Infatuation

Mello woke up feeling very cold and very alone. He looked around and was surprised to see that he was not in L's room, as he had anticipated, nor was he in his own room. No. He was in what he recognized from brief glimpses as NEAR'S room--white and surgically clean with bins upon bins of toys.

Just as he was about to leave, Near stepped out of his closet, wearing his standard outfit, except--

"Near, where are your trousers?" Near shot him a sultry look.

"I won't be needing them," he said, smirking. Mello suddenly became extremely nervous. He did not like where this was going AT ALL.

"Put--put your pants back...on..." But Near was slowly unbuttoning his shirt and stepping closer, revealing lacy white panties. No no no no no!

"How did I get here?!" Mello demanded, but Near simply ignored him.

"Where's L?"

"Oh, he's gone," Near purred, batting his largely-invisible eyelashes.

"And Matt?" Near giggled.

"He's gone, too. Nobody can hear you but me." Near sauntered up to Mello and pushed their hips together, which alerted Mello to his own nakedness. Aw, shit. "I want you, Mello" he whispered. "I have since we first met." Mello squinted at him.

"When we first met, I was seven and you were five." Near chuckled sensually.

"Lust knows no age."

"It does when you're FIVE."

"Oh, Mello," Near sighed, casting aside his unbuttoned shirt. "Don't be like that. We don't need words for this." Near shoved Mello onto his bed and sat atop his lap, gyrating in a most obscene fashion.

"Errgeeeehbah," stated Mello, horrified to see that his body was no longer heeding him. He felt himself push Near onto his hands and knees, tearing off the panties and NO NO NO NO NO!

"Take me now, Mello," moaned Near in an un-Nearlike sort of way. Mello tried his damnedest to shout "NO!" but instead, the word transformed itself into a breathy cry of "Near!"

Why? What had he done to deserve-



Shrill laughter pervaded Mello's mind. He wriggled experimentally and found himself in his own bed, with Matt standing above him and laughing so hard that he was being showered in a fine spray of spittle.

"Mmmmatt. Woss goin' on?" he inquired uncomprehendingly. Matt doubled over.

"Pssshh! Ha ha ha ha ha! Hee hee! Hoo hoo! N-n-NEAR! Ha HA!" Mello felt himself turn red.

"Wha- What about Near?" Matt wiped a tear of mirth from his eye.

"You were MOANING in your SLEEP! I kinda figured it was about L, but then...you..." Matt burst out into a fresh set of giggles. "NEAR!" Mello pouted and waited for the laughing to cease. It didn't seem like it would anytime soon.

"How did I get back here, anyway?" asked Mello so as to change the subject. Subtly.

"L carried you back while you were sleeping." Matt paused thoughtfully. "That guy is really strong. You probably weigh, like, a jillion pounds 'cos you eat so much."

Mello would have struck Matt, but he was too perturbed by the idea that L had forfeited his privacy just to get him out of his room.

"He looked pretty miserable, you know."

"The hell?"

"He tucked you in and stuff...and I think he, like, kissed your forehead. It was weird. But then he was walking away and he looked really fucking miserable. I bet he's guilty. He probably feels like a pedo."

"WHAT?"

"I said, 'I bet he's guilty'. It's not a difficult concep-"

"Matt, stop talking about shit you don't understand." Matt rolled his eyes.

"I didn't say he WAS. Jesus. You're so...high-strung." Mello tutted.

"Well if he's MISERABLE I should go cheer him up." Mello leapt out of his bed and sauntered out the door, leaving Matt feeling rather defeated, all-in-all.