Another Night

Another Night, Part Two


Without a word, Near carefully placed the dice blocks in his hands in their intended locations, put aside the model plane that had lain in his lap, and stepped outside his fragile walls to do as Light had commanded. He walked over to the scene of general debauchery as calmly as if he had been asked to bring a book to Light for a bit of reading before bed. Light accepted the retrieved bottle gently and let his fingers linger along the soft flesh of Near’s wrist, squeezing gently to help ease the slight tremor of flesh that had started as soon as the boy had been able to make out the fine details of L’s flushed skin and Mello’s tousled hair. Slightly calmed, Near turned back towards his toys without even meeting Light’s eyes. He rarely did in such a state. It always make Light smirk. One day, Near was going to be a lot of fun.

Light let him go, but before he even retreated two steps there was Mello everywhere on him, with hands like vices on his hips. He tried to touch him everywhere without letting so that his hands slid heavily over linen, leaving burns in their wake. Mello pulled Near close enough to grind his still covered erection into the small of the boy’s back and jerked his head up so that he could force him into an animalistic attempt at a kiss. Near protested and struggled against him, but Mello held his chin so that he could whisper into his ear, “Don’t you think it’s time you put away your toys?” Mello trailed his hand down Near’s shirt, smoothing the wrinkles he’d created a moment ago, giving the boy enough to time to be certain of his destination. Before he could reach it, however, Light decided it was best to intervene.

“Mihael, let him go.”

His voice grabbed a hold of Mello’s wrist with the authoritarian tone even Mello listened to. Near took the opportunity and made a retreat back to his towers as if the incident had no even occurred, as if his clothes weren’t rumpled and his skin not out of sorts and his muscles not jumping more than before Light had soothed him. Mello sullenly watched the retreat, but was easily tempted back between L’s legs by a well-timed moan elicited by Light’s timely penetration of L’s prostate—far enough to brush his prostate and quick enough to burn. The combination forced L to lose his inscrutable gaze in flashes and flutters of his eyelashes. Never let it be said that he didn’t know how to control his concubines. It worked every time—even L couldn’t quite concentrate with that much pleasure sending surges to his brain.

Mello resumed his enthusiastic performance, only now his eyes were fixed on Near instead of L. He was no longer performing an action, but a show. His intended audience, however, remained deeply fixated on his fortifications.

Light could tell that Mello’s efforts were not wasted entirely as L began staring blankly at the movement of the blonde hairs situated in his lap as if they had hypnotized him. Light continued to constantly tease his prostate, keeping him on the edge of agitation and pleasure and he could tell that L was losing his grip on reality. Every time he tried to come back to himself and escape the precipice he only ended up pressing himself further into Mello’s mouth, causing the boy to reflexively moan and send tickling vibrations down L’s shaft. He couldn’t gain any ground at all, just as Light had planned as soon as Mello had pounced. He loved when his boys did exactly what he wanted. L moaned and jerked in Light’s lap uncontrollably; he was absolutely helpless. He loved that even more.
His moans reverberated around the room, breaking Near’s carefully leashed concentration enough to compel him to look up from beneath the shadow of his bangs. Distractedly, he placed his next dice askew without even noticing. He trembled between afraid and intrigued and gripped his toy plane in one hand, tracing its cold plastic outline like rosary beads or familiar flesh.

Mello noticed. Light saw the shift in his weight as a rush of desire hit his body like a brick wall. He reached his hands around L’s hips to grab a hold of his ass, he dug his fingers into the soft skin and pushed up and out so that Light’s efforts could destroy L’s composure a little more and Mello could ground himself in L before he’d do something that would make Light punish him.

Finally, when it looked like L was going to spontaneously dissolve like sugar into boiling water, Light urged Mello up so that he could rearrange L in his lap. He pulled further up his torso so that his erection lined up perfectly with L’s stretched hole and, with one thrust, he filled L entirely and resumed his assault on L’s prostate. L didn’t even have a chance to so much as realize he had been moved before the mind-melting pleasure wrested away his control completely. The pleasure seemed to chase away the ghosts from L’s face so that his eyes no longer looked haunted and his skin no longer looked deathly pale.

Mello smirked at the lust and submission evident in his once idol’s face and leaned back on his heels, eager to watch while he continued his performance. Light smirked as L’s eyes flickered open just enough to peak through his lashes at the sound of Mello’s zipper. He slowed his thrusts down to something more in tune with Mello’s languid movements and enjoyed the tremors spreading through L’s muscles as he tried to rebel against the tempo. Inch by inch, Mello revealed smooth skin in perfect contrast with the black of his tight shirt. Every moment provided a new visual stimulant in harmony with the shocks of pleasure Light sent through L’s system. The thrill of exhibition brought out an excited flush across Mello’s chest and L moaned. Mello slid his arms out of his shirt and down his body so that his fingers were teasing at the hem of his tight jeans and L whined, his own fingers twitching. Light gently wrapped his hands around L’s cock and smirked as his whines increased.

Mello couldn’t even slide a fingertip between his clothes and his skin, but he traced the fabric across his abdomen from hip to hip. With two fingers, he grabbed a hold of the pants’ zipper and released the catch. In time, Light tightened his hold on L and rocked his hips forward again. Mello persisted in his teasing as L continued to beg in helpless whimpers, and he wasn’t the only audience member transfixed anymore, judging by the growing interval between clicks of Near’s dice going into place. Mello poked out his tongue, licking up the lingering taste of L and chocolate and momentarily distracting his audience from the main stage below. He always liked watching the flash-quick movement of eyes jump from one part of his body to another in wonder. Sliding his other hand into his pants, he adjusted himself so that he could slide the material slowly down his legs. It clung obscenely to each part, fetishizing every inch of skin from his hips to ankles. Light made a mental note to have him wear looser pants in public in the future. Finally, when he was totally nude, he grinned to himself, spread his legs, and began to explore all the sensitive areas between his legs.
Mello poured an excessive amount of lube over his cock and delighted in the way it glistened while it slid towards his entrance. He let his fingers glide down the slick path and rubbed them in the liquid until they too glistened hedonistically. He rubbed his fingertips around the pink hole. Knowingly, Light slowed his pace further to help Mello build tension. Each time Mello began to dip his fingertips into himself, Light teasingly gave an extra thrust into L, never quite hitting his prostate, but never quite not hitting it either.

L could barely even appreciate the clever twist of fingers Mello used, but, luckily, the movement was eagerly memorized by the grey eyes which peeked out from behind white hair and dice turrets. One day, Light thought, he would tease descriptions of the memorized scenes out of Near’s mouth while L listened and Mello reenacted.

Soon, the combined sensory teasing began building inside of L until he was twitching in Light’s lap, his body too tightly wound to decide on a direction or muster enough control to take pleasure for itself. Finally, the input of temptation and pleasure overwhelmed L---the muscles in his back tensed as if they had been locked into place, his head fell against Light’s shoulder heavily (his eyes only open enough to hungrily look at Mello), his toes curled---smirking, knowing what was going to happen, Mello finally plunged two fingers entirely inside himself, moaning loudly as he hit his own prostate as Light thrust deeply inside to directly hit L’s. L fell apart. He moaned one long whimpering cry as he clutched desperately at any part of Light’s body he could reach. His cock pulsed and shot his seed over Mello’s skin. He tried to push himself further onto Light at the same time as he seemed to be trying to push his body into Light- like the world and his pleasure was too big and Light’s body was the safest place to retreat to. His pale skin was flushed all over and his eyes were bright as stars. Light kissed him tenderly, lovingly. He reached his arms around him carefully, securely. He held him tightly. Soon, L’s body became like a doll’s and his eyes settled into a soft afterglow. Light left kisses on his shoulders as he slid himself out and then posed him carefully on the soft and body-warmed rug. Light took care to drape L’s arm so that his hand was near enough to nibble on this tip of his thumb, but he straightened his back and spread out his legs.

Satisfied, L turned back towards the blond harlot currently moaning over himself. Noticing the attention, Mello’s smirk grew and he coyly leaned back to display himself to the greatest advantage, knowing what was coming next. Light’s eyes lost any softness inspired by L’s helpless state and took on a lustful glint. He didn’t exactly pounce as Mello had done to L, but he did attack. It was an all-consuming onslaught that left Mello turned over with his ass in the air and his hands gripping the rug. Light slammed into him hard enough to push his entire body forward, straining his arms in their attempt to maintain resistance and bruising his knees. Light noticed the difficulty and grabbed Mello up in a grip more reminiscent of a wrestler than a lover both and pulled him back into a painful arch so that he was suspended against Light’s body. He sucked a kiss onto Mello’s neck. Mello loved it. The brutal pace never faltered no matter how many times Mello cried out.

Light glanced over to Near at every moan and he delighted in his spastic twitches almost as much as Mello’s slutty moans. Soon, Mello was desperate and began trying to gain enough control over his limbs to reach down to jerk himself off. He didn’t the chance, however, as warm breath and wet suction surrounded his cock before he could move his arms away from Light.
Mello screwed his eyes up tight, hoping that when he opened them and looked down he’d see curls of white hair moving up and down over his cock. His fingers itched to twirl the hair in his fingers. He reached out his hands and tried to pretend the texture he found was softer than it really was, that if he opened eyes it would be as light as the moon instead of being as dark as the night. Still, caught between the thrusts of the world’s most powerful man and the attentions of the world’s smartest, Mello fell over the edge spectacularly. He went limp in Light’s arms and came down L’s throat, screaming his ecstasy across the room, then practically fell over the dark-haired man and Light let go of his upper body to grip his hips. The messy tangle of lovers at his feet gave Light the last stimulation he needed to set off his own orgasm and he pulled out of Mello’s heat so splash his come all over his thighs. With some satisfaction, he noticed he’d managed to mark L’s skin as well.

Their breathing was still harsh and hot as Light tucked Mello under one warm with his slim back pressed against his side and invited L into the other. The dark haired man had had a chance to even his breathing, but his eyes still retained enough warmth to hint at his recent ecstasy. Both men snuggled into Light, too tired and sated to do anything else.

“Nate,” Light called out again, “bring the blanket to me.”

Near froze in the middle of his half-hearted attempt to look as though he were still playing a game and scurried over to retrieve one of the many blankets from their large bed. Light hadn’t specified which to choose, but Near knew to bring the largest---a white linen which went well with his hair (as Mello often remarked). He spread it over all three of the naked men, leaving out L’s feet, of course, and, without being asked, told, implored, or forced, he sunk to his knees and allowed Mello to tuck him underneath his chin and hold him close. The blond traced circles over his back, where his shirt had ridden up enough to show a scant inch of skin. Of course, he was still nude, so Near kept his hands curled up tight to his own chest and would have wished for the distraction of a toy if not for Light’s hand, which he lovingly stroked through Near’s hair until he became as content and languid as the others. Light smiled and let him pretend.


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