::Closed RP for Mello and Near::

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((May stray into NSFW territory))



It wasn't an unreasonable request, Near knew. It had seemed almost silly on one hand and deeply profound on the other, for Mello to want to see him without dark glasses or protective contact lenses.

It would be exaggerating to say Near was hesitant. It wasn't as if he wore them as a psychological defense mechanism; merely to shield his eyes from glare. But there was a psychological component to Mello's request, and that was enough to give the matter weight.

Enough weight that Near hadn't wanted to do it in a rushed, offhand manner. But it's a calm day, and Mello should be returning to their room soon. The time, Near thinks, is right.

Without second-guessing himself, he takes out the lenses, dons his glasses, and adjusts the room lights to a comfortable dimness. He'll take the glasses off when Mello returns.

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It's been quite, with Matt working on his project and me practicing and all of us just kind of settling into a routine of sorts, I guess. It's almost like being back at Wammy's in some ways, totally completely different in others.

When I get back to our room, I'm surprised to find it dark. Well, not totally dark. I can see well enough, it's just a lot dimmer than normal. Usually, Near keeps the window open because he likes the view.

"Near?" I ask, putting a lot into the single word.

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"I needed the room to be dim. It would be uncomfortable, otherwise, and I'd rather not get a glare headache. But I did say I would."

He slips off the heavy glasses, revealing unremarkable blue eyes, and blinks; even without glare, his uncorrected vision is rather poor.

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I brush his hair back from his forehead. "Blue," I whisper. I trace his cheeks, memorizing his eyes. I trace his face, my eyes on his. For some reason, I don't understand, this...it's more than I expected.

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"I'm sorry if you were expecting something more dramatic," Near murmurs with a smile. Even more than usual, he leans into the touch; right now he needs to rely on Mello's voice and posture alone for clues to his mood.

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"Idiot. Who said anything about that?" I'd pull him closer, but I can't stop looking, can't stop touching his face. I lean down a little. I want to kiss him, but I don't want him to close his eyes. Not yet. I brush my nose against his. "Idiot," I repeat.

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"You made it sound as if you were expecting a great mystery," Near teases gently. "My eyes aren't a particularly noteworthy sight." This close, at least, he can read Mello's expression.

"They're just eyes," he says fondly.

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"Two globes of vitreous matter, nothing more," I reply. "And, yet, they reveal so much." I keep my eyes open and kiss him gently. "There are some cultures that believe to make eye contact is to see another's soul, to gain the ability to steal it from them."

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"Do you think you can lift my soul from my retina and out through my pupil, then? I thought it was always photographs that we risked losing our souls to." A soft chuckle. "Which, if I were to get philosophical, might say something about our souls having been drawn out together."

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I straighten up. "Remind me not to be romantic with you," I growl. I don't move away from him though. Not yet.

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"And losing my soul is romantic? I'd prefer to keep my soul and you."

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"Exchange of souls," I correct. I let my arms go around him. I notice him squinting a little. "How far can you see clearly?" I ask. He's told me he likes to see me. I tilt my head a little. "And, did you have anything else in mind, other than having a staring contest?"

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"Not very far at all, with any sort of detail," Near admits uneasily. It really is a major weakness.

"You wanted to see my eyes," Near points out, patting Mello's cheek and wrapping an arm around his waist. "So now that you have my soul, what do you want to do with it?"

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I let him guide my face closer to his. "Keep it," I whisper, kissing him, my eyes open, watching him. Very slowly, I start moving us toward the bed. "Keep it and make all of you mine," I whisper.

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Near lets himself be guided, swaying gently against Mello, almost as if they were dancing. "You are a romantic," he says softly, knowing that they both know it already. "How much more yours do you want me to be? How much more can I be?"

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I caress his cheek. I think seriously about his question. He deserves that much from me. "I want you to be you, who you are. Don't change that for me. But, I want you to be mine, as much as I'm yours." I slip my hands under his shirt, caressing his back. "I...I don't know how much more we can be," I admit softly. I want to look away from his eyes, but he deserves this. "I'm almost afraid of how much of me is yours."

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"I think it would be counterproductive for either of us to change who we are," Near says thoughtfully. "After all, it's your essential nature that draws me, and I assume it's the same for you."

Reaching the bed, Near sits on the edge and pulls Mello into his lap. "We'll have to try to be careful with each other," he says softly. "I'm not very used to that; being careful with people, being that sort of careful with people. But neither are you, after all. So we're putting our faith in each other rather a lot."

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I lean my head against his, even though it means I can't see his eyes. It's strange, being held like this. An odd feeling of belonging, of comfort. I sit there silently for a long moment. Very softly, "I have faith in you. Even before we got here, I had faith in you." My plan wouldn't have worked if I didn't.

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"We never could have had that sort of rivalry without some sort of respect, after all. For each other's competence, at least." He kisses Mello's forehead, his cheeks. "Without that sort of faith, we would never have been able to spur each other on, never been able to succeed." A very light kiss to the lips, barely more than a faint brush. "We've always brought out the best and worst in each other."

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I lean back, pulling him on top of me. There are things in my head I want to say and don't know how to, so I just hold him close, caressing his back, his face. "If...if we didn't, you wouldn't undo me the way you do," I murmur. It's...awkward, saying things like this. I...never expected to admit to such weakness.

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"I only want to undo you to put you together stronger," Near says softly, stroking Mello's hair and holding him close. "You've always had that strength; that fire I wanted to touch." Another kiss, this one longer, slower.

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"You and your puzzles," I grumble when he lets me. My hand slides up his back, pulling his shirt with it. "Do you know," I laugh a little, "there were times I hated your puzzles." I draw him down, kissing him before he can answer me.

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Near dives eagerly into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Mello's waist to hold him close, to feel them pressed together.

And even then his mind still works, still observes that of course Mello hated his puzzles; nothing as tepid as dislike would ever do for Mello.

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I pull his shirt up farther as we kiss. It takes a little convincing to make him let me go so I can pull it off of him. He doesn't like letting go when he's gotten a grip. That part makes me wonder why he likes his hands tied up so much, but I think I understand that. As much as he needs to cling, he needs to struggle, too, to fight against what was imposed on us. But, he is controlled where I am not.

Enough thinking. I roll us over so he is under me, kissing him deeply.

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Near grunts softly as Mello flips them, and squirms up against him, working his hands under Mello's shirt to stroke his back, then scratch it.

It feels good, good, to be pinned down, anchored, even if it's only by Mello's weight. It's so easy to get caught up in Mello's desire, the wild surges of it, and it feels to good to give into that energy, to let it take over.

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I've actually gotten to like him scratching my back. I didn't before. Irritated me, but with him, it feels good. I unzip my vest, pulling it off and tossing it to the side. There are times when we make love as equals. There are times that he will take charge and let me know exactly what he wants.

And, then, there are times when he is submissive and lets me know exactly what he wants.

I reach down and lift one of his legs over my hip as I keep kissing him. The other hand tangles in his hair, slipping under his neck, tilting his head back.