Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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Welcome to the Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme!

How it works:

* Comment anonymously with a kinkfic request. All requests must contain a character or pairing/threesome/moresome (any combination of guys/girls/shinigami/whatever are OK, crossovers are fine too), and at least one kink. If you need inspiration, check out this huge list of kinks by eliade.

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“I want...” Near searches for the words, but to find the words he would first have to find his own explanation, and he's having some difficulty with that. “I want to leave it... unopened,” he says. “I've never had something I didn't know the... workings of. Before now. I want to... keep it like that. I… don't know.” He finishes, pathetically, and hopes that Mello won't laugh at him, because that might actually hurt a little bit.

Mello doesn't laugh. Mello closes his eyes and presses his face down against Near's chest with a frightening silence. Near wants to cry at the sheer frustration of not being able to understand himself, let alone the rest of it, and he's ruined it now, hasn't he?, but then Mello is looking at him again, and crooking his thumb beneath Near's eyes, and dabbing at the betraying saltiness there, and Near feels like a fool, and he hates it, hates it, hates being so suddenly inadequate after a lifetime of knowing exactly where he stood.

“Hey,” Mello is saying, “Hey, hey, hey.” He has his hands on Near's face again. “You know,” he says, when Near finally focusses on him properly. “You're such an idiot sometimes, Near.”

Near flinches, and Mello frowns, and shakes his head quickly, “I don't mean... I don't mean you're stupid, stupid. It's just that you... sometimes you seem so automatically good at everything,” there's a look on Mello's face that says he doesn't really want to be admitting that, “that I think you forget - I know I forget - that you're so new to this and I, well,” He pauses, and a look of frustration sweeps across his own face, and Near goes from being annoyed to feeling sudden empathy. Mello tilts his head to the side, and adds, “You don't always have to find the words, you know? You can just show me. Show me... what you feel for me, Near.” And he breaks a shard free from the egg and puts it on the tip of Near's tongue and kisses him again, slower this time, so slow and gentle, until the chocolate goes warm in Near's mouth. Near raises his knee and curls his leg around Mello's body, as Mello curls his tongue and pulls the chocolate into his own mouth.

“Yes,” says Near, “I... yes.”

And Mello nods, and strokes him, and runs his hands everywhere, and kisses, and rubs, and loves, and Near can feel himself falling apart beneath the honeyed tenderness, and he'd only dreamt, oh, only dreamt that Mello could be like this, and it hurts, and it's wonderful. “Yes,” he says again, and, “Please,” his mouth against Mello's skin. Mello cradles Near's backside in his hands, and the lube is warm on Mello's fingers, but Mello himself is warmer, pressing in, filling, and Near still aches from the night before, yes, but that's okay, that's okay, because it's real, and it's Mello, and this is what Near wants, this, here, now, Mello touching him, Mello inside of him. Near wraps his legs around Mello's back and pulls him closer, and together they find a rhythm of hips and backs and heat and push, and Near doesn't know what he's moaning but he doesn't care either, just Mello, Mello, Mello, chocolate and kindness and cotton sheets. And when he opens his eyes wide to seal it in his memory, the morning sun is blazing gold on Mello's hair, and Mello's eyes are closed just as if he were praying, and Near slides over the edge of orgasm at the touch of that adulation against him, against him, inside of him and deep.