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AUTUMN	By : SpencerMP Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male Views: 1322 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: kk, so i dont own near, L, death note or any associated characters. nor does my co authour. we make no profit from this fic and yes, i have her permission to publish it.

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Autumn was here.

the house was busy, full of life, children whispered excitedly amongst themselves because everyone there that morning knew...

L was coming.

L was coning to wammys house.

i sat alone in the common room, cross legged on the floor and doing my puzzle, not wanting to get involved. after all, he would choose who he chose in the end anyway, regardless of whether the children he had to select from were wearing rags or velvet.

i paused for a moment though, to check my sleves.

there wasnt a single stain on the white fabric.

mello seemed panicked, i know he hoped to be the heir. all morning he had been storming through the house, commanding children, slightly more agitatedly than usual, left right and center like the little dictator he was. matt tailed him, stash of chocolate bars in his pocket to placaate the beast and apologising to anyone who was misfortunate enough to get in mellos way.

not surprisingly, i was the one targeted most.

after about seven re-assemblies, i gave up on my puzzle and sat in the wndow seat insteed. mello stormed by, when he realised he could no longer disrupt my game by kicking puzzle pieces everywhere, he hissed and left.

"sorry near, hes just a bit nervous." matt called, before pursuing his master like a sick little red-haired pup.

i sighed and gazed out the window.

it took three hours for the students to all prepare. i watched them all do the chores Rodger had set. raking the leaves, scrubbing the words "fuck" and "cunt" (all in mellos handwriting) off o the building. with a calm eye o observed, and was glad that i was too 'sensitive' to be called on for such labor.

as the sun began to set, the children working began to withdraw, returning inside.

around five pm, i big silver car drove through the iron wrought gates.

L

even my interest had been aroused.

a fugitive glance around the room, i was completely alone. and so, because there was subsequently no way of being seen, i pushed my face against the glass to get a better look.

the car drove to the front of the building, parking just by the door where, much to my satisfaction, i could see the back passanger's silhouette perfectly. when he got out, i would be the first at wammys to lay my eyes on L.

What would he look like?

my mind conjured up images of rodger. yes, L would most likely be an old man, with thinning white hair, saggy skin and that smokey, stale scent around him. if that was the case, it would explain his visit. i mean, if he was that close to death he needed to hurry up and pick a sucesor alright.

but the man who slid out of the car looked nothing like this.

nothing at all.

tall, but slouching and shuffling in a lilting kind of way, he headed toward the front door. and my eyes followed him, absolutely intent on drinking him in.

he was so young.

probably only about twenty.

his hair was black like ink, a mess but shining, glimmering in the sunset.

his skin was beautiful, pearly cream.

and he had eyes that ran the side of the building carfully, lighting on each window for jut a moment before moving on.

his gaze reached my window.

our eyes locked.

i saw nothing but huge, glorious darkness within them . timeless, ageless.

he saw me watching, a small albino with his hair knotted around his finger, jaw slightly loose.

and he didnt take his eyes off me.

instead, he jammed his hands into his pockets and kept walking, holding my gaze...

until he entered the building.

and then i remembered to breathe...

Excitement. I could feel in it the air. So many children... my successors. The word was bittersweet in my mind. They are so young and don’t know almost anything about this injust world... and yet, here they are, looking up to me. Looking at me. Eyeing me up. Wanting to be like me, wanting to look like me. Those innocent, admiring eyes... on me. They are so young. And pure...

This will be the first time when they can actually see me and talk to me. Not like before, not just a voice... I wanted to do this earlier, to come and see them all, but I had to stay anonymous for a while. And now, here I am.....

‘Ryuzaki?’ Watari’s pleasant voice filled the room and for a moment, interupted my thoughts. I realised then that I’ve been thinking and staring at one spot for a long time. ‘They are becoming unpatient... especially the boy called Mello.’ He smiled. I heard some noise from the hallway. One voice was particularly loud and rebellious. It must have been Mello’s.

‘All right, Watari, it’s time – as I can hear. ‘ He nodded.

I went out of the room and in that moment saw a blonde slim boy hitting the other, younger, dressed in white. He was the one gazing at me through the window when I was coming in, I remembered. He fell down and just sat there silently, looking down. The blonde was going to kick him, not noticing me.

‘I think that’s enough... Mello.’ He looked at me, unsatisfied with what I just saw. I could tell he was very angry at the albino sitting on the floor. ‘We don’t want any violence here. And don’t worry about the first impression so much. Come on, let’s go to the common room, where we can all talk. ‘

He didn’t want to help the younger boy stand up, just left on his own. I approached the albino.

‘Is he always like this? What’s your name?’, I asked while helping him to stand with my hands.

He was silent for a moment, just looking at me. ‘Near. And yes, I suppose he is....’

‘I’ll make sure you don’t get abused anymore.’ I smiled. ‘Come on, let’s go. And you and I will talk later.’ I took him by the hand. God, it was so small and warm and white... How can anybody even think to hurt such a small living being. Hm... why is he so nervous? His hand is sweating a bit. And when I looked at him, I saw he was blushing. Strange... I’ll definitely talk to him later. Only to him. And now...

I opened the common room door, sat on an armchair, took some cookies and started answering the children’s questions. Odd, I was preparing for this and now I was pretty absent. I often looked at the little albino, meeting my gaze with his. He wasn’t making any questions, but he was constantly staring at me; more than any other child. His gaze was filled with need... with wanting something. From me. Protection? He’ll have it.... but that wasn’t it. What these eyes were telling me was.... I was suddenly feeling very nervous and it was too hot in this room. I decided to end the today’s meeting.

There were some sad looks and sighs, but when I promised them to continue this tomorrow, the smile was on their faces again. Anyway, it was half past nine, so it was the time for them to sleep. While they were leaving, I discretely approached the little albino boy and whispered in his ear – ‘You, come to my room.’ When he heard this, his thin lips formed a mischievous smile and he agreed to follow me.

He took my hand and licked my fingers with his small tongue. I shivered and hurried him through the door of my room. I couldn’t understand this feeling, it was so wrong and so sweet at the same time... it was mutual. Without words, without the need to be said, it was there. In his eyes, in my eyes, the same. He was so small, against my will I imagined his small hands on me, small tongue... while entering him...

It was so hot. I locked the door and lay him on the bed. He started undressing himself. I couldn’t resist this white temptation. I kissed him, he sighed and kissed me back. So passionately... where did he learn that?! But I haven’t had the time to think. We were still kissing; surprisingly, he was too skilled for his age. Then he bit my neck and I sighed with ecstasy. I was touching him everywhere, feeling his little heart beat fast against me. He was soon so hard. Me too. It was so hot. He licked my earlobe and whispered – ‘L, please enter me... I want to feel you inside me. I’m not afraid. ‘

Those words made me even hotter and harder. I didn’t want to hurt him and wanted to do this slowly, but he seemed to be so impatient. He was gripping me so tightly with his little hands, as if he couldn’t wait a minute more. He spread his legs and I could feel that smile again in the dark. I positioned myself on the entrance and could almost feel him pulsing inside, wanting me so much... before I could even think, he moved forward on his own and I was inside of him! He was so warm, I couldn’t help but start moving... slowly at first... then he moved forward again and again and again, making me accelerate. So I did what he wanted. I started fucking him very fast. He sighed and moaned with pleasure, tightening his grip even more. I leaned down and licked his nipples. His little but hard penis was constantly under pressure between our bodies. He was about to come, I could feel it.

L.

he is even more beautiful close up.

perhaps it was the warmth he exuded, the soft, sweet aura that surrounded him, that made my eyes light on him once to often. not quite good, but not quite dark either, that gentle warm feeling when he looked to me, it reminded me of being wrapped in a blanket and held.

just held.

his hand was pleasant, smooth and homely, and it held mine so gently. his smile, knowing and inviting, pulled strange threads of my being, tugging at emotional nerves and heightening my awareness. the sound of his breath, the texture of his skin. the way he looked, willowy and ageless.

and he holds me so firmly yet his hands on my hips are gentle, his body works over mine. i can feel him deep inside of me, deeper and deeper than i had ever known possible, pressing against a delicious, spine tingling spot. he is so big, every single movement he makes sends and electric jolt up my spine. and inside me, coiling like a spring, there was something. an unfamiliar tension, delicious and powerful, causing me to buckle against him.

"ah... L..." i clawed at his chest, leaving long red scratches there, pushing my hips and to impale myself further onto him. "more... please. im almost..."

"near, calm down you will hurt yourse-"

i cut him off, slamming my mouth to his and knotting my fingers in all that dark, shining hair. his lips tasted like candy, i was never a fan of sweet things but for that moment i couldnt get enough. all i wanted was to feel him, to taste him.

i wanted him to call my name.

inside, the tension was becoming unbearable. he was moving faster now than ever before, harder and deeper, the ability to control my body was gone. my back arched, every muscle in my abdomen was tensed around him, squeezing him more and more and trying to devour him completely. his hands swept my rigid spine and long, gentle fingers swept the nape of my neck. a soft murmur, lips pressed at the side of my jaw.

i cried aloud as the tension released with incredible power. every nerve in me sparked, heat shot through me, radiating from between my legs. i became completely lost, unable to think, unable to breathe, unable to see or hear or feel anything but the ecstasy tingling from the tips of my shaking fingers to the tips of my curling toes. from somewhere far away, a low keening moan, and the the feeling of heat flowing into me. L's grip tightened, his arms firm and comforting around my shivering body. i groaned softly, and the grip loosened.

"near, are you okay?"

i nodded, my legs had been jellified, between my legs was still throbbing with heat.

"that felt good..." i murmured and he smiled.

"mhmm. you are a natural."

a kiss to the crown of my head. i shut my eyes and breathed in his smell. like strawberries. it was delicious.

"good. im glad i made you happy."

"mmm. you made me happy."

L kissed my cheek, my nose, my lips. i pulled away though. he was still somewhat form inside me. the heat had faded now, but i wasnt ready for it to go away. not yet.

"then can we go again?"

L's eyes widened. "do you think you can take that?"

"mhmm." i nodded, sliding my hand out of his hair and down his neck. my fingers danced across his chest, pressed gently against his nipple, and then swept lower, to where our bodies joined. "do you think you can?"

L blinked, a flush creeping across his cheeks. "what kind of question is that?" he shuffled a bit on the bed, slipping out of me and placing his hands on my hips. i groaned a little at the loss. it was empty, not having him inside. "god near, you are cute..."

"hm." i smiled, curling a lock of hair around my finger.

a smile, wide and hungry and incredible arousing, spread across his face. his hands slid down my stomach, fingers probing around by my dick. i let a small noise escape my lips, to let him know that that felt good.

and his kisses swept down my chest, his tongue tracing teasing circles around my nipples and slipping over the hollow of my navel. he didnt have much trouble fitting all of me in his mouth at once, and he sucked at me hard as soon as he got there, giving me no time to prepare myself.

i thrust my hips forward, his soft laugh made me moan loudly. it felt good... hot and wet and good, trembles dancing down my back. he pulled away, tongue exploring lower, lower, until he slid, wet and rolled inside of me.

without meaning to, i gasped and flung my hand down to grip his hair. slowly, agonizingly, he flattened his tongue out and wiggled it, tracing the inside of me with the tip. heat washed through me once more, that tension was building up in me. if he kept doing this, i would soon come again.

Sweet little thing... this was so pleasant, having him in my arms, not letting go. Having him wanting more. Listening to his fast breathing, turning him on again. He’s so cute when he comes. I wanted to feel that again. I was definitely going to make him mad with pleasure.

On the other hand, there was a question – why were we doing such a thing? It was wrong in more ways than one. But somehow... it was right. I couldn’t understand myself at that moment. I only knew that I wanted more too; and that I couldn’t stand hurting him. It mustn’t hurt him. It hasn’t yet, but somehow I was afraid that it would - he was so young, after all. I wondered if this was his first time...

He was giving in to me completely, shivering and trembling in my arms, under my tongue, again. When I noticed the end was near, I quickened my licking and took him in my hand. He soon released; his sweet moans filling the air with pure pleasure and ecstasy. So enjoyable that I had to stroke myself as well – several times was enough and I came too. He then murmured some kind of protest – ‘Oh L, why didn’t you come inside of me... I’d like to feel that.’ With that grin of his again... He started to twirl a bit of his white hair. He was so sexy. I leaned and kissed his lips tenderly; he kissed back and hug me. Little white hands...

Suddenly I felt tired... The kind of feeling that you get after a long, exhausting day but still, a good one, because you’ve done a lot of things and your mind can rest peacefully after it. This was a long day. And a long night. That kind of it. I covered us with a blanket and we were whispering sweet words until we fell asleep.
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