This one is a Mello/Near fic (I know, the horror) Please read the warning before going any further!
Authors Note: This one is further proof that there is indeed a special place reserved for me in hell. A special thank you goes to those who encouraged me to finish this one. It actually sat partly done for well over a year in a folder.
Warning: If you are a huge fan of Near, and hate seeing him used and abused turn back now. I also suggest that if you are not the legal age to be reading mature content or if the content within this is something that bothers you that you proceed no further and just hit the back button. Now for those brave (and old) enough to continue, this story contains foul language, sexual themes, toys (sexual) and massive amounts of humiliation for Near! I may be persuaded to write a second part to this, so long as I know that others enjoyed this.
"You small dicked, emotionally stunted twat."
Some say that with age should come a marginal level of maturity. That the bullies of youth, will outgrow the behavior, growing to become a productive young adult. Yes there is always that chance that with the increase in physical age there will be an increase in cruelty. Near mulled this over as Mello paced half circles around him, the older young man reeking of uncontrollable tension and rage- all of which was directed at Near.
Near remained silent, using the time to calculate just what Mello may be planning. He could see the far off stare, the slightest tilt of the blonds head. The tell tale signs that good old number two was thinking of ways to put number one in his place, if not attempting to form a plan to knock him out of the running entirely. Then again, the blond bully was no longer number two, perhaps in the rankings of old he still was, but now he was number one. With stealth he had slipped past Near, clutching the coveted prize, victoriously roaring as Kira fell.
"What? Don't you fucking stare at me you fucking retarded freak."
It was an old game, one that the rules were always changing for. Sometimes Mello took the abuse no further than verbal, but on many an occasion he dealt physical blows. The assumption being that if with brains he could not beat the other into submission, he would with brute physical force.
The back hand that Mello dealt him sent Near to the ground, where he quickly curled up giving him some measure of protection and he was kicked. He fought to control his cries and pathetic attempts of reasoning as the blond continued to assault him, but a well placed kick to a kidney had him writhing, tear staining pale cheeks. Then, as quickly as it had began, the blows stopped coming.
Upon hearing the retreating foot steps, the sound of the black bag Mello had brought be opened, he chanced a look, peering over his shoulder. He could see Mello, kneeling down, searching through the contents his blond hair falling forward, a ragged halo framing the face of a fallen angel.
"Fuck, forgot the lube." He growled, Near now taking note of the rubber dildo that the Mello held in his hand.
Near swallowed nervously, eyes widening as he took in the size of fake cock his mind already having worked out the fact that Mello had every intention of using it on him, Said blond peered at him from under blond fringe, the steely blue of his eyes glistening with hatred.
"I know how much you love playing with toys, now lets see if you enjoy mine."
Near scrambled to get up, but Mello proved faster, pouncing on the smaller young man and quickly stripping him of his white pajama pants, the flimsy material ripping as it was roughly pulled down exposing his ass to the chilled air of the room and the scrutiny of his one time rival.
With one hand placed between his shoulder blades, pinning him while also keeping him in a bent position to give better access to his virgin ass, Mello inserted the dildo.
Near screamed at the violation, his muscles clenching in vain as he struggled. Mello chuckled darkly, the unmerciful way he dry fucked him waking him feel as if he was being split in two, the dry friction burning as pace increased.
"No..no.." He screamed.
"Oh yes," Mello cooed. "You know you like it. Like the pain? Tell me Nate." The way his real name was spoken with venomous tongue, caused him to sob louder. "Do you wish it was my cock buried in you?"
He pleaded more, as Mello shifted, the sound of the zip of his fly being pulled down.
"Please Mello what? Fuck me? Let me taste your cock? " The dildo was removed, and fingers threaded through pale hair, roughing pulling him to kneel as his tormentor stood.
"Is that what you want Nate?" His stomach churned as the tip of the others hard cock pushed against his lips.
"Suck me, Nate." then snickering Mello added, " Think of it as an over sized lollipop."
Mello's breath hitched, his eyes hooded as he watched his length disappear between virgin lips. When Near could take no more, he pulled back and with fingers threaded in those pale locks thrust forward, snickering at the gagging sounds the younger made as he fucked his face.
It didn't take long, before he began to feel the familiar heat and pull in his abdomen, his thrusts increasing, a hissing as teeth scraped along the underside of sensitive flesh. "Fuck Near...oh mother of god..."
Near knew he could bite down, but didn't. The fear of the blonds wrath should he be unable to get away before he recovered causing Near to continue, and using his tongue followed where his teeth had accidentally scraped. The saltiness of precum making him gag as Mello's orgasm neared. The grip on his hair tightened, his head now being roughly pulled back until he thought his neck would break.
Near watched in disgusted fascination as Mello stroked himself, fingers dancing over the saliva slicked skin of his throbbing dick, a strangled cry breaking the silence of the room as he came, his milky seed spilling over his fingers as his hips convulsed.
Both young men were breathing heavy, one from much needed oxygen flooding his lungs. A choked cry escaped Near as Mello wiped his sticky seed on his face, snarling as he delivered a swift kick to the albinos crotch.
"Ready for round two?"