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"'kay," Matt said, slipping (somewhat unsteadily) off the counter, and sliding an arm under one of Near's shoulders, pulling him upright.

"It's over this way... down this corridor..." He guided them along, snickering and giggling as they crashed into various pieces of blue furniture. "Fuck, Near, you're totally wasted."

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"It's your fault. You gave me liquor. And tried to talk me out of seeing Mello. It's only nnnn. Natural."

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"Yeah...na...natural...so...shaddaup and kiss and shit..." I growl, trying to keep my feet.

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"I warned you about the liquor! And --" Matt came to a sudden, potentially disastrous halt. "Wait, what? Who kiss what now?"

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"There's only three people here," Near pointed out. His eyes were wide and his gaze was unsteady. "That only gives us a few kiss possibilities. Maybe we should cover all our bases."

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I waver on my feet as we stop. "Yeah...good idea..." I move away to lean against a wall. "Have at..."

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"I thought you two were supposed to be doing all that." Matt didn't look very pleased.

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"Mello said," Near insisted. "But I'll go first then." He leaned against Mello with exaggerated caution, pressed his palms against the wall for balance, and gave him a slow, deliberate kiss.

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I moan softly. I'm just aware enough to know his kiss is submissive. Shit...at least I'm too smashed to react to him...down there...

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"For fuck's sake..." Matt leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes. The room did feel kinda fuzzy... "Well, whenever it's 'my turn', let me know." He'd had enough drunken nights out with nerdy alternative types that the boy-on-boy thing didn't phase him.

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Pulling away from Mello with great reluctance, Near turned his head to look at Matt. "It is your turn. One down, two to go. That's 33 and one third percent. Point three forever."

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"So who'm I supposed to kiss, robo-boy?" He didn't move.

When in doubt, get passive.

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"Robo this," Near muttered, taking hold of Matt's shoulders. He'd been challenged! Pulling Matt close, he pressed tight against him, wrapped an arm around his waist, and gave him a long, deep, and very drunken kiss.

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Well, this was sort of weird. On the other hand it sort of wasn't, because kissing was kissing, especially when you were drunk. You couldn't be lame about this sort of thing, it ruined it for everyone. Near was a bit shorter than Matt, so he draped his arms over Near's shoulders and responded gamely.

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It was easy to lean into the kiss, to close his eyes and let it continue - it was certainly pleasant - but Near abruptly rocked back on his heels, very nearly toppling over. "Next!"

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I laugh a little. "My turn!" I stagger across the hall and lean against Matt. "Ready?" I lean forward, not waiting for an answer. I kiss him, pressing him into the wall, dominating like I did with Near.

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A kiss is a kiss is a kiss, Matt thought. A kiss is a kiss is a --

God. Mello was good at this.

Matt fought to stay passive (because Mello was his best friend), responding no more and no less than he had with Near, but he couldn't help bus dig his fingers into Mello's hips. Not pulling him closer, not pushing back; simply holding. Tightly.

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I couldn't hold back the moan if I tried. I never thought kissing Matt would feel...like this. It's different from Near...more...equal...Near is definitely submissive. But Matt...Matt...oh, god, is that his tongue?

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It was. It was Mello's own fault - if he hadn't moaned, Matt wouldn't have...

He considered breaking off. Maybe, if he pulled away and grinned and said 'well' - maybe Mello would pull him back in and they'd kiss some more.

No. That was stupid - Mello'd never want to do this again. (Neither would Matt, once he was sober... right?) So he kept kissing, letting himself press against Mello. Just a little.

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Fuck...how long has he wanted to do this? His body is warm against mine. I feel myself rocking into his hips. He's not as drunk as I am. His body tells me this. Vaguely, I wonder what it would be like to be between them...

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"Ah - shit..." Matt broke off the kiss as Mello started to move against him, cheeks flushing red; but he was still pressed against the wall. Thank God for the thick goggles that hid his eyes.

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If Near had been sober, he would have walked away.

If Near had been sober, he would have realized of course, it had been Matt and Mello forever, and he had no place there.

But Near was very, very drunk.

Not waiting for Matt to move away, he squirmed up against Mello's side, snaking an arm around Mello's waist, and tipped his head up to lick Mell's earlobe. "Another?"

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I keep a hold of Matt. I don't need him being pissy at me again. Besides...I wanna know. I kiss Near again, dominating him the way Matt wouldn't let me dominated him. My hips are still pressed against Matt and start moving again. I reach for Matt's head, pulling him closer. Trying to be clever, or something, I press him into Near's neck.

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I am not drunk enough for this, Matt couldn't help but think. But Mello was strong, for all he looked like a scrawny little bastard. His head was being manhandled, pressed against Near's throat, and Mello was still -rubbing- against him and "Jesus, Mello, what the fuck," he muttered against Near's skin.

He was going to pull away. Any minute now, he was going to get the hell out of this.

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