Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme

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Welcome to the Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme!

How it works:

* 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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[Part 3]

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"Near's going to untie you now," Mello said, "and if you make one false move, you're dead. Don't even try using Near as a human shield. He knows I'll shoot him if I have to."

"Mello often acts before thinking about the consequences," Near explained with surprising calmness as he freed Light from his chair, "However, he is still quite clever and so my chance of survival in the situation would be roughly 96 percent. Unfortunately the chances of you living, Light Yagami, would fall close to zero percent."

Light made no move to leave his seat and hung his head as he allowed Near to handcuff his hands behind his back. "L, I can't believe you're doing this. You stand for justice."

"Of course, Kira-kun. As do you," L said quietly. He looked past Light and then stepped to the side. Moments later, a kick from Mello sent Light falling face-down onto the uncarpeted floor. He grimaced and lay down flat, horrified to have landed on his knees with his cheek scraped against the cement. He had no plans to sexually humiliate himself further by keeping his naked ass in the air.

"Get back on your knees," Mello ordered. When Light didn't immediately comply, partially due to the awkwardness of positioning himself without the use of his hands, Mello yanked him into a kneeling position by the hair with such force that Light swore he heard something in his neck crack. "Beg L for forgiveness."

"What-- what have I done? I never hurt L. He's right here, isn't he? Isn't he? I haven't done anything to deserve this!"

"Suit yourself," Mello muttered. He took his lighter out once again and without warning, set fire to Light's hair. "Now tell L you're sorry."

Light began visibly shaking, the expression on his face shifting from horrified to maniacal and back again within the span of a second. "L, L, I'm sorry!" he shouted, spittle flying from his mouth as the heat reached his scalp. That seemed to be enough for Mello, because within a moment Light's entire head was submerged in the bucket of water.

He flung his head back up, spraying Near's mask with water droplets. He wanted to laugh at the way the it looked like that revolting parody of L's face was weeping with eyes wide open, expressionless. But more than that, he wanted to fight. He wanted to leap up and sink his teeth into L's throat and rip through his jugular veins. He wanted to feel his blood spurt across his tongue, let L's death spray red across his body. He would make sure this time. He would spit L's torn flesh back into L's dead, gaping mouth.

And yet he sat there silently, able to prevent himself from breaking into hysterics, to still his body before it threw itself in L's direction on impulse. But he was not able to keep himself from thrashing when his face was forced into the water a second time, this time with Mello's left hand holding the back of his head down to prevent him from coming back up. He was made aware of the right hand when he felt the cold metal of a gun press against his neck. Light went rigid and stopped struggling for as long as he could. His heart began racing when all of the air in his lungs had bubbled to the surface and he still hadn't been released. Was this how he was going to die? Naked, with his head in a bucket, encircled by L and two freaks in L masks?

When Mello finally pulled him back up, his body shook as first water, then the food he'd eaten that day spilled from his mouth. He heard Near's absurd giggle and Mello's wild laughter surrounding him as he coughed and choked. Only L gave no aural indication of amusement.

Light paled when his eyes flickered over the gun that had been held to his throat. Mello held the weapon up proudly, turning it in his hands for Light's benefit.

"Yeah, it's really nice, isn't it? This beautiful little hand cannon is a .44 Magnum. Not exactly something you'd want in a fire fight, but if I shot you right now, I could make your head disappear."

"Guns are illegal in Japan," Light said dumbly, cursing himself the moment the words had left his mouth.

"What gave you the impression that we are in Japan?" Near asked, his voice low.