Chapter seven
Mello fell asleep on the way home. He was safe at last, in the back of Matsuda's car. Matsuda kept talking, not realizing he'd drifted off. "It sure is a good thing they got you out of there! I don't know what I would've done if I was in that situation!"
L's cool voice came over the radio, "Matsuda… shut up. You KNOW you would've enjoyed that." Matsuda blushed and looked over at the sleeping blond. "Oh…" he sighed, relieved that Mello was asleep.
The look on his face was rare… he looked peaceful. He knew he was going home to Matt. "Mello… Chocolate bear wake up." A voice called to him from the other side of his dream. He woke up and smiled. Matt's gentle eyes were smiling back at him, still full of life and just as happy to see him.
As if by instinct, Mello wrapped his arms around Matt's neck and kissed him sweetly. Near smiled fondly at the two and watched as Matt carried Mello to their room.
Light growled under his breath as the Shinigami laughed. "Lookie here… nice cozy little prison cell, now isn't it, God…"
"Shut up you incompetent fool! You loud mouthed piece of---
"I do so hope those words weren't directed toward me… Who on earth are you talking to, Yagami?" L asked calmly, striding over, back arched, to Light's cell.
"L… you caught me. What do you plan to do now that you have me?"
"I Plan to make you scream…"
"P-pardon?" Light's eyes widen.
"Yes… the same way you made my darling little Mello scream… or… the other way around." L said, taking on a mischievous grin. "While we were chained together I couldn't help but notice your eyes glancing toward the mirror while I undressed. I know you want me… so I shall punish you how I see fit before handing you thus to the courts.
"Pistol bug… I don't see the point in waiting anymore. He's already taken everything… AH!" Mello gasped and bit into the chocolate as Matt removed a piercing from his nipple. He whimpered when he thought how he would feel, hunched over, when Matt took out the fun ones.
"You mean it, Babe?" Matt asked, removing the other and placing it in the pile with the other chest spikes and the lip ring.
"Y-yes…" the surge of excitement shocked him whenever Matt would touch a sore or tender part of his body. It never occurred to him… The reason he'd partially enjoyed what Light did to him wasn't because it was Light doing it. It was the pain caused by the actions. "Matt…"
"Yes, Babe?"
"I want you to hurt me."