Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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* Comment anonymously with a kinkfic request. All requests must contain a character or pairing/threesome/moresome (any combination of guys/girls/shinigami/whatever are OK, crossovers are fine too), and at least one kink. If you need inspiration, check out this huge list of kinks by eliade.

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Treat, part 1

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Finished! I hope you enjoy it. ;)

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Even at the time, the offer had seemed too good to be true. The phone ringing in the middle of the night (his work phone, not his private number, which was a relief at least), the slightly husky female voice telling him that she was Mello and he was Light Yagami, and that if he felt like doing her a favour (and if he was at all interested in not having his apartment broken into) it would be a good idea for him to meet her at the following address. In all honesty he had not expected L’s heirs to be so stupid. A detective’s most valuable weapon was his anonymity, and that was doubly true with this particular case. And surely by now everyone knew that Kira needed a face to kill? There seemed to be no explanation for Mello’s willingness to let him meet her, except that perhaps she really was not competent enough to understand the importance of remaining faceless. Then again, women did tend to forget themselves around him.

Meet at midnight, she had said. He had interpreted this to mean that she was still at least a little concerned about her secrecy - but as soon as he arrived at the meeting point she had given him, he realised the mistake he had made in this assumption. It was a grungy place, half-bar half-brothel, a huge building which nevertheless appeared to consist of nothing but dark corners. People were populating these corners, lounging on creaking leather couches or leaning against walls, smoking and drinking, and in the case of quite a few, with their hands down their own or another’s pants.

Light could only stand a few minutes of it before he was forced to duck out of the building and onto the street again. He stood in numb shock for a moment. As if he had needed any more evidence of how rotten the world really was…

“Prompt, I see.”

He whipped around, his eyes having no trouble in locating the owner of the voice: she was standing close behind him, and had spoken directly into his ear. The girl was young, her body slender and long-limbed, average height but appearing almost as tall as him, what with the towering heels she had on. Her dress (black leather, was there anything so obvious?) clung closely to her thighs but left the rest of her legs bare, and her coat was long and fur-lined; the outfit, far from inconspicuous, was designed to draw attention, and once again Light wondered whether she really understood the situation she was in. Her hair (naturally blonde: not something that Light had seen many times before) hung in heavy layers over the sharp eyes that were regarding him coolly. Her features managed to appear pretty despite her hostile expression, and her lips looked delicate and soft even as they formed themselves into a hard smirk.

The truth was that she was disquietingly attractive, and he found himself raising an eyebrow in surprised appreciation as his brain committed her to memory. It would be a shame to kill her, he thought. Perhaps there was a chance he could get her on his side.

“Nice of you to dress for the occasion,” she commented, casting a wary eye over him.

“I’m used to dressing like this,” Light said calmly, adjusting his cuffs. In fact it was the camera concealed in the knot of his tie that was bothering him, digging into the base of his neck, but he did not want to draw her attention to it.

“I see,” Mello said, and at that moment she shifted, pulling her right hand out of her pocket just far enough for him to see the silver flash of the gun clutched in her gloved fist. “Let’s go in, shall we?”

Light turned smartly on his heel and went in, fighting to keep his face grimly neutral. Really, he should have known that there was something not quite right about the situation: it was not realistic to expect the girl to show up entirely unprepared. And where the hell did she get her hands on a gun, anyway? This was bad. Not disastrous, but hardly encouraging. All the same, she would never shoot him in public, would she? Really all it meant was that they were both gambling with their lives - just a little, just for fun. It was exciting.