Death Note: Short Erotic Pieces
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Category:
Death Note › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
13
Views:
5,403
Reviews:
22
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Death Note, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Mikami/????: A Push In the Right Direction
"Kami-sama..."
Mikami rocked back and forth on his knees as he stared blankly at the concrete wall in front of him. Every time he completed the repetitive motion his forehead would hit the wall with a dull thud.
"How did all this happen? What went wrong?"
How had it all turned out so badly? How could his god have failed?
No. Not his God. Not a god at all. Just a little piss ant with delusions of grandeur and a god complex.
That was not his god that had begged and pleaded. That was some phony. His god would never have begged for help or been reduced to a crawling crying wimp.
"No, Kami-sama is still alive," the man with a thousand delusions thought to himself.
He let his head hit against the wall one more time. A headache was now becoming a migraine.
"Mikami... Mikami Teru..."
The voice was soft like a whisper, and right next to his ear. His Kami's voice! He felt a gentle touch on the side of his neck as fingers caressed the soft vulnerable skin.
"Isn't it time to leave, Mikami Teru?" The voice asked him.
A hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed just hard enough to constrict his breathing slightly.
"You've done everything I've asked of you," the voice continued.
The hand moved to the back of his neck and pressed his face against the cold concrete wall. He knew that touch. It was his god's touch. His god had returned to him!
He was forced to stand, still facing the wall, with that hand still gripping the back of his neck in a vice like hold. The only time that hand left the back of his neck was to divulge him of his clothes until he was naked in the cold cell. He shivered and wrapped his arms around himself as leaned forward to press his forehead against the wall. Even now, he did not need to be told what to do.
Something hard and long pressed inside of him, wringing a cry from his lips that echoed off the walls of the cell. Hands gripped his hips and bruised his skin as he was slammed into from behind. It was miserable and painful and Mikami loved every minute of this. This was his punishment for following that fake. For not realizing that he was listening to the words of an ignorant devil.
"Forgive me Kami-sama," Mikami said as he pressed his palms against the wall and pushed back against the cock moving in and out of him.
When it was almost over he was pressed up against the concrete, with his cock trapped against the harsh stone. Every thrust made him rub against the stone until the skin of his cock felt raw. When he came he screamed out his god's name and collapsed to his knees when he was finally released.
"It's time for you to leave this place. Join me. I need you in my kingdom," the voice whispered into his ear.
It was then that Mikami realized what he needed to do.
***
"Did you see him?" Near asked.
Gevanni watched the boy stack a pile of blocks on top of one another. "Yes. It is like Matsuda said. He has gone completely insane."
Near set a small hand puppet on top of the stack of blocks. From where Gevanni was standing he could not make out which hand puppet it was.
"Good. And, did you do what I told you to do?"
There was something about Near's eyes that unnerved him. He swallowed hard and nodded again.
"Yes. I assume it will be done in the new few days or so," Gevanni said; he excluded telling Near the details of what had actually happened.
As he turned to leave he stopped as a small toy car went speeding past his foot. It crashed into the wall and felt like an omen, or some kind of curse, had just been cast on him.
Near was truly a frightening person.
Mikami rocked back and forth on his knees as he stared blankly at the concrete wall in front of him. Every time he completed the repetitive motion his forehead would hit the wall with a dull thud.
"How did all this happen? What went wrong?"
How had it all turned out so badly? How could his god have failed?
No. Not his God. Not a god at all. Just a little piss ant with delusions of grandeur and a god complex.
That was not his god that had begged and pleaded. That was some phony. His god would never have begged for help or been reduced to a crawling crying wimp.
"No, Kami-sama is still alive," the man with a thousand delusions thought to himself.
He let his head hit against the wall one more time. A headache was now becoming a migraine.
"Mikami... Mikami Teru..."
The voice was soft like a whisper, and right next to his ear. His Kami's voice! He felt a gentle touch on the side of his neck as fingers caressed the soft vulnerable skin.
"Isn't it time to leave, Mikami Teru?" The voice asked him.
A hand wrapped around his throat and squeezed just hard enough to constrict his breathing slightly.
"You've done everything I've asked of you," the voice continued.
The hand moved to the back of his neck and pressed his face against the cold concrete wall. He knew that touch. It was his god's touch. His god had returned to him!
He was forced to stand, still facing the wall, with that hand still gripping the back of his neck in a vice like hold. The only time that hand left the back of his neck was to divulge him of his clothes until he was naked in the cold cell. He shivered and wrapped his arms around himself as leaned forward to press his forehead against the wall. Even now, he did not need to be told what to do.
Something hard and long pressed inside of him, wringing a cry from his lips that echoed off the walls of the cell. Hands gripped his hips and bruised his skin as he was slammed into from behind. It was miserable and painful and Mikami loved every minute of this. This was his punishment for following that fake. For not realizing that he was listening to the words of an ignorant devil.
"Forgive me Kami-sama," Mikami said as he pressed his palms against the wall and pushed back against the cock moving in and out of him.
When it was almost over he was pressed up against the concrete, with his cock trapped against the harsh stone. Every thrust made him rub against the stone until the skin of his cock felt raw. When he came he screamed out his god's name and collapsed to his knees when he was finally released.
"It's time for you to leave this place. Join me. I need you in my kingdom," the voice whispered into his ear.
It was then that Mikami realized what he needed to do.
***
"Did you see him?" Near asked.
Gevanni watched the boy stack a pile of blocks on top of one another. "Yes. It is like Matsuda said. He has gone completely insane."
Near set a small hand puppet on top of the stack of blocks. From where Gevanni was standing he could not make out which hand puppet it was.
"Good. And, did you do what I told you to do?"
There was something about Near's eyes that unnerved him. He swallowed hard and nodded again.
"Yes. I assume it will be done in the new few days or so," Gevanni said; he excluded telling Near the details of what had actually happened.
As he turned to leave he stopped as a small toy car went speeding past his foot. It crashed into the wall and felt like an omen, or some kind of curse, had just been cast on him.
Near was truly a frightening person.