Toy

Toy
By DarkGiggle
Part 1
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Disclaimer: I don’t own DN or the characters. I make no money off this so don’t sue!

Plot: NearxLight. Near-seme x Light-uke. Maybe some MattxLight with Matt-seme x Light-uke. Non-Con, torture, language, violence, tattooing, nudity, toys and yaoi are present. Very OOC and mild for the moment. Beyond that I haven’t decided yet.

Author’s Note: I don’t even know if I’ll continue. :-) However if I do I don’t think I’ll keep it T-rated for too long. This is the unedited version. …um I’ll fix it later.
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“Kira desu.” The words were barely out of his mouth before a pain hit his left ass cheek. Suddenly his vision swam and his world rapidly went dark. He didn’t even feel the floor come up to greet him.

Near ignored all the looks of surprise and doubt everyone around him gave him. “Load him up.” He ordered then picked up his things to head for the car, leaving his agents to handle the confusion and mess.

Reaching the vehicle he saw a thin stream of smoke coming out one of the windows. Mentally he frowned, now the car would stink to smoke. “Extinguish your cigarette Matt.”

The red head poked his mop out the window. “Yea, yea. When we leave alright?”

Near said nothing to that and waited outside, in the clean air.

“So the fucker’s out now?” The blank look he got made him want to fiddle with is goggles for some reason. “Tell me again why I can’t cap him in the head right now.”

Near brought a hand up to play with his hair. “I want him alive as a souvenir.”

A nasty smirk spread on the smoker’s chapped lips. “So when you’re bored of him, can I kill him?”

He’d now formed a small knot in his white tresses. “Of course.”

Just then the limp body of Light Yagami was dragged out and stuffed in the close by van.

Before the van doors could close Matt screamed, “Who hear that you mother-fucker! I’ll be avenging Mello in a matter of days.”

Briefly Near wondered if the other’s QI score back at Wammy’s had been wrong as he didn’t see the sense in yelling at unconscious people.

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Very slowly and extremely groggily Light woke up to a white ceiling that held many small bright lights. Needless to say he shut his eyes quickly. With his orbs shut he took stock of himself and grew more alarmed with each realization. He was in a very warm room, had to have been at least 85 degrees. He was on a smooth floor. He had metal things wrapped around his outer extremities. He was stark naked!

Turning over to his stomach was difficult as his limbs were sluggish but it let his bangs shield his eyes from the intensity of the lights. He was in a large white room that was split in half by a thick, painted red line. He was on one side of the line with what appeared to be a shower and a toilet that did not have modesty in mind. On the other side were two huge empty bookcases, a circuit box and door; an open door to be exact.

Slowly he pulled himself to his knees. It was hard to, not only because his body seemed reluctant to move, but because of all the heavy metal rings on him. He had one around his neck, above each elbow, on his wrists, below each knee and on both ankles. Still he made the effort, as it was clear to him that he was intended to say in this room.

Well too bad to whoever was stupid enough to leave the door open. He was Kira dammit! He would so kill the ass-wipe who graced him with this indignity! As his thoughts turned to all the different ways to murder whoever stuck him here like this, he gained speed and was able now able to march.

As his foot crossed over the red line, his thoughts were obliterated as pain and electricity flooded his system. He let out a loud shriek and just as before his world turned black.

Stepping into the doorway Matt grinned joyfully. The supposed ‘genius’ fell for one of the oldest tricks in the books. He paused to set down his big bag and crush his cig under his boot. Walking over to the K.O.-ed one the red head stood over him.

So this was Kira. Feh! He certainly didn’t look like much. Much less like someone who could rip his very heart out of his chest and crush it. But the Bastard had! Well technically it was Kiyomi Takada, the Bitch, that had. Yet it had been on this Bastard’s orders so there!

Matt’s left leg tensed. He was immensely tempted to kick Kira’s balls back into his body but Near won’t like it if he did. Hell he’d barely managed to get what he had. Roughly he grabbed the still body, moved him far away from the line and began to position him. Face down, neck and arms pressed flat on the floor, rear end up, legs parted and ankles also pressed to the floor. Quickly jumping up and rushing to the circuit box he activated its system and the wilting form was held in place.

Now all he had to do was wait for the fucker to get up…. Nah! Boring. He got up and left the room. Maybe he would grab something to eat.

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When Light next left lala land he awoke to incredibly sore muscles. He groaned even as he flushed from the position. How humiliating! Ass up and spread wide like a wanting bitch. Trying to correct his form he pulled on his limbs. Coffee brown eyes shot open wide. He pulled again. His stomach clenched. He pulled and again and his time pushed too. Panic and adrenaline flew into him and he started to franticly fight to move.

But he couldn’t. Not even half an inch. At least not where the rings were around him. Magnetic! These stupid things had to be magnetic and they were holding him in place. Fear built in him. He knew of only one reason to position a naked man this way and he wanted no part of it!

Wildly jerking and wrenching his body brought pain to his ringed parts and created deep bruising. To his throat in particular he could already feel his skin tear. However it did not matter! So long as it got him the hell out of here and away from this place he couldn’t careless!

“You know, you’re almost cute when you wiggle like that.” Said a cool voice behind him.

Instantly, Light froze. Not moving, not breathing, not blinking.

“Aw. Keep going,” Matt said, “if you’ve got ASSets, why not shake ’em?” As expected Kira remained deathly still. “Well then on to the main event.”

Light felt a dread slip into him and it was all he could do to gallantly hold still. Come what ever may come he would not give this prick the satisfaction of forcing a reaction out of him. He decided he would handle this like a man and keep as much of his pride as possible intact. Yet at the first light touch of a rough fingertip to his perineum he flinched.

Inwardly Matt chuckled. This was going to be fun.

The Yagami male curse himself for the small move and tried to send his mind elsewhere but it was very hard to when the sound of a zipper unzipping reached his nervous ears. The smell of hydrogen peroxide snuck into the air and was followed by the sensation of a wet rag running over the back of his balls, perineum, hole, crack and some of his cheeks. He abruptly hissed and an unexpected burning hit his moistened area. But he had no time to think on this as a buzzing sound took over the pervious silence of the room. Oh Kami! This prick was even going to use a toy on him!

As the buzzing drew near his pucker involuntarily clenched. However this thing didn’t hit his anus, it went lower and it hurt! Light screamed as a sharp vibrating tip touched his perineum and tore the top of the delicate skin there.

He knew what was happening now and he fought, as much from pain as from outrage, to get away from the needle. This prick was tattooing him! In the very worst of places! Yet as a hand went to his hip to hold him still all hope was lost.

Through the choking the collar on his throat was giving him Light was still able to let out screeches and shouts of agony. With every new millimeter the needle covered new waves searing pain hit him. With every touch of the needle his nerves pulsated with suffering. With every deep press of the fucker behind him his torment increased.

This was not mind numbing, it was mind shattering. This was torture in its purest essence as far as the brunet was concerned, and at such a level that his brain switched to running on unadulterated instinct, because this pain did not throb or ache. No, it remained fresh, acute and vivid, pounding into him like a mini-jackhammer. All too soon his voice grew hoarse and only anguished burbles would come out, leaving him to scream in his head.

The feel of the sizzling, wounded, sensitive skin prevented him from realizing when it was over. Only when the buzzing in his ears quieted did he notice. Now it ached, stung and throbbed!

Matt looked back at his work. A perfect, simple capital “N” was branded on the skin between Kira’s asshole and ball sack. Oh he needed a picture of this, luckily he was prepared! Grabbing his camera out of his bag he took a quick snapshot. Hmm. He would have to come back again for another picture once the blood and bruising was gone. For now he would settle for a face shot.

Walking around to Kira’s head he was disappointed to see a lack of tears. There was liquid sure, as snot and spittle, however no satisfying tears. He took the picture none-the-less. It would show Kira’s tongue lolling out and the pained haze he was in. Feh! A pain that was only a tenth of what he felt when Mello died.

The second flash brought some semblance of himself back in time to see the twisted fuck. He recognized the red head instantaneously. Him! That little brat bastard! But he knew his name, his real name and he would have tremendous pleasure in writing down his name once he got his Death Note back.

Seeing sense return to the coffee colored eyes, Matt squatted down to better face the brunet. He smirked. “I originally wanted to brand you the old fashioned way. Like with a nice, fiery hot poker.” He laughed lowly. “But hearing you scream like that was well worth the trade.” The smirked slipped away and Matt out right glared. “Don’t think I’m done with you yet, this is just the beginning Kira.” He snared. “Or should I say, dolly? ‘Cause that’s what you are now. With a name on you and everything.” He got up. “Later Dolly.”

A thousand curse words rocketed about in Light’s mind, words that his throat was in no shape to spit out, so he stayed silent and glared bloody murder with his eyes. He kept his glare even as the little bastard left his view, picked up his stuff and left the room, without deactivating the magnetic rings.

Alone in the room his blood boiled and scorching, white hatred sunk into his soul. He would have revenge for this and it would be grand; the stuff of legends!

Though for now he would sleep and escape the pain that took up each fiber of his being. Sleep somehow came easily and deeply. So much so that he did not hear the door open again.

Socked feet paddled into the room and up to his new toy. Near looked at the dark “N” amid the still glistening blood. It wasn’t a particularly pleasant sight, but at least his new toy was labeled his like all his other toys. Though why Matt choose there of all places Near wasn’t sure; it was messy to put it there and now the ventilation system would need to be turned up to get rid of the smell. Emotionless eyes shifted to the restrained limbs and noted the heavy, violet bruising. His toy would not be suitable to play with for some time. With that he went back to the door, turned off the magnetic system and left.

Slowly gravity did its job and Light’s unconscious form was eventually flat on the floor.

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End Part 1
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