And the cards fall down ((Closed RP, Mello, Near))

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

((I've a bucket of yarn to eat if this isn't NSFW. I'm not fond of eating yarn. Backdated to right after this.))

With Kurama out of sight and out of hearing, I can move again. God damn it. I didn't need to run into him. I need Near. It takes a moment for me to figure out just where I am in the castle, and then I head to our room, keeping my eyes down so I don't see anyone else. I'm almost at a full run by the time I hit our door. I don't even bother knocking like I normally do. I just go in and slam it behind me. It doesn't even fully register what Near is doing when I grab him and pull him close, kissing him hard.

'God, I'm sorry,' I think. I can't say that right now. I can't do anything else other than kiss him and try to get through our clothing.

Fucking aphrodisiac.

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[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

Mello was always impetuous, but bursting into the room and grabbing Near forcefully was a bit extreme, even for him. Near squirmed a bit out of reflex, not exactly fighting but trying to get a little breathing space.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

It's a struggle, but I manage to break the kiss enough to sort of try and catch my breath. "Aphrodisiac in the Great Hall and that fucking fox got in my way. Sorry," I manage to spit out before I have to kiss him again.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

Well, an aphrodisiac would explain it. Clearly a potent one. Fighting it could get ugly, and what was the point? It was largely Mello's passion that drew Near to him, and this was certainly passion. He gave himself up to Mello's kiss, yielding to his drugged frenzy.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

It's still way too hot. Clothes have to get out of the fucking way. Why the fuck do they have to be so hard to get off? I whine, trying to undo his buttons, my zipper, belt, everything all at once. Fucking hell!

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

It was easy enough for Near to shrug out of his pajamas, but Mello was clearly having trouble with the tight leather he favored.

"I keep telling you you need looser clothes," he teased.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I manage to get out of my vest. "Smart ass," I growl. There might have still been fabric in my hand when I threw my vest on the floor. "I like how I dress," I say, moving to kiss his throat and work the laces on my pants open. God, I need more.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

Mello's urgency prompted a tolerant chuckle from Near, but it stirred him as well, and he reached to tug at Mello's laces as well.

"It certainly looks nice..."

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"I like how it feels," I growl before nipping at his throat. I really try not to bite too hard, but god, he tastes good. I manage to get the laces undone enough to push my pants down and I shove him against the wall, rocking my hips against him. I groan. God, it feels good.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"I like how you feel," Near gasped, the wall hard against his back as Mello pressed hard against him. "God, Mello. Even for you, this is..."

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"Told you," I growled out. "Fucking..." I couldn't really get past that. I needed to rub against him. I tried to hold back enough so that he could enjoy it, tried... Everything in my head buzzed "Sorry," I think I said. God, I just need to come. God, I want him to...

God...

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Just try - oh! - just try not to break my head open on the wall, okay?" He laughed weakly.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I manage to get my hand behind his head. I really want to just fuck him, but I can't even think enough to remember where the bed or the lube is at the moment. I just...I rolled my hips into him and bit his neck, trying to help him enjoy this as much as possible.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Ow... ah!" Mello hadn't been so intense since their first, violent encounter. He shivered, wrapping his arms around Mello's shoulder. He would just have to try to relax and give in to the ride.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

Too fucking fast. Just way too fucking fast. I come, but it's extremely disappointing. I lean against Near, the top of my head against the wall. "I'm sorry," I whisper.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Damn, Mello," Near panted, leaning against against him. "I hope that was a strong aphrodisiac. If it was a weak one..."

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I wrap my arms around him, holding him close. I can feel myself shaking. "I've had weak ones. That wasn't," I said. "I... That...wasn't..."

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"It's not going to become a daily thing, is it?" His tone was wry but he kept his arms around Mello, who seemed rather rattled.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"God, no," I say, pulling him closer. "I...I can't do that to you." I make a face against his neck. "Hell, I didn't even enjoy it that much."

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"We'll keep you away from aphrodisiacs, then." Near stroked his hair, chuckling quietly. "It shouldn't be an ordeal. Well, not the entirely unpleasant sort."

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"It wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't run into the stupid fox," I mutter. And, now to say too much. "I...couldn't stop following him. I wanted to come to you but I couldn't stop..."

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"You... what?" Near twisted a little, wanting to be able to read the expression on Mello's face.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

I move away a little since I know he wants to see me. "I ran into that stupid fox," I say. "I didn't want to follow him, but I couldn't stop." The only problem with that statement is that there was a small part of me that did want to follow him, but I wanted Near a whole hell of a lot more.

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"Because of the aphrodisiac?"

It made sense; a spell might be fine-tuned to cause lust for a specific target but this seemed more scattershot.

[mello-n-choco.livejournal.com]

"Mostly, yeah," I say. God, I wish we weren't having this conversation, but I'm the one who brought it up. "It's not like I really want to do anything with him, but I like him."

[cardarchitect.livejournal.com]

"I know you're friends," he said neutrally. He didn't hate Kurama, didn't even dislike him, but the kitsune wasn't a favorite person of his.