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Aftermath	By : animekid Category: Death Note > General Views: 1903 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Aftermath

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Yeah I haven't wrote anything in a
while; most of my stuff is incomplete -_-;

I actually haven't had motivation to
finish anything of my works; even new stuff get boring after a while.
It's due to the fact that I have been dealing with a lot of personal
issues; taxing and stressful.

BUT! I wanted to see more NearxL;
suddenly craving it like a hunger ^_^ So I decided to do this ficlet.

Slight AU; Takes place right after
chapter 107 when Raito finally got what was coming to him and Near
solved the Kira case.

It was over

It was finally over

'Then why do I still feel miserable?'

Near played with his set of vehicle
that consisted of airplanes, cars, buses, and motorcycles. 'Light
ended up destroying himself at the end, the world is almost back to
normal besides a few extremists, and I finally proved I was right'

The silvered hair teen bit his lip; his heart wasn't in games today.
He set his toys down neatly on the desk and sat in an arm chair.

He had a hotel room in Japan; he was investigating a case involving a
copy cat murder. The killer enjoyed using mystery and horror book
murders for his crimes; the police have been seeking him for almost a
half a year before he was called in.

The room was fully furnished; a desk by the window, overlooking the
lush grass of the tennis court outside near the hotel lot. It
contained a few chairs, a mini-bar with snacks and drinks, and a
bathroom with a full bath.

Nate twisted his hair; he tried not to think of trivial things. No,
when he did his mind would wander and it would build and mutate,
causing him to have the simplistic emotional outbursts that was
common in morons. He considered that Mello's ultimate weakness and
downfall.

The teen always...envied Mello. Mello was complex; he was simple and
unorthodox at the same time. Unlike himself, the blond had respect,
friends, even partners.

Nate River was judged as being a cold, aloof, spoiled, downright
asshole of a teen; a superficial L.

He twisted his hair tighter; Mello was the closest thing he had to a
'friend.' Sure he had respect of authority, but that was nothing as a
person saying his word, speaking out over him, and showing that he
could go toe to toe with him, without backing down. Mello's feelings
towards him wasn't false at all.

'L...' He bit his lip as his mind started to wander of it's own
accord; L was the only other person that brought emotions to the
stoic boy. Unlike the blond, who would bring frustration, annoyance,
and some amusement, L would bring warmth, motivation, and...

Near sighed and crawled slowly out the chair; he flopped on the queen
sized bed face first, looking younger than he actually was. He
wiggled his toes within his white socks. 'L...why...why couldn't I do
this before you died?' Pale hair hid within the folds of his arms.
'L...dammit all; revenge doesn't feel as sweet as they say.'

He avenged his mentor's death for what? What did he have to show for
it? Nothing...

Nate recalled years ago when he first seen L; a rush of children and
Mello gathered around the fancy car outside. The young man was
busying himself with a 10,000 puzzle of the square of London, near
the window of his shared room with the chocolate addict.

He only casted a fancy glance outside, until his breath died in his
throat as the man stepped out.

Black wild hair that reminded him of something feral and forbidden
was the first thing he saw; when the man raised his head...

Those telltale rings under dark memorizing pools that most people
would find disfiguring only made Nate think of it as alluring;
showing the dedication of the famous detective. A full face, with
lush pouty lips, had a piece of pocky sticking out of it. He was
slouched over slightly, and Near assumed if he stood up straight, he
would be tall and...

'Gorgeous.' The white haired teen shivered and lifted his head
partly; turmoil showing in his calm exterior. Since that day he
wanted L, but not knowing how to handle emotions, it was only a
kitten crush at best, stealing glances when he wasn't looking and
shivering when the man indulged into eating his sweets painfully
slow.

Nate rolled over and put an arm across his eyes; the room seem
lustering hot suddenly. He could feel the pants of his pajamas become
more constricted.

The white haired teen was still human, so he naturally had human
urges. Many thought he was asexual; he usually curbed his flesh by
engaging in puzzles, cases, and competition.

But days like today when his frustration ran high, he submits to his
earthly pleasures. His fingers reached the hem of the material and he
sighs as he tickles silver hairs, before wrapping his hands around
the girth of his member.

Near closes his eyes, imaging that it's not his hand, but long,
delicate fingers feeling him up. The teen sighs as digits run from
the base up to the weeping tip, staining his light clothes.

“L.” He could almost see the raven hair going down on him
and the boy lifted his hips slightly, slipping his pants lower. The
teen gripped himself hard and pumped; grinding himself into his hand.

A tongue that was used for sugary substances was tracing his cock;
dark strains tickling his balls as fingers massaged his sack. He
swore he could hear the older man sucking and slurping the tip,
drinking down his pre-cum.

Nate was completely lost in his fantasy; on his hands and knees, his
hand moving at a blistering pace. While he was stroking and applying
more pressure, his other hand was rubbing the spot between his balls
and his ass.

“L...oh god L; so good.” Near was close, so close. Images
flooded suddenly of him and the famous detective in vulgar actions;
Ryuuzaki on hands and knees, panting and moaning as the younger man
pounded him from behind. He bit his lip, almost tasting the sweet
musky scent that he only dreamed of.

It came out in a blinding rush; he could feel his orgasm spill out of
his cock suddenly. Sperm soaked his palming hand; squirts landing on
the sheets under him. The silver haired man trembled as the pleasure
rocked his lithe body.

“L...my...” He lifted his shaky fingers and started to
lick off his essence; imaging it was Ryuuzaki's instead of his own.
Near groaned and bowed his head, weak and light headed. Once the
pleasure died down and he regained his normal mindset, Nate sat back
on the bed and pulled his pants up leisurely. Curling up to the side,
he turned off the light, not even the darkness comforting to his
loneliness.
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