Hihi!! So I was a bit bored... and sorta pissed off/amused at this freshman who inspired me to write this piece of rotten shit.
And this is my first Death Note fanfic so YAY!!
I don't own DN. It's painfully obvious. (this is where you go fuck yourself with a chainsaw)... sorry, I'm in one of my moods where amusement means being weird/bitchy...
I watch as the sun shines through your red hair.
It doesn't tempt me...
Your eyes glow magnificently.
No, I'm still not caring...
Your beautiful face couldn't be any more sexier.
Heh. I've yet to give a fuck...
But I want you. I don't know why. But I do. I want you very badly. I wish so desperately to have you. Not as a childish "boyfriend" or even a "lover". I think the best term to describe you would be...
"Fucktoy."
Just once. Just once! I want to have a night where I could do whatever I please to you. I'd make you scream. Make you want it.
As I said, it would only be once. I'd fuck you until you bled. And if I ever had the desire to do it again, I would. Simple as that.
Fuck you, then leave.
Fuck you, then leave.
Though, I'm sure you wouldn't appeal to me much after you ass is torn to oblivion...
On second thought, maybe it would. Just to hear you scream my name for more would be worth it. Scream like the bitch that you are for me to give it to you harder.
And I would.
Not for you, though.
For me.
I deserve it. I deserve you. To suck and taste, lick and fuck. You're my fucktoy, boy. I'd ride your ass into the sunset. Then I'd keep on riding it in the darkness.
We can't forget the chocolate. Oh, the sweet taste of milk chocolate against your skin would be so strikingly orgasmic, it's insane.
And you'd like it. I know you would.
'Cause you're a sick little fucker. Just like me. I know you could easily imagine having dirty, sweaty sex with me. Drool would hang from your mouth at just the thought, I can tell.
If only I could pull you into a dark area where there is no one to stop me...
"Mello?"
I looked up at Matt with my mouth slightly agape. Drool hung from my chin. How embarrassing..
Not that I give a fuck. I'm too horny now to care what happens.
"Hey, Matt", I said, standing up and taking a bite of chocolate. "Come with me."
Mello is such a narcissist. Much like some people I know... You don't have to review. I mean, if some crazy lesbian/prostitute/clown infected with AIDS comes into your room in the middle of the night and slits your throat with a toothbrush, I promise you it has nothing to do with whether you reviewed this or not...