I don't really know where this idea came from, except from the want to make a MikamixGevanni fic. It sorta just popped into my head, and I think it works. It's kinda short but whatevs, I'll make a longer one later; cause I really do like this pair.

!WARNING! Adultish content; they're into BDSM. I didn't make it detailed so it's not bad. But still, the warning is there.

The slashes are for POV/Time breaks.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Death Note

Genre: Romance/Something(not sure what to categorize it as)

Characters: MikamixGevanni

Neither of them could remember when they started this forbidden relationship; but they both knew that, despite the consequences if they were discovered, they couldn't stop.

If it wasn't for Gevanni's thoroughness, they would never have been in this situation. If he hadn't searched Mikami's house and found that secret drawer in the bedroom closet, he would never have made any contact with the Kira suspect. But he did; and it started a beautifully sinful relationship.

Both men held something inside of them that couldn't be let out during normal life; a secret craving that only the other could satisfy.

Gevanni felt the need to dominate. He hated the fact that he was working for an eighteen year old, and that he was forced to do dog work for him. In a world where he was always following orders, and never able to give them; Gevanni wanted to have complete control over something.

Mikami felt the need to be disciplined. He knew that, though he was loyal to his God and killed those needing to be deleted; the lawyer side of his brain scolded him for what he'd become. Every day, when Mikami prosecuted criminals for their crimes, he was yearning for someone to punish him for his own villainy; to beat him into proper submission.

Both desiring what the other could give; they couldn't have asked for anything more perfect.

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Gevanni eyed his prey. He loved the pleasured fear in it's hooded eyes as it lay tied to the bed, gagged and on display. A shiver of anticipation slid down his spine as his gaze slid over the marks left from past encounters. He needed this, and he couldn't hold himself back another moment.

He brandished his whip and went about punishing the one before him.

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Mikami watched the man intensely. His eyes never leaving the others as the weapon came down again and again. It was painful, he couldn't deny that, but it was more than pain; it was pleasure. He took pleasure in the way Gevanni punished him for his crimes, and he relished in his repentance.

The delicious sting stopped all too soon, but he knew it wasn't over. No, the look in Gevanni's eyes told him that it was just the beginning.

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The following morning Mikami woke to an empty room; as always, no sign of Gevanni to be seen. A constant reminder of their purely professional relationship; no strings attached.

And Mikami didn't want it any other way.

Nights like that had the sole purpose of letting out their hidden desires, nothing more, and nothing less.

What did you think? Kinda an interesting outlook on what their relationship could be.

Don't worry, next fic with them won't be BDSM, I promise.

Please R&R :D