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... )
"I still can't believe you can't got your hands on a fucking convertible Ferrari, Matt," Mello sighed, the wind whipping his blond hair as he turned to face Matt. "This car is fucking amazing." He lazily snapped a piece of chocolate off of the large bar on the dashboard and slipped it into his mouth.
"Your face is fucking amazing," Matt chuckled, taking his hand off the wheel to gently rub Mello's thigh. The blond rolled his eyes at the joke and made an affectionate purring noise in the back of his throat. "Here we go," Matt said. His foot hit the gas pedal, and with a roar that swallowed up Mello's quiet moan, the car accelerated. Matt smiled mischeviously; there was something indescribable but strangely sexy about the look in his eyes, Mello noticed, as he watched the needle on the spedometer shoot towards the upper limit. With the combination of the adrenaline rush, the speed, the car, his chocolate, and of course Matt, it wasn't really surprising that Mello found himself sliding his hand into his pants, his fingertips brushing the head of his cock. His head slid back against the seat, his fingers clenched around his hardening length, his eyes slipped shut and his mouth slipped open. Soft noises that blended into the wind crossed his lips as his free hand slid out the open window.
It took all the willpower in the world for Matt not to stare at Mello. He jerked the steering wheel hard to the left, sending them careening across someone's front yard into the new direction the road was taking. An exhilerated shout of laughter and pleasure issued from the passenger's seat; he looked over to see Mello's head pressed hard into the headrest, erection exposed, hand jerking up and down rapidly as he laughed. "God, Matt, you know how to make me feel alive," he called, turning his head so as to smile at the driver. Matt laughed, but his eyes slid back onto the road ahead of them. Fortunately.
They were approaching a four-way intersection. Granted, it was sometime after 2AM, and there were very few people on the road, but the fact that he could see the distand light ahead of them turn yellow was enough to bring his attention back to the fact that his fucking amazing car was hurtling towards an all-way stop. Both of his feet slammed into the brake; the tires screamed as the car slowed, and finally stopped, just at the white-painted edge of the lane, just as the light changed from yellow to red. It was pretty much just what Mello needed to throw him over the edge. As the car stopped, his body jerked forward, pressing hard into the seatbelt; he came with a hysterical shriek of laughter, then sank down into his seat, panting. "Oh God, Matt," he panted, "that was... just... wow. I love you, I love this car... Oh my God..."
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Matt was only too eager to comply, breathless as he slammed into Mello's ass. No time for preparation, lubricant, or easing into it; they were running on adrenaline and sex drive, their actions singularly driven by animalistic, hormonal fury. "Oh FUCK, Matt! Hurt, oh, oh God, yeah, like that, harder, FUCK THAT HURTS BUT DON'T STOP--" Mello's shouts of pain and pleasure ceased suddenly when Matt's fingers slid into his mouth. Half-growling, half-moaning, Mello sucked hungrily on them. "This is what you like, huh Mel? You like it hot and fast and hard like my car?" Matt panted, grinding and pounding and revving the car. They moaned together as the engine roared to life, as if it gave life to the animals coaxed out of them so easily by the night's fast driving. They were both starting to perspire, but neither one cared as long as they didn't stop. This felt too good, too right to end so soon. It had to go on, but they knew it wouldn't, so with every thrust, every breath, every murmur, they both focused on feeling. Oh God, just feeling the closeness, the way Matt's cock throbbed inside of Mello, the way Mello's ass tightened every so often, the way they seemed to read the sensations of each other's bodies, it was like heaven had become the heat of passion rising inside of them... The traffic light would be turning green again in moments... Matt's eyes stayed focused on the light beside them, which had been green for almost a minute, as he pulled Mello's face to his for a quick dip into his mouth.
"Mello, gimme your gun," Matt panted as he broke the kiss, still keeping his rhythm with Mello's body.
"Why?" Mello asked. He didn't need Matt's prompt of "Just fucking do it" as the redhead pounded into him fiercely, emphasizing the vulgar syllable with his body; he moaned loudly, fumbling for the gun left on his seat. He handed it over as the light beside them turned yellow. It didn't even occur to Matt to stop moving his hips, nor to Mello, as Matt pointed the gun above their heads and squeezed the trigger. BANG. Mello's head jerked around in time to see the illuminated box disconnect from the wire it hung on. It crashed to the ground with a thunk. He stared for a moment, then turned his head back to Matt, admiring the precision of his shot. "What was that for?" he panted.
"Red light," Matt said with a smirk. They laughed and brought their lips together, kissing once more with the same feverish passion as before.
"Oh, but Matty, I don't want you to stop," Mello purred, licking the side of Matt's neck. He shuddered; the gun slipped out of his hand, which flew up to Mello's back and began clawing at his vest. Mello could make out a few words in the sexually-charged babble spilling from Matt's lips -- "Mello, fuck yes, my God, yeah, so good" -- and responded with his own sounds of pleasure. He grabbed the hand from Matt's back and wrapped it around his erection, pressed against Matt's stomach, thrusting hard into their interwoven hands as Matt thrusted hard into his ass. Their foreheads were pressed together as they climbed, higher, higher, clawing their way to the most dizzying heights of public intimacy, their breathing hard and loud and in perfect synchronization.
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"I love you too, Matt," Mello sighed. "You... You and this car... I love driving with you. It's one of the things that keeps me going now," he said, reaching for his bar of chocolate. "Matt, you know how to make me feel like I'm truly alive."
"Any day, any night, my dearest friend," Matt said. He reached over and grabbed Mello's hand. Mello took it, biting off a piece of chocolate and sighing softly. His eyes wandered into the middle of the intersection.
"I have never once been submissive," said a voice in the back of Mello's mind. "One of the few things I can boast about. I have never even been submissive to a traffic signal." He almost choked on his chocolate from laughing at the memory. Beyond Birthday would be proud, he thought, staring at the fallen light.
"What's up?" Matt asked, tilting his head.
"Oh, it's nothing," came Mello's reply. "Something L told me a long time ago." His face cracked into a smile. "Start the car."
With another sensual roar, the engine came to life again, and the lost boys of Wammy's House resumed their thrill ride.
--- END ---
(This was my first actual yaoi fic, with sex, and holy crap that was FUN!)
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Also, sorry if it seems like there's too much humor. I couldn't resist. Especially not the BB reference.
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