hamster_fic

FIC: Volumes (Death Note: Mello/Near, PG)

Mon, 06 Oct 2008 10:28:40 GMT

Title: Volumes
Pairing: Mello/Near
Rating: PG
Summary: Mello, Near and a fortress of books.
Notes: For kurosaki_akane, whose prompt was Wammy's Era Mello/Near with a secret meeting.

Near is renowned for his patience and has been since he was a small child; his enormous constructions of Lego, cards, dice, matches and anything else he can get his hands on are legendary among the children, and at Wammy's House, that is certainly saying something. When it comes to Mello, however, Near finds this his patience is rather more limited.

He's hidden behind a stack of books in the library, on the floor, naturally, waiting for Mello, who is fifteen minutes late. To Mello, who always has a million things to do, this is probably not a lot. For Near, who is always prompt and punctual, it is very annoying. However, Mello has never failed to show up to one of their rendezvous (eventually) and Near would never leave over his tardiness, either.

To distract himself, he focuses on the mini-fortress in front of him. Near has not read for pleasure since he came to the Wammy's House, and while he doesn't need to study as much as a lot of the other children, he finds that books make excellent fortresses, especially encyclopaedia volumes, since there are so many of them and they are roughly the same size. He's in the process of stacking "Ri-Ro" on " Va-Vd" when he notices a pair of bare feet and raggedy-ended jeans, and glances up.

Mello's looking down at him with an expression that clearly conveys his total disgust with Near's pastimes, but then again, Near thinks football is a total waste of time, so he doesn't feel it would be fair to complain. Mello reaches down and snags "Lo-Ly" from the fortress and sticks it under his arm.

'I guess this could be useful for my London Underground project,' he grouses, and flicks through it. 'So what did you want, anyway?'

Near has been thinking about this; he knew Mello would ask him, since it's usually Mello that arranges these little meetings, but Near hasn't spoken with Mello privately for a week, and to his great surprise, he's found himself... actually missing him. He doubts that Mello will believe the veracity of this claim, but he figures he owes him the truth whether he believes it or not, and so:

'I just wanted to talk to you,' he says quietly.

He doesn't owe Mello the whole truth, after all.

Mello stares at him for a minute, obviously trying to determine whether or not that was the truth, or more likely (since Mello knows Near fairly well, after all) how much of the truth it was. Eventually, he must decide it's good enough, since he kneels down beside Near and sets the book on the floor.

'A library is a stupid place to build a book fortress, anyway', he says. 'It's too obvious. Even for you.'

'The purpose of a fortress is to provide security,' Near says calmly. He selects another volume from the pile ("Ve-Vu") and slots it carefully into place. 'In this instance, it was to provide the security of an excuse for if anyone should see me loitering in here while I was waiting for you, and then later, to shield us from view if you were to join me. The fact that it is an obvious construction for me was part of the point.'

Mello sighs and crawls through the entrance to join Near inside the fortress.

'You think of everything, don't you?'

Near is acutely aware that this is not the compliment it might appear. 'I try.'

Mello's hand is particularly close to Near's knee, and he wants to move it, although he's not sure in which direction.

'You're a bit presumptuous, though,' Mello adds, and when Near sneaks a glance in his direction, he's definitely smirking. 'Assuming that I'd join you.'

'But you did,' Near points out, and when the smirk broadens, Near finds himself getting very worried.

'Maybe I only joined you because I knew you wanted me to,' Mello smirks, and Near doesn't have anything to say to that, because it's true, but he doesn't want to give Mello the satisfaction of admitting it. Naturally, Mello senses the weakness, and goes for the kill. Near never expected anything less, but he still jumps a tiny fraction when Mello's hand moves to his knee.

'I'm not wrong, am I?' he whispers, leaning in so that his lips are only inches from Near's ear.

Near knows he can't stay silent forever, so he manages to squeak out a tiny response: '...No.'

'Good,' Mello says, and when he kisses the side of Near's neck, Near freezes. Mello laughs against his skin and pulls away. He's smirking again, but it's not entirely unkind.

He backs out of the fortress and grabs "Lo-Ly", standing up with it. 'I'd better get back to my report,' he says breezily, and when he stretches, Near has to try hard not to glance at the small expanse of stomach that's revealed when his shirt rides up. He has to try harder to bite back his comment that his report is finished already, and sitting on Roger's desk. Instead, he just nods, and adds another volume to is fortress. He'll dismantle it soon --Roger does not appreciate when Near leaves his constructions lying around-- but not until Mello leaves and it has fully served its purpose, which right now, is to hide Near from Mello as he walks away.

He's pretty sure Mello can't see him, but he can definitely see Mello, his feet at least, as he pauses in the doorway.

'Near.'

'Hm?' Although Near responds, he remains huddled down so as to be invisible.

'Same time next week?'

Near lifts the top-most book ("Ve-Vu ") so Mello can at least see his eyes. He doesn't say anything, but he figures that's answer enough.

*fin*

FIC: Detours (Death Note: Near/Matt, PORN)

Sun, 06 Jul 2008 20:58:30 GMT

Title: Detours .
Pairing: Matt/Near.
Rating: Porn.
Summary: Based on a DN Kink prompt about Matt and Near fucking on the hood of Matt's car.
Notes: ...Really, the summary says it all this time. Set, vaguely, in the same universe as 'The Sound Of Silence', but you really don't have to read that to understand this. Thanks to kefanii for beta and proofing love. ♥

One of the benefits of having a Matt, Near thinks (he refuses to use a term anywhere near as juvenile as "boyfriend" or anything as inadequate as "lover") is the ability to blame him for things. This entire excursion, for example, is entirely Matt's fault; certainly, Near would never have suggested they bundle into the car for a weekend at the beach, of all places, although he does have to admit to a certain culpability for agreeing in the first place. Still, Matt could be blamed for that, as well; after all, Near would never have agreed without his sneaky bargaining tactics.

"Let's go camping," Matt had announced from behind his computer screen.

Near had stared at him in blank silence for almost a minute before finally accepting that he was actually going to have to dignify that suggestion with an answer.

"Let's not."

"Why not?" Matt had asked, gaze still firmly rooted on the screen in front of him. (Near couldn't even be sure if it was work or play from his position; Matt had long since learned to play without the sound when Near was trying to work, and had a tendency to goof off when he got bored.)

Near sighed. "Because I can think very few things I would rather do less than camping. Why would you even want to go camping? There's no electricity out there, you know," he added. "And you have to piss in fields and everything."

Matt shrugged. "Batteries and portaloos."

Near wisely caught himself before asking what a portaloo was.

"Just... no, Matt," he sighed, and dropped another die on top of the stack he was building. "Sorry. But really, it's pretty much my idea of hell."

Matt sulked behind the screen for a little while before brightening.

"So let's just go away somewhere, then. It doesn't have to be in a tent. Just... I don't know, the beach or somewhere."

Near didn't like the beach; when he was little, Near had spent most of his summers in either Nice or Cornwall, where his parents had holiday homes, being inevitably dragged outside by the nanny and having to sit under a big sun umbrella with a bucket and spade, glaring daggers at anyone who suggested that he should put so much as a toe in the water. They were not especially pleasant memories.

"...I don't really like beaches much, either..."

Matt sighed heavily. "We don't have to stay out there all day, Near, just... you know, it would be nice to look at. From a hotel room. A really nice hotel room, big enough for lots of your toys, where you could ignore people just as easily as you do in here...?" Matt was using his pleading voice. Near was very susceptible to Matt's pleading voice across a variety of situations, something Matt knew very well. "And since you already said no to the camping... Come on, Near, I haven't had a holiday in years, and I bet you haven't, either. It wouldn't do us any harm to take the weekend off, and you could work if you absolutely had to, we could bring the laptop with us..." Near sighed and poked at the bottom of his dice tower, watching it crumble to the table.

"Fine," he said finally, and Matt had abandoned his computer screen to tackle Near to the floor with a hug that quickly segued into something much dirtier.

It was only afterwards, when it had taken Matt only a few minutes to pick a location, a hotel, and make arrangements, that Near realized he had been absolutely swindled.

Not that he minds, really. He won't be telling Matt that, though.

He glances out the window to catch sight of a sign whizzing by; it bears no relevant information whatsoever. “...Matt.”

"Mmm?” Matt purrs around his third cigarette, glancing over. “Whut?”

"You do know where we are, right?”

A pause. When it comes to Matt, Near has discovered that pauses are rarely good. “...Sorta.”

"'Sorta' is not 'yes',” Near points out, because he's never been able to keep himself from stating out the obvious. “'Sorta' is, in fact, Matt for 'I haven't a clue', isn't it?”

"No,” Matt mumbles, and pitches the cigarette out the window with his tongue, which Near finds very interesting. “I have a clue.”

"...Is it the map?”

Matt sighs. “Maybe.”

Near sighs too, and much as he does like to state the obvious, he thinks that to point out at this juncture that this is all Matt's fault will result in Matt beating him over the head with the map. “Pull over.”

Matt looks pretty grumpy about it, but he does drive the car over to the hard shoulder and park.

"Can the great Near not read a map in a moving car?”

"I can,” Near says, which is partly a lie; there's a good chance he'd get motion sickness if he stared at the paper for too long, as he's never had a very strong stomach. “But we keep passing little roads, and I don't want to go too far in the wrong direction.”

Near can see Matt's common sense arguing with his urge to be defiant, but eventually he turns off the engine and roots in the glovebox for the map. He shoves it at Near, who shakes it out and eyes it.

"...America is really only easy to navigate in the cities,” he sighs, and Matt snorts.

"Give me that.”

Matt studies it for the next five minutes with Near trying very hard not to interject, but eventually he can't help it.

"...We're completely lost, aren't we.”

"'Completely' would be an exaggeration,” Matt says. “...I don't suppose you'd be much mollified by the fact that we've got a full tank and wherever we are, we can't be too far from somewhere?”

"At the moment I will take it,” Near sighs. “Maybe we should just keep driving for a bit, though, I mean, we're really in the middle of nowhere here, I haven't seen a car or a house for ages...”

And the words aren't out his mouth before he sees Matt's eyes light up.

"Hey, Near.”

"No,” Near says, because he knows what's coming.

Matt ignores him.

"You know what I've never done?”

"Experienced an unconsummated urge?”

Matt ignores that, too, which sort of earns him serious points with Near, in a weird masochistic way. “...And I've always wanted to have sex in a car...”

It's ridiculous. Completely ridiculous; Matt had insisted on renting some kind of classic car that technically, he doesn't even have a licence to drive (it's a Mustang, Near thinks, but isn't sure) and really, Near doesn't relish the idea of banging his head off the roof, but there's something about the way Matt is looking at him, and the fact that they really are totally alone out here, that makes the ridiculousness seem... less relevant. In fact, Near finds that thinking about it actually rather interesting, how they should arrange themselves and where Matt would put his--

Okay, maybe more than “interesting”. Maybe even “hot”.

Matt knows Near well enough by now to be able to spot a chink in his armour from about five miles away, so squashed up in a car like this, he picks it up instantly, giving him a slow, lazy smile.

"Or we could not. I'm sure we'll get to the hotel in three, maybe four, hours. We can wait until then, right?”

Matt doesn't get the sentence finished before Near kisses him, one hand slipping up into his hair as he bites at his bottom lip. Matt definitely knows how to push all of Near's buttons, all right; it doesn't matter how aware of it he is, reverse psychology generally works pretty well on Near, and the thought that Matt is perfectly happy to wait just makes him want to shove Matt back into the seat and crawl right into his lap.

...Which is sounding like a better and better idea the more Near considers it, actually, and after a few more kisses, he takes the opportunity to shunt himself across the stupid gearstick (this is America, for god's sake, everyone has automatics here, but no, Matt had to have a stupid manual transmission for no good reason at all) and into Matt's lap. Matt seems pretty happy to have him there if the way he grabs Near's shoulders and pulls him downwards is any indication. Near's pretty happy about it too; he moans into Matt's mouth, wriggling his ass against Matt's crotch, and yes, Matt is definitely happy to have him there.

Near shifts around until he has the friction just right for both of them, and he can tell he has it right when Matt gasps and arches, and Near is distracted momentarily by how fucking hot he looks, how his eyes flutter closed and the way his bottom lip pushes out just a little on every breathless gasp. Matt arches up again, and Near's hands tighten on his shoulders, but he's not really paying attention to what's happening, because the view is just too interesting, and he bumps his head on the ceiling of the car.

"Ow,” he hisses, and Matt starts to laugh, which is annoying, so Near goes to bitch him out for it, but Matt can obviously see the rant forming, so he cuts him off in the best way he knows how-- with a kiss. Near makes a little sound of protest as Matt's lips meet his, but he knows it's pretty futile; he's lost from the minute Matt gets his mouth on him, and they both know it. This time, Matt gets his hands tight on Near's shoulders and keeps him in place as they rock together, so there's no head-banging this time, just delicious friction and smothered little moans, lost in kisses.

They keep going for a few minutes, Near's hands wandering across Matt's body, over his chest and down to his hips, back up and into his hair, twisting strands around his fingers before Matt pulls back and stares up at him, lips kiss-bruised, cheeks flushed.

"I want to fuck you.”

"Okay,” Near says, and he doesn't even need to think about it. “Yes. Please.” He adds that in for good measure because suddenly sense-memory kicks in and he really can't think of anything he wants more.

"I'm not sure there's really room here,” Matt says speculatively, and Near gives a little huff of frustration, because he sounds so infuriatingly unruffled and contemplative when all Near can think about right now is riding him.

"Outside, then,” Matt grins, opening the car door, and Near just stares at him.

"I am not having sex on the ground, Matt," he says firmly, upturned little nose wrinkling at the mere thought. The car was bad enough, although at least it had been valeted (per Near's demand, through Near's people) before the trip.

Matt nudges Near off his lap and off to the left so he has nowhere to go but outside, socks and all. He stands there glaring for a second as Matt follows him out, effectively blocking the door with his body.

"Why not? We have sex on the ground all the time at home.”

Near catches the use of the word home; it's the first time he has heard Matt refer to the apartment (formerly his apartment, presumably now their apartment) as that, and he briefly considers the idea that it might be a diversion tactic, but Matt would never stoop to something like that, and Near can always ask him about it later. He sighs, exasperated.

"Yes. Inside! On the carpet, which is clean and not covered in bits of rocks and insects and who knows what else.” He squirms, fidgety and desperate and really not wanting to overthink the whole issue, and obviously Matt's picks up on it.

"Fine,” Matt sighs, eyes him for a second, then grabs Near around the waist and dumps him unceremoniously onto the hood of the car, leaning down to kiss him before Near can complain. The car's been off for long enough that the metal is only warm, not hot, and Near makes a soft little sound against Matt's mouth, but it's very definitely not a complaint; he loves when Matt gets like this, desperate and rough and hot. His fingers curl in the front of Matt's t-shirt, pulling him closer. He wraps his legs loosely around Matt's hips, arching up against him, and moans against his mouth.

"Matt...” he moans quietly, skimming his hands down Matt's back to his ass, squeezing lightly. Matt makes a soft sound in the back of his throat, and it makes Near crazy. He brings one hand between them to pop the top button of Matt's jeans, creating just enough room for him to slip his hand inside. Matt's mouth goes slack as Near's fingers close around his cock, even with the thin layer of cotton between them, and Near can feel the wetness seeping through his boxers at the tip.

There's something about the knowledge that Matt wants him this much, just as much as Near wants him, that sets Near off. He arches right off the hood and drags his nails down Matt's back and shoves them underneath his t-shirt.

"Fuck me,” he moans, and Matt smirks against his lips.

"Now?” he teases, even as his cock twitches under Near's fingers.

"Yes,” Near growls, and Matt smirks more.

Outside?” Matt presses, and Near digs his nails in between Matt's shoulders, making him hiss. “Outside, with the rocks and the insects?” Near just grunts in response and twists his wrist until Matt arches into his hand. “Fine,” Matt sighs, trying to look bored and indulgent, but Near knows his expressions well enough by now to know that he's mostly just horny.

Matt's hands skim down Near's chest to the fly of his jeans, and he's obviously of the opinion that they've teased each other enough by now, because he tugs them open without much preamble and eases them down his hips. Near helps as much as he can, unwrapping his legs and lifting his hips so Matt can pull them most of the way down, and when he presses back against the car, the metal is hot against his bare ass and he moans quietly against Matt's mouth.

Unsurprisingly, Matt interprets him correctly, catching Near's wrist and gently tugging his hand away so he can push his own jeans down and reach for the lube in the pocket. It has, Near knows, caused a few moments of embarrassment for Matt to keep it there, especially when rooting around for change at the gas stations, but it's kind of hot, too, the idea that they want each other so much and so much of the time that they always have to keep it on hand.

He watches Matt pop the cap with a fingernail in a practised movement, and wonders, briefly, exactly how often he's watched Matt do this. He reaches out and runs a hand down his side, captivated by watching him again, no longer thinking about the fact that they're pulled over by the side of the road and that technically, they're breaking the law, and anyone could see them. There are no tell-tale car noises, though, no sounds at all other than their harsh breathing and Near's little gasp as Matt's slick fingers press at his entrance.

Near spreads a little more for him, gaze never leaving Matt's face as Matt presses his fingers inside him, careful and gentle despite all their desperation. It strikes Near briefly how incredibly lucky is to have a lover so giving and sweet and--

"So fucking good,” he gasps as Matt's fingers find just the right spot to make him arch up again, legs clamping around Matt's waist a second time, because he is good, he's fucking perfect, and Near might be babbling something to that effect, but he's not sure, and really, he doesn't care so long as Matt keeps doing what he's doing. He does, fingers rubbing against his spot, stretching him with the rhythm just right to make Near writhe under him, and he's long past caring where Matt learned all of this or who he practised it on, all that matters is that Matt's his now and he's not going anywhere.

Matt takes his fingers away at that exact thought, almost as if just to be difficult, and Near whines his displeasure, pressing his heels into Matt's ass... but, true to form, Matt doesn't leave him needy for long. Matt likes to tease and sometimes he's difficult just to make Near squabble with him, but he never goes too far, never makes Near wait when he can't take it, and knows when that is-- like now. He lines up his cock and presses into him with a low groan that eclipses Near's little gasp.

"God, Matt,” he moans, and rolls his hips up to take him deeper. Never missing a beat, Matt pushes right in until his hips are pressed against Near's ass, leaning down to drop an open-mouthed kiss on Near's lips.

"You okay?”

Near nods breathlessly and wriggles his hips to drive the point home. Matt moans and pulls out a little way before rocking into him again, harder, and Near grabs his shoulders and arches up to meet him. They fall into a hard, fast rhythm with ease, Near clinging to Matt's shoulders as Matt drives into him, twisting and arching and moaning, Matt's breath hot on his neck, hands moving over his body.

The breeze stirs his hair and raises goosebumps on his skin, but Near barely notices, attention completely wrapped up in the way Matt is touching him: the brush of fingertips across his nipples, teeth grazing his pulse point, the fullness of Matt inside him and the little moans and gasps that touch him in a whole other way.

He's already getting close as one of Matt's hands curl around his cock, pumping him in slow counterpoint to his thrusts, and it's perfect, exactly what Near needs. His head falls backwards to the hood of the car with a soft thud and he moans, long and loud because there's no one else to hear but Matt, and he knows how much Matt likes to hear him.

Matt's gaze on him is as heavy as Matt is, a living weight, on his face and his chest and his cock. He bites a line up Near's throat, licking at his Adam's apple and biting at his chin before staring down at him, pupils so wide his eyes look almost black, and the intensity in them, the want, the need, fills Near up with so much passion he's drowning in it.

He's babbling again, whimpering and moaning, little pleas spilling from his lips and onto Matt's, and Matt twists his wrist just right and he can't take any more and comes in a rush so hard he sees white. Matt gasps against his mouth, just his name, just once, and Near feels him follow after, tensing up for a second before the shivers hit. Near watches him the whole way through, trying to memorize every iota of his expression and sounds and the way it feels.

Matt slumps onto him a little afterwards and Near pets at him, trailing his fingers through the perspiration at the nape of his neck, mapping and remapping the planes of his back. He nuzzles at Matt's cheek, watching him lick his fingers clean with a little moan before pulling him into a kiss. It's slow and lazy for a few minutes until a fresh breeze reminds Near where they are and he shoves at Matt's shoulders.

"Matt, Matt, we're still on the fucking car,” he hisses, and Matt snorts.

"Didn't seem to bother you a minute ago.”

"Shut up,” Near says, cheeks flaming involuntarily, and Matt grins as he pushes himself up and off, offering Near a hand down off the car.

"Do you want an action replay if you don't believe me~?”

"Only if you want a broken jaw,” Near replies sweetly, and Matt just laughs in response. They rearrange their clothes in relative silence, broken occasionally by a little snicker from Matt and Near shoving at him in response, and eventually Matt pulls him into another kiss, Near wrapping his arms around Matt's neck as they back up to the door. Matt gives him a gentle nudge into the car and Near goes, folding himself into the seat with a smile.

Matt gets in the other side, guns the engine, and pulls back onto the road at a comfortable speed-- for him, at least. Near grips the door in slightly mild panic, and Matt reaches over and takes his hand. It helps, and it doesn't take him long to relax again.

A few miles down the road, Matt takes a turn, and another, and a third, and suddenly they're on the outskirts of a town and the hotel is a few yards away on the left.

Near stares; he doesn't believe in luck.

"You knew where we were the whole time--!”

Matt just grins.

"You bastard!”

Matt grins more as he pulls into a parking spot and kills the engine, then leans over to kiss Near's cheek.

"Sometimes you need to go off-map,” he says, and gets out of the car while Near gapes at the space left behind like a landed fish.

Eventually, he manages to get out of the car and walk back to where the bellhop is unloading their bags out of the trunk. Matt drapes his arm around Near's shoulders and Near leaves it there as they go inside, his own arm tentatively creeping around Matt's waist. He's not used to being outside at all, and he knows being with Matt like this will attract more attention than they would otherwise, but it's a worthwhile trade-off; touching Matt and being close to him is familiar and comforting, just soothing enough to make everything else melt away.

At the check-in desk, he lets Matt do the talking for once, leaning against him tiredly. When given the opportunity, and the right support, Matt's good at taking charge and being responsible. The thought makes Near smile; it's nice to have someone around to rely on, that he can trust, and that he can trust to drag him out of his shell and do crazy things like fuck on the hood of a car in broad daylight.

Matt taps the keycard on the end of his nose and Near snaps out of his reverie.

"Penny for your thoughts?” he inquires, a little smile hovering on his mouth.

"I think I could charge a lot more for them than that, if those telephone bills from when you first started working with me are any indication.”

"Matt flushes, the color bringing a warmth to his face that reminds Near of how he looks when they're doing something... else, and he smiles.

"Hey! You swore you'd never mention those again.”

"I lied,” Near says gleefully, grabbing his bag and heading for the elevator.

"You're an evil little shit,” Matt grouses, but there's no real malice in it.

"Maybe,” Near agrees. “But at least I don't charge you.”

Matt pulls a face at him as they step inside the elevator, and studies the buttons. “Look at that card,” he sighs. “Where are we going?”

Near glances down at the card for a second before shoving it in his pocket with a shrug and a smile. “We'll figure it out,” he says quietly, and the smile gives him in return is worth a million safe journeys. Near suspects he will always be the sort of person who is more about the destination than the journey, but he is beginning to see that there is something to be said for appreciating the detours along the way.

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DVD COMMENTARY: The Sound Of Silence

Mon, 19 May 2008 14:59:53 GMT

Been thinking about doing this for a while now. This is my first ever DVD commentary thing, so please be kind? This one is for The Sound Of Silence, that little smutty Matt/Near piece I posted a while back.

Near makes an alarming amount of noise when he fucks.

I really wanted to open with this. This here, this one line? That's what the fic was built around. I had two objectives with this fic: make it be hot where Near is competely *not* asexual, make it cute, and make no reference to Mello whatsoever. I think it worked out pretty well, overall.

Matt has found this out the hard way; the walls of his shitty little apartment are thin, and the last time Near had been there, the neighbours had banged on the walls so hard that the plaster had flaked off.

That had finally been enough to convince Matt that their meetings were best held at Near's apartment instead. Unlike Matt's, Near's apartment was spacious and sound-proofed (and clean). It has a hell of a view, too, not that Near had even thought to look, not until Matt has him pressed up against the glass.

"Don't you ever want to go out there? Not ever?" Matt asks, one arm wrapped around Near's chest, hand curled around his shoulder, his other hand on Near's cock, stroking him steadily.

Matt and Near like to talk during sex. I don't know why this is, but Near's distraction in the next line is not about him not liking to talk during sex, it's about him not liking that topic of conversation at all; it makes him feel somewhat inadequate.

"No," Near replies evenly, before dropping his head back to Matt's shoulder and turning to bite his earlobe. "I don't. I'm fine here." He squirms, impatient, and pushes back against him. "Fuck me, Matt."

"I am," Matt replies, and rolls his hips a little.

Near groans.

"Harder."

Matt comes so hard he sees stars, Near spilling across his fingers while moaning and squirming against him. Near slumps against the window, head resting on his forearm, breathing hard, eyes on Matt's reflection in the glass. Matt grins and lifts his hand to his mouth, licking it clean, and he can tell Near is watching by the little shiver he feels pass through him. He makes a show out of it, and it's not long before Near turns around and kisses him, pressing him up against the window and digging his nails into Matt's hips.

Dirty Matts are dirty and dirty Nears are worse. :D I really wanted to make this fic extra filthy because there's not nearly enough filthy Near fic out there.

Afterwards, curled up on the carpet, Near toys with Matt's hair and nuzzles against his shoulder. They lie in silence for what feels like few minutes, but a passing glance at the clock informs Matt that it's been almost a half hour. He looks down at Near, who seems perfectly content in the silence, snuggled up against him. Matt's pretty curious about he might be thinking, but Near is inscrutable, as ever, so he settles for commenting on the fact that Near is far less quiet when they're having sex than he is afterwards.

"You're loud," Matt points out.

Near sighs.

"You like loud."

"I do," Matt agrees. "But it kind of makes doing this at my place a problem."

"Here is better anyway," Near says quietly, nosing up to his ear. "It's safer. I don't like going out."

"And what about me coming here? You're okay with that?"

He shrugs.

"I trust you."

That touches Matt more than he would have expected, and he kisses Near's forehead gently.

"I could be followed," he says quietly.

"I also trust you not to be an idiot," Near says, and Matt isn't sure if he likes that more. When given the chance, Near can be pretty funny, in a dry sort of way. He licks at Matt's ear, reminding him that he can be other things, too. It's about as obvious a hint as Near's likely to give; he's surprisingly shy when they're not fucking. Once he starts getting turned on, it's all breathy four letter pleas and harsh orders, but until then, the most he can manage is nips and nuzzles and squirming against him.

I really like that remark of Near's, about not being an idiot. Not sure why, but it feels like a very Near thing to say, and I like how it's both slightly insulting and hugely telling of the respect Near holds him in, and I like that.

"You're insatiable, you know," he points out, and Near grins a little.

"I blame you," he says, scratching along his scalp. Matt is fairly sure it's true, too; he's the only person Near's ever been with, after all. The first time they were together, months ago, Near had been shy and hesitant, his hands faltering over Matt's skin, trying to hold back the little gasps and whimpers Matt had been determined to drag out of him. He'd grown steadily bolder, though; louder and harsher and dirtier every time, graduating from gentle touches to clinging to digging his nails into Matt's shoulders to leaving scratches down the length of his back... Which was the point where Matt had stopped holding back, leaving bruises and bite marks and scratches of his own littering Near's skin. Near hadn't minded, if the noises he made had been any indication, and he'd certainly never complained afterwards either.

"I take it as a compliment," Matt shoots back, dipping his head to capture his mouth.

"Naturally," Near mutters against his lips before kissing him hard, curling in around him. The kissing soon gives way to touching, and by the time Near's hand is skimming teasingly along his stomach, Matt's hard again. His fingers close around Near's wrist before they can make it to his cock, and tugs his hand away, lacing their fingers.

"Not so fast," he says, grinning slightly. He brings Near's wrist up to his mouth and presses his lips to the pulse point there, feeling his blood beating steadily beneath the skin. Near whimpers slightly, and Matt licks at the spot a little before kissing up along the inside of his arm to his shoulder before finally moving up to his mouth.

He kisses him slowly, almost lazily, and after a while Near starts to squirm against him again, trying to rub against his hip. Matt slides his other hand downwards to grip his hip and stop him.

"None of that, either," he chides, and silences Near's protests with another kiss. When they pull apart, Near's cheeks are flushed and his lips are swollen. Matt looks at him for a moment, drinking in the sight, and wonders how many other people, if any, will ever get to see Near looking like this. He doesn't think Near would appreciate being asked, though, so instead he kisses a trail along his jaw to his ear, and tugs his earlobe between his teeth. Near shivers.

I was slightly tempted to allude to Mello/Near here but decided against it, because really, I wanted this to be a Matt-and-Near story. Something that drives me batty about Mello/Near stories (and would probably irk me about Mello/Matt stories, if I were a fan of them) is how they so often show Mello running back to Matt after (do Mello/Matt stories allude to Mello's obsession with Near? I wonder. The few that I've read and liked haven't, but obviously my sample size there is pretty damn small.) and while I accept that this is plausible... I don't like it. If I bother to read a fic about a particular couple, it's because I'm interested in their relationship, not the relationships they might have with other people.

Besides, in the case of Matt/Near, I've heard so many arguments as to why this pairing is only possible with the addition or presence or catalyst of Mello, and I really wanted to explore whether or not that was the case. As it turns out, my Near and my Matt are quite happy to be together without a push from anyone... which I like, because in addition to having a story revolve around just one couple, I also like the idea that the characters are capable of being whole individually (I always like to think that post-series Near was able to improve himself in the absence of Mello and become a more whole, rounded person as a result of knowing he was no longer around to balance the Near equation). One of the reasons I like Matt/Near so much is because they don't fit like puzzle pieces --implying that neither is whole alone-- but instead compliment each other, which I think is better in the long term.

I still haven't decided if this fic is AU or set while Near is working on the Kira case or what, so there's room for a little manouvering, I think.

"I want you to fuck me this time," Matt says, and that gets more than a shiver, it's a full-body shudder. The next time Near rubs against him, Matt doesn't even bother to stop him, because he knows Near will pull back all by himself. As predicted, Near shifts his hips away and buries his face into Matt's shoulder, biting at the curve of his neck. Matt moans quietly and Near sucks hard before pulling away completely to stare down at him with enormous dark eyes, glazed with lust.

I have a totally not-secret kink for seme Near. I also think Near is far too curious and egotistical to be in a relationship with someone who refused to let him top, because I think he would want to, and he would see the idea that someone would do something to him that that wouldn't allow him do to them (in anything, not just sex) unbalanced and pretty disrespectful. He's a lazy little shit, though, so he does end up bottoming a lot-- and he likes that, too~

"Matt," he breathes, and Matt knows what he's getting at. It's been a while since they've done this-- it's not the first time; Near being Near, he had wanted to try everything, and they hadn't been doing this for long before Matt had ended up sprawled across the arm of the couch with Near pressed in behind him, moaning in his ear.

They'd both enjoyed it, but between Matt's experience and Near's passivity, most of the time, Matt had been the one on top... not that he minded, but the idea of Near in control like that again... was definitely appealing. To Near as well, apparently; the idea seems to be having quite and effect on him. He runs one hand down Matt's chest, watching intently as Matt arches into it, unable to stop the little whimper that escapes him as Near circles one nipple with a fingertip.

"Where did you leave the lube?" Near asks, and the bluntness of it makes Matt laugh and tug him down for another kiss. Near won't be distracted this time, though; he wriggles out of the way, and Matt can see he has his serious face on. "I'm serious, Matt--!" he says, and a slightly desperate edge bleeds into his tone, not that it alleviates Matt's amusement any.

I don't know if it's apparent or not, but there are several places in this fic where I've tried to show that Matt and Near are really thinking along the same lines to underscore the stength of their connection and their suitability for one another. Again, I don't know if it worked; I'm a little dubious about my skills as a writer (I mean, I can put words on the page in generally the right order and it usually makes sense and stuff, but all that blather about themes and subtext? Not so confident about that, because half the time I feel like I'm beating the reader over the head with it, whereas the rest of the time I worry that it's too sibtle and people won't get it. Which... balances out? Maybe.

"I dunno," he replies, still grinning. "You were sort of distracting me at the time, so where I left it wasn't really at the top of my priority list..."

Near gives a little huff of frustration, standing up and looking around. He's so fucking tiny, Matt thinks, looking him up and down. I should hold him down and force feed him a damn sandwich. Not that it's really Matt's job; whatever he is to Near, he's not his caretaker. They're three years out of Wammy's and Near hasn't starved to death yet, so Matt has to assume he can take care of himself... To some degree at least. Sometimes he wonders how he gets food and how his bills get paid, being that he never leaves the apartment and Matt has never seen anyone else there, but he figures that's a question better left unasked-- and unanswered.

Notice the total lack of reference to ages in this fic. XD In my mind, Near is sixteen and Matt is seventeen (which, for Near, is completely legal since he's English :P), but since I haven't specified whether this is AU or canon verse, Near and Matt could really have left Wammys whenever you like, and Near could be twenty-one and Matt twenty-two, or whatever. This section and the next also go back to what I was saying about trying to show the strength of their connection, and even though Matt has no idea of his place in Near's life, they are very much suited to being together. ...God, I love this pairing so much. My OTP is showing. XD;;

"Got it," Near announces, as he locates the little tube of lubricant under one of the arm chairs. Matt has always wondered why Near has so much furniture when he spends most of his time on the floor, but he doesn't ask that, either, and Near pads back over to the rug and drops down beside him. "Under the stupid chair," he mutters. "I don't know why I have so many chairs, I don't even use them..." He noses at Matt's shoulder and nips gently.

"Turn over," he says quietly, and Matt's arousal ratchets up a notch as he complies, rolling onto his stomach and glancing over his shoulder. Near gives him a little half-smile and leans down to drop a light kiss on his lower back. Matt sighs, moaning quietly as Near nudges his legs apart, settling between his thighs and licking up his back to the nape of his neck. He rubs back against Near as soon as Near is pressed up against him, getting a pleased little hum from Near in response.

All the sex in this fic is from-behind, and it's intentional. The next fic in the series (which I'm working on at the moment) will have face-to-face sex, and it's set after the end of this one with their little subtextual I love yous (at some point there may be an I-love-you fic, because I am a huge sap, but I'll probably write lots of silly porn beforehand because that's easier and more fun to write. XD), another attempt at a stylistic device that may or may not have been evident to anyone other than me.

He hears Near pop the lube open and spreads a little wider without even meaning to, a tiny thrill running through him. Why don't they do this more often, he wonders, and as Near circles Matt's entrance with a finger, he can't think of anything even approaching an acceptable answer. Near presses his finger into him slowly, and Matt lets out a low hiss, trying to at least discipline himself enough not to rock back against him.

Near stretches him slowly, adding another lubed finger and working them in and out so slowly that there's no pain at all, just building pleasure and the need for more.

“Near,” Matt groans eventually. “I can't take anymore, just fuck me already,” he adds, pushing back on Near's fingers.

“You have absolutely no patience at all,” Near murmurs, and nips at his shoulder.

“Yeah, that means a lot coming from Mr Please-fuck-me-harder,” Matt grunts, and Near bites him again, but Matt can hear the soft laugh stifled in it.

“I don't remember saying 'please',” Near purrs as he removes his fingers, and Matt moans softly.

“I guess that just means I overestimated your manners,” Matt retorts, glancing back to watch Near lube himself up.

“Maybe,” Near replies, curling one hand around Matt's hip as his cock nudges up against Matt's entrance. He leans down to nose at Matt's ear, teeth ghosting along the shell. “Or maybe they're just not the first thing on my mind when you're around.”

More talking during sex. I'm honestly not sure if this is coming from the fact that I like writing sex-banter or if Near seriously just can't shut his damn trap. I suspect it may be both.

His hand tightens on Matt's hip as he pushes inside slowly, and for a few minutes, neither of them are capable of witty rejoinders. Matt's fingers dig into the rug, as he adjusts to the sensation, and Near's breath is heavy on the back of his neck. It doesn't take long before he starts to wriggle his hips, making Near gasp behind him.

“If I say please, will you fuck me?” he teases, and Near thrusts into him slowly before replying.

“I'll do it anyway,” he sighs, and slams into him again.

Near's not gentle, and it's fine; Matt doesn't want gentle, he wants Near, pushing and biting and scratching, filling up his senses and knowing he's having the same effect on Near, so reserved and restrained the rest of the time, but so uninhibited and wild like this.

“Near--!” Matt moans, arching like a cat when Near angles his thrusts to make sure he hits Matt's spot. His fingers leave trails in the rug, absolutely sure that Near will touch him without prompting, and of course he's right; Near lets one hand drift down Matt's chest, brushing across his nipples in passing and dipping into his navel before moving down to his cock. Matt moans, rocking back against Near as his fingers close around Matt's shaft and he moans in Matt's ear, a tiny shudder passing through him.

Something I see that bugs me a lot is bad sex. I don't like bad sex, okay? I don't like having it, I don't like writing it, and I don't like reading it. I don't mean funny sex, where it's like oh-shit-where's-the-lube-hey-ow-watch my head, because I think that's cute. I mean *bad sex*, where one (or both) parties don't know what they're doing, or are (my huge personal pet peeve) selfish in bed. I seriously find it difficult to believe that any of the DN chars would be bad in bed, partly due to the fact that they all are ridiculously intelligent, all have physical fixations (oral, in the case of Matt, Mello and L, and digital in the case of Near), and all have big pride issues, which I think would massively interfere with their ability to get off and not care about the other party-- especially if they actually cared for each other, as Matt and Near do here. And while I'm sure that furstration probably could be an issue (I mean, really, canonically speaking? Near is clearly not getting any, and much as Matt is a little hottie, I doubt staying inside chain-smoking, playing video games and inhaling potato chips is getting him a whole lot of tail)... They're teenage boys. Who are smart. And have a lot of alone time. I'm quite sure they can (and do) take care of themselves (regularly). So they might be a little over-eager, but genuinely frustrated? They're not monks.

“Matt,” Near breathes, and then starts to stroke him roughly, rocking into him at the same pace. Matt finds the rhythm easily, moving between his hand and his cock, moaning Near's name as he gets closer and closer to the edge. Near's soft growls and whimpers are underscored by his increasingly jerky thrusts, obviously not far behind Matt.

“Near,” Matt moans again, pushing his hips back. “Fuck, I'm going to come--”

Near moans even louder in response, slamming into Matt harder and rubbing his thumb in cicles against Matt's cock on every upstroke of his hand.

“God, yes,” he groans, voice shaky and laced with lust. “Come for me, Matt, fuck, I want to feel you,” he gasps, and Matt just melts with lust at his words, shuddering, and he's coming before he's even registered it, all over his stomach and Near's hand and the rug, shivering and squirming and moaning Near's name. Near follows right after, spilling inside him with a low moan, hand still pumping Matt's cock. It's good, really good, feeling Near, and hearing him, Near still rocking into him as Matt's elbows give way and he lands on his forearms.

Again: dirty, not asexual Near. Banging the point a little hard here, possibly. But it was fun~

Near's other hand skims along his back, from the base of his spine right up to the nape of his neck before he leans down to place a light kiss there before pulling out and collapsing onto the rug beside him.

They rest again, listening to each other's breathing in the silence until eventually Near comments:

“You've ruined my rug.”

Matt starts to laugh, finds himself unable to stop, and is still laughing when he drags Near to his feet and off to the bedroom.

“I'm not sure why that's funny...” Near says, but that only makes Matt laugh harder as he tumbles them into the bed.

Laughter or not, he's asleep minutes after his head hits the pillow, Near already out like a light.

Later, several hours of sleep later, Matt cracks the balcony door just open enough to let the smoke filter out. It's January, and it's New York. Little flurries of snow dance in the frigid air before landing on the icy flagstones, only marginally colder than the glass in the door. It takes Matt almost contortionist levels of manoeuvring to arrange himself so that no part of his largely naked body is touching the glass, the smoke is blowing outside instead of inside, and he can still see the view below.

The mental image of this makes me laugh, so much.

The snow seems to be just as effective in sound-proofing as the building's glazed windows; even with the window open, Matt can hear nothing below, and the world looks quiet and still from this vantage point.

It's actually even better than the view from the living room, which Matt really had to laugh at. Near had made the largest bedroom his own not because of the view, or the enormous bath in the en suite, or the balcony, but because it had the most floor space for his toys. That's what he'd actually said when Matt had asked him-- "it has the most floor space for my toys"-- and he hadn't even been kidding.

While Near was never dirty (there were never unwashed dishes in the sink or wet towels on the bathroom floor), he was certainly messy; even now, there were robots and Lego pieces strewn all around the floor. Unlike Matt, who usually found himself leaving Near's with Lego imprints all over the soles of his feet, Near was oddly good at picking his way through the mess without so much as tipping a robot with his toe. He slips off the edge of the bed and shuffles over to Matt in bizarrely a graceful fashion, coming up behind him and resting his chin on Matt's shoulder. Near is pleasantly warm, and Matt leans back against him.

"You have the door open,” he sighs, and then adds, “It's snowing."

"You could put some clothes on," Matt counters, and Near simply shrugs.

"I'm going back to bed in a minute, what would be the point?"

"I never imagined you'd be this comfortable naked," he admits quietly, and takes another drag of his cigarette. That earns him another shrug-- he can feel Near's shoulders rise and fall against his own.

"Being shy around you became moot several weeks ago. It's not as if you haven't seen everything already."

It is, naturally, very Near: a valid point, completely rational and pragmatic. Which he is, for the most part; although he has plenty of idiosyncrasies, too, like this business of wearing pyjamas all day and sleeping (at least so far as when Matt is with him) stark naked at night. Near being Near, however, Matt doesn't doubt that there is a rationale behind it, odd as it may be.

I don't know where it came from, this business that Near sleeps nude despite his day PJs, but it's part of my personal headcanon now, and I love it. I think it stems from the fact that Near puts comfort before conventionality, and while PJs are probably the most comfortable thing you can wear around the house, once you actually get into a bed, it's far more comfortable to be naked since there's nothing to catch in the sheets and slide up your legs. Also it provides multiple opportunities both in fics and RPs to have people stumble upon him naked and be like, "WHAT THE FUCK", which amuses me greatly.

Matt just snorts, and Near wraps his arms around his waist.

"...You're staying tonight, aren't you...?" he asks, and there's a tiny hint of emotion in his voice that sounds, to Matt, suspiciously like hope.

"Yeah," Matt sighs, and Near tightens his arms around him and kisses his shoulder blade. He doesn't bother to use the snow as an excuse; he stays because he feels like it, and although he is certainly grateful not to have to traipse through that icy whiteness, he would happily remain regardless of the circumstance.

"Good," Near says, and he rests his chin on Matt's shoulder, peering out at the snow. "I like the view like this," he says cryptically, and Matt isn't sure whether Near means when he's pressed up against Matt, or when it's snowing outside. Probably both, he decides, and doesn't bother asking.

They stay like that for a little while, resting against each other and staring out the window. Near seems almost in a trance, one hand buried in Matt's hair, twirling tendrils around his finger. Matt leans his head into Near's hand, and it's nice; peaceful, and relaxing to a degree Matt doesn't usually experience with Near, or with anyone, and he feels something tip, internally and externally, a subtle shift he would probably not have been aware of had the room not been so quiet and had his mind not been so still.

Unstated, but this, right here? This is where Near decides that he loves Matt, and that he's going to ask him if he wants to move in. ...He's not ready to mention the love thing just yet, though.

Eventually, Near sighs and squirms a little, stretching.

"We should go back to bed before I suffer frostbite on something vital," he says, a wry little smile curving his lips.

Matt grins back and pitches his cigarette out the window. "Vital, hm?"

"Yep," Near says, reaching for his hand. Matt lets him take it, and lead him back through the minefield of toys to the bed. It's easier with Near somehow; following along behind him, Matt manages not to step on anything. Near drops down onto the bed with that strange grace of his, and Matt follows after. Near is so petite and agile that Matt feels gangly in comparison, coltish and teenaged in a way he thought he'd outgrown years previous, but as he follows him onto the bed, Near looks at him like he's the sexiest thing on earth, and it's intoxicating.

I like this section because it really illustrates the benefits of this relationship from Matt's perspective; I'm sure there'll be another like it for Near in the next fic. It's just... cute, and sweet (to me), and I love that.

He's too tired for anything sexual --they both are-- so instead he reaches out and pulls Near into a hug so tight he can feel Near's heart beating against his chest. He sprawls out on his back and Near goes with him, settling comfortably against his chest in an arrangement that is as much practiced as it is natural.

"This is nice," Matt comments, and Near nods, rubbing his cheek against Matt's shoulder. He pauses, and Matt can see there's something hovering there that he wants to say. He doesn't figure he'll get it out of him for a while, and he's quite content to just lie there with him and wait for Near to spit out whatever it is in his own time.

While he is working up the nerve, Near snuggles closer, kissing his neck and shoulder, working his way downwards in a way that's so gentle it's almost platonic. Matt lets him at it, stroking along Near's lower back, and eventually Near seems to work up the courage to ask his question, which turns out to not be a question at all.

"You should move in here," he says quietly, kissing along Matt's chest. "It would be easier, and you could help me more."

Both Near and Matt have their little tactics, which is explored more in the next fic, which is more from Near's perspective than Matt's, to contrast this one. Basically, Near tends to make statements so that people will not see them as questions and be less hesitant to challenge them, and Matt does the ask-for-the-world-and-you'll-get-the-moon thing often favoured by little kids. XD Yes, they're both horribly manupulative, but they do really care about each other, and they would never use said manipulation tactics to do anything to hurt the other. If you asked Near, he would say that all interaction is a manipulation of some sort or other (I remember something from my linguistics class a long time ago, I think it was that there were only two types of verbalized statements: directive and questioning, so you're either telling someone to do something --even just giving someone information is directive because you're hoping to influence them in some way or other or elicit some particular reaction-- or asking them something for a specific purpose, and Near would be a big believer in this theory), and the only thing that matters is what you use that manipulation for-- for good, or for awesome. Near's manipulations are always for awesome, although for the most, his awesome is also good.

...Well, that wasn't bad at all. It was not what Matt had been expecting, but then again, he should have known not to try to predict Near, who really, was a lot more unpredictable than he might have appeared.

"Plus my place is a fucking dump and you hate going there," Matt says, amused. Really, this is something he'd been thinking about for a while now, and even if he hadn't expected Near to ask, he definitely isn't saying no.

"Plus your place is a fucking dump and I hate going there," Near agrees, nodding.

"Will there be free food?" he asks, only half-joking. He eats more when he's not smoking, and he knows Near will bitch if he smokes in the apartment. There is the balcony, but it's January, so it's fucking Arctic out there.

This is only partially true; Near bitches because he worries about Matt's health and he hates the lingering smell of smoke where he lives, but he secretly finds it very sexy. He will never tell Matt this, however, because he knows it will only encourage him. And he really won't bitch that much, from his perspective, although it may seem like a lot to Matt.

"Roger brings me food once a week," Near says, shrugging a little. "I keep a list, so you could add anything you wanted to it."

"Roger comes here?" Matt asks, incredulous. He hasn't seen the old bastard since he left Wammy's three years ago, but he supposes it makes sense.

"He lives on a lower floor in the building," Near replies, and Matt quietly marvels that he's never once run into him while visiting Near. "...He only comes up here with food or when I ask him to," Near adds, the tiniest hint of a grin playing on his lips. "So don't worry. You wouldn't have to see him if you didn't want to."

More of them reading each other. God, I really beat people over the head with it here, didn't I? XD;; Ah, well, that's the purpose of commentaries from the writer-side, I guess. I'll try to do it less next time.

"He'll know I'm here, though, right?" Matt asks, trying to keeping his voice neutral.

"He already knows you're here."

That figures, Matt thinks grimly. "Does he know what for?"

"Yes, I've given him a detailed account of our sex life. He's been very interested to hear about my development in that area, actually."

Matt gapes for a moment. That's the thing with Near, it's hard to tell when he's being serious, or when he's joking, and it can be difficult to predict his responses because he can be so stupidly prudish sometimes, and so frighteningly pragmatic at others. For a moment, Matt fears he's actually about to have an aneurysm as he stares up at Near's earnest little face, so perfectly serious without even a hint of a smile, and then it just cracks, Near dissolving into helpless laugher.

I really love this part, mostly for the mental image. Poor Matt-- I can so see his face.

"You--!" Matt huffs. "You little shit, you--" and he wants to be angry, he really does, but it's so rare that he gets to see Near like this: all walls down, naked, hair messed, face flushed from sex and laughter and he knows that he did this, he was the one to strip away layers of logic and ice to find the person underneath. He leans in and kisses him instead, kisses him through the laughter until Near starts kissing back. It's lazy and sweet and by the time Matt pulls away, Near looks exhausted. He gives Matt a sleepy little smile, and Matt runs his hand down Near's back, and pulls him closer.

"I'll bring my stuff over tomorrow," he says, and Near nods and lays his cheek against Matt's shoulder, so totally devoid of surprise at this comment that Matt would be annoyed if he weren't oddly thrilled that Near knew him well enough to anticipate his agreement.

"I'll clear out the other room for your things," Near says, around a yawn, and the subtext of while you sleep in here with me does not go unnoticed by Matt, but he doesn't bother commenting. He will stay with Near; it would be absurd for him to do otherwise, and besides, he's already starting to become accustomed to sleeping with Near-- his warmth, his scent, his breathing... Although Matt is still entirely capable of sleeping alone, he prefers sleeping with Near, and what sense is there in denying it?

...And this is where Matt starts to realize that he loves Near, but of course, he's not saying it, either (silly boys).

It occurs to him, as he starts to doze off, that perhaps Near's endless pragmatism is starting to rub off on him. Logic and common sense have never been anything approaching driving forces for Matt before now, and he can only conclude that Near's influence is responsible. Still, he thinks, tightening his arms around the warm weight of Near pressed against his chest, if Near can be like this-- warm and pliant and soft, maybe a little common sense on his part isn't the end of the world.

He gazes out at the window with heavy eyes. The snow is coming down thicker now; bigger, heavier flakes falling, covering everything and creating the kind of winter wonderland that is, in Matt's opinion, much better appreciated from indoors. He'll have to go out in the morning to fetch his things, but for now, he's content to settle under the blankets with Near, and let the sound of silence lull him to sleep.

Cute ending is cute because sappy Nezes are sappy. :D

Fic: The Sound Of Silence (Death Note: Near/Matt, PORN)

Sat, 03 May 2008 02:32:58 GMT

Title: The Sound Of Silence
Author: angryhamster.
Pairing: Near/Matt.
Rating: Porn.
Summary: Mostly porn, although it might turn out to be part of a series, so some plot crept in there despite my better intentions.
Note : Set in New York during the skipped years when Near was conducting his Kira investigation and Matt was AWOL. I wanted to write a Matt/Near fic which was exclusively about them and made no mention of Mello. We'll see how that goes.

Near makes an alarming amount of noise when he fucks.

"Don't you ever want to go out there? Not ever?" Matt asks, one arm wrapped around Near's chest, hand curled around his shoulder, his other hand on Near's cock, stroking him steadily.

"I am," Matt replies, and rolls his hips a little.

Near groans.

"Harder."

"You're loud," Matt points out.

Near sighs.

"You like loud."

"I do," Matt agrees. "But it kind of makes doing this at my place a problem."

"Here is better anyway," Near says quietly, nosing up to his ear. "It's safer. I don't like going out."

"And what about me coming here? You're okay with that?"

He shrugs.

"I trust you."

That touches Matt more than he would have expected, and he kisses Near's forehead gently.

"I could be followed," he says quietly.

"You're insatiable, you know," he points out, and Near grins a little.

"I take it as a compliment," Matt shoots back, dipping his head to capture his mouth.

He kisses him slowly, almost lazily, and after a while Near starts to squirm against him again, trying to rub against his hip. Matt slides his other hand downwards to grip his hip and stop him.

They'd both enjoyed it, but between Matt's experience and Near's passivity, most of the time, Matt had been the one on top... not that he minded, but the idea of Near in control like that again... was definitely appealing. To Near as well, apparently; the idea seemed to be having quite and effect on him. He runs one hand down Matt's chest, watching intently as Matt arches into it, unable to stop the little whimper that escapes him as Near circles one nipple with a fingertip.

"I dunno," he replies, still grinning. "You were sort of distracting me at the time, so where I left it wasn't really at the top of my priority list..."

Near stretches him slowly, adding another lubed finger and working them in and out so slowly that there's no pain at all, just building pleasure and the need for more.

“Near,” Matt groans eventually. “I can't take anymore, just fuck me already,” he adds, pushing back on Near's fingers.

“You have absolutely no patience at all,” Near murmurs, and nips at his shoulder.

“Yeah, that means a lot coming from Mr Please-fuck-me-harder,” Matt grunts, and Near bites him again, but Matt can hear the soft laugh stifled in it.

“I don't remember saying 'please',” Near purrs as he removes his fingers, and Matt moans softly.

“I guess that just means I overestimated your manners,” Matt retorts, glancing back to watch Near lube himself up.

His hand tightens on Matt's hip as he pushes inside slowly, and for a few minutes, neither of them are capable of witty rejoinders. Matt's fingers dig into the rug, as he adjusts to the sensation, Near's breath is heavy on the back of his neck. It doesn't take long before he starts to wriggle his hips, making Near gasp behind him.

“If I say please, will you fuck me?” he teases, and Near thrusts into him slowly before replying.

“I'll do it anyway,” he sighs, and slams into him again.

“Near--!” Matt moans, arching like a cat when Near angles his thrusts to make sure he hits Matt's spot. His fingers leave trails in the rug, absolutely sure that Near will touch him without prompting, and of course he's right; Near lets one hand drift down Matt's chest, brushing across his nipples in passing and dipping into his navel before moving down to his cock. Matt moans, rocking back against Near as his fingers closes around Matt's shaft and he moans in Matt's ear, a tiny shudder passing through him.

“Near,” Matt moans again, pushing his hips back. “Fuck, I'm going to come--”

Near moans even louder in response, slamming into Matt harder and rubbing his thumb in cicles against Matt's cock on every upstroke of his hand.

They rest again, listening to each other's breathing in the silence until eventually Near comments:

“You've ruined my rug.”

Matt starts to laugh, finds him unable to stop, and is still laughing when he drags Near to his feet and off to the bedroom.

“I'm not sure why that's funny...” Near says, but that only makes Matt laugh harder as he tumbles them into the bed.

Laughter or not, he's asleep minutes after his head hits the pillow, Near already out like a light.

"You have the window open,” he sighs, and then adds, “It's snowing."

"You could put some clothes on," Matt counters, and Near simply shrugs.

"I'm going back to bed in a minute, what would be the point?"

"Being shy around you became moot several weeks ago. It's not as if you haven't seen everything already."

Matt just snorts, and Near wraps his arms around his waist.

"...You're staying tonight, aren't you...?" he asks, and there's a tiny hint of emotion in his voice that sounds, to Matt, suspiciously like hope.

Eventually, Near sighs and squirms a little, stretching.

"We should go back to bed before I suffer frostbite on something vital," he says, a wry little smile curving his lips.

Matt grins back and pitches his cigarette out the window. "Vital, hm?"

"You should move in here," he says quietly, kissing along Matt's chest. "It would be easier, and you could help me more."

"Plus my place is a fucking dump and you hate going there," Matt says, amused. Really, this was something he'd been thinking about for a while now, and even if he hadn't expected Near to ask, he definitely isn't saying no.

"Plus your place is a fucking dump and I hate going there," Near agrees, nodding.

"Roger brings me food once a week," Near says, shrugging a little. "I keep a list, so you could add anything you wanted to it."

"Roger comes here?" Matt asks, incredulous. He hasn't seen the old bastard since he left Wammy's three years ago, but he supposes it makes sense.

"He'll know I'm here, though, right?" Matt asks, trying to keeping his voice neutral.

"He already knows you're here."

That figures, Matt thinks grimly. "Does he know what for?"

"Yes, I've given him a detailed account of our sex life. He's been very interested to hear about my development in that area, actually."

He gazes out at the window with heavy eyes. The snow is coming down thicker now, bigger, heavier flakes falling, covering everything and creating the kind of winter wonderland that is, in Matt's opinion, much better appreciated from indoors. He'll have to go out in the morning to fetch his things, but for now, he's content to settle under the blankets with Near, and let the sound of silence lull him to sleep.

Stolen from kurosaki_akane

Mon, 17 Dec 2007 13:34:07 GMT

Gather all your RP journals, list the characters and any AU versions you RP. Open the doors to the public side so even lurkers can ask the muses questions. Respond with that RP account or if you don't have accounts just to the question given.

Putting this up here on my fic journal so I don't have to flock it, and so my characters can reply with their own journals. If you want to have any of your RP characters ask a question, that's fine, too.

Near @ theinternetcafe - legofortress
Post-series Near. Age 19. Living in England and working on reforming Wammys and the role of L. Married to Matt. Relatively outgoing, wisecracking, helpful.

Near @ compound_rp - notfarbutsmall
Post-series Near. Age 19. Transplanted to Compound. Slowly falling in love with Matt. Introverted, rational, kind.

Near @ woodgroveacadmy - deliciousbrains*
Kiraless AU. Age 16. Kicked out of Wammys for getting too old to be L's successor. Involved in a threeway relationship with Mello and Matt. Angry, rebellious, sarcastic.

Near @ The O!Verse - nearperfect
Kiraless, Wammyless AU of evilness. Age 22. Grand Master of the Illuminati. Semi-involved (i.e., sex and business arrangement) with Matt and Mello. Manipulative, arrogant, obsessive.

Near @ Private AU - blank_puzzle**
AU from Chapter 77, working with Mello to capture Kira. Age 18. Working on the Kira case, now with the help of Mello. No current romantic involvements. Focused, logical, sensitive.

* - Retired, but the muse is still kicking, so feel free to pester him.
** - Actual game on GJ, but I have the same journal on LJ so he'll be replying with that.

FIC: This Is Not How You Blow Smoke Rings (Death Note, Matt/Near, PORN)

Sat, 08 Sep 2007 19:18:59 GMT

Title: This Is Not How You Blow Smoke Rings (Not That Matt's Complaining).
Author: Angryhamster.
Pairing: Near/Matt.
Rating: Porn.
Summary: Porn.
Notes: Porn. For nickel_curry, because she is awesome, and because she asked. <3 Set in Wood Grove RPverse; it's quite AU, which is why the characters are somewhat different than you would expect from canon. Also: unbeta'd. Fair warning.

The couch in Near's apartment isn't particularly comfortable, but Near is not in any hurry to move, and it's pretty obvious that Matt isn't either. Moving to the bedroom would be more of a statement than either of them is in a position to make, and they're fairly settled where they are anyway. Matt is sprawled out on his back across the cushions, head propped against the armrest, and one leg draped over the back. Near's head is resting in the crook of Matt's shoulder, back against his chest, holding one of Matt's cigarettes between his fingers. Matt has one hand up Near's shirt-- not doing anything, really, just resting on his stomach, and his other hand is fiddling with Near's hair, winding random strands between his fingers before letting them fall loose again.

Near sighs and lifts the cigarette to Matt's mouth again, glancing up to watch him inhale, tip his head back, and make the most ridiculous face as he tries to blow a smoke ring. He fails miserably, and Near snorts quietly, grinning a bit as Matt pokes him gently in the ribs under his shirt.

"No laughing until you can do better," he says huffily, but there's no real malice in it, and Near can see that he's struggling not to grin.

"I can do better," Near smirks, and takes a drag from the cigarette. He's better at it now, doesn't cough any more... although he's still not addicted, obviously. He holds the smoke in his mouth for a moment before pursing his lips and blowing a perfect ring that hovers in the air for a few moments before floating upwards and dissipating somewhere near the ceiling.

Matt gapes at him. "How did you do that?"

Near grins. "Want me to show you?"

Matt nods. Near stubs the cigarette out on an empty coffee table, and leans back up to kiss him. It's an awkward angle, but it's still good; Matt knows what he's doing. He licks at Near's bottom lip before nibbling gently and deepening the kiss. Near sighs softly, kissing back for a moment before pulling away so that he can turn around to kiss him properly. He settles himself across Matt's hips, hands on the arm of the sofa either side of his head, and leans down to kiss him.

"It's like this," Near says against his mouth, and kisses him again, harder this time. He teases Matt's tongue with his own, and he's cheating a little, because it's not exactly what he does to blow smoke rings, but Matt doesn't seem to mind, particularly, because when Near pulls back a few moments later, his face is flushed and his breathing is short and uneven.

He licks his lips and stares at Near's mouth for a minute before saying, "Maybe you should show me that again," and tugs him down for another kiss. Near lets him, kissing back, and sliding one hand into Matt's hair. Matt moans into his mouth and sits up a bit, keeping Near in his lap by wrapping an arm around his waist, fingers splayed around his ribcage. Near wriggles deliberately, just a little, and drapes his arms around Matt's shoulders as they kiss.

Matt's natural leisureliness is evident even here; it's lazy and unhurried and sweet, the perfect build-up, and after a while, Near finds himself squirming on Matt's lap not to tease but because he can't help himself. Matt slides his hands under his shirt again, stroking along his back, scratching lightly at the hollow and tracing small circles, and Near makes a sort of half-purring sound that makes Matt grin against his mouth.

"You're a tease," he pouts irritably. Matt nuzzles at the corner of his mouth, still grinning, and nips very gently at his lip.

"It's only teasing if I'm not going anywhere with it," he reminds Near. "Believe me, I'm going somewhere with this." He rocks up against him to drive his point home, and Near whines quietly and digs his fingers into Matt's shoulders when he feels him, hard, even through two pairs of jeans. It sends a little shudder through him-- being with him, affecting him like this, because god knows Matt is affecting him, sliding his hands over Near's back, across his sides, up his chest and oh, god--

Near cries out when Matt's hands skim across his nipples, arching up into his hands and rocking against him.

"Matt," he says pleadingly, and Matt puts his hands flat on his chest and rubs his thumbs over his nipples again, back and forth, leaving Near squirming on his lap, whimpering quietly.

"Arms up," Matt says, and Near responds automatically so that Matt can pull his shirt over his head, not wanting to bother with the buttons. Near kisses him again as soon as it's off, and suddenly half-wishes that Matt's shirt had buttons so they wouldn't have to stop kissing long enough to take it off, too. His hands skim along the hem of the shirt, rubbing the backs of his fingers against Matt's stomach, feeling his sharp intake of breath from the way his stomach shies away from Near's fingers.

Near nips at his lower lip and tugs the shirt upwards wordlessly. Matt draws back just enough to let him, then pulls him into another kiss before it even hits the floor. Near sighs into his mouth, pressing against his chest and wriggling a little, wanting their pants off, too.

"Near," Matt moans quietly, and Near shivers, scratching along his sides, letting his hands drop lower to curl into the waist of his jeans. Matt rocks up again, and Near undoes the top button, brushing his thumb teasingly against the skin just underneath. "Stop going so fucking slow, Near," Matt growls, and Near grins at the implied order.

"Make me," he says, mostly joking, but Matt seems to take him seriously, catching him by the hips and arching up so that they both roll off the cushions and onto the floor between the couch and the coffee table. Near lands on his back with a soft gasp of surprise as the breath is knocked out of him, mostly muffled by Matt's mouth as he leans down to kiss him, hard.

He moans into it, squirming under him and rocking his hips up to rub against him a bit. Near kisses a trail down from his mouth and nudges Matt's jaw up so he can get at his throat, leaving little bites on the way down to his chest. He dips his tongue into the hollow at the base, and licks a stripe upwards, feeling the vibration of all the little sounds Matt makes under his tongue. Matt moans his name again, and Near nuzzles his way up to his ear, licking at the lobe.

"Let me...?" He inquires softly, nosing at him a little. Matt mumbles something that sounds soft and needy, and enough like assent that Near is prepared to continue. He shifts around a bit, nudging Matt onto his side, then onto his back, and crawls over him, grinning a bit.

"You like this," Matt comments. One eyebrow and the corner of his mouth are lifted in obvious amusement. "Being on top, I mean."

"...I like a lot of things," Near says, and leans down to kiss him, balancing on one hand and skimming the other down his body to work his jeans open. "Besides," he says quietly, slipping his hand into Matt's underwear and wrapping his fingers around his cock, "...You'll get your turn."

Matt arches up into his hand with a breathy mutter of, "Oh, fuck, Near."

"That's not actually what I had in mind," Near says, and leans over him to leave a trail of kisses along the center of his chest, all the way down to his navel. He gets his pants undone relatively easily, and tugs at them a little to get them down, pleased when Matt lifts his hips to help. Near nuzzles at his hipbone, and licks along it as one hand slides slowly up Matt's thigh, inching closer to his cock. There's no embarrassment, no awkwardness, and an odd sense of familiarity as Near settles between his legs and trails his fingers along his length. Matt moans and arches so sharply that Near has to catch his hips and press him back against the carpet, grinning up at him.

"You are a fucking, evil, little tease," Matt groans. "I swear to god, Near, when I--" He stops mid-sentence as Near lowers his head to lick at him, words giving way to a low moan. His fingers twine in Near's hair as Near draws the tip into his mouth, glancing upwards to check on Matt's reaction. He seems to be taking it rather well; worrying his lower lip between his teeth, head tipped back, breath hitching with every touch of Near's tongue, every pull of his lips. Near traces a circle around the crown with the tip of his tongue and Matt moans loudly, arching up into Near's hands and squirming desperately. Pleased at his reaction, Near does it again, slightly harder. Matt shudders, biting down on his lip, and Near stares for a moment, captivated, before Matt notices that he's stopped, and glares down at him.

"Don't fucking stop, Near," he groans, but there is a pleading edge to his voice that belies any authoritativeness he might otherwise have had. Still, Near seems to be particularly bad at saying no to Matt, and he takes him in a little deeper, swiping his tongue across the tip. Matt's fingers tighten in his hair and Near makes a soft sound, sucking lightly and licking at him teasingly, along his length, across the tip, pressing his tongue against the underside until Matt tugs on his hair almost enough to hurt. When he glances up, Matt's eyes are glazed and his chest is rising and falling rapidly. There are tiny indentations on his lower lip left by his teeth; Near can see them, even from halfway down his body. Near's gaze meets Matt's, and there is a spark of something warm and electric between them that leaves heat and tension coursing though Near's body, blood rushing downwards and leaving him light-headed. He squirms, only slightly, but Matt catches it anyway. He grins, rocking his hips a little, scratching his nails along the nape of Near's neck and making him shudder.

His own impatience is beginning to match Matt's. Matt's thumb slides along his cheek, his jaw, his bottom lip, and Near moans a little, taking him in as deep as he can and moving one hand to stroke the rest quickly. Matt gives a strangled gasp as Near sucks hard, bobbing his head and licking at him.

"Near--" he moans, warningly, but Near is entirely too focused to care, stroking him roughly and trying to wriggle his tongue in just the right way to--

Matt arches when he comes, shoulders lifting off the floor as he tips his head back and moans, rocking up a little. His nails scratch across the nape of Near's neck as Near draws back to swallow, licking at the tip.

"Oh, Jesus," Matt moans, shuddering, and fists his hands in Near's hair again. He slumps back against the carpet, stroking the back of Near's neck and sighing. Near glances upwards; Matt's eyes are closed and his breathing is shallow, but growing more steady. He licks at him once more before withdrawing, placing a light kiss on his hip as he makes his way upwards, leaves another on his bottom rib, the spot between his collar bones and finally, on his chin, then drops down onto the carpet beside him. He tucks in against Matt's side, resting his head on his shoulder. Matt drapes an arm around him loosely and nuzzles the top of his head, sighing heavily.

Near breathes in his scent, nuzzling against his shoulder, and, after a moment, Matt tilts his chin upwards and kisses him without a word. Near sighs into it, moaning a little, and presses against him. Matt tugs him closer, and trails his hand down along his spine. He traces a circle at the small of his back, and Near shivers, breaking the kiss to moan softly against his mouth and squirm against him.

"Matt--" he whimpers, and Matt cuts him off with another kiss, then dips his fingers into the waist of his pants just above his ass. Near whines, wriggles, and curls his fingers around Matt's shoulder. Matt shifts over him, mumbling something against his mouth, and nudges him onto his back. Near lets him, shifting around until he's flat on his back with Matt on top of him, arms draped loosely around Matt's shoulders. He deepens the kiss, and lets his weight settle over Near, pinning him to the floor.

Near whines at this, trying to rock up against him, but Matt is larger, and heavier, and it doesn't take much for him to keep Near in place.

"I warned you," Matt says, breaking the kiss and nuzzling his way down to his chin. He nips there, and continues downwards slowly, pausing to lick at his throat. Near moans, tips his head back, and tries to rock up against him. It's no use; Matt has him exactly where he wants him, hands on Near's hips, pressing him back into the carpet, tongue in the hollow at the base of his throat.

"But-- I-- You-- Matt--" He squirms. "Please, I--"

"You...?" Matt queries, glancing up and grinning before dipping his head again, darting his tongue out to lick one nipple. Near closes his eyes, arching up and sighing, giving up, and giving in.

"Just don't tease me too much, please...?"

"Oh, Near," Matt sighs, kissing his way across to the other nipple, "I wouldn't dream of it. Of course, 'too much' is kind of subjective, don't you think...?" He circles his nipple with his tongue, licks across it, and continues downwards.

Near groans, scrabbling at Matt's shoulders, writhing a little as Matt drags his fingers down his sides, nuzzling at his stomach.

"I didn't make you wait this long," Near points out, as Matt pops the top button on his jeans. Matt kisses the skin there and grins up at him.

"Didn't you?"

"No," Near whines, squirming a bit as Matt undoes another button.

"I think you did," Matt says, and licks a stripe up to his navel.

Near shudders.

"But--" he whines, momentarily distracted from pleading as Matt gets the last button undone and tugs at his jeans a little. "You-- Oh, god," he moans; Matt is licking at him through his underwear, and he has pretty much lost the capacity for all functional thought. Matt noses at him and then starts tugging his underwear down, so slowly that it makes Near grit his teeth.

He glances down, desperate, and Matt grins up at him, amused, and then licks him from base to tip. Near moans, and closes his eyes; it's too much, and he almost comes right then. He shudders, digging his fingers into the carpet at his sides; he doesn't trust himself to touch Matt, not when he's worked up like this, not when he's so desperate that he can barely think.

Matt licks at him again, then draws Near's cock into his mouth, slowly, impossibly slowly, and Near's breath is coming in short, hard pants. He squirms, whimpering, trying to get Matt to hurry up, but he seems insistent on taking his time and presses Near's hips back into the carpet. He licks at Near teasingly, swiping his tongue across the head, humming a little, before sucking hard and taking him deep. Near tips his head back, a strangled whine clawing its way out of his throat.

"Matt," he moans. "God, Matt." He looks down, and Matt is staring up at him through his lashes. Near shivers, lifting one hand to brush his fingertips along Matt's cheek, tracing along the bone. Matt circles his tongue around the tip, licks at the underside, and starts to suck him harder, building a rhythm. Near tries to manage a, "Well, finally," but it comes out a desperate moan as Matt works one hand between his legs to cup his balls. Near squirms, writhing under him, and he can feel the pressure building. He's getting closer and closer, Matt's hands and mouth pushing him towards the edge. Near arches up, moaning, and digs his fingers into the carpet again.

"Matt-- I--" But that's all he can manage before he's coming, shivering as Matt holds him in place and sucks him through it, trailing his fingers along his skin and swirling his tongue around the tip. Near whimpers and squirms and pants, rocking into it as much as Matt will let him, and it feels like the whole world --his whole world-- has shrank down to this; just them, on the floor, driving each other crazy.

He only half registers Matt crawling back up him, skimming his hands along Near's sides before settling over him and leaning down to kiss him. Near kisses back lazily, slipping his arms around Matt's waist and pulling him closer. It feels good to be close to him, to feel him and kiss him and taste him and smell him, to be wrapped up in all of it, and his hands stroke along Matt's spine, tracing circles at the hollow of his back. Matt sighs against his mouth, presses closer against him, shifts a little and--

Near wakes up sprawled half-out of the bed, his shirt bunched up under his arms, and his pyjama bottoms sticky and damp.

Another fucking dream--! Near sighs, rights himself in the bed, and tugs his shirt down irritably. It really is becoming ridiculous, he thinks, but there doesn't appear to be anything he can do about it. It's not as if he has active control over them, after all... However... he realizes with some embarrassment that he's actually sort of starting to... enjoy them.

Still, he supposes it's natural; he is at that age, and they are both very attractive, and he is interested in both of them... Near sighs, pushing himself into a sitting position and dragging a hand through his hair. I'm going to have to sneak down to the stupid laundry room again, he thinks irritably. He slips off the bed and pads to the bathroom, discarding his pyjama pants and shirt on the way.

It's just as well they're white, really; it means he can wash them at the same time as the sheets. There is, he has noticed, occasionally a faint smell of smoke and something else that occasionally clings to his clothes now that he has been spending so much time with Mello and Matt. It's not unpleasant, and it is a reminder of them when he is alone, which he appreciates. Still, he refuses to form a sentimental attachment to a scent, so he doesn't mind washing it away.

Especially not since he knows it only takes one trip across the hall to put it back again.

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fin
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