking seat where a second medic was waiting impatiently. The man's appearance practically screamed military, from his rigid stance to the crew cut brown hair that was going gray in spots. He was tall, muscular, the last person one would look at and think 'doctor', unless they saw how he carefully took the blonde's hand and led him towards the chair, pulling a flashlight out of his pocket and kneeling in front of the younger man.

"Why should I?" But Mello was already leaning forward, opening his eyes wide as the medic first held up a finger and asked with a surprisingly gentle tone if he would try to follow it as it went side to side.

"You could have a concussion, or internal bleeding. The accident was far more severe than Mello seems to think." The blond turned his head just enough to catch apologetic gray eyes. This was not what had been asked. Near sighed. "Because I am concerned for Mello's well being and it will make me feel better."

"Thank you. That was much easier than it seemed in your head, wasn't it baby?" The albino shook his head in the negative; made Mello laugh and the now impatient medic exhale with a frustrated sigh. It looked wrong on his face, and was a gesture that reminded the blond of Matt, who often blew his hair out of his eyes with that same sigh. Mello tried to imagine the guy with long hair, and the very thought had him giggling and covering his mouth with his hand.

"Excuse me, sir, I mean no disrespect but if you're planning to continue distracting my patient then I will have to ask you to leave." It was impossible to tell which of the two looked more shocked, because no one, not even the fucking president of the United States dared to so much as ask Near to do something he didn't want to. "It appears that you may be more injured than you thought, young man." The medic continued the test with his finger, noticing how the blond tried to turn his head when the digit made it to the scarred side of his face. Mello realized why he had come to the conclusion before Near could utter an 'I told you so'. The blond looked to the ceiling, begging god to just strike one of them down. Only three people in the whole world, including himself, knew about his impaired vision, knew that the explosion he'd barely managed to live through had taken more than some skin and blood.

"Near..." The albino came to the blonde's side, taking up a hand and waiting for his lover to calm. Mello leaned his head on the pajama clad boy's chest, seeking comfort, but as soon as the younger boy touched a scarred cheek, whispered that it was alright, Mello pulled away and sat up straighter.

"I can explain if Mello does not wish to speak about it." The albino wisely stood back, offering his hand still but not taking the blonde's. If Mello needed to share his strength he would go to it, otherwise he might lash out because any such gesture would seem like pity.

"I speak for myself, thank you." The medic patiently waited, sensing he had missed something but not prodding for information. He was currently unarmed, as requested by the tiny white haired boy and his agents. However, the frail looking blond was armed, the gun tucked into the front of his pants and though he looked like the type it probably wasn't for show. This was the SPK headquarters, and while the patient appeared more like a common criminal it was apparent that he was a part of the force. "I have little to no vision in that eye, nor much hearing in the ear. I can see shapes and colors, but it's always as if I'm staring directly into a bright light on that side. So your tests are futile, however I can assure you that I don't have a concussion. I am probably as qualified as you to diagnose this, and you'll just have to trust me on that."

The medic looked to Near for confirmation, who slowly nodded while watching Mello for any signs of an impending tantrum. He seemed calm enough, though he looked to the rest of the SPK to see if anyone had heard, expecting at least some chatter about him driving a motorcycle and carrying a gun all this time with only half his senses at his disposal. No one said a word, though most of them were suddenly very busy doing other things and avoiding any glances to that side of the room.

"Alright, then, you will have to remove your vest so I can assess any damage to the bones or internal organs." This Mello had no problem with, quickly stripping and smirking while all pairs of eyes save Matt and his doctor turned to watch. Hal even had a glance, though her cheeks turned a dark shade of red and she quickly spun around to start talking with Matt again. He was sedated but awake, mumbling about his cigarettes and when could he have a drink and did Halle want to go home yet.

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Even Matt had woken a little from drifting in and out of conscious when Mello hissed in pain for the tenth time. After the medic was finished poking and prodding at him, none too gently he might add, Near had dismissed the medics and taken the blond into his lap. He inspected the injuries for himself, under the guise of affectionately kissing and cuddling the older boy.

"Goddamn it, Near, it's a fucking bruise. Leave it the hell alone or I swear to god I'll give you a few to match and you can play with those." The albino kissed the side of the blonde's neck, pulling the shirtless boy's back closer to his chest. Mello squirmed in his lap, taking his hand away from the large bruise that had formed across one shoulder, down his chest, ending just under the rib cage on the other side. "I've got a clean bill of health, alright? Let go of me so we can- ahh." Near had found the spot along the edge of the scar at the blonde's cheek, kissing along it and down to his neck, then nipping an earlobe. "No way, motherfucker. Back off. I am so not in the mood."

"Mello will sit still, I have not finished my own assessment. There could be another injury that was...overlooked." Was the albino serious? Did he really have so little faith in the medical professional that he felt the need to continue this torture? And did he think that Mello could be distracted with a few kisses...even if the spot he was currently nipping at felt really, really...nice?

"Guess again." The blond took the albino's hand, teeth clamping down on the fingertips until Near released his hold around the older boy's thin waist. As he made to stand up, sliding forward off pajama clad legs he noticed the problem. Apparently Near had been convinced that his lover was going to live through the evening, and parts of him seemed desperate to celebrate the fact. "Oh." Mello smirked, sliding backwards and eliciting a little moan from the shorter boy. "Feels like you're in just as much pain as me, huh?" The blond ground his ass into the albino's lap, smirking when Gevanni cleared his throat from across the room and Rester took up a pair of headphones to listen to the news feeds on the multiple television screens mounted on the walls.

"I assure Mello that I am only concerned for his well being." Near's fingers dug into the armrests, Mello's hands over his to support his weight as he adjusted again and again in the younger boy's lap.

"Thanks, baby, but I feel just fine. Better than ever. Though, I guess if you really wanted to you could call the medics back. My hip kind of hurts." Mello took the albino's hand, placing it on a hipbone and holding it there. He'd noticed that while the man with the crew cut had been nothing but professional, quietly doing his job, Near had grown more and more irritated while watching another man's hands on his lover. Mello had found a distraction for the embarrassment and slight discomfort, winking and smiling sweetly at the much older man, grasping his shoulder and feigning a wince of pain now and then while watching the jealous albino creep closer and closer until he was sitting on the edge of the chair and glaring at both of them.

"That will not be necessary. They will not be returning. In fact, they are to arrive at Halle's apartment later this evening to watch over Matt. He will need to rest for several days before he can be allowed to continue with our plans, if he must, and I believe that the best place for that would be with Miss. Lidner. It will also do Mello well to rest both body and mind. I am perfectly capable of assuring that he does so on my own." The blond smirked, remembering to teach his lover a key phrase - get the fuck out. It worked so much better than not so subtle hinting, though it was apparent his employees had been trained to recognize the signs that their presence was no longer welcome.

The team packed up quickly, and it took all three of them to help walk Matt to the elevator. He was still drugged up on painkillers, stumbling even with the help of Near's employees, though the redhead still managed to shoot one of his trademark grins at Halle as she put an arm around his back. "No, if we leave, they're going to fuck. I am not letting Near get more than me..." The hacker mumbled, trying to kiss the blond woman but at his considerably shorter stature it was awkward enough with all his wits about him. He managed to brush his lips against her jaw, tripping and almost knocking the older woman over with them. "Come on, love, it's not fair...it's...it's...where was I? I like this shit, whatever it is. When do I get more?"

The redhead managed to charm the older woman even in his drug-induced stupor. She smiled, hugging him closer while careful not to move the heavily bandaged shoulder on the opposite side. "It's alright, Matt, very soon. We've just got to get back to the apartment first, ok?" If the hacker managed to stay coherent long enough for what he was asking, Halle promised herself that she'd let him have it. He deserved it, and this all was her fault anyway. An apology was deserved after all.

Besides, he looked absolutely gorgeous with his bare chest, just muscular enough to not look like the little boy his face and height suggested. His goggles were tucked into the back pocket of his loose jeans and she could see a pair of bright green eyes just begging for attention in any form. Again she mentally kicked herself, having just compared him to a sick little puppy now. At least that was slightly better than a child, though not by much.

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"Ok, Near, that's enough now. We have work to do." Mello again tried to get out of the albino's lap, but was pulled back down and the younger man tucked some hair behind the blonde's ear and kissed his throat again, hand running up and down his chest, scratching over his stomach, then darting just below his waistband. "Ahh...Near, I'm fucking serious. What's gotten in to you?"

"What does Mello mean by that? Can't I just want to touch you? Hold you?" Mello leaned back against the albino's chest, tilting his head up and offering a kiss that was supposed to be just a peck but grew in intensity until he was having a hard time pulling away. The younger boy unfastened the blonde's belt, pulling it out of the loops in one quick tug, then stuck his hand back under the waistband until the taller boy was moaning into his mouth and relaxing in his lap. "I was so frightened that I would never see Mello again, that he would die. Despite all assurances to the opposite, I believe that may have been the plan."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Mello took Near's wrist, laying the arm beside him on the chair and sliding out of his lap. He was on his knees, hands sliding up the albino's thighs and then tugging his pants down just enough to free his erection. "I see we have one thing in common. Do you even own any underwear?" Before the albino could even answer, the blond took Near's dick into his mouth and down his throat, his own hips jerking in response as Near took a handful of hair tugged hard.

"Mello is avoiding the...unh...question." The blond ignored this, head moving up and down while he began to jerk himself off. If anything this would distract the younger boy enough so that he'd forget his conclusions about the day's events and just enjoy the quick orgasm. Now that Mello had lived through the ordeal he was grateful, but at the time he had known that if he did die then it was preordained, decided long before the couple had made up and promised to make it to the finish line together, if not as partners than at least no longer rivals. The blond had taken too many lives; he had used people to get to where he was now and if that had to be paid with his own life than at least he wouldn't have to live with the constant reminders of his sins.

That part was behind them, though there was still the final trial to come and a chance that there would be more casualties. Right now Mello wanted nothing more than to be close to the younger man, to show him again how grateful he was for yet another undeserved chance. And he knew just how to make the albino forget everything but the feeling of his mouth wrapped around his cock and the sight of the blond getting himself off. His stifled moans were making intense vibrations around Near's dick and the albino kept tugging at his hair and trying to focus enough to continue the conversation, but Mello knew just how to drive him crazy and bring about the quickest, most intense orgasm.

Near could have come from just watching the blond jerk himself off, though he couldn't help but push the older boy's head down when he made to pull his mouth away. Then it hit the albino, a little too late but it was painfully obvious what his lover was trying to do. Though it had been years since they'd been together he still remembered each and every time they'd...made love. He should have known sooner, because the last time he'd had the blonde's mouth on his dick and just laid his hand on the back of the older boy's head he'd been bitten hard and lost the privilege for weeks. But now Mello was allowing him to take a handful of fine blond hair and roughly pull, was even taking Near's other hand and placing it on the back of his neck.

The older boy wasn't even touching himself anymore and still Near could feel the hum of what would have been long, loud moans if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied. He was faking it, pretending that this was getting him off so that Near could relax and enjoy it, would stop accusing his lover of attempted suicide just hours ago. To test the theory, Near jerked his hips up, at the same time taking two fists full of hair and pulling until he felt some of the strands come loose. Mello's hands instinctively went for the albino's thighs to hold him down, the younger boy could even feel the scrape of teeth as his lover drew his head back but when Near only thrust in deeper, triggering his gag reflex. Mello visibly forced himself to relax and let the younger boy do as he wished.

"Mello will release me. Now. My hormones are being used against me." The blonde's eyes opened, blinking innocently as he carried on when Near went still. "I know what you are trying to do and I will not stand for it."

The blond smirked as he pulled back, licked the head of Near's dick while his hand wrapped around it and squeezed. He licked his lips, watching the albino's face while he jerked him off until the younger boy was panting and flushed. Near tilted his head up to the ceiling, hating that he was so easily persuaded with just a touch, hating the way Mello smiled at him when he knew his former rival was miserable inside. Mello grabbed Near's chin, made him face him. "Can't things just be a little less complicated between us? Just live in the fucking moment. If these were our last hours, how would you want them to end? In a fight?"

"If that is what it takes for me to assure you that I value your life, even when you do not, then yes." A brief moment of confusion flashed on the blonde's face, then anger, but he quickly averted his eyes and continued stroking Near until the albino came and sagged in his seat.

"That's what I thought. You're welcome. Now I'm going to have a shower and then get back to work." Mello tucked the albino back into his pants and stood in one graceful move, hips swaying slightly as he headed towards the stairs.

He'd made it across the room before Near stood and shuffled towards him, catching up quicker than either expected. "You didn't orgasm." The albino stated, already mentally chastising himself for such an ignorant statement as soon as it left his mouth. Still, it was the shortest, simplest way to state all of what was on his mind and it bought him a few extra seconds when Mello stopped in mid-step and growled in frustration.

"Yeah, so fucking what? I'm not in the mood." The blond made no move to keep going, but also didn't turn around. He stood stone still, shoulders slumped and head cast down. Even when the younger man wrapped his arms around his waist Mello remained unmoving. "Leave. Me. Alone."

"Why? Is Mello upset about something in particular, or is he just behaving this way for the hell of it?" The blonde's hands balled into fists, even when Near's made their way up his chest, pinching a nipple and getting the barest of responses in the form of a gasp and the straightening of his shoulders. The albino tried it again, this time harder, pressing himself against the blonde's back, breathing onto his neck. "I can answer that for you, I am quite sure of the truth now. I believe that Mello is disappointed that he did not die today, because he believed that it was the chance to pay the ultimate price for all the crimes he has committed. Am I wrong?"

"Fuck you." Near walked forward, the older boy having no choice but to take the steps ahead of the albino until he was almost pressed against the wall. He could feel his lover's erection rubbing against his ass, could feel Near's hands shaking as they roamed over him, one darting below his waistband again. "What, does that just do it for you, fucker? All right, yeah, I'm sorry I didn't die today. I love you so much it makes me sick but I don't deserve it. All the shit I did, all the innocent people that died, I'm no better than Kira."

"Thank you, Mello. That was all I needed to know. I can not possibly form the words to assure you that you are wrong, and though I doubt I can ever express my feelings physically either," Near felt the blond getting hard under his hand, despite how still he stood and that his hands had once again balled into fists. "It is the only option I seem to have left. If only Mello knew how beautiful he is, how perfect, better than I even because I might not have felt the guilt he feels. If either of us is deserving of a premature death, it is me. I have lived my short years without any consideration for another, with the exception of Mello. If there is a god than he would be wise to punish me, because all I can think is that I am glad when it came to the choice of Mello or any of those others, that he lived. I am selfish, I would kill anyone that came in the way of protecting my lover."

"You don't know what you're saying. You can't possibly understand. I killed people, Near, I watched men take their final breaths and all I could think was 'how do I get out of this?' All I cared about was living one more day, getting to Kira and then taking his fucking head. Some of them were bound to find an early grave, murders and drug dealers, but they were still people and I had no right. God, and one of them looked me straight in the eye, had a chance to kill me and he didn't. He looked at me and I could see the pity in his eyes, see them soften like he saw something good that was worth saving. He let me live and I fucking killed him anyway. How can you touch me?" The blond punched the wall in front of him, screeched until he couldn't breath anymore and gasped for air only to start the process all over again.

Near held the blond when he finally stilled, rubbed his bare arms as if that would get rid of the chill that was radiating off of him. The younger boy tried to turn Mello around, to kiss him but he only shrugged off the touch and kept his back to Near. "I have fucking had enough of this. If L were here would you listen to him? Mello thinks he knew our mentor so well but what I know is that he would never have placed the guilt on your shoulders. However, L is not here, because L died. Now I am justice, and if I know Mello as well as I think I do, if he'd listen to anything it is justice himself. If your god were as blind as you seem to believe, you would have long since been punished. I am not going to lose the only person that matters at all to me over something this fucking ridiculous."

"If you really care about me then you'll let go and leave me the fuck alone." The albino held the blond tighter, because now Mello was really struggling to get away and save himself from this conversation. A part of him could almost believe it, could almost see the sense, but it was just so much easier not to listen because his belief in his eventual damnation had been all he'd had for so long that it was like a security blanket now. It was easier to prepare for death than to allow himself to be happy, because the emotion was so foreign now that it was scary. No, Mello wasn't scared of anything, that wasn't why he struggled in the smaller boy's arms, not wondering why Near was able to hold on when he should be so much weaker. Mello wasn't scared, he was just right.

If you're right, if you really don't deserve this, why aren't you trying harder to get away? His subconscious taunted him, pointing out that the stairs were right there, his bike was just an elevator ride away, and was he even trying to escape the albino's hold?

"I can not do that, Mello. I love you. I cannot lose you again. If I lose you, the rest of the world will suffer right along with me. I will let Kira win. I do not care. If I cannot have you then I forfeit. I can't solve the puzzle without your piece." Mello stopped struggling, remembering a similar phrase spoken shortly after they'd received the news that L had died, and how he'd thought the albino was referring to their mentor. Near could have saved them years of heartache if he'd stopped speaking in riddles and codes for long enough to just say that he was sorry and wrong. But hadn't he always loved that about the younger man, how most of their peers and even caretakers couldn't understand him, how only he could solve the puzzle?

Near was waiting for an answer, because while they hadn't changed much in six years the albino had learned that with Mello he didn't always get what he wanted, that sometimes he would be disappointed. The blond waited so long to respond that Near's thoughts wandered, and he began to question why so many people spent every waking hour wishing to fall in love. The albino just could not see the sense in it, thought they must all be very stupid, until the blond reached around and pulled the younger boy's arms back around his waist.

"I can't promise you I won't die when it's time to face him. And don't say I won't be there because there is nothing in this world or the next that could stop me, and if you try I swear I'll be gone before you've had time to miss me. I love you and I want this to work. Don't fuck it up and I'll try my best to do the same." Near could have protested, both to his lover refusing to stay off the front line and for the warning, however he may have finally been learning to keep his mouth shut. Whatever happened, at least they had this. While it was far from romantic when Near pushed the blond back against the wall, Mello gasped and spread his legs.

"Mello is so beautiful." Near kissed along the blonde's spine, the older boy whining and pushing his hips back against the albino's. Leather pants were peeled down to mid-thigh while fingers were shoved into Mello's mouth, Near rubbing his clothed erection against the blonde's ass as his fingers were coated in saliva. Blond hair was already soaked in sweat and sticking to the back of the older boy's neck as Near buried his nose there while pushing his fingers into Mello's ass, stretching him with the digits while he freed his erection with the other hand.

"That's...enough..." Mello whimpered, knowing he wasn't really prepared enough but not willing to wait another minute. Near teased him by slowing the pace of his fingers plunging in and out while rubbing his freed erection against the back of the older boy's thigh. "Near, fuck me already."

The albino wanted this to last, wanted to even the score for Mello's earlier actions but the blond continued to beg until the younger boy cast all plans aside. The fingers removed, Near took hold of both hips and pushed into the blonde's ass, burying himself in as far as he could get and then laying his head on Mello's shoulder. It was so tight, so hot that the albino was afraid to move, afraid that he might come from just the feel of Mello reaching around and clawing at his hip. It might be impossible to move, he thought, drawing back only to feel those muscles clench tighter around his dick and to hear Mello whine, curse, and beg for him not to.

"Mello will stop that...unless he wishes this to finish without his own satisfaction." Near's arm went behind one of the blonde's knees, bending the leg and holding it up as far as possible with the tight leather pants restricting the older boy's movement. The adjustment made it easier to thrust into the blond, while keeping Mello off balance so that all he could do was give in and let Near do the work for once. A control freak in all aspects, Near wondered how long the older boy would allow this, but Mello placed his palms against the wall to steady himself.

"Unh...Near...oh god don't fucking move." The albino smiled against the hot skin of his lover's back, rocking his hips just slightly, hitting the spot that had made Mello cry out again and again. The blond unable to do anything but gasp each time his prostate was brushed, Near still holding him off balance with one arm under his knee and the other coming up to run a finger over each nipple and then down to jerk him off.

Near continued thrusting against that spot even after warm fluids had dripped over his hand. Though they'd never reversed roles, Mello had assured him that it was possible to come from penetration alone, and the albino had made it a personal goal to do this as often as possible. It was no surprise when Mello began mumbling for him to go faster, harder, sucking and biting on Near's hand that was sticky with his own come. Even after having Near's dick inside of him for however long they'd been locked together, Mello was still so tight and warm and it took all of the albino's concentration just to keep from missing that spot. "Is Mello alright?" The blond gave the barest of nods, biting down harder on Near's fingers because he was too far gone to tell him to shut up and keep going. Another moment and Mello went limp in the albino's arms, the younger boy releasing the blonde's leg and grabbing a hip instead. Satisfied that he'd done what should be impossible, made the gorgeous older man come twice in the space of only a few minutes, Near concentrated on fulfilling his own neglected needs.

Mello looked so pretty, barely conscious as he wound down from the after-effects of his orgasm. Near wanted to stay in this moment for as long as he could but his mind drifted off and his dick took over. He'd even swear he blacked out for a moment because the blond was mumbling at him and he'd obviously finished but just when did that happen? "You know I'll let you sleep in me, baby, but it'll be a lot easier on both of us in the bed." Whether Mello was teasing or if he really thought Near needed reminding wasn't apparent, but he carefully pulled out and helped the older boy tug the leather back up over his hips, shuffling off to find the discarded belt while Mello sat in wait on the stairs.