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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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Near couldn't believe it! He just couldn't believe that he- after all, the advances the man has made towards him- was rejected for penetration sex. He didn't even get around to asking, the door to the man's office was just closed in his face.
He must have gotten a sudden lead in a case. He hopes that he's gotten some ground with whoever is after him from the streets. That way he can collect his checks and hit the road after that Mikami just flexed his muscle that he's going to be making moves on him, he's kind of nervous to be living here. What if he comes by one day and Gevanni's not here?! How good of friends are they? Does Mikami have his own key? It made him sick thinking about it, but recalling Gevanni's protectiveness, it also made him horny again.
So here he is, naked at the bottom but dressed on top, prepared to spend the early part of the night jerking himself off with thoughts of Gevanni instead of actual Gevanni.
He is tugging, jerking, stroking, and fingering himself with images of his protector being the one who's driving him over the edge in the darkness of the large bedroom; Gevanni's mouth over his member instead of his hand, the tip of his tongue brushing by his weeping slit instead of his other hand's fingertips; breaths hitched, and whimpers aplenty mixed with pants and groans, he imagines that Stephen Gevanni's the one pounding his slickness into his body, instead of his natural-fluids lubed middle and index fingers.
Moaning, he rolls over onto his stomach, almost like he was a pancake being flipped roughly over; Gevanni's touches always tend to border on the rough stuff, he often wondered that if they had sex together would the man be a spanker. He wasn't sure if he could get into that. But at the moment, as hot as he is for him, Near's hips almost slam down and out of his imaginary lover's grip, while his body worked itself forward and back over his fingers in time with his thrusts, until he shoots out over the bedding in a hard spray.
He wished he hadn't been in the center of the bed, because he was going to have to change the sheets, or at least get something to clean them up. Waiting for his breaths to calm down, he lays on his side, body exposed to the blue in the room when the passing rain clouds began drifting away along with their lie of what tonight's weather would be like. Stormy. It didn't even drizzle.
But, something about this light playing scenario seemed to whisper in the back of his mind.
'A blue room, half of it black from shadows casting over regular items making them dark and gloomy. Even a monster is no match for the eating color of black covering objects in the room.'
Near cocks his head looking at the darkness. It's at the foot of the bed, more dangerous than any monster, at least, that's the feeling it gave off. A monster would rip him to bits, would maul out chunks of him, then leave his bones to rot away... but the darkness would consume him... to the Nothing.
'I wish Gevanni would come up here... I don't wanna be a Near Nothing.' He thinks recalling his conversation at the dinner party.
Tugging the blanket over his bare nether region, he turns over in the large, soft, bed to look out of the open door; Gevanni passes by.
Mood suddenly brightened, he climbs out of bed and hurries after him, his night shirt is long enough to drape him like a nightgown, bouncing down to cover him all the way to the knee as he quickly moves into the hall; Gevanni must not have heard him because he closed the door nearly in his face, again. Not about to be stopped in his conquest, he knocks twice.
"Gevanni?"
The lock turning over-told tales of his being busy at the moment, so Near; with the cover of his over-sized nightshirt, retired to bed... alone.
'Maybe he'll be less busy tomorrow.' Entering his bedroom, he closes the door, then climbs back into bed and remains completely oblivious to what's really going on in the man's head.
And it took a moment to get there, but eventually, he fell into a deep sleep on which he dreamed. He dreamed of his desires and needs being met, of being petted and tugged this way and that on every part of his body while the man guided him over the edge. But the weight was different, somehow... less pinning like a wrestler hold and more melding, even the feeling inside of him, and the smell. Sweet, kind of chocolatey; the hands on his hips were a gentle hold rather than a grip- like Gevanni had that time he'd fucked him between clenched thighs. And it felt- dream-senses'-wise- that soft longish hair was brushing his bare shoulder, right before a rich tasting kiss fell upon his lips.
He and this dream man rocked together like a well-oiled machine, in unison, in harmony, and the blissful feeling in his stomach grew warmer in his played upon his member, in a way that it felt like he was being soaped up during a bath. He wanted to whisper a name, the man's name, but all that came out were soft "Mmm"s and breathed "Eeehh"s. He dreamt with a smile on his face.
The next day.
I suppose I'll have to tell you about my statutory rape, as well. Gevanni's sticking up for me sort of awakened a desire for him, and I don't know, I guess I sort of wanted to show him how much I appreciated his being there for me.
But like I'd said, statutory rape.
I would have gladly given myself to him that night if he hadn't spent it in his office festering over the night's events in a much different way than I had. I didn't know it until the next day when I'd seduced him to bed with me, that Gevanni was angry about what had happened, and the fool chose to direct it at me.
...It was like that man from my first wallet-job. ...I was scared.
But being with Gevanni wasn't until the evening, beforehand came the suspicious winds, and shreds of debris before the storm.
To anyone walking in on the seated male, they'd believe that he was nauseous for some reason. In a sense, it's true. He is a bit queasy, but not because of something he's eaten, it's more over something that he wanted to do.
While cleaning, he came across the bosses index book. And taking a little curiosity break, the butler thumbed through the card roller while taking in the numbers and addresses of all of the man's friends, and other contacts. Boy, there are a lot of them in red ink and only a few in green ink. He wondered what that meant for a little while until he found the names of everyone from the party. Seeing those names he recalled being told that he could invite them over. Which is where he is right now... feeling nauseous now that one is coming over.
And that's only because he had to call Teru Mikami's home, and ask his butler, Beyond if he'd like to come over and swim with him for a while. Mikami didn't have to know about it. He planned to have all the other "help" over, but when he called he got no answer.
If I had known what was going on at those homes... I would have kept the phones ringing until someone answered. Misa Amane died that afternoon from her body just giving out during a third guy trying to fit into her from the back when two were already moving in and out of her from the front. Rester got to see what he eroticised about with his little love-doll... and because of that desired video, he lost her.
Because of my efficiency during the dinner service, and my tasty meals, Kiyomi Takada got her arm broken. Her only job before was basically to be used for sex, so when she dropped a plate in a clumsy attempt to walk a tray of dishes around the kitchen, Halle lost it. And Judy was sold to the trafficking rings! It seemed my appearance in their sick little world caused a very displeased riff with them and their toys, and they beat or killed them trying to mold them above the average I've made them seem.
I'm just glad that Beyond was able to answer. At least... I was.
The strange butler with the cherry-brown eyes had answered after the second ring, with his usual odd way of speaking. It was sort of like he thought he was a ghost, or maybe he was trying to be a singer and is speaking through practice 'run' sessions.
"Hellooooo."
To Near, the greeting sounded like an old door creaking open. Most of what the male says does. Probably had bad strep throat, and never got over the stress to his vocal chords.
"It's Near... I wanted to know if you wanna come over for a swim? I'll make you lunch."
He threw in as a bonus since all the "help" seemed to starve for his food when they were eating at the party. You'd think they never ate at their homes!
"Uuuummm..."
"He'd be glad to come," Mikami answered. "I'll bring him by, we can all have a nice time."
Near's blood ran cold. What the Hell is Mikami doing there?! Shouldn't he be at work or something? Near almost dropped the phone onto the floor, he's shaking so badly. Why does he have to come over!? He asked Beyond, not Mikami. Beyond. Maybe he can cancel?
"If you're too busy, we can cancel until Gevanni is here... you don't wanna spend time with the Help."
"Non-sense.. what do you think I'm doing right now? Just spending some time with Beyond here, on my day off."
Near can hear a sort of thwap in the background... maybe like someone was closing a Tupperware or popped a single bubble on a row of bubble wrap.
"We'll be right over." He hung up.
And Near's been sick ever since... waiting.
My real name is actually Na Rasstoyanii Den'rozhdeniya, but since my owner had to sneeze to say it, I just told him the loose translation, so yes, that's my real name. And I've been with Teru Mikami for some time... The reason Near called- no.. nooo, the fact that he called at all amazed me, I thought the boy had a couple screws loosened up there from one too many beatings. But he was sincere... at the time I was getting some nasty bruises from Mikami because suddenly I wasn't good enough.
I'd gone out of my hole to stretch my legs... or maybe I was looking for something to eat? I'm not sure, but I walked into him exiting the shower we'd just been in- oh right! I was never downstairs, he was off work and he'd gone out and bought a white wig for me. Two guesses why. Then he cork-screwed me against the shower wall, telling me to love him more than Gevanni.
He'd pulled too hard on the wig and it came off, suddenly I was Little Fucker again. So Little Fucker was kicked out of the bathroom and answered the phone. Mikami was smacking me with annoyance for answering the phone until he heard who was on the other end. When he hung up it was, "Help me convince him into a threesome, Little Fucker."
Oooh, how I HATE that name... Little Fucker while he beats me... Little Fucker while he fucks me... littlefuckerlittlefuckerlittlefucker! No! Don't stick me with that... I hate drugs, I'll behave...
Near yelped when he looked through the peephole in the large front door of Gevanni's home; his peep was greeted with a blown-up cherry-wood eyeball, pressed to it like he was trying to see in from a reverse that isn't there. Returning his eye to the hole, he sees Beyond in full standing on the front entrance looking around the area. Where is Mikami?
'Maybe he just dropped him off?' He more hoped than wondered.
"Are you home?" Beyond knocks on the door then pressed the bell.
It was so loud that Near momentarily looked around in wonder of where the box was, then he returned his attention to the door. "I've changed my mind abo-"
The lock flips over then the knob turns; Near barely stepped back before the door shoved open.
"I said I've changed my mind!" He snaps at Mikami while backing swiftly away.
Despite not having verbal permission, he enters the home since the spare key that unlocked the door said otherwise. The older man was almost bragging about it with the way he let the silver Entry Pass stand up as proud as an erection between his fingertips, while the car key, house key, and other random keys dangle from the key ring in his hand.
"Don't be like that, Near," Mikami said calmly. "Beyond can't drive, and I wasn't doing anything on my day off... so I thought I'd bring him over for you. I don't mind that you hang out together."
"Gevanni isn't here."
"You didn't mind being alone with Beyond."
'Beyond isn't trying to get into my pants.' He glares.
"I promise. No tricks." He holds up a boy scouts hand. "I'll grill while you two swim. No harm in that."
Near looked from the pedophile to his possible new friend. What harm could it do? Beyond is here if the man tries anything, and he'll call the cops if he gets even slightly grabby-handsy with him. Defeated to the issue, he nods.
"Wonderful." A smile spread across his face.
He was already starting by putting his hand on Near's back, right between his shoulders to steer him along further into the house, Beyond as well. He acted as though he owned the place when he's just the guest, and barely even that.
Pretending Mikami isn't even in the room, Near asks. "Do you have a suit Beyond?"
"I don't." He's looking from left to right like he intends to mentally blueprint it to mind for a robbery.
Cocking his head left to right to measure his guest from front to back with his eyes, Near comments. "You can borrow one of mine, it should fit."
"Swappin' genes in the old swimming pool." He joked, very casually to Near's ears.
But Mikami only heard "I'll try to get him in the mood". He knew Gevanni kept a little something around the house for when certain people don't want to co-operate to gentle persuasion. He'd simply drop it in their drink, and the rest of the evening just played itself out.
"You boys go put on your trunks, I'll get the things together for the grill."
Near couldn't help but wonder just how well the man knows Gevanni's home, and on top of that why does he know the home so well? Friendship is a close bond, but not enough to zero in on any given item in the house- even the bedrooms- if the owner asked for it for you to find. He also felt sickened by the Fatherly tone the man got with them over putting on their swim trunks.
'I'm probably reading too much into it. It's a kitchen, how many places can food and things hide?' Thinks Near. 'And as far as that tone, the fucker's just sick. He'd probably rape his kids if he had any.' Starting up the stairs, Beyond in tow, he cast a side-long glance at the vanishing Mikami.
He had no idea of how many times they've been in and out each other's homes within their circle of "Close Friends". Each has a key so they can come and go as they pleased with each other's dolls. That is if they happen to want to share that doll. Mikami is actually surprised Gevanni hadn't changed the locks on his doors since he's so protective of Near.
As Beyond so casually teased about it, that "gene pool" alone could tell tales of what he'd done to a few of his own combined with one of Gevanni's. Halle's never been one for the boys, but it didn't stop her from watching the show.
The two turned off in the hall and tottered upstairs, while Mikami busied himself in the kitchen; whistling that tune from the Lion King movie that that black mane lion, Scar, sang. Be Prepared. Only, if you knew Mikami, you'd know the lyrics are a bit different from the actual version. His is something along the lines of Near not knowing what's tip-toeing nearer, in a simple glass of wine. All kids wanna try liquor, right? And it wasn't hard to find them either, Gevanni keeps them in an empty Advil bottle; he only has to say he has a headache and he can shake one out and drop it into a drink without the drugged being the wiser, believing that he's only taking care of an ache, that something's been slipped into their drink
Pouring the 'leg spreader' into a bottle of red wine, he then busies himself with gathering things to cook and he stacks an onion, green pepper,Ritz crackers- for the breeding- and a well-concocted bowl of ground beef. Grabbing two shakers, he seasons the uncooked meat, then grabs a sandwich bag to make a little extra seasoning. Popping a pill to a fine dust, he sprinkles it into the meat. Incase Near refuses to drink, he can have some in his food- it might work the same way.
He cast his lense-covered gaze up to the ceiling when hearing footsteps. He imagined something just unbelievably sexy going on up there, something that he could walk in on and join in. Near would be showing his doll the clothes. His doll, being a seasoned pro at being naked, would just strip down and offer himself with force to the boy. Mikami wet his mouth just thinking about it. Damn Gevanni for not sharing! Although, he had yet to share his little fucker. He can't be blamed, until the white haired beauty came along Beyond was reigning champion... but now that he's no longer on the throne, Mikami is very bored with him. Maybe he could sell him and find better? In the meantime, he can work on his friend to share Near until he does. But, if things go off as he plans, he'll never have to tell his longest friend that he took a bite before it was offered.
You'd sit on a couch before buying it. Test drive a car. Walk through a house. God! He knows exactly the right speed, and the certain angles he'll put the lad in. He's fantasized about it since Gevanni showed him to him when he was laying in bed, and he knew that Near would live up to the fantasies. He may not contort like Beyond, but he must have some sort of flexibility, he's young!
Ingredients secured, he lifts the tray and carries it outside to the grill.
Near pulled out a red pair of swim trunks, that have a printed pattern of army fatigue and he tosses them to Beyond, who's standing beside him aways by the bed full-blown naked. He's looking around the room, just as he had looked around on the way up.
"You sleep here?"
"When I'm not sleeping with Gevanni, yes."
He tries to keep his eyes from the male's comfortable nudity, but he can't help looking at the large purple welts, red ones, and a couple ashy looking patches... like maybe old burnt skin. And his junk looked... sort of off. Near had been looking at his own when he'd taken that long bath, and he thought that his looked a little off as well- even the coloring. He's not an expert, nor has he seen every penis in the book, but he's pretty sure it shouldn't look so... used.
Figuring if his guest is going to be comfortable, he may as well relax too. Easing the tension from his muscles, he slips out of his uniform and into his swim trunks while keeping his back to Beyond. He turned, expecting the male to be dressed, but instead he sees him laid out on his bed. He looks asleep.
"Are you asleep?"
"No."
"Are you all right?" He moves over to the bed, taking a seat beside Beyond's head.
"A version of it."
Near studied the man since his creepy eyes are closed and he has no chance of looking at him. He looks older up close. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-two."
"I'm sixteen."
Beyond smiled making himself look younger. His words from the dinner party ran through his head, about how he'd ended up with Mikami.
'A guy like that...' Near thinks. Taking his friend's hand, he gives it a squeeze. "Beyond... you can tell me the truth, has Mikami ever done anything to you... sexually." It sure looks like he beats him, he knows that much.
Beyond's smile turned into a grin exposing his knicked and colored teeth. His hand crawls up Near's arm, landing snuggly on the back of his head before pulling him down to him where, with a simple turn of his head, he kisses him tenderly on the lips. He licked his lips after pulling Near away from him by latching onto a handful of hair.
"So that's what care taste like." He opens his eyes. "Thank you, Near." Sitting up, he leans over the front of the bed to grab the discarded swim shorts. "I smell food; let's swim." Shooting both legs through the holes in the shorts, he jerks them up while exiting the bedroom.
"I'm gonna talk to Gevanni... they're friends, he'll know what to do."
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Swimming was really enjoyable! He thought for sure he'd be ignoring sexual harassment for the better part of the day, but Mikami had kept his word and didn't bother the two of them at all, he was either at the grill or inside doing who knows what. Probably smelling his boxers, the butler figured with a displeased sneer in the house's direction.
Near snickered at his friend who looked as though he were having sex with the water, bobbing up and down in one spot when really he's just bouncing from the bottom to the top. They'd been wrestling each other and having a wave making contest, holding onto the rim of the inground and just kicking their feet as hard as they could for splashing sake. It was like being real kids.
Sighing, Near climbed out of the pool to sit on the edge and let his legs dangle in. Man, is he tired... or is it that he's peaceful? What does peaceful feel like? Good, he imagined because right now he's feeling really really good. It's like he's invisible, or his nervous system is asleep.
"You look tired," Beyond says when swimming up to him. His gaze moves past Near to Mikami, who's standing in the doorway watching the two. "Come on, you can lay down on the lawn couch."
Getting out of the pool, he grabs Near up from beneath his arm and steers the giggling mess over to a long patio couch. Sitting first, he pulls the goofy teen down over his body while he lays back against the orange and what striped cushion. It didn't take long for Near to start peppering him with kisses, because in his mind, he assumed that's what they were laying down for.
Beyond hummed at the pleasant rush that ran through him when Near ground down into his lap, their soggy bodies move together well with squelchy wet sounds voicing their languid pace. Breathing picked up, the doll parts his legs wide to allow Near to rest between them, one on the ground while the other is hooked over the back of the wicker chair. How many of those pills did Mikami use, because Beyond's feeling pretty silly himself.
The two are making out like the last survivors on the planet, tongue and teeth gnashing and brushing together; and from a peeked open eye, the doll spots his owner looming over them. He holds Near's hips up by lifting him with his hands against his torso, and in one quick tug Mikami pulls off the wet swim trunks.
Near looked confused for a moment, then whimpers a protest against Beyond's throat, before the male distracts him with a heated kiss. And Near couldn't help himself, he pushed back when he felt Beyond parting his cheeks, and Mikami's thumb pressing against him. He even heard himself whisper "Come on" right before the man shoved in, and crushed him closer into Beyond.
Near moaned, and rocked stiffly into Beyond on his own, but thanks to Mikami's frantic thrust he's beaten into the male beneath him, who's probably feeling pretty crushed right now. Mikami had undressed and lubed up on the way over, so it was smooth sailing into a rough path and the difference in slickness was to die for as he huffed and panted in and out of the kid. God, he wanted to make it last, and pulling out, he reached between them and jerked Beyond's soaked shorts away, two rears at his disposal he bound into Beyond and stuffed his fingers into Near pumping in time with his thrust.
Beyond bucked his hips into his owner and writhing beneath Near, who's crying softly against him. He's fully aware of what's going on, while unable to do a thing about it. He actually said "stop it" into Beyond's chest when Mikami traded his fingers for his whole again. But Mikami was not about to stop, and Beyond just as under-the-influence as Near couldn't do much crushed beneath the two. And at some point, even Near was moaning for more.
The three groaned and moved like a knot of snakes trying to pull free as a very alert man picked and chose which hole he wanted in on until he mercilessly pounded into Near's rear, milking his finish until there was no more.
By the time Gevanni got home, the two had gone, leaving the teen with nothing but wonder as he slept where he was left.
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'I left Gevanni little notes to strip for me, and I was gonna surprise him by laying on the bed, ready for some housekeeping foreplay, before I let him fuck me.' Nodding, Near puts his assumed version of why he was outside together in his head. 'I must have been swimming, got tired and cold, took a nap in the sun when Beyond left, and Gevanni came home but couldn't find me so he got started without me.'
Dashing downstairs, he grabs the feather duster from the rack on the laundry room door and an unused cleaning rag then darts back up the stairs. Near was careful to open the door without a sound, and to walk over to the large ooccupied bed just the same.
He watched with a smile over the man's hand tugging and smoothing at the base of his sex, humming his pleasure. Near dusted the feathery end of the duster up the bare portion of his boss's shaft, enjoying the arching of the man's back and the heated gasp before Gevanni opened his eyes.
"Near?" He looks at him.
"You're so dirty master," He says casually. "I thought maybe I'd clean you up before dinner."
The duster slithered over the top of the man's member in a spidery circle; Gevanni closed his eyes taking in the feeling.
Near's not even sure of how to seduce someone, but he's gonna do the best he can. Bobbing the duster up and down over it, so that the feathers are impaled by his thrust; Gevanni caught his breath every time the opening in the handle that houses the feathers allowed a bit of the head to be stuffed into it.
"What are you doing?" Gevanni breathed.
"Seducing you." He smiled at the man's chuckle. "Is it working?"
"It'd be working better if I had you to stuff myself into." He opens his eyes and looks at him.
"Does that mean you wanna give me a raise?"
The two of them laughed.
"You are adorable... but really terrible at this, have you been watching porn or something?" He pulls him down onto him, parting his legs and clamping the male in between them. Answering Near's question, he replies in half a kid. "The question is, do you deserve one?"
Missing the slight edge to Gevanni's tone, Near smiles. "I think so. Maybe if you let me wash you, I can earn it."
He plants kisses on the man's chest, taking his time to swirl his tongue around the rising nipple. He sways into Gevanni's fingers that are brushing their ways up and down his back, and in-between his cheeks. Something about that went from feeling fantastic to creeping a knot into his stomach. It's probably nothing. His boss already had the lubricant out and resting beside the pillows, so Near grabbed it up, uncapped it, and squeezed a glob into the unused wash rag.
It's smoothed over the man's torso, leaving a sticky sweet circle that Near's tongue carefully traces around. Laying his short height against Gevanni's taller difference, he rolls them sideways and grinds into him. Washing the gelled up rag along the man's side, hip, and buttocks, he gives it a playful squeeze. He wasn't the only one offering rear-end messages, and Gevanni's fingertips brush against his entrance and pressed firmly against it. The stickiness inside was obvious to him, and that just brought back his anger from last night. But he figures, he'll allow Near to explain, see if he'll lie about it.
Meeting the younger male's kisses eagerly to keep him off guard of what he knows, he asks between breaths. "Near?"
"Mhm."
"What did you do today?" He begins kissing the boy's neck and chest so that he can answer without distraction; his hand smooths over the teen's jaw and shoulder.
"I went for a swim." He arches into the man's firm grip.
"Alone?"
"Of course alone." He said at first but then remembered. "Oh no, I mean, I called Beyond to come over. It was the two of us."
Gevanni was sure that Beyond had come over, but there was one thing that just didn't fit with the picture because Beyond should have no means of getting to his home, nor should he have been able to even answer the phone to be asked over.
"How did he get here?" His grip in Near's hair causes the boy to whimper. "Near... how did Beyond get here?" He asked this a little more slowly.
Wetting his mouth nervously, he replies. "Mikami drove him."
He knew Gevanni would be upset, and possibly hurt his friend. And though he'd love to see the man get what's coming to him, he doesn't want to have Gevanni believing that he can't handle himself. Not to mention, if he beat him up, Gevanni might end up in jail from Mikami pressing charges. He couldn't have that, not when he's come to realize that he cares for him.
"And did he stay over?"
By now all movement had stopped, and the air became very still. Near most of all is confused by his boss's anger. It's as though Gevanni is angry at him. But why?
"Gevanni... Stephen," He tried to get to him with a more direct approach. This is not how his afternoon of seduction was supposed to go. "Nothing happened."
It sounded like a throat had been slit, Gevanni grabbed a hold of the teen's neck so quickly that all he could do was make a strangled sound. "Nothing happened? You say nothing happened!?" He hollered at him.
Rolling and getting up onto his knees so that Near lay pinned beneath him; and when Near tried sitting up he was back-handed back down onto the pillow, he grabs the male by the jaw hard enough to leave divots.
"You'll spread those lily white thighs for anybody other than me, huh! You little whore!"
And to Near's horror, he's punched in the face.
"What are you..." He gags on his squeezed throat. "talking about?"
"What do you think I'm talking about?!" He stuffs his fingers into Near's entrance, not easily with him wriggling around frantically within his grasp. "You're wet! And unless you were fooling around in some weird way to have it happen, it can only mean you had sex!" He shoves the sullied fingers into the boy's face.
"No, I didn't!" He shouts back turning his head this way and that to avoid being poked painfully up the nose, or in the eye.
Struggling, he tries for the man's face with nails poised to scratch, but Gevanni grabbed him by the hand. His knee moves up to rest on the teen's other wrist, while he's pulling a pillowcase free from the pillow beneath the boy's head.
"Don't!" Near called before being smacked once again.
Gevanni ties the male's wrists together with the pillowcase, and once bound... they're stuffed underneath the space between the bedframe and the mattress, where the wood scrapes against the bare part of his arm.
"I swear, nothing happened." Near tried saying more calmly to relax the man's rage. "He stayed in the house, he cooked for us, but he never touched me- and neither did Beyond."
"Shut up." Gevanni hissed; grabbing Near up by the thighs.
He positions himself then shoves roughly into the sticky almost dried out tunnel and begins to move rapidly in and out. Near arched his hips from the bed and shook himself, legs flailing and hips wriggling back and forth to remove the man; kicking him in the gut and on the chest so rapidly that the moment caused Gevanni's sex to slip from his body; Near then tried to get off the bed, but is instead rolled over onto his stomach.
Hn. People think spanking is so erotic and sexy... you wouldn't find it so hot if you were a minor being battered by an older, stronger man. It was a wonder I could move at all once he started digging his fingers into my skin, and his hands alternated striking me on the butt. If even He was being hurt by the act, you can imagine my pain.
Near lay there, tears in his eyes and pain anywhere he could- and shouldn't be- in pain. Both of them are out of breath from hollering at one another, one accusing, one defending. Eventually, there was nothing left to do but let it play out until it was over. But Gevanni's anger, and his words, and actions all played through Near's thoughts while he grit-and-beared it.
Something happened outside, something wrong. He'd been... He felt vomit roiling in his throat. He had to get it out! Before Gevanni could think, much less react, Near shot from the bed and ran into the bathroom. Gevanni chased after him, but the bedroom door was slammed in his face, giving Near enough time to make it into the bathroom and slam that door as well.
Emptying his stomach into the toilet, he yelped from fright when Gevanni burst into the bathroom and grabbed him; the gushing spray of laced cheeseburger got all over the seat of the toilet and a little on the floor.
"No! No!"
Near ran again and slammed the bedroom door. With haste, he shoved the dresser against it, slipping two times to the floor, but he was able to barricade the door to keep the madman out. Near sobbed momentarily, if only for that one second, then he called through the door to the person he knew was there... waiting. He sniffled bringing snot and blood back into his nose, and he ran his hand across his face.
"Gevanni please listen to me..."
And his voice was so pitiful, that Gevanni stopped shouldering the door to listen.
"I'm not lying to you... Mikami came over because his butler needed a ride, but Beyond and I were the only ones in the pool." His breathing is heavy but quick, as he tries to calm himself down. "I got really tired one minute, but... I think he did something to the bottled water or the food. It's all so blurry."
It's quiet for a long moment. Near fighting back images of what happened outside- he was raped! Possibly by both of them or both of them drugged and raped by Mikami. God, how could he not have thought that that man would do something to the food!? He rests his back against the dresser and remained quiet in wonder if Gevanni can believe him. The broken teen had no idea that his captor had gone downstairs and counted the contents in his pill bottle, before returning upstairs with a kindness that one would show someone they truly cared for.
Near just assumed that it had all sank in, and Gevanni believed him because when he returned upstairs and spoke Near's name in a tone so soft and sweet, the teen couldn't have opened the door fast enough to take the embrace given to him. He needed comfort after the day he's had.
"I'm... Near, I'm sorry." He rocks him back and forth in their seated position. "I'm so sorry."
The two sat there rocking and calming down. Near didn't even care about sleeping on the floor while he used Gevanni as a pillow, he just knows that when he woke up to being carried over to his bed.. the man made love to him. Kindly, gently. He sat on his lap, and he rode him with hands locked together passionate eye contact, and tender kisses shared.
I was starting to lose it with the directly indirect approach. We must have kindly assaulted our ways into six houses, and Near wasn't in any of them! Not all of them had basements, or attics, all perfect for hiding someone from immediate eyesight; some of them were even flats! But ideal predator home or not, we still came up empty. We were beginning to give up that he was nestled away in someone's home, and were ready to try the rings out. But we had one more home to try out...
Matt knocked on the door, and the two stood and waited.
"This is a really nice house," Matt says off-handedly.
Mello smacked him with the back of his hand, this was no time to take in the scenery. "Ring again." He orders, but the door pulled open before Matt could comply.
"Yeah? What is it?" The man asked with a tone full of annoyance.
"Whoa!" The two bellowed in unison.
This guy seriously got the shit beat out of him! His eye is swollen, his lip is healing from being busted, and there's purpling on his barely exposed arms.
"You ok?" Mello asks. Not really concerned, just interested in the details of the smack down.
"What the hell do you want?" He asked a little more aggressively, obviously embarrassed about being seen.
"Our cat," Matt started the lie, and held up the leash. "got loose and we saw him dash this way and into your house. Can we come inside to get him?" Leaning he whispers. "He tends to be nervous around strangers, and he bites and scratches."
The man looked them over like they were filth. "No."
He's closing the door, but Mello stops it with his hand. "Maybe we weren't clear enough, our cat is-.."
"Going to be soup if I catch it. You better hope its escaped by now," The man says. "I don't have time for this. Goodbye." He tries again to shut the door, but again there's resistance. "Look, do you want me to call the cops?"
"Do it, they'll be interested to know why you're so dinged up and apprehensive about letting us look for our dear kitty cat," Mello replies with a confident tone, while deep down he's hoping that the injuries came from an unsavory reason, that will convince the man to comply.
There's a momentary stand-off, but when you've got a burn as nasty as Mello's, a 'death glare' projects a little harder.
"Get your dumb animal, then get out." The man adjusts his glasses before backing away from the door. "And make it quick."
"Thank you." Mello clipped with a snarky look as they passed through the front entrance.
The home is beautiful, big too!
The man stood and watched the two roam about the living room, looking for a cat that isn't there. Matt felt itchy with that hard gaze on him, and he knew they wouldn't get a moments peace to really look with this guy breathing down their backs.
"I'll check upstairs, you look downstairs, Mel'."
"Okay."
"Why can't you two look together?" Asks the man, leaning casually- yet somehow like a predator- against the arm of the sofa with arms crossed, like he's waiting to call the two on their bullshit and call the cops right after. "God forbid fluffy slip by one without the other there, I don't wanna get scratched by your rabid cat or something."
"Look Mister..." Mello trails off.
"Mikami."
"Mikami. We wanna find our cat just as quickly as you want us to, and we can't do that by combing every room of this place together."
Matt marveled at how well his lover could lie on the fly, he wondered if he picked up any of that natural ability in all their years together.
"Fine. But be quick about it."
"Barkley! Pss pss pss pss!" Matt called out as he moved up the long staircase.
Mikami scoffed. "You named... a cat... Barkley."
"Tch, if you'd seen our cat you'd know why" Mello says moving into the kitchen. "He looks like a puppy."
Matt had a hidden smile on his way up the stairs, the last time someone asked about their cat it was told that it looks like Garfield from those comics they see in the newspapers, on those days when they'd pull one from the recycling to rest on. Walking upstairs, he definitely got a nervous chill in his spine. With the way he feels, he'd actually like to find a body hidden somewhere than to see that the place is squeaky clean. Somehow being the type to clean up after something messy went down is far worse than being the type to wallow in it like you like it.
Matt checked around in the bedrooms, the bathroom, and where he was impressed with the interior of the place, he'd found nothing even remotely close to Near or even Near shaped!
Shoving some clothes over in the closet, he took a deep whiff of the air. It's very... clean. Air freshened. Matt wondered what the need for cleaning was for? What smells were being covered up? There wasn't a hint of any kind of brown scent in the bathroom, so why the Alpine?
Dropping down, he looks under the bed. Shoe boxes, a tissue- a tissue? Why clean a house this well and miss one tissue?
'You're reading too much into this Mail, guy's probably just a neat freak... but then, who beat him up?'
"Hey."
Matt jumped out of his skin at the sudden voice. "What?"
"Don't steal anything."
"No, of course not."
"Mhm. Did you find the stupid thing?"
"I just turned in here," He stands. "This place is really nice. Clean too!"
"I'm a professional that way."
"Uh-huh, well, I'll go check the other rooms. Okay?"
"Go ahead."
"Right." He slipped out of the room, keeping quiet about pocketing the tissue. He hopes Mello was getting somewhere.
"Barkley, Barkley" He was muttering as he moved through the Better-Home-With-a-Garden while tugging open this door and that.
He walked down into the basement, and the smell of bleach could choke a horse. Something was down here, or at least it was. Walking around the basement, he tries to figure out where the smell is coming from directly. If Near were here, there may be clues to show it. Blood. Body parts. His clothes. But when he tracked the source of the smell, all he found was a heavy mold spot in the corner of the room. Dude was probably just trying to battle it with the strongest disinfectant he could find. It sure is burning his eyes, though.
He let out a cough and continued looking around the boxes and bags down there. The guy must have had dogs. There are a couple of looped hooks in the wall with chains coming off of them and a collar. Pretty cruel to put an animal in the basement with so much mold.
'Probably why he doesn't have dogs anymore.' Scoffed the blond. He'd seen- well, smelled- enough, and returned upstairs.
He hopes that Matt finished searching upstairs because he was about to call it.
"He's not up there."
"I know, I just saw him duck out of here through the vent passage." And Mello called it.
"Shit," Matt replied full of false concern. He may not lie like a rug, but he can sell some acting like a pro.
"I'd cut my losses," Mikami says from behind Matt, and walking past him towards the door. "Now, if you'll please leave, I'm very busy."
"Right. Sorry to have bothered you." Matt replies to the rude shove-off.
The two walked out of the house and down to the street. When they were sure they weren't being eyed anymore, the redhead removed the tissue for a better look at it.
"Gross. Is that used?"
"Yeah, but not with snot... look." He holds it in Mello's direction, knowing his lover wouldn't wanna touch it. "Blood."
"You think its Near's?" He asks skeptically. "Dude got the shit beat out of him, it's probably his."
"Yeah, but you never can tell." He pulls out a nerve calming stick, then lights it up. "That place smelled like it had just been cleaned, and I saw vacuum lines- like when housekeeping comes through the rooms in the hotel."
"So."
"Just a hunch, but people usually OD on scented things, or clean when they're trying to cover up another smell or stain..." He stuffs the tissue back into his pocket. "We need to see that L guy about it, he can do all that fancy forensic stuff that we can't."
Mello rubbed a former bruise just remembering that guy. "You do that, I'll take the next few houses up the street."
"I think we should wait until tomorrow, we don't want word getting around that we're snooping around every house for a cat... we have to give them some forgetting time."
"You may be right." Shoving him, then pulling him into him, he smiles and teases him. "Don't go getting all smart on me, you're the second banana."
"I don't think so." Matt shoves him back.
The two turn around and head back into the main part of the city.
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