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Welcome to the Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme! (#2)
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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. ( 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... )
He must have been well enough to be moved.
Since the 'incident', in which he was shot he's been so drugged up that he doesn't really know how much of what he remembers was real.
Was it really Matsuda who shot him?
He woke up on an examination table, feeling especially lucid. Better than he's felt in ages, he thinks. But as he tries to move his wounded writing hand the thin paper between himself and the table crinkles with his movement, and he realizes that he is bound to the table. His hands are cuffed above him, and his feet are tied to stirrups. It figures. He's been bound and sedated for weeks now.
As he lies quietly surveying his surroundings dull aches from his wounds begin to enter his awareness again. The painkillers must be wearing off.
"Dr. Nakamura, this way please," he hears a stout male voice outside the door.
"Thank you," a crisp female voice answers, and Light hears the door open.
The voices become more clear.
"The door will be locked behind you. Please press the panic button if he tries anything or or when you need to leave."
"Panic button? Can't I just knock or say 'let me out'?"
"Haha, sorry, no. This bunker has enforced concrete everything. Soviet era."
"I see."
A blonde woman in glasses and a pastel green labcoat enters and the door is shut behind her.
"Awake, I see, Yagami-san," she greets detachedly in his native Japanese, "You should be needing another painkiller by now. Open your mouth, please," she dictates clinically, placing a blue, diamond-shaped pill on his tongue.
He swallows it dry, unwilling to wait even for a cup of water.
"You said your name was Nakamura?" He stutters incredulously.
"By marriage," she laughs lightly, "that's how I came to know Japanese."
"Oh, I see."
"At least, that's what I told them." She laughs to herself, moving to the foot of the table, between his legs.
His first thought is embarrassment. He realizes that he's not wearing anything under his hospital gown, and he's in a very prone position.
His second thought, when he gets a better look at her face, is that he knows that woman, and she is NOT a real doctor.
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"Not today."
"Then what do you want?"
At that, she takes off her glasses and sets them aside, and opens her lab-coat, revealing a white, shiny bodysuit beneath. Her stethoscope still dangled between the full breasts nearly exposed by her plunging neckline.
She pulls the tie out of her long hair, letting it fall behind her shoulders with a liquid swish.
It makes his cock even harder to see her like this, and he blushed and tried to look away.
"I want to play doctor," she answered wickedly.
Without another word, moved to the side and hoisted a long leg over his stomach, springing up onto the examination table with a catlike movement, hovering her body over him, and only told him to open his mouth so that she could stick a tongue-depresser inside playfully.
"Does he know you're here?" Light asks when she's done looking uselessly inside of his mouth.
"No," she laughed, "At least... I don't think so." As she sits up straddling him, he can see that the nurse's uniform she wore did not include underwear. "That's the little game I play with him, you see," continued, setting herself back onto the floor with martial grace and picked up a small scalpel from the tool-tray.
"Game?" Light breathed.
The woman cut the shoulder strings of his thin hospital gown and pulled from the neck until it came off like a sheet. He was unveiled like a new car model at an auto show. His tanned, perfect torso marred by stitches from his sewn-up bullet holes, but still lovely, lightly-muscled, and beautiful, even in the dingy fluorescent light of the austere, windowless room.
She began to feel warm, increasing need building between her legs. Her legs tingled, feeling weak at the beautiful sight of the man on the table and the power she had over him.
"I am a spy," she stated, as she trailed the flat, icy side of the scalpel along the sweet line of his toned muscles. Pectorals, obliques, abs, hip-flexors - all toned and perfect specimens. "And Near is a detective," She continued, switching her scalpel for something colder.
As she pinched his left nipple with her foreceps, he shuddered adorably. "It's my job to keep secrets, and his to find them out. So naturally," she purred, as she tossed her instrument aside, breathing in his ear, "I like to do some things without telling him."
Light made no answer, and Hal pulled the stirrups holding his feet further apart.
"What's a spy, without secrets to keep?" She questioned, climbing up on top and straddling him once again, "Don't you agree, Kira-san?"
Light cried out a pained, but grateful moan as she set herself down on his erect shaft. His penis wasn't the largest that she had seen, by far, but it filled her comfortably. Her muscles clenched around him and the young man bucked his hips urgently. She scraped her fingernails on his skin and felt the curves and dips of his body as she propelled herself up and down, riding him with increasing pace.
She leaned herself back at an almost dangerous angle, forcing him to hit her g-spot, and drinking in his sexy strained grunts and groans.
He made no attempt to hold out for her, cumming first, but she continued against his wishes, and he remained hard until she brought herself to climax, though he never had before.
Even with the sounds and the shudder that betrayed her orgasm, she took her sweet time releasing him from her tight pussy.
As she wiped herself off he remained hard still, and asked why.
"That wasn't a painkiller," She told him.
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Light could see her snap a long rubber glove onto her hand, and from the chilled table she took a small speculum. He flushed with embarrassing and arousal, on the edge of either tears or a screaming fit.
The freezing instrument began to touch his most private area, stretching and spreading painfully, while the woman continued taunting him in her cold, clinical voice.
"This is a special prison, dear Kira - Two miles underground. Completely secret." She laughed again as light gritted against the pain, "Except for a few. It's where we keep prisoners too horrible or high profile for Gitmo."
He felt cold lubricant squirted inside of him, and saw her rub it generously on her glove. She pulled a chair up and knelt on it, casually dipping her gloved fingers inside of him. He began to scream. The speculum was replaced by three of her fingers. Pulling, stretching, working him. Too far.
"You'll want to be nice and lose for the other inmates."
The pain increased as she continued to move her hand about, squirting more lobe as needed. Mercifully, she became quiet again.
Light heard her breath quicken. She had begun to pleasure herself while she did this to him. Within only a few minutes he was loose enough for her to put her hand inside, and she began to fist aggressively as he screamed.
She hit his prostate intermittently, not really caring whether she did or not, whether she made it good for him in the least.
"You'll die here. They're going to execute you," she moans, her breath is heavy with lust and hate, "This Friday."
This time Hal comes first, and she pulls her hand out of Light's ass with a wet sound and a look of disgust, tossing the glove in the waste basket.
Light says nothing. His voice is lost.
Hal reties his gown and cleans up after herself. She straightens her hair her glasses and checks 'OK for execution' off on her lab sheet.
She presses the panic switch and exits, leaving Light, Kira, erect and broken on the examination table.
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The guard enters after she's left, and begins to undo his restraints.
"Let's get you to your cell."
But it's a different man than the one Light heard before. Tall, muscular and about forty years old, his hair his short and blonde mixed with grey, and Light thinks that he recognizes him from before.
Form the same place he saw that woman.
"You're Near's spy, aren't you?"
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