This chapter, while not fully deserving of an 'M' rating, is pretty close, and definitely dances on the line a little. Immature readers who cannot handle S&M references and unresolved sexual tension should not read.
Mikami had seen Kira before the rendezvous on the twenty-eight, once.
It had been a freak coincidence, really. He had been walking home through the village center, when he heard a loud squeal of excitement.
"Ooh, Raito-kun, look at that dress! It's so pretty!"
Raito? That was an... odd name, to say the least, but nothing too out of the ordinary.
But then...
"Misa-chan, you have approximately fifty other skimpy dresses nearly identical to that one in the showcase. I agreed to get you a new dress, but not one like that."
The voice was lazy, cold, and offhandedly arrogant, and Mikami had heard it once before, on a cell phone, giving him directions.
He recognized it instantly.
Mikami turned slowly, disbelieving, his eyes scanning the crowd, until they settled on a couple near the middle of the square. The blonde girl was tugging the hand of her boyfriend, urging him into the nearest boutique, while he remained steadfast, looking rather amused by her half-hearted attempts at convincing him.
Mikami's eye's flicked upwards above the couple.
Misa Amane.
A jumble of numbers that he could not decipher.
Raito Yagami.
There was no lifespan to be seen.
Mikami had had to restrain himself from hyperventilating.
He had found god.
Mikami couldn't help but stare. Kira stood tall, with a narrow build, his posture and stature radiating confidence and that offhand arrogance that Mikami loved. His head was dusted with light brown hair that was too perfect to be dyed, but his eyes and face revealed that his heritage could only be Japanese. A genetic anomaly, perhaps?
Regardless, it was god, and Mikami couldn't stop himself from staring.
Suddenly, as if sensing Mikami's eyes upon him, Kira turned, his piercing gaze locking with Mikami's, and Mikami froze from across the square.
Kira didn't react, though he held his gaze for a long moment before turning to his companion.
"Misa," he said. "How about this store?" He gestured to the large boutique at the end of the square, and Mikami could see the girl nearly faint in excitement. "Go in and find something appropriate. This is a formal event, mind you. I'll follow you in a minute."
"Okay!" The girl ran off, too excited with being allowed into the most exclusive store and being told she could get practically anything with any price tag to wonder why her boyfriend was hanging behind.
Kira watched her go until she entered the store, and then turned to look sharply at Mikami, who hadn't moved, before walking into a nearby alley between two of the more shabbier stores.
Mikami followed. No command had been issued, but the order was clear.
The alley was dark and dingy, a layer of filth seeming to coat everything around the two. The sunlight didn't make it down between the buildings at this angle, and Mikami felt an ominous cloud settle around him.
Halfway through the alley, Kira paused, and Mikami stopped in front of him, his heart pounding, wondering what his god would do.
At first it was nothing. Kira looked Mikami up and down, circling him like a vulture, inspecting him, examining him, and Mikami tried to appear worthy of whatever judgment Kira was passing on him now.
Then, suddenly, Kira's hand was around his neck, and Mikami's head had banged up sharply against the alley wall, and Kira's face near his, breathing as he choked him.
"I could kill you right here, you know," he said, his voice quiet and cold. "I could kill you right here, no Death Note, no magic, just right here. It happens all the time you know, fights in alleyways gone wrong. Nobody would ever think twice."
Mikami gasped for air. Kira loosened his grasp slightly.
"A disciple knows his god, Mikami," Kira said conversationally, "so you must know that I would have no hesitation to do exactly that right here, right now, and I would never think twice. You may be useful, but if you have become a hassle, I will not hesitate to dispose of you."
"So tell me, Mikami," Kira said sharply, tightening his grasp once more, "why I should not kill you right now."
Mikami struggled for air.
"I- I didn't know-" Mikami choked. Kira loosened his hold.
"What?"
"I didn't know you would be here," Mikami said rapidly. "Really, I didn't. I was on my way home from work. It's just I heard your voice, talking to that girl, and I recognized it, and- and I had to see..."
"You just had to see what my name was," Kira said, his eyes narrowing as his grasp tightened.
"No! NO! I just wanted to see you! That was it! I swear! I don't care who you are!"
Slowly, Kira let go of his neck, his piercing black gaze boring into Mikami's eyes, before he a slow smirk spread across his face.
"You really don't care, do you?" he asked. "I could tell you to kill yourself right now, and you'd do it, wouldn't you?"
"Of course." Mikami was confused. "But what good would that accomplish."
"Nothing. It was just an example." Kira paused, before leaning in again, his arms on either side of Mikami, pinning him to the wall.
"You have done well, Mikami," he said quietly, his eyes glinting. "You have pleased your god."
Mikami swallowed hard.
"Who am I?"
"You- you are Kira, god," Mikami answered unsteadily. "You are the savior of the world."
"Correct." Kira leaned in, his breath ghosting through Mikami's hair, warm on his ear. "And who are you?"
"I am your servant," Mikami said, more sure this time. "I will do whatever you tell me to, without hesitation. I live only to serve you."
"Very good." Kira pulled back, his eyes searching for something in Mikami's gaze, and Mikami quivered slightly.
"Do you know what I think, Mikami?" Kira whispered, turning his head to bite Mikami's neck ever so gently, making Mikami's knees weaken. "I don't think you'd just do anything I'd tell you to do." He sucked the skin sharply, painfully, leaving a discolored mark. "I think you want me to."
A moan tore itself from Mikami's throat of its own accord, and Kira pulled back slightly, smirking.
"You do, don't you?" he whispered, and Mikami could only stare at him, his breath coming in ragged gasps as Kira popped open a button on Mikami's shirt, sliding his hands underneath it, despite their surroundings. "You want me to take advantage of you like this, without your consent, without your input, don't you? You enjoy it, don't you?"
He twisted his nipples, before rubbing them with the palms of his hands, and Mikami groaned through strained teeth.
"Your body certainly does," Kira said, looking Mikami in the eyes as his hands journeyed lower. "Why, just look at this."
He cupped Mikami through his pants, and Mikami gasped hard, aroused, as his hips automatically surged forward, pressing into his god's hand.
Kira glanced down and smirked, before unzipping Mikami's fly and slipping his hand inside, before gripping him tightly.
It was like liquid fire, hot and thick, surging through his veins, and Mikami felt as if it would burn him alive. His legs nearly gave out, but Kira pushed him up against the dank alley wall, supporting him, as he squeezed and moved his hand.
Mikami whimpered. Surely he had died and gone to heaven. Why else would his god be here, touching him like this, using his hands on him, making him sweat an driving him higher and higher, building a coil of thick desire in his center, just waiting to spring free?
And then Kira was kissing him, pinning his mouth to his, raking his hand through his hair, and it was forceful, possessive, and vicious, and there was nothing kind or caring about it, and Mikami loved it. It was domineering and dominating, with Kira's lips possessing and abusing his own, his tongue dueling with his, all while he caressed Mikami, having pulled him free of his pants, stroking him whilst he kissed him, and Mikami could barely think.
And then Kira dropped him, just as suddenly as it had all started, and Mikami fell to the ground, his hair disheveled, his lips swollen, his eyes dilated, his shirt half-undone, hanging out of his paints, hard and throbbing painfully.
Kira smirked.
"You may want to take care of that," Kira said, gesturing to Mikami's erection. "I hear they tend to get rather painful if left unattended to."
His eyes raked over Mikami once more, before he left the alley, not turning back and giving Mikami a second glance.
Later that night, when he was in bed, after climaxing to the thoughts of Kira using him and killing him in the moment of climax for them both, Mikami realized something.
Kira had been right.
He didn't just obey Kira.
He wanted to obey.
And the thought both aroused him and frightened him all at once.
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