DN kissing meme fic

[darkluna]

Oooooh, I can fill a request, yays. (From this meme.)

[I don't mean to step on my beloved fandom little sis's toes by filling the same request she did. I'm sure someone will ask for more M/M/N! Oh, and it is spoiler-free.]


Two First Kisses

He didn't mean to say it. But one afternoon, systematic vandalization of toy cities, and defensive sarcasm wielded like a knife, suddenly both seemed so laughably like a little boy pulling a cute girl's hair that Matt, watching his guy die again on the DS screen because he couldn't concentrate, just had to mutter, "Why don't you just fuck each other and get it over with?"

Mello didn't hear—thank god—but Near, walking past, missed his stride and dropped his remote-control cars, and had to chase one down. Maybe that was why he suddenly flushed bright pink from the messy fall of his bangs all the way to the collar of his shirt, but Matt was pretty sure it was really because he had heard.

***

Matt's new game was taking forever to install. He lit another cigarette and made a mental note to upgrade his processor. It was six months old already.

There was a tap at his door, so light he wasn't sure anyone was really there until it sounded again. "Yeah?"

The door opened and Near peeked in. "Hello, Matt."

"Hey. What's up?"

"May I come in?"

"Sure."

He shut the door behind him and sat down on the floor next to Matt, careful to avoid the wires and pieces of various hardware scattered everywhere. "Why did you say that?"

Matt didn't even have to wonder what this was about. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm curious. I couldn't tell if you were making a joke or not."

"Mostly. I think. I don't know."

"That's not much of an answer."

"Well. I just wish there were some way you two could stop picking at each other."

"And the first thing you thought of was... sex?"

"Better than beating the shit out of each other."

"Your approach to conflict resolution is odd."

Matt laughed. "Some conflicts are odd."

"I don't think sex with someone who wants to hurt one would ever be wise."

"We both know why he wants to hurt you," Matt said. "He can't stand the tension, and he snaps."

"Mello has never fully appreciated potential energy," Near said.

"Near?" Matt said, suddenly conscious of treading on delicate ground now that the conversation was getting less hypothetical. "Do you kind of want to?"

He rested his chin on his knee. "Mello's very beautiful."

"That's not an answer at all," Matt said, crushing out his cigarette.

"The whole answer is complicated. I don't think I'm gay. I don't think I'm anything. But..." He twisted his fingers together and looked at them, frowning. "It's difficult not to feel drawn to Mello."

"Tell me about it." It was more than how hot he was. Mello could make you feel that if you could just keep up with him, you'd catch a little of the mad rush he lived on.

Near flipped his interlaced hands over and studied them that way. "Have you two...?"

Matt smiled. "Yeah."

"Is it fun?"

"'Fun' is an understatement," Matt said, but Near looked like he was plugging variables into some complicated mental equation, and he was never going to get it that way. "C'mere."

"What, right now?"

"No, you dork. You just— You don't have any idea at all. You've never even kissed anyone, have you?"

"No, but ignorance is different from—"

"I know, I know," Matt said. He scooted closer, and Near shut his mouth and looked at him with a disconcerted expression Mello would probably have paid to see.

It felt a little weird to recognize the craziness of one of his crazy impulses before acting on it. Really, Near was quite pretty once you went to the trouble of noticing, and Matt wanted to help him understand. He leaned over and kissed him, a very chaste kiss, really, since Near wouldn’t, or didn't know to, open his mouth. Matt moved back and started to apologize for calling him a dork.

And that was when Mello barged in.

Even someone who wasn't at all suspicious by nature would've seen Near's surprised expression, and Matt's hand still on his shoulder, and figured this one out, and Mello instantly looked poised for actual violence. "OK, what the fuck?"

"It wasn't—" Near began, but Matt gabbled over his attempted explanation, all in one breath, "He was curious what it was like with you."

That at least surprised Mello enough that he froze.

But only for a second. "Oh? He was?"

That mock sweetness was a bad sign, but Matt noticed Mello's eyes hadn't gone the ice-green that meant someone was about to die.

"I was," Near said. "It wasn't Matt's fault."

"If you were so curious," Mello said, his voice so sweet now that it made Matt's teeth hurt, "why didn't you ask?"

"I don't have to remind you that I'm not stupid."

"This!" Matt said. "This is what I meant." He started to reach for his cigarettes, but caught himself. "Quit it."

Mello and Near both looked at him, obviously in perfect agreement for once. Agreement that Matt was a nutcase, but hey, he thought, it was a start. Might as well take the crazy all the way. "Oh, for fuck's sake, M, just kiss him."

"You already did," Mello pointed out, which was so not the objection Matt expected.

"Barely. He'll remember you as his first kiss anyway. Sorry, Near." He looked over, feeling a little guilty for talking about him as if he weren't there.

Near had started messing with his hair, of course. He shrugged. "I don't mind. Matt's right, you know."

He'd added that last part very quietly, but Matt caught it.

So did Mello. He knelt down, not quite invading Near's personal space. "Yeah?"

"Do you need to hear it again?"

Mello grinned. "Nah. That was enough." He studied Near for a moment. "Don't go thinking I like you."

"I won't."

Mello tugged Near's hand out of his hair with surprising care, and Near just looked up at him. Mello read something in his eyes that Matt couldn't, because he huffed a laugh, and, still smiling, bent and kissed him, not as gently as Matt had, but pretty damn gently for Mello. Then something shifted; Near slipped a hand into Mello's hair and held on, and Mello was obviously holding back, but Matt saw his fingers slowly tighten in the carpet.

"OK," Matt said when they broke apart and Near swiped at his mouth with his sleeve. "That was way hotter than it had any right to be."


ALSO! The only fluffy Mello/Near I'm ever likely to write, OMG. Stuck here so I won't lose it. :-)


Curiosity

"For someone so smart, you're awfully dense," Mello says, trying to put as much contempt as possible into his voice.

Near's as immune to it as always, though. He clicks another block onto his Lego construction and frowns at it, but when he looks up at Mello, his face is blank. "What are you talking about?"

"Valentine's Day," Mello says. He considers for a moment. Linda and Ophie have obviously been plotting, and much as he'd like to see them catch Near unaware, something makes him add, "Haven't you noticed the girls peeking at you? I'd look out if I were you."

"What makes you assume I want to avoid them?"

"You..." Mello sputters. "You do, don't you?"

A tiny, tiny smile, gone so quickly Mello thinks he might've imagined it. "Are you... joking around with me?" he says.

"Maybe."

Mello can't help it; he laughs.

Near definitely smiles this time.

"So you are curious?"

"Not about them."

Mello knows Near well enough to catch the significance of the distinction he's making, and maybe the fact that Near actually made him laugh has shorted out his brain a bit, but he kneels down and looks at him. "Not about them, huh?"

Near shakes his head. His eyes look very wide. Because no one ever gets this close to him, or because...?

Mello doesn't even think about it; he leans in and kisses him, surprising them both, really, and the little gasp Near gives when Mello licks into his mouth sends a thrill through him that's only partly smugness at being better at this one thing. Near kisses awkwardly and a bit sloppily, but Mello can feel his heart pounding and doesn't mind at all.

"You do taste like chocolate," Near says when Mello finally moves away.

"That's what you were curious about?"

"Maybe."


ETA again: Someone asked for L/Matsuda, and... this happened.


L and Matsuda were alone for the time being, and Matsuda kept looking at him. L stole a glance of his own and tried to deduce the reasons. Perhaps it was the cake he was eating. Yes, there was a high probability that Matsuda was hungry, or jealous of how delicious L's cake was.

"Would you like a bite?" L asked him. "As long as you don't take too much frosting, I don't mind."

Matsuda blushed. "Oh," he said. "No, thank you. I'd hate to deprive you of any of it."

That would've been a strange reaction from someone merely coveting baked goods. Clearly, L needed to revise his hypothesis. He scooped up another dollop of frosting and licked it off his fingers meditatively, and he noticed that Matsuda's blush grew even more pronounced.

Romantic interest, L thought. Ninety percent likely. He deliberately didn't look away from the other man, watching his reactions to being studied. He's impetuous, emotional, and awkward. Such a person would probably respond well to his interest being returned. And he is rather cute.

L scooted his chair closer, and Matsuda looked confused, but didn't move away, still blushing, still cute, so L mentally upped the percentage to one hundred, and kissed him.

Surprise and that inherent awkwardness meant Matsuda wasn't much for technique, but, L reflected as Matsuda murmured a little "Mmm" and kissed him back, there was much to be said for enthusiasm anyway.

"Oh!" Matsuda said after a long moment. "That was... sugary. And... and nice."

"And you didn't deprive me of any cake," L said, and grinned.