Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme
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. ( Read more... )
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. ( Read more... )
A sharp blow to the back of his head.
“Tell me about Kira.”
“I don’t know what you want to know about Kira!”
“Yes, you fucking do! Don’t piss me off again!”
“I don’t!” Mikami cried. “I wish I did! I wish I knew him, I wish I was blessed but I don’t, I swear it!”
Sort of the truth, lies coated in truth. Mello probably wouldn’t believe it. Or it would anger him more. Another sharp blow to the back of his head and Mikami groaned in pain, closing his eyes behind the blindfold and biting down on his already bleeding lip. The pain felt duller now. Was that because of the wine? If only he hadn’t had to drink …
“You make me sick!” Mello hissed. “You stupid fuckers who think Kira’s a saviour. What’s wrong, didn’t get enough cuddles as a child or something?”
There was enough truth laced in that to hurt and Mikami winced and closed his eyes and prayed: God, help me, please, give me strength …
“He’ll kill you,” Mello said casually. “Probably kill us all in the end.”
The sound of footsteps and Mikami knew that his captor was walking around him, taking him in. How did he look now? Sweat-covered and shaking and blood on his chin and bruises blooming on his chin and cheeks perhaps? Most of the blows had been on his chest and he was still clothed so Mello couldn’t admire that handiwork at least.
“Kira only kills the unrighteous,” Mikami said softly. “I have never committed a crime, I have only tried to live a good life.”
A brutal snort. Mikami automatically tensed for another blow but it didn’t come. There was quiet for a while, the only noise Mikami’s harsh breathing and the pounding of his pulse in his ears. Then gloved fingers touched his chin, lifting his hanging head.
“Must have hit you harder than I thought,” Mello murmured. “You’re still bleeding.”
His breath was hot on Mikami’s face. Then wetness, the odd rasp of a hot tongue being dragged up Mikami’s chin. Horrified, Mikami cried out and jerked back, shaking his head.
“What the hell?!”
“What can I say?” Mello whispered, his voice dark and teasing. “Maybe you’re my type.”
“No! No! Kira-sama will kill you, you’ll be punished for that!”
A laugh. Sudden weight as Mello straddled his lap and arms were draped around his neck.
“I think Kira-sama will punish me anyway, don’t you?” Mello murmured. “Why shouldn’t I have some fun first?”
“No! No, please, please!”
He didn’t mean to beg, didn’t want to. But not this, not this indignity, the one thing he’d never had to suffer, the one thing they’d never put him through, please not this, God wouldn’t ask that of him would he, God would come and save him, somehow, he wouldn’t have to suffer this …
A soft mouth on his neck, touching his pulse. Those gloved fingers coming up into his hair.
“It’s okay,” that voice whispered in his ear. “I won’t force you. I never force anyone.”
A shift in position, then lips brushing slowly, gently against his own, taking care not to aggravate his injury. Mikami shuddered and tried to twist his head away but hands tightened in his hair, holding his head in place and the lips continued to graze across his own, temptingly. Mikami shuddered and moaned and tried to pull back because he didn’t want this, he didn’t, he wasn’t like that and certainly not with this man, this traitor to God, but it had been so long and his brain seemed to be getting foggier and he wanted, he did want …
“There we are,” Mello whispered and Mikami realised that his mouth was moving, responding to Mello’s kiss and he cried out with disgust and tried to pull back but the hands tightened again and Mello’s kiss was harsher, hotter and somehow more seductive and Mikami tried furiously not to kiss back but his mouth kept moving because it felt good and fire was filling him and it was the alcohol, it had to be the alcohol, because he didn’t do things like this, he didn’t …
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