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dornishviperxFandom: Death Note
Pairing: F!Mello/F!Near
Word count: 2014
Warnings: Gunplay. Graphic/explicit sex scene.
Summary: Mello stops by Near's room for a late night visit after getting her photo back earlier that day. Near has a certain... fixation.
A/N: Don't try this at home. I stuck a gun in my mouth as research (not a real gun - it was a rubber bullet gun. Safety was on. Not loaded. Really I only licked it. Scariest 3 seconds of my life), do not try that at home either. Inspired and encouraged byneallo <3
Pairing: F!Mello/F!Near
Word count: 2014
Warnings: Gunplay. Graphic/explicit sex scene.
Summary: Mello stops by Near's room for a late night visit after getting her photo back earlier that day. Near has a certain... fixation.
A/N: Don't try this at home. I stuck a gun in my mouth as research (not a real gun - it was a rubber bullet gun. Safety was on. Not loaded. Really I only licked it. Scariest 3 seconds of my life), do not try that at home either. Inspired and encouraged by
neallo <3The outline is tantalizing on Mello’s pants even through the darkness of the room — Near cannot help the way her eyes fixate immediately on the barrel, bulging underneath tight leather. She vividly remembers the way that Mello had pointed it at her earlier that day, squarely between her eyes, loaded and hot and ready to fire, while Near fought to retain her composure and return Mello’s picture.
Near’s breath catches in her throat at the thought.
She only manages to look up when she hears a chuckle echoing along the walls of her empty bedroom. Mello’s looking at her like a predator about to pounce, eyes gleaming with the moonlight as it filters through the window panes.
“Hello Near,” Mello says, standing tall against the doorframe and towering above Near, who sits up on her bed, clothed in nothing but a thin, linen pajama. Mello’s tone is mocking, and Near instantly feels heat coursing through her veins.
Mello takes a step forward, long fingers moving to caress the outline of the weapon stashed in her pants. Near bites her lip, managing to compose herself for a moment.
“What are you doing here, Mello?”
Mello takes one more step in Near’s direction, now pulling her waistband down slightly to stroke the bare metal glinting in the darkness.
“I thought you’d be happy to see me,” she says with a theatrical scoff. “You seemed so excited, earlier.”
She comes to stand directly in front of Near, forcing her to look up in order to meet her eyes. The nighttime air is still around them, and the starlight bathes the room in an eerie glow.
“I think,” Near says slowly, trying to keep her breaths under control, “that you’re rather the one that’s happy to see me.”
Her eyes move slowly downwards towards the bulge before darting back up to meet Mello’s again. She looks like she’s smelling blood in the water: pupils blown, tongue darting out to wet her lips, a gentle flush creeping on amber cheeks.
Mello smirks, sardonic. “Good answer, genius.” She brings her left hand up to tangle in Near’s hair and pulls.
Near gasps. Mello yanks her by the hair and Near follows, helpless and delighted with agony, feeling something hot, burning even, traversing her body from her bone marrow out to her skin.
She finds herself at Mello’s feet, knees scraping uncomfortably against the cool wooden floor of the suite, eyes level with Mello’s crotch. With the metal of the gun hidden under her tight leather pants. Near finds herself swallowing the saliva that’s begun pooling in her mouth.
Deftly, Mello undoes her zipper, flashing a slip of red lace before finally, finally, pulling out her weapon. Near holds her breath, eyes fluttering shut. The hand on her hair gives a none-too-gentle tug, until Near feels cool metal connecting on the delicate skin of her temple.
Near shudders.
“Put your finger on the trigger,” she says, voice barely above a whisper.
Mello seems to hesitate, a brief flash of a moment that Near thinks that nobody else would’ve caught, but she does as Near says in the end. As Near feels cold metal trailing down her temple, brushing her cheek, and finally pressing against her lips, she cannot hold back a moan. Her lips part on their own accord, mouth hot and eager.
The first taste of steel and gunpowder on the muzzle has Near gasping, head feather-light and eyes shut tight. Without even thinking about it, she finds herself moving her head to take in more and more of the barrel, as she trails her own hand down between her legs to touch her sensitive, wet cunt through her pajama shorts.
“Keep your hands behind your back,” Mello says, authoritative voice undercut by a breathless edge.
Near does exactly as she’s told despite the trembling of her thighs, which earns her a sharp tug on the hair, quickly bringing the muzzle of the gun to brush against the back of her throat. As she fights her gag reflex, she hears Mello’s voice from above again:
“That’s it, good girl. You know how to take it, don’t you?”
Near feels the gun pulling out of her mouth until only the tip of it is past her lips, then it thrusts inside again. There’s a wet sound as it moves roughly in and out of her mouth rhythmically in time with the thrusts, forcing Near to take it fully into her mouth, until she’s gagging and feeling tears forming in her eyes.
Mello fucks Near’s mouth with the gun with force and precision, finger never leaving the trigger. Near moans around the barrel, and tries to imprint the bitter taste of gunpowder into her tongue. She’s gasping and gagging around it, fighting to keep her hands behind her back like Mello told her to, but she’s aching with want and desperate with need.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Mello says, and Near tries not to read awe into her tone, instead continuing to let her mouth be fucked, focusing on the feeling of cold metal against hollowed cheeks and trying to wrap her tongue around it in time with Mello’s movements.
Eventually, Near feels the long fingers in her hair pull upwards as the gun leaves her mouth. Mello maneuvers her by the hair until she’s lying back on her bed, legs spread open. Near looks up at Mello standing over her, a tall, imposing figure illuminated only by the moonlight. She’s breathless and flushed, but she somehow manages to retain the dignity that Near feels that she has by now surrendered. They wait in silence for a moment, breathing into the night.
Mello points her gun directly at Near’s forehead.
“Take off your clothes,” she says.
Fingers and legs shaking, Near manages to do as she’s told. She unbuttons her shirt, exposing a pair of small breasts with hard nipples, which Mello wastes no time in caressing with cold, dangerous metal, making Near whine and keen under her. The gun moves lower, brushing the waistband of her shorts.
Near takes the hint and shimmies them off along with her underwear, until she’s fully exposed under Mello’s gaze. She feels Mello’s eyes trailing her body, imagining how desperate she must look, naked and flushed all over, legs spread open, slick and wet cunt on full display. It’s a little embarrassing to be seen like this, so open and vulnerable, while Mello retains all her clothes and keeps a gun pointed at her.
“Good,” Mello says, breathless. “Good girl.”
Near whines, moving one of her hands to rest above her mound, fingers not quite brushing the part of her that is so desperately screaming to be touched.
“No, don’t touch yourself,” Mello says, with something like a growl at the edge of her voice. “Only I get to do that, now.”
Near pants, looking up at Mello’s blown pupils. “Please— please, touch me then.”
Mello does. She climbs on top of Near with no hesitation, leaving the gun gently on the ground next to the bed and trapping Near’s limbs beneath her own. She bites down on Near’s clavicle and sticks a finger inside her, quickly joined by another when she realizes how slick and open Near already is.
“Mello,” Near gasps, wrapping her legs around Mello’s waist in an attempt to bring her closer. Mello fucks her hard with two, then three fingers, while toying with her nipple with her other hand. Near moans and whines as Mello drives into her, sweat permeating her and sticking to Mello’s clothing.
“Ah, ah— wait,” Near manages to say, despite herself. She’s breathless and panting, but Mello stops above her.
“What is it?” If Near didn’t know any better, she’d think she heard a twinge of concern in Mello’s voice; she doesn’t let herself dwell on the idea.
Near takes a minute to catch her breath.
“Will you… put your gun back in your pants?” she finally asks.
Mello freezes, eyes going wide for a moment. She takes a couple of seconds to collect herself, but slowly, she moves to sit up and pick her gun up from the ground. Mello slides it gently back into her pants, and Near is once again transfixed by the way it bulges against her clothing. She bites her lip.
When Mello moves to lean back over Near, fingers moving down to touch her wetness again, Near acts quickly. She grabs Mello’s hands, using them as leverage to switch their positions, until Near is sitting atop Mello’s hips, straddling them with trembling thighs. She moves her right thigh up Mello’s side and angles her hips just so — until she feels the bulge of Mello’s gun brushing against her clit and groans. Near lets her eyes flutter shut as she leans down and sets her forearms next to Mello’s head. Then, Near grinds down on the barrel of Mello’s gun.
“Ah, ah,” she gasps breathlessly, as she ruts insistently on the leather that hides that tantalizing, dangerous bit of metal. For a moment, Mello does nothing underneath her, but she quickly seems to understand and moves her hands to tangle in Near’s hair, pulling it in time with her movements.
The gun feels hard and cool even through the leather, the slick of her cunt smearing Mello’s pants. Near teases her own clit against the muzzle of the gun with the rutting of her hips, before canting them slightly higher up to continue to grind against the barrel.
“That’s it,” Mello says into her ear as Near gasps and groans above her, hips getting more and more desperate with each movement, “you’re doing so well.”
She moves one hand out of Near’s hair and slides it down, until she reaches Near’s eager and waiting cunt from behind to easily slide in three long fingers, pumping in and out in time with Near’s desperate grinding. The stimulation is almost too much: Near’s entire body shudders as she comes between Mello’s fingers and her gun.
She collapses on top of Mello, breathless and with a thundering heartbeat. Mello continues to card her fingers through Near’s hair as she comes down, waiting a few minutes before tilting their bodies so that she and Near are lying next to each other. Mello takes a few moments to steady her own breathing, then moves to sit up.
Near reaches out for her wrist — a quick, instinctive reflex.
“Wait,” she says, brain not quite caught up to her actions, mouth moving on its own. “Stay.”
Mello narrows her eyes and shakes off Near’s grip. “I’m not sure what you thought this was, exactly, but I have shit to do — you may have heard of this Kira guy? I’m leaving.”
“Then, why did you come here?” Near asks, far too quickly. She regrets it as soon as it leaves her mouth — she’s not sure she wants to know the answer to that.
Mello’s mouth quirks downwards, an angry look taking over her face. The moonlight only makes her features appear harsher, more distant. She looks away from Near before speaking. “You were practically begging me to, with how you looked at me earlier today. Just thought I’d take what was being offered.”
Something cold wraps around Near’s heart. She reaches out for Mello again, this time settling a hand on her thigh. At least Mello doesn’t brush her away, this time. “Well I’m… offering again. If you want to stay for the night. I want you to.”
Near feels more exposed saying that than lying naked, more vulnerable than she had with a gun between her lips. She tenses, stops breathing, braced for Mello’s response.
Mello looks at the ground, then back at Near for a moment, biting her lip. Her brow is furrowed; she looks frustrated. Near commits it to memory. “Hmph… fine. Tonight. Only tonight. And you’ll owe me.”
Near nods, immediately acquiescing. She can breathe again.
Mello looks her in the eyes firmly and smiles, moonlight glinting mischievous in her eyes. “Then, tomorrow, may the best woman catch him.”
Near smiles back.
Near’s breath catches in her throat at the thought.
She only manages to look up when she hears a chuckle echoing along the walls of her empty bedroom. Mello’s looking at her like a predator about to pounce, eyes gleaming with the moonlight as it filters through the window panes.
“Hello Near,” Mello says, standing tall against the doorframe and towering above Near, who sits up on her bed, clothed in nothing but a thin, linen pajama. Mello’s tone is mocking, and Near instantly feels heat coursing through her veins.
Mello takes a step forward, long fingers moving to caress the outline of the weapon stashed in her pants. Near bites her lip, managing to compose herself for a moment.
“What are you doing here, Mello?”
Mello takes one more step in Near’s direction, now pulling her waistband down slightly to stroke the bare metal glinting in the darkness.
“I thought you’d be happy to see me,” she says with a theatrical scoff. “You seemed so excited, earlier.”
She comes to stand directly in front of Near, forcing her to look up in order to meet her eyes. The nighttime air is still around them, and the starlight bathes the room in an eerie glow.
“I think,” Near says slowly, trying to keep her breaths under control, “that you’re rather the one that’s happy to see me.”
Her eyes move slowly downwards towards the bulge before darting back up to meet Mello’s again. She looks like she’s smelling blood in the water: pupils blown, tongue darting out to wet her lips, a gentle flush creeping on amber cheeks.
Mello smirks, sardonic. “Good answer, genius.” She brings her left hand up to tangle in Near’s hair and pulls.
Near gasps. Mello yanks her by the hair and Near follows, helpless and delighted with agony, feeling something hot, burning even, traversing her body from her bone marrow out to her skin.
She finds herself at Mello’s feet, knees scraping uncomfortably against the cool wooden floor of the suite, eyes level with Mello’s crotch. With the metal of the gun hidden under her tight leather pants. Near finds herself swallowing the saliva that’s begun pooling in her mouth.
Deftly, Mello undoes her zipper, flashing a slip of red lace before finally, finally, pulling out her weapon. Near holds her breath, eyes fluttering shut. The hand on her hair gives a none-too-gentle tug, until Near feels cool metal connecting on the delicate skin of her temple.
Near shudders.
“Put your finger on the trigger,” she says, voice barely above a whisper.
Mello seems to hesitate, a brief flash of a moment that Near thinks that nobody else would’ve caught, but she does as Near says in the end. As Near feels cold metal trailing down her temple, brushing her cheek, and finally pressing against her lips, she cannot hold back a moan. Her lips part on their own accord, mouth hot and eager.
The first taste of steel and gunpowder on the muzzle has Near gasping, head feather-light and eyes shut tight. Without even thinking about it, she finds herself moving her head to take in more and more of the barrel, as she trails her own hand down between her legs to touch her sensitive, wet cunt through her pajama shorts.
“Keep your hands behind your back,” Mello says, authoritative voice undercut by a breathless edge.
Near does exactly as she’s told despite the trembling of her thighs, which earns her a sharp tug on the hair, quickly bringing the muzzle of the gun to brush against the back of her throat. As she fights her gag reflex, she hears Mello’s voice from above again:
“That’s it, good girl. You know how to take it, don’t you?”
Near feels the gun pulling out of her mouth until only the tip of it is past her lips, then it thrusts inside again. There’s a wet sound as it moves roughly in and out of her mouth rhythmically in time with the thrusts, forcing Near to take it fully into her mouth, until she’s gagging and feeling tears forming in her eyes.
Mello fucks Near’s mouth with the gun with force and precision, finger never leaving the trigger. Near moans around the barrel, and tries to imprint the bitter taste of gunpowder into her tongue. She’s gasping and gagging around it, fighting to keep her hands behind her back like Mello told her to, but she’s aching with want and desperate with need.
“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Mello says, and Near tries not to read awe into her tone, instead continuing to let her mouth be fucked, focusing on the feeling of cold metal against hollowed cheeks and trying to wrap her tongue around it in time with Mello’s movements.
Eventually, Near feels the long fingers in her hair pull upwards as the gun leaves her mouth. Mello maneuvers her by the hair until she’s lying back on her bed, legs spread open. Near looks up at Mello standing over her, a tall, imposing figure illuminated only by the moonlight. She’s breathless and flushed, but she somehow manages to retain the dignity that Near feels that she has by now surrendered. They wait in silence for a moment, breathing into the night.
Mello points her gun directly at Near’s forehead.
“Take off your clothes,” she says.
Fingers and legs shaking, Near manages to do as she’s told. She unbuttons her shirt, exposing a pair of small breasts with hard nipples, which Mello wastes no time in caressing with cold, dangerous metal, making Near whine and keen under her. The gun moves lower, brushing the waistband of her shorts.
Near takes the hint and shimmies them off along with her underwear, until she’s fully exposed under Mello’s gaze. She feels Mello’s eyes trailing her body, imagining how desperate she must look, naked and flushed all over, legs spread open, slick and wet cunt on full display. It’s a little embarrassing to be seen like this, so open and vulnerable, while Mello retains all her clothes and keeps a gun pointed at her.
“Good,” Mello says, breathless. “Good girl.”
Near whines, moving one of her hands to rest above her mound, fingers not quite brushing the part of her that is so desperately screaming to be touched.
“No, don’t touch yourself,” Mello says, with something like a growl at the edge of her voice. “Only I get to do that, now.”
Near pants, looking up at Mello’s blown pupils. “Please— please, touch me then.”
Mello does. She climbs on top of Near with no hesitation, leaving the gun gently on the ground next to the bed and trapping Near’s limbs beneath her own. She bites down on Near’s clavicle and sticks a finger inside her, quickly joined by another when she realizes how slick and open Near already is.
“Mello,” Near gasps, wrapping her legs around Mello’s waist in an attempt to bring her closer. Mello fucks her hard with two, then three fingers, while toying with her nipple with her other hand. Near moans and whines as Mello drives into her, sweat permeating her and sticking to Mello’s clothing.
“Ah, ah— wait,” Near manages to say, despite herself. She’s breathless and panting, but Mello stops above her.
“What is it?” If Near didn’t know any better, she’d think she heard a twinge of concern in Mello’s voice; she doesn’t let herself dwell on the idea.
Near takes a minute to catch her breath.
“Will you… put your gun back in your pants?” she finally asks.
Mello freezes, eyes going wide for a moment. She takes a couple of seconds to collect herself, but slowly, she moves to sit up and pick her gun up from the ground. Mello slides it gently back into her pants, and Near is once again transfixed by the way it bulges against her clothing. She bites her lip.
When Mello moves to lean back over Near, fingers moving down to touch her wetness again, Near acts quickly. She grabs Mello’s hands, using them as leverage to switch their positions, until Near is sitting atop Mello’s hips, straddling them with trembling thighs. She moves her right thigh up Mello’s side and angles her hips just so — until she feels the bulge of Mello’s gun brushing against her clit and groans. Near lets her eyes flutter shut as she leans down and sets her forearms next to Mello’s head. Then, Near grinds down on the barrel of Mello’s gun.
“Ah, ah,” she gasps breathlessly, as she ruts insistently on the leather that hides that tantalizing, dangerous bit of metal. For a moment, Mello does nothing underneath her, but she quickly seems to understand and moves her hands to tangle in Near’s hair, pulling it in time with her movements.
The gun feels hard and cool even through the leather, the slick of her cunt smearing Mello’s pants. Near teases her own clit against the muzzle of the gun with the rutting of her hips, before canting them slightly higher up to continue to grind against the barrel.
“That’s it,” Mello says into her ear as Near gasps and groans above her, hips getting more and more desperate with each movement, “you’re doing so well.”
She moves one hand out of Near’s hair and slides it down, until she reaches Near’s eager and waiting cunt from behind to easily slide in three long fingers, pumping in and out in time with Near’s desperate grinding. The stimulation is almost too much: Near’s entire body shudders as she comes between Mello’s fingers and her gun.
She collapses on top of Mello, breathless and with a thundering heartbeat. Mello continues to card her fingers through Near’s hair as she comes down, waiting a few minutes before tilting their bodies so that she and Near are lying next to each other. Mello takes a few moments to steady her own breathing, then moves to sit up.
Near reaches out for her wrist — a quick, instinctive reflex.
“Wait,” she says, brain not quite caught up to her actions, mouth moving on its own. “Stay.”
Mello narrows her eyes and shakes off Near’s grip. “I’m not sure what you thought this was, exactly, but I have shit to do — you may have heard of this Kira guy? I’m leaving.”
“Then, why did you come here?” Near asks, far too quickly. She regrets it as soon as it leaves her mouth — she’s not sure she wants to know the answer to that.
Mello’s mouth quirks downwards, an angry look taking over her face. The moonlight only makes her features appear harsher, more distant. She looks away from Near before speaking. “You were practically begging me to, with how you looked at me earlier today. Just thought I’d take what was being offered.”
Something cold wraps around Near’s heart. She reaches out for Mello again, this time settling a hand on her thigh. At least Mello doesn’t brush her away, this time. “Well I’m… offering again. If you want to stay for the night. I want you to.”
Near feels more exposed saying that than lying naked, more vulnerable than she had with a gun between her lips. She tenses, stops breathing, braced for Mello’s response.
Mello looks at the ground, then back at Near for a moment, biting her lip. Her brow is furrowed; she looks frustrated. Near commits it to memory. “Hmph… fine. Tonight. Only tonight. And you’ll owe me.”
Near nods, immediately acquiescing. She can breathe again.
Mello looks her in the eyes firmly and smiles, moonlight glinting mischievous in her eyes. “Then, tomorrow, may the best woman catch him.”
Near smiles back.
