Well, Matt would be pleased, although Near realized he'd sort of been looking forward to the planned wake. "A whip? Honestly, Mello." He couldn't help smiling slightly. "I've been expecting you." Well, it was half true.
The feeling of the crop on his neck is enough to make Near cry out and shiver with what he recognizes, with his last corner of detachment, as desire. Something of a cliche there, that faint mental voice mused, unheeded.
And then, oh god, it's not, it can't be, it is, Mello's inside him and Near does cry out, not a scream but a low shaking groan, and a bereft whimper as the crop is moved from his neck, taking away the illusion that he's struggling as his movements turn to awkward writhes, overwhelmed and unsure.
Reno was just innocently wandering into the Sorting room, hoping for a few laughs or some decent bribes, never in his life would he expect to find two freaky BDSM scene kids rutting in the middle of the sorting room with a crop.
"Yo! I've been gettin' the wrong bribes! I'm next, yo!" He lets out a donkey's bray of laughter. "What the fuck!? I wish Tseng was here to see this!"
I smirk. I laugh. He is mine. I have won! I drive into his body, watching him trying not to move, trying to move. I know. I understand. He is untouched. I have taken what no one else could. And he's enjoying it.
I bend over him, holding his neck, pressing his face into the ground while I move in him. "You are mine. I have won!" I gloat over him. He tightens around me as I hold him down.
I wonder... I slip the crop under his neck and pull up on both ends of it, still moving in him.
God, Mello, stop talking like a cheesy villain in a bodice ripper, that fragment of Near's mind that still has sufficient awareness snarks, but when he feels the crop against his neck again he lets out a low keening moan, a sound that shakes him from within, as he arches up, pressing against Mello, fighting the warring urges to squirm away from the crop-handle and to push down against it.
Reno still -quite plainly- standing there was now seriously embarrased. He hadn't expected -well he hadn't expected full stop, but he had expected them to stop and be embarrassed when he called out to them. "...You two are some seriously fucked up weirdos, yo." He mumbled, one red eyebrow arching.
Oh, god, he got tighter. I pull back on the crop. I can feel myself spiraling higher and higher. Fuck. I'd never fucked anyone like this before. Every other time, there'd been a lead up, foreplay. But this. I own him. He's mine. No one can take that away from me, not L, not Near, not anyone. I was all. I was above.
I bend the riding crop until I can hold it in one hand. It is tight around his neck, but he is enjoying it. I don't know why I care. I reach around his body until I find proof of his enjoyment. I'm going to make his body tighter around mine. I'm going to make him lose control. I will make him mine.
Whimpering vaguely around the constriction around his throat, Near thrashes at being touched, at the added unfamiliarity of a hand there, and it's enough to make his already-shallow breathing tighten to a hiss. That, and the relentless way Mello's pounding into him, and the overwhelming way his body is responding, made him light-headed and dizzy, and suddenly he wants to laugh at the sheer enormity and absurdity of it.
I pull back, forcing myself deeper into his body, keeping him from laughing. I am in control. I can feel his body tightening even more, his flesh swelling more in my hand. For a moment, I think about holding him back, of preventing this, but I want him to know he is weak. I laugh as his body spills itself over my hand. I laugh as I continue pounding into his body until I fill him. He is mine. I have won.
The riding crop snaps out of my hand and I fall onto my knees. There is blood. My head is ringing. What have I done? He is sobbing, trembling in front of me, I can almost hear pleas on his pants. I...how could I think this is victory. The white ape as made me lose control. I clench my hands only to feel foulness on my hand. The bastard. This was supposed to be my victory.
God. "God," Near said aloud, weakly. He was still shaking with aftershocks and adrenaline, and humiliatingly aware that at least one person had witnessed that... display.
And his pyjamas were damn near shredded.
"God, Mello. What..." Near let his words trail off. He had no idea what to say. What he could say.
"Shut up," I snarl. Any conversation and everything in my head will shatter. "You enjoyed it," I growl. I couldn't remember anyone else moaning so freely under me.
Fuck. I can't think this way. Near is the enemy, just like Kira was. Someone I had to be better than. I adjusted my clothing. This room had to have a restroom, a sink, something. I see someone standing near us, jaw loose. "I hope you got an eyeful," I snapped at him.
Beyond him, I see a sink. I push myself up and wash my hands. I look over my shoulder to see Near still trembling.
Fuck. I can't leave him like that. I grab a bunch of towels and wet them, taking them back to wash him off. This way, he wouldn't completely defeat me.
So did Tomo who's being tagged here as not to throw the threads out of whack, and thus there were more whistles and catcalls from the side. "All right, that's my kinda bribe!" She nudged Konata. "Didja get a photo of that? Talk about kinky!"
"Mmmph-mmph-mmph!" Tomo swatted the hand away, but then actually resorted to a low volume. It was possible for her to do that in the name of porn. "Okay, now you've gotta make me copies when you develop that." She grinned. "Didn't think we were gonna get a floor show. Either this is new or I gotta come down here more often."
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And then, oh god, it's not, it can't be, it is, Mello's inside him and Near does cry out, not a scream but a low shaking groan, and a bereft whimper as the crop is moved from his neck, taking away the illusion that he's struggling as his movements turn to awkward writhes, overwhelmed and unsure.
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"Yo! I've been gettin' the wrong bribes! I'm next, yo!" He lets out a donkey's bray of laughter. "What the fuck!? I wish Tseng was here to see this!"
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I bend over him, holding his neck, pressing his face into the ground while I move in him. "You are mine. I have won!" I gloat over him. He tightens around me as I hold him down.
I wonder... I slip the crop under his neck and pull up on both ends of it, still moving in him.
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I bend the riding crop until I can hold it in one hand. It is tight around his neck, but he is enjoying it. I don't know why I care. I reach around his body until I find proof of his enjoyment. I'm going to make his body tighter around mine. I'm going to make him lose control. I will make him mine.
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The riding crop snaps out of my hand and I fall onto my knees. There is blood. My head is ringing. What have I done? He is sobbing, trembling in front of me, I can almost hear pleas on his pants. I...how could I think this is victory. The white ape as made me lose control. I clench my hands only to feel foulness on my hand. The bastard. This was supposed to be my victory.
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And his pyjamas were damn near shredded.
"God, Mello. What..." Near let his words trail off. He had no idea what to say. What he could say.
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Fuck. I can't think this way. Near is the enemy, just like Kira was. Someone I had to be better than. I adjusted my clothing. This room had to have a restroom, a sink, something. I see someone standing near us, jaw loose. "I hope you got an eyeful," I snapped at him.
Beyond him, I see a sink. I push myself up and wash my hands. I look over my shoulder to see Near still trembling.
Fuck. I can't leave him like that. I grab a bunch of towels and wet them, taking them back to wash him off. This way, he wouldn't completely defeat me.
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And she liked it.
Yaoi fangirl.
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"Tomo-chan, if he catches us, take the camera and RUN."
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