Archive of Our Own ^beta

“Near.”

“Mello,” the white-haired boy glances up from his toy train to meet eyes with the blonde standing above him. Near’s currently kneeling with his hands placed neatly under his own chin, his face close to the floor  as well as the small, brightly coloured train tracks, his hips slightly raised. It takes a moment for Mello to fully register the sight, and when he does the high parts of his cheeks start to turn red.

“What the fuck are you doing? Why is no one else here? Don’t those bastards know you can’t be left alone?” The taller blonde starts to feel a tinge of anger rise in his stomach at the neglect of his childhood rival, his voice getting louder. Sure, they hated each other, but they still cared about one another, Mello always taking notice of the shorter boy’s inability to take care of himself and growing frustrated when others didn’t take that into consideration. Those feelings start to rise once more and begin to ignite another feeling, one that he thought was be long dead.

Without replying, Near just lowers his head and pokes at his toy, letting out a gentle sigh before folding him arms and resting his head in the crease of his elbow. He only lifts his head when he notices Mello kneel down and feels a familiarly gentle hand stroke his hair, watching the blonde soften to his presence and letting out a snicker when he hears Mello mumble about killing his coworkers for leaving him alone. He melts at the unusually loving attention, his typically cold exterior melting with him, his cheeks turning pink and a smile growing on his lips. Soon, Mello shifts into a sitting position, his legs crossed as he pulls Near’s head into his  lap, tangling his fingers in the white curls and humming tunelessly, a strangely genuine smile crossing his lips. Twirling a loose curl on the side of his head, the younger of the two curls up and starts to nuzzle against his lap, drawing shapes with his finger on the uncomfortable-looking leather of Mello’s pants, mumbling something about the texture.

“What do you want to do while we wait for those ignorant fucks you work with? I can stay for however long you need,” Mello’s tone is unusually gentle, a tone Near hadn’t heard come from his lips in years.

“I don’t mind what we do really… though,” the younger boy pauses for a moment as he checks with himself for his own feelings, never being amazing at introspection, before finishing his sentence, “I’ve been feeling strange recently… like a fluttering feeling in the pit of my stomach, it’s been on-and-off but right now it’s really bad.”

“When was the last time you ate?” Mello’s voice is low and concerned as he speaks.

“Um…” he pauses to think, “Yesterday. But I don’t think it’s hunger, it feels different.”

The blonde goes to introject that he should definitely be eating every day, but stops himself, not wanting to have such a pointless conversation that will likely lead to nothing changing positively, he instead pulls the small boy up onto his lap fully, looking down at his grey eyes, brushing a few curls from them and absentmindedly stroking down his rounded cheek. The pale boy’s eyes widen slightly as he comes to a realisation, his cheeks turning pink against his almost-white skin, whispering something to himself.

“Love.”

This simple, four-letter, word causes a tingling sensation to run through Mello, heat rising in his face as he stammers out “What?”

Near stutters for a second before collecting himself and speaking quietly, “The feeling. I think it’s love. Or at least some form of it,” he looks down to watch his own hands fidget as the feeling, correctly identified as love, gets stronger, the fluttering warmth filling his body as the tips of his fingers begin to tingle, “it makes sense. It got stronger when you arrived, and it got so much worse when you started touching me, and my heart almost leaped from my chest when you looked at me like that. I don’t know why, though.” Near’s voice is quiet and somewhat shaky, only being soothed when Mello’s hand starts to stroke his back and pull him close, resting his head on the anxious boy’s shoulder and whispering affirmations into his ear, reassuring him of his feelings and returning the confession. Between his sentences, Mello presses kisses on Near’s neck and jaw, giving his ear soft bites with a smile as the younger makes small reactionary noises.

“Oh my fucking god, you’re adorable. I’m surprised I never acted on this,” Mello helps Near move and shift position until the shorter of the two is straddling him, his hands resting on the blonde’s narrow chest as he tries his best to avoid eye contact, fiddling with the fur on the hem of Mello’s coat and twirling a white curl around his finger as his mind races. 

“Hey,” Mello leans away and holds Near’s chin, stroking his cheek with his thumb as he tilts the younger boy’s head up, “How’re you feeling?” He asks with an air of concern.

“Um… nervous, confused, and that feeling in my stomach feels lower,” Near cocks his head to the side and glances to the side, “but overall… happy,” he smiles and leans closer to Mello, kneeling up slightly to reach him.

“Good,” Mello closes the gap between them with a kiss, grabbing at the front of Near’s oversized button up shirt and using it to pull him even closer, the kiss quickly becoming deeper and messier as Near reaches up to grip at the blonde’s long hair with one hand, the other resting over his shoulder and scratching at his back, his feet hooking around each other behind the blonde. They both start to add breaks to the kiss to catch their breath, occasionally letting a few compliments and praises slip past their parted lips. Eventually the kiss turns into soft pecks of the lips before stopping completely, them both taking a few moments to stare into one another's eyes, the gentle moment only being broken when Near somehow loses his balance and falls backwards, landing on his toy traintrack and letting out a soft 'ow'.

"How the fuck did you fall? Your balance is as shitty as ever, huh?" Mello laughs slightly before leaning over Near's body, his hands pushing against the floor on either side of his head, holding himself up as he smiles down at the smaller boy, cloaking him in shadow. "Ya know, you look very cute from this angle," Mello tilts his head to the side slightly as he tracks his gaze up and down the smaller body beneath him, a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as he watches Near squirm and avoid looking in his eyes, brushing a few loose curls from Near's eyes before leaning down to leave a trail of kisses and nipping bites from his cheek, over his neck and down over his shoulder and collar bone, ending his journey at Near's pale chest, moving his hands from either side of his head down to his slim waist, stroking up and down his sides and sliding his hands under the loose shirt. Near lets out a few soft gasps at the new sensations, the gentle touches sending waves of shivers up his spine and causing his body temperature to rise, his mind becoming slightly overwhelmed, causing him to not fully register it when his body starts to arch up against Mello and he starts squeezing his thighs together, his hips rocking side-to-side as he subconciously craves friction.

"Aww," Mello cooes at Near, somewhat mockingly, as he glances down at his shifting hips, "you got that desperate already? You're so cute, baby, all for me."

Near lets out a quiet whine and hides his face with his sleeves, a gasp escaping him as he feels a hand run down his front and travel under his baggy jeans and comfy boxers, gripping at his own curly hair as he gets more and more flustered, his mind getting crowded with thoughts and overwhelmed with feelings, even more than usual. Mello takes a moment to rest his hand under the elastic of Near's boxers and use his free hand to pull the younger boy's arms away from his face, pressing a kiss against his pink lips and then to his forehead.

"Do you want me to slow down?" Mello smiles and nuzzles his nose against Near's white curls, speaking quietly.

“No—,” Near answers almost too hastily as he shakes his head quickly, “I haven’t been touched in so long, please, please, sir-,” he cuts himself off as his eyes widen and his cheeks redden, realising his words too late.

“Sir?” Mello smiles as his right hand continues to travel down, his fingers tapping teasingly at the source of sticky wetness between his thighs, “That sounds nice coming from you,” he leans down and rests his left forearm against the floor, using it to hold himself up, pressing it above Near’s head, “keep calling me that, baby boy.”

Near opens his mouth to speak but is soon stopped by a gasping moan escaping him as he feels a cold finger push inside him, quickly followed by another, instinctively tightening around the cool skin, a whimper leaving his lips when he feel the chill of metal pressing against his hot skin, “Cold,” Near speaks quietly as a shiver passes over his body and his back arches into the touch. Mello presses kisses down the smaller boy’s chest, looking up at him as his ring and index fingers curl, whispering a quiet apology against his soft skin before beginning to bite and suck bruises on his white skin and using his free hand to unbutton the younger’s shirt, pushing the sides out of his way and beginning to trail his kisses, bites and suckles down to the centre of his chest, licking lines around the subtle curves of where his bust begins, scratching pink lines down his stomach and sides. He works his fingers in and out of the smaller boy, making a come here motion with the two fingers and rubbing at the small pearl of pleasure, which rests above where his fingers lay, in circles, mumbling sweet praises into his flesh.

“You- your hands ffeel good,” Near stumbles through his words as he tries to repress his moans and whines for long enough to speak, “so so good,” he rests his head back fully and lets himself go, relaxing the best he can and allowing strings of whining moans to fall from his pink lips, his back arcing and his thighs clasping around Mello’s arm, who delights in his affect on the younger, basking in the view he has, tracking his free man up to trace the shapes of his chest, kissing down his sternum and stomach, stopping just above his navel to look up at him.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, angel,” Mello pulls his hands down from Near’s chest down to the hem of his lightwash jeans, pulling them down to his thighs along with his cute boxers, which have a pattern of bears and bows printed on top of a pastel blue background, which Mello makes a small comment about being adorable. Licking up his own hand until his ringed knuckles meet Near’s hips, Mello smiles and crawls down over his small body, staring up to watch the younger boy’s every reaction as he tracks his tongue around his fingers before slowly pulling them out and lapping up the stickiness, soon replacing where his fingers once were with his tongue, occasionally dragging his tongue up to flick it against where his thumb lays.

Reflexively, Near squeezes his legs around the older blonde and tangling his fingers in his own hair, gripping it tight as his hands tremble softly, his body starting to shake and arch slightly. The small boy slowly, and somewhat nervously, reaches one of his hands down to thread his delicate fingers through the blonde’s bright hair, rubbing a few individual strands and massaging at his scalp, grinding his hips up against Mello’s mouth and tongue, moans upon moans spilling from his own lips, his body starting to become overwhelmed already. Mello scratches light red lines down Near’s thighs before squishing the pale flesh between his fingers, stroking his thumbs in circles as he just soaks in how he’s affecting the younger boy, relishing in the subtle, and not-so-subtle, ways Near reacts to his actions.

After a few more minutes of constant stimulation, it eventually becomes too much for the younger boy, tears welling up gently in his eyes, making them look perfectly glossy, and his body shaking as he hesitantly pulls at Mello’s hair, repeating the word ‘wait’ quietly and nervously as he attempts to catch his breath, Mello immediately stops what he’s doing and pulls away, pressing a few careful kisses on his trembling thighs before crawling up along his body and looking him in the, teary, eyes.

“What’s wrong, angel? What did I do?” His voice is filled with genuine concern as he tentatively reaches to wipe the tears with his ringed finger, kissing his cheek lovingly.

Near stammers for a moment before replying “I’m just… overwhelmed, that’s all. You didn’t do anything wrong, in fact you did the opposite- you did so much right that I couldn’t handle it,” Near let’s out a breathy laugh as he tries to relieve Mello’s concern, “also, um, I should probably tell you,” the pale boy glances aside for a moment as he pauses before taking a deep breath and finishing his sentence, “I have a habit of… crying, during,” Near wipes his face with his oversized sleeves and smiles.

“Oh, well,” Mello smiles and peppers Near’s face in more kisses before finishing, “luckily for me you look adorable when you cry. I don’t even think I’ve seen you cry before, but it’s very cute! Your eyes get so glossy, it’s beautiful,” Mello essentially gushes about the younger boy directly to him, a smile spreading on his face as he speaks.

Near take another deep breath before smiling and nuzzling up into the taller blonde, sighing softly, “I think I’m okay now, I just… needed to calm down a little,” the small boy shifts for finally move off of the toy rails that had been pressing marks into his back and turns around to make sure he hadn’t ruined his set up, quickly getting distracted and returning to the position he was in when Mello had first entered the room, his hips dangerously close to the blonde’s, who kneels behind him, staring over the fragile little boy, not even attempting to resist the urge to run one of his hands down his back, gliding his fingers over each small bump along the shorter’s spine, closing the gap between them and leaning over Near, and presses kisses to the side of his head.

“Angel, can I keep going? I don’t want you to get distracted,” Mello smirks and bites at his earlobe, grinding down against him lightly.

A soft gasp escapes Near before he even gets to answer, “Y-Yes, you can keep going,” he takes a breath as he drops his head to rest into his forearms, “please, keep going, I’m sorry,” he lets out a few soft moans, the feeling of leather rubbing against his bare skin causing his mind to quickly devolve.

Mello moves both his hands to undo the fly of his pants and shift them down only on the front, doing the same with his boxer-briefs, finally letting his cock spring free as it twitches slightly in the cool air, soon pressing it against Near’s warm skin as he bends over his body and grabs a wad of white hair, whispering in his ear with a tinge of intimidating dominance, “I’m gonna fuck you until I’m all you can focus on.”

Almost immediately, Near lets out a shaky moan, his mind completely blank at the older boy’s words, his jaw going somewhat slack as he feels the warmth of Mello’s dick pushing against him, his body instinctively pushing back and grinding back without so much of a thought crossing his typically genius mind, the quiet groans and hisses coming from behind him only serving to egg him on. When he feels the warmth leave him for only a few seconds, he immediately dissolves into desperate whines, whimpers and begs.

“Please- please sir! I need you. I’m sorry, sir, please, please, please! I nee—,” his pleads are cut off as he feels Mello tug at his hair and push inside him, a loud desperate moan escaping him quickly as the older punk begins to fill him up from the inside, quietly repeating the word sir over and over again.

“Aw, angel’s so needy, hm? So desperate to feel master’s cock. So desperate to be all filled up like a perfect little angel,” the self-titled ‘master’ speaking somewhat condescendingly as his hips rock back and forth, slowly sinking himself deeper within the inviting warmth of Near’s cunt as moans spill from their lips, almost in unison. Whispering curses to himself, Mello pushes his palms into the arc of his bottom’s back, moving his hands in loose circles against the curve, watching the smaller squirm and completely fall the pieces under him, biting his lip and gliding one hand up to thread his long fingers between the strands of white curls, gripping tight against his scalp and yanking back. Soon, Mello finds himself delighting in the whimper that he forces from Near’s throat, quickly followed by a short string of needy moans and whines, which is only exasperated when Mello draws his hips back and quickly snaps them back, pulling moans from both of them. Slowly, Mello begins to build up a rhythm with his thrusts, one of his hand moving from Near’s curved back to the very bottom of his button-up shirt, wrapping the white fabric around his fist  and using it as an anchor to pull the younger boy to match his hips’ movements. Staring down at the human-shaped mess beneath him, watching his body easily bounce forward with each thrust that connects their hips, revelling in the loud moans that spill from him, focusing on how the tight warmth feels hugging around his cock, how he can feel every pulse of pleasure that rushes through Near, how it feels when the head of his prick hits the deepest part of him.

“Holy fuck- you feel so prefect, angel,” Mello runs his bottom lip between his teeth for a moment as an attempt to repress a moan, “it’s like you were made just for me, only meant to be mine and no one else’s.” 

Resting his head to the side, Near looks back at Mello, tears welling up in his tired eyes, a few dripping down his cheeks and leaving watery streaks down his face, covering his mouth with his sleeve and trying his best to keep his eyes on the blonde. With a quick nod, he starts to whisper to himself, “All yours, only yours, only yours to own, only yours to ruin, just yours, all yours.” He ends up quietly repeating the last word, his voice only jumping in volume when he feels Mello start to pull back, his pitch jumping up as he feels the older blonde quickly embed himself within him once more. Gripping at his own hair, Near drops his head once more and begins to move his hips in time with Mello’s the best he can, loud needy moans spilling from his lips as he feels his body start to tremble once more, which definitely isn’t helped as Mello picks up the pace of his rhythm, his thrusts getting slightly faster and much harder, his small form moving easily with each ram of his hips.

Slowly, Mello begins to lose himself, not being able to focus on anything besides the feeling of Near beneath him, throwing his head back and letting a string of moans escape him, moving both his hands to grasp at his slightly narrow hips, stroking his thumbs in circles over the soft dips in either side, leaning down to bite at his shoulder as he digs his painted nails into his pale skin until his knuckles turn white. Furrowing his eyebrows, he tries his best to push back his impending orgasm, attempting to piece together a cognitive thought of where to finish, before he arrives at his conclusion. Mello carefully draws himself out of Near fully, replacing his cock with three fingers as he shifts to kneel next to him, using his free hand to yank at his white hair.

“Give me your mouth, angel,” he stares down at Near, watching tears drip down his face and smiling when he gets a quick nod in response. 

Moving to kneel down in front of the blonde, Near rests his hands on either side of Mello’s prick, his breath hitching in his throat for a moment before he leans down and drags his tongue up his shaft before wrapping his lips around him, wiping the tears from his own cheeks as he glances up at Mello, slowly pushing himself down. Feeling a familiar hand ghost over his head, petting him gently, Near pushes himself further, making soft gagging noises as he begins to bob his head up and down, wanting to do his best for the older blonde. Back arching, Mello moans out praise, making sure to let the source of his pleasure know how good he is and how well he’s doing, carefully helping the younger move up and down, barely restraining himself from bucking his hips up to hit the back of Near’s delicate throat.

“Perfect, perfect angel- you’re so good for me, so so good—,” he cuts himself off with a shark inhale, throwing his head back and taking a few shaky breaths, “such a good little angel,” he takes a moment to glance down at the smaller boy below him, watching the tears fall down his cheeks with a sense of pride,  wiping them away carefully with his thumb, brushing over his wet lashes and accidentally forcing his eye shut. The moment between the two is only broken when Near gulps around Mello, which quickly sends him spiralling, a moan being forced from his lungs. Near takes the sudden reaction as a signal to keep going, squeezing his eyes shut as he pushes himself further down until his lips meet his hips, gagging softly and trying his best to repeat what he’d done before, bobbing his head up and down as he does, making small sounds of struggle. Moving both his hands to cup Near’s face, Mello helps him relax, gently massaging as his jaw and grinding up into his throat. With a deep breath, Mello arcs his back and lets an abundance of moans spill from his tongue, his whole body tensing in waves as he once again gets close to his climax, gripping at Near’s jaw and scratching down his neck.

“Angel- keep going, keep going, you’re doing so so well,” Mello speaks through shaky breaths and low moans.

A shock runs through Mello’s body as he feels Near hum in response to his encouragement, which, of course, leads Near to continue humming as he bobs his head, looking up to watch the older blonde’s reaction and rubbing his own thighs together, grinding down against his own heel and moaning against Mello’s skin. Almost rolling his eyes back, Near starts to rock his body back and forth on his heel, his mouth moving up and down as he rocks. His legs starting to tremble, Mello threads both his hands up through the curls of Near’s white hair, gripping the strands and using them as anchors as he fucks into the smaller’s soft throat, losing himself with every buck of his hips and every gag and moan he pulls from Near. Throwing his head back, Mello starts to feel his body tingle, a building in the pit of his stomach, desperate for release, all of which builds, and builds, and builds, before coming to a head, waves of tension, followed by relief, washing over his body as his cock twitches against the roof of Near’s mouth, painting his tongue and the inside of his throat in white.

After a few more seconds, Mello sighs out loudly and falls back into a full sitting position, carefully helping to pull Near off of him and rubbing at his back when the younger boy starts to cough and almost hyperventilate.

“You okay, angel? Breathe with me, okay, baby?” Mello  pulls Near into a hug as he guides him through his breaths, rubbing his back in soothing circles and pressing loving kisses to the top of his head, “good boy, breathe with me. You’re doing so well, baby boy, so so well.”

Once Near steadies his breathing with the help of Mello, he leans further into his touch and speaks quietly, “Did I make master feel good? Are you proud of me, sir?” His voice is raspier and more high-pitched than usual, his tone needy and submissive.

“Yes, angel!” Mello lets out a breathy laugh as he pulls Near into his lap and starts to rock with him, “You made me feel so good and I’m so proud of you for taking so much, I didn’t think you’d take so much. I’m so so proud, my little angel. You did so good for me,” his voice gets lower and quieter as he continues to speak.

They both stay like this for a while, cuddling and rocking back and forth, soothing one another and slowly coming down from their collective highs.

They whisper to each other.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”