CHAPTER 12 of "Smutty Shorts"
Title: "Indulgence"
Author: Sashocirrione
Spoilers: Spoilers for everything up to nearly the end of the series. Also major spoilers for my fanfic "The Other Plan" since this chapter is an outtake from it.
Warnings: NO UNDERAGE READERS. Rated M for a reason. Sexual activities. References to previous rapes. Foodplay involving chocolate and tapioca pudding (warned in case foodplay puts you off those foods).
Summary: Stephen Gevanni finds himself getting rather turned on by spoon-feeding his prisoner Mello.
Pairing: GevannixMello
Additional Notes: This fic is set roughly in the timeline of another fanfic of mine, "The Other Plan" (it is set around chapter 11 of that fanfic) and could be considered to be an outtake or a deleted scene from that fanfic. It is not part of the "canon" of "The Other Plan" because I decided that it didn't really fit in there, so that is why I explore this concept separately as an outtake.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, and I do not make any money from these writings.
The young man in front of him had eyes blazing with defiance, and perhaps, Stephen thought as he shoved another spoonful into his willing mouth, perhaps there was something else there as well. The eyes were curious, searching, an almost frightening intelligence lurking behind them.
This was Mello, the shackled and straightjacket-clad mysterious rival from Near's past, real name unknown. If all the deductions worked out, then that would mean Mello had managed to kidnap Kira, rape him twice, and send video footage of the acts to Kira's father.
There was a good chance Mello was a dead man walking, about to succumb to Kira's pen, but if that happened, then the evidence would be unquestionable. Light Yagami would be proven as Kira.
If Light was smart enough, he wouldn't kill Mello, but then again, Light was being squeezed badly enough by circumstances that he might be forced to. If Light could kill everyone else on his trail fast enough afterwards, it wouldn't matter anyway; there would be no one left to deliver the proof of his guilt to any authorities who could order his execution.
It could really go either way.
Mello opened his mouth like a toddler, leaning forward, eyes silently begging, and so Stephen scooped up another spoonful of tapioca pudding and placed the spoon in Mello's mouth, allowing him to suck it clean, slowly, sensuously, his tongue rooting after every separate bubble-like globule, his eyes filled with calculations of some kind.
When Mello finished with the spoonful, he said, in a very matter-of-fact voice, "Do you want to fuck me, Stephen?"
Stephen said nothing. Near was surely watching through the cameras, and others probably were as well. They wouldn't care but... still.
"What is your game, Mello? You can't escape that way."
"Why would I want to escape? I have nothing to lose. I'll probably be dead in a few days."
Mello's voice was slightly husky and his entire stance had subtly altered. His lips were parted and perhaps a bit swollen, his eyes coquettish.
Mello said, "Don't you want to have that kind of sex, Stephen Gevanni? The kind of sex that a man has when he expects to die soon?"
Stephen swallowed.
Mello ran his tongue just slightly over his lips and said, "I promise you, I'll be the greatest fuck you've ever had."
"I wouldn't have thought you were the type of person who wants to bottom."
"Bottom, top, what does it matter? It all feels good if you know what you're doing. I know..." Mello licked his lips, "...exactly what I'm doing."
Stephen tried to put it out of his mind, to focus instead on other important issues.
Does Mello know my name? He shouldn't have been able to find out the names of those others, but he did, nobody left now except the four of us to guard him. Was that his ploy, to send as many away as possible? Was he-
"Hey! Feed me!"
Mello had his mouth open in a round "O" again, and this time he was making come-here motions with his tongue. Stephen raised another spoonful of the dripping concoction to Mello's lips and spooned it in.
Mello sucked on the spoon sensuously, giving it a little blow job. The end was perfect too, a little blob of "cum" gracing the edge of Mello's bottom lip. He'd surely left it there artistically.
Stephen felt his underwear getting rather tight. There had been something about Mello even before his little displays of erotic eating; Stephen didn't know what it was. His brash confidence? His risk-taking? The way that his leather pants hugged his girlish hips?
Stephen was shoving another mouthful in, just a bit roughly, making Mello choke at first, but then he recovered and effortlessly deep-throated the spoon, taking it far, far in, swallowing around it, and then letting it pop out of his mouth clean of pudding.
That bastard had way too smug of a look on his face. Stephen wanted to push him down and... and...
Mello whispered, "I can guarantee Near won't care who is fucking who. Think of it as a last meal, but better. I'll want to savor every... single... moment."
The pudding was almost gone. Stephen reached out with the spoon to scoop out the last bits, but Mello said, "Leave it. If you don't have real lube on hand, we'll need it."
With an indicating jab of his chin in the proper direction, Mello added, "Feed me that chocolate bar."
The next moments felt like foreplay, as Stephen unwrapped the bar, Mello's nostrils flaring at the first crackling of the wrapper, his gaze becoming intense and yet relaxed, languid. When Stephen held the bar up to Mello's lips, he nibbled sensuously down the side of the bar, lips ghosting over Stephen's fingers again and again, the tongue and teeth sometimes teasing, just the hint of sucking as Mello consumed nearly half the bar, only one side.
Stephen wanted to groan, but he was well trained, and he kept it in from habit. There didn't seem to be any real need for holding back, though. To think of it, Near wouldn't really mind, not as long as it wasn't part of an escape attempt.
"Put it in my ass," Mello begged, "the warmth will melt it."
"What?"
"It's narrow enough and I've made it slippery. Use your fingers, use the spoon, put some pudding in there too... I simply... need... please, Gevanni! I need to be properly fucked by a big hard cock. I know yours is big, I can see the outline through your trousers... fuck me... fuck me."
Mello was sliding his straightjacket-clad torso onto the cafeteria table, ass high in the air, twisting his neck to cast a sultry look back over one shoulder, defiant and yet somehow demure.
The decision was made all in a snap.
Stephen only took a few moments to run his hands over Mello's shivering body, checking efficiently to make sure the straightjacket was still completely secure. His professional obligations satisfied, he pulled down Mello's leather pants and found no underwear underneath, only a round, shapely bottom waving in his face.
It was the work of a few moments to slide the remains of the chocolate bar inside. Mello's pucker accepted it all greedily, spasming almost in an eating style of motion. The illusion of another mouth was eerie but alluring. Stephen scooped up some tapioca pudding and pressed the spoon right up to the sphincter. Mello moaned and the entire scoop-portion of the spoon slipped inside all at one, emerging clean after a couple of spasms.
"Stephen, do you like what you see?"
Mello was smirking.
Roughly, Stephen shoved a couple more spoonfuls inside. They both disappeared cleanly, and Mello's smirk only became wider.
Mello licked his lips and purred, "What are you waiting for? It's all ready for you, slippery and warm. Shove it in, ride my ass as hard as you want. Don't be gentle. I'm no virgin."
Just to spite Mello, Stephen fed his ass two more spoonfuls of pudding before it was clearly time, past time, the heady rush moving through his body, his hands trembling slightly as he undid his belt and own trousers, roughly pulling just enough clothing out of the way, and then sinking, tip-first, into that enclosing heated sanctuary, Mello's slim hips bucking underneath him.
There were only a few last lingering thoughts of the cameras to shove firmly out of his mind, and then there was nothing else that mattered except two bodies moving together, fucking on that table.
Stephen pushed in over and over again, anxious to continually re-experience the sensation of entering Mello, sliding easily on wet layers of molten chocolate and feeling the tapioca too, textured and clotted and almost like cum left over in Mello's ass, as if Mello had been fucked by an entire line of men first.
Mello didn't complain at all, no matter how roughly Stephen entered him or how firmly he pounded. That warm, slippery hole simply accepted everything, gulping that organ in as effortlessly as it had done earlier with the spoon. Stephen was hard, so hard he felt almost bursting, over-sensitive. He wanted to rub Mello raw, to use him, to fill him up, to make the cum overflow out of him.
The steady sound of Mello's own erection slapping up against his belly with each thrust was an obscene sound to prove how much Mello was enjoying it, without even a hand on his dick. Its tempo nearly matched the thumping heartbeat in Stephen's ears.
It was close, Stephen's balls drawing up tight, that rising feeling beginning in the base of his dick. Then he was reaching underneath, not wanting to be the selfish one to come alone, not with a generous little slut like Mello who wanted and gave perfectly.
Mello dick was shockingly warm, twitching, and Mello moaned loudly as Stephen first grasped it.
"Mello, come with me."
In answer, Mello's voice was soft and venomous, "Fuck, don't stop, don't! I'm gonna come... all over your table."
Stephen fucked him and palmed him harder, the feeling rising. It was heaven in there, deep within Mello's ass, a spasming, trembling heaven that sucked him far inside over and over again, squeezing him, caressing his most sensitive part. He couldn't resist it. He fed it what it wanted repeatedly. Mello was the perfect dirty little trick.
Everything was suddenly getting tighter, a slick tight channel, and rhythmic spasms moved through strongly, a milking motion. Sticky fluid was spilling all over Stephen's hand and squirting onto the table.
That was it. The feeling let loose, an exquisite release shooting straight up and through, throbbing, draining his balls, emptying everything into the willing little slut underneath him who was still ejaculating onto the table and muttering something. Every last bit of built-up work tension went into Mello and was utterly consumed.
In a few moments it was all over.
Mello flopped partway onto his side and they separated with a squelching pop. Everything was a mess, from what was leaking out of Mello's ass, looking as if he were a frog laying eggs from all the tapioca globules mixed in, to the table with the remains of the meal knocked over and flung wide across it and dribbling to the floor.
Mello looked hard in a particular direction and smiled. Stephen glanced over and saw Near standing in the open door, eyes not as blank as usual; perhaps even his pale cheeks had a slight dusting of pink.
Mello called out, "I thought you might not have seen porn, other than those rapes. How did you like the show?"
Near said nothing for a few moments, and then sputtered, "Mr. Gevanni, you will clean this up alone. Lidner and Rester have stated they will not."
The door closed.
A/N (Author's Note):
This was written as an outtake or deleted scene from one of my own fanfics (for "The Other Plan"). However, I did find a kink meme request for any generic MelloxGevanni or GevannixMello that was pretty old and had one fill already, but since this fic technically met the request, I decided to post mine as a second fill and maybe if the original requester is still around and if they followed the move from dn_kink to dn_kink2 they would be pleased.
So, even though this wasn't written specifically to be a kink meme fill, it ended up being used as one.
I know this took a long time (about half a year?) to finish from when I first mentioned that I was working on it. Sorry about that, but at least it's here now.