A/N: I do not own.

Sorry for the delay. I'm working on too much stuff.

Warnings: More cussing, OOC Moments, headfuckery, and Mello/Light hatesex.

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Chapter 3 So Screwed

Light casually spun his chair around to face Mello. "Now where were we—?"

Mello smiled nastily. Light Yagami seemed surprised to see the blonde looming behind him, his gun trained on him.

"Was it something I said?" Light asked innocently.

"Shut up, Kira!"

Well, whatever else Light might be he had a hell of a poker face. "I'm not...! Wherever did you get that idea?"

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Mello sneered. "You're acting as L! You know who I am! You spared my life! You're lying to your own men, to Near! You fucking let me fuck you after I get your father killed...! You... you accepted help from Kira!"

Light calmly folded his arms across his chest and held his stare. "I'm sorry; I just don't see the logic there. If you look at that rationally that doesn't prove anything. I am merely acting as L because I was the best one available for the position when... it became open. No one knew about Wammy's House at the time, otherwise I'm SURE you would have been considered, Mello."

Mello gritted his teeth, his finger twitching on the trigger as he was SURE he detected a note of sarcasm in Light's tone. Did Light not see that Mello was the one with the gun? HE was the one calling the shots!

"Besides, L himself chose me for this position," Light continued casually.

L chose FUCKING KIRA to be his successor? "You... LIAR!"

"I'm not lying. You're the one with the gun. What could I possibly have to gain by pissing you off, Mello?" Light said reasonably.

Shit, he did have a point. What gain would there be to say something so outrageous unless it was the truth? And (to his dismay) Mello could see there was a certain logic to it: Light was stoic where he was emotional. He was sociable where Near was cold. It was not outside the realm of possibility that L took a third option and chose Light (Kira!) as his successor. Especially if he was led to believe that Light was innocent... That meant L pretty much screwed over both him AND Near. And he worked so hard! For what?

"But then again... L might not have meant it when he said it. He loved screwing people like that..." Mello briefly wondered if Kira could read minds. It was almost as if he seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. "...playing these little games," Light seemed to wax nostalgic.

Mello was not amused, "Don't... don't talk like you knew him!"

"But I did know him. And you would know that too... if you knew L at all." Mello's gun hand shook with rage. Light threw up his hands in a placating gesture. "I meant it with the highest respect. L was a genius of the highest caliber. He could run rings around all of them. Hmmm... and you too if you thought he was such a boy scout. It sounds like I knew him better than you did."

Mello's eyes narrowed. "I see what you're doing. It won't work on me, Kira!"

Light sighed and began again slowly, as if lecturing to a dumb child. "Look at this logically. If I was Kira why would I shelter you? Wouldn't Kira want you dead? And as for the rest... well let's just say it's a very long story which is best discussed after you put the gun down."

"Like hell! " Mello was becoming enraged at Light's blasé attitude as Mello continued to wave a gun in his face—like Light didn't even consider him a threat or worth his time. Just like fucking Near!

"Well then how about this for logic, Light! " The blonde ground out, "You accepted help from Kira... But why would Kira let you keep the notebook?"

Shit! Light realized Mello had a point. He hadn't even considered that. From an outsider's perspective it would seem strange that Kira wasn't demanding that the Taskforce return the notebook. Light was a little too close to the issue. He had seen no reason to demand the notebook since he already had it. And if Mello figured that out...

Mello noticed the slight look of shock that played across Light's face before it was masked under that calm façade. Mello grinned and continued, nastily. "...You heard him. Near knows! He knows you're Kira and I know you're Kira! It's all over for you!"

Light just gave an affable smile. "Are you really going to take NEAR's word for it?"

"SHUT UP!" It was infuriating how Light continued with, not just a calm, but a regal bearing when quite literally under the gun… and wearing nothing but a bathrobe. No signs of stress other than the occasional droplet of sweat that dripped down his naked chest. (That was actually quite distracting.) Mello himself was only wearing the blanket he grabbed when he followed Light out of the bedroom. Mello felt his face heating up when he noticed how Light kept eying what the blanket didn't cover well. Light was Kira. He SLEPT with Kira. And here he was lusting after...

"You. Are. Kira!" Mello hissed in rage and mortification. "It ends here!"

Light looked surprised when Mello actually pulled the trigger but not as surprised as Mello when the gun clicked empty. Of course, Light had found it earlier while Mello was unconscious, unloaded it, and then replaced it exactly as he had found it. It was why he was able to keep his calm at all throughout the "ordeal." (After all, Light wasn't overly-fond of guns. Having your own father pretend to shoot you in the head tends to be a wee bit mentally scarring.)

However, Mello was still determined to wipe that smug grin off his face. Mello lunged at him, the handle of the gun cut through the air right in front of his nose as Light rolled the chair back at the last moment. He moved a bit too fast though, and the chair tipped back, and Mello was a bit too eager to follow him. They landed roughly in a heap on the floor, the empty gun clattered uselessly away. Mello's fist slammed into his face and Light quickly returned the favor. They traded blows.

"An eye for an eye, motherfucker!"

Light chuckled. "Oh, this brings back memories!"

Mello startled as Light grabbed him by the back of the head and kissed him, roughly. There was no transition. It was just another attack. Light drew away, laughing, as Mello attempted to bite his tongue. Mello pushed him down, pinning him hard against the floor.

"God, I fucking hate you!"

Light quirked an eyebrow and glanced down. That's when Mello realized. They were both naked, he was lying on top of Kira, and they were both very much aroused by this.

"No, you don't you son of a—"

Mello groaned as Kira ground their naked flesh together.

"Sh-Shit!"

"Poor Mells."

"Don't call me that!" Mello snarled.

"You're so frustrated. I see you've got another gun that seems to be very happy to see me."

"FUCK YOU!"

Kira leaned back in a surprisingly submissive gesture like a wolf bearing its throat. He gazed up at him coyly, that smug smirk still gracing his face. Mello contemplated how he could rip out, choke, (mark and claim) that beautifully exposed neck. The invitation was clear. Mello was momentarily flustered by this display.

Fuck it! Why does he have to be so damn sexy?

"Go right ahead. I'm not stopping you. Maybe you'll be more willing to talk about this rationally once you get it all out of your system."

"Like hell!" Mello snarled and bit his neck, though softer than he had intended. The other counted by pawing at his chest, skillfully flicking at his nipples in a way that sent shivers up his spine. Mello growled and captured Light's hands and pinned them above his head.

"No way. I'm calling the shots around here!"

Light snickered.

"What's so fucking funny!" Mello roared and came to the conclusion that to be mocking him, Light must, at the very least, be fucked in the head.

"Well are you going to shoot me or is that blank too?"

Mello gave no further warning as he roughly spread Light's legs and entered him for the second time in so many hours."F-fuck!" Mello shuddered as Light's tight heat clenched around him. It felt so good and without the usual pain he was used to experiencing from being on the bottom.

Light looked pained but gave no other indication of discomfort as he relaxed and then seemed to melt beneath him into a pile of writhing, pleasured moans.

"Like that, Kira bitch?" Mello snarled.

"Oh yeah! Oh fuck, yeah!" Light moaned aloud and arched up into him. Mello growled, and bit into his chest as he fucked him harder. He had to be hurting him. Yet no matter how rough he was Kira sounded like he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Mello growled and he grabbed the older man by the hair. Light mewled wantonly. He seemed to adore getting beat up by him. He was either a major masochist or he was just one hell of an actor...

"Fucking cumslut!"

"Don't stop!" Light growled out as Mello slowed the pace trying to get a handle on the situation. "I'll fucking kill you if you stop!"

"That a confession?" Mello grunted in bitter amusement. "I've... caught you Kira!" Mello panted as he fucked him "I am L's successor! Not Near! Not you! I am L!"

"Ohhh! Hah! Say it again!"

Mello was puzzled as Light was quivering with excitement, painfully aroused. "I caught you Kira!" Mello snarled again.

"No, no, no the other part!"

With dawning comprehension Mello repeated. "I am L."

"Lllll!" Light threw back his head and moaned, loudly.

Oh God! What the fuck kind of relationship did L have with...? No, he was ending that line of thinking right there. It was too much like imagining his father having sex. But then maybe that's why he made him his successor, Mello thought nastily. This is a whole new level of fucked up... Still Mello never thought he'd discover a scenario where he didn't want L's title...

"I've... changed my mind," Mello panted "You... can... call me Mells."

"Oh Melllllls! PLEASE, Mells!" Light groaned.

"Please, what?"

Light glared hatefully. He knew damn well what. Mello was painfully constricting him with his other hand, preventing him from coming.

"Please let me come!" Light groaned.

Mello snickered. "Not too proud to beg after all, eh Kira?"

"I'm not Kira. Please?"

"Say it again, bitch! You want me to let you come?"

"Please, Mells!"

"Then say how much you love my big cock inside you."

"F-Fuck!" Light shouted. It came out as a needy whine.

"Say it!"

"I love your cock," Light said through gritted teeth.

"My big cock!" Mello insisted, smugly.

"Right... I've... had bigger."

Of course Mello had to let go in order to punch him. Light came hard all over him. Mello was sure he somehow did it on purpose. Mello thrusted just a few more times before he was flooding Light's insides with his seed. They just lay there on the ground, panting, and staring at each other for a moment. The pair of them must make for quite a sight—bruised, bloodied, beaten, and covered in cum.

"Well Kira," Mello broke the ice. "You're a good fuck. I'll give you that much."

"I'm not Kira. But, thank you," Light said softly and gave Mello a chaste, loving peck on the cheek—Mello startled, wearing a deer-in-the-headlights look, but then scoffed at the very notion. As if there was anything like love between them. But then someone as fucked up as Kira might not know the difference... Mello was thrown into further confusion as Kira snuggled up to him, laying his head down so that his silky brown hair was tickling Mello's heaving chest.

"I still want to kill you, you know," Mello politely reminded him.