If You Get To Heaven
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Chapter 3
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 4
L was gone long ago, and Near was still sitting here with his head against his bent knee. The tower was ready. He was building it till sunset. Near slowly stood and picked up his toy robot. He didn't look at the tower once after he finished it.
He should be going to his room by this time. The weekend was over. The Friday classes were over. Then the Saturday passed by. Near watched the red rays of disappearing Sunday sun. For all this time, Near didn't speak a word to anyone. There weren't any people who wanted to socialize with him. Not one, but L. It wasn't a help with his school tasks – Near didn't need that. It was just like today, when L just came up to Near and spent some time with him, not demanding him to talk or to be cheerful, someone Near wasn't.
There was only L in Near's white world and so he had dreams about him.
As for L, he just saw himself in his every successor.
Matt had his goggles on. He said it looked hawt. And his gloves also. We don't want to have any fingerprints left, do we? His back pockets were stuffed with electronic devices. He couldn't really afford to leave the smell of smoke after himself so he just took some of Mello's chocolate sugar candies.
Right now he was standing on the bed in Near's room attaching a small surveillance camera to the wall. This should be a nice angle. He already attached 49. Fifteen to go. He popped another candy into his mouth. L won't be disappointed.
This was just the right number. It should give Matt as many points of view as he wanted, even if Near discovers some of the cameras.
When Matt was done, the value of Near's room increased by a couple thousands of dollars.
Later on, the redhead was smoking, sitting in front of his notebook. The screen was covered with small images of the same room at different perspectives. Matt zoomed one in and put on the headphones.
25th July 2010. 21:30. Room: Lawliet.
The only source of light in the room was the notebook with the big black L as a wallpaper. But the cameras were pretty good, and the image of two figures in the room was clear and detailed despite the lack of illumination.
Matt tuned the music in.
BB was hugging L from behind inhaling the scent of his hair. There was something possessive in the way he moved his hands over the front of L's rumpled t-shirt. Despite the music in the background, Matt still could hear BB whispering in L's ear:
"Aren't you in the bed yet?"
"I know you would be more than glad to have me in there, but I have things to do, B."
"Do things to do include Near?"
L turned his head back.
"How did you know?" he asked BB.
"I know everything about you, L. And I saw you with Near today."
"You can't know everything, B. You hadn't seen me with Mello yesterday."
"If you are talking about that nice evening with Mello laying on his side, all tied up and you right behind him, still fully clothed, fucking him, then, well, I've seen it. Matt gave me the video of your room. Thank you, Matt!" BB said into the air.
At the computer Matt smirked.
"And you know what, L?" BB continued, "I think he is watching us even now, maybe even with Mello. You like being watched by Mello, don't you L?"
L pressed himself back further into the embrace. He invitingly bent his neck to the side revealing his pale skin to BB.
"You know, when we are doing it I feel like I'm doing things to myself," BB breathed down L's neck, he stuck his tongue out and flickered it over the crook, "Tell me I'm like you."
"You are me."
It was the thousandth time L's mouth pronounced those words.
BB's lips trembled.
"Fuck me," he whispered.
With one strong movement L released himself from BB's embrace.
He was looking straight into BB's face. He brought up his thumb to BB's parted lips, the look in his eyes becoming curious again.
"I don't want Nia to feel lonely. I think he will appreciate me paying him a visit tonight," L leaned in, his mouth waiting for a kiss, his thumb still between BB's lips, "And you are invited," he drawled.
BB was giving L a kiss, L's thumb still in the way, tongues licking at it, when Matt heard footsteps behind him. His hand paused at his thigh, which it was languidly stroking. He turned to Mello.
From the look of how Mello was dressed, it was obvious that he had been riding his bike. A swift look to the notebook screen made Mello frown.
"You should be doing another shit."
From behind his bangs, Matt watched Mello coming nearer and with bad premonition Matt made a note that his lover's boots had metal tips. Matt takes off his headphones.
"You don't do your job," Mello leans over him.
"Oh?"
"The cameras, Mail."
Matt actually pushes Mello away and returns to his notebook. He switches the windows and now it's Near's room on the screen. Near is seated in that awkward pose of his on his bed. There is a small net-book in front of him. He's twirling his hair. Probably thinking over some logical game.
Matt's chair is being forced to turn and he is facing Mello once again.
And the next thing Matt knows is his fly being unzipped by the gloved hand.
Mello pulls the fly open and takes off his gloves with his teeth. There is a satisfactory glimmer in his eyes.
Mello drops to his knees in front of Matt's spread legs. His blond hair falls over Matt's pants and Matt brings his hand up to stroke the strands. He is up for a treat.
He starts to buck up in no time, his abs straining and his hand clenched in Mello's hair way too tightly for his liking.
Matt's eyes aren't really focused on anything, he is out of breath, he can feel saliva dripping down his crotch. With each moment Mello's attacks become more demanding and harder to resist.
It's not delightful pleasure, it's intense and exhausting.
After he orgasms, Matt slumps in the chair, relaxation taking over his entire body. Mello doesn't bother to zip up his fly, leaving Matt's flesh exposed to the air and Matt thinks over whether he is willing to move to fasten up his pants.
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 4
L was gone long ago, and Near was still sitting here with his head against his bent knee. The tower was ready. He was building it till sunset. Near slowly stood and picked up his toy robot. He didn't look at the tower once after he finished it.
He should be going to his room by this time. The weekend was over. The Friday classes were over. Then the Saturday passed by. Near watched the red rays of disappearing Sunday sun. For all this time, Near didn't speak a word to anyone. There weren't any people who wanted to socialize with him. Not one, but L. It wasn't a help with his school tasks – Near didn't need that. It was just like today, when L just came up to Near and spent some time with him, not demanding him to talk or to be cheerful, someone Near wasn't.
There was only L in Near's white world and so he had dreams about him.
As for L, he just saw himself in his every successor.
Matt had his goggles on. He said it looked hawt. And his gloves also. We don't want to have any fingerprints left, do we? His back pockets were stuffed with electronic devices. He couldn't really afford to leave the smell of smoke after himself so he just took some of Mello's chocolate sugar candies.
Right now he was standing on the bed in Near's room attaching a small surveillance camera to the wall. This should be a nice angle. He already attached 49. Fifteen to go. He popped another candy into his mouth. L won't be disappointed.
This was just the right number. It should give Matt as many points of view as he wanted, even if Near discovers some of the cameras.
When Matt was done, the value of Near's room increased by a couple thousands of dollars.
Later on, the redhead was smoking, sitting in front of his notebook. The screen was covered with small images of the same room at different perspectives. Matt zoomed one in and put on the headphones.
25th July 2010. 21:30. Room: Lawliet.
The only source of light in the room was the notebook with the big black L as a wallpaper. But the cameras were pretty good, and the image of two figures in the room was clear and detailed despite the lack of illumination.
Matt tuned the music in.
BB was hugging L from behind inhaling the scent of his hair. There was something possessive in the way he moved his hands over the front of L's rumpled t-shirt. Despite the music in the background, Matt still could hear BB whispering in L's ear:
"Aren't you in the bed yet?"
"I know you would be more than glad to have me in there, but I have things to do, B."
"Do things to do include Near?"
L turned his head back.
"How did you know?" he asked BB.
"I know everything about you, L. And I saw you with Near today."
"You can't know everything, B. You hadn't seen me with Mello yesterday."
"If you are talking about that nice evening with Mello laying on his side, all tied up and you right behind him, still fully clothed, fucking him, then, well, I've seen it. Matt gave me the video of your room. Thank you, Matt!" BB said into the air.
At the computer Matt smirked.
"And you know what, L?" BB continued, "I think he is watching us even now, maybe even with Mello. You like being watched by Mello, don't you L?"
L pressed himself back further into the embrace. He invitingly bent his neck to the side revealing his pale skin to BB.
"You know, when we are doing it I feel like I'm doing things to myself," BB breathed down L's neck, he stuck his tongue out and flickered it over the crook, "Tell me I'm like you."
"You are me."
It was the thousandth time L's mouth pronounced those words.
BB's lips trembled.
"Fuck me," he whispered.
With one strong movement L released himself from BB's embrace.
He was looking straight into BB's face. He brought up his thumb to BB's parted lips, the look in his eyes becoming curious again.
"I don't want Nia to feel lonely. I think he will appreciate me paying him a visit tonight," L leaned in, his mouth waiting for a kiss, his thumb still between BB's lips, "And you are invited," he drawled.
BB was giving L a kiss, L's thumb still in the way, tongues licking at it, when Matt heard footsteps behind him. His hand paused at his thigh, which it was languidly stroking. He turned to Mello.
From the look of how Mello was dressed, it was obvious that he had been riding his bike. A swift look to the notebook screen made Mello frown.
"You should be doing another shit."
From behind his bangs, Matt watched Mello coming nearer and with bad premonition Matt made a note that his lover's boots had metal tips. Matt takes off his headphones.
"You don't do your job," Mello leans over him.
"Oh?"
"The cameras, Mail."
Matt actually pushes Mello away and returns to his notebook. He switches the windows and now it's Near's room on the screen. Near is seated in that awkward pose of his on his bed. There is a small net-book in front of him. He's twirling his hair. Probably thinking over some logical game.
Matt's chair is being forced to turn and he is facing Mello once again.
And the next thing Matt knows is his fly being unzipped by the gloved hand.
Mello pulls the fly open and takes off his gloves with his teeth. There is a satisfactory glimmer in his eyes.
Mello drops to his knees in front of Matt's spread legs. His blond hair falls over Matt's pants and Matt brings his hand up to stroke the strands. He is up for a treat.
He starts to buck up in no time, his abs straining and his hand clenched in Mello's hair way too tightly for his liking.
Matt's eyes aren't really focused on anything, he is out of breath, he can feel saliva dripping down his crotch. With each moment Mello's attacks become more demanding and harder to resist.
It's not delightful pleasure, it's intense and exhausting.
After he orgasms, Matt slumps in the chair, relaxation taking over his entire body. Mello doesn't bother to zip up his fly, leaving Matt's flesh exposed to the air and Matt thinks over whether he is willing to move to fasten up his pants.