A/N: I do not own Death Note.
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Chapter 4 Pet
"I still want to kill you, you know." Mello politely reminded him.
Light didn't move from his comfortable spot against the other's chest as they lay together on the floor. He showed no indication that he heard Mello other than a slight shifting of the eyes. He flashed the other a charming smile, speaking through bared teeth: "I would advise against it."
Mello sighed, resigned, as he breathed in the other's scent. Light was a good fuck. It was a shame he'd have to kill him... Mello stopped himself. He shouldn't be saddened by his discovery. This was his moment of triumph! It had all fallen into his lap, so to speak. He had beat Near and Kira. He had found Kira first. (Or was it the other way around?) Mello frowned.
"Oh, why is that?" Mello prodded
"Because I'm not Kira. You'd be killing an innocent man."
Mello scoffed. "Try again."
"Seriously, if I was Kira why would I ever let a violent criminal into my home?"
Mello felt a vein popping in his forehead. "I'll show you violent…"
Mello caught the flash of fear as the other blurted out "I know your true name and face."
How…? No, Chief Yagami had spelled his true name aloud into his headset during their confrontation.
"If anything happens to me that information will be sent to Kira."
In a flurry Mello was on top of him, pinning Light's hands with one hand, the other squeezed around his throat.
What an ineffectual threat. He's just stalling now! I'll kill him before he has a chance to return the favor.
"How do you expect to write it with broken hands?" Mello snarled. "For that matter, how do you expect to write it when you're dead?"
"I can't recall it if you do that!" Light answered swiftly trying to speak as Mello began to choke him.
Can't recall it? Meaning he's already... He could be bluffing or... "You sent my name and photo to another Kira," Mello said with dangerous calm. There were at least two notebooks floating around. It wasn't impossible he had shared his power with another...
He released Light's throat so he could answer. As Light coughed and wheezed for breath, Mello could feel how the other was trembling beneath him. He found that amusing—that the one who had ended so many lives was so terrified of dying.
"As long as I'm alive I can cancel the order and the message won't be sent. You understand why I took precautions."
Mello mused it must be some sort of automated dead man's switch on his computer. Matt might be able to find it. But that would mean actually talking to Matt and when it came down to a choice between certain death and hearing another round of 'I told you sos' Mello would rather die...
Mello growled "So that's where we stand, huh? You or one of your flunkies can kill me with a scrap of paper if I don't kill you first with my bare hands. You know, maybe I'm okay with that outcome as long as I take you down with me."
"No you wouldn't. It's like I told you I'd sent the information to Kira. Nothing would change."
Mello frowned. He knew there were at least two Kiras out there and if what he was saying was true; even if he killed Light now the deaths would continue and it would by no means end it. "Besides if we killed each other who would be left standing? Who would be number one?" Light wheedled.
It hit him like a ton of bricks. "Fucking. Near!" Mello finally released him and Light rubbed his bruised wrists.
Light glared up at where Mello was kicking over his coffee table in a fit of rage the glass shattered all over the floor. Damn, he'd have to clean that up later. But it was a small price to pay if... Light pressed harder.
"You heard him. You're just a tool to him. And even supposing you are right about your theory there is nothing new you could tell Near that he doesn't already know!"
"I could tell him how you're a total cumslut and you'd enjoy yourself way too much in prison." Mello shot back nastily.
Light ignored the taunt for the sake of going for the win... "Near would have EVERYTHING and you would be dead. Is that really what you want?"
Mello watched, mesmerized by the sway of Light's hips as he put on his bathrobe and walked across the room with a quiet dignity and grace and Mello wondered how the fuck could he even move after he came inside him for a second time in so many hours?
"Where the fuck are you going?" Mello snarled.
"To take a shower... and then to eat the pancakes."
"The chocolate pancakes?"
"Of course. You're welcome to stay if you like."
"As if I have a choice," Mello scoffed.
"No one's making you stay. If you want to leave, there's the door."
Mello followed.
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The blonde leaned against the bathroom doorframe, leering as Light stepped into the shower.
"If you're going to stay I suggest we get moving; we're running late as it is. We don't want to be late for work," Light said in a long-suffering tone.
"I fail to see how that's my problem." Mello shouted to be heard over the roar of the shower.
"Work is here. My coworkers are the cops that are hunting you," Light reminded him.
"I'll tell them you're fucking Kira!"
"And I'll tell them you kidnapped me. They'll believe my word over yours... that is if they don't shoot you dead on the spot."
Suddenly Mello was in there with him, and ramming him up against the bathroom tiles. Light retaliated by punching him in the face.
"The hell's your problem?" Light shouted.
Mello spat blood into the shower drain as he picked himself up off the floor.
"Well, gee, I don't know, Kira. Maybe it's that you keep threatening to kill me!"
"I'm not Kira! Seriously, if I wanted you dead, you'd be dead!"
"Then why don't you want me dead?"
"Maybe you're just that good, Mello."
Of course the flattery went right to Mello's head but he still couldn't stop from thinking...Or maybe there was something else.
In any case until he found out why Kira was keeping him alive... he couldn't just walk away from this... Not that he wanted to walk away from this. Mello had to stop himself from drooling as the brunette resumed washing himself. He admired all those lovely red marks he left behind on Light's perfect body which weren't going away anytime soon. Mello had a sudden urge to give him more...
Showering seemed to be an activity Light very much enjoyed. Who knew that a bar of soap could suddenly seem so sinful and sensual as it glided across the other man's skin, Light wore a pleased look that was reminiscent of the other faces Mello knew he could make him pull...
The blonde smirked as he was struck by the brilliant idea. "Since I'm already here how about we shower together to save time?"
Light doubted very much that that would actually save time but he needed to stay on the blonde's good side so... "Do as you wish."
Mello gawked. Was that an invitation?
Mello's face heated up when Light stuck the soap where the sun don't shine. "Hey! Who said you could wash that out?" Mello snapped on impulse. Matt would get terribly upset if Mello were to try and clean himself out afterwards.
Light simply glared at the blonde from the corner of his eye. He could feel what their earlier sessions had left behind like it was crawling inside him and it was beginning to itch. He was going to wash it out. Light did not dignify that with a response and continued to ignore the blonde. This very much irked Mello.
Light was used to having people stare at him while he was showering... Ryuk, L, Misa, the other boys in the locker room... So Mello's fucking him with his eyes did not bother him. However Light was also used to people respecting boundaries and playing by the rules—look but no touch, not unless invited (and invitations were rare to never—Light preferred to be admired from a distance, like a pristine God on a pedestal.) Light should have been aware by now that Mello did not play by the rules.
Mello waited and watched until Light let his guard down… and then struck, in a swift movement capturing his wrist interrupting Light's private session with Mr. Soap. Mello's other arm wrapping possessively around Light's hips as he pulled him to him, so Light's back was flush against his chest.
"Oh look, you dropped the soap."
Light just shook his head. "How juvenile."
Mello ignored him and pumped a lump of shower gel into his hand and then moved his hand down to pump something else earning a gasp from the other man.
"And, that was pointless because I'm just going to get you dirty again," Mello chuckled as Light let out an undignified squeak when Mello spread his ass cheeks again.
"Oh come on, aren't you tired yet?"
Light could feel it pressing against him, the younger man had indeed recovered already.
Mello smirked again as he echoed Light's own words. "I'm just that good."
Light resignedly braced himself against the wall. The damn kid was insatiable. Light reflected that when he was that age he was never this horny... even when chained to another man.
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The two young men left the bathroom wearing matching fluffy white bathrobes and matching looks of dazed, debauched dishevelment as they went to the kitchen. Light wordlessly reheated the pancakes as Mello made himself at home at the kitchen table, his eyes never leaving the man he had so… captured. He was utterly amazing, words failed, the sense of power he felt when he dominated the older man who Mello had discovered was a real wildcat in the sack.
Dammit, why did Light have to be Kira?
Or maybe it was because he was Kira. The most powerful man on earth, worshipped as a God by the vast majority of humanity—a false god... that was his bitch. Mello took small satisfaction at how the brunette winced slightly when he sat down. The two mortal adversaries eyed each other wearily across the table; belying the tension in their stares their relaxed posture clearly showed that they were quite comfortable around each other. Mello was quick to find an excuse to touch him again, their fingers brushed together as they both reached for the syrup at the same time. He was suddenly struck with inspiration of what he could do to Light later with syrup... or better yet chocolate sauce—assuming of course he didn't have to kill him now. Things were sure to come to a head over breakfast. Mello waited for Kira to start to eat first to make sure the food wasn't poisoned.
"Alright Kira," Mello said around a mouthful of chocolate pancakes "I'll bite. Why did you let a 'violent criminal into your home?' For that matter how did you find me? And most importantly why are you keeping me alive?"
Light hesitated in answering. Mello overturned the table. Light saw stars when the he was thrown on the ground and made the genius deduction that Mello had severe anger management issues.
"Answer my question!" the blonde roared.
"That was three questions," Light replied with stoical calm. "And I'm trying to think of a way to say this that won't have you pounding me into the wall again."
Mello's eyes softened as he stood over the brunette. "You like it when I pound you into walls... or floors... or beds..."
Light flushed and decided to answer him before they went on a tangent where Mello took it out of his ass again.
"You want to know how I found you? It's no mark against you that I did. Your evasive skills are excellent. I'm disappointed to say it was an accident. I was searching for you for weeks and then here you just crash into my life... I'm glad that I found you."
"You're saying I found you first, I beat Near... by accident?" Mello laughed bitterly.
"I believe it was a very fortuitous accident, for both our sakes. I can only think that it must have been fate that we met this way," Light declared as he fluttered his eyelashes.
Who the fuck do you think you're kidding?
Mello startled when Light pulled him down so they were sitting together on the floor, the murderer relaxed and lay back with his head in Mello's lap. What the hell was he thinking? Mello could easily snap his neck!
"What do you mean it was an accident?" Mello demanded.
Light looked uncomfortable but refused to back down seeing as his actions were making Mello even more uncomfortable. "I thought you were someone else."
Light watched Mello's expressions and was pleased to see that in addition to the expected rage there was also... jealousy.
When Light didn't elaborate Mello tried to remember their drunken conversation of their meeting. From what he did remember—the way Light deferred to him that person must have had power over Light, Kira, to let him do whatever he wanted...
Mello stared at the brunette in his lap. It was a damn shame Mello was still recovering from their latest activities or he would make him suck his cock while he was down there. He was sure Light would. Kira was surprisingly obedient. In fact it was beginning to cause Mello to have doubts. Maybe Light wasn't really the mastermind after all. Maybe there was a scarier monster out there that was calling the shots... it was a possibility, however unlikely. Another was that Kira was just batshit crazy...
"But I'm glad it was you," Light said softly. "All things considered I'd rather it was you..."
Without conscious thought Mello began stroking the other man's silky brown hair. Yeah, that's how it was going to be around here. Mello was master and Kira was... a pet. Just a very dangerous pet that nobody understood...
For some reason Roger never let him keep Cocoa. Upon discovering Mello's pet scorpion the old caretaker had flushed him down the toilet. That of course was an idiot move as being flushed failed to kill Cocoa. He must have been understandably upset about the whole ordeal because he came back to sting some kid in the ass. Too bad it wasn't Near. That had been quite exciting and it was totally Roger's fault, not his. Roger shouldn't have gone flushing other people's scorpions in the first place. At the time he was sure it was Near that ratted him out but maybe it was Matt...
Meanwhile his sociopathic manipulator continued to manipulate. "I... I like you," Light insisted.
Lies, lies, lies. He had to be lying. But was there any truth mixed in or was it all lies? Mello knew he was being manipulated but he couldn't help but be drawn in...
Light's eyes rolled back in his head to look Mello in the eye from his reclining position, it somehow came across as both cute and slightly ghoulish at the same time.
"Also from a work perspective I'm glad I found you because that's a great load off if you know what I mean." Mello didn't because there were so many ways you could take that. Did he mean as L? As Kira? As the Deputy Director's son? Was he just relieved the chase had ended? Or because now he could have Mello arrested or killed? Maybe Kira had a death wish? In any case it appeared he was a firm believer in "keep your enemies closer." As Mello wondered Kira kept talking. "In answer to your last question, why I don't want to see you dead, it's because I am grateful to you..." Light deployed the sad puppy dog eye look as he entreated "and I need your help."