Enjoy the Show

Finally, my first Death note fanfic! So.. umm. I got this idea from some very beautifully made pictures of a couple in jail. And plus some crazy idea, tadaah.

Disclaimer : I do not own Death Note, otherwise I'll put this into the plot, and Matt & Mello will be the main characters.

This story took place around chapter 95-100 in the manga. (Watari's still alive. Because i like him)

Enjoy!

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A plain black van stopped in front of the guarded prison door, 2 figures walked out from the van towards the door.

"So this is the place?", asked the one handcuffed on his back, while contemplating his surroundings. He looked quite young, must be around his teen age, or early 20's at most.

"Yes, this way." the old man in police uniform who hold his handcuffed hand behind his back led the way to the entrance, which is a huge steel door with some complicated security mechanisms on each sides.

"Sir, this is the prisoner, the one we told you yesterday.", the old man reported to a waiting officer, who looked like the highest-ranking officer around here.

"Okay. Let's see." He flipped few pages of documents on his hand, and glanced a while at the prisoner.

"So, here we are, Mihael Keehl. 17. Convicted of founding an against-Kira organization. This prison should teach you not to do anything against Kira." The officer lifted an eyebrow, and commanded the one that brought Mihael to him.

"Mr. Watari, please take him to the 5th corridor on the 3rd floor, the elevator is over there, just show the guards your pass."

"Of course.", then they were in front of the door of the said corridor.

Here they are. Corridor N. Ironically, it reminded him of Near.

'That bastard N, if not because I owe Near, I won't do this. He even probably told the officer to put me in this particular corridor.'

They walked through the corridor, with cells on either sides. All the existing prisoners watched as the newcomer walked in front of their cells. A naughty whistle could be heard from somewhere. The boy shot a glare at the source of the sound, it was a bearded middle aged man. He showed him his middle finger from behind his back. But the man winked his eyes in reply. Making the boy glared at him with disgust.

Then he heard a voice from the cell behind him, "Hi blondie."

It's barely a minute he's here, what's with those people? Before the new prisoner could curse back at him, Watari showed him his cell.

"Okay Mello, this is your cell. Meals will be given at 6.00, 12.00, and 19.00. Every needs you would need are here. Including your chocolate bars, of course, it's under the bed",

Mihael, who apparently called Mello walked inside, "You can tell me if you need anything", said Watari as he unlocked the cuffs.

After Watari locked the door, Mello scanned his cell, decided that he hated this, then cursed inside his head. He hated being locked inside a room, that always reminded him of his times trapped in the Wammy's. 'Near is really going to pay for this.'

Mello took out a box Watari told him before, observed chocolate inside the box, and took one of them. Good. At least they took good note about the exact brand he consumed.

He ripped the wrapping, and took a satisfying bite. Fortunately for him, this prison is a one prisoner – one cell prison. So he wouldn't have to share anything. He wouldn't share his chocolate, anyway. But what bothered him the most, is that there's only one side of the cell is walled. The three other sides are merely steel bars, so everyone could see what's the others doing.

There's a simple bed on the walled part of the cell. Not comfortable at all. Well what do you expect from a prison? Mello sat there, eating his chocolate.

The cell is about 3x3 meters large, quite big for a prison. There's a toilet in the corner, with small shower and curtain. This is actually quite luxurious for a cell.

Mello didn't do anything for the rest of the day, he only lied on his bed, listening and analyzing his neighbors, listening to their conversations while nibbling his chocolate inside his cell, which is in the second from the end of the corridor.

He later found out from the conversations that his corridor is the most 'luxurious' part of the prison, for prisoner with not so serious crimes, or with special status or connection with the government. With special status, they don't have wear that uncomfortable prisoner's clothes. They even get to wear their own clothes, which for Mello means a black leather vest, and tight black jeans. Sometimes with a black and blood red hooded jacket.

His left neighbor is a serious looking man with glasses and boring hair style, looked like a simple employee, who didn't do anything than reading books. There are piles of thick books inside his cells. Other than that, no other information could be obtained, because he didn't speak at all.

The prisoner on his right is a man looked like a typical Japanese businessman, probably in his 40's with slicked black hair combed back tidily. He heard that he was jailed for attempting to force the police by claiming himself as Kira.

The one inside the cell right in front of his is a high school student, half Caucasian, looked like a typical high school jock, still wearing his tight fitting black school uniform. He kept talking with a man on the cell in his right, a huge man with tattoos covering his large arms.

He heard from their dialogs that high-schooler was there because he raped his girlfriend. He kept insisting that it wasn't his fault, and his girlfriend's to blame for looking so irresistible. The tattooed man, apparently was jailed because he crashed his large motorbike to a police station, then pissed in front of the policemen. The man claimed he didn't remember anything than needing to pee after getting drunk.

'Complete idiots', Mello thought.

On the other side of the high-schooler's cell is a man playing cards by himself, around 20-30 of age, with hair dyed dark blue. Probably just another idiot, he didn't care.

Another 12 hours later, Mello reached out his hand under the bed for another chocolate, bored out of his mind. Not that he's got nothing to do. His neighbors called him to try to talk to the new guy, but he didn't even looked at them, earning Mello irritated looks from the others. Mello threw a wrapper of the chocolate he's eating to the floor, which already piled with lots of wrappings. It's not even 1 day and he's already like this. He's never been the one who could stay still inside a room.

He put the chocolate inside his mouth, then took a bite, decided that's he's going to entertain himself. On the second bite, he suddenly got an idea, quite a crazy one.

Slowly, he stood up, then moved close to the front bars of his cell, making sure he could be seen by the other prisoners. Some of them glanced curiously when he gripped the bars with both of his hands, and slid his hands down slowly with his body, moving his body down as he did so. That caught the other's attention. Some of his neighbors looked mildly surprised, because of the sudden moves from the new prisoner, who did nothing before except nibbling chocolates and ignoring the others.

Happy that he's got the other's attention, he then stood up again, and winked at the other boy in the cell in front of him, the one who's wearing his high school uniform, called Dan if he didn't heard wrong. He decided that he's his victim for now.

Mello then turned around backing him, bent his body to take a bit of chocolate on the floor, then put it seductively inside his mouth, then licked his fingers clean. He rested his leather covered ass to the back, positioning the crack of his ass right in the middle of the bar, pressed hard, then slowly moved down in a very sensual way.

He then looked back at the boy, with face half covered in blond hair, in a way so hot that it would make ice melt within his sight. He touched his own hips, sliding in one hand inside his vest, rubbing his torso slowly. Then his hand touched the zipper, playing it a while with the tips of his fingers. Mello licked his lips again, then his fingers started to unzip his vest slowly, going upwards, in frustrating speed revealing his smooth, slightly built pale stomach.

He saw the others holding their breaths as he did so. Especially the high school student, who's currently slack jawed at the 'show' in right in front of his eyes.

Mello let his vest to fall on the floor, leaving his upper torso bare, with only a silver cross necklace clinging in front of his chest. His hands then continued caressing his own body, then closed his eyes as if enjoying himself. He could heard some wolf-whistles and some appreciative sounds from the neighbors. Mello continued, moving his hands to the front of his lithe body, playing a bit with his nipples, then slided again down against the steel bar, this time keeping eye contact with Dan in the cell in front of him.

He noticed Dan in his uniform squirmed uncomfortably, trying to move his legs to cover something, apparently because of his erection.

Mello's jeans slided dangerously low to show the crack of his ass. One of his hand reached behind, touching his own hips, then trailed the crack with long fingers. The boy let out a small growl, then touched himself on the crotch.

He smirked inwardly. Clearly because he could even make a straight boy horny just by some moves.

Mello continued to touch himself, and moved his body sensuously. He was more than pleased to see that the teen already unzipped his pants and stroking himself shamelessly.

'Looks like everybody's here has been denied of their need for so long. I could make use of this, this should be fun.' Mello smiled to himself.

He then gripped one of the bars, then looked straight at the school boy's eyes. He moved his hands up and down the bar. Dan unconsciously, as if hypnotized by Mello's gaze, moved his hand according to Mello's hand. He started to pant and moaned, his hand moved fast and slow like the hand grabbing the bar.

When Mello suddenly slowed the movement, the boy whined and groaned, as if pleading for him to move his hand faster. The blond didn't comply, he has some naughty ideas inside his head. Instead of getting faster, he slowly moved his face to the bar he gripped, then licked the bar seductively, making the poor boy's body jerked slightly as if it's him that's licked. Mello smirked at his response, then moved again his hand faster, once in a while licked the bar to tease him.

After a while he could see the Dan is getting close, his chest, barely covered by half opened uniform heaved unevenly. Mello touched again his own ass, wanting to know how the boy react, but this time he moved one of his hand inside the tight leather pants, and made small moan.

He looked at the boy sitting and stroking himself amusedly, whose face already flushed and sweaty, he let out needy moans and groans, as the hand got faster, then he reached the peak.

"That's right, cum for me, boy."

Mesmerized for the first time by the soft silky sound of the hot half naked blond in front of him, Dan shuddered and released his seeds.

"Good boy." Mello smirked, proud of himself.

Then he also heard some groans of pleasure from the other cells. Some of them are panting with satisfied looks on their faces. 'Haha, those people are so easy to control.'

Mello raised his eyebrows at them, looks like the other's were also having fun.

"Enjoyed the show? Next time all of you will have to pay."

Mello smiled satisfied and continued nibbling his chocolate bars on his bed.

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To be continued

End of the chapter. Uh sorry for the mistakes..
Reviews would be really appreciated. :)

~rcrdef