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Desperate Times	By : Resting-Madness Category: Death Note > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2414 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I make no profit from this story its simply for fun. I do not own Death Note. Nor do I own any of the places mentioned in this pennyless work of fiction. I'm just having a good time and hoping you all like it too.

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I slept there, in another room in that large home. It wasn't easy falling asleep, but I somehow managed to get there; it was hard because I had a lot of work to do before I felt comfortable enough to drop off, namely it was having to ignore the very uncomfortable atmosphere that I was resting in. I didn't know of the real danger of Gevanni at the time, but I remember thinking it was weird the way he'd kept walking back and forth past the room's open entrance. It was a mix of concern and predatory looming, that's what I'd felt at the time.
I lay there awake, wondering about myself... was I avidly clumsy? Or did I simply trip, and he decided to lie to me for whatever reason; I couldn't figure it out on any end. But I came to the conclusion that if I were with him then his word must be the truth. Who would need to make up something so simple just to have someone around? He could have lied and said that I was his kid, he could have said anything really, but instead he told me that he'd speak to me once I'd rested.
I was nervous of that, but at the same time, I was glad that he'd wanted to explain. I can remember my thoughts and feelings on the matter, but thinking back on them now, I was just being stupid twice. I had somehow managed to fall asleep in that big soft bed, probably my bodies way of knowing it hasn't slept so good in a very long time due to being twisted into knot after sexual knot for the sake of my captor getting off.
When I woke up, the morning didn't go as I'd expected it to.
Near's feet pad down the hallway toward the stairs in light thumps along the polished floor. He hadn't expected Gevanni to call him, namely because he didn't think that the man would be in his bedroom at this hour. Most people are up well past the late hours of ten or eleven, but in the morning they get up, eat, and leave for work. So why on Earth is the man in bed around six?
"Near?" The homeowner called when hearing the teen's footsteps. "I'm surprised you're awake so soon, come in here."
Guarded, the teen ceases his trail to the stairs and walks, instead, over to Gevanni's bedroom which he was just about to pass before the man had called to him. The homeowner is dressed in pale green pajamas, which even from the distance Near can see are making his dark green eyes really pop. His heart fluttered, but his head seemed to think of that old saying.
'The green-eyed monster.' He thinks.
Touching the door frame, he seemed only interested in lurking in the doorway. He'd really of rather walked into the man dressed and getting ready for work, not seated comfortably in bed reading a book like he has all the time in the world.
"Near?"
"Is that really my name?" He asks.
Near sees the man's beckoning gesture but hesitates all the same.
"As far as I know," He moves the comforter over. "it's the only name you'd told me when we first met a while back."
Seeing that the man is about to get up, Near reluctantly enters the room and moves over to the bed. Gevanni's brows raise, and he glances casually beside him at the open spot on the bed. An invite. Near swallowed back his nerves and climbed into the bed. It felt strange being close to an older man, although he's unsure of his own age at the moment; but he'd caught a glimpse of his battered face in a mirror in the bedroom he'd just left, and he looks around 12 or 14 years old. He feels older, though.
Gevanni grabbed Near around the shoulders to bring him in close to rest up against him, like a parent would hold a child after they've had a nightmare in the middle of the night, he even rested his head upon the top of the boy's when he's leaned over.
"I suppose I should give you those answers you've been wondering about." Gevanni closes his eyes. "You're a runaway, sort of, you'd told me that you've been living on the streets and that you were sick of it. I don't know about your parents or the situation precisely, but I do know that you were looking for help out of the situation." He chuckles. "And you asked me what I do for a living, so I figured you were looking for a job, and since I think the F.B.I isn't ready for a child to be working for them, I offered you a job as my butler." He looks around the bedroom. "Its a big house, you might have noticed that on the way upstairs, so the pay was fair for the amount of work you'd be doing, and you agreed to do it."
"I did?"
"Mm." He intones. "...You're really good at it, you even cook! That was a nice surprise considering I eat out or order in usually."
Near can feel the corner of Gevanni's mouth come up from where he must be smiling at his impression of him. He wondered if he can remember how to cook now that he doesn't remember anything? What good will he be if he can't even properly clean a house? Will he be out of the job and back on the streets? That sounds horrible! What must street life be like that he would have put his trust in a stranger just to get away from it?
"So, I'm your butler and your private chef?"
"Yes. You live here, you've been with me for a long time." Gevanni releases the male. "We've sort of grown a mutual affection for each other."
Near's eyes widen in wonder. "You're saying we're lovers?"
"It's embarrassing to admit it when you've lost your memory, but yes, we are."
"How old am I?" He questions quickly.
"You told me eighteen, but I didn't believe you- you look so young after all- but you insisted." He's holding the younger male's shoulders again, rubbing his arms up and down to be comforting. "We've... been intimate, that was when you'd told me your real age. You felt guilty for tricking me, and I felt terrible for being with you. But you told me that it's just us in this house, and it shouldn't matter what the world thinks because they'd never know."
'Is that something I'd say?' Near wonders to himself. 'Am I an ageless lover?' He turns his head to look at Gevanni, to size up the age difference. "How old are you?"
"I'm twenty-three."
"To my?"
"Sixteen."
He nods to confirm something with himself. "And what about the fall?"
"The fall happened because you told me that you have weak legs, for some reason you can't walk around for too long without your legs getting shaky. I thought you were kidding, until the first time you fell."
"When was that?"
"In the fall last year. You'd taken a spill down the stairs when you brought the laundry basket up," He smiles wearily and scratches the back of his head. "guess you could thank clean towels for breaking your fall- although, you did sort of slip down when going up, so the trip was mostly gut until your feet caught and you went sailing backwards." His dismayed feeling then turned into a laugh. "It was scary, but I would never have believed it if I weren't there to witness it."
"Sorry."
"For what?"
"Causing you so much trouble, I sound like a real handful with lame legs."
Snickering, Gevanni kisses Near on the top of his head. "No. You're a pleasure in every way."
Near watches the hand that's now lowered onto his thigh as its making lazy circles around and around, it was making butterflies dance around in his stomach without his being sure if it's from unknown excitement towards the man, or if its repulse because at the moment he doesn't know him but he doesn't push the hand away, only studies it.
"I'd better start work."
"At seven in the evening?" Sincerely confused, he then smiles it off and shakes his head. "How 'bout we take a personal day, and just lay around in bed together?"
"It feels wrong."
His back hits the pillow and mattress, pressing farther down into it when Gevanni lays halfway on top of him, his one leg is trapped between the homeowner's two. Near felt those butterflies again when Gevanni nibbles on his neck.
"No." He shoves him on the chest. "I can't do this right now."
Gevanni sat up and moved back, he looked hurt but it also looked sort of annoyed? Near wasn't sure, but at least he backed off.
"I just can't feel anything towards you, when I'm still confused about everything."
He sighed heavily in resignation but moved away, in fact, he left the bed altogether. "I'm gonna make us breakfast, I can at least manage that to come out decently."
Leaning over, the homeowner paused when Near moved back from his advance, and instead of kissing him on the lips as intended, he moves it to the teen's cheek instead.
"Just resting today, okay?" He repeats his earlier order.
"Fine."
Near watched his employer leave the room and found himself slipping down under the covers in order to hide. He'd of gone back to his room, but he knew the man would just go in there with him to have breakfast. He's got so many thoughts and feelings running through his head he doesn't know which to address first for further inspection. He looks his battered hands over and sees many calluses and bruises there. The bruises undoubtedly came from the fall outside, but the calluses look as though they really may have come from excessive work: washing dishes, polishing things, yard work.
But what about his wrist and ankles? It looks as though he's got bruising there from wearing cuffs or restraints? What are those from? Gripping his purple wrist, he frowns. It feels like he's missing something. There are so many holes left. Why did he live on the streets? What was he running away from? Trying to think about it was getting him nowhere, his mind is just static. Maybe he should just go with what Gevanni says and hope its the truth, if things are shady anywhere, he can just leave.
'But can I be his lover? I don't even know him.'
He can smell bacon drifting through the air, the scent waters his mouth instantly. He didn't realize how hungry he was until just now. He must have been on the streets longer than a couple days to be nearly starved to death; Near had also noticed, after doing a body check, that he's unusually thin- malnourish would describe it best. He's been working for the man since last year, he said, so then why is he so thin? He was embarrassed to believe that he might be one of those scrawny teens that never gains weight and gets pushed around because of it, and his youthful looks aren't helping his wonders about his metabolism.
A sweet scent blew through next, like peaches. It was less appetizing, but his stomach growled in agony all the same. By the time the scent of coffee reached his nose, the teen had drifted off to sleep again having to be awakened when the meal was prepared and brought up to him.
Gevanni smiled at the beautiful sight before him; Near's pale face and hair against his white blanket and sheets, he looked just like a sleeping Angel. Setting the tray down on the nightstand, he leans over the boy and smiles a little differently than before. This one seems more pleased rather than awed; brushing his fingers through the soft white locks, he leans in closer and gives him a sweet peck on the lips.
Near groaned drowsily until he felt a peek of something moist brush the inside of his upper lip. "Mm." He protested to the intrusion, waking himself up completely as fast as he could when realizing what just happened.
It was that instant that he'd decided he does not like to be kissed in his sleep. It's creepy, like wanting to make out with the unconscious or the dead. He can feel his hair being brushed right before he sits up, rubbing his eyes.
"I didn't mean to take so long with breakfast; do you prefer coffee or tea? I've got a Keurig, so either isn't a problem to make." He takes a seat on the bed. Grabbing a white bowl he sets it down on the awakened Angel's thighs.
Near looked down at the bowl, and a little passed it at the intrusive hand that's- just happened- to brush his crotch when the bowl was set down. An innocent act, or intentional? He isn't sure. Either way, if they're lovers- on his initiation- he supposed Gevanni is going to behave this way, whether Near remembers him or not. Its like reflexes, maybe.
"Oatmeal." He frowns at it. "I don't really like sweet things."
"Then why'd you ask for it?" Came a stranger's voice from over by the door.
"I wasn't planning on putting sugar in it," Near says very casually out loud because for some reason the voice was so familiar to him, but when realizing that it was not Gevanni who had spoken, he gasps knowing that he just to spoke to a disembodied voice. Looking over at the entrance, he frowns.
"That's why I didn't sugar it..." Gevanni says in an odd sort of way.
Near spared him a glance, then continues looking around the room as if the culprit might show up at the door. No one is there. But he refused to believe that he's hearing things or that he's going mad, so turning his dark gaze to Gevanni, he can only blink at the man's curious expression and ask. "Is someone else here?"
"What do you mean? Did you see someone?" He gets up from the bed and checks around in the hall by looking left then right. "No one's here."
"Oh. I must have heard someone next door then."
Frowning, he replies carefully. "Noone lives close enough to be heard. Are you feeling ok? Would you rather sleep some more?" He touches a hand to the male's forehead. "You're a little warm... maybe you're sick."
"I..."
"I'll get the thermometer. Wait here; have some orange juice." He leaves the room in a hurry.
"Feel fine." He finishes his earlier sentence.
Touching a hand to his forehead, he does notice he's a little hot. He couldn't help smiling at the sweetness of being cared for like this; it made him touch his afore-kissed lips, thinking now that's it kind of sweet. 'Maybe I am worked up over nothing.'
He looks down at the steaming bowl of oatmeal, taking a bite he notes that there is, in fact, no sugar in it. It's not bad this way, he prefers it to having it swimming in sugary mucus. Taking another spoonful, he lowers the silverware into the bowl when Gevanni walks back into the bedroom.
"Here, put this under your tongue."
Opening his mouth the instrument is stuck beneath his tongue, then he clamps down on it. Gevanni pours them both a cup of tea from the silver kettle, but the cup for Near is left on the tray beside the plate of bacon.
When the beep went off, the man pulled the thermometer free and looks at the reading. "Wow. One hundred. I think you'd better take it easy for a day or two. The house is spotless, it doesn't need cleaning for a while, and like I'd said, I can manage a few meals."
"So I can expect breakfast for lunch and dinner as well?" Near teased.
"Oh you're funny." He pops the teen with the pillow that was on his side of the bed. "Eat your breakfast."
Snickering, Near spoons a bit of oatmeal into Gevanni's mouth, then takes one of his own. He doesn't shy away when the man touches his cheek, in fact, he nuzzles his cheek into the touch. He may not remember having feelings for the man, but seeing how caring he is for him, he's starting to get a sense of how he could fall for him. If he's always been this kind and caring then it makes sense. He felt a slight elevation and raised the bowl from his lap so the warmth won't further it along. He may not mind the kindness, and the later idea of them kissing but he's not ready for sex. Even if they've already been together.
Finishing his bowl of oats, he then set the bowl onto the tray beside the bed. He downed three strips of the fatback bacon, and drank the entire cup of tea in one shot, coughing when a drip went almost down the wrong tube.
"So," Gevanni says in a folksy tone. "can I join you in bed, or are we still not feeling comfortable being close to me?"
Near scoffs. "Get in. I hate whining."
Gevanni climbs into the bed and slips under the blanket; he'd barely touched a bite of his breakfast, not when he'd rather have dessert it seems. His arm snaked around Near's waist, tugging him down into a lay after which he pulled him close against his body. Near can't help but close his eyes in a pleased shiver of how nice the added body heat felt inside of him. He didn't even know he was cold until Gevanni was resting against his back.
If Near had wondered if the man had seen his semi-hardon, he got his answer because he's getting cupped and kneaded right below it, through his borrowed pajamas. The only thing keeping the borrowed pajamas up were the drawstring on the pants, the shirt was completely loose around his chest and shoulders. He would have wondered about why he doesn't have nightclothes of his own since he's been here for so long but the kneading hand is so present... that he can't really think of anything at the moment except that it feels good.
His hips sway forward into the palming; his back arches, and he rests his head on the man's shoulder. Humming his pleasure, he let out one sigh after another; his hand moves on its own to grip the man below the buttock to give him some rocking support. The teen couldn't hold back the moan when Gevanni's lips nipped and licked at his jaw line and neck; how can a pair of lips feel so good just by touching you a certain way?
"Don't..." He's cut off by himself sighing in need again. "you think you'll catch my sickness?"
"It just seems like a head-cold," Gevanni whispered into his shoulder before unleashing his tantalizing kisses onto it.
A heated sigh left the man's mouth when Near's rocking hips pressed into his crotch, grinding against him too hard; and he's loving the hand on the back of his head threading in and out of his hair. Near couldn't help but think that this was a little unfair. He wasn't really sure if he were into the man and his employer just sneak-attacked him with sexual foreplay. How could he just stop when Gevanni's touch feels so good? He got his answer again when the man rolled him onto his stomach and raised his butt in the air. Near suddenly felt very modest and found himself attempting to buck his "lover" off.
"I'm not ready for that." He pants. "We can finish what we're doing, but, can we not do that?"
Gevanni sighed again; Near, like the other times he'd refused the man in some way, thought that the sigh sounded kind of fed-up, or maybe resigning like he expects him to do everything he says with no consideration to how he feels, considering that he's the one with amnesia. They're not married, so why the Husband-with-needs routine?
"That's ok, just keep your legs together." He instructs.
Kneading the teen's buttocks with palm and thumb, Gevanni showed Near why it was 'Ok' when he shoved his manhood between his clamped back thighs and began to thrust back and down between them. the teen couldn't believe he felt himself move again, but it seemed that having the man working himself in and out between his legs while his member brushed beneath Near's sack was something of a mental orgasm because he arched into more contact from Gevanni's weight against him, plus into the man's hand on his length, and the member rubbing friction against his nether region. They gasped and moaned into a swirl of mutual, technical, masturbation and handjob. Between his body and the mattress, Gevanni is stroking away at Near, rough and light tugs alternating and shuffling, it was mind blowing... but since that wasn't possible it blew something else instead.
The two cried out in near unison and shot onto the bed, before collapsing right into it directly after.
Groaning to himself, he closed his eyes feeling spent and damn near exhausted. Maybe he really is sick.
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Near. At that time, just thinking his name could piss me off. The guy comes along and hangs out with us then fucks off like it's no big deal! Were we not allowed to worry about him or care? Were we just caretakers until he'd found better? What about Matt and me, did we not want better?! We could have all be in on his plans or whatever he wanted to call it, when he ditched the two of us only to come back after being fucked over, once again, by society.
I couldn't believe that we spent any time at all looking for him when it seemed like he wanted to be gone, but Matt and I searched regardless. Do you have any idea of how hard it is to find someone who's become invisible to normal society?
"Are you sure that your friend is actually missing, and hasn't just... found another area tooo" He searches for a polite and correct word. "pollinate?"
Mello's scoff was heard round the world, and he nearly balled up his fist to introduce to the officer's face but he roped it in for Near's sake. He won't be found if he gets thrown in jail on charges of assaulting an officer or four. He sure as Hell can't bribe them because he'd also be arrested for that! Although, what's so wrong with paying someone to find someone?
"I know what you're thinking, and you've got a lot of fucking nerve." His knuckles popped he'd balled his hands up so tightly. "We're people too, our missing isn't any plus for society."
Officer Marcos rolled his sleepy blue eyes and begged to differ. He wished like Hell anyone else was at the front desk today. He doesn't wanna deal with this bullshit. Tch. Missing prostitutes, good riddance in his opinion. They're nothing but money hungry whores wandering the good streets of society, for little more than making husbands look like assholes or young boys feel like men. It's disgusting! If one is missing then why not two- or three! Maybe they'll get lucky and hear about a few more missing from where it's become a serial murderer case. Ha! The Chicago P.D would never get that lucky.
"What was his name again?" Marcos asked.
"Near..." His eyes clamped shut as he felt that mental pop on the head.
With a snort, the man repeats the "name". "What do you think we are miracle workers? Near is not a name."
"I meant to say something else." Snapped the blond. "Shit, what was his name?" He wonders, trying his damnedest to throw his mind back into the past.
"Nate River." Matt piped up in the background.
He didn't wanna deal with anyone at all in the matter, though going to the police was his idea. Mello thought they'd go door to door and force him out. They might find him, they might not, but at least they looked. He really doesn't believe that he got picked up by traffickers. People are people, they all look the same. No John comes along and screams Human Trafficker! No. They look like uncles, fathers, grandfathers, and Mr, fucking, Rogers. Not the thugs and hoodlums movies drum them up as.
"Here." He says to the cop.
Standing from his seat on the bench, he strides over to the large counter with something in his hand. Mello side-eyes the piece of paper, spotting a very familiar face scribbled on it. It's dropped onto the counter top, where the cop slides it over to himself to look at.
He snorts again, it seemed to be his thing. "This the kid?"
"He's sixteen," Matt replies, speaking to the officer more mellow than Mello. "And we know he's missing because he's never been away from us longer than a short week's time. So can you look, please? If no one's too busy?"
Seeming more satisfied with the respect he believes he deserves, the cop appears more compliant to listen. "Since you asked so nicely, I'll get someone on it."
"We don't have a number or anything, so can you just tell us what you know when we come back in?"
"Sure thing." He grins, his chubby cheeks flub out a little more. Scratching his pen through his thick brown hair, he adds. "And hey, you have a nice day." He cast Mello a snarl, before walking off to hand the photo to a field officer.
Mello only blinked at his lover, having no idea that he was capable of basic human social skills. And the red head only shrugged indifferently and strolls from the police station.
"Since when can you draw?" He asks once they're outside. He didn't even see Matt grab the flyer which he drew on the back of.
The busy sidewalks have thinned a bit in the April wind, and people would much rather be inside snuggling or whatever people do in their homes. It's a treat for them, because they don't have to lose each other for minutes at a time, or hold hands to stick together in the fray like a couple of queers.
"I've always known how to draw, it just came to me one day."
"Huh..." He pontificates the scrawny male beside him in a new light; he's just full of surprises. "Good thing too, we'd never get anywhere with those asses." He looks over his shoulder. "Ya terpet' ne mogu etikh lyudey."
"Language!" Matt mock scolded from the offense.
Shoving him, he snickers. "Oh, shut up. You don't even know what I said."
"Sure I do, blah bluh blee blah bluh." He's lighting up a cigarette. "You think it'll get us anywhere? Seriously, that guy seemed almost happy that Near's missing."
"He'd better care. I don't wanna get some friends of mine to pay the precinct a visit."
"Mafia Mello," He chuckles out a stream of smoke. "you're killing me."
"It's true!"
"Mhm. Meanwhile, I didn't know you cared about the kid so much." He nearly snaps his neck staring down a particularly good looking gaming system on a flyer at the Walmart they're passing. Too bad he doesn't have a tv. "I think he had a crush on you myself." He blows out another puff.
"Shut up, Matty, I'm serious. I don't wanna hear shit like that." He stuffs his hands into his pockets. The April chill is biting today.
That only made the mischievous redhead laugh a little more. "You liked him too, didn't you?!" He threw his head back and laughed. "That's so sweeet- Whoa!"
"I said shut up!" Mello stuffs his freed hand back into his pocket after shoving Matt into a pile of, thankfully, empty trash bins.
"That only validates my statement!" He called on ahead of him, still with a laugh in his tone.
I shouldn't have to admit that I liked him. If I did- and that's a pretty big IF- it only made me think that we needed to find him sooner, before I had to go through seeing his splayed out body on the street somewhere.
It was thinking that dark thought that made me realize that we needed to look on a more personal level ourselves. The police have their way of looking, through flyers and other useless shit like that, but we're from the darker parts of life, we can get answers that they can't. People will talk to us a lot sooner and more honestly than they would a cop. No John is dumb enough, bold enough, or cares enough to go and reveal their faces in association with filthy whores like us. So in the afternoon Matt and I went on a verbal hunt for a predator.
Mello's leg is stretched over the shoulder of the driver's side of the front seat in a hot yellow convertible, with its black top up, none can see that he's splayed out and naked from the waist down. His head is thrown back and he's moaning like a ghost, but it's an act really because his mind is elsewhere during this little tea-bagging session. He wouldn't have been feeling it either way because the guy isn't very good at it, and all you're doing is bobbing your mouth around some balls! How hard is that to get right?
"Yeshche... yeshsche.." He pants for more.
"God I love that." The man mumbled around his mouthful.
"Oh good we're talking," Sitting up with his back against the door in the backseat; he remains perfectly comfortable still being splayed out with his leg up on the seat. "listen, there's this little guy me and my friend used to hang with. You can't miss him. He's short, maybe five foot three or one... he's got white hair."
Sweaty, and out of breath from giving Mello what the John considered, for Mello, to be the time of the street walker's life, he takes a moment to process the question. "White hair? Is he elderly?"
"Hn. He acts that way sometimes, but no he's a kid... sixteen. Albino."
"What, with like those red eyes?" He spreads Mello's thighs apart. "No. Haven't seen him." He's about to go down on him, but he's stopped by a few fingers under the chin.
"I'm not talking about today, I mean in August. I want you to really think about it." Insist the blond. "He wouldn't smile at you, in fact, he'd look at you like you're the scum of the Earth."
The man thinks about it; a hand scratches absently through his black hair, the other is jerking on Mello's member. He'd really like to get off sometime today before he has to go back to the office, where he'll be chewed out by his boss because he's not quite finished with the paperwork on the damned company merger.
"Mmm. No. I'd remember someone like that. You and some blonde woman are the only one's I've ever been with." He lays back himself, unzipping to pull himself out. Pointing at his lap, he asks in a hurry. "Can you... please?"
Rolling his eyes, Mello leans forward and stuffs the man's cock past his lips. He may as well earn the money for the day. This is getting them nowhere, they're gonna have to look for older John's they've had. People Near would be comfortable doing solos with- if he took any more wallets before he disappeared.
Matt wasn't having much luck either. Some guy is in balls deep, and they're talking through it- at least, he is.
"He's got white hair, short, a teenager but he looks about thirteen years old." He moaned loudly since that's what this John wants- to feel like Superman. "He would have been around in the middle of August."
The two rocked and panted together, while the man mulls over the description, and time.
"I know who you're talking about, but I never got to know him personally." He kisses Matt's sweaty shoulder, his long red hair clung to the moisture pulling away when he straightens his back to continue plowing his paid hole.
"Ggggod..." Matt groaned when he dropped down on the stone park fountain's edge beside, blue-faced, Mello. "I didn't get anywhere, and my ass hurts- seriously!" He lays himself sideways and stares down at where the blond is seated below him. "What about you?"
"No." He grumped.
Sitting up from his exaggerated lay, Matt moves a little farther down the stone circle so that he can stretch out on his stomach, with his head at Mello's hip. Hand splashing in the cool evening water, he sighs. "I even waited for Evan to finish up so I could ask his guy through the window."
"How could this have happened?!" Mello bellows. "We... didn't even think he'd run off again, we should have followed him that day."
"Think we could have talked him out of it?" Matt turns his head to stare at the bubbling water.
"No. You couldn't tell that brat to do anything." He takes in a deep breath letting it out slowly to try calming himself down. "Let's go out one more time, our usual spot... see if we can get a familiar to ID his location. If he's just walking around the city, somebody has to have seen him."
"Why not ask your mafioso friends?" Matt looks at his lover. "If they'll threaten cops for you, then they might be able to find Near." He scoffs. "Better they go around the trafficking rings than us."
"Mm." He runs his hands through his choppy blond bangs. "Yeah, I lied. And I doubt drug dealers will assist us in finding someone who doesn't work for them."
"Hnhn, yeah. They'd find Near real fast if he owed them money or something."
"Let's keep looking, we're losing daylight."
It took some effort to sit up, Matt meant it when he'd said his ass hurt, but he slowly heads off after Mello to hopefully find some clues at their frequenting spot.
We didn't know it at the time, and he would never have had a reason to let on that he knew, but when we questioned him about Near, the man had the slightest hesitation before answering us. It was unfortunately done during us giving him a little bat and ball play, so Matt and I had just assumed he hesitated because he was getting off, not because he'd known Near or even where he was if he didn't.
We stupidly trusted his word, because he's one of our familiars. He's sucked us, fucked us, and even watched Matt and I screwing; so not once did we think he would have lied or withheld anything.
Matt is rocking gingerly into Mello's body, while his lover works on sucking the tall blond man off. The red head's also got his hands palming the guys sack between the two conjoined bodies.
"Oooaaaa!" The John moaned oddly while he thought over the question. "A white-haired kid... I saw him with you two when I drove by once, but I've never had the plea-..." He silences while bucking his hips into Mello's mouth. "pleasure."
Mello spat out the release against the guys lap, rolling his eyes when the John began jerking him off. He can't just be happy that he came, he has to get others in on it too.
"How can you be sure he's missing? Isn't he homeless like you?" Holding up a hand he adds. "No offense."
"He's been missing since August, that's how we know." Mello swats the man's hand away. "Besides, he isn't homeless like we're homeless, he sort of ran away from an orphanage."
"Well did you check back there?" The man asked a question so obvious, that it literally blew the twos minds. "He could have just given up on this lifestyle and went back."
"You're right, thanks." Mello shakes the man's sticky hand; nose scrunched he wipes it off on a tissue. Definitely gonna need a gas station trip first.
The trip to the orphanage took some time because locating it was next to impossible. Neither of them remembered if the kid ever told them the name of the place, so they had to once again ask around agency after agency via telephone from the quarters and change they got from the gas station. Locked up in a booth, the two thumb through a very large phonebook for agency numbers.
"I'm calling about a child of yours, a teenager actually." Mello is trying to sound very professional. "He may have lived with you not long ago, his name is Nate River?"
"Oh, we're not allowed to give out information about our children unless you've filled out the proper paperwork to start the adoption process."
"Are you serious?" He replied to quickly, then backed it up by saying. "I mean, I'd really just like to know if he's there. I'm worried about him, he's a friend of mine and I'd like to check up on him, and I think he might be there."
"I'm sorry I can't disclose any information on our-.."
"A simple yes or no!" He snaps. "I'm worried about this kid, and this disclosed information is bullshit!"
He listens to the woman speaking with someone else in the background, then a different voice comes on over the phone.
"Who's calling, please?"
"Matt Jeeves, ma'am." He'd snatched the phone from Mello. "I just want to apologize for my friend, he's very concerned about our friend, whom we think may be back at the agency he'd left from. That's all."
"I've actually been wondering about Nate's whereabouts." The other woman says in a relieved, small voice.
"You have?! Does that mean you know him?"
"Yes, he left our facilities last year. Do you know where he is? Is he all right?"
"He was all right up until August last year, now we don't know. That's why we've been calling around." Matt turns the receiver outward so they both can hear the woman. "He's not with us anymore, that's why we thought he was over there."
"No... no, he isn't." She sighs, the strain in her voice was very thick and real. "I've been so worried, my son told me that he'd seen Nate in August but he couldn't keep him in his care." As if their reason for calling dawned on her, she asks. "You mean, he's not even with you anymore?"
"No."
"My God... Do you know where he might be?"
"We're trying to find that out; maybe your son knows more, Misss...?" He trails off.
"Yagami, Sachiko. And you are?"
"Matt and Mihael Jeeves."
"I can send my son to talk with you if you think it will help... but... where can he find you?"
"Uumm, he can meet us at the coffee shop Brew in Town, is he free?"
"He's currently at school, but he can meet you there after. I'll tell him."
"We're a blond and a redhead, we'll be sitting together."
"Alright. Thank you for being concerned about our Nate... please help find him."
Her desperation almost broke Matt's heart. He was under the impression that no one cared about Near. But this woman seems to care.
"We will," Matt replies. "Thanks for giving us the information about his not being there."
"You're welcome. Good luck."
"Thank you, bye." He hangs up. "We've gotta wait around for this Yagami kid at the cafe, he'll be out of school in maybe fifteen minutes." Damn he wished he had a watch.
"Let's get there early then, we don't wanna miss him."
...
"Mihael and Matt?" Light asks when entering the cafe and spotted a blond and a red head as his mother had told him.
He finds the whole situation very odd since it should have been He who is looking for Nate to come back to the orphanage, not a couple of street urchins looking to keep him turning tricks.
"Yeah, sit down," Mello says.
Matt took one look at the guy and lowered his eyes to the table, not in the mood to get into it face to face. The cop was one thing, but he doesn't do well with real conversation. But while he's silent, he can do some better listening.
"How do you know, Nate?" Light asks right off. If these two are gigolos he isn't going to tell them anything. He may even have them arrested.
"He's a close friend of ours," Mello says coolly. "and we've been watching out for him since he left the home your mother runs."
"My mother doesn't run the home, she only works there." Taking a seat, he crosses his arms and legs over themselves.
Mello scoffed, having figured the male for a pretentious crosser of limbs. "How do you know him?"
"I've been around when I go there to see my mother or just occupy the older kids."
"Tch. Why do something like that?"
"Because I know how it can be for them when they think that no one cares, and why am I explaining myself to you?" He places his arm on the table to lean in. "And if you've gotten Nate into some kind of trouble, and I find out, you're gonna wish you never met him."
"Yeah right, kid..." Mello retorted. "he sure as Hell was better off with us than he was with the people at that lock-up for castaways."
"If that were true, then why did he run away from you as well?"
"Because he's... we don't know why he left. But we're gonna find him."
"Hn. You probably molested him the minute he got comfortable." Light sneers at them.
"What did you say?"
Matt watched the 'chew-off' going down from beneath his veil of false absence. The two seemed hell bent on getting under each other's skin. Although that's always Mello's MO.
"Hey," Matt interrupts. "if you don't know where he is that's fine, but at least tell us where the last place was you'd seen him."
"It was at a gas station, he was buying food or something." Light doesn't take his glare from Mello, who meets and counters the stare head-on. "He told me what he's been doing out here and that I was no longer his concern. He blew me off then and walked away."
"And you didn't see him after that?" Mello managed to cool himself to ask in a normal tone.
"No. I didn't."
"That's exactly how he'd left us." He says to the redhead.
"What do you mean?" Light asks.
"We were all at the park, and Near said he wanted to use the bathroom- we don't chaperone bathroom breaks so we didn't think twice about him going." Sighing, he shakes his head. "He didn't come back for hours, then it turned into days- Near has this habit of heading to hotels to cool off or something, but this time he didn't come back. We honestly wouldn't have known he was gone at all if it weren't for some weirdo at the park asking where he was when he saw us. He knew we traveled together, Near must have told him about us when they talked."
"Great. That guy could have been the one who took him, and he's one of those freaks that likes to watch the fallout of the destruction he's caused." Shaking his head in dismay.
"We hadn't even thought of that."
"Would you know him if you saw him?" Light asks.
"Sure, you don't exactly forget a face like that."
"We need to find him, then. I'll have my Dad there to question him, he's the head of the police department."
"Hn. Figures."
Light didn't delve into that comment, but he was done talking. "I'm going. I'll meet you here tomorrow, same time."
"Alright."
Light got up from his seat and exits the coffee shop. A dark haired man had come in after him, waving to a long-haired friend of his over by the counter. And joining him, he orders a double shot hazelnut.
"So, Gev', you finally get rid of that mouse problem you were having?" Asks the long-haired friend, grinning at his companion.
"It took a surprisingly good turn."
"Oh yeah?" He inquires assuming that the mouse had been disposed of.
"Yeah! Turns out, he wasn't dead after all." Gevanni shrugs. "Poor little guy was just tuckered out, and when I went to get some help getting rid of him, I came home to find that he'd escaped from his cage and was currently taking a very nasty spill down those pesky front stairs of mine."
The man laughed in disbelief. "Are you kidding? You must have gone berserk seeing him outside."
"I did at first, until.." He leans in and whispered. "the little brat woke up with no memory of what happened."
"You're kidding me?"
"No, Teru, its a thing of beauty... all the time and energy I put into making him the perfect little doll, he's now in the delusion that I'm his employer, he's my butler and chef- and you'll love this- he believes that we were lovers."
Teru almost spritzed his mocha latte clean across the counter with laughter. That was the funniest, richest thing he's ever heard. There is no way that's the truth.
"Are you kidding right now?" He asks. "And you're actually out to avoid going home where you know the cops are waiting for you?"
"I'm not kidding, we just fucked around an hour ago." Gevanni shakes his head. "All that work and it was as simple as a nasty pop to the head."
Teru scoffed. "I should crack mine over the head, that Russian blood has him as quite a little fighter when the whore isn't actually enjoying it."
Gevanni tisked for the poor man. "I told him I was going out to shop- which I am, going shopping in a little bit- but, I came here to give you good news."
Adjusting his glasses, he leans in again and mutters. "Maybe we should have a party, and sort of get them all together in the same room and just enjoy the show, maybe have a little eight-way?"
"Mmm. That sounds fun, but maybe a little later." Gevanni takes a sip of his caffeine fix. "He's still getting used to it all. But you can come by tonight if you want."
"I might just do that."
"I'd better go. Tell Rester I said 'hey' if you see him."
"I will." He waves his friend off.
Mello has to quickly move out of the way of Gevanni coming by. "Watch it!" He barks at him.
"I'm sorry." He waves a handout. "Sorry."
Matt gets up from his seat. "We better go before you start another fight with someone else in this place."
"I'm not." He insists.
"Alright, so you're not." He shrugs, then slips an arm around his shoulders. "But, let's just call it a day, though. I'm tired, and hungry."
"...Yeah, I guess I am too."
"It'll be better tomorrow." He steers him to the street. "Who knows, we might even find him."
Mello doubted that. But he didn't wanna staunch his enthusiasm because of it. But, he'd sure like to know where the Hell the boy is.
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Near closed his drowsy eyes and basked in the steaming hot water drifting around beneath his armpits. He apperantly really needed this bubbly bath, because the dirt had become three other people! He was showering at first, but his tired legs wanted a rest. So shoving the drain's stopper down into the hole, he sat down and let the tub fill up around him. A bath was so much more relaxing, and he enjoyed soaking since he'd scrubbed off a good portion of his dirt during the shower.
Gevanni wanted to go to the store, and told him he'd be back once done which probably wouldn't take long. Near lay in bed, bored and spent with the man gone but then he smelt something just awful coming off of him and he knew it was time for a shower. He's been bathing since the man left an hour ago, and he's just about ready to drift off when the bathroom door opened.
"Near?" Gevanni peeks in. "Enjoying a bath I see." He smiles warmly. "I brought some soup for your cold, and some cold medicine."
"Thank you."
Walking into the bathroom, he takes a seat on the very wide edge of the bathtub. Gently, he brushes his fingertips through the surprisingly hot water. With a smirk, he asks. "You running up my water bill? You look too comfortable for the water to still be this hot."
"I did replenish the heat a couple times." Near admitted.
"It doesn't matter." Leaning over, he kissed the male on the top of his head. "Don't stay in too long, I'm gonna put your soup on."
"Okay."
"And I'm having company over later, so you can come down to meet him or stay up in my room." He seemed not to care which choice he'd taken.
"Meet him?" Near questioned the term.
"You haven't met him before, even before the amnesia."
"Oh."
"Twenty minutes more?"
"Alright."
Smiling, he exits the bathroom, but leaves the once closed door open. The man seems to have a real issue with closed doors. First his bedroom, now the bathroom. What does he think is gonna happen? He'll fall again? Not with the way his exhausted body is moving him around like he's elderly.
Near soaked for 15 more minutes, then he got out and dried himself. But rather than dress, he wrapped himself in Gevanni's big thick black robe, that made his hair stand out like the sun. He made his way carefully down the stairs to the living room then kitchen. He may not know the truth about his fall outside, but he knows its a frightening thing to be true, so he doesn't wanna take any chances. It was probably a miracle in itself that he survived, can't take a chance like that twice.
Smiling, he spreads his arms. "How do I look?" He asked without a hint of the seduction he was casting off.
"Incredibly sexy." Gevanni chuckled feeling heat in his cheek and pants. "But I'm not sure its the best attire for company." Moving over to the male, he wraps his arms around his shorter body. "Are you naked under there?"
"Mhm."
"Wow... umm, maybe later then." Although other parts of him said now was just the right time. "The soup is ready."
"Can I eat it upstairs?"
"Sure. Let me get a tray." He nods towards the stove. "The bowl is over there, and pour yourself some orange juice."
Doing as he's told, he fixes himself a bowl of what he thought would be chicken soup, Mother's cure, but its vegetable. To each his own, he supposed and ladles two big spoonfuls into a blue glass bowl. When he grabbed a glass and moved over to the fridge, he can see Gevanni out of the corner of his eye; he's putting the bowl on the serving tray. Pouring himself a cup of orange juice, he turns and nearly fumbles the glass's contents all over the floor and his hand.
"I'll take that." He grabs the glass and sets it down on the tray. "After you."
The two head upstairs and into Gevanni's bedroom.
Things were actually kind of nice since I woke up from the fall. He was nice, took care of me; Gevanni put on a shit-eating smile that had me believing that he was kind and sweet, and that all the things he'd told me about us were the truth. I... I actually liked him- even when he was starving for sex that I reluctantly gave him. It was like my body remembered the things I'd done, even if my mind didn't, so it willingly and whole-heartedly responded to any touch or kiss he gave me without hesitation.
But I should have known something bad was coming when the night of the party came, and I met one of Gevanni's friends, the one who'd came over that day when I was sick. I recognized his voice right away...
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Author's Note: I think there's a special place somewhere for brains like mine, but I'm not dead yet! Ahaha. This was my favorite chapter so far, but I can't really say that since I don't what's coming until I type it. So, I hope you enjoyed it and will continue to.

By the way: I hate those people and More is what Mello said- hopefully ^_^
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