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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Death_Note
  Relationship:
      Mello/Near
  Character:
      Near_|_Nate_River, Mello_|_Mihael_Keehl, Matt, Matt_|_Mail_Jeevas
  Additional Tags:
      Love/Hate, Shota, Underage_Sex, Shower_Sex, Library_Sex, Wammy's_Era,
      Wammy_House, Bullying, Rivalry, Rival_Sex, Mildly_Dubious_Consent, Dubcon
      Kissing, Snogging, Growing_Up_Together
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-19 Words: 1989
****** Sabotage ******
by eremin
Summary
     "Tired of being number two, Mello decided he needed to sabotage that
     big headed Near's grades."
     The different ways throughout the years that Mello tried to sabotage
     Near's school grades; becomes progressively more and more intimate as
     the years go by.
Notes
     Warning for underage - don't like, don't read! Also, un-beta'd...
     enjoy! My first post on AO3, please give me feedback!
Tired of being number two, Mello decided he needed to sabotage that big headed
Near's grades.
-----
When Near was 7 and Mello was 9, he tried to scare Near by telling him a scary
story about a dead orphan that haunts the corridors of Wammy’s House. He hoped
to leave the younger boy up all night, shaking in fear, unable to concentrate
on the exam they had the next morning.
It didn’t work.
Much to his frustration, Near simply said stated he was too old to believe in
ghost stories, and returned to his studying.
When Near later asked if Mello was scared of ghost stories, implying that he
was more mature than the boy two years his senior, Mello just scoffed and
glared at him.
-----
When Near was 8 and Mello was 10, he waited til Near fell asleep, snuck into
his notebook, and ripped out his essay. He angrily ripped it up in a billion
pieces and threw them out the window.
It didn't work.
Much to his chagrin, Near walked into class the next day with all the pieces of
the torn paper taped together, copying it down on another page in the minutes
before they had to hand it in.
When Near asked Mello if he'd torn up his essay, Mello rolled his eyes and said
maybe Near had done it in his sleep. After all, he does twitch and even
sometimes talk in his sleep. Near just stared at him for a second, and then
went back to reading.
-----
When Near was 9 and Mello was 11, they began doing their reports on the
computer. Mello waited til Near went to the library, found his file, and
deleted it.
It didn't work.
Much to his annoyance, Matt had taught Near how to back up his files, just in
case.
When Near asked Mello if he'd deleted his report, Mello scowled at him, and
said that maybe he's so stupid he deleted it himself. Near responded politely
asking Mello if he'd like help writing his report. Mello just turned off the
lamp and went to sleep.
------------
When Near was 10 and Mello was 12, he poured purple ink into Near’s conditioner
the night before their maths exam. He hoped that it would dye Near’s hair
purple, causing him to be too embarrassed to go to class the next day.
It didn’t work.
Much to his disbelief, all the girls in the class fussed over how cute and
pretty Near’s hair was, while all the boys applauded him for his courage.
When Near looked across the room at a scathing Mello and just smiled, Mello
felt like slapping that grin off his face.
-----
When Near was 11 and Mello was 13, he cornered him in the corridor before
class. He told him how stupid he was, how he looked like an idiot with white
hair, how he looked like a dumb baby, and then he pushed him to the ground and
laughed. He hoped to make Near cry and run back to his room like the dumb baby
he was.
It didn’t work.
Much to his anger, Near simply stood up and, with a cold look, stated that
Mello was the stupid one for he was ranked lower than Near was; that the color
of ones hair isn’t indicative of their intelligence; and that anyone who could
mistake someone Near’s size for an infant was indeed the dumb one.
When Near turned around and added that Mello should find someone his own age
and size to fight with, instead of picking such an unchallenging target as
himself, Mello clenched his fists and shouted in frustration.
-----
When Near was 12 and Mello was 14, he decided to distract Near during his human
psychology presentation. When Near’s eyes fell across him, Mello looked through
his eyelashes and smiled flirtily, touching his fingers to his neck. Near
stumbled over his words and looked away. When he looked back again, Mello was
licking his chocolate bar seductively. Near accidentally said the same sentence
twice. And finally when he looked back once more, Mello had one hand through
his hair and with the other, was touching his fingers to his bottom lip with
his mouth slightly opened. Near didn’t realize he had stopped talking
altogether til the professor asked him if something was wrong.
It. Didn’t. Work.
Much to his disappointment, Mello somehow still didn’t get a higher grade. He
and Near managed to get the exact same score.
Near didn’t say anything to him for an entire week. Mello tried not to think
about it.
-----
A month later, when Near was still 12 and Mello was still 14, their class was
taking a highly important exam in the library. When Near got up to get a book
for the essay portion, Mello followed him into an aisle at the back.
Near looked up in confusion when Mello began backing him into the corner. Just
as Near began to ask what Mello was playing at, he felt his back against the
bookshelf and Mello’s hand rest on his chest. Near gulped when Mello pressed
his body up against Near’s and leant down, brushing his lips up the side of his
neck. Mello knew that what he was doing was a lot to someone who rarely had any
human contact. Mello brought his lips up to Near’s ear, breathing shakily, and
whispered ‘good choice’, before taking the book out of Near’s hands and walking
back to his seat. Near just stood there, frazzled, staring ahead blankly.
A few minutes later, Mello saw Near walking back to his seat with a book held
in front of his crotch. Mello bit back a laugh before realizing that he had the
same predicament.
It didn’t work for either of them.
Much to his shock, neither of them got top score. Matt did, with Mello and Near
tied for second.
Near didn’t even look at him for days. Mello tried not to think about it.
-----
Four days later, when Near was still 12 and Mello was still 14, Near got pushed
in the mud during rugby (P.E. was never his strong point). After walking
silently into their room and putting his backpack on the desk, Near grabbed a
towel and headed to the shower to wash up for the final exams they had that
evening. Mello smirked and took off his clothes, following him in.
Near jumped in surprise and slipped, falling on his bum in the shower. Mello
chuckled and rolled his eyes. Near stood up, holding his hands in front of his
cock. When he saw Mello hungrily eyeing his bare chest, he moved one of his
hands to cover himself there.
“Oh shut up,” Mello chided, closing the shower door behind him.
“I... I didn’t s-say anything,” Near stammered, before being shoved against the
shower wall. Mello grabbed both of Near’s wrists in one hand and grabbed a
handful of the boy’s wet silvery hair with the other.
“Uhnn... Mello,” Near struggled but Mello’s bigger, stronger body had him
pinned to the wall. Near felt embarrassed with his pale body so exposed. He
gasped when he felt Mello’s lips on his neck, in the same spot they were in the
library, but instead of simply brushing across the skin, Mello sucked and bit
at Near’s neck.
Near was too dumbfounded to say anything but inaudible moans. He squirmed and
squeezed his eyes shut as Mello continued to snog his neck, licking up the
surface and sucking at Near’s sensitive spot that sent heat throughout his
body. Near could feel himself harden, craving pressure on his groin; he rocked
his hips forward to meet Mello’s. Mello indulged the movement, pressing his
erection up against Near’s and grinding against him.
Near moaned loudly, deciding to give up resistance and turned his head to meet
Mello’s in a kiss, which soon deepened into a snog. Mello sucked Near’s lip
into his mouth, and briefly thought about switching his oral fixation from
chocolate to kissing. He licked the inside of Near’s mouth and moved their lips
fluidly together.
Suddenly, Mello broke contact and dropped down to his knees. He licked down
Near’s pale stomach before meeting his fully erect cock. He licked up the
surface slowly, then took it into his mouth, sliding his lips down all the way
to the hilt. Near practically shouted in pleasure.
Mello continued bobbing up and down Near’s cock, squeezing his bum with one
hand while the other continued holding Near’s wrists. He licked at the tip,
causing Near to squirm and moan.
“Ahh, M-mello, too much,” Near warned, :I’m gonn-a-gahhhh!”
Near yelled when he felt Mello’s fingers slide between his bum cheeks and rub
against his hole, slippery from the shower.
Mello suddenly stopped, quickly turning off the shower, slamming the door open,
and frantically shoving Near out onto his bed. Still dripping wet, Near
cooperatively climbed onto his bed and laid on his tummy, sticking his bottom
high up into the air.
“Plee-eaase,” he moaned erotically, wiggling his bottom, “Mello... please.”
“You are twelve, you fucking slut,” Mello remarked, taking a handful of Near’s
thighs, still padded with puppyfat.
Betraying his words, Mello swiftly spread Near’s butt cheeks and licked up and
down his hole, causing Near to gasp and moan. Mello pressed his tongue in and
slowly added one, two, three fingers, widening him up.
Near’s moans got progressively louder.
Mello pulled away, slapping Near’s ass before saying “Near, shut the fuck up
unless you want someone to walk in here...”
Near bit his knuckles to try and stifle his moans. Without warning, he suddenly
felt Mello’s cock press deep into him, fast and forceful, unhesitant. Near bit
down on his knuckles hard to prevent from screaming.
Mello began thrusting wildly without giving Near time to adjust - after all,
he’d never done this before and didn’t know exactly what he was doing, just
following what felt good. Tears began wetting Near’s eyes, and he couldn’t
comprehend the feelings going through his body; he couldn’t tell if he was
feeling pleasure or pain, or both.
Suddenly, Mello hit a spot in Near that made him gasp, he pleaded “there, just
there!” and Mello obliged, hammering against the spot that made Near explode in
pleasure. Mello reached around to wrap a hand around Near’s cock while the
other hand was holding him up by the hips. He began pumping Near’s cock
unevenly, without a steady tempo, but it sent heat all throughout Near’s groin.
He felt like he would explode; the image that came to mind was the dynamite
that Matt liked to make, exploding in sparks and fire.
“You like this? Listen to you moaning like a fucking girl, you sound like a
little whore,” Mello growled.
It confused Near that Mello’s words were that of loathing, yet he was
performing an act of love and bonding... or at least, that’s what Near thought
this was. His thoughts were cloudy and he couldn’t think straight; his lessons
in behavioral psychology all flew out the window.
“Yeah, ohh,” Mello began moaning, despite his previous remarks of disgust,
“yes, N-near.”
After a few more thrusts Near felt his bottom fill up, Mello’s cock pulsing in
his body. Mello squeezed himself tight to Near’s body as he came, collapsing on
him as he pulled out; and with that motion alone Near met his climax as well -
an unfamiliar sensation coursing through his veins as he felt the sticky
substance dripping off his cock and out of his bum.
Near fell asleep naked with his hair still wet, and he slept through the exams.
Mello didn't bother to wake him.
It worked.
Much to Mello's horror, he found himself on top of Near again and again and
again, even after exams week was done.
Near never said a word about it. Mello tried not to think about it (but he
always did).
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