A/N: I own NOTHING!
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Ch 5 Puppet God
"What?" Mello gaped at Kira—the audacity to believe he would actually help him.
"Please? It's just a small favor. I'll make it worth your while..."
Mello was admittedly curious. "Let's see you grovel a little first... on your hands and knees," Mello joked. "And then tell me why exactly you are asking me."
The insolence! Had Mello forgotten he could kill him at anytime? Light gritted his teeth. He needed to stay on the blonde's good side for this plan to work it was too late to change course. So to Mello's genuine surprise Kira did as he asked and properly groveled before him.
"Please, I need you."
Mello shuddered—that was just so damn sexy.
"I need someone with your skills, your genius, you're acting talents..." Your blondeness, your waist-size... "And you need a place to stay, right? With this plan I can hide you right here, in plain sight!"
Mello thought upon the full ramifications of that statement. That meant that he'd have full access to the investigation. He could monitor Light—Kira's—and Near's every move… just what the hell was Light thinking?
Mello crossed his arms and decided to test the waters, just how far would Light take this? "What's in it for me?"
Light began to get up off the floor but Mello forcefully pushed him back down. Light glared up at him defiantly. "Well for starters I will overlook your past and I won't try to have you killed if you don't try to kill me. Furthermore, I will be grateful to you."
Mello rolled his eyes. As if he cared...
"Also, if you don't mind me saying if you want I've already made arrangements with the best plastic surgeons," Light began delicately.
Mello's face was a sensitive topic. He had been quite proud of his physical appearance, flaunting it. That was something he was sure he'd always be number one at—he would always be sexier than Near.
But then came the raid on his hideout and the resulting explosion that disfigured him. He couldn't go to the hospital. He was a wanted man. The hospital would be the first place "L" and Near would have looked. Mello nearly overdosed on painkillers, healing had been a slow and painful even with Matt there to hold his hand. At the time he had found it comforting. Now he just found it humiliating. By the time it scarred over he was resigned to the fact that he couldn't fix it. It would cost too much money and would be far too traceable. Mello was sure it was a lost cause...
"That scar is very recognizable. It would be easier for both of us if you looked normal..." That Mello perked up and was looking hopeful wasn't lost on Light. "That's right; I'll get you your face back."
"Damn right you should!" Mello slammed his fist on the kitchen table. "And whose fault is this? It was your raid that did this!"
Light didn't blink in the face of Mello's rage. "No one made you blow yourself up. Frankly, I'm surprised that that's all you lost."
"Can it... can it really be done?"
"I've told the doctors of your situation and they've assured me that it can be done, that they can repair the damage. And they will... Or we'll find new doctors who can." The doctors were trustworthy. He was paying them to be so and to keep their mouths shut.
"How? I mean; how could you even afford it?"
"I am the Second L. I haven't been sitting on my ass you know."
Light squeaked when Mello suddenly groped him again. "Speaking of your ass how about we put it to good use. How about I get to do whatever I want to you when I fuck you?"
"...Alright… as long as it doesn't cause lasting damage," Light stipulated.
He instantly regretted that as Mello flashed a pervy smile.
Interesting. Clearly Kira is really, really desperate.
In seemingly one violent motion Mello had grabbed Light by the hair and pushed him onto his back.
"Alright Kira, one more thing and you've got yourself a deal. This Kira business. I want in, and I want a cut."
"This isn't the mafia! ...And I'm not Kira!" Light growled out, clearly uncomfortable with Mello's pushy attitude but he didn't protest when Mello reached up under his bathrobe to play with him again. Making the plan go forward was more important than comfort... or personal dignity.
That is until, without preamble, Mello pushed three fingers inside Light's already stretched hole.
"H-hey! Cut it out!"He was still very sore from earlier.
"Nuh uh. This is mine to do with as I wish. It's still plenty wet in there. Your boy pussy wants me to fuck it raw."
"No. I told you..." He had to get Mello's cooperation before the Taskforce got here!
"Relax," Mello said in a soothing voice. "There's always later."
That was a relief but still Light felt mounting concern about just what he had gotten himself into. He struggled to stay focused as Mello lazily teased him with his fingers. Light flushed and looked away. Mello grabbed his chin with his other hand, forcing him to look at him.
"Surely you get donations from your followers," Mello hissed.
"Ngh! Kira isn't like that!"
"Really?" Ah, now we're getting somewhere. Now here's an interrogation technique he hadn't considered before...
Light ground his teeth and elaborated in an embarrassingly cracking voice "As a detective I think it's obvious. Kira wishes to rule the world..."
"When's the last time you've been outside? Kira does rule the world. He's worshipped like a fucking God!"
Mello caught the smug smile in response to the "praise" before it was masked. Mello grinned he liked how natural he had Kira looking at the moment. A fucking God... that's my fucking bitch! Light moaned as Mello teased that bundle of nerves. Alright back to plan A—mooch off this loser...
"So, you were saying, Kira?"
"I'm not... the—the point is... well, think about it! Hypothetically if I was Kira... Which I'm not." Light began haltingly as Mello moved his fingers inside him.
Mello could barely contain his mirth as the other squirmed (figuratively and literally). It was textbook—sociopaths tend to not admit guilt even when it was obvious—but really, what next 'Er… you see, I have this friend… he killed a bunch of people. What should I do?'
"Riiight."
"I wouldn't be doing it for me; I would be doing it for the good of mankind! An OH GOD! Altruistic mission." Light panted.
Mello's mouth went dry as the older man writhed beneath him at his teasing.
Kira, Kira's power, Kira's dominion, Light Yagami. It's all mine. All within my...
"Tell me more," Mello growled.
"More...?" Light groaned.
"Yes more."
Light somehow still managed to sound somewhat regal and controlled as Mello continued finger-fucking him.
"The role of Kira... hah! is that of a God shepherding his people against the forces of evil. Those that so abuse their power... Don't stop!... to oppress the weak—those are the people that harm this world! That is Kira's mentality."
He's fucking nuts! He believes his own hype! Controlling him is going to be much easier than I thought...
If he could just stay on Light's good side (and from the look of things he could push pretty hard without repercussions) he could manipulate and control him as much as he liked.
"What about Demegawa...?"
Light made a face. "Can we not talk about that fat bastard while you're—?"
"No. We talk about it now, bitch!"
"You did not just...!"
"Shut up! You like that, don't you!" Mello leered as he continued teasing him right there.
"Ngh! Yes!" Light groaned as his body arched up into Mello's touch as he teased along that sweet spot.
"Answer me!" Mello insisted.
"A douche... like that... No doubt that Kira will get around to killing him eventually." Anything else Light might have said was cut off by a needy, keening sound that escaped from deep in Light's throat. It was a sound that went right to Mello's cock. Alas he still hadn't recovered from earlier. But Light was becoming half-hard from what Mello was doing.
"I bet I could make you cum with my dick alone. Hell, I bet I could make you cum if I just kept doing this."
"Yes! ...No! The Taskforce!"
"Hmmm... I suppose your right."
Mello abruptly stopped, leaving Light flushed, panting and whimpering on the floor.
Mello's eyes softened some. Light... He's so adorable like this.
Light gave him another little needy moan when Mello kissed his half-hard cock.
"You're fun," Mello giggled. "Alright Kira, I'll play along for now provided you deliver what you promise. And I want in on the action."
Light hastily closed his bathrobe. "..Alright."
He's willing to agree to all this… Whatever it is, this is just too good of an opportunity to pass up...
Mello had already decided, to control Kira, to have it all, this ultimate position, he'd do it—even if it meant selling his soul or murdering orphans or going a week without chocolate (okay, maybe not that last one). Mello got up so he could resume slouching in his chair at the kitchen table. With no chocolate bars to munch on at the moment he settled for a, now cold, chocolate pancake.
"So what is this favor?" Mello prompted.
Light weakly picked himself up off the floor.
"My girlfriend died..." Mello opened his mouth to speak but Light cut him off. "Before you start it wasn't me..."
"You don't sound too broken up about it..."Mello teased. Of course he had already figured out where Light's preferences lay...
"Of course not. I hated her! She's the reason L's dead!"
"What?" Of all the reasons he might hate his girlfriend... Mello got in his face again. "But isn't that what you wanted, Kira?"
"You know nothing! I loved that man!" The declaration was anguished and sounded so very real. It gave Mello pause. But then again, this was Kira. A monster like that—how could you really tell? "I would have killed her myself if I could have!"
I was right. She must have had some sort of power over him...
Light turned away but not before Mello saw... he gaped. Was Kira crying? Was that for real? Mello must have been seeing things... or else Light was just an amazing actor...
"And the investigation team would have found that suspicious, am I right?" Mello deduced as he followed Light out of the kitchen. He didn't really trust Light to be out of his sight. "They're going to be suspicious that she isn't here."
"She will be here," Light insisted his voice still quivering a bit.
"But you just said..." Mello began, confusedly.
Light turned to him, all business now and without a trace of the previous angst. Maybe it was just an act. Or perhaps Mello should add "Bipolar" to the long list of Kira's psychological problems.
"I'll be blunt. You look like her." Light retrieved an item from the closet and presented it to Mello. "I need you to wear this." Light looked entreatingly at Mello as he held up the lacy black dress.