-WARNING!! THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN SEXUAL CONTENT INVOLVING YAOI (BOY X BOY) AND A LITTLE BIT OF THE DADDY KINK!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!-

~{Y/N}'s POV~

"Matt," I said quietly after a while, "Have you calmed down now?"

He nodded a 'yes' into my shoulder and I pulled away just enough to see his face. He looked up apologetically and immediately, emotions struck me. "I'm sorry," he whispered.

"Don't be," I dismissed, "You've been holding a breakdown in since we got here."

He looked at me in shock. "How did you-?"

I sighed, "You're not the only one that can see others' emotions and breakdowns beforehand, you know."

He hesitated a moment before pulling me in for a hug. "So you don't hate me?"

I chuckled and hugged back. "Matty, how could I ever hate you?"

"What I did, what I feel, it's not right," he protested.

"I know you, Mail Jeevas," I reasoned, "And granted, I'm married, I've got Lawliet, and that's why I can't be with you like that. But I'm also saying that I love you too, just in a more... platonic way."

"I'm sorry," he repeated, and I planted a light kiss on his cheek.

"There's nothing to be sorry about. You don't need to apologize for feelings. Plus, no matter what, you're always gonna be my Matty."

He smiled and wiped the tears from his face. "Thank you, {Y/N}."

Its okay, Matt.

~L's POV~

"Y'know, L," Ryuk grumbled, "Shouldn't we be going towards Mello's little Boy Scout group?"

"You stop that," I warned. "We need to find Light, too."

"Don't you think you should be helping your family instead of Light?"

"Light is my family now," I argued, sweat dripping down my forehead from walking. "Jesus Christ, I'm feeling so hot."

"There's been no change in temperature, well, that I've felt, anyways." Ryuk shrugged, and I rolled my eyes, pulling off my white shirt and tying the long sleeves around my waist.

"...You're right, I don't. But I really hope you enjoyed fucking Misa Amane. Was it worth it? The risk of losing the person you actually loved?" An unfamiliar voice yelled.

Misa Amane..?

There was another person yelling, and somehow I felt that knew who it was. I kept silent and kept walking, hoping for a sight of the people. Groans and grunts of anger and fighting filled the area. "...bastard, hopefully that's gonna shut you up." A voice rang through the air.

Light.

I ran towards the noise and saw Light, standing by what seemed to look like a crumbled stone statue. He was shaking violently, with absolute rage. "L-Light?" I cautioned, walking slowly towards him.

Light turned around to look at me, surprised and... somewhat scared. "L... what're you doing here? How long have you been standing there?"

"...what's going on?" I questioned.

"Baby, I-!" He began.

"Don't give me some shitty excuse, Yagami!! What the fuck is going on?"

He sighed and gestured to the statue. "That's A."

I flashed back to the day I died, thinking of how Rem turned to sand. A had turned to marble, or stone, or whatever the fuck the thing on the floor was. "...what did you do?" I whispered. When he remained silent, I began to lose my temper. "Light, what did you do?!"

"I beat him!!" He exclaimed, "And he ended up... like that."

Thoughts swirled in my head, and the conversation I overheard smacked me in the face.

Misa... Amane.

I remained quiet, not wanting to say anything, but deep down, I felt like I'd been stabbed. He'd been with Misa Amane after I died.

"L? What's wrong?" He asked, and I shook my head.

"I'm fine. Come on, we have to go see the others, okay?"

He nodded, but arched his eyebrow in suspicion. "You're... not lecturing me?"

"No, why would I?"

Light looked bewildered, as if he knew what I was thinking. "You always used to lecture me when I fucked up. That's not like you. What's wrong?"

I groaned, trying not to have that conversation at that time. "I'm just worried about the others. They're my family, y'know."

He looked at my eyes hesitantly and then nodded, motioning for me to follow him.

I can't do this now. But at least I know.

Light, you really used anything and everyone you got your hands on, huh?

~Near's POV~

"So, how'd it go?" Gevanni asked as I slumped down into his arms in our room. My head was pounding, and I wasn't sure why Roger had been so calm about the whole thing.

"It went great," I said, "Almost too great."

Gevanni chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist. "You really look too far into everything."

I turned around to shoot him a glare. "What's that supposed to mean?"

He put his arms up in a form of surrender. "I'm just saying, you're a little too suspicious of everything. You need to relax, baby, we took care of everything."

I nodded and placed my hands over Gevanni's. "I guess you're right..."

I inhaled sharply when I felt Gevanni's hands inch lower and lower, causing me to look back at him. Him and his sly, seductive grin.

Maybe this is exactly what I need...

I bit my lip, rocking back and forth on him, trying my best to grind on him, trying my best to make him feel good. "Shit, Near-!" He managed before turning me around and smashing his lips to mine.

Yeah, baby, fuck me.

I felt myself completely melt into the kiss, not even noticing when Gevanni began to slip off my white shirt. "Stephen, please," I begged, palming him through his usual black dress pants. "Now."

"Slow down, Nate," he whispered, ripping off his own shirt and throwing it aside. "Foreplay is the best part."

"I want it now, Stephen," I pleaded, and he picked me up, carrying me from the couch to the bed, pulling down my pants and tossing them to the floor.

"Be patient, baby," he said, running his cold hands down my legs. I shivered at the sensation, and he snickered, knowing that it drove me wild.

"Stephen, you're not funny," I pouted.

"Yes I am, baby. Now tell me," he began, running his hands down my chest this time, "Who's your Daddy?"

Ah, yes, the good ol' Daddy kink. It wasn't long into our relationship when I figured out he was into that, but it still managed to surprise me every time. "Y-you," I struggled to say, and finally, I'd had enough. I sat down, got off the bed, and pinned Gevanni down. "You cocky bastard."

Gevanni smirked and laid back. "If you wanna do the work, go ahead."

I sighed, knowing that going back on what I'd started meant punishments, so I took off Gevanni's pants and placed his member at my entrance, moaning as it intruded into me. "N-Nate, you didn't even prep-!"

"I'm fine," I assured him, slowly sliding down lower on his shaft, soft moans escaping my mouth.

"Shit, Nate," Gevanni cursed under his breath, and I began to rock my hips back and forth.

"I'm losing my mind, baby, I can't--!" I gasped, and he looked up at me with such pride that I was torn between whether the look pissed me off or turned me on. 

Let's face it, it's Gevanni, it's a mix of both.

He suddenly thrusted up into me, striking my prostate dead-on. I moaned out, and he repeated the action, holding my hips with one hand, and stroking my cock with the other hand. "Man, to think that the World's Number One Detective can be this much of a slut."

"Y-you're one to talk, considering that you made me this way," I managed, moving to match his thrusts. "Isn't that right, huh, Daddy?"

"You fucking tease," he chuckled, pushing my hips down and thrusting extra hard upwards, causing a scream to escape my mouth.

I could feel Gevanni's movements get sloppier and I knew that I was close to finishing. "Stephen, I'm close, I'm--"

"Me too," he said, sitting up to kiss me.

Within the next minute, I was being hit with waves of pleasure, and in my euphoria, I felt Gevanni tense and release his semen in me. I trembled, collapsing on top of Gevanni's warm chest. When he caught his breath, he smiled at me. "You're a riot. What did I ever do to deserve you?"

I smiled back helplessly. "You did years of FBI training."

"You little shit," he chuckled, hugging me and then pulling his member out of my ass. "Well,I'm happy that we've worked everything out. You and Lawliet were both anxious, and I was worried."

Lawliet, I forgot to tell him!

"Shit," I said, sitting up. "I've gotta tell Law."

I got off the bed, a pain hitting my hips. I soldiered through it, however, and put back on my clothes. I fixed my hair and walked to the boy's dorm. When I arrived at Lawliet's room, I knocked on the door.

"Law, it's Near, open up," I said, and received no response. 

Oh, no.

"Lawliet, open the door."

Please, no.

"Lawliet, I swear to God, open the fuckin' door."

"Near?" a voice called from the hall, and Lawliet was standing there, a small towel hanging around the back of his neck. "What happened, what's the matter?"

A sigh of relief came out of me and I smiled. "I told Roger, we're safe."

His blue eyes lit up, and it reminded me of Mello. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, kid, we're safe." I promised.

Lawliet laughed with joy and hugged me. "Jesus, I was so worried."

I felt a little parental instinct in me, and I gestured for him to follow me. "Come, let's go sit outside."

We sat on a bench outside Wammy's House, and Lawliet sighed. "Y'know, Near, I never said thank you."

"Thank you?" I questioned, "For what?"

"You've always been there for me, so thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, kid, you're like my son." I said, "Your Mom left you in my care, and I'll be damned if I ever fail her."

We sat there talking for a while, and I wished time could stop. Lawliet and I were finally getting to recover from the incidents, and it finally felt calm.

BAM!

A pain hit my chest, and I looked down.

I saw red.

"NEAR!" Lawliet screamed.

And the world went black.