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„Where the heart is” (Halle/Near; licking, friction, touching, genderfuck. Halle can't help but think Near as terribly strange. She feels bad for him and lets him feel her breasts out of pity, but it quickly gets out of hand.)

Of all the members of the SPK, Near was most proud of Hal. She was a fine physical specimen, beautiful and adept at several martial arts. She’d been the first to volunteer when the call went out to America’s clandestine agencies. After having worked a week with her, Near knew that he could send her into any situation and she would emerge with the result he desired.

Also, she bore more than a passing resemblance to Mello, though Near tried to not to judge her on that alone. Near hadn’t seen Mello in years, but he imagined the boy had grown to look like her: tall, striking, severe. He found Hal attractive in her own right, and had decided to act upon that impulse: the previous day he’d beckoned her over just to feel her breasts. Understanding the subtext of her hesitation before violently punching his shoulder, he’d gladly do it again.

The displeasing thing about Hal was that she, like all of his employees, insisted on going home for the night. Home was a simple concept, yet Near didn’t understand it. Why did these people spend so much of their lives dedicated their jobs when they clearly had different, more important obligations? Near resented it in Hal the most because it was of her he was most proud, and most possessive.
***

Hal shut down her workspace hurriedly. She’d been trying to leave before the other members, but somehow time had passed by and she found herself alone in the room. Alone except for Near, of course. Being alone with him was bad, as she’d found out yesterday. He seemed to have something for her, but even worse, he aroused feelings in her that were altogether unprofessional.

Near was strange, and he’d occupied Hal’s thoughts the whole week since she met him. It was his hands she couldn’t stop thinking about. Those delicate white hands, whose square knuckles betrayed the boy’s gender, which was otherwise questionable. Though his clothes, hair and skin were all soft whiteness, his hands were hard, strong. Masculine. And embarrassingly, she often fantasized about those white knuckles sliding into her cunt. The nubby fingers pressing warm and desperate against her labia and then finally finding purchase, two as one, sliding into her.

For a week she’d dealt with these confusing feelings, and Near had smelled them out, used them to cop a feel. Hal understood Near was a sheltered child, but was it mere curiosity that led him to exploit her? Whatever the case, if she stayed in the office a minute more, she was afraid she’d find out. As she walked towards her locker, past his Lego encampment a deadpan voiced bubbled up.

“What is it like to have a home?” Near asked. Hal’s head spun. He was such an odd child.

“A home is place to return to,” she replied, unsure of what he wanted. Philosophizing was not Hal’s strong suit.

“I suppose Wammy’s House is my home,” Near stated.

“What’s Wammy’s House?” Hal asked, aware that Near had just dropped a vital piece of personal information in her lap. Still, her instincts urged to get to her locker and away.

“It’s an orphanage where L’s successors are raised,” Near said. He twirled his hair around his finger. “There’s no need for you to stand, Hal. It will cause less strain for you if you sit down.”

It was the worst pick-up line Hal had ever heard. And yet, hearing it from Near made it one of the most convincing.

“Near…” Hal started. Then her resolve finally aligned with her unspoken desires. “I’d like it if we sat on the couch in the break room instead.” Near’s eyes widened and his hand stopped making its circles in his hair. It seemed he understood her innuendo all too well.

Near followed Hal into the break room, and when she sat down on one of the large leather couches, he curled up close to her. Hal almost involuntarily moved away to preserve propriety, but then remembered why they were there. And there was nothing remotely appropriate about what would be happening next, Hal reminded herself.

“Thank you for humoring me with a conversation,” Near said. Hal didn’t really have anything to say in reply to that, since he was mostly lying, so she didn’t say anything.

“Would you tell me about your home, Hal?” Near asked.

“Well, it’s only an apartment. I moved in just a few weeks ago. I haven’t shipped any possessions, so it’s empty,” Hal answered. She somehow got the feeling that her answer had been inadequate.

“I understand that many members of the SPK have had to relocate from Washington. I apologize for that,” Near said. In the absence of toys to fiddle with, he twirled his hair furious with one hand and picked at his socks with the other. Hal regarded him coldly for a moment. First a thank you and now an apology from Near? He’s really trying to get on my good side. His attempts at flirting were transparent to her, but if he were in high school with other children his age, such nuanced come-ons would be truly pathetic. She felt a little sorry for him.

Hal had been a middle school outcast herself. Being tall, cold, and female quickly earned her a reputation as a dyke, an accusation she truthfully couldn’t fully deny. The rejection and intolerance ended when she skipped most of high school and moved into her CIA training. Near might not ever have to experience bullies, but in Hal’s mind he was one of the bullied, no matter how many international crimes he might one day solve.

“I have had to relocate as well,” Near added, breaking the silence. “I lived most of my life in the UK.”

“Near…” began Hal again. She put on a small, charming smile. This was it. “If you’d like to touch my breasts again, you may do so.”

“Thank you.” He smiled. The small words jerked Hal. Had he conditioned her so readily to react to his every gesture?

Near slipped a hand inside her suitjacket and inside her shirt. Hal gasped as his small warm hands pressed against her nipples. He may have been aimlessly toggling them, but his amateur hands were already starting to send Hal to a very, very dangerous place. She leaned down towards Near’s white head.

Near leaned up and their lips met. The kiss was soft and dry, but firm. Near’s mouth was small, his lips no bigger than a child’s on hers. He exhaled rapidly through his nose, small bursts of hot air tickling her face. Hal deepened the kiss, tasting the inside of Near’s upper lip and drinking in the air of his mouth. It tasted like food, which seemed very strange, since she’d never seen Near eat. She caressed his bottom lip with her tongue and then wandered into the cavity of his mouth, engaging his tongue. His tongue was small and flat and Hal wrapped around it before retracting into her own mouth and repositioning the kiss. They kissed for several more minutes. Hal’s cheeks blushed furiously, her crotch tingled. Near broke the kiss and began unbuttoning his shirt. Hal looked on mesmerized. Then, kneeling on the couch, he pressed his small chest up against Hal’s face.

“Devour me,” he said. “That’s what he would do.” Hal gave him a slight look. She hadn’t a clue who this “he” was, but she’d bet her badge it was someone from Near’s home, the Wammy House. Or maybe he meant L. Maybe Kira.

Hal wasn’t about to let this opportunity go to waste, sense be damned. She recognized acting, rather than thinking, as her strong suit. She nestled her face into the chest that had been presented to her and hooked her tongue around Near’s pink nipple. Tiny and hard, she played with it in her mouth. Near’s chest rose and fell slightly as she lapped at his other nipple and rolled them between her fingertips. Hal licked a line down his side, and then proceeded to canvass his chest and abdomen with saliva, lifting the secret salts from his flesh, drinking in tastes that she imagined no person had savored. Yet, with her sitting and him kneeling, she could only reach a small area of his body with her tongue.

“Nnnph,” she grunted and lifted Near as delicately as she could unto her lap. His thighs now rested on hers, his belly and *gasp* erection pressed up again her stomach. The white cotton of Near’s pajamas shifted across the rough fabric of her suit as she drew his face upward. Near discreetly pressed his crotch again her belly, gaining pleasure from the blessed friction. Hal cupped his face and kissed his pink lips again before licking the side of his face, his nose, the place where his eyebrows hid, and his ears. Near moaned deeply, and thrust against Hal, desperate for feeling, for touch. Her own crotch ached for touch, but she couldn’t stimulate herself with Near sitting on top of her. Even her legs were spread too far apart to rub together. It was agony.

“Near…” she moaned, biting and licking his ear. His chest pressed against hers. “There’s more… There’s so much more…” With one hand, she lowered him to the couch, while with the other, she rubbed Near’s erection from the outside of his pants. She couldn’t believe how much she needed to do this to him, hadn’t realized how much she cared, how invested she was in helping him achieve everything that he’d ever desired. It extended beyond pride, beyond affection. It was the deepest kind of loyalty she knew.

“N-near…” she gasped.

“H…Hal…” Near whispered, head tilted back. “Huhh… Touch me…”

Hal obeyed. She dove into his underwear. His penis was small but sturdy, and it felt soft around a hard core of erectile tissue. Hal loved it. She began jerking him off softly, but it became quickly apparent that he was ready to come, and if Hal wanted to quell the tension in her own belly, Near was going to have to experience handjobs at a different point in his life. She needed him inside her, she needed to have that reassurance, and then maybe she’d have him rub her clit—


Abruptly, Near shuddered and came. He melted into the couch, all strength gone, his breath rapid. No! thought Hal. She still had a long way to go. And Near wasn’t one to necessarily think of the needs of others. To have come this far and not be able to get off…

“Take it off,” Near commanded, his breath rough. His face was flushed and beautiful and Hal had never seen him as needy, as husky and full of desires as she saw him now, even though he had just climaxed. He pulled at her jacket limply, clear in his intentions, but his strength mostly ebbed away with the force of his orgasm. His will was clear and that’s what Hal obeyed.

“Remove all your clothes,” Near commanded, still breathless, after Hal removed the jacket. Hal hesitated briefly. She hadn’t planned on getting naked, something about that didn’t seem right. And Near being so distant. She’d pictured him ripping off her clothes, sliding them into a pile while he grabbed her thighs and opened them— Had I really thought all that? Hal was less sure than ever of her desires. Perhaps that was why Near was making it easy for her, telling her what to do.

“Stand over there,” Near said. Slipping her bare feet onto the floor, Hal walked a couple steps away from the couch and stood. Not sexily, not anything really. Just stood. It seemed to be exactly what Near wanted. His luminous black orbs fixed on her, absorbing her every curve slowly, inch by inch. Hal could feel her flesh tingling under his gaze, her nipples painfully erect. Near gazed with his full attention, which was quite a lot, and knew no modesty. He gazed at the soft blond hairs of her crotch for some time. By the time Near’s eyes had been on Hal for long enough, his penis had hardened again. There he lay, like some kind of breathless angel, stiff with need, utterly unable to lift himself up, perhaps ignorant of how to please himself, but utterly smitten and made helpless by her. The thought of it was staggering.

Hal stepped over to the couch and leaned down. She knew that it was now her responsibility to give him what he wanted. It was a test of her ability as his subordinate; no, it was him trusting her to carry out his desires. She’d already passed the test long ago.

“If you become uncomfortable with something, let me know. If you want something, let me know,” she said. Near began to give her one of his inscrutable looks, but she instead licked his cheek. She kissed him and doubled over with the hotness of his little mouth, how the tastes had changed completely since the first kiss, and how now he tasted like sex, even though his mouth had yet to do anything but kiss.

Hal straddled Near; their naked sexes pressed on top of each other. Near whimpered as Hal pressed her heat against the base of his cock. Her juices bled out onto his member. Hal leaned down and they kissed passionately, their hands grabbed at each other. Near reached what he could get, mostly Hal’s back, but Hal with her experience and with her better position, thrust her hands between the cushions to grip Near’s ass hard. She propelled him up into her, mashing their bodies together, her cunt getting perilously closer to the tip of his cock. She ground their hips and Near emitted more adorable noises. Oh, she wanted to push it farther, just a few more inches, have him inside her, but she didn’t know if she should, didn’t know if she was allowed to push it that far…

“Hal…” Near gasped.

“Y-yes, Near?” Hal answered. But it hadn’t been a command. Near had simply been calling her name in pleasure.

A spasm shot through her, and she ground roughly into Near, her womanly hips colliding with his small bony ones, and her orgasm spilling out from her cunt. The wooziness clutched her brain, and waves of pleasure washed through her. I love this, she thought. More. As soon as she could move, she got up and walked to the door.


“Hal, where are you going?” Near asked. She guessed he hadn’t grasped much about the female sexual response and its ability to plateau rather than peak and fall. Maybe Wammy’s House was an all-boys’ school. If that was the case, what she was about to do might be familiar to him.

Hal didn’t keep a strap-on in her purse, for obvious reasons. Fortunately, when it came to toys, Near was the king, and she knew she’d have no difficulty manufacturing what she needed on the spot. Five steps into the investigation room’s storage area and she located it. It was a toy for toddlers, a rod that one stacked different size plastic rings around. Absently wondering if there might be some use for the rings themselves, she nevertheless stripped the plastic toy and held it up to her crotch. Perfect.

“Do you have anything with elastic bands?” she called back to Near.

“….” She was first met with silence. Then, “The masks. They’re placed against the rear wall. Additionally, there are the slingshots, which are on the bottom shelf of the second right-side cabinet.”

Hal returned to the break room with several strips of white elastic bands, slashed from their toys with a pocketknife (something she did carry in her purse). Near was as she had left him, body limp and penis hard. He questioned her.

“Those are for making a strap-on.” It wasn’t much of a question.

“Yes,” Hal said. “You’ll have to replace the slingshots.” Hal straddled Near again, this time lifting his legs and hips up and positioning herself. She bent down to give him a kiss.

“What led you to presume I’d want to be penetrated?” He asked into her ear. She whispered back into his. “Why don’t you find out if you like it first before you ask? I’m sure you can draw your own conclusion.” Hal said. Although she hadn’t really answered Near’s question, he didn’t press the point. His legs still lifted, Hal moved down to suck on the inside of Near’s thigh. She licked her way to Near’s entrance, her saliva dripping down his pristine white thighs. She ran her tongue across the whole region: his pinkish balls, his hard cock, and across his ridged hole. She wanted to give him a blowjob, but that wasn’t what she was going to do now, and so she mentally added tasting his cum to the list of things to experience another time.

“Relax, Near,” Hal said. “If you clench this tightly it will hurt a lot. And I don’t have any lube.”

Near sucked in air as Hal pressed one finger against his anus. She withdrew the test finger and continued licking, sucking and kissing until she felt the flesh under her mouth grow soft and pliant and then she cautioned the finger again. When it slid in, with effort, she was able to put a second finger in. Using the other hand to caress his penis, three fingers went in.

“I don’t see…” Near spoke loudly between heavy breaths, “why you can’t just manipulate the dildo with your hands?” Hal’s heart jumped when she heard him articulate “dildo.” Had the word ever sounded so luscious?

“I could,” Hal began, “However, the feeling is not the same. You’ll lose the feeling of my breasts on your chest, for instance.” Near smiled his crooked little smile about that. Hal let his legs down and got up.

“Tie me,” she said. Near’s fingers, those bony, manly fingers deftly knotting the loose ends of the elastic bands and guiding the toy stick through a slit in the band she had cut. Everything was in place, so quickly, despite how both of them trembled.

“You’ll have to lick it,” Hal said, her heart racing. Near recalled the Principle of No Lube and Hal tested her strap-on’s mobility by lowering her makeshift cock into Near’s mouth. It worked smoothly and Hal nearly exploded upon the sight of the brightly-colored plastic descending into the boy’s mouth. Because it had no flexibility, and because Hal had no idea if Near had ever given a blowjob before, Hal didn’t push in very far. Near licked the outside of it, generously.

“Here we go,” Hal whispered, her mind in a fog of adrenaline. She returned to her position behind Near, moments from penetration. She first opened Near up a bit with some encouraging licks of the tongue, but before his saliva could dry on the toy stick, she entered him.

“Aaaah,” Near cried before grinding his teeth together. The stick was tapered, the end not very large, so Hal knew she wasn’t hurting him with the inch inside him. At least not seriously.

“Near, Near,” she repeated, wanting so badly to drill into him, her hips buckling under the restraint. Then her hands were all over him, touching and reassuring and as soon as it felt he was relaxing, she penetrated more.

“Ungh!” she cried as he grabbed at her, gripping her arms and throwing his head back. His little white throat exposed, his body impaled, Hal held so, so much power over him at that moment, she felt like crying.

Hal gently began moving in Near. Soon she was pumping, albeit slowly. Her heart teetered on the edge of explosion, and her pussy was so wet. Near’s eyes were clenched shut, something she’d never seen before. She wished that instead of the toy she had a real cock, not for the first time; a warm and sensitive one to feel him with, maybe like one someone special’s at this Wammy’s House had. One that Near would like.

“What would HE do?” Hal whispered, hardly aware that it had slipped out.

“Fuck me,” Near whispered. “Until I couldn’t stand.”


Later, Hal would understand Near’s words, when he briefed the team about dark, unstable Mello. She would understand much more fully when she met all of his leatherbound glory herself. And the knowledge would come full circle when she dared Mello to have his way with her but ended up on top of him, pounding his ass, while he desperately called her Near.

Near recognized that Hal was in tune with what he wanted: more. She slid in and out of him rapidly, grinding their hips together and pressing her breasts against his chest, into his hands. She guided his butt with her hands, his legs perched on her shoulders.

“Uunh…aaah…sssk…” Near emitted a series of noises and Hal moaned along with him. He sensed the way he was pulling her nipples was driving her crazy. He allowed some heavy thrusts until the friction overwhelmed her and she was lost in orgasm once again.

Hardly had she come, ravished on his chest, then she was back up. In an attempt to pry herself away, and not crush him, she palmed him in his injured shoulder. Near winced and gasped. When she quickly pulled away and pulled out of him, Near noticed with some shock some blood on the toy stick. But it was Hal who gasped this time. Seemingly frustrated with herself, she untied the strap-on and threw it to floor. Honestly, Near was glad to see it go. He’d enjoyed it up to a point, but he’d certainly been unaware the toll someone like Hal could take on his body.

“Thank you,” Near said, shooing away her anticipated apology. “It was something I’ve always wanted to experience.”

“You could have told me to stop,” Hal said, knowing he never would have.

“It was important for you to come,” Near said.

“Why?” Hal asked. Not wanting to know in a general science kind of way, but more in a what-have-you-got-up-your-sleeve? kind of way. Near kissed her passionately before flopping his head down on the couch.

“So that this part would be more controlled,” he said. He reached his hand along her backside and the crease of her buttocks, but was unable to reach what he wanted.

“Move up.”

Hal obeyed, arching her back. Her breasts were now near his face, her rump in the air to meet his fingers. Near ran a finger alongside the ridge of her labia. Tentatively, he pressed inside a tiny bit. His finger was enveloped in warm juice. He felt like playing for a bit, working off the intensity of the previous interaction. Besides, the way Hal was closing her eyes and moaning was delicious. He playfully tapped along the outside of her lips and squeezed and pressed them. He made swirls. Kid stuff. And then he kissed her, the sex steaming from one body to another. She made the kiss rough, using too much suction and he recalled Mello’s kisses, more violence than passion. Hal had those forceful edges to her too, and they were just as appealing on her as they were on Mello. But far more attainable.

He guided his hand to his cock, ready for what would come next.

“I guess I’ll be taking your virginity twice in one night,” Hal said, as Near guided himself into her. Hal lowered her hips, and they were one. The meeting of their parts was hot and tight. All the juices and muscle tension that had built up in Hal’s pussy, so neglected through the evening, welcomed Near. He couldn’t understand why Hal had wanted to move in him when she’d penetrated him, nor understood what kind of pleasure she got from friction when obvious just being inside the other party was so satisfying. But then he recalled her member had been insensitive, unable to drink in the light pulse he felt, the temperature and softness.

Try as he might, Near could only manage the most modest of thrusting moves. Hal was on top of him, and much heavier. Even though she distributed her weight elsewhere, he still felt helpless. Then she began to move, and the feeling was incredible. Near couldn’t help but gasp, and keep gasping as their slick sexes joined in rhythm. The pace increased and Near was grateful, so grateful for Hal being as good as she was. What a great tool, what a professional, and how proud he was to have chosen so competent, so attractive, so obedient of a subordinate that she could follow his whims even beyond his orders. Someone who had brought him to climax once and oh, the way their bodies were slipping together, would bring him to climax a second time soon.

God damn Hal Lidner, Near praised. A woman who can make a strap-on out of a toy ring set and some slingshots.

Mello could never do that. If you handed him the same tools he’d kick over the ring set and sting Near with a few bites of the slingshot like the bully he was. Pleasuring Near would not come into the picture. Mello could never give himself over unquestioningly like Hal was right now. No matter how much he wanted him to.

Near felt a tightening in his belly and his groin accompanying the thoughts of Mello, but out of respect for Hal, kept it at bay (with images of Mello hitting him with slingshot rocks, no less) until he felt her quivering as well, her breath hacked. Her chest grew flush and all the muscles tightened in her vagina. Her speed increased and so Near let go as well, bursting inside her as everything went black and faded away.

***
Near awoke in one of his beds, a stuffed animal on the pillow beside him. Bound to the stuffed animal with elastic bands was a bottle of aloe. Near smiled inwardly at the gesture. But as he petted the fur of the animal, his thoughts grew solemn. Home. She had left him, while injured!, to go home. She would be back the next day, bright and powerful and eager, he knew. He knew that. Her loyalty to him was exceptional, passionate. But at the moment, and for all intents and purposes, he had lost her forever to something beyond his scope to engage. Home might be, as she said, “a place to return to,” but the SPK headquarters fit that description, too. No, a home was more than that. Although her body and mind might eagerly return here and serve him, her heart would remain safely out of bounds, home.

As he cuddled the animal and involuntarily curled his hair, Near drifted off and dreamed L was welcoming him home to Wammy House. It was a bright and sunny spring day. The doors of the Wammy House were wide open and Mello stood on the front lawn issuing kisses to all.

--End—

Chaperone (L/Mello/Near. L persuades Mello and Near to have sex with one another and directs them during the act without participating himself. Wammy's House era; first time (for both Mello and Near); painful, awkward sex; humiliation.)

“Please kiss.”

“What?!” Mello shrieked. He and Near were in L’s room, ostensibly to receive punishment for being caught kissing (again) in the hallway. The two boys stood nervously in the middle of the wooden floor, facing L in his desk chair. A lollipop rolled in and out of L’s lips. With a slurp, L removed the treat and admonished his successors.

“Do not think for a minute that I am disgusted by your sexual preference or your experimentation. It is quite natural for boys your age, whatever the rules of this institution. I have engaged in such acts myself. It doesn’t bother me. However, wouldn’t you agree it’s more responsible if I act as chaperone?”

“Do not make me insult your intelligence by asking again,” L continued. “You are now to resume your kiss.”

With a huff, Mello smacked Near on the lips. “Can we go now?”

L glared skeptically at the pair. “I expect to see some tongue.”

Blushing, Mello turned back to Near. His white-haired schoolmate also was red from ear to ear. He looked warily at Mello. Mello may have been kissing Near for the past couple weeks and maybe Near was the most important person in Mello’s life except L and of course himself, but that didn’t mean he understood Near whatsoever. Or that he had to care what he thought. So he kissed, with tongue. L watched with interest.

“Near, you are expected to reciprocate.”

Tentatively, the white-haired boy’s pale lips opened farther. His baby-soft nose pressed into Mello’s cheek. Mello gave in more to his feelings, and squeezed Near. A wet welcoming place opened between their mouths, and their saliva mingled.

“Keep going.” He’d forgotten L was watching! Did he plan to watch them kiss all afternoon? “You seem to be proficient at arousing each other with kisses. I would like to see your competence at the next step.”

Next step?! Mello shouted in his head. This was as far as they’d ever gone! Farther! Not knowing what else to do, Near and Mello kept kissing, even though the air in their mouths grew stale and their hands, which didn’t dare move, became uncomfortably warm.

“I’m disappointed,” L said. He unwrapped a package of little candies. “I thought the two of you to be much more passionate.”

“But we’ve never done anything more—” began Mello.

“I’m sure you have,” L lied.

He poured the colorful hard candies into his hand and held out the treats. “It can’t be helped, then. Near, come get one.”

Happily leaving Mello’s arms, Near shuffled over, and reached a small hand up –

“No, pick it up with your mouth. And you may not lick my hand.”

Flustered, Near bobbed his head a bit, and pulled his soft hair back, somehow afraid that he’d be punished if even a small part of him touched L. At first he tried to stick the candy to his wet tongue. When that failed, delicately fit his teeth around the piece. He lifted the prize away, unsure whether to eat it or place it somewhere like a trained seal.

“You’ll now give it to Mello without using your hands.” L said. For his part, Mello was sweating. He had never seen anything as erotic as Near’s attempts to lift the candy from L’s hand. Maybe he was really, like really, attracted to Near. Maybe the “next stage” wasn’t going to be so bad? He felt a tingling deep within his abdomen.

Taking the candy from Near’s teeth by wrapping his tongue around it, the boys executed a wet pass that ended up with a string of sticky saliva spread between them, and the candy deep within Mello’s oral cavity.

“Lemme…” Mello began, attempting to pass it back to Near and alert his lover to what joy it was to receive the piece.

“Very good,” L interrupted. He gestured emphatically with his lollipop. “However, you must be more clever, Mello. Don’t simply copy what he has done. Go for more. Unbutton his shirt and lick his skin.”

Trembling not quite as hard as Near, Mello obeyed. Spreading the white folds of Near’s pajama top, he licked and rolled the hard candy around on his chest. Oh, it was blissful. The sharp taste of pineapple lined his throat and soon Near’s chest was slick with saliva and candy flavor. Mello cautioned an eye towards L, who no longer seemed to be watching again. But not making eye contact, L spoke.

“This simply will not do, Near,” warned L. “You’ve already been told once to reciprocate. If you stand as stiff as a board, your lover will presume you dislike him or aren’t interested in his pleasure.” When Near’s hands wove into Mello’s hair in hurried reaction, the blond was inclined to thank L for his advice. But L wasn’t done yet. “Grip harder. And remove Mello’s shirt.”

“Oh yes. And get on the bed,” L added.

Naked as L had instructed, Near laid on the bed. He stared at Mello’s bare body. He’d never seen the whole of it, especially never Mello’s penis. It weirded him out. He could deal with his own pubescent body, but Mello’s was…very other. The strained way Mello breathed no longer entranced him—and the sight of Mello’s engorged flesh rod repelled him.

He didn’t know how to feel as Mello climbed on top of him and kissed him.

“Don’t lie on him like a blanket. And Near, don’t try to shy away. The sensation of rubbing your bodies together is enjoyable.”

But Near wasn’t so sure how enjoyable any of this was.

“Arc your hips. Give Mello some kind of position to work with. That’s good.”

The sheets whisked as the foreign slapping noises of two bodies in heat reverberated in Near’s ears. Gross. And yet, somehow, he was becoming aroused.

“Near.”

Shit. L’s commanding voice again.

“And Mello. Gently touch each other’s penises.”

Hesitantly climbing into sitting positions, they moved to comply. Near blanched when Mello’s sweaty palm made contact with his private parts. His own shaking fingertips touched Mello’s erection, but he couldn’t force himself to do anything more. He’d only ever held his own aroused cock a few times. His first orgasm had come just a month prior, and that had come from rubbing himself against the bed.

A loud clacking signified L’s office chair rolling over to the bed. Suddenly L’s head was at the edge of the bed, inspecting their sex. “Continue,” he encouraged.

Red as a beet, Near plucked at the tip of Mello’s penis as if it were a stuffed animal and his hand the Claw in one of those amusement games. Mello had a different approach. He squeezed Near’s cock in a static deathgrip.

“Nnnagh!” Near whimpered in pain.

“No. That is incorrect.” L said, his face still close enough that the scent of cake mingled with the aroma of arousal and sweat. “P...