Best Laid Plans (Death Note, R), Light/Mello
Title: Best Laid Plans
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: R
Pairing: Light/Mello
Warnings: Violent sex. Language.
Summary: Mello wants to pull the confession from Light's mouth in a way that Near never would.
Notes: Written a few months ago for the tumblr prompt 'Light/Mello'.
It was a strange arrangement, despite the fact that they were clearly at odds. Mello hated him, hated him so much, hated that he probably killed L. Him and his little bimbo. But Mello was close. Mello could touch him. Near could not say such a thing.
Near could not say that he straddled Kira, and that they sank into a mire of lust and hate and frustration. He knew that Yagami was unsatisfied. The man liked dominance, but he liked to strive for it for it to really work for him. Of course, he was exactly the type that had everything handed to him on a plate, so he needed to go to unimaginable depths for even some sort of challenge. So he was Kira, cruel and happy because he slithered unknown among everyone. And of course he would sleep with the enemy. Come up close because in his mind, he could dangle the fact that he was Kira in Mello’s face, without Mello even knowing. But, of course, Mello did know. As L knew, of course.
It wasn’t about the physical attraction for Light. Meant nothing that Mello had the blonde hair and gothic clothing of his fiancée, but it meant something that he didn’t have her submissiveness. Light would settle for that in the end because he thought it was right. But, for now, Mello would fight him as he pushed him to the ground and nail him to the floor. Just because Kira was letting himself get so close and it was right there in front of Mello; that trembling, rasping confession.
“Your sister…” said Mello. “Your sister was a better time in bed.”
He said this just on the edge of Light's climax as Mello held him back just enough to let the tension build. Light sneered, but he let it curve into a smile. He was always one jibe away from a very telling threat, at least. Mello wouldn’t tell him in honesty; it was more fun to keep him guessing. All boys were protective over their sisters, after all, even ones as self-serving as Kira.
But Light always stopped short before he said anything, and after he came, Mello had much less chance of pinning him down for an answer. Brute strength was usually Mello’s way, and words were usually forced from culprit’s lips that way, and it was always taken further if it didn’t work. Mello hadn’t risen through the ranks of the Mafia by baking cookies.
He could beat Light, physically, of course, quicker if Matt was there. But the fighting card only had one turn and the fucking card had many. Even someone as impulsive as Mello knew that. Of course, enticing Yagami into such a tryst had been a delicate operation in itself. It required just enough violence to get Light’s attention, but not enough to make such a victim of him that his mouth would be closed to Mello, forever. And the violence-only plan always had that drawback.
So, he spread his legs and scratched and swore and spat insults at Yagami to pull at that strand of guilt in the hopes that it would be yanked free. And Light was pleasingly rough, anyway, with bruising fingers and brutal pounding and Mello always smirked when he wondered whether Yagami itched to treat somebody roughly when they weren’t meeting.
And it was certainly something Near would never do, in his little tower of ivory dice.
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: R
Pairing: Light/Mello
Warnings: Violent sex. Language.
Summary: Mello wants to pull the confession from Light's mouth in a way that Near never would.
Notes: Written a few months ago for the tumblr prompt 'Light/Mello'.
It was a strange arrangement, despite the fact that they were clearly at odds. Mello hated him, hated him so much, hated that he probably killed L. Him and his little bimbo. But Mello was close. Mello could touch him. Near could not say such a thing.
Near could not say that he straddled Kira, and that they sank into a mire of lust and hate and frustration. He knew that Yagami was unsatisfied. The man liked dominance, but he liked to strive for it for it to really work for him. Of course, he was exactly the type that had everything handed to him on a plate, so he needed to go to unimaginable depths for even some sort of challenge. So he was Kira, cruel and happy because he slithered unknown among everyone. And of course he would sleep with the enemy. Come up close because in his mind, he could dangle the fact that he was Kira in Mello’s face, without Mello even knowing. But, of course, Mello did know. As L knew, of course.
It wasn’t about the physical attraction for Light. Meant nothing that Mello had the blonde hair and gothic clothing of his fiancée, but it meant something that he didn’t have her submissiveness. Light would settle for that in the end because he thought it was right. But, for now, Mello would fight him as he pushed him to the ground and nail him to the floor. Just because Kira was letting himself get so close and it was right there in front of Mello; that trembling, rasping confession.
“Your sister…” said Mello. “Your sister was a better time in bed.”
He said this just on the edge of Light's climax as Mello held him back just enough to let the tension build. Light sneered, but he let it curve into a smile. He was always one jibe away from a very telling threat, at least. Mello wouldn’t tell him in honesty; it was more fun to keep him guessing. All boys were protective over their sisters, after all, even ones as self-serving as Kira.
But Light always stopped short before he said anything, and after he came, Mello had much less chance of pinning him down for an answer. Brute strength was usually Mello’s way, and words were usually forced from culprit’s lips that way, and it was always taken further if it didn’t work. Mello hadn’t risen through the ranks of the Mafia by baking cookies.
He could beat Light, physically, of course, quicker if Matt was there. But the fighting card only had one turn and the fucking card had many. Even someone as impulsive as Mello knew that. Of course, enticing Yagami into such a tryst had been a delicate operation in itself. It required just enough violence to get Light’s attention, but not enough to make such a victim of him that his mouth would be closed to Mello, forever. And the violence-only plan always had that drawback.
So, he spread his legs and scratched and swore and spat insults at Yagami to pull at that strand of guilt in the hopes that it would be yanked free. And Light was pleasingly rough, anyway, with bruising fingers and brutal pounding and Mello always smirked when he wondered whether Yagami itched to treat somebody roughly when they weren’t meeting.
And it was certainly something Near would never do, in his little tower of ivory dice.