Chocolate before Death ((Closed RP, Near, Mello))

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((and NSFW))

Though he tries to hide it, I know Near's as upset about L having those pictures as I am. If only the door hadn't locked me in the room, I would have gotten them and destroyed them before anyone could have seen them. I should have taken care of that as soon as I was out of the room. But, there were more pressing matters.

I'm shaking, struggling against my instincts to go and hurt Ryuzaki, that otaku girl and her friend, and destroy all the photographic evidence.

I add B to the list just because I can.

I could do that, but it wouldn't help Near at all. I don't think he knows what to do with how he feels. He's never been demonstrative before.

But, he did offer release, which I think will help us both regain something resembling perspective.

The offer surprised me, though. I mean, I know he's told me he likes to lose himself under the whip, the intensity, I didn't expect him to actually ask for it so directly.

"You're sure about this?" I ask before I open our bedroom door.

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I bite his shoulder while I grab the flogger. I'm tempted to reach over and stroke him. He's already hard, it's amazing. But, he needs more.

I pick up the flogger and step back, looking at his back a moment before I start. He still has bruises. I wonder if he'll ever be completely free of them now? His ass is bright, vivid red. If this is what he wants, though, what he needs. I raise my hand and bring the flogger down across his back, from left shoulder to right hip. I give him a second to savor it and then brick the whip back up, left hip to right shoulder.

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At the feel of Mello's teeth, Near sucked in his breath with a wet hiss. It's so visceral, that feeling, such a sensation of presence.

And then the heavy slap of the flogger, god he could feel it in his bones, the shock of it, and it wrings a cry from him from deep in his chest, loud and quavering.

"Yes, oh yes, more, more," he pleads.

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His begging somehow changes something deep inside. I can't explain it, only feel it right now. I don't make him wait. I hit him, over and over, up, down, side to side until I can't see. I can hear him, hear his cries, hear him begging, but I can't see him. I am aware of my pants tightening, of my own arousal increasing with each stroke. I need to be buried in his heat, but I make myself wait until...until I don't know...but not yet.

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It was perfect, perfect, each blow summoning an echoing cry until they melt into a steady wail, and without consciously realizing it, slipping out of consciously realizing anything, he rose up on the balls of his feet, flinging himself back against the lash to the extent of the give of his bonds.

"Yes," he sobbed, and "More," but indistinctly between his moans and cries. His awareness has narrowed blessedly to the binary of the strikes and the anticipation between blows.

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Red, brightly vivid, somehow different, draws my obscured vision. It glistens, shimmering in the light of the room. Some vague part of my brain realizes he's bleeding. It fascinates me. I step forward and lick up the blood. I moan softly. Why do I want this?

Some part of my brain reminds me I need lube. I need to feel his heat around me, I need to taste more of the oh, so sweet fluid tracing glistening red trails down his back. I step back, bring the flogger down across his back again, and move to the bedside table for the lube.

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It was a disappointment to feel the blows slow, cease, until the feel of Mello's tongue on his raw and welting back jolted him, and he gasped, arching up again, and as the flogger landed again he let out another ululating cry, then slips into heavy, rasping breaths, silent by comparison.

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I keep the flogger in my hand while stripping out of my pants. I can't leave him too long. I'll go insane, I know it. I can feel it. The lube is cold, distantly so. I put it on as I walk back to him.

He's short, too short to do this easily. I pick him up, my arm low around his waist and hold him up while I slide him onto my flesh. More glistening red catches my eye. A moan fills my throat as I lean forward to taste it again. I push him forward so his knees are on the bed. Better that way. Then I can still whip his stomach while we are like this.

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Ah god, god, Near bucked and writhed, hoarse ragged yells tearing out of him. His head was full of clean, pure pain, full of the overwhelming pleasure of Mello thrusting into him, the absorbing, thundering, immersive joy of it, and he rocked feverishly between Mello and the lashstrokes, quaking and groaning.

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Something niggled my brain about his shoulders. I bit one while reaching up to release his other arm. Something stopped me from doing that. He wanted something to struggle against. Needed it.

God, he was so hot, so tight...so alive. I needed that. I reached over instead and pulled on the collar a little, restricting his breathing with it, as I continued to bite his shoulder.

I could taste the sweet warmth of his blood seeping in around my teeth. I groaned.

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The pull of the leather made Near twitch again, the dizzying catch in his constrained breathing making him move harder, faster, the press of Mello's teeth earning soft little moans through his raw and tightened throat.

His thoughts has whited out, he heard only his heartbeat, and even if he weren't blinfolded he'd be seeing nothing. His world was narrowed to sensation, to the sensation that Mello alone could provide.

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I dropped the flogger and reached down to stroke his flesh. I needed to come, I needed him to come. I needed it, needed him with me.

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It was almost a feeling of loss at first, when the lash fell away, but at the touch of of Mello's hand he whined and bucked up into it, breathing is hissing half-choked gasps, arms wrenching against his bonds, knowing nothing, nothing, only feeling, and when he came he managed a shrill yell despite the grasp of the collar, jerking and spasming to the limits of his narrowed range of motion.

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I let myself come with him, releasing his shoulder to moan his name. I felt myself wanting to collapse. I reached up with both hands to release him. He fell face down on the bed before I could catch him. I crawled in the bed and pulled him onto my chest, being careful of his back. Everything was surreal, fuzzy. I wrapped my legs around his and held his arm, my other hand threading through his hair. I couldn't move anymore.

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Arms freed, he wrapped them around Mello's waist, clinging as if he feared being torn away. Everything felt overly clear, the air on his abused skin, the soft pillowy comforters, and the anchoring heat and warmth of Mello. He was aware, muzzily, of the blindfold and collar, as his thoughts shaded to words again.

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As my body slowed down, I could think again. I turned my head to kiss his cheek. "Better?" I asked softly. If he was ready, he'd answer me. It felt good, his clinginess. My fingers in his hair touched the blindfold. I'd forgotten about it. When he was ready, I'd take it off, and the collar, too. "Better, my Near?"

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The sounds slowly resolved into words, and Near smiled as he deciphered them.

"I'm... all I can feel right now is being right here. Being yours. s' sort of fuzzy."

His thoughts were returning but vaguely.

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"Good," I whisper. When we're both able, I'll need to wash his back, clean the wounds. I can still taste his blood in my mouth. Oddly, it hasn't gone sour. Still has a lingering sweetness to it. For now, I let myself relax, floating under him, until he's ready to move. All I can feel is him and the vague memory that I have things to deal with.

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Near became aware of the ache in his back, but it was distant, almost as if it were someone else's. He nuzzled Mello's chest, scattering it with light kisses.

"You better?"

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I massage his scalp. "I can think better now. Not as angry. It's a start."

I finger the blindfold. "I should give you a bath. You're going to be incredibly sore."

The only problem is that requires 1. moving and 2. leaving the room, neither of which I want to do.

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He tips his head under Mello's fingers, enjoying the touch.

"Bath sounds nice. If you're in it. I have a rubber duck somewhere."

But, yes, moving seemed like rather an effort.

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I manage to laugh. "A rubber duck? That seems...so at odds with why we'd be taking the bath." Before he can protest, I add, "But, so you, too." I lift his chin and kiss him gently. I then lift the blindfold off him. "Would be nice to have a tub in the room, wouldn't it?" I muse, caressing his cheek.

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"Just don't bite the duck," Near said with as close to a wry grin as he can muster in his still-hazy state.

"Maybe we can figure out a way to put in a hidden passage to one or something."

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I caress his cheek some more. "Will you get jealous if I bite the duck?" I tap his nose. "The duck won't taste as good as you do. Don't worry."

I lift my head and look down his back. "At the very least, I do need to clean the open wounds, for all they've stopped bleeding now." I finger the bite mark I left, still oozing a little. "This especially."

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"The duck won't appreciate it. And it won't scream for you."

He stretched, letting himself really feel how raw his back was. "Yeah, I think so too. How bad does it took?"

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I prop myself up on my elbow as he rests against me. "Ten open wounds, but they've all scabbed over, so they're not deep. We'll have to wait until they heal before we use the flogger again." I examine his skin as well as I can in the awkward position. "About fifteen or twenty more places where the skin's close to breaking. And, my teeth broke the surface in five places." I lower myself slowly back to the bed. "Doesn't look too bad, but you'll definitely be sore for a while. How're your shoulders feeling?"