Blonde Ambitions Ch 8 My Pain, Your Thrill
A/N: This is a Death Note Mello x Light, Light x Mello fanfic. I don't own Death Note.
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Mello began to sweat a little bit as he was once again surrounded by cops as the taskforce crowded around the TV-even when Mello clung to Light like he’d seen Misa do in the security footage in an attempt to make the others give them some space one of them was still a bit too close for comfort. Mello could feel the hot breath of one of the officers on the back of his neck.
Horny, perverted bastards.
Mello risked a covert glance so he might deduce the identity of Misa’s underwear thief. He was a plain-looking Japanese man with a shifty gaze, an almost Wammy’s level of insomnia derived dark puffiness under the eyes, and no other distinguishing features other than that he was wearing an absolutely atrocious phlegm-colored dress shirt. It was almost as atrocious as the musician-formerly-known-as-Afrocop’s “lightish red” shirt. Beneath the veil Mello rolled his eyes. It was pinker than Matt’s… er, the bastard-who-shall-not-be-named’s, handheld. Mello learned from the man’s bickering with Matsuda that his latest stalker’s name was Ide and his only claim to fame was that he seemed to be quite a suspicious fellow and he loathed L-both the old one and the “new” one. He had also had noticed Aizawa’s right arm was supported by a sling and Ide’s face was bandaged. He’d later gathered from their conversation that they had been injured in the raid against his hideout.
Ha. Serves them right! Mello thought bitterly as Ide stood uncomfortably close to him, his breath reeking of cigarettes, and the blonde felt a pang in his chest.
He hoped he’d made him see. He hoped he had his goggles in a twist with worry right now! He hoped he was out looking for him like a lost puppy. He hoped that he was suffering! He would beg Mello to take him back… and Mello would laugh in his face. Too bad. They were over! He had been replaced!
He had practically everything he could ever want and Light was better in bed too!
Suck on that, Matt! I’m not even thinking of you now!
“Quiet everyone, the president’s going to make his announcement.” Light hushed the whispered conversations of the taskforce while Matsuda demonstrated his amazing prowess of wielding the remote by cranking the volume. (Well, Light reasoned he had to be good at something.)
And Mello watched it all.
“…With the death of the mafia on our shores the United States will no longer oppose Kira,” the lameass American president said in his heavy Texas accent. “We will no longer stand in his way...”
Mello watched as the taskforce gasped in disbelief as the president of the United States surrendered to Kira-and Light proceeded to give the performance of a lifetime.
“THOSE COWARDS!” Light roared and bashed his fists on his desk; the angle concealing his victory smirk from the assembled officers. Beneath the veil Mello rolled his eyes-Light really needed to be more careful. It was very obvious to Mello that Light was absolutely ecstatic at the news. Mello began to wonder if perhaps at this point it was only the Taskforce’s respect for Chief Yagami that was protecting Light from suspicion.
“…If Kira is caught that makes him evil. If he wins and rules the world then he is justice….”
How blatantly obvious can you get? Unnoticed by the taskforce “Misa” took to lounging on the couch and at Light’s bullshit shook “her” head disparagingly. It’s as I thought. He really believes what he’s saying.
“He’s still smiling…” came the audible whisper from the assembled officers and Mello resisted the urge to bang his head against the wall.
You know it’s bad when even an idiot like Matsuda begins to catch on. Stupid genius! He thinks he’s invincible just because he’s won a few battles. It looks like it’s up to me to show him he’s not or this is gonna be the shortest partnership in the history of backstabbing…
Light apparently heard Matsuda’s “whispering” as well and turned, still smiling, to address Matsuda’s remark and the latent, unintended accusation it held.
“Oh, I don’t know, Matsuda. I just have a good feeling about today. It feels like the end is in sight. Kira can’t hide from us! I just know that in the end true justice will prevail no matter what!”
Mello blinked in awe and confusion as the looks of suspicion faded from the faces of the taskforce members after Light fed them just a few choice lines of bullshit. How the hell do you do that? Are you like a wizard or something?
“You’re right! With both you and Near on the case we’re sure to catch Kira soon!” Matsuda declared, pumping the air in enthusiasm like a total dork.
“I wouldn’t count on Near,” Ide muttered darkly.
Aizawa nodded grimly. The taskforce were all in agreement that the L-copycat was a shady, untrustworthy character. After all, he consorted with known criminals like Mello and he didn’t show a shred of decency, constantly hounding them for the last week ever since the Chief’s death! Aizawa wasn’t a genius but he sure as hell knew how interdepartmental politics were played and Near had played them all for fools. When Mello kidnapped Sayu, demanding the notebook “N” had set the taskforce and more specifically their “L” up to take the blame when Mello got his hands on the notebook and though they got it back it was at great cost. At best Near had used the situation and blamed him after the fact and at worst he was working with Mello or knew what was going to happen ahead of time and again used the situation against them, turning them into the scapegoats for that whole debacle. The whole sordid affair still rankled them all…
***
“You know, the way you manipulate them-if they ever found out they’d turn on you,” Mello remarked casually after the officers had finally left for the day.
“If they ever found out they’d turn on me anyway,” Light replied, just as casually with an air of absolute boredom, as if this conversation was utterly irrelevant.
“Don’t be so sure. There’s a lot of respect there-for your father and even for you. Hell, you could probably get away with anything short of badmouthing Chief Yagami which reminds me… you’re an asshole.”
“And you have a serious attitude problem. Have you ever considered taking anger management classes?”
“Fuck you,” was the automatic reply.
“Alright… Do I dare ask why you think I’m an asshole?”
“Are you serious?” Mello asked incredulously, “Where to even start?!”
“How about we start with what’s bothering you?”
“Your father… was a good man.”
“I know. He was my father. And as you might recall you killed him.”
“Still… he was a good man. And using his death like that… it’s just not cool.”
“And what would you prefer I do, Mihael? Go cry in my room? Go on some clichéd quest for vengeance? Maybe punish you for killing him? It happened. It can’t be undone. And as always all I can do is make the best of a rotten situation. But since we’re on the topic of things that are as you put it, not cool, you really need to learn to respect your betters.”
Light’s eyes narrowed dangerously as Mello doubled over in laughter.
“Would you look at that-Kira has a sense of humor! Surely you understand that Respect is earned?! That’s true in any organization be it the police and the mafia-you know at least in the mafia it was understood that we respect our elders! And here’s you. With this disrespect for your father… You sicken me.”
“You always do say the nicest things,” Light murmured though the sarcasm was no doubt lost on the bitching blonde. “And you should really learn to take your own advice, kid,” Light smirked victoriously after he successfully derailed the younger man mid-rant and watched in amusement as Mello became angry and defensive and for a moment was reduced to making indignant, incomprehensible sputtering sounds. But alas, the blonde quickly recovered and leveled him an icy glare.
“You have, what, three years on me? Oh yeah, I guess that makes you a dirty old man, you pedo. You may be older but you certainly aren’t wiser! You know what I see when I see you speaking to them? I see a fucking moron who is so lost in his own bullshit, with his head stuck so far up his own ass that he doesn’t even see how he’s fucked up!”
“Keep it classy, Mihael. And by all means, keep pushing it...”
“Oh, don’t worry, I will. You know, you have a lot of nerve threatening me in your position,” Mello smirked as he jingled the chain that bound the naked man to the headboard of the bed.
The older boy made an appropriately disgusted face when the blonde spurted chocolate syrup all over him-mostly because it was the reaction he knew Mello wanted to see though it was indeed rather disagreeable to his inner neat freak.
“I never realized you had such weird fantasies,” Light idly commented as Mello began licking the chocolate off his skin. “I mean, really, what next? Are you going to make me dress up like Willy Wonka?”
“…And why would I want to see you dressed?” Mello chuckled, staring lewdly at that perfect body sprawled out before him, before he resumed playing with his “sweet.” The killer sucked in a sharp breath as the blonde pressed his warm body against his and began swirling his tongue around his right nipple until it was good and hard.
“Hmmm…. You know what’s missing…?” Mello grinned, barely able to contain his sadistic glee as he put his totally spur of the moment, impulsive plan into action.
“W-what are you doing?” Light asked, alarmed when Mello completely withdrew and left the room, leaving him chained to the bed.
A drop of nervous sweat trickled down Light’s temple as he overheard the sound of clinking dishes in the kitchen. Light sincerely hoped that Mello hadn’t forgotten their agreement or the little fact that he would die if he murdered him...
Mello returned a moment later, some mystery item conspicuously hidden behind his back, before Light could ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing Mello struck in a lightning fast motion. Light thought he was going to have a heart attack from the shock-he let out an embarrassing squeak and jerked sharply against the chains reacting to the sudden flash of cold when Mello suddenly dropped a large scoop of freezer-cold fudge ice cream onto his bare stomach.
“Asshole!” Light hissed.
Mello’s grin merely widened as he licked at the mess “That’s cute,” he declared as he dipped a couple of fingers in the chocolate ooze and smeared a couple of stripes on his lover’s cheek like war paint-just for the sheer joy of further pissing him off. “You know you’re cute when you’re angry.”
“And you obviously have a death wish,” Light remarked as he glared at the blonde as one might regard a particularly fascinating bug. The effect was kind of ruined though when, to Light’s further embarrassment, he couldn’t stop himself from giggling as Mello lapped up the ice cream; tickling him with his tongue. Or that he was so obviously drawn to the warmth of the other man’s body.
“Ooh, I’m so scared, Kira.”
“You should be…” Light muttered through gritted his teeth as his wrists became painfully tangled in the chain when Mello flipped him over so he was lying on his stomach. The neat freak cringed again-that sticky chocolate mess that Mello made still coated his body and now was messing the sheets. Yet despite the rough treatment and Light’s disgust at the other’s unhygienic ways his body still shivered in anticipation. He positioned himself as the blonde wanted, on his hands and knees with his fine ass up in the air. Mello soon joined him, crawling his way on top and resting his chin against his shoulder.
“You know, you’re such a bastard,” Mello hissed, blowing against his ear “’If Kira is caught then Kira is evil.’ I caught you, you know.”
Mello watched in fascination as an oddly simpering expression played across the other’s face.
“Only because I let you... Besides, I thought you liked bad boys.”
Light glanced back in confusion over his shoulder as Mello withdrew again and then cried out, more in surprise than pain, when Mello smacked him hard across the ass.
“You like that, bitch?!” Mello growled out harshly as he gently trailed a hand down Light’s bare back, smearing more chocolate sauce in his wake. Mello thought it was a fine work of art-the marks left with his impromptu finger-painting contrasting nicely with the other man’s skin. The blonde grabbed him by the hair, the chocolate mixing nicely with those caramel locks and shoved his face down into the mattress into the run off pool of chocolate syrup.
“Lick it up.”
Mello suppressed a groan as Light’s tongue flicked out, slowly, tentatively licking at the puddle as he glared at Mello, his eyes defiant, challenging, and oh-so-sexy. Mello pounced again on the other and began lapping and nibbling at his neck, leaving a mark behind that would later become red, raw and obvious. The brunette groaned and instinctively arched his back as Mello drew close against him, the blonde’s long fingers continued to trace delicate patterns in chocolate on his skin. Light was thoroughly enjoying the other’s attentions-he didn’t know why the hell it did but his body liked it more when it hurt a bit-it just felt more real that way. Light groaned when Mello teased his entrance with a probing finger.
“You know, I find chocolate to be very versatile,” The blonde began conversationally and Light could just hear the smirk in his voice. “Shall we experiment?”
Light froze in horror when he realized what Mello was suggesting.
“Chocolate syrup is not lube!” came Light’s panicked cry from where his face was currently pressed into the mattress. “It doesn’t work as lube. It’s STICKY! You’d be stupid to even consider it! No wonder you were always number two!”
A dark look passed across the blonde’s face and without further warning he pushed a finger up inside of his captive. A properly lubed up finger.
“Ha! Psyche!” The blonde laughed, Light was obviously still plenty pissed off at him but the brunette was surrendering to his body’s impulses. Light pushed back against Mello’s long fingers, trying to drive them deeper as they writhed around inside him, stretching him out and opening him up to take Mello’s cock inside him again. “I really had you going there for a minute, didn’t I?”
“Asshole!” Light grumbled but it was lacking in vitriol. Mello delighted in how he could make the other whimper, wanting, when his erection brushed up against his thigh. Mello abruptly withdrew again leaving Light flushed and panting on the bed.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you stupid asshole?!” Light snapped; nerves frayed as Mello just kept teasing him.
Light grunted as Mello sat on top of his back and shoved a ball-gag in his mouth. The blonde grinned, victoriously. “Now that was very satisfying. You know I’ve been here a day and I am already sick and tired of hearing your bullshit? You know we’re not ALL enamored by the sound of your voice.”
The older male glared bloody murder up at the smirking blonde from where he was bound in chains to the bed.
“Now that I have your attention, there are a couple of things I wanted to say. First of all, I’m not stupid. I caught you.” Light let out a muffled cry of alarm, futilely grasping at the sheets when Mello suddenly, roughly pulled him backwards by the hips. “Second, and most importantly, you’re mine. Don’t ever forget that!” The blonde snarled as he spread the other man’s ass cheeks and shoved in. Light let out a muffled cry and pounded his fist into the mattress as pain shot up his spine. Mello took him roughly again, setting a fast and brutal pace. Light forced himself to relax as the younger man took it out of his ass, his fists clenching into the sheets.
Mello moaned out loud as he lost himself in that deliciously tight heat. This… this was the best. Like, the best thing ever. Doing Kira was better than chocolate. Such an admission was a very painful thing for the obsessed chocoholic to admit.
The only thing that could make this better would be…
Mello paid no mind to Light’s muted cry of pain when he bit into the other’s shoulder which was still covered in chocolate. He didn’t quite draw blood but it was guaranteed to leave another nasty mark behind. A nice little reminder of who wore the figurative pants around here-Mello smirked again as he claimed the other, withdrawing completely before he slammed back in. This time however Light’s toes curled into the mattress and he moaned around the gag. Mello had changed the angle slightly and now he was finally beginning to hit right.
Mello began to regret using the ball-gag now as his partner’s muffled whines of pleasure excited him further, but he didn’t remove it-his pet really needed to learn not to mouth off.
Mello withdrew completely and then thrust back in again at that same angle; hoping to induce the same reaction. Mello figured he was successful when the other’s pleasured cries got louder, despite the gag, and Light began to match his pace, his hips beginning to rise and meet each thrust. Encouraged, Mello began to drive even faster and harder, snarling obscenities at the other man. Mello was thoroughly surprised when Light glanced back at him over his shoulder, his sweaty bangs stained dark with chocolate sauce plastered to his forehead fell back to reveal those beautiful eyes that were silently entreating, pleading-those eyes communicated things that Mello knew that Kira would never say in words. That look spoke of real trust, devotion, submission…
Mello couldn’t help it-he came right then and there.
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Mello began to sweat a little bit as he was once again surrounded by cops as the taskforce crowded around the TV-even when Mello clung to Light like he’d seen Misa do in the security footage in an attempt to make the others give them some space one of them was still a bit too close for comfort. Mello could feel the hot breath of one of the officers on the back of his neck.
Horny, perverted bastards.
Mello risked a covert glance so he might deduce the identity of Misa’s underwear thief. He was a plain-looking Japanese man with a shifty gaze, an almost Wammy’s level of insomnia derived dark puffiness under the eyes, and no other distinguishing features other than that he was wearing an absolutely atrocious phlegm-colored dress shirt. It was almost as atrocious as the musician-formerly-known-as-Afrocop’s “lightish red” shirt. Beneath the veil Mello rolled his eyes. It was pinker than Matt’s… er, the bastard-who-shall-not-be-named’s, handheld. Mello learned from the man’s bickering with Matsuda that his latest stalker’s name was Ide and his only claim to fame was that he seemed to be quite a suspicious fellow and he loathed L-both the old one and the “new” one. He had also had noticed Aizawa’s right arm was supported by a sling and Ide’s face was bandaged. He’d later gathered from their conversation that they had been injured in the raid against his hideout.
Ha. Serves them right! Mello thought bitterly as Ide stood uncomfortably close to him, his breath reeking of cigarettes, and the blonde felt a pang in his chest.
He hoped he’d made him see. He hoped he had his goggles in a twist with worry right now! He hoped he was out looking for him like a lost puppy. He hoped that he was suffering! He would beg Mello to take him back… and Mello would laugh in his face. Too bad. They were over! He had been replaced!
He had practically everything he could ever want and Light was better in bed too!
Suck on that, Matt! I’m not even thinking of you now!
“Quiet everyone, the president’s going to make his announcement.” Light hushed the whispered conversations of the taskforce while Matsuda demonstrated his amazing prowess of wielding the remote by cranking the volume. (Well, Light reasoned he had to be good at something.)
And Mello watched it all.
“…With the death of the mafia on our shores the United States will no longer oppose Kira,” the lameass American president said in his heavy Texas accent. “We will no longer stand in his way...”
Mello watched as the taskforce gasped in disbelief as the president of the United States surrendered to Kira-and Light proceeded to give the performance of a lifetime.
“THOSE COWARDS!” Light roared and bashed his fists on his desk; the angle concealing his victory smirk from the assembled officers. Beneath the veil Mello rolled his eyes-Light really needed to be more careful. It was very obvious to Mello that Light was absolutely ecstatic at the news. Mello began to wonder if perhaps at this point it was only the Taskforce’s respect for Chief Yagami that was protecting Light from suspicion.
“…If Kira is caught that makes him evil. If he wins and rules the world then he is justice….”
How blatantly obvious can you get? Unnoticed by the taskforce “Misa” took to lounging on the couch and at Light’s bullshit shook “her” head disparagingly. It’s as I thought. He really believes what he’s saying.
“He’s still smiling…” came the audible whisper from the assembled officers and Mello resisted the urge to bang his head against the wall.
You know it’s bad when even an idiot like Matsuda begins to catch on. Stupid genius! He thinks he’s invincible just because he’s won a few battles. It looks like it’s up to me to show him he’s not or this is gonna be the shortest partnership in the history of backstabbing…
Light apparently heard Matsuda’s “whispering” as well and turned, still smiling, to address Matsuda’s remark and the latent, unintended accusation it held.
“Oh, I don’t know, Matsuda. I just have a good feeling about today. It feels like the end is in sight. Kira can’t hide from us! I just know that in the end true justice will prevail no matter what!”
Mello blinked in awe and confusion as the looks of suspicion faded from the faces of the taskforce members after Light fed them just a few choice lines of bullshit. How the hell do you do that? Are you like a wizard or something?
“You’re right! With both you and Near on the case we’re sure to catch Kira soon!” Matsuda declared, pumping the air in enthusiasm like a total dork.
“I wouldn’t count on Near,” Ide muttered darkly.
Aizawa nodded grimly. The taskforce were all in agreement that the L-copycat was a shady, untrustworthy character. After all, he consorted with known criminals like Mello and he didn’t show a shred of decency, constantly hounding them for the last week ever since the Chief’s death! Aizawa wasn’t a genius but he sure as hell knew how interdepartmental politics were played and Near had played them all for fools. When Mello kidnapped Sayu, demanding the notebook “N” had set the taskforce and more specifically their “L” up to take the blame when Mello got his hands on the notebook and though they got it back it was at great cost. At best Near had used the situation and blamed him after the fact and at worst he was working with Mello or knew what was going to happen ahead of time and again used the situation against them, turning them into the scapegoats for that whole debacle. The whole sordid affair still rankled them all…
***
“You know, the way you manipulate them-if they ever found out they’d turn on you,” Mello remarked casually after the officers had finally left for the day.
“If they ever found out they’d turn on me anyway,” Light replied, just as casually with an air of absolute boredom, as if this conversation was utterly irrelevant.
“Don’t be so sure. There’s a lot of respect there-for your father and even for you. Hell, you could probably get away with anything short of badmouthing Chief Yagami which reminds me… you’re an asshole.”
“And you have a serious attitude problem. Have you ever considered taking anger management classes?”
“Fuck you,” was the automatic reply.
“Alright… Do I dare ask why you think I’m an asshole?”
“Are you serious?” Mello asked incredulously, “Where to even start?!”
“How about we start with what’s bothering you?”
“Your father… was a good man.”
“I know. He was my father. And as you might recall you killed him.”
“Still… he was a good man. And using his death like that… it’s just not cool.”
“And what would you prefer I do, Mihael? Go cry in my room? Go on some clichéd quest for vengeance? Maybe punish you for killing him? It happened. It can’t be undone. And as always all I can do is make the best of a rotten situation. But since we’re on the topic of things that are as you put it, not cool, you really need to learn to respect your betters.”
Light’s eyes narrowed dangerously as Mello doubled over in laughter.
“Would you look at that-Kira has a sense of humor! Surely you understand that Respect is earned?! That’s true in any organization be it the police and the mafia-you know at least in the mafia it was understood that we respect our elders! And here’s you. With this disrespect for your father… You sicken me.”
“You always do say the nicest things,” Light murmured though the sarcasm was no doubt lost on the bitching blonde. “And you should really learn to take your own advice, kid,” Light smirked victoriously after he successfully derailed the younger man mid-rant and watched in amusement as Mello became angry and defensive and for a moment was reduced to making indignant, incomprehensible sputtering sounds. But alas, the blonde quickly recovered and leveled him an icy glare.
“You have, what, three years on me? Oh yeah, I guess that makes you a dirty old man, you pedo. You may be older but you certainly aren’t wiser! You know what I see when I see you speaking to them? I see a fucking moron who is so lost in his own bullshit, with his head stuck so far up his own ass that he doesn’t even see how he’s fucked up!”
“Keep it classy, Mihael. And by all means, keep pushing it...”
“Oh, don’t worry, I will. You know, you have a lot of nerve threatening me in your position,” Mello smirked as he jingled the chain that bound the naked man to the headboard of the bed.
The older boy made an appropriately disgusted face when the blonde spurted chocolate syrup all over him-mostly because it was the reaction he knew Mello wanted to see though it was indeed rather disagreeable to his inner neat freak.
“I never realized you had such weird fantasies,” Light idly commented as Mello began licking the chocolate off his skin. “I mean, really, what next? Are you going to make me dress up like Willy Wonka?”
“…And why would I want to see you dressed?” Mello chuckled, staring lewdly at that perfect body sprawled out before him, before he resumed playing with his “sweet.” The killer sucked in a sharp breath as the blonde pressed his warm body against his and began swirling his tongue around his right nipple until it was good and hard.
“Hmmm…. You know what’s missing…?” Mello grinned, barely able to contain his sadistic glee as he put his totally spur of the moment, impulsive plan into action.
“W-what are you doing?” Light asked, alarmed when Mello completely withdrew and left the room, leaving him chained to the bed.
A drop of nervous sweat trickled down Light’s temple as he overheard the sound of clinking dishes in the kitchen. Light sincerely hoped that Mello hadn’t forgotten their agreement or the little fact that he would die if he murdered him...
Mello returned a moment later, some mystery item conspicuously hidden behind his back, before Light could ask him what the fuck he thought he was doing Mello struck in a lightning fast motion. Light thought he was going to have a heart attack from the shock-he let out an embarrassing squeak and jerked sharply against the chains reacting to the sudden flash of cold when Mello suddenly dropped a large scoop of freezer-cold fudge ice cream onto his bare stomach.
“Asshole!” Light hissed.
Mello’s grin merely widened as he licked at the mess “That’s cute,” he declared as he dipped a couple of fingers in the chocolate ooze and smeared a couple of stripes on his lover’s cheek like war paint-just for the sheer joy of further pissing him off. “You know you’re cute when you’re angry.”
“And you obviously have a death wish,” Light remarked as he glared at the blonde as one might regard a particularly fascinating bug. The effect was kind of ruined though when, to Light’s further embarrassment, he couldn’t stop himself from giggling as Mello lapped up the ice cream; tickling him with his tongue. Or that he was so obviously drawn to the warmth of the other man’s body.
“Ooh, I’m so scared, Kira.”
“You should be…” Light muttered through gritted his teeth as his wrists became painfully tangled in the chain when Mello flipped him over so he was lying on his stomach. The neat freak cringed again-that sticky chocolate mess that Mello made still coated his body and now was messing the sheets. Yet despite the rough treatment and Light’s disgust at the other’s unhygienic ways his body still shivered in anticipation. He positioned himself as the blonde wanted, on his hands and knees with his fine ass up in the air. Mello soon joined him, crawling his way on top and resting his chin against his shoulder.
“You know, you’re such a bastard,” Mello hissed, blowing against his ear “’If Kira is caught then Kira is evil.’ I caught you, you know.”
Mello watched in fascination as an oddly simpering expression played across the other’s face.
“Only because I let you... Besides, I thought you liked bad boys.”
Light glanced back in confusion over his shoulder as Mello withdrew again and then cried out, more in surprise than pain, when Mello smacked him hard across the ass.
“You like that, bitch?!” Mello growled out harshly as he gently trailed a hand down Light’s bare back, smearing more chocolate sauce in his wake. Mello thought it was a fine work of art-the marks left with his impromptu finger-painting contrasting nicely with the other man’s skin. The blonde grabbed him by the hair, the chocolate mixing nicely with those caramel locks and shoved his face down into the mattress into the run off pool of chocolate syrup.
“Lick it up.”
Mello suppressed a groan as Light’s tongue flicked out, slowly, tentatively licking at the puddle as he glared at Mello, his eyes defiant, challenging, and oh-so-sexy. Mello pounced again on the other and began lapping and nibbling at his neck, leaving a mark behind that would later become red, raw and obvious. The brunette groaned and instinctively arched his back as Mello drew close against him, the blonde’s long fingers continued to trace delicate patterns in chocolate on his skin. Light was thoroughly enjoying the other’s attentions-he didn’t know why the hell it did but his body liked it more when it hurt a bit-it just felt more real that way. Light groaned when Mello teased his entrance with a probing finger.
“You know, I find chocolate to be very versatile,” The blonde began conversationally and Light could just hear the smirk in his voice. “Shall we experiment?”
Light froze in horror when he realized what Mello was suggesting.
“Chocolate syrup is not lube!” came Light’s panicked cry from where his face was currently pressed into the mattress. “It doesn’t work as lube. It’s STICKY! You’d be stupid to even consider it! No wonder you were always number two!”
A dark look passed across the blonde’s face and without further warning he pushed a finger up inside of his captive. A properly lubed up finger.
“Ha! Psyche!” The blonde laughed, Light was obviously still plenty pissed off at him but the brunette was surrendering to his body’s impulses. Light pushed back against Mello’s long fingers, trying to drive them deeper as they writhed around inside him, stretching him out and opening him up to take Mello’s cock inside him again. “I really had you going there for a minute, didn’t I?”
“Asshole!” Light grumbled but it was lacking in vitriol. Mello delighted in how he could make the other whimper, wanting, when his erection brushed up against his thigh. Mello abruptly withdrew again leaving Light flushed and panting on the bed.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, you stupid asshole?!” Light snapped; nerves frayed as Mello just kept teasing him.
Light grunted as Mello sat on top of his back and shoved a ball-gag in his mouth. The blonde grinned, victoriously. “Now that was very satisfying. You know I’ve been here a day and I am already sick and tired of hearing your bullshit? You know we’re not ALL enamored by the sound of your voice.”
The older male glared bloody murder up at the smirking blonde from where he was bound in chains to the bed.
“Now that I have your attention, there are a couple of things I wanted to say. First of all, I’m not stupid. I caught you.” Light let out a muffled cry of alarm, futilely grasping at the sheets when Mello suddenly, roughly pulled him backwards by the hips. “Second, and most importantly, you’re mine. Don’t ever forget that!” The blonde snarled as he spread the other man’s ass cheeks and shoved in. Light let out a muffled cry and pounded his fist into the mattress as pain shot up his spine. Mello took him roughly again, setting a fast and brutal pace. Light forced himself to relax as the younger man took it out of his ass, his fists clenching into the sheets.
Mello moaned out loud as he lost himself in that deliciously tight heat. This… this was the best. Like, the best thing ever. Doing Kira was better than chocolate. Such an admission was a very painful thing for the obsessed chocoholic to admit.
The only thing that could make this better would be…
Mello paid no mind to Light’s muted cry of pain when he bit into the other’s shoulder which was still covered in chocolate. He didn’t quite draw blood but it was guaranteed to leave another nasty mark behind. A nice little reminder of who wore the figurative pants around here-Mello smirked again as he claimed the other, withdrawing completely before he slammed back in. This time however Light’s toes curled into the mattress and he moaned around the gag. Mello had changed the angle slightly and now he was finally beginning to hit right.
Mello began to regret using the ball-gag now as his partner’s muffled whines of pleasure excited him further, but he didn’t remove it-his pet really needed to learn not to mouth off.
Mello withdrew completely and then thrust back in again at that same angle; hoping to induce the same reaction. Mello figured he was successful when the other’s pleasured cries got louder, despite the gag, and Light began to match his pace, his hips beginning to rise and meet each thrust. Encouraged, Mello began to drive even faster and harder, snarling obscenities at the other man. Mello was thoroughly surprised when Light glanced back at him over his shoulder, his sweaty bangs stained dark with chocolate sauce plastered to his forehead fell back to reveal those beautiful eyes that were silently entreating, pleading-those eyes communicated things that Mello knew that Kira would never say in words. That look spoke of real trust, devotion, submission…
Mello couldn’t help it-he came right then and there.
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