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Hello everyone, this is my first Death Note fiction, I really like Near and I didn't see that many stories with this pairing, that's why I done this. Sorry if it's not that good.

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A redhead walks down a clean, white hall dejectedly, emerald eyes glued on a portable game system but mind somewhere else completely. It's his birthday, and while he didn't expect his little, white haired desire to be there for the cutting of the cake, he was shocked that his best friend was equally absent. He knows the other thinks the ceremony is as lame as he does, but it was his day, the blonde should have been there for that.

The teen should be happy, got a new video game, but his thought are consumed with fret, did he do something to upset his friend?

Those thoughts go out the window when he opens his bedroom door. Before his bed is Mello, radiating triumph with a cool smirk, and behind him laying on the birthday boy's bed is his secret obsession, a black material keeping his wrist together before him in a decorative bow and body bare other than plain white boxers. He lifts up his goggles so everything isn't tinted red, allowing them to rest against his forhead.

"Happy birthday Matt," his friend beams, this obviously gets the attention of the boy on the bed because he begins to move only to stop when he's smacked harshly on the leg, the present lets out a muffled cry, and Matt just notices he is gagged with the same black material trapping those thin wrists together. "What did I tell you? Move again and I'll make it impossible to do so again for a month," The blonde glares daggers at the smaller boy.

"What's happening Mel?" The redhead turns his attention back to his friend, he's been looking at the albino way to long, the game in his hands completely forgotten.

"It's your present," he's says and bites off a chunk of the chocolate bar in his left hand, as if it's the most normal thing in the world that there is a slightly battered, bound boy on his bed, shivering. "I know you want him and you can do anything you want to him, he won't tell, isn't that right Near?" His roommate turns his attention back to the younger boy, Near doesn't answer and Matt can see his friends rage at the lack of action.

"Thank you," Matt distracts the boy before he can lash out on the smaller again. The petite genius has already accumulated some bruises, easily seen on otherwise flawless, pale skin. "But I rea-"

"Are you gonna refuse my gift? It wasn't easy getting it," Mello crosses his arms, his anger redirecting itself to his game obsessed friend. "It took the whole week to make sure everything was perfect," the male continues.

"I love it, it's more than I expected," Matt tells the chocoholic, knowing the best thing to do is except it and free 'the present' when the male leaves him be. That lightens up Mello's mood, he allows himself another mouth full of chocolate.

"We only have an alibi for a few hours, you gonna play with him or what?" He questions, rubbing one of the boy's legs, giving another harsh smack when the albino tries to pull away from the treatment before he resumes petting the soft flesh, the other now unresisting.

Matt nods and places his game down on the nearest platform, then he makes his way to the bed, walking to the side that Near is facing, those coal eyes land on him, just as emotionless as usual though his cheeks are stained pink.

"Hey," the redhead keeps his voice low, trying to sound nonthreatening, he reaches out for the small genius, the bound one flinches and closes his eyes, assuming he's gonna be hit. Matt just cups his small face, he feels ashamed when not so innocent thoughts cross his mind and he becomes all to aware of his member pressing into his pants. It is not his fault, the male he's been lusting after for nearly a year is in his bed, curled cutely on his side, tied and blushing with nothing on but his underwear, he is after all human. "I'm not gonna hurt you," he assures the albino, his hand moving from the boys cheek to his make-shift gag.

"I wish to be r-" the boy starts when the gag is removed, only to be silenced by a slap on his bare leg from Mello, still at the end of the bed.

"No one cares," the blonde sneers, not minding that his mouth is full.

Matt finds himself crawling on the small bed, beside the boy, he wants to be close to him, has wanted to be this close to him for so long. He tells himself it's to please Mello when he runs his hand down the child's side, other hand still at the boys face, thumb gently running over a quivering bottom lip, but it's for himself.

The redhead doesn't know what he's thinking when he leans down to press his lips to the soft ones below him, but he's in heaven when he easily invades the fragile child's mouth, exploring and tasting the boy, the taste of Near is unique and surprisingly sweet. He easily pushes the smaller boy to his back, their lips still connected, he never wants to release Near's wonderful lips.

When he finally does pull back to breath the look on Nears face is priceless, blush more intense, lovely, pink lips open just slightly as the boy pants, and eyes wide as he tries to process the situation.

If the albino's hands were able to reach the older is sure he would be curling a strand of pure white hair with around a delicate finger, as it is Matt is in the way of such a thing.

He leans down for another taste, small, quick, and so very desperate.

Matt easily forgot the situation, easily forgot Mello at the end of the bed, all that mattered was Near, here and in his clutches.

He straddles the boys waist, using the hand once caressing the smaller's face he forces the boys bound wrists above his head as he goes in for another kiss, shockingly Near breaks the kiss as soon as it starts, turning his cheek, that doesn't discourage the birthday boy, he starts to attack the smaller neck, his free hand roaming over the soft skin of the boys chest.

"Wh-what Matt is doing is exceedingly illegal," Near tells the other, this grabs the redheads attention, should have kept the gag in a small voice says in the back of his mind. He pulls back to look at the small boy below him, conflicted. He looks down to the end of the bed, hoping for help, more like encouragement, from Mello, he's not there, looking around the room the blonde disappeared, the decision is solely on him. "I do not enjoy this."

"You could," Matt answers almost desperatly, not ready to give up the smaller boy just yet, he never wants to release the boy. "You could enjoy this," the redhead leans down to plant soft kisses on that pale, flawless neck.

"I am-" The younger boy's words are cut off by a firm hand covering those soft, pink lips, Matt had to silence him, afraid the younger is going to convince him to stop when what he wants is right in front of him.

All the gamer's attention is on that perfect throat, kissing, licking, nipping. A jolt goes through the male when the one below him lets out a quiet mewl when he nips a little to harshly, muffled by his hand. He attacks the space again, the same way as before and is rewarded with the same adorable sound.

It doesn't matter if that sound is of pain or pleasure to the older boy, as long as he's the one who caused it, he couldn't imagine any other doing so. He's thought of this moment so many times, had so many inappropriate dreams of this scenario. Near was his, only his, only he would do this to the boy.

Lips trail from that beautiful throat to a small, nearly flawless chest. Matt avoids the large bruise just below the youngers right clavicle, obviously made by his friend, probably while attaining this prize. There is also a bruise, an ugly mix of yellow and purple, standing out horribly on pale skin to the left of the boys navel, it doesn't matter though. To the redhead nothing could take away from the beauty of the boy below him.

He continues to explore Near's chest until he comes upon a treat, he opens his mouth to let his tongue run over a small, pink bud, hardened by the cool air. This gained a reaction, the small genius begins to struggle his protests muffled by the olders hand. That hand has to move though, along with the hand holding the boys arms above his head, to hold the boys legs down as he kicks.

"I am not a willing participant in-" The boy is shut up by lips being slammed down on his, tongue invading his already open mouth, the younger does something against all logic in his mild state of panic, he bites down on the intruding muscle. The slimy appendage is removed from his mouth but is replaced with a sharp pain in his cheek, he lets out a small cry.

"I'm sorry," Matt breaths when he realizes what he has done, hand hesitantly going to caress the cheek he just punched, the albino flinches at the contact. Those coal grey eyes stare up accusingly into emerald ones full of mixed emotions, regret, joy, sorrow, confusion, and more, that Near is to young to understand, is in those conflicted eyes. "Just don't move," the redhead orders, he releases the boys legs and leans in stuffing his face in soft, white hair, now free hands coming to run through that softness as he tries to calm himself.

"Matt is-"

"Don't!" Near jumps at the harshness in that voice. "Just don't," the older continues more gently, speaking into the other's hair, "I need this."

The older starts to move down again after giving the smaller boy a small peck on the top of his head. He stops at the boys ear, lavishing the curve of it with his tongue.

"I wanted this for so long," a shudder goes down the little genius's spine when those words are whispered in his ear, warm puffs of breath heating up his cool skin. "I need this Near."

The younger boy doesn't know what to do in this situation, the older boy won't listen to reason, trying to fight back has proved futile, and lying here will surely end bad for him, there is no winning in his situation.

"Stay still and be a good, little fuck-toy," Mello's words echo in his mind, what he said when the younger was being restrained, so the albino understands to a point what is happening or gonna happen. The younger boy has no sexual experience though and knows very little of the subject, his knowledge only extending to the fact that it is practiced to conceive babies, though this makes no sence to him because males can't have babies. The whole situation is lost to him, he doesn't know how to have sex, but he surely doesn't want to find out how it is done through experience.

Matt makes his way back down to where he left off, leaving chaste kisses and gentle nips down his path. He hesitates for a moment before flicking his tongue over the boy's indurate nipple, the captive squirms but doesn't try to escape like last time, this pleases the birthday boy. He continues playing with the small treat.

Near cannot force himself to stay still when the older boy plays with his nipple, circling that hot, moist tongue around the areola and flicking occasionally over the hard nub in the middle. He isn't used to this treatment and it brings a foriegn sensation to his gut that isn't painful but he doesn't particularly like.

"Ah!" The small albino lets out a cry and arches his back when Matt places his hand on the boy's most private place. He can feel the older boy smile into his chest as he rubs that secretive place that seems way to sensitive at the moment through white, cotton boxers, never has Near felt like this.

The child moans as he is forced into arousal, knowing that this is wrong, he isn't supposed to be touched there, but he feels he would die if the older boy stopped.

The redhead releases the nipple he was deliciously abusing to look up at his present's face, for once there's emotion in those eyes. Confusion, fear, shame, and want are all in those eyes of coal, and it's beautiful on that flushed face. A shiver goes down his spine when the boy makes a sound between a whimper and moan, caught between pleasure and distress.

Matt knows the other has never been touched like this, by another or by himself, Near is to young and though an adult in mind still a child in body, and it doesn't help he is a late bloomer. The twelve year old knows nothing of the sin of the flesh, Matt's all but willing to teach the young one.

He stops petting the boys hardened member, making the boy whine in protest and even buck his hips at the loss, he then uses the free hand to drag down those annoying boxers. Near tries to stop this, closing his legs tightly to capture the fabric, it is useless, Matt is stronger, he removes and throws the underwear across the room, never to get in his way again.

When the smaller is fully exposed he uses his bound hands to cover his face, cheeks growing a deeper shade of red.

Matt thinks his present is all to tempting, now fully unwrapped. He runs his hand over the prize that was hidden under those boxers earning a strangled moan for his action. The sight and that precious noise makes the older boy's still trapped erection feel all the more so.

Forcing the boys hands back above his head he sweeps down and forces his mouth down on the younger boys, entering that sweet mouth and exploring for just a moment, before getting up.

Near shivers at the loss of heat when the older gets off the bed, he quickly covers his face again, full of what he knows is a useless emotion, embarrassment.

Matt looks at his present from where he stands at the side of the bed, the boy is perfect, truly beautiful. He runs his fingers up the boys smooth legs, stopping and running circles over a soft, pale thigh, it drives the bound boy mad, he whines and thrusts up, this makes Matt smile, a new thought coming to mind.

He had got off the bed to strip and retake his position but teasing the smaller boy seems so much sweeter, taking the boy is blissful enough, but if he could get the younger to beg it would be prodigious.

Leaning over the bed closer to the boy, he blows cool air over the boys swollen tip, the boy arches letting out another sound of pleasure, hands clenching and feet digging into the mattress, so pretty, such a sensitive little virgin. The hand on the smaller's thigh roams closer to the little ones erection, so very close, but doesn't touch.

Matt has to restrain bound hands to the smaller's chest, they have slid down to try and relieve the boy of his need, those hands clench and unclench just under the boys chin.

"M-Matt I-" the boy arches again and he tilts his head to bite down on a pale didget to suppress a cry when the older continues to torture him, tears have built in the child's eyes from need and frustration.

"What is it Near?" the boy twists below, looking amazing, so aroused and wanton. "Tell me," he persists when the boy doesn't answer.

"I-It hurts," the smaller almost whines, thrusting up into air, he needs something so badly, he's not sure what but he knows the redhead can give it to him. "Pl-please Matt, I-I-"

"Sshhhh," Matt hushes the smaller one, the other close to crying, he heard all he needs to. "I'll make it better, keep your hands where they are."

Releasing the smaller boys arms he quickly and completely strips from his goggles on his head to the socks on his feet, not getting undressed quick enough. Bare of clothing he climbs back on the bed, forcing the smaller boy's legs apart to fit in between them, the younger boy looks away from the other naked male.

Grabbing the albino's face the redhead forces the younger to look up at him before steeling a kiss, he pours all his passion in that kiss, swallowing the boy's moans when he grinds into the small body below him, it's wonderful. The boys lips are addicting and the hard, heated flesh rubbing against him drives him mad with lust. With a little prodding of his tongue Near tentatively presses back, that slick muscle caressing his own.

Breaking the kiss for air Matt adores Near's lustful expression when he slickens his fingers with his own mouth, coating them with an adequate amount of saliva.

Leaning further down on the boy below him, making sure the boys hands are duly trapped between their two bodies, he speeds up his insistant thrusting to distract the younger boy while he slips his hand down between the boys opened legs.

Near jolts when he feels something wet at his rear, tries to think of what it is, why it's there, but the feeling of the boy on top of him, grinding against him makes it to hard to think, to hard to feel the fear he felt earlier.

Slamming his lips down on the ones below him, Matt swallows the boys cry of pain and surprise when he presses his finger into the boy, he groans into that mouth as he pushes that finger in further, the boy squeezing tightly around that lone finger, trying to force it out.

"I-It-" Near breaks the kiss by turning his head, but the older forces his face back towards him and quiets him with another kiss. The younger starts to struggle when another finger is added, pushing at the olders chest and kicking his feet.

All other movements still, other than lips and fingers, when the smaller boy gives up his painful struggles and settles for crying instead, fat tears rolling down cherub cheeks.

Pulling away to breath, Matt takes his present's withering erection into his free hand, going from pain, and strokes it, trying to keep Near's need alive. It helps him amensly, the younger one is soothed by the contact allowing the redhead to force his last finger in, the boy whines below him but doesn't fight the intrusion, trying to get more contact with the hand slowly pumping him.

Matt heart sinks as tears continue to fall down Near's pale cheeks as he stretches the boy, but he can't stop now, he needs this.

"It will hurt less if you relax," he informs the other, "then it will feel good."

The small genius takes in his elder's advice forcing himself to relax his muscles though it is not an easy feat he is instantly rewarded. The boy arches up letting out a pleasured cry as something inside him is pressed sending his body past the pain and into bliss.

Matt continues to press into that wonderful spot, sending Near to a world of pleasure, pain being lost in the back of his mind.

The small albino whines when the redhead pulls his fingers from the child, he looks up at his older with eyes half lidded.

The boy is not empty for long the birthday boy slowly forcing his way into the virgin, gritting his teeth and gripping the hips of the boy below him in a bruising force, to keep his lover to stay still and help restrain himself, he wants nothing more than to thrust fully into the younger.

"N-n.. Ah-uh," Near presses up at Matt's chest, tears coming back renewed as he's stretched further, whimpering and whining more and more as his older sinks further into him, inch by inch. "Ah!" The boy cries out when he's fully filled. "Pl-please, I can't," he cries out as soon as he can form words in his fuzzy mind, "please."

"Sshhh, it's ok," The gamer rests his forehead down on the bound boys, both of theirs wet with sweat, as he regains his breath and lets the boy below him adjust to the much larger intrusion.

"Pl-" The begging boy is cut off by insistent lips, lips that also swallow the boy's cries when the older rolls his hips.

Matt finds when he starts to move he can't make himself to stop, having to cover his present's mouth to stifle his loud cries as he starts off slow and gentle and builds up to a fast, hard pace.

Near clutches at the wrist of the hand muffling his cries, just to have something to cling to, his trimmed nails digging into the skin under them as he wails his pain. Just like before though something is stroked that pushes his pain aside, and it's stroked again, and again until the inexperienced boy doesn't know if he's crying from pain or pleasure but it doesn't matter.

All the boy needed was a few strokes from the other male and he comes, making the one inside him grunt in pleasure as the already tight walls squeeze around him. With a few more thrusts he reaches his release as well, practically collapsing on the smaller boy.

The two geniuses lie there enjoying the aftermath of what they have just done.

Matt nuzzles his face into the throat of the one below him, kissing the boy's pulse point gently, he could lie here forever, his little obsession trapt in his arms, member still buried in the boy, heart beating against his own, it's perfect, Near ruins that.

"I would like to be excused, now," the boy speaks between ragged breaths, Matt lifts himself up onto his elbows to look down at the flushed boy, the younger doesn't meet his gaze, instead looking to the side.

The redhead wonders what he was expecting, did he truly think that this would change anything? That Near would stay with him for the night and allow him to love the fragile child? That's not how the genius is, nothing like him. The emotions that Matt feels for the boy is something the smaller doesn't have in him.

"Mmh," the smaller bites his lip to muffle his cry when Matt pulls out of his abused entrance.

Guilt consumes the older boy when he gets off the bed, taking a good look at the damage he done to the smaller boy. The cheek he struck earlier is starting to bruise, hips marked with small cresents where his nails dug into soft flesh, and thighs coated in a pink liquid, a mix between his seed and the boys blood.

"I'm sorry, Near," he tries the boy, the small genius still refuses to look at him.

"I cannot forgive Matt, what he did was wrong," Near's words stung but the older really couldn't blame him, he helps the boy out with releasing his bound limbs.

After some struggle it is obvious that Near cannot get up on his own, so Matt helps him. The boy is the one to dress the smaller, helps him with his wounds, carries the genius to his room, and puts him in his bed. He done this all in silence, along with leaving the boy alone in room.

As Mello said the small albino never said a word to anyone and by the next day it's as everything went back to normal.

It's as if it never happened, to other people anyways, never to Matt. Every time the young teen sees the boy, building towers with dice or playing with his figurines, the image of the boy below him comes to mind, eyes glazed over with lust, cheeks flushed, and lips slightly open to let out beautiful sounds of pain and bliss.

Near remembers Matt's birthday all to well also, his thoughts are much different than the redhead's though. Every time he sees the older he feels his insides coil. One that can turn your own body against you is a great enemy, that is what he will forever see the gamer as. Even if his body craves the boy his mind will always fear him.


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Horrible ending I know.