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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Mining for Cocoa, part 4

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Just to see what would happen, L stopped altogether, sitting up and releasing his hold. Mello growled and looked ready to kill for a split second, but when he realised that the hand holding his wrist had slackened he at once wriggled free and shifted backwards, looking at the detective cautiously but slowly increasing in confidence. He shrugged off his vest and retrieved the chocolate from L’s hand, meeting no resistance- for once, L’s curiosity about Mello’s next move outweighed his natural wariness- and then took a bite of candy with a loud snap. “Goddamn,” he said. “I had to work for that.”

And then, holding the chocolate in his teeth in an obscene parody of L’s earlier tactic, he pushed the dark-haired man over onto his back. “Spread your legs.”

L’s eyes narrowed. “I do not appreciate the tone.”

Mello laughed wildly. It was obvious that the cocoa fix had gone straight to his head: he seemed to have already forgotten that not a minute earlier he had been writhing under L’s touch. “You don’t have to appreciate it,” he said. He placed hands on L’s knees and pushed at them, trying to force them apart. “You just have to do it.”

L grabbed Mello’s arm and twisted, knowing that the natural reaction would be to follow along with the movement, an instinctive attempt to ease the pain. Sure enough, Mello leaned sideways, his face contorting, and L kicked at one of his legs, neatly removing his balance. Mello landed on his back on the carpet where half of L’s meal had already fallen before him, and as L secured his arm beneath a knee Mello was shouting at the sugar tongs digging into his spine and the toffees congealing in his hair.

L coolly took the chocolate out of Mello’s grip and held it tightly in one hand while the other unfastened his own jeans. Kneeling where he was, one leg on Mello’s arm, the other on the opposite side of his chest, he was practically straddling the blond’s face; he grabbed at Mello’s hair and pulled his head forwards.

Something shifted in Mello’s expression, a flash of sharp rage that was quickly suppressed, as he looked up to meet L’s stare. “I’ll want something in return,” he said.

It was then that L made a mistake. Seeing the spark of anger in Mello’s eyes, he dismissed it as a bit of juvenile defiance, not worth his concern. After all, the blond was no threat to him, not when he was overpowered and pinned like this. L merely looked at him in mild amusement, very casually increasing the weight he was placing on Mello’s arm. “Are you in a position to bargain?”

When Mello leaned forwards and took him in his mouth, L allowed himself to relax. The younger man, realising the situation he was in, had obviously given in and accepted what was happening- and this, along with the sensation of Mello’s lips and tongue tracing with seemingly clairvoyant knowledge along his most sensitive areas, was enough to make L lower his guard. His grip on Mello’s head loosened until his fingers were threading gently through tangled and sticky hair, and there was no element of force in his voice when he muttered low words of encouragement. Mello began to suck in earnest, forcing his face forwards a little further, and when he brought a hand up to wrap around the base of his erection L could not restrain the loud sigh that fell from his lips.

As such, when Mello bit it was an unpleasant surprise.

The bite was not hard enough to leave a mark, but it was shockingly painful and made L jerk back instinctively, causing Mello’s teeth to scrape roughly against tender skin and leave two lines of vivid pain along the length of his abused erection.

Before L knew it he had snatched hold of Mello’s hair again and thrown him onto the table. The young man landed face-down among the broken plates and spilled sweets, and as L twisted an arm behind his back and held his head down onto the hard surface, a slow-spreading puddle of cold cream, spilling from the overturned silver jug, advanced along the wood and mingled with his skin.

“Everyone thinks I’m so useless,” Mello spat.