Author's Note: Just don't ask. We had free time in Chemistry, and I started writing a fanfic for my gay friend to read. But I actually started to like this fanfic, so I decided to come home and upload it before letting him have it. Heh. It's basically just the usual mild smut, with a few religious themes. Nothing big. Oh, and I'm so sorry for not updating anything new with Game Over or Ad Interim this weekend. Honestly? I started a new fanfic that is currently twelve pages long. And growing. And I'm planning to wait until it is finished to post it, so I've been working on it a lot lately. And I've been ignoring my other fics. Sorry! x( But I wrote this...so don't be mad, 'kay? Onward!
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. Know why? Wammy's isn't mentioned enough. I wanna know what it was like!
Warning: Er. Heh. Sexual scene.
"Mello…" His hot breath hissed against my ear.
"Just shut up," I shivered. My hands twisted in the blankets.
"Christ, Mello…" He slid his hand across my chest. My skin prickled under his cold touch. I felt a bead of sweat roll between my shoulder blades.
"You are God, Mello…" He brushed a strand of hair away from my eyes. "A perfect God."
"I'm not a god," I mumbled half-heartedly. "Don't call me that."
"You are."
I looked into his eyes, hypnotized. My limbs refused to move; my mouth sealed in protest. His arm snaked around my waist, firmly pressing me into his side.
"Shut up…" I winced as he dragged his nails down my back.
"Just relax, Mello…" His breath on my neck made my head spin.
"Shut…" A familiar sensation poisoned my thoughts, making my jaw clench.
"Relax," he purred, "Let me do all the work."
Against my will, my body relaxed and subconsciously pressed closer to him as he traced butterfly kisses along my jaw line.
"Relax," he repeated, slowly kissing his way down my body. My neck, my chest, my stomach…he claimed all of me.
"Stop…" I moaned, not really meaning it. My back arched as I felt his tongue at the waistband of my pants. "Don't…"
"Just let me take care of it," He smirked, exposing my lower half. His eyes, wild with hunger, scoured my entire body as I whimpered at the sudden chill. Without warning, his lips wrapped around a place where lips had never ventured before. I gasped, half-trying to wiggle away, even though my senses were screaming…
And then I felt his tongue.
Hot and slick, his tongue wriggled around me like a fish. He swirled his tongue and I saw heaven. He hummed and I saw God.
"God…" I gasped, grabbing at his hair. He paused, releasing me for a brief instant.
"Yes," he said with shining eyes, "You are."
