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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.

Chapter List
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It's late, 1 o'clock in the morning. The moon is still in the sky, and looking perversely into the floor to ceiling bedroom windows of the finest hotel in Chicago. Its got a beam perfectly aimed to cast silhouetting shadows on the wall past the bed, where the illuminated couple lie. Its really like a mirrored orgy is going on from the moons angle, because it sees the couple on the bed as well as the couple on the wall.
It bares witness to the touches and sounds of one, and the touches and silence of the other. The moon delights in the Lights entering the Ls, who arched their backs in response of it; their hands writhed and clutched at their provider of pleasure. The Lights like to hold L by the very upper thigh, and just below the rear to guide himself in and L into it.
And he would tug the detective into him with such a firmness that just brought on eratic behavior from the receiver, but it would seem that that wasn't the case tonight. Though L's legs are around Light's back, and he's digging those strong heels of his into the brunet's lowerback, the inner response doesn't seem to be syncing together with the outer. Not even when Light pulled out, and peppered kisses down L's torso until he reached his groin where he lavished that sensative spot with attention from his tongue, and gentle nips from teeth which are covered by his pulled in lips, to put pressure against taken in bits of the detective's flesh.
Light wasn't buying having his hair grabbed by the man's thin fingers when he sucked L's member into his mouth, giving it a treatment that would make a vaccuum wonder what its doing wrong, while his right hand tugged at the base. Light doesn't have to wonder what's going through the man's head. He already knows very well that he's thinking about the case. He just doesn't know to what degree. Pulling away when the beading became more intense, he then sits up and repositions himself before shoving back in.
L felt his chest rising and falling as pleasure washed through his senses, unfortunately its being waisted on him, because his mind refuses to drop the issues from earlier mixed along with his own wonders about his present situation. Though it isn't by much, being 29 to his lover's 20, L can't help but wonder if this is what the men and women attached to people far younger than themselves feels. A sense of hunger. Affection. Curiousity to the situation, because at some point you're thinking- Why? The studious genius just turned 20 this year, which makes him even younger than L by that much.
He isn't attracted to Light's age, though. He's attracted to his mind. And where as its something that anyone would want to hear as a compliment, L doesn't flatter the male with it to gain his attention and affection because he's trying to seem unshallow, when he's really just hot for his other attributes. One attribute that he's flexing out on the man right now.
Light's soft lips are planting kisses against L's throat then lips, little licks and nips are alternated between the kisses; his hands, with the long elegant fingers, roll and knead the male's inner thighs with a circular motion.
'Who would take Near? No... the real question is what....'
Thumb between his teeth, he instinctively arches his back when his body is lifted to sit on Light's lap, and his hips drop down a bit more over Light's length deepening their connection; but he can't concentrate beyond the case.
Its a personal matter, though. So he supposed it can't really be considered an actual case- not the police that are involved anyway. They probably think he's waisting his time with looking for a hooker, but that doesn't make it any less important and in the process they've busted another sex ring auction. Its got its perks.
But to think... this funny little kid, who used to tell him of his bizzare tales of living on the streets has gone missing- vanishing without a trace. He'd be completely cold if he believed that he doesn't miss him. Near's monotone, his slightly off smile, and that scrutinizing glance he'd give him when he's eating sweets... He misses it all! And they've only ever had limited contact, that's how affective the teen is.
'They would have to be someone who's around a younger set all the time... someone who's had enough with watching eye-candy and has just decided to take- to keep!'
Light smiled when hearing a pleasured sigh, but all activity on his end stopped right then, and he sits back on the soft bouncy bedding, removing his lover from his lap. "You're obviously not mulling over how I'm the world's greatest lover. So I guess I should ask what your thoughts are on the case."
It wasn't a question, when it should have been. But Light is right, L is very distracted by it all. He couldn't even enjoy the deccadant German chocolate cake that Light had made him for dessert after their dinner out, though it wasn't on any romantic grounds that they had dinner out at a restaurant; L got back from the hospital rather late and Light as well, from the police station.
While they had their meal, the two discussed the interviews progressions; officers have been dispatched to a few of the dozens and hundreds of homes of men and women, who are involved in purchasing people online. The IP addresses went up to the double digits in the thousands as the F.B.I's hackers traced names of the PC's owners- it will undoubtedly be double that by morning. It wouldn't be possible to head out to all the homeowners houses, though, because a lot of them were viewing from other parts of the country- even overseas!
"I'd really hate to believe that Near has been taken overseas." L mulls over his thoughts out loud.
"I don't think he has, personally. But, L" He removes himself from the bed, not a stitch of modesty as he crosses the naturally-lit bedroom in the nude, to retrieve his robe and the detective's. "I've been thinking.... what if the person who has Near has been building up to this? He could have taken anyone from the streets, and I'm guessing by now the body would have been found."
"You mean, he's being purposefully kept?" L lets that comment sink in. "That's good for us then, so-long-as Near continues with being his abductor's type. What I've been thinking is that most of the younger people living on the streets are always accompanied by a guardian, because they're homeless as a family."
"Despite Near being almost seventeen, he sure doesn't look it." Taking a seat beside the male once his thick, royal blue robe is tied in place, he continues brainstorming with him. "I'd say whoever took him has to be working closely with children and young teens who aren't easily accessable."
"I was at the same conclusion. The person who's done this is either a teacher, works in a recreational center, or..." He paused. Drawing his legs up to his chest, his toes wriggle and play against each other.
"Or?" Light probes.
"Oh, I was leaving room for you to bring something to the table."
Casting L a weary look, Light then shoves the pensive detective from his mental perch, instructing him with continued shoves over to the small table where their laptops are stationed. L latched onto his robe, slipping it on along the short trip.
The two were able to work for a solid fifteen minutes, delving into the police system for minor sex offenders who might now be working in either field that L had mentioned before. They didn't bother right away with the most hardened offenders, knowing those men are often checked-up on due to the frequency of their letcherous behavior- plus, their homes have already been searched last month.
The additional illumination in the room caught both men's attention before the ringtone played. It's L's phone. Crossing the bedroom he then grabs it from the dresser, flipping it open to speak; he doesn't bother with checking the number of the caller- trivial people do not call L.
"L, Matt was attacked by Near's abductor!" Mello shouts over his head.
He's beyond panicked by this point with the way his tone has elevated. The knowledge of this news must not have been something the two sat on and mulled over before calling L, the urgency in Mello's voice makes it sound as if it has just happened, or at least... that he'd just found out himself.
"Go to Loretto Hospital in South Central Avenue. Light and I will meet you there." He instructs.
Light's already up from his seat and getting dressed. He can finish what they were doing down at the station, and in the car on the drive over. He was a little in wonder of how Mello could let the man get away when he was assaulting Matt, but with their lifestyle he may not have been out with his companion. To Light, its stupid really. The two of them shouldn't be worrying about messing around with Johns for cash, L can pay them whatever they need while the investigation is going on, so what was Matt thinking?!
Watching his hurried lover's, almost stabbing movements, he felt inclined to confess his feelings on the matter. "I'm responsible for Matt going out on a job."
"You're responsible?" Light doesn't miss a step with zipping his pants and buttoning them up.
"Matt was wondering what was left for any of them, and I didn't give him a clear answer." L replied. Calmly, he dresses but his movements are a bit sluggish. "I wasn't aware that he was wondering if he could still sell himself for sex, to the extent of taking someone that quickly to know."
"And what are the odds, I mean, how does he know it was Near's abductor?" He opens the door for them, and once L is in the hall, he follows him out of the door.
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"He's beaten you pretty badly, are you hurt anywhere else?" L asks, while by the jaw he's turning Matt's bruised face from left to right within his grasp. "Did he rape you?"
He shakes his head to the last question. "I hurt everywhere... I think he broke my nose." Matt confesses.
"Its swollen, but not broken." L's touching the appendage. "How long ago was the attack?"
"....I don't know. Right after you left me."
"Three hours. What were you doing in the meantime?"
The detective schooled his anger that Matt didn't call him right away. It isn't his fault anyway, he's sure that in all the years that the male has lived on the streets, selling himself for sexual pleasures, no one has intentionally tried hurting him. He must have been very shaken up, and didn't think about all the right things that should have been done following the attack.
"Having a cringe session in the shower... I'm sorry, L" He said remorsefully. "I should have called you right when it happened, but all I could do was run... I couldn't think beyond the panic. And as I ran off, I heard him shout something at me... it didn't even register really, not until I thought about it."
God! And this was just like that time with his Mother, when he'd been drugged, and wasn't aware that he was with her.... He's never fully aware of anything- he may as well have stayed on the track of being high! What's wrong with him?!
"L, I've tried remembering... but I can't! I blew it.... Near's gonna be killed, and its my fault."
"Calm down... Near's not going to be killed just because his abductor recognized that he used to walk the streets with you." He swabs another cut to the male's face.
"But, I can't remember anything about him beyond his attacking me."
"What did he say to you about Near? Do you remember that?" He stands from the stool he'd perched on when ready to trade places with Light.
His 5'9" height seemed taller to the shrinking red head, who dropped his eyes to his lap. As if L weren't making him feel badly enough, without even doing anything, now he's gonna have to hear it from Light Yagami, who blames them for Near refusing to go back to the orphanage with him.
"He said that, he'd say "Hi" to Near for me." He shakes his head. "Or maybe that Near was the one saying it, to me... I don't know. It all happened too fast."
Taking L's place, Light lifts Matt's head from under his chin. "Matt, stop beating yourself up about it... I'm gonna help you remember what happened by a cognitive interview, so we can get his identity from his face. But you have to listen to me, okay?"
Matt nods, but he can't meet the male's scrutinizing eyes.
"Good. Now, close your eyes." Light instructs.
Watching them, Mello can feel his agitations rising. Whatever this interview is, it won't help anything. He'd already questioned Matt about what happened, and L has just now... So what made Light any better at it, just because he's got a fancy name to go along with it?
"This is ridiculous," He says out loud. "He doesn't remember, I've already asked him!"
"Mello, hush."
It was that simple of a command from the wide eyed detective, and he clammed up. Not because he'd told him to verbally, but because of how much he said with so little to say it. Impatient with the matter, all the same, he exits the room.
"Okay... relax your breathing, and listen to me."
"Okay." Keeping his eyes closed, he waits to listen for whatever Light will say, or feel whatever Light will do.
He's never taken a cognitive interview before; he might get needled into remembering for all he knows about it. Is that possible?
"Imagine that you're with L, the last time you saw him." Light instructs, his voice is calm and even... relaxing, one could describe it. "What do you hear?"
Matt's brows furrowed at such an unusual question, but he thinks back to earlier. What does he hear? What does he hear?
"I can hear the fountain going... water keeps hitting my hand whenever the bubbling gets intense." He replies once the shock of the question wore off, and he allowed himself to concentrate. "And... couples are talking while they hang around."
"Good. Can you smell anything?"
"Smell? What does that have to do with anything?" He opens his eyes.
Steeling himself, he assures the disbeliever. "Just focus, trust me, it helps. Now what do you smell?"
Positive Light has gone off his rocker in the 'boyfriend stalking your movement mode', he closes his eyes and thinks back to earlier. "....I can smell my cigarette, and the junk L has inside the bag he was carrying.. its mostly chocolate based, and some lemon things."
Matt can smell it, he can actually smell it! Its so freaky! He can even see L's face when he looks over at him, instead of up at the sky. He can hear all the things he'd mentioned to Light. And now, through the haze, he can hear Light.
"Its weird, but you can feel someone's eyes on you. Can't you?"
"Yeah... sometimes guys or women look at me. Its how I know they're interested."
"Excellent. Now, L is leaving you alone... where do you go?"
"Umm," He shakes his head. "I'm walking around for a little bit... I can see a frog jumping in the grass."
"That's not the only thing you see, there's a John waiting for you. Is he calling you over, or do you go over to him?"
Its fuzzy, but he can see the John standing outside of his car, waving him over- no, wait! He wasn't waving him over.
"He didn't wave me over; there're a few cars parked by the street over there... but this guy flashed the lights in his car to get my attention."
That got Light and L's attention. So the younger detective asks. "Is that common?"
"No. Most guys don't park and wait up for us, they know our usual spots and drive up slowly with the window rolling down."
"Okay, now you're up at the car... you're looking into the window at him- can you see what he looks like?"
"...No, it's too dark." Matt thinks. "I can hear him, though. His voice is high, I remember because I thought it didn't match his face."
"Do you get in the car?"
"Yeah... I got in the back- he joined me." He nods.
Hearing their conversation, he hears the man speaking.
"He was loaded too, not drunk, but with money. He offered me three hundred dollars."
"He doesn't take you anywhere?"
Matt shakes his head. "He just climbed in back with me. Hn." He scoffs. "He was so awkward about every move he makes, I thought the guy must be a newbie."
'That must be how he got Near to trust him. He appears awkward so you relax, then he lets his true nature show.'
L thinks. Side-eyeing the open door, he can see Mello lurking in the doorway. L was sure the fiery blond would like to get his hands on the man for offending him twice by hurting the other person he cares about.
"What's going on now? He's getting his gratification from you, is he gentle or forceful?"
"I know this might sound weird..."
Says the man's voice in Matt's head, while he says it out loud.
"I know this might sound weird, but my wife... she never wants to try anything exciting or new in the bedroom." Matt interprets for them. "Would you mind if we... used some things?" Matt's hands balled into fist. "God, he just seemed so damned shy, I let him stick one of those rubber ball gags in my mouth."
"Do you try to say anything to him once its in?"
"No, I hate those things... you always end up drooling all over yourself."
"Is he kissing you?"
"Yeah, once the ball is in place he does.... he keeps biting my bottom lips, going on about how he likes the way its pouting with the ball in."
The three turn their attention to the door where Mello just punched the wall. Striding over to the door, L shoves it closed then returns to standing beside Light and Matt.
"When did he let on about Near?"
"Huh?" Matt's quiet a moment, thinking it over. He can see everything so clearly now. "He doesn't mention Near yet, he's too busy kissing me all over my face. But... he did look at me for a long time, before bringing up tying up my legs."
"Where does he tie them? Is he still behaving shyly?"
Matt shakes his head. "A little bit, but he's undressing me. ....He's really rough about it."
He can see his attacker's shadow looming over him, while his hands roughly jerk his clothing free from the waste down.
"I can tell he wants to bite me, just by the way he's kissing my torso."
The man's mouth parted, his teeth kept touching his skin like when you see a shark's fin cresting above the water. You know its in the premises, but it has yet to make a move.
"He bit me, lightly at first, but then he really sank his teeth in." He started to open his eyes; prepared to lift his shirt to show them the welt, but Light stops him.
"Stay focused, Matt! Tell me what else you see."
"He apologized, then reached for some rope on the seat of the passanger's side of the car." He can feel himself about to panic, until L's hand came down on his shoulder. "He asked if he could tie my legs up again, I said it was ok... it seemed like he was gonna tie me with a g-string knot."
Light would have inquired about that, but he felt no need.
Matt swallowed over a lump in his throat. "He shoved his head between my thighs, it was so awkward.... He said some dumb shit, like..."
"Heeere's Johnny!"
"Then he shoved his fingers into me." His eyes scrunch. "He didn't suck on them, or spit on them or anything... he just shoved them in."
"Is that when you panicked?"
"Yeah... I couldn't free myself from him though; he was laughing.... and motorboating my nuts, until he bit my dick to keep it from hitting him in the face while I was wriggling about."
"That's right you little whore... fight me.."
He ground out.
Light blinked when Matt repeated the man's words. "You're scared Matt, more scared than you've ever been in your life... but you did manage to see the man's face, some distinctive feature about him."
"He finally moves his head from between my legs, and he's punching me- but I'm kicking at him in the process." He cocks his head. "Other cars are going by, the lights are coming in through the windows. He's got me by the wrist, and he leans down to headbutt me... it hit me on the nose, but when he moved away to say something I lunged forward and bit at him... I know I got him somewhere, good enough for him to back off and give me time to untie my legs."
Matt's throwing his attention all over the place, their wriggling, and thrashing. Right before the man grabbed him by the back of the head and shoved him into the back window.
"His eyes are green!" He calls out, popping his eyes open. "I saw that three times, before I got in the car, when he grabbed my wrist, and before he threw me into the back window!"
"Do you have his hair color?" Light asks. "You must have seen that too?"
"Black, and he's really pale... not as pale as L though. His features aren't clear enough." He squeezes his eyes shut harder, to milk his memory of every last drop. "Not even the shape of his nose.... I'm sorry." He opens his eyes looking between the two sorrowfully.
"No, you've done fine. Thank you, Matt." L squeezes his shoulder.
"Really?" Standing, he follows the detective with his eyes.
"Yes." Opening the door. "Unless that man believes you could ID him, he won't change his appearance."
Matt had nothing to say, but he adds to his tale. "I left with out my pants on... I was running pretty fast, but I still heard him calling out to me before he drove off. He said he'd say hello to Near for me."
"I'm sorry for your pain, but you've been very helpful, Matt, really." He moves aside when the red head goes in for the exit. "Mello, go back to the hotel and stay there." His dark gaze shoots to Mello, who's standing bristled outside of the room. "No playing hero, and no jobs. I'll provide you with however much you need. Understood?"
"Yes." He replied in a clipped tone. "Why just me? What's Matt gonna do?"
"Matt," L looks at him.
"Yeah?"
"Have you had a bowel movement since your attack?"
Taken aback, and slightly embarrassed, he shakes his head.
"Matt will be staying here to receive tests for dirt or skin samples from the attacker." L explains. "Something could have been left behind when he fingered you."
As if the initial assault weren't enough to turn his stomach, now he could have dirt from the man's fingernails sitting around inside of him. Matt went puke green. But, agrees through a nod to being tested.
"Good. ...Go back to the hotel, Mello." And this time he's practically shoving him towards the elevator. "We'll call you if we get anything."
Mello looked at Matt before departing. He walked out of the hospital feeling pissed beyond belief, but then something dawned on him. Matt never once said anything about the man wearing gloves. And his lover explained, when he'd questioned him at the hotel, that once his legs were free, he bolted. That means he chucked the ball-gag outside, and the attacker didn't drive off with it!
'They were at the fountain... I hope its still there.'
He takes off at a sprint for the park.
"This isn't gonna hurt is it?" Matt asks when left alone with the two detectives.
"No. You won't feel anything beyond the initial penatration." L explains.
"L, what about the search?"
"You continue with the search, I'll tend to Matt."
"Hey, did you guys get the results back from that blood sample- on the tissue, I mean."
"Yes."
"And?"
L's big eyes side-eyed him. "And we're going to hold out on arresting him."
"Why?" Matt can't believe what he's hearing! They're just gonna sit around and do nothing. "Are you insane?"
Light steps in by explaining. "Matt, by now Mikami has seen the news about the raid."
"Mikami!? I knew that guy had something to hide!"
"Calm down, you were smart to take that tissue... the blood on it belonged to Beyond Birthday." He nods to a room right across from where they are at the moment.
Matt looks over his shoulder at a pale slip of a man, laying in bed like a vegetable. "Did you ask him about Near."
"He's under the influence, even with drugs out of his system," L steers Matt out of the room and down the hall, after spotting a nurse. "there's years of damage done to him because he's had so much pumped into him."
"Oh, but why aren't you arresting Mikami?"
"Because, he knows that Beyond was taken in..." Light says. "And if he thinks he'll talk, then Mikami will come here, either to silence him or claim him. That's when we'll arrest him. He has no reason to panic right now, so he won't skip town on assumption that he's been questioned. There's also the fact that he knows no matter where he goes, the police will find him because we have his name and face. It's safer to get rid of Beyond than it is to simply run."
"I still can't believe it... I knew his house seemed too clean, he was covering up what he'd been doing." He punched his palm with his fist. "I wonder who beat him up though?"
"That's for the police to find out." Light stops following them. "L, I'll call you if I get anything."
"Alright."
Light exits the hospital.
"The gowns are over there... please don't feel this is a violation."
Again, Matt felt himself turn green.
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'Three hours... dammit, Matt! You gave that guy three hours to return for that gag.'
Mello landed on the bed, with enough added weight for an onlooker to know the extent of his heavy sorrows. Face planted into the fluffy pillow, he sighed into an aggitated groan. He hates that guy, he really fucking hates him! Its bad enough he took Near, but then he seeks out Matt and violates him as well!? He can't let him get away with it anymore. He can't allow this man to continue doing what he's doing.
'How did he know about Matt? Did he see us with Near, or did one of the Johns we questioned warn him?'
Turning his head, he stares at the empty spot on the large bed where Matt should be. 'That could make it anyone.... but... it could only really be a regular- random guys wouldn't know from Matt and me well enough to tag the two of us, not to mention know that we were with Near!' He sits up on the back of his legs, hands extended forward on the bed to support his lean. 'Which one could it have been?'
Closing his eyes, he opens the mental roll-index of faces belonging to Johns who have frequently been with him and Matt during the time they've begun questioning them, along with any of them who were watching the three of them when they were doing piggy-backs. One of those men had to have been lying, and it would have shown on their face- granted it wasn't buried in one of their crotches as they spoke. But even that was tale-telling, because there would have been an odd pause as opposed to a thoughtful one.
'....There were three! A blond, a red head, and a grey haired man... they all seemed to have a weird pause when I asked about Near.'
He triumphantly balled his hands into fist. 'I'll track them down tomorrow morning.... I'll even get some help in the questioning process.' A vindictive sneer crosses his face. 'You're a dead man for what you've done... Just wait for it.'
.........
It was the weirdest thing... one second Mello is all tucked into bed and sleeping, then he's awake and staring at a darkened corner of the room. He cocks his head at the human-esque form seated on the chair of the writing desk, where he'd thrown Matt's jeans and boxers, the only thing he'd found at the location Matt had been assaulted.
"....Is someone there?" He asks the darkness.
The shadow twitched everso slightly; you'd almost believe that your eyes had just been playing a trick on you. But Mello wasn't imagining things when it got up from its seat and heads over to the bed. If he were anyone else, he supposed he would have shrank away from the ghost, but he does no such thing. He readily stands his ground, and waits for the darkness to come.
"I had thoughts exactly like yours when I first started out." A familiar voice said, before the owner's weight sits on the bed. "Maybe not exactly, because I was thinking about how I wouldn't let the darkness bury me... but you willingly let it come in."
"I guess I'm stronger than you in that sense, Near... I don't mind being swallowed." He replied quickly. He could never forget that detached monotone that is Near.
"I don't want you getting hurt looking for me."
"I'm not some weakling you have to look out for..." Propping himself up on his elbow, he snips at the dark mass beside him. "You were the one who decided to come into our lives, we didn't have to let you join us.... so if you're going to leave it'll be our decision."
"Hn..." He scoffs with a smile. "And they call me stubborn."
"Look, you're clearly a figment of my imagination, can't you just smile and be happy that I care about you that much." He gasps when a cool hand touches his cheek, remaining there.
"Mello.... you can't care about me."
"Says you...." Teeth grit, he lets out a huff. "Near, just answer me one question... Are you dead?" He can feel the weight on the bed shifting, and he leans down a bit when Near's seated weight dips his lighter, while laying, weight in a sway.
"I can't answer that..."
"Why!? Because you think that I can't take it?!" He sits up, shoving the dark cloud away. "Fuck you, you little shit."
"Its because you're dreaming... I can't answer you, because you don't know yourself."
Silenced, he looks down at his lap in agitation. "Well, can't you just tell me- people have clairvoyant dreams all the time... this could be one of them."
"Not likely... do you possess some psychic abilities that we're all unaware of?"
"No."
"Then there's your answer, stupid."
Glaring, Mello can't help but staunch his rage in that quick an instant. "Tch... why do I like you when all you ever do is piss me off. Huh?"
"Obviously, its because you're an idiot."
Smiling faintly, Mello looks up at the dark ceiling. "I may not know the answer to your well-being, but... I do know what one thing about you feels like..."
Reaching his hand up, he tucks it behind the male's head pulling him over to him til their mouths meet. The kiss is firm, tongue invasive, and heartfelt. He's missed the male so much, simply wanting to squeeze his scrawny little body with a hug has turned almost carnal. His dreams have gotten embarrassingly sexual, when they aren't incredibly depressing. It would seem that tonight was one of those other nights, judging by the sound of clothing dropping to the floor from Near's body.
Their movements pick up the pace, while their mouths never part beyond a single breath or two. Since he's dreaming, Mello doesn't have to bother with undressing himself since he can just invision his clothing has been removed. And he can recall every touch, every taste, and smell of the male from just those few times that the three or even just the two of them have been together.
Mello can feel his weight sitting on his lap, rising and falling over his hardening need, at the pace that's he's getting his buttocks kneaded. They're 'marathon runner' breathless, from just a grind session. His dream-lover lurched forward in a moan, when Mello's slender finger brushed at his entrance with a bit of pressure but it does not dip inside, it just whirls lazily around and around; slickened by the leakage from both of them.
A song of moans fills the air from both orphans, as they rock and roll their hips together. Mello arched from the bed, when Near's rock became a bounce, and he popped his hips feverishly well against Mello's lap. And their tongues flirt left and right into one another's mouth, until Near moves away from him.
Mello watched as the younger male scoots from his lap and down over his legs, to make it easier on him while he turns around to expose his back to him. With assistance, he's pulled back over his lap and over the dreamer's length; feeling a light push against the center of his back, Near leans forward to lay against Mello's legs. Their sluggish movements, combined with the heat of their bodies was like a large pot of water sitting on low simmer. And they love it. Near's fingernails are digging into Mello's calves as he uses them like a means of sliding up and down.
Mello's got his thumbs massaging around his covered appendage, and his palms circulate around the presented rear on his lap as well.
The dreamer chuckles when wet streaks are licked against his inner thigh, and the back of his knee; and he just shuddered to the core when Near laughed back at him, a low and whispy sound, that Mello just missed. Holding Near's waist, he tugs him a bit so to tell him to arch his back; and when the white haired male's face meets his own, he bucks into the teens bounce at full force. If it were a movie, and they had a shot from collar up, you'd swear they are a couple just sweetly kissing to pass the time.
And there wasn't much time left between them as the wetdream shot out of their when Mello shot into him. Just as every other time. Outside of his mind, the blond lay scrunched in the bed, like a kicked puppy in the corner.
I realize that while I became Near to protect myself from the life... I had a few moments when I, Nate River, came to the surface. Though, these occurances were merely me being on the outside and looking in on myself, as Near went on about his business in a fog. He had no idea what was wrong with him, and as I watched I could only assume it was from side effects of the drug constantly being slipped into him.
You might wonder what got Gevanni off since his torture lust was somewhat cut-off, and he could no longer risk being ID'd by Matt or Mello, knowing they'd be on the look out for him. Well, that's simple. To get off, he delighted in the very fact that his uptight prude of a lover knew nothing about their having sex, because he's been drugged.
And he did it in even the dumbest situations that it makes me sick to this day thinking about it. And even moreso because... I was seriously becoming a living sex Doll.
"This is ridiculous.." Near says to Gevanni.
The two are in the living room "working out", by doing some couples yoga. Gevanni is standing upright, holding Near at the hips up against his lap. The white haired male has his legs wrapped around his lover's waist- "lover" since that's who the man is to him when Near isn't on the clock as his butler. He's also holding Gevanni by the bicep.
"That's because your legs are supposed to be extended, not wrapped around me."
A smirk on his face, Near replies casually to himself. "Sounds like a good way to disjoint your arms."
Snickering, Gevanni jerks him forward and nuzzles his nose into Near's. "Are you calling me weak, or yourself fat?"
"I'm obviously not fat." He says cockily.
"Oh that's it, pal." He teased. "No dinner for you."
"Seeing that I'm the one who cooks it, I should be saying that to you."
"Your cooking stinks anyway," He kisses him on the neck. "you'd be doing me a favor; spread your legs open."
Strengthening his grip on the man's arms, he gives his legs a quick parting into the spread eagle position. "I can't believe how flexible I am." He marvels at the perfect split.
Gevanni was appreciating his handy work as well, especially the tightening of his pants having Near's weight pressed into him while he's holding himself up. Maybe it was time to rehydrate. He really wanted to wait to slip him a dose until after they did some floor stuff, but he didn't think he'd get this hard this fast. Just looking at the child-like manner the teen projects sets his blood on fire. Add that with his blatant disinterest in anything sexually entertaining, and its a more organic Viagra.
"Cut it out..." He wriggles his hips trying to adjust the weight change. "We can do that later." And he meant the kissing, he's actually too distracted to feel the buldge resting against him.
"You're such a tease." He kisses him again.
"An expensive tease."
Gevanni's eyes half-lid when Near dropped his weight back on his straightened arms. It reminded him of when he'd tied him up in those first months, and they used the apparatus swing. The vertical swing is his favorite.
"Gevanni... I asked what's next?"
Shaking off the euphoria, he replies. "Its the scissor." Kneeling, he waits until Near is laying on his side on the floor, before he takes his right leg by the ankle and pulls it up towards his head. Straddling the leg on the floor, he leans forward a bit and asks. "Does that hurt?"
He had to swallow away his trembling desires as another flashback spun through his thoughts. It was Easter, he parted the male's legs just like this but... at the time he wasn't flexible at all, he was almost as stiff as a stick of glue. He had to lay his full weight against the small spread of his legs, and while he plowed him in the middle he rolled him in the process. At first he fucked him while Near was on his side, dropping the teen's leg to the side he then fucked him while he lay on his back, then his front, and to his other side and never once did he pull out to readjust. He came so hard that day he seriously needed a nap afterwards.
Some nights he would sneak to the basement and crack the door, listening to the boy as he shouted profanities into airspace because he believed his captor was somewhere else in the house. Or he would listen in while Near cried. Drugging Near was becoming just like that, only now he doesn't have to seclude himself in that stinky, grime soaked basement. He could take the boy anywhere in or out of the house, and its glorious.
The ecstacy worked so well, he'd even had Near behaving as though he were his neighbor's son, who liked to visit the friendly man next door. He'd get to play with him and the toys over at his house, and in exchange he would play with him and a man's toys. Its even better because in the back of his mind, he knew Near knew and would never know anything about it. If he did know, he'd surely be arrested. Some fantasy foreplay is just unacceptable in society.
"Near... we should break for a drink. I'll make us a smoothie."
"I want blueberry." He says rolling over onto his back.
"Gross." Gevanni commented.
Sticking his tongue out after him, he rolls over again. 'Why am I on the floor?' He wonders.
He's been forgetting a lot of things lately. Wonder what that's about?
In the kitchen, Gevanni smiles as he mixes a concoction of fruits and a squeeze of lemon, in the Ninja blender. The whirling blades grind and render the add-ins of different colors and shades into one smooth purplish blob. Once he's done blending, Gevanni pours the drink into a glass then soaps up and cleans the juicer's cup and blade before making his own.
It didn't take him long before he found himself back in the living room. Looking left then right around the stretch of the room, he cocks his head. "Near?" He sets the two glasses down on the coffee table. "Near?" He calls again.
Hearing a faint knocking against the wall, he turns around to see the male tucked away in the corner of the room. Walking over, he kneels down beside him, touching his shoulder; Near jumped a foot, before turning around.
"What are you doing?"
Sighing, Near glances behind the man before saying. "I'm really tired... I just thought I'd rest my head."
"So you chose a corner of the room? Near, if you're tired then lay on the couch."
"What couch?" He argues meekly.
Dumbfounded as to where this is coming from, Gevanni points over his shoulder. "That, that thing over there. That couch."
Cocking his head, Near appears genuinely confused by the sight of the thing. "Where'd that come from?"
"Are you ok? You seem kind of out of it."
"Huh?" Drowsy, he begins to stand up from the floor- or at least he tried to- but he instead falls flat on his butt. "Whoa..." He laughs.
"Up we go." Gevanni helps the dizzy male from the floor. "What'd you drop acid while I was out?"
That seemed funny to the younger male, causing him to laugh and laugh on their way to the couch, where he's plopped down roughly onto his butt.
"Here, you clearly need to eat something." He hands him the glass of yogurt and fruit.
"What's going on?" He asks; taking the glass, he stares at the contents. "Gevanni... where are the grey walls?"
"Grey walls?"
"There wasn't a couch, there were grey walls.... and a really dirty futon."
'What's he trying to pull?'
Wonders Gevanni.
His suspicions high, he wonders what the male will say next? He knew that if it were the wrong thing, Near's gonna get the 'treatment'. He got it one time when the boy tried to escape when he was tying him up. Near got all the way to the door, but Gevanni caught him and dragged him back down the stairs where he proceeded to strangle him unconcious with his belt strapped around his throat. As if he couldn't wait for the next words from his doll's mouth, his fingers tap hungrily against the fasten of his belt.
"I think I might be asleep... Am I asleep?"
"Nnnooo." His brows furrow in contemplation. 'I should check the side effects label on those pills- what am I saying, I threw it out when I switched the bottle it came in.' Lowering his belting hand to the couch beside him, he taps his finger thoughtfully into the cushion. 'I should go to the drugstore... don't be stupid Stephen, go online.'
Swallowing a gulp of his fruity drink, Near looks at the contents in the glass. "What the hell is this?"
"Yogurt, blueberries, and a squeeze of lemon... its your favorite."
"....Do I like this?"
Snowballed, Gevanni replied. "I just told you that its your favorite.... maybe you should take a nap."
Slipping the pale blue sweat-resistant t-shirt over his head, he leans back against the arm of the couch. "Why would I wanna do that?" His index finger traces lazy circles around his naval, brushing teasingly at the band of his workout pants. "There are better things to do on a rainy day..." His socked foot creeps along the length of Gevanni's shorts-bare leg, until the pad rests against the man's crotch.
'Its not raining.... Maybe I should cut back on the druggings.'
Watching the teen shove his pants down, he scoffs at his own stupidity. 'I must be insane, this is awesome! Let him become a 'paste eater', its the same thing as having him tied up and beaten. And if I sell him off, he won't be able to say a word.'
"Suck on it... I can't reach myself." Says the teen, slowly stroking his length.
'You could if you weren't so damned stiff.'
He recalled countless times when Near was a captive doll, when he would shove him over in a bend, trying to get him to reach his genitals. It wasn't taking, even when he forced him. He'd need longer than a few months training, which is why they need to get back to sexercises. What were they talking about again? Why is he thinking about any of that?
'God, now the little creep is confusing me!'
Easing his growing frustration, he looks over at the eye candy beside him. He seems thoroughly occupied with jerking himself off.
'"Suck on it", where does he get off asking for sexual favors... he's supposed to give pleasure to ME.'
Thinks the man.
A low moan from Near brought him from his thoughts, and he finds that the teen has fallen asleep; it brought out a certain smile on the man's face, and he took the unconscious male downstairs into the basement.
When I woke up, I was dressed in a silky two-piece tank top and night shorts for a woman, with a soar ass, and a bad taste in my mouth. It was becoming scary living there, I lost control of almost everything... my appetite, my senses... I even got sick a few times with diarrhea, thankfully not when Gevanni was around... despite how I feel about him, at the time I was still under the assumption that I loved him, which meant I wanted to look good in his eyes.
I still suffer from psychomotor disorder, but I remember one time when it was especially bad. We were having lunch....
"Near, can you get me a cup of milk?"
"Yes, sir." Always "sir" on business hours.
He moved away from the counter, where he was fixing the man a plate of sandwiches, because it would seem a glass of milk is more important than food at the moment. On the way over to the refrigerator, he nearly fell on his face from his right leg jetting left so abruptly. Staggered, he grabs onto the rim of the island counter; the thin trim sliced into his palm, the skin peeled back but it thankfully doesn't bleed. Embarrassed he looks over his shoulder, but Gevanni remains in a disinterested stupor over his actions.
Composed, he retrieves the milk then a glass from the cupboard. He latched onto his trembling wrist before pouring the milk into the glass to keep himself from spilling it. Returning the drink without further interruption, it doesn't go as smoothly once he arrived with it at the table.
His throat made an involuntary sound, before his arm shot out to the side causing him to hurl the glass across the kitchen towards the living room.
Rattled, Near gives Gevanni a wide-eyed frightened look, before saying in a panicked voice. "Gevanni... I think something might be wrong with me." His shaking body sits down on a chair beside him, but he sort of missed the distance of where the chair is placed to his butt and he instead hit the edge of the seat before toppling off of it. "Oof!"
Gevanni glared at the mess across the room, then down at its maker.
"Gevanni... please, I'm scared." Confessed the teen when his legs began scooting and convusling against the floor.
"Clean that up!" He barked, ignoring the boy's words.
Near couldn't respond, he just drew his legs into his chest, wrapping his arms around them to keep them from moving.
"Near.." The man ground out, getting up from his seat.
"I said I'm scared!!" He snapped at him.
"If you're tired of working here, than quit!"
Grabbing him by the collar of his snow white workshirt, he drags him over to the mess; snatching a cleaning rag from the island counter on the way by. Tossing it, then Near to the floor by the mess, he places his hands on his hips in wait.
"But since you still need this job, you're going to have to do as you're told." Crouching down, he snips in his ear. "I don't care if you lick the shit up, just get it off the floor."
Near bit back his tears; picking up the hand towel, he wipes it through the white mess. The glass it was in, thankfully, only split in two rather than shattering to have made an even bigger mess.
'He's probably just had a bad day at work, he's not cruel to me...'
He tells himself to keep the tears dropping against the towel from getting any worse.
But thinking that only seemed to make them worse, and he hunched over and let them out, sobbing sounds and all.
"Fucking whiner!" He raised his right leg and slammed it down into the incompetant male's back! Over and over! Like he's stomping out a fire.
Near gasped, and blinked. Wait... why is he standing up? He doesn't recall getting up from the floor. And the plate of sandwiches, he's still standing infront of them... a slice of bread in one hand, and a mayonaise covered knife in the other.
"Near? Can I get a glass of milk?" Gevanni asks.
"Ssssure."
His confusion shows all over his face, while he fixes the man a glass of milk. Was he dreaming? That's never happened before, not ever. And why was it so vivid?
"Here you are, sir."
He goes to hand the man his drink when, as if on cue, the glass went flying from his hand! It lands across the room in the exact same place, and broken manner it had in his daydream. Wide-eyed with fright, Near looks at Gevanni, waiting for the explosion.
"Wow..." He laughs. "If that's your way of asking for a raise, alright... just don't hurt me, kung-fu master." Patting the male on the head, he laughs again.
"I didn't mean to do that.... my arm just sort of threw it." He's sure to look where he's sitting before lowering himself to the booth's seat.
"Have you ever done it before?" The man asks while getting up to retrieve a towel, and with it HE cleans the mess up. "You told me about your lame legs, maybe you have muscle spasms too?"
"I... I don't know."
"Hmm."
"...Do you think you could see me to take a doctor?"
"What?"
"I mean, can you take me to see a doctor?" He corrects himself.
After a long pause, he says slowly. "I suppose...." Straightening up with the wet towel, and two pieces of broken glass, he walks them over to the sink speaking normally. "But, maybe I could bring someone here to see you, afterall, you're kind of all over the place... wouldn't want you opening the car door on the way there and falling out while its still moving."
"That sounds like a good idea." He nods. "Thank you." Watching his boss throw away the glass, and drop the towel off in the laundry, he adds. "Sorry about that."
"It wasn't your fault. Don't worry about it." His hands drop down onto the teen's shoulders, and he kisses him on top of his head. "Why don't you take the rest of the day off... you can nap, or play with your toys or something. I'll call a doctor."
"Okay." He gets up from the table, hand to his wobbling head, and he heads off to his bedroom.
During his months with Gevanni, he's accumulated a few stuffed animals, and a couple Street Fighter action figures, and Gundams. He keeps them in a box in the closet. Removing the bear, and a grey and black Gundam, he walks them over to the bed where he lays down heavily and sighs.
"What's wrong with me?" He asks the white bear, who stares blankly at him.
Lowering the robot to the bed; he holds the bears rounded paw in his other to make it caress his cheek with kind empathy. Shaking the bear before his face, he can hear it speaking to him.
"I think you'll feel much better once the doctor sees you, Near.... definitely."
"I hope so.... why am I seeing the doctor again?"
"Nevermind that, but don't take anymore drinks from Gevanni... He's watching you."
Blinking, he looks over at the open entrance. A shadow wanders out of view. He doesn't know why, but he pulls the bear in close, hugging him for safety from a man that's almost never done anything to hurt him. Those times before, he was just being really jealous... he never meant it, and he always apologized afterwards.
Near watches as the Gundam grows in size to nearly 8 feet, before it walks to the door where it faces the hall like a soldier standing guard. Assured of his safety, though he doesn't know what he needs protection for, he falls into a deep sleep.
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