Death Note Yaoi AND Pron

[Fanart] Death Note: L X Raito, Near X Raito

2008-07-26T07:02:03Z

Hello, I am new to this community, nice to meet you. I have two fan arts to share; I hope they are OK...

These are mild BL. Sorry for their being so outdated and old.

L X Raito - G-Series 00A

Link: deviantART Link

Near X Raito - Fungae

Link: deviantART Link

Thank you for taking some time to read. :) I like not-so-common pairings like Near X Raito and Mello X Raito (yes, all Raito uke), so finding them is very hard. @___@; I haven't found any... if anyone has, please share? Thank you!

Balgus Revival Executive Committee

2008-07-25T08:11:59Z

I'm wondering if there is any where on the internet that has the scans and scanslations to ALL or MOST of the Balgus Rec Light x L doujinshi?

The only I have been able to scrounge up are Taikutsu and L's Book, and I'd really like to read more of their translated stuff...

They are by far the best Doujin cirlce (in my opinion.)

I plan to purchase all books available, but I prefer to be able to read them translated first.

Thanks for your help!!

dn_yaoi @ 2008-07-24T21:53:00

2008-07-25T01:56:53Z

I'm selling a couple Death Note books along with some other series, you can check everything out HERE and HERE (too many books, had to split them up).

Artist is Anachrojet and Yunico/L.M.T. CP is Light/L and L-centric (Light/L, L/L, LMN, etc.)

[x-posted to other comm. Sorry...]

And Light said to L.

2008-07-24T03:10:38Z

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dn_yaoi @ 2008-07-23T18:38:00

2008-07-23T17:42:59Z

Title: I now pronounce you man and owl
Author: meidowaifu
Pairing: RyukXL, LightXL
Summary: L and Light are married and Light being the nice guy that he is has decided to buy L a pet owl to look after. L becomes fascinated with his new pet and begins to copy its movements whilst an uninvited Ryuk watches on the sidelines.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Death Note so no suing! T^T
Comments: I basically set myself a challenge which was, pair Ryuk up with 9 characters! this is the first pairing I have started in my challenge! I hope you enjoy this crack fest! <3

( Follow The Fake Cut To Freedom! )

Death Note Doujinshi

2008-07-23T09:30:24Z

Hi! i got a few Death Note Doujinshi for sale. If anyone is interested please leave a comment. Thank you!

Doujinshi

Death Note
Light x L
$10
Adult

Death Note
Light x L
$10
Adult

Death Note
Light x L
$10
Adult

Death Note
Light x L
$8
Adult

Baka-yaoi AMV XD

2008-07-22T23:21:59Z

Ta-daaaan! Good evening to everybody *^* that's my baka-baka-baka first AMV evah *O* yaoi, naturally XD LightXL <3
When I was doing it, I enjoyed! So, I hope you can enjoy too *^*
Please, let me know what you think about it *O* *jump around*

[FIC] I Never Made a Scene

2008-07-22T08:31:11Z

Title: I Never Made a Scene
Author: xoshimmystar
Pairing: MatsudaxAizawa
Rating: NC-17 I guess.
Summary: Matsuda’s not sure how he and Aizawa ended up having sex. He’s pretty sure Aizawa would just blame him anyway.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Death Note.
Warnings: None
Comments: Set pre-Kira investigation, pre-Death Note when Matsuda’s just new to his job. Title and cut text from The Union by Taking Back Sunday. I don't own that either. I have no idea why this thing actually appeared in my brain.

It takes them both by surprise.

They’re out drinking after work, Matsuda and Aizawa and a couple of others and Matsuda slips off to the bathroom and Aizawa follows him a few minutes later. Normal guys at a bar.

It’s a bit of a mystery as to how they end up in a stall, the toilet paper holder digging uncomfortably into Matsuda’s hip, his trousers and underwear shoved down to his knees and no more, Aizawa holding his other hip with bruising force and jerking Matsuda off with the other one. They’re not even drunk and until a week ago, Matsuda only knew Aizawa as the detective with the afro. He’s pretty sure Aizawa knows him as just another too eager, wet behind the ears newbie.

Aizawa thrusts hard, breath hot against Matsuda’s ear and Matsuda braces his head on his folded arms and gasps as Aizawa hits his prostate. He can feel his whole body clench and Aizawa lets out a low moan that Matsuda feels rather than hears and presses his hips more insistently against Aizawa’s callussed hand. He’s close, spurred on by the excitement and how anyone could walk in and catch them. Aizawa loses his rhythm and groans, head resting on Matsuda’s shoulder as he comes and Matsuda follows with a strangled moan, body trembling.

They clean up and slip back out, Aizawa just as casual and collected as he is normally, Matsuda his usual fumbling and awkward self, sitting a little more carefully and hoping no one notices but they don’t, handing him another bottle of shochu and going back to their original conversation.

Matsuda’s less surprised when Aizawa presses him against the wall when they’re stumbling out the bar hours later with fake excuses.

FIC: Sensory Deprivation (Epilogue)

2008-07-22T03:33:30Z

Title: Sensory Deprivation - Epilogue
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: L/Light
Prompt: 105- conqueror at tamingthemuse; also written for 14. Kiss (~tears of blood) at 30_angsts; also written as an epilogue to the stagesoflove set: Exploring a relationship through the five senses.
Warnings: Slash. Spoilers for the first part of the series.
Rating: Adult.
Summary: It happened so quickly, even as time stopped.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. I'm not that smart.
A/N: Unbetaed. Also, this is a work of fiction that contains sexual interaction between two male characters. Note the part that says fiction before having hysterics, please. Finally, each part of Sensory Deprivation explored L's growing obsession with Light through each of the five senses. This is the epilogue in which I hope to tie up all the lose ends.

Thanks to everyone who stayed with me as I wrote this! I hope you enjoyed it.

As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.

*************

Previous Parts: Part 1/5, Part 2/5, Part 3/5, Part 4/5, 5/5.

*************

The End

Corners of Reality Chapter 02

2008-07-21T20:47:53Z

Title: (Dream of Mirror 2) Corners of Reality
Chapter 02
Author</b>: Ice-Puppet
Pairing: MelloNear, (au)Mello(au)Near, Matt(?)
Summary: "There are infinite realities and infinite versions of you in each one of them. I never thought we'd meet again."
Warnings: AU, oocness. AU versions of Mello and Near. You've been warned.
Notes: Give it a chance, even if you don't like the idea of AU Mello and Near. Give them a chance =D?

Lost? Read Dream of Mirror. (Or read it on my Fanfiction dot net page.)

Chapter 1

( Corners of Reality Chapter 02 )

Dream of Mirror 2 - Corners of Reality

2008-07-20T06:47:25Z

Title: (Dream of Mirror 2) Corners of Reality
Prologue / Chapter 01
Author: Ice-Puppet
Pairing: MelloNear, (au)Mello(au)Near, Matt(?)
Summary: "There are infinite realities and infinite versions of you in each one of them. I never thought we'd meet again."
Warnings: AU, oocness. AU versions of Mello and Near. You've been warned.
Notes: Give it a chance, even if you don't like the idea of AU Mello and Near. Give them a chance =D?

Lost? Read Dream of Mirror. (Or read it on my Fanfiction dot net page.)

( Corners of Reality - Prologue / Chapter 01 )

Doujin up for sale.

2008-07-16T22:26:35Z

Hello!

Since I don't want to intrude I'll only post this once, since I like to keep my LJ-fun and 'real life' stuff separated. :)

We've launched a webstore at http://www.tokyogetter.com for doujinshi, etc. We've included a good amount of DN books, and we plan on getting more. If yourself or anybody else would like to take a look, feel free. Sales from my livejournal (still up and funny!) have gotten to be too heavy to handle. Anyway, I'm bolting back to 'lurk' mode now, and I would like to apologize if this post bothers anybody. *bolt*

Two Fics For You All...

2008-07-16T05:00:12Z

*Cough* Hello, I once posted one of my fics here but alot of shit happened and I was barred from the internet for A LONG while.

But I'm back and I have two Stories to share with you all :)

Title: The Definition of Sexy [Chapter 5]
Author: Mizurio
Status: COMPLETE
Pairing: LxLightxL
Rating: PG-13 to R
Notes: Crackish, maybe OOC (I hope not), bad humor and strange thoughts

Go here if you preffer to read via FF.Net, Otherwise:

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four

Link to Chapter Five!

Title: I'm A Gay
Author: Mizurio
Status: Complete
Pairings: None really
Rating: PG-13
Notes: Pure Crack.

Read on JL

Read on FF.Net

Dream of Mirror [Final Chapter]

2008-07-15T17:02:53Z

Title: Dream of Mirror
Chapter 11 [Final Chapter]
Author: Ice-Puppet
Pairing: MelloxNear [Shounen-ai]
Summary: When Near is dropped into the lap of a supposedly 'mirrored' reality, he's all to quick to believe that it's all just a dream... until he runs into a certain blonde, who is supposed to be dead.
Warnings: SPOILERS (for real names, end of dn, don't read if you haven't seen/read the whole thing), AU, ooness, cursing
Notes: Based on the MMO Dream of Mirror Online- Set almost five years after the end of Death Note. Near may act a bit ooc, but after five years, people do change.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3
Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6
Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9
Chapter 10

( Dream of Mirror Final Chapter )

Fanfiction

2008-07-14T04:08:20Z

Title: Empty Inbetween

Summary: Mello always got what he wanted. But he is still learning that there is a very fine line between usefulness and dependence; between pain and abuse; between desire and love.

Rating: R like, WOAH

Pairing: MelloxMatt

A/Ns: What started out as a playful little fluffy porn romp, somehow got continuously longer, and darker. I still don't know how that happened exactly... O.o Hopefully people won't run away screaming. Feedback is welcomed. :)

Mello always got what he wanted.

When he was hungry, they ate. When he was tired, they slept. When he was determined to not be outdone, they worked for days on end, whether or not Matt had the endurance for it. If it was what Mello wanted, he would swallow caffeine pills dry and chain smoke entire packs in order to stay awake.

Mello always got what he wanted, because of the one thing looming over him that he could never have. L and his title, an inheritance he would never receive, an acknowledgment that would forever be silent. They both knew this, though whether it was due to Near (because he was more suitable for the job), or due to Kira (because he would most likely be the death of them) was not so clear.

But even though they both realized this damning truth, neither one dared breath a word of it to the other. Matt didn't want his head to be blown off, and Mello just couldn't bear to say it aloud at all. It would be too much like an admittance. Complete irreversible defeat.

So instead of Mello getting the One Big Thing he always wanted, he instead got All the Little Things. The day to day, in and out routine was given completely over to him, not because he was a better leader, but because having such intimate control over both their lives was a small compensation for not having control over the title of L.

Really, it was the only thing Matt could do to help soothe the poorly hidden hurt that Mello now constantly carried around with him. He did whatever Mello wanted, whenever he wanted.

So when Mello wanted to fuck, they did. Hard and fast and rough just the way he wanted. There was no room for cuddling, or whispering sweet nothings, or even just enjoying the view; because those things were also too much like an admittance for Mello. Complete irreversible love.

If he admitted to love, then he would also have to admit to a weakness, something too easily exploited. Something else that could hurt him. So he didn't; instead he just used Matt's body, turning him into a convenient physical outlet, rather than a caring lover with his own set of needs. He made it clear that the only reason he fucked with Matt was because it was too much of a hassle to walk out and find a hooker. It was not because he desperately wanted and needed Matt, and the only time he felt right was when he was encircled by his strong arms. No, that had nothing to do with it.

It was only because he was horny and Matt was an arms length away.

It started with a slap.

Matt hadn't correctly entered an algorithm into the computer program, making the entire elaborate calculation worthless. Mello had been working on it for hours, and the mistake was an unbearable loss. With that single misplaced tap of the keyboard, Mello could practically feel both Kira and Near simultaneously take yet another step forward, leaving him farther behind.

He hated that feeling. He hated seeing their uncaring backs in front of him, steadily increasing the gap; he hated that more than anything else in the world, and it had violently rebounded on Matt in the form of the back of a gloved hand slamming across his face. The force of the blow had knocked his ever present goggles askew, uncovering shocked and watering eyes. Mello started yelling, hoping it would be loud enough to drown out the feeling of regret the action had created within him.

“You're so fucking useless! Why the hell do I keep you around when you just keep fucking up like this!?”

Matt was silent, calmly accepting the insult with a sigh. He readjusted his goggles, wiped a sleeve across his mouth and mumbled out a reply.

“Hey, it was an accident, man...”

The meekness of it twisted the regret even deeper inside of Mello, which in turn only intensified the lashing out, retribution for such an unwanted emotion.

“Like hell you are! You do this shit every fucking day, always screwing us over with your stupidity, you're so goddamn useless! There's only one thing you are good at you know, only one thing you are good for, dirty cumbucket...”

Matt actually smiled at that and then laughed, the insult rolling off him like water from a duck's back.

“Who do you really think is the bucket in this arrangement, eh Mello?”

He drew in a breath at that, rising up to his full height before bellowing at the top of his lungs.

“Fuck you Matt!”

“Oh? It's usually me who does the fucking around here. You tryin' to say that you're finally man enough to be the pitcher instead of the catcher?” Matt was smugly grinning at him and the blood was suddenly visible, staining his smile a rusty red.

“Shut the fuck up.” The words were hissed through welded teeth, as a warning; a fuse dripping with lighter fluid.

“Why don't you come over here and make me?”

The match was struck in the angry flare of Matt's retort and without any other warning, Mello detonated. He lunged at the redhead, using his forearm as a brace against his throat and bearing down on him until they fell into the wall. Matt struggled, raising his hands to push away the arm wedged painfully against his neck, as well as raising a leg up to try and put some space between them. Mello fluidly changed tactics and slid his arm to the side, off of Matt's throat and onto his encroaching hand, pinning him to the wall. He twisted his lower half, avoiding Matt's jutting knee and instead pushed their hips together, forcing him back.

They stood there for a moment, completely still with their bodies molded to one another, electricity shooting between their eyes, surging until the tension crested and Mello snapped. Without any signal, he slammed their mouths together, biting and straining into the kiss, completely dominating it. There was nothing loving about it, only violence that belied Mello's complete dependence on Matt. It was something he could not live with, but could not bear to give up either.

Matt didn't fight against Mello's sharp teeth, but let him draw blood as he pleased. He let the probing tongue enter his own mouth and trace wet circles within him, tangling his own into the motion. He tilted his head to meet the harsh action, taking it all in like he was a conduit made specifically for the currents of Mello's uncertain rage.

Mello pulled back and studied the bruised lips left in his wake, ignoring the stings of guilt and instead focusing his anger into a fever pitch. It was all he could do.

“This is all you can do... An unreliable guy like you... deserves nothing more than to be used like this.”

Matt's eyes flickered beneath his goggles, his own anger sharpened to a blade's edge.

“If that's how it really is...then use me.”

The words thickened in the air, heavy and threatening. The insinuation that there was more to them than just using and being used... Matt was daring him to prove that wrong, daring him to make the commitment; underneath all the self-deceptive layers they continually wrapped themselves in, he was begging him.

But Mello always got what he wanted, so Matt couldn't ask the crucial question aloud. Instead he could only deliver an ultimatum: give Mello a chance to walk away and prove, without say a word, that Matt was of more value than a pawn. That he was more than just an outlet for Mello's frustrations, sexual or otherwise.

That he was someone worth loving.

But Mello couldn't allow himself to feel that, couldn't allow the obligations that came with it, couldn't allow himself that weakness. And so, even though his heart twisted in on itself and writhed in his chest, wracking him with emotional pain and loss, he still swung his knee up to slam it into Matt's gut; pinned as he was against the wall, it drove into his vulnerable stomach like a piston.

Matt's entire face split open in shock, air and spittle flying out of him, eyes wide and glazed with pain. As the boy crumpled to the floor, clutching and winded, Mello calmly undid the string lacing the fly of his pants and released his half erect cock into the open air. With a face of stone, cold and uncaring, he gave his answer.

“Suck it.”

Matt looked up, still gasping for air, with more pain condensating behind his eyes than the physical blow could account for; his shoulders visibly sagged, dragged down with rejection, at the sight Mello presented him with.

For a moment, Mello wasn't sure he was going to do it; here was a chance to upset the shaky balance they had been living in up till now, a chance to perhaps gain something more than a murderer's arrest. But the opportunity slithered out of view as the demanding fire in Matt's eyes snuffed itself out and he once again accepted his role as utilitarian. Mello felt no surprise, only a stabbing disappointment that Matt hadn't lashed out and instead agreed to be so blatantly used.

He was patient as Matt uncurled himself, reassured his lungs, and wobbled up to his knees. He waited silently as Matt shuffled forward and hugged around his legs, burying his face into Mello's pelvis, just to the side of his cock. He thought he could feel him trembling, but the sensation left just as quickly as it came, and Matt was now looking up at him, a wall behind his eyes hiding the pain that had been on display a moment earlier.

Matt slowly nuzzled at his erection, breathing in the heat, the steely hard core covered in soft velvet skin. As he neared the tip, he gave a long appreciative lick, sampling the premature glistening droplet with a sigh. Mello gripped a handful of the red hair, twisting it sharply making his head jerk up.

“Come on Matt... Show me some enthusiasm, I know you love this thing...”

Mello anchored his head between his hands and jerked his hips forward, harshly slamming himself into the back of Matt's throat. The boy winced and gagged, trying to move back but unable to because of Mello's death grip on his hair. His hands came up to push at Mello's hips in an attempt to dislodge him, but instead he was crushed into the wall, with Mello bearing all his weight onto him. He couldn't help but deep throat the blond, horribly unprepared for it as he was. Drool slipped from his struggling mouth, and muffled moans rose from his abused throat as the cock rammed mercilessly at his gag reflex. The vibrations only spurred Mello on, and he began banging Matt's head against the wall with each thrust.

Mello was focused intently on Matt's face, watching him squirm and grimace and try to accommodate. The way Matt twisted in his palm was more of a turn on than the actual blow job itself; the fact that he was forcing his will on another, and he responded by taking him in, wanted or not, was a spectacular ego boost. Mello always had to force himself onto Matt like this to give him that illusion, instead of the possibility that Matt allowed these actions because he loved him. He couldn't be allowed to feel that, so it was always like this, unnecessarily violent.

He watched as Matt suddenly relaxed, throat opening up, and arms going limp; it was as if an internal switch had been flipped as his body realized it would be much easier to not fight it. Mello always loved the second of surrender, the visible sag as he gave into Mello's desires. It was almost enough to fool himself with.

Matt was now gurgling obscenely, rolling his tongue with every inward motion creating a messy but delightful friction. It was enough stimulation to make Mello stop breathlessly, holding himself back from the pleasure that rose in him like a tide to the moon. Skullfucking was nice, but he had other, more intense, more appropriate ways to bring himself to that peak.

Mello stepped back, grinning at the way Matt's mouth hung open, as if expecting him to plunge back in. He slipped off his leather jacket, revealing lightly tanned skin streaked with pale rivulets of scar tissue; a dish of honey raked through with knives. Matt reached up to trace one of the pale lines, but Mello slapped his hand away. It was a strange sensation, and he didn't like it; only able to halfway feel the caress through the nerveless skin, and it always made him feel bizarrely vulnerable.

“Don't... touch me.” He panted the order, but then cocked his head to reconsider.

“Just, undress me...” Matt moved forward again, reaching out, “...without using your hands.”

He faltered slightly, but quickly covered over it. His hands dropped limply to his side and he leaned forward to grip the corner of Mello's unlaced pants with his teeth. He had to tilt his head to the side in order to keep Mello's slick cock from poking him in the ear; it was almost cute.

He began to tug at the tight leather, pulling with teeth bared, dropping it low to uncover sharp hipbones, and well defined pelvic lines. Mello helped the process along by wiggling his lower half, slipping the material steadily downwards. Once his pants were dragged to the floor and Matt was on all fours, practically kissing his feet, he lightly stepped out of them, shucking them across the room.

“Now, drop your pants.”

Matt leaned back against the wall and quietly squirmed from his tight pants. Mello grinned at Matt's obvious arousal, amused that he could be so turned on with so little physical stimulation. Besides the cock pistoning in and out of his mouth, Mello hadn't even touched him.

He squatted down, and reached out to grab it tightly, shattering any semblance of personal space or limits. With a feral smile drawing back his lips, he began pumping with a vice grip. It was a mean and unnecessary action since Matt had already been brought to fullness, and the harsh pressure only coaxed subdued whimpers from his mouth.

“Mello...”

“Matt, keep your mouth shut unless you want me to put something in it again.”

He did quiet down, turning his head away sullenly, still squirming his hips trying to escape the painful fingers that were now rolling the skin, pinching lightly and pulling. He couldn't help but keen when Mello's thumb pressed squarely on the sensitized tip, digging in as if trying to fit inside him; the untrimmed nail felt like it was almost cutting him. His whole body jerked and his hands pressed desperately against Mello's shoulders, begging him silently to stop. It was ignored, and after a few more seconds of torture where Matt's toes began to curl from the pain, he finally shoved him away.

“Fucker, that hurts!”

Mello immediately retaliated by grabbing Matt's goggles and pulling them back from his face, so far that Matt actually had his whole head yanked forward. His eyes were wide as Mello released the lenses and they crashed back into his face, blinding him with brutal force. He let out an undignified yelp and grabbed at his face, trying to physically clench the pain away.

While he moaned obscenities and cradled his throbbing face in his hands, Mello was busy rummaging through his pile of clothes. Matt ignored it, still too concerned about the sharp daggers that seemed to be lodged in his eye sockets. However, the metallic click of a gun's hammer being cocked, and the cold rolling of a revolver against his thigh instantly rounded his sense together in a fit of hyper awareness. He tensed like a deer scenting the wind and slowly lowered his hands.

Through blurry aching eyes he saw the indistinct outline of a silver gun, resting casually across his leg. It was attached to an arm that was also draped over him, and which idly swung the handgun over his skin. The cold sensation slung out buds of fear across his flesh that forfeited all movement. He could only watch with bloodshot eyes as the deadly cylinder traced circles between his legs.

“M-Mello... That piece isn't... hot, is it?”

“I guess we'll find out, huh!”

The barrel nosed its way down Matt's leg, pausing to slide up and down the length of his member, carefully circling the tip. The icy metal stole Matt's breath away, its wicked mouth was a questioning black hole, the lingering possibility of death or extreme pain. Matt trusted Mello not to shoot him, but he couldn't help his fearful knee-jerk reaction to the sight of a deadly weapon nuzzling its muzzle against his most sensitive piece of anatomy. He had seen firsthand what that exact revolver could do. What Mello could do...

It made him go stiff with worry, unable to move for fear of firing the damn thing. Instead he whispered harshly, keeping his voice low.

“Mello, you better put that fuckin' shit away, you don't play around with heat like that...”

He was unable to finish the sentence since that very same heat was suddenly brought up and whipped across his face, hitting him like a flash of silver lightning. The blow caught him just below his forehead, the thin bone segregating his temple from his eye socket taking the brunt of the hit. If that eye hadn't been blackened already, it certainly was now, and he belatedly realized that it had broken the skin as red suddenly bloomed in the vision on his right side.

“I will play around with whatever the hell I want, bitch, that includes you.”

If there was one thing Mello was good at, it was pistol-whipping. He knew how to hit so effectively that it cut, turning his gun into a stunted blade. It was one of the reasons why he favored revolvers, with their rugged and more robust design, even after beating someone upside the head with it, a blockage or malfunction was still virtually impossible.

Matt could only sway, too stunned to really feel anything else except the gash throbbing in time with his heart. He didn't even realize that Mello had moved until he suddenly felt the icy metal nudging rudely at his balls, then ending up pressed against his sensitive entrance. The ring of metal fit perfectly over the ring of muscle, cupping the curves of his hole almost protectively. That was, at least until Mello started pushing.

Matt couldn't help the sharp gasp that followed, his lungs ripping in air before he even realized he was in pain in yet another place. The hard cold edges felt like glass slicing through him, and the sharp precise pain snapped him out of the disoriented fog that had been hanging around his head. He reached up, an angry grimacing snarl on his face, and grabbed Mello's throat, squeezing tightly.

“You better get that fucking gun' out of me or...”

The hammer clicked as the gun cocked itself, Matt could feel the cold vibration through the dry burning pain and he immediately froze, loosening his grip.

“Or you'll what? Get your ass blown off?”

“Mello...” His voice had lost its steely edge, dulled by fear and pain; the name was almost whispered, laced with tired desperation. The regret bloomed in the blond once more, and he pushed the gun in even farther in response, trying to squelch the feeling through purposefully inflicted pain. It was amazing to hear the gasps and whines that fell from Matt, since he was usually so laid back and unaffected; the vulnerable noises were hotwired to Mello's insatiable ego and each utterance made his conceit grow a few inches. And yet, beneath the all self satisfying internal histrionics, a slinking rueful feeling still crept about in Mello's skull, gnawing at him with every twitch of Matt's paralyzed body, barbing him with guilt that only burrowed deeper the longer he ignored it.

It was a vicious cycle that rapidly spiraled downwards to his self destruction, but he didn't know how to break from it.

Matt was now shaking, rapid breaths whistling through clenched teeth. The cut on his face was still bleeding sluggishly, and his eyes were rimmed with dark circles of hurt. His whole body was clenched up around the metal impaling him up to the trigger, trying to push it out without moving it enough to fire it; an impossible task. Mello could tell that he was trying his hardest not to cry, more from the fear rather than the pain. Having such a deadly object forced into the most intimate spot possible, it was the worst kind of psychological torture. There was nothing holding him from death but the twitch of a single finger, something he had no control over.

Such helplessness brought him to the edge of tears, the brink of begging for forgiveness. Forgiveness for even hinting at the forbidden subject of love. Forgiveness for even thinking that he could be more than a tool in Mello's belt.

Mello needed to see that vulnerability, needed him to reconfirm their status through his own pleading eyes. There could be no mistake; because if Matt was certain that things would never change, it made it easier for him to believe that as well.

He rewarded Matt's emotional transparency by stroking his hair in mock concern, and slowly reclaiming his swallowed gun. Matt's hands tightened around his shoulders as it was carefully removed, pulling from him like a large splinter. He was almost about to heave a sigh of relief, right when the site caught on the rim of his ass. He wailed his discomfort, and Mello responded by yanking it forcefully out.

The sharp agony that action caused, forced the air out of him and made his fingernails draw blood as they dug into Mello's shoulders, riding out the burning pain with a scream. He writhed as electricity jerked from his ass to his brain, relaying the staggering amount of pain such a small motion created.

Even before he had recovered, he could feel his legs being pried apart again. Mello was pushing him back up against the wall, and he hadn't even realized that he had slid down from it to begin with. He could feel Mello wedge himself between his legs, grinding idly.

“What were you saying before Matt? Huh? That I am not good enough to fuck you?”

He grabbed a leg and flung it up above his shoulder, and then twisted Matt's other leg around his waist so that he was pressed directly up against his aching entrance. Matt gave a small anxious moan, uncertainty twisting on his face, but beyond that did nothing to get away from him.

“Cause from where I'm standing, you look so fuckable right now...”

He rotated his hips obscenely, pressing harshly but not quite entering.

“You might find... that you like it... You're so sensitive down there... that you don't even need to be aroused to come... All it takes, is some direct stimulation... and you'll be squirting in no time... even if you hate it...”

He motioned vaguely at Matt's flaccid cock, gone limp from fear and prolonged pain.

“This won't do at all Matt... Such an underachiever, even in this!”

“Fuck... It's your fault and you know it!”

“Even so, we better do something to fix this... impotency.”

The word was drawn out with a snarl, and Mello began pushing forward, the head slick with spit, stretching past the tight opening. Matt's eyes were wide, flashing rapidly from Mello's face to his groin as the burning overstretched sensation grew. He ground his teeth and bore with it, even if he felt like screaming from the agony of squeezing something even larger in, dragging mercilessly over his already painful wounds. The gun had been cold and horribly abrasive, but still small. This was warm, firm, and so much larger; it stretched him in new ways and filled him completely until he forgot how to breathe.

It was painful, but in a different way, and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel, or how to react. Was this what Mello felt all those times before? Horribly awkward and uncomfortable? It wasn't anything like how he imagined it when Mello was slicked with sweat, bucking underneath him like a wild animal that couldn't be satisfied, he couldn't get enough of it then. Why wasn't he experiencing those amazing sparks of pure pleasurable delight? Why wasn't he moaning, begging for it?

Mello was now full sheathed within him, and he could feel the heat of their connection like a spike of fever burning deep within him. Even if the mind-blowing euphoria he had been expecting was absent, it still felt amazing to be physically bonded to Mello like this. It was intimate, and warm, and the kind of soreness that made him grin. Letting Mello take him like this made the bitter longing within him pull back for a while; giving himself up like this so unconditionally, made him forget for a moment, that Mello would never be able to do the same for him, no matter what it was they did physically.

Mello now held quite still, mouth hanging open and eyes glazed as he simply relished the heat, the staking of a claim. Matt took the pause as an opportunity to desperately draw in air, and barb his own needles.

“What's...what's the matter Mello? Too much...for you to handle?”

That snapped him out of his trance, and he glared down at the boy spread out beneath him, regripping his legs and bracing his stance. The glare elongated, turning into a feral grin.

“We'll see who can't handle it...”

He pulled out slowly, enjoying the way the skin around Matt's hole was drawn back as well, and then when only his tip was still clenched inside, he quickly jerked his hips forward once again, slamming so hard into him that it seemed like he was trying to rend him in two. Matt's muscles rippled beneath his skin, jerking like they were a separate animal, and a loud wail was forced from him. It trailed off to a groan as Mello pulled back again, and repeated the action.

They fell into a quiet rhythm, Mello biting back trembling moans, and Matt struggling with broken sounds shattering in his throat, but unable to make it to his mouth. He wasn't used to this position, but the pain had dissipated, turning the movement inside him into a slow tingling ache rather than a searing burn. It was beginning to feel bearable, almost enjoyable, and seeing Mello's face gone slack with lust, completely given over to the age old instincts that silenced his mind and commanded his body to push forward again and again and again into that delicious heat; that alone made the painful role reversal worth it.

To see him not thinking, not calculating, not deliberating...just simply feeling. Completely in the moment, with nothing between them, not Near, not Kira, not L; his whole world narrowed down to the bright fragments of pleasure he was able to pull from his body. Matt decided that he could walk a mile on hot coals, holding a quart of kerosene just to see him unwrapped like that.

But then, when Mello suddenly grabbed both his legs, dipping his shoulder beneath them in order to hoist him up and began thrusting at a more precise angle, he decided that he could crawl.

The new position brought a steep and unexpected change within Matt, as if throwing a switch and sending a sudden rush of glittering blood coursing through him, the caressing inside him was suddenly shot through with brilliant shards of pleasure. Each motion sent another spike through him, and he couldn't breathe as the intensity of the sensation encircled his hips in fire. Further in and further in the constricting waves of pleasure wound until there was a sweet, throbbing numbness stabbing at his loins, filling the coarseness of his voice with an artless tremolo. It demanded an outlet, but Matt couldn't do anything as the stimulation continued on, mauling at his insides unceasingly.

Suddenly the strange tension leapt up and erupted in a single rending burst, sending electric arcs of rapture across the back of his eyes, as fluid also arced through the air. It splattered onto Mello's heaving torso, still thrusting blindly. He stopped suddenly as he felt the hot streaks on him, and he looked down in surprise to see Matt's half raised cock still dribbling out its seed.

He smeared two fingers through it, lifting it to closely inspect the liquid. It was rather transparent, not the deep milky color it should have been.

“Matt... What the fuck, your body wasn't even ready for it, and you still orgasmed! Why the hell aren't you on all fours every night, huh? If you love it that much, you should be begging for it... ”

Matt was still caught in the throes of the unexpected climax, and only half heard the insult. Lacking even the energy to cover himself, he had none to spare for backtalk, and simply went limp against the wall. Mello watched him with the cold weight of his high and mighty bearing, simply observing the way his face relaxed in complete satisfaction. He was heedful of how that completion also made him feel, the way it gave him thrills to bring Matt to a glorious climax.

He realized that he was appreciating his partner's pleasure a little too much, and decided that his next course of action would be solely for himself. He pulled out, ignoring the tiny moan it drew from Matt, and clambered over his legs in order to straddle him.

The mechanics of his body had finally caught up with his orgasm, and Matt was completely hard now, the bow of his erection slippery with spent come. Without preparing himself, or making eye contact, or even taking a deep breath, Mello lowered himself down, slowly but determinedly pressing Matt inside him. They both groaned, Matt from the onslaught of tight heat on his tingling erection, still extremely sensitized in a post-orgasmic state; Mello from the dry clinging pain of being voluntarily impaled.

“M-Mello... What are you...?”

“What does it... look like...idiot? I'm, I'm... hah!”

Matt was fully inside him, pulsing and hard. It made Mello's back arch, caused his toes to perform some interesting acrobatic, and ripped his breath from him in hot little pants. They were deeply joined, but not a single cry could escape Mello's quivering lips. The sudden pain of dry penetration only sharpened the contrast between the pleasure he had already been feeling, and made his own arousal twitch in response. It wouldn't take much more...

Matt could only lay there, stupefied. Too glazed over from his own prostate induced orgasm to really care what Mello did with his own, he let him take his time to adjust and did not try to thrust up into him. But after only a few more seconds, Mello started moving on his own, slowly riding Matt.

Matt was starting to get some of the feeling back in his limbs as the continued stimulation drove out the clinging dredges of his previous climax. The redhead reached forward to touch Mello, caress and encourage him, but he only slapped the encroaching hands away, snarling yet another “Don't touch me!”, before increasing his tempo almost as if in retaliation.

He tightened his knees, nearly holding Matt down in place by force, not allowing him any freedom of movement. Mello was the one with complete control of the situation, even though he was the one taking it up the ass. Matt knew that if he tried to lean forward, switch positions, or even just hold Mello to make it easier, the blond would most likely attack him again. The swollen cut on his face made itself known with a quick stab of pain, reminding him that the same gun was still within arm's reach.

He also knew that, despite the delicious sensations he was gaining from the blond, Mello wasn't riding him as a returned gesture of kindness. He was only doing it because that was what he liked, and Matt just happened to have a nicely shaped cock. The fact that he was grinding hard, and on the brink of sobbing for breath, was only because of the overwhelming physical brilliance billowing through his body, rather than any intense emotional connection.

There was no love in it.

Matt knew that, knew the futility in trying to carve out a spot for himself in Mello's heart. Mello had sealed it a long time ago, already filled to the brim with bitter resentment, burning motives, and a chip on his shoulder the size of a small country. There was simply no room for him unless he had a distinct use. He knew that was what this was about, establishing a function between them.

If he wanted to stay with Mello, loveless or not, he needed to uphold that purpose.

And so, Matt gripped him tightly as Mello gave a harsh yell and arched back away from the burning stream now shooting out of him. He could feel the internal spasms clenching around him for a few seconds, Mello rolling beneath the faceless waves of euphoria before collapsing in a boneless heap, infinitely heavier.

Mello didn't realize that he had slumped forward until he felt arms wrapping around him, holding him gently. He growled softly, trying to sit up and get away from the warm arms binding him to a warm body. But Matt just tightened his embrace, not letting him move. Mello knew that at this point he should start threatening, or fighting back, or even grabbing the silver pistol laying off to the side. But he did nothing. He was tired of fighting, tired of denying. He sighed, and decided that for just this once, it would be okay.

He relaxed on Matt's chest until their breathing was slow and sedated, collectively drawn in and softly expelled from the same lung. He waited until their warmth couldn't be distinguished, and their bodies were melting together in drowsy waves. Indulging in what was the longest, most pleasant embrace that had ever occurred between them... and right when the satisfaction was at its ripest, right when the possibilities began to germinate in their minds, he abruptly roused himself and got up off of Matt, disentangling their limbs in a fit of angry energy.

He stood up, completely naked, and yet more concealed than ever before. He let cold demeaning scowl slide onto his face and walked away without a word, leaving Matt floundering and confused.

He had given his desires an action, and then aborted it; given his feelings a name and then drowned it.

Simply because Mello always got what he wanted, and what he couldn't have, he stopped wanting.

Only Never Human {Ch.1} - LxLight

2008-07-13T18:12:02Z

Only Never Human // Chapter 1 on DevArt orginally.
Series: Death Note
Pairing: Light(Raito)/L
Status: WIP
Content: m/m (boys love), AU (alt. universe)
Synopsis: Light Yagami is a rising star in Japan. His singing is matched by no other. Well, until L. shows up. Can these two Gods share the stage? Will one fall? Or will both fall to their growing feelings towards each other? [spoilers for Ls real name~!]

Short Note : I've basically taken L and Light and put them in a different setting, but tried my best to keep some of their original personalities/traits, as well as some of the feel of the Death Note world in-tact. I might even put a few supporting Death Note characters in here somehow. =3

Disclaimer: Death Note and it's characters are (c) Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata. Everyone else are my OCs.

x-posted a few other places... o.o

Click me to read fanfic...

"I won't look"

2008-07-13T05:48:19Z

Title: "I won't look"
Author: Lady Mir Kerr
Warnings: Sexual content
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: L X Light
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies.
Summary: L and Light are chained at the wrist. A situation L has now come to hate now that a small percentage of his focus has drifted from the Kira case into an area he does not wish to share with his captive, he flees desperately for just enough time, he is still required to watch his prisoner via surveillance, only to reveal a side to Light that has very little to with Kira.
Comments: A rathar comical outcome to a raunchy little pairing >=3

It had been a long time since Ryuzaki had to deal with this kind of situation. Out of all the things the world renowned detective could solve, it seemed there was no getting out of this one...

dn_yaoi @ 2008-07-13T02:21:00

2008-07-13T05:29:19Z

I'm terribly sorry if this isn't allowed. However, I've been going crazy lately, trying to find anything, and I mean, anything, even if it's an effing drabble. To be specific, I'm looking for Light/Near fics. Am I the only insane chick in love with the thoughts of this pairing? You may think of it as ridiculous, but I find it extremely endearing / HOT! Lol. So anyways, if anyone could point me in the direction of some relatively good fics of this pairing, I'd probably love you forever.

Thanks in advance. ♥

dn_yaoi @ 2008-07-13T02:25:00

2008-07-13T05:25:54Z

[FIC] Sinking Into Sweet Uncertainty

2008-07-12T22:07:01Z

Title: Sinking Into Sweet Uncertainty
Rating: R for Matsuda's dirty thoughts.
Author: xoshimmystarox
Pairing: LxMatsuda but currently one-sided.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own Death Note. If I did, people would be nicer to Matsuda.
Summary: Matsuda's tired and thinks about L, L gives him some cake.
Comments: This is my first time ever writing Death Note fanfic so constructive criticism is really welcomed.
Notes: OK, I've had this idea kicking around since forever but only started writing it after
sweetwithdrawal made me an awesome LxMatsuda colourbar so this is to show how much I love her for that <3. Also, the cheesecake is because I've eaten little single pot servings of cheesecake lately and it's awesome. This is going to have more parts after it when I get time to do them. But for now, it's set before Light joins the team. Oh yeah, I listened to Filth in the Beauty on repeat while writing this. Just thought you should know that XD. Title comes from Sweetness by Jimmy Eat World.

Matsuda yawns, feels his eyelids droop and has to catch himself so he won’t fall forwards into the monitors and a delicately balanced stack of papers. He hears Aizawa ‘tch’ and mutter some derogatory remark about Matsuda being too young for all that a case as serious as this entails and Matsuda blushes and forces his burning eyes to read the text on too white papers.

He feels eyes on him, that intense stare from too keen panda eyes. Ryuuzaki…L. He makes Matsuda feel uncomfortable in a way he can’t explain. Matsuda might be young and he can occasionally admit to himself that he’s naïve but he’s dealt with some real scum already in his job. Rapists, abusers, murderers and they’ve all made him feel sick and uncomfortable, causing hot, bitter bile to rise in the back of his throat that made burning tears prick his eyes when he choked and forced himself to swallow.

But L…it’s not just his unconventional methods, air of mystique and disturbing intelligence and intuition. Nor is it how essentially childish he is – always eating sweet foods that almost give Matsuda cavities just from watching and the way he treats the case like it’s a game he must win at all costs. It isn’t even his unprofessional attitude and attire.

It’s all of that and nothing.

It’s Matsuda’s over-active, over-worked, sleep-deprived, delusional brain.

But in the last few days (nights? It’s impossible to keep track at this point) he’s been wondering what it would be like to kiss L. If he’d be sickeningly sweet or just right. He wonders how it would be, what would happen if he did kiss him. Would he be shoved away or kissed back and that leads to him wondering who’d take control of this kiss; would L be quiet and passive like he was observing a particularly interesting experiment or would he fight for control, fierce and ruthless and determined.

Matsuda has other thoughts. Ones that invade his dreams and make him blush right now because they’re so dirty and wrong. He’s not supposed to dream about L bending him over a desk and fucking him hard, making him whimper and taste blood from biting down on his lip in a vain attempt to keep quiet. He’s not meant to get himself off at night to the image of L, who in these fantasies, is beneath him, moaning and thrusting and begging Matsuda to keep going, to not stop. It’s not right, to lick his lips in the shower when he tries to image how L would taste after blowing him.

“Matsuda.”

The sound of his name jerks him back to reality and he really shouldn’t let his mind wander because he’s more than half hard now and L’s giving him that wide-eyed, all-knowing stare and Matsuda flushes pink and rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment and quietly prays that whatever L needs won’t require him getting up. Not for several minutes at least so he can scrap some semblance of self-control together.

“Here, have some tea and cake. You look tired.”

Matsuda accepts the cup, taking a quick sip and it’s too hot and sweet and it burns his tongue but he thanks L anyway. A plate of strawberry cheesecake is balanced in L’s hand and his long, spidery fingers brush Matsuda’s and it makes Matsuda jump because L is surprisingly warm. L waits expectantly and Matsuda realises he’s meant to eat and has to stop himself moaning because this is the best strawberry cheesecake he’s ever had in his life and L smiles in that way that’s quite frankly a little disturbing and wanders back to his chair and hops onto it, picking up his own fork. Matsuda watches him and meets those big, black eyes and can’t see beyond them and it’s not just Matsuda’s imagination when a pink tongue darts out to lick frosting from a bared glimpse of wrist.

It’s almost obscene, pornographic and Matsuda tries to block out images of that tongue licking other things (Chief Yagami in a tutu, dead kittens, his wrinkled and withered old landlady doing a fan dance with a lettuce leaf) and tries to go back to work with an energy that has very little to do with the sudden sugar rush.

L's still watching him.

FANART ;D~

2008-07-12T18:26:38Z

No updatie for a while. D';

..,either way, a random MxM contest entry. ;3~

Title: Soccer
Pairing: MelloMatt
Rating: PG
Characters: Mello, Matt, (tiny insignificant Light and L)
Caption: Mello cheated, Matt went 'ooooooooh yeah', L made a misunderstood comment, and Light totally knew 'how do do it properly'. xDDDDD~

[FICLET CONTEST ENTRY]

2008-07-12T15:29:06Z

A Deceptive Note
By: PhoenixJustice

Disclaimer: Death Note is owned by Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata. I only own this story and make no profit from this.
Warning: M for sexual content, language, slash, etc
Pairing: L/Mello
Setting: Between days 15-50 of Light Yagami’s confinement.
Summary: It was only bittersweet because L knew it couldn’t last.

A/N: This is for the ficlet contest.

A Deceptive Note

By: PhoenixJustice

Disclaimer: Death Note is owned by Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata. I only own this story and make no profit from this.

Warning: M for sexual content, language, slash, etc

Pairing: L/Mello

Setting: Between days 15-50 of Light Yagami’s confinement.

Summary: It was only bittersweet because L knew it couldn’t last.

A/N: I’ve just realized something important about DN. But I won’t say until after the fic. :P

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Always....I’m always number two...no matter how hard I try
The travel from Tokyo, Japan to Winchester, England had been a relatively smooth flight, due in part to the fact that he had rented a whole jet for himself to get himself where he wanted to go to; he had left Watari at the Headquarters in Japan to keep an eye on things--Light Yagami especially--while he was away.
When he had first told Qullish his sudden desire to go back to Wammy’s House, for a reason he himself could not really fathom in the beginning, he had wondered what the older gentlemen’s reaction would be like, but Qullish had been completely supportive of him--as he always was. He did not judge Lawliet the way that other people did; that isn’t to say that he didn’t have his own views and beliefs on things, but he was non-judgmental when it came to L and L appreciated that fact.
And it was...good to get away, even for such a brief respite. Regardless of what the rest of the world thought, the world’s greatest detective got tired just like everyone else, though it took a hell of a lot to push him to the limit--the limit which he had finally reached because of Kira (and Light Yagami himself.)
Of all the places to go though...to go back to Wammy’s House...he wondered why. It was the one of the things he allowed himself to ponder on the the jet headed to Winchester, mixed in with thoughts of the Kira case and trying to push back the weariness that seemed to settle in him so easily now. He couldn’t afford weakness, and even this small time away might be that weakness (what if Light wanted to confess but wouldn’t because he wasn’t there?), but there was no going back.
After shuffling off of the plane, with the pilot holding L’s bag while L waited for his ride to come; the pilot was a man known as Aiber, a man whom he trusted (though that man was a con artist) enough to pilot him. If necessary, he would bring in him, and possibly Wedy, in later on the case, if need be.
A car pulls up relatively quickly, pleasing L as he didn’t feel like waiting, and Roger Ruvie steps out, greeting Aiber with a nod, taking L’s bag from him and gesturing L to go in the back of the car. Roger’s driver puts L’s bag into the trunk as Roger comes to sit next to L, who was sitting in his usual strange manner, putting a finger to his mouth.
Roger looked unfazed; he was, after all, quite used to L and his unusual mannerisms.
All of this isn’t me...but it helps me...
No, some of it originated from Beyond Birthday...B...Wammy’s House greatest failure.
Roger and L did not speak to one another as the car rode onward, though the older gentleman seemed to want to say something a few times before stopping himself. He had gotten L’s telephone call quite early in the morning, hours earlier and seemed a little unsure of just what to say, as all L had told him was, "I will be coming to Wammy’s House on the next available flight."
L watched the scenery with nothing more than a vague interest. The trees that swayed in the wind, the green grass which got grazed on by cows here, horses there, the beautifully lined houses and people smiling and laughing...it didn’t catch his attention and he let his mind wander and think of other things as they neared the orphanage.
It had been years since he had actually seen it in person, gazed upon it...it was the one thing in the scenery of this familiar, but unfamiliar, world that truly caught his attention and made him focus his large eyes on.
It seemed larger than he remembered. Perhaps they had added onto it after he had left...? He pushes those kind of inane thoughts out of his head and steps out of the car before the driver could open his door and walks a few steps forward, only stopping when Roger finally speaks to him.
"Ryuuzaki!" The man knew not to call him anything else while he was here and L was 99.9 certain that the man would remember and not slip up.
"What is it, Roger?"
Roger takes L’s bag from the driver and wave him off. He walks over to L.
"May I ask why you are here? It is about the succession? Have you picked either Mello or Near?"
As if the names of people younger than both of them seemed to set off a signal, children and teens come running by and L gets a glimpse of one of the oldest teens as he runs by, wearing all black and in the heat no less, one which was second-in line for his title of world’s greatest detective: Mello.
His eyes follow as the teen runs aways ahead of them, running with a boy who looked only slightly younger than he, wearing a long sleeved striped shirt and goggles over his eyes; Matt.
They were running from a few younger kids, all of them all yelling and screaming and pushing, but neither the few adults who had been looking at the scene, nor Roger, did anything to stop the children, but L had not expected that to happen, in fact he would have been surprised if they had stopped the children. Things in Wammy’s House were ran much more differently after all, more like a school than a mere orphanage; housing the brightest young minds on the planet, though Qullish had made more Wammy’s Houses in other countries, this place was the first and it held the very best.
It was only when Mello, Matt and the other children go around a corner of the large building, does L move forward, waiting until getting to the front door to answer the anxiously waiting Roger.
"No." Said L, simply, admiring the fact that the young geniuses in Wammy’s House hadn’t lost all ties to their innocence. "I’m not here to name a successor."
And opening the door, he left it at that.
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Leaving Roger to take his bag to a unused bedroom in the back wing of the large building, L puts his hands in his pockets and shuffles around, not looking for anything in particular, just taking a look at things, his mind supplying which things were the same as he remembered (the tile pattern on the floor) and things that were different (they had redone some of the paneling on the sides of the walls) and just allows himself the luxury of having nothing to do, or nothing to answer to. (Though as L he techically didn’t answer to anyone, he still had obligations.)
He passed by rooms, some of which had their doors open and he caught glimpses of children (some no older than five) and teens (the oldest looking around seventeen) taking curious glances at him. None of these children had been around when he had been living here, so they did not know who he was, and he wanted it to stay that way.
He passes by an empty hallway, its entrance a large curved entryway, columns on either side of the hallway, holding up the ceiling. About halfway into the hallway, the hair on the back of his neck stands up and, having the feeling he was being watched, he turns his head and his eyes lock with a pair just as dark as his, and nearly as wide. A boy with dishelveled white hair and clothing locked eyes with him and L knew him on sight, his other potential successor; Near.
The moment passes and they both turn their heads almost simultaniously and he continues walking, hands still in his pockets. He halts as he comes to a door very slightly ajar and peers in curiously, not feeling any sort of self-consciousness at doing something so blatant, as he could care less what was thought of him.
It was a library, apparently, one which was L was unfamiliar with, letting him know that it had been built fairly recently, at least sometime after he had left. Books surrounded the whole room, with only one tall window in the room, near the desk, and some books were even piled haphazardly on top of each other on the floor next to a desk. Mello was sitting at the wooden desk, reading a book intently, ignoring the glare of the computer screen in front of him.
Mello was one of three children that had interested him immediately from seeing them, though he saw the Wammy’s House children through a computer screen and they could only see his L symbol looming bright on the laptop that Roger had put in the room so they could talk to him. That hadn’t been so long ago, though even if it had been, he surely would have remembered it.
The look in their eyes...Mello, Matt and Near...they had a similar kind of look in his own eyes, the nasty sort of look, the look that would let the person do whatever was needed for whatever cause they were after, selfish or not. Very few people had that kind of steel, that determination. They had it, as he did, as even Light Yagami did. All of them were the kind of people that would do whatever they wanted, damn the consequences.
He didn’t know how long he lingered there, finding himself facinated with the small movements Mello made, turning a page here, pushing back a lock of his bright yellow hair back there, but Mello seemed to notice somebody was there, because he turns suddenly, turning and locking eyes with L. The older man felt a sudden shock run through his system. That feeling...it felt similar to the feeling he had when he had first locked eyes with Light Yagami...
Mello’s eyes narrow in annoyance. "What?" He barked. "I haven’t seen you here before...did Roger call on you to check up on me and shit?" He sneered. "To make sure I was toeing the line?" He pushes back in his chair slightly and L pushes the door open enough to enter and walks inside, vaguely remembering to push the door closed behind him before walking over to the teen.
"Nothing of the sort. And I didn’t think that they were that strict...it wasn’t that way when I was here." He confessed. He felt it safe enough to say that, as it wouldn’t allude to his true identity in any way as many children had come from this house.
Mello’s eyes narrow further as he takes a better look at the man. "Then why are you here? I’m trying to...study." He glares slightly at L, turning to look at the book on the desk and snorts. "Not like it helps me all that much." His voice turns softer. "Always....I’m always number two...no matter how hard I try..." He seemed a bit disgusted at himself for admitting such a thing out loud, with someone else in the room, and a stranger, no less.
He turns back to glance at L. "So who the hell are you anyway? You said you had been here...don’t tell me you’d want to come back." He smirks. "Thinking that if you did that you might see a glimpse of L or something? Sorry to tell you, but he doesn’t make personal appearances; none of us have ever seen him, bet we’re not good enough in his eyes." He sneers slightly again, though L noticed the held back emotion in the teen’s eyes, letting him know that what he was seeing was a front, the words said so bitterly were to hold back the true emotion behind Mello’s words; he admired L, but was bitter that he was always second and felt fault at his own shortcomings.
Doesn’t make personal apperances...well I certainly never have before...and I am not broadcasting to the whole of the house who I am, but--
He notices another chair in the left side of the room and pulls it over, sitting in it in his usual manner and sees Mello blink in surprise.
"What? L not good enough, so you have to mimic BB too?"
L blinks in surprise. He hadn’t expected that; not many knew of the BB case in general and even fewer had known the whole of the information that had been compiled on BB. Only a very select few.
"What do you know about the BB case?" He asked neutrally.
Mello’s eyes light up, seemingly pleased all of a sudden. He shifts slightly in his chair, crossing his legs. "Pretty much everything you can think of. Me and my friend Matt hacked into some computers." He said smugly, not seeming to be afraid or anything of the sort that he had just admitted to something so major, as to have broke into F.B.I computers. "That shit was cake to unlock and I had thought there would be at least a little bit of a challenge."
L puts a finger to his lips, even more intrigued by the teen that he was a moment before. "You like to show off, don’t you?" He mused.
Mello started to look angry at that, but shakes his head and smirks, the smirk widening when he saw L smirking slightly himself, obviously amused, not angry or annoyed.
"Well, why not? I’m going to take L’s title, after all." He seemed smug again, his face not showing any of the doubt that had been there only moments before.
L watches him for a moment. Marveling at the feeling that had been steadily building up inside of him; it indeed felt so very similar to the one he felt for Light Yagami. The forbidden feeling...the one he would never allow, for Light Yagami was surely Kira and he would never allow something like lust cloud his judgment. So he...felt lust for Mello...? He unconsciously licks his lips as he watches Mello. Yes, that was it. It was only different, this feeling, because Mello was Mello and Light was Light, that was all.
Mello was similar to Light in a few ways, that cockiness, that surety in what he said and felt, but it wasn’t because of the similarities that L felt drawn to him. There was just something about Mello that was triggering something within him; a fiery feeling--
"Hey!" Mello’s sharp tone makes him look up from his musings. "What the hell do you think you’re staring at anyway? What the hell gives you the right?" He stands up, looking angry. "And just who the fuck are you? You never said and I want a fucking answer, right now."
L stands himself, coming to stand in front of Mello, who was tall enough for his age and came up past his shoulders. Mello grabs onto those said shoulders and shakes slightly. "Tell me damn you!"
L smiles widely, hearing Mello’s sudden intake of breath. "I knew I chose my potential successors correctly."
"What--?"
He leans in and without hesitation, kisses him straight on the mouth.
The lips felt soft under his touch, but he only briefly feels them before Mello pushes his head back, looking at Lawliet in shock. He seemed a bit shaken up.
"You--you can’t be." His face screws up in anger. "Don’t you--don’t use his name and--and."
"Mello, look at me" L said softly. He waits patiently for those eyes to slowly look into his; watches the eyes widening, the breath quickening.
"You can’t--"
"I am. I am L." He said. It felt right to say it, not wrong, not dangerous to admit so. No... "I named you and Near as my top two potential successors."
Mello’s face twists again. "Don’t mention Near to me!" He snarled. "Don’t--just don’t--" He looks away. "You can’t be L, so don’t fucking say so..." His breath was a bit ragged and he shakes his head when L closes in the space between them, grabbing onto Mello’s face with his hand.
"Mello. I am L." He repeated. "Look at me." The demand was firm but came out quietly. Mello’s face turns in his hand and he started to shake.
"Oh, god." Mello whispered. "Don’t let this be a lie, don’t--"
They move their mouths together without thought and a shock runs through L at the touch. This sudden and new feeling; it was amazing. He didn’t think of things like his age versus Mello’s in that moment, or that they were both men, for things like that were irrevalent. He moved on instinct, letting it guide and lead him, for he had never engaged in such activities.
His tongue moves into the teen’s warm mouth, enveloping Mello’s moan, the teen’s arms snaking around to clutch onto his shirt. They stood that way for a long time, just letting their mouths move together in tandem, tongue running against the other. It took awhile, but L finally pushes back, taking in large breaths, watching as Mello did the same, the teen’s face flushed and his lips swollen from their kissing.
L felt his erection come to life with an intensity that surprised even him. All thoughts of Kira, of cases, past and present, all of that...he let it fade and allowed himself to have this moment.
Just one moment. Just one. Then I can continue on with catching Kira. Just one, need this--
"L," Mello breathed huskily. And by god if that didn’t sound so very delicious to his ears. L’s hand move to Mello’s shirt before the whole of the situation hits him and he looks at Mello.
"I--" He started.
Mello seemed to understand. "Yes," he whispered. "Yes, L. Anything...anything you want. Please."
L runs his tongue over his lip before nodding, pulling up the teen’s shirt and tossing it without care onto the ground, admiring the flat planes of his stomach, the dusky pink nipples which suddenly stood at attention when he ran fingers over them, relishing the sound of Mello’s sudden moan.
He pushes on Mello’s shoulders and he complies, moving to sit on the hardwood floor. L comes down onto his knees, not registering the hardness of the wood floor, too absorbed with the delicious sight in front of him.
He moves his head down and licks the juncture of Mello’s neck, feeling him shudder slightly. He moves his mouth over it and sucks lightly. Mello’s hands clench against the fabric of L’s shirt and do not let go until L finally moves away, admiring the purpling skin, facinated. His eyes turn up to look at Mello who looked at him with eyes half lidded and flushed skin. He leans in for a kiss.
Mello’s hands attempt to pull up L’s shirt and L looks at him in surprise. This was something that he hadn’t expected. He had just wanted to touch and kiss Mello, he hadn’t thought about reciprocation, or that Mello would want to.
He moves his hands from where they were around Mello and allows his shirt to be pulled up and off the same as Mello’s had been. He felt self-conscious for the first time under Mello’s gaze as it roved up and down his body, but Mello was obviously pleased as he licks his lips as he looks at him.
"Pleased?" He murmured.
"Fuck yeah." Said Mello, breathlessly. L looked down at Mello’s now very obvious erection straining against his black pants.
"Lie back," L murmured. He prayed to the gods he didn’t believe in that he was continuing to do the right thing and would be able to please both himself and the gorgeous young man beneath him. Mello lied back immediately, looking slightly anxious and needy as L’s hands move to open up his pants.
"Are you scared, Mello?" He whispered.
Mello shook his head. "No--no." He seemed afraid that L would stop. "Of course I’m not, why the hell would I--?"
"I am." Said L. "And it’s okay for you to be too, Mello-kun." He smiles and pulls down Mello’s pants and the matching black boxers with them. Mello shivers.
"Okay," said Mello quietly. "Yeah...a bit. But you won’t stop?"
L shakes his head. "No...no..." He looks at Mello’s purpling erection and starts to lower his head when Mello grabs onto him. "What is it?"
"I--don’t want that," said Mello. "I mean, it’d be great--but I don’t want...that. I want..." He flushes darker and tugs on L’s pants slightly. "For us to both..."
Lawliet looks down at him, understanding and surprise mingling in his gaze. That sounded even better, oh yes, it did... He allows his pants to get removed, helping the teen to pull them down sufficiently enough. His erection throbbed suddenly under the sudden freedom and he watches Mello look at it, feeling himself harden even further under his blatant gaze.
"We don’t have any lube," said L, mournfully. Mello almost snickered at the sudden statement, though the entirety of what they were about to do seemed to settle in his and L’s eyes both. L looks down at Mello’s erection. "But I have heard that semen will do in a bind."
He runs a hand over Mello’s cock, causing Mello to cry out. He wraps his hand around the throbbing cock and starts to move his hand up and down, admiring the new feeling of something new against his fingers and hand. It wasn’t long before Mello clutches onto L’s hand, looking at him with something like desperation in his gaze.
"I’ll come," he said, looking both eager and anxious at the thought. "So you should--"
L leans down and kisses him, continuing the motions, feeling precome start to leak down his hand as he does so. "--I should keep going," said L against Mello’s lips. "I want you to come."
It didn’t take long, and L didn’t expect it to. He pulls back to watch in rapt attention as Mello’s face contorts in pleasure, moaning loudly as he comes, seed splashing onto L’s hand and both of their bodies. He felt his own erection throbbing harder than ever as Mello shakes with the aftershocks of his climax.
He pulls back, letting Mello catch his breath as he gathers up the seed and starts to coat his fingers. Part of him couldn’t believe what he was about to do, but the rest of him was anxious to continue, to get rid of this building pressure and lose himself inside of this beautiful boy.
Mello looks up at L, a dreamy smile on his face and L smiles back. It felt easy to smile with Mello, though he was not entirely sure why. He doesn’t deign to dwell on the thought and moves Mello’s legs apart and moves a finger to the teen’s entrance. He looks up once more to Mello and waits for his nod before moving it inside of him. Mello’s face flinches slightly, but he nods and lets out a breath. The semen wasn’t as slick as lube or lotion would have been, but it worked well enough and L took his time with his first finger before moving a second inside.
Finally a third finger gets moved inside, with Mello seeming to enjoy the feeling now as he pushed back against the fingers and L watched his erection start to reawaken; ah, the magic of teenage hormones. Enough time had passed and L could not hold back any longer, he removes his fingers, hearing Mello’s slight sound of protest and gathers up the remaining seed from where it had settled on Mello’s stomach and chest and works it onto his erection, biting his lip to keep from gasping at the need that he felt.
He moves into position, looking at Mello one final time, who nods.
"You’re sure?"
Mello nods impatiently. "Yes, yes, hurry up, L!"
Lawliet smirks and nudges his way slowly inside, unable to hold back a gasp as his cock gets enveloped with sudden heat. It felt absolutely incredible. He grits his teeth, letting Mello get used to the sudden intrusion. Luckily he didn’t have to wait for long and Mello nods slightly, and L pushes all the way in before pulling nearly all the way out, loving the way Mello gasped, the way he moved beneath him, his hands holding onto L tightly, moaning loudly.
He grabs onto Mello’s hips, unable to stop himself from thrusting harder and harder, his body shaking with so much need that it nearly overwhelmed him. He palms his hand over Mello’s reawakened erection and kisses Mello, swallowing his moan. He gasped and there was no more of a perfect moment than that one; they both moved in perfect tandem and Mello was perfect. His cock thrusts in and out of Mello’s entrance over and over, both of them moaning and panting, sweat dripping down their bodies.
His orgasm took him by surprise and he lets out a startled moan as he thrusts one more time, shuddering hard against the overwhelming feeling, his seed shooting into Mello, with the teen coming a moment later, his semen splashing against them once more.
He vaguely remembers to pull out of the teen and lies heavily against him, both of them breathing hard, shaking in the aftermath of it all. It had been perfect, absolutely wonderful. Mello was wonderful.
It was only bittersweet because L knew it couldn’t last.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
They laid there on the floor for a long time, L holding Mello in his arms, relishing the feeling for as long as he would be allowed to have it. He told Mello all about the BB case then, as it turned out, Mello didn’t know as much as he said he did, only knowing of certain mannerisms that BB had once used. He also talked somewhat about the Kira case.
It was then that Mello sits up slightly, his face softened somewhat from the passion they had just shared.
"Promise me you’ll see Kira dead, L." Mello murmured. "Promise me, okay? Promise me that you will."
L leans in and kisses him, savoring the taste of him, knowing that it would be for the last time.
"I promise."
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
1- The line in the beginning is something that Mello says in book 7.
A/N: Ye gods I was like writing this nonstop, lol. Ooh, I love writing stuff like this and fitting it within canon! I dids it!!! ::dances:: This DOES fit within canon, cause there is a period from day 15-50 of Light’s confinement that we don’t know about, plus the fact that we know Mello had met L in person from the DN novel and learned about BB. Hee hee, the library is one actually part of the Wammy’s House, it’s showed in one panel in book 7 with Mello sitting at the desk, that’s where I got the idea of where they would smex it up. XD Near also seeing a glimpse of L was also me explaining how he knew what to make his L finger puppet and L mask look like. XD
And the whole thing I said I would say I figured out at the end of this fic? Mello obviously DID know L, at having had met him once. Book 7 confirms that. Because Mello says "he promised he would see Kira dead." And the one shot manga does not say ONE thing about L saying that to the Wammy’s House children when they all gathered around the laptop to speak to him. Not one. XP
Like I said, I like doing stuff like this within canon. XDD This pairing is strangely appealing to me...because reading the DN novel and book 7 over again made me rethink Mello a bit...I mean I already bloved him, but it made me rethink his feeling about L and his motivations...XD
::collapses from all the nonstop writing:: X.X
I hope everyone enjoyed this!
Let me know what you thought!
--PhoenixJustice
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Between the Black and White

2008-07-09T20:14:45Z

Title: Between the Black and White, Chapter 10: Kings and Pawns
Characters/Pairings: L/Light, L/BB, BB/Light, Watari
Rating: M
Summary: When L captures Light, he finds himself unwilling to relinquish his kindred spirit to the police, and instead has other plans to make Kira atone for his crimes. But the saga of Shinigami, genius intellect and old memories - BB - has only just begun.
Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

(Do you believe in gods..?)

[FIC] (Almost) Certain Defeat - Mello/Near

2008-07-07T03:05:28Z

Title: (Almost) Certain Defeat
Author: Kagome
Warnings: Sexual content, language.
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Mello/Near
Disclaimer: Standard disclaimer applies.
Summary: Near is almost certain that this is a game neither of them can win.
Comments: Companion piece to When Losing is an Option, only focusing on Near’s thoughts this time. Plus, there’s more smut! XD

((Almost) Certain Defeat)

dn_yaoi @ 2008-07-06T20:26:00

2008-07-06T10:27:55Z

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