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... )
Understandably so, he thought; he was sixteen years old and hadn't seen Mello in fucking ages, and had just spent a ridiculous amount of time on a plane coming from England to LA, and had been dragged to a nightclub (his first) by Mello (who now looked less like a demonic black-clad choir boy and more like gay BDSM jailbait) and a shitload of pimps and drug dealers and people-traffickers and fuck knows what else before they even got a chance to talk.
And since conversation in a nightclub is wishful thinking at best, drinking was obviously the only other option. Trying to hang out with Mello was pointless. Mello was obviously hot shit right now; every one these huge scary gangsters wanted to get close to Matt's best friend. He felt like he'd been dropped in the middle of Vice City.
His timing for this trip was worse than abysmal.
"Going to the bar," he muttered. There were a lot of empty glasses on the table in front of him, and he had a vague feeling most of them were his. Mello nodded. As soon as Matt left his stylish cube-shaped chair a massive bald guy with tattoos slid into his place.
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