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Death Slave	By : logan1458 Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Light/B Views: 1679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Death Slave
- 2-Sex Chapter
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Light dies and enters the Shinigami Realm. He aims to make a deal to save himself from the punishment of the Death Note.

This chapter contains sex.

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It would be many years until Light heard anything about “Beyond Birthday” again. It rarely meant anything to him and he brushed it off easily. His focus was on himself and the extraordinary rule he'd created as Kira.

All the while, the unfaltering gaze of the Shinigami King was settled on him.

Light would grow old, and grow weary, and eventually relinquish his hold on the world, looking toward death. With a quiet sigh that he is tired and ready to rest, he accepts death at the hand and pen of Ryuuk. He holds an anxious breath as the kanji scrawl across the Note: "Yagami Light."

And in 48 seconds, I feel the presence in my realm, a presence I’ve waited for since the scratches of my name being written in the Note first echoed in my head all those years ago. A quiet smile animates my expression and I lift my pen to the cold yet eager pages of the Death Note, writing, “Light Yagami, Otoharada Kurou. Heart Attack.”

Light Yagami wakes up in the shinigami world in a state of confusion, his youthful body intact once more; he looks the same as he had when he first became the owner of a Death Note. “If i remember correctly...” he begins to deduct, “Ryuuk killed me, and--” He turns his head to see the shinigami towering over him.

Ryuuk grins wickedly. “Here is the Shinigami Realm, I welcome you.”

Yagami’s lip turns up in amusement, “Don’t you dare dream of going to heaven or hell after using the Death Note.” He looks far too amused as his eyes glaze over his surroundings, “Now that I am here? What will happen to me? I can sort of guess...”

Ryuuk advises, “Don’t rush it. It’ll start in due time.”

“What will?” Light asks cautiously.

48 seconds are up.

The boy clutches his chest and dies in the same manner of his first victim, heart attack. Moments later, he awakens again and cautiously lifts himself from the ground.

I scrawl the next name, “Light Yagami, Shibuimaru Takuo. Car Accident.”

48 seconds later and the helpless youth is aware of the impending death in time to throw up his arms in useless defense. His scream is cut off instantly in the same manner as his second victim's.

Light wakes up again and the next name is quickly written. He murmurs nervously, “It can’t be... Whoever I killed so far.... “

Ryuuk eagerly explains, “You’ve figured it out? Well you are right. As much as you killed others, you’ll suffer the same pain. If you killed 10 thousand people, you’ll die for 10 thousand times.” He chuckles cruelly, watching Light with intrigue, “That’s the atonement of whoever used the Death Note.”

A shiver crawls through Light. “N-No way...”

Ryuuk’s widening grin is merciless and unsympathetic to the boy’s pain, “Did you think you could become a shinigami too?”

48 seconds are up.

Light’s hands lift to his neck; he fights it, pouring out any words he could form, “What is this? I can’t control my hand!” His caramel eyes dart to the Shinigami. “Ryuuk! Please stop this!”

“It’s the King of the Shinigami. His Note alone can kill the same human again, and again, and again,” Ryuuk answers, simply watching, unwilling to help.

Those charismatic eyes look to Ryuuk with silent entreaty and need. “Do something, save me, Ryuuk.”

The Shinigami chuckles maliciously, “No use.” He licks his lips and details, “You’ll experience all the deaths and will disappear in the end. From body and soul, even from people’s memories, and all the records in the human world.”

The youthful frame shakes and protests as his hands close around his neck, “No! I don’t want to die anymore!” Tears well in the corner of his eyes as his voice is choked off; he gasps for breath in vain, falling to his knees, then to the ground.

My smile widens into a malicious grin as I watch the entire scene from the cold power of my throne, nothing in the entire Realm hidden from my eyes. It's a lovely punishment, sweet and satisfying; watching the boy cry and suffer, not yet begging but there was still time, would be enough after all to justify my own death. Killing him would be far too quick, but drawing it out like this? This was a rare, and a delicious delight well worth waiting decades for.

When Light Yagami awakes again he takes a moment to collect himself before breaking into laughter in the face of his ominous situation, the visage of Kira briefly coming to mind. Soft words leave his lips, “124,925.” He smiles proudly, “It's the number of people I have killed so far. Meaning as long as I’m experiencing those deaths, I will exist.”

The Shinigami mulls it over in his mind, unsure why the boy was taking it so well. I fall silent as well, wondering how the boy was planning to turn a terrible fate to his favor, this insufferable worm that wriggled his way through dirt and mud and made his home from it.

Yagami smiles confidently, “That will be more than enough time.”

“Light...” Ryuuk regards him curiously, “What are you thinking?”

“I shall look for the King of the Shinigami... and make a deal with him. Instead of warranting my safety, I’ll lend him my intelligence. An amazing strategy to rebuild the Shinigami’s rotten world.”

My jaw clenches and a dark glare wakes in my Eyes as I continue to observe my subjects discussing this idea.

Ryuuk states hesitantly, “I don’t think the old fart would be interested in that.”

Light Yagami chuckles, “Who do you think I am, Ryuuk? I’m a guy who became the God of the human world. I’ll just wheedle him.” His voice drops to a dangerous tone, “I can even kill the King if need be. Human vs Shinigami... a battle for the summit.” His lips part in a wide grin, “I’m not done yet. I will continue to amaze you, Ryuuk.”

He dusts himself off and stands up, eyes scouring the distance to look for where I might be. “Let’s go, Ryuuk. I’ll show you the genesis of the new world once more.”

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And so Kira had come to stand before me now. I know his history, and now, he knows mine. He knows that I was the cold, ruthless killer that he cut down, Beyond Birthday.

Kira stares at me in shock, terror and hatred. His expression hardens as I stand and he begins to push himself up, saying venomously, “Beyond Birthday... how dare you have me bow to someone as despicable as you.”

I put my foot on his shoulder and force him back down to the floor, ordering lowly, “Stay down.” My eyes narrow on him and my voice darkens. “This air of superiority, this condescension... sickening. You are entirely undeserving, always have been; you know me as a killer... you know nothing. You come here with your demands, and, in the face of a true God, you try to stare down your nose at me.” I press down harder. “You will learn your place, boy.”

Light’s fingertips dig at the ground as he tries to push his way up from under my foot. His hands fist and he falls silent, as though pouting under the weight of my power.

I let the contempt leak into my voice as I demand, “And so, why have you come here?”

He does not answer and I chuckle, prompting, “I know you came here with a plan.”

He clasps his lips shut tightly.

“Hnhn.” I press my foot down on the back of his neck harshly.

He grimaces and answers, “I want to offer my intelligence, to make a new world out of this rotten wasteland you rule.” He attempts to lift his head, to try to make eye contact and I put my foot on his head, forcing him down.

“You think your aid is of value to me.” I smirk. “It’s true, you created a new regime in the world of the living, didn't you. But this is not the world of the living. It is my realm. I rule here. And the way of things here transpire only according to my will.”

He growls, “Yes, but--”

“But in truth, you're only here to desperately exchange something in order to get out of punishment.”

He is silent.

“You have decided that I'm in such great need of your aid that I would make that agreement. You think you have something worth bargaining. How...” I take a moment to choose my words, smiling. “How cute.”

Light glares venomously, stating, “I was prepared to offer anything, whatever you demanded in exchange for amnesty.” His eyes weigh on me with the intensity of his stare. “But I am disgusted to discover who the King of the Shinigami Realm truly is – I would rather die now, or kill you, instead of supporting your rule.”

A thick stillness settles between us, and then I reach down to haul him up by his shirt, stating quickly and sharply, “You have no power here, boy, and you will exist for however long and in whatever way I desire. If I want to see you bleed, you will bleed, if I want to see you toil shoveling sand from one place to another with your hands, you will get on your hands and do it -- you. Belong. To me.” I punctuate each of the last four words with a violent jerk toward me, and then finish, “You will regret your arrogance for centuries, and your only hope of freedom will be to earn a single moment of mercy from me, a single breath of pity in which I will put you to death with pen and Note.”

Kira resists thrashing until I’ve pulled him close enough to my face to fix my relentless red gaze on him... and then he purses his lips together then spits in my face.

I slam him into the floor hard enough to crack the cold marble and gaze down on him with the promise of suffering filling my darkened eyes. I tear the shirt from him and use it to wipe my face, murmuring, “Yours will be a particularly difficult, and beautiful, learning process.” I cast the shirt to the side and then hurl him from me by the neck to keep from crushing his heart in my palm prematurely.

He strikes a short table beside my throne and topples over with it.

Death is no punishment; the greatest pain will be defeat, for one such as Kira. To be brought low, to be humiliated, to be captive, to be broken. My eyes narrow on him as he seeks an avenue of escape and tries to stay out of my view. I smirk and shift forms, to the more familiar dark visage of my prior humanity. I cross the room briskly and seize him by the ankle, drawing him slowly back to me, ignoring his readiness to fight entirely in favor of lifting him by the throat and pinning him to the table on the opposite side of my throne. I chuckle in anticipation as he stiffens in alarm and strip his pants from him, towering over him as I grab his thighs.

He tries to push me away but my firm grip on his legs brings him into the exact position I require. Alarm darts across his features and his arms reach out over the surface as he tries to pull himself away, demanding, “Stop! Stop it!”

I release one thigh to grab him by the jaw and turn his face to me, murmuring coldly, “Do you have any more spit? Or do you know better than to try that again?”

Light quivers and tries to break my hold, his eyes burning into me as he tries to remain resilient and strong.

I force my fingers past his lips and run over his tongue, gathering his saliva across my fingertips and relishing the opportunity to make him gag. I withdraw my fingers before he snaps his teeth shut and bring my hand down beneath him, driving my digits into him without restraint or care.

He gasps and his body wracks with a sudden spasm, and he cries out, and he tries to arch away from the penetration. His facade changes and he grips my arm with one of his hands, gasping, “Beyond! Wait, please wait. S-slow down a moment.”

I spread my fingers wide inside him and he cringes at the stretch deep inside his body, sending a shiver of delight down my spine. I wait expectantly and he says quickly, “You need to stop. It isn’t allowed for a Shinigami to have intercourse like this. There are rules.”

I smile just slightly. “Can't I. Do you think me a low rank Shinigami with restrictions and limitations? No, Light.” I lean close and tell him, “This world and everything in it, including your body, is mine; I am entitled to do whatever I want, including you.” I slowly slide my fingers out of him as I step closer.

He glances between my legs then to my face, trying desperately, “But it is impossible, isn’t it!? For a Shinigami to have sex with a human?”

“Your human body is dead, Light. This body is merely on loan to you, that you may atone for your sins,” I answer in a cool and calm voice. I take my grip off his leg to slide my hand into my pants and pull my hardened shaft out with a quiet breath in, my anticipation nearly palpable.

The smaller male springs to life, kicking energetically and thrashing to get away from me.

I grab his hips to flip him over firmly as I crouch forward and loom over him, then pull his narrow hips into my lap, lining him up with my swollen tip.

He gasps and tenses, but I thrust into his tight passage before he can say anything, and his head jerks up to release a deep scream that continues until his lungs are empty.

My organ has his entrance stretched and the length of my shaft is just as merciless on the inside of his passage, pushing and stretching it to succumb to my length. The damage an encounter like this would have on a living body is the exact reason why such acts are forbidden with a human, but now that he is the property of my realm and my rule, he has no choice but to do whatever I desire of him.

I grab his shoulder and push it down to the table surface, leaning over him rubbing my hips into his with slow circles, letting a quiet breath of pleasure slip free of me. I withdraw and use the leverage of where my feet are placed to thrust deep into his body, delivering my entire length to him in one thrust.

He fists his hands tightly and tries to resist letting out any additional sounds.

I drive myself to be rougher with each thrust, so hungry for this, craving more from him, enough to make him scream. “You don’t have anything to say? Why not try to negotiate your way out of this?” I chuckle sarcastically, drinking in the beautiful sight before me.

Light glares over his shoulder venomously at me and opens his mouth to respond, and I jump on the opportunity, swiftly pulling out to the tip and then thrusting back in to the base.

Instead of words he is only able to admit a strained cry and a stifled whimper. He forces out, “I will make you regret this.”

I laugh, “I look forward to it.” Though he is outrageously cocky and arrogant, I know he has something up his sleeve when he speaks so confidently, and I can't help but be curious about that.

He arches his back and pushes himself up onto his elbows, slowly rocking forward and back, trying to ease the pain of the forceful thrusts within his body by slowly moving with me. My hand crawls under his body and brings him up to press his back to my chest, fitting our bodies together almost seamlessly.

My organ pulsates within his tight body and he goes rigid in anticipation. I hover on the edge of climax and let my nails dig into his flesh, crushing him to me to allow me to plunge deeper. When I reach my peak, my seed bursts through him in a thick stream, coating him thoroughly. I mark him deeper than he has ever been violated before, and nothing is more satisfying; my fingertips drift down and stroke between his legs, finding his hard shaft.

He twitches but tries to not react, preferring to ignore his erect response to being raped.

I smirk and close my hand around it, pumping slow and deliberately.

Light strains, seeming to hate this nearly as much as when I was fucking him. He tries to pull off my shaft, but my hand on his hip pulls him back, refusing him any sort of comfort. “Stop it,” he whispers. His muscles quiver around my shaft, teased and tantalized. He’s forgotten how responsive and eager such a young body is, and every touch is overwhelming.

I lean forward to breathe against his ear, “No.” Instead, I pick up the pace of my hand, running my tongue over his ear.

He sucks in a breath and jerks his head away from my mouth, but it would seem this was the finishing touch that pushed him over the edge. He bites his lip, screaming within his mouth as he is brought to orgasm in my hand, with my shaft buried deep in his body.

I slowly pull back, withdrawing from him, and he lowers himself to the table, his legs and arms becoming weak under him. His eyes are distant, reflecting anger, shame, resentment, and hurt. He is almost limp and lifeless except for his tightly fisted hands.

After allowing myself to enjoy the view of my conquest, I cast my glance about the dour furnishings of my hall to decide what to do with him. If I keep him as a slave, I need to keep an eye on him. Keeping a pet like Kira brings with it a certain risk, but nothing I can't handle.

I change forms, back to the god he dares to defy, and carelessly scoop him up.

Light jerks away and tries to escape my grasp again, but his efforts are weakened by his previous defeat.

I lift into the air, letting my Shinigami wings carry me to a cage hanging from the ceiling. The cage is a dark grey metal, and covered in the familiar dust that sweeps across the realm. There are remains of shredded fabrics snagged on some of the bars. I hold onto it and look over it, and then pull open the hinged door to push Light Yagami inside. He should be fine here; there isn’t anything of value or great consequence in the cage, and it is too high up for him to try jumping.

I watch him in the cage, well pleased, but I am pulled from my thoughts when the door to the great hall opens again.

Jastin speaks to me, “If you have finished, there are things that need to be done. Don’t allow one being to distract you from all of your better work.”

The door closes and I reluctantly drop back to the floor, returning to my throne. The feeling of exhaustive boredom starts to sink in, but I smile and bar it from my mind. No amount of mundane work will taint my pleasure, my delight, my euphoria; I have Light Yagami to break the monotony, and even better than that, I have Kira to break. Period.

~*~*~*~ Author's Notes ~*~*~*~*~ I'm considering putting these stories in the main area. since they dont seem to be seen in here. but i do like having them organized, so i guess they'll stay here. Next chapter will be light's perspective. I'm so used to writing from his side, it's a bit of a challenge writing B's side. and i'm unsure if it's appreciated. I"m tempted to change it.
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