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If You Get To Heaven
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Death Note › Yaoi-Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
1,389
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not p*wn Death Note. I do not own the Death Note fandom. I make no money on the fiction.
Chapter 1
Title: If You Get To Heaven
Author: Greedy Little Bastard
Rating: M
Summary: LxNearxBB. The reason why Near is so cool about L's death.
Disclaimer: I don't p*wn Death Note.
Author's Note: Betaed by Otaku-want-2b. *hugs* Near is 16 in this. L and BB are 25.
Chapter 1
Near screamed, his breathing coming to a halt as his body surged upwards. The Sun had just reached the angle when it's rays would enter the room through the uncurtained window so crispy sheets, Near's locks and his worn out pajamas flashed up, sparkles of light reflecting from the white surfaces. He pushed his hand past his waistband smearing white liquid across his messed flesh. He was sitting in the middle of his bed, legs pressed together with a hand in between them, as if he had done something forbidden.
Oh well, it was morning anyway. Near slid off the bed and went to the bathroom.
The images of his dream flashed through his mind as he was standing there with his head thrown back, letting the water pour directly onto his face. He was sitting against the wall in his dream, L's body wrapped around him, L's black hair touching his neck. L's white shirt, Near's fingers gripping his shoulders. Feathery kisses all over his face. It was a pity Near couldn't recall everything that was happening. Just L fucking his brains out.
Near knew how that black hair felt. Because he had hugged L before. And all-knowing L never knew Near was dreaming about him. Near wanted L's fingers to run over his untouched skin. He wanted to be held by L while he would lick below L's jaw from under him.
L was sitting in the kitchen, sipping that sugar goo of his he called tea. Mello was sitting in front of him. His vest hang open revealing his naked chest. He hadn't bothered to zip it up after Matt had played with him this morning.
“He likes you, L," Mello was saying, “Near wants you to show him," Mello smirked, “how it feels to be fucked."
Author: Greedy Little Bastard
Rating: M
Summary: LxNearxBB. The reason why Near is so cool about L's death.
Disclaimer: I don't p*wn Death Note.
Author's Note: Betaed by Otaku-want-2b. *hugs* Near is 16 in this. L and BB are 25.
Chapter 1
Near screamed, his breathing coming to a halt as his body surged upwards. The Sun had just reached the angle when it's rays would enter the room through the uncurtained window so crispy sheets, Near's locks and his worn out pajamas flashed up, sparkles of light reflecting from the white surfaces. He pushed his hand past his waistband smearing white liquid across his messed flesh. He was sitting in the middle of his bed, legs pressed together with a hand in between them, as if he had done something forbidden.
Oh well, it was morning anyway. Near slid off the bed and went to the bathroom.
The images of his dream flashed through his mind as he was standing there with his head thrown back, letting the water pour directly onto his face. He was sitting against the wall in his dream, L's body wrapped around him, L's black hair touching his neck. L's white shirt, Near's fingers gripping his shoulders. Feathery kisses all over his face. It was a pity Near couldn't recall everything that was happening. Just L fucking his brains out.
Near knew how that black hair felt. Because he had hugged L before. And all-knowing L never knew Near was dreaming about him. Near wanted L's fingers to run over his untouched skin. He wanted to be held by L while he would lick below L's jaw from under him.
L was sitting in the kitchen, sipping that sugar goo of his he called tea. Mello was sitting in front of him. His vest hang open revealing his naked chest. He hadn't bothered to zip it up after Matt had played with him this morning.
“He likes you, L," Mello was saying, “Near wants you to show him," Mello smirked, “how it feels to be fucked."