My Pet

My Pet

Light and Mello...

In the end...not even L's protégé’s could defeat the new god. Not that they hadn't tried. Oh, how they had tried and almost succeeded. But god...could not be defeated.
Or atleast, that's how Mikami had put it to Mello, the only survivor from Wammy's House.
Yes, they were all dead now. There would be no one to take up L's stead, no one to defy him any more. Kira was law...was order...was life.
Light Yagami had won the war and so he soaked in its glory. He would sit on his throne, Misa by his side as his Queen, Mikami as his right hand and Mello, by his feet, as his slave.
Mello...
Mello lay on the floor in his bedroom. Light had taken permanent residence in the old Head Quarters L had built. It served all his needs and Mello resided in one of the rooms, locked in until Light specified otherwise.
'Misa.'
'Yes Light.'
'I'm going to play with our new pet. Stay here with Mikami. Anything happens, you know what to do.'
Misa's smile was dark as she waved once to Light. Had Light changed her...Misa had never really given a second thought to killing people, but now she relished in it, she liked it...
Light left and got in the elevator, smiling to himself as he headed to Mello's floor. What would he do with him...the possibility's were endless.
Getting out and walking quietly to the room, tapping in the new security code he had placed there before entering. Mello was still on the floor, but he looked up immediately as Light entered, only to growl and move away like a wild cat, being stalked by its own prey.
'What's wrong Mello...don't you want to see me?'
'Let me go.'
'I'm afraid not.' Light approached and bent over him, seeing the marks Misa had left on his back from playing with him a few days ago.
'Misa was a bit harsh on you wasn't she. But she does like to play...to burn.' Light touched one of the unhealed burns and Mello cried out, head flinging back as he tried to scramble away, hard as it was when he was bound.
Light smirked and knelt down infront of Mello, jerking his head forwards so their eyes met.
'Does it hurt Mello?'
Mello only stared defiantly back, but Light could see the fear in those eyes, the hesitation, the despair, the loneliness.
'You truly are beautiful Mello.'
'Leave me alone!'
Light wrenched Mello's head back by a handful of hair and watched as Mello fought against him. His hands are handcuffed together, his feet tied, so he stood no chance of getting away.
'Perhaps I should call Misa and Mikami again...I know those two can be a nasty pair.' Light threatened softly, watching Mello's eyes widen.
'No...please. Don't call them.' Mello begged quietly. Light was mildly surprised that he got that reaction so quickly. Those two really must have down some terrible damage to him. As it was, Light had been away for a few days, giving Misa and Mikami free rein with Mello. It looked like they had had too much fun.
Light took hold of Mello's hands and produced a key from his pocket, unlocking the handcuffs and letting them fall to the floor. Mello stared at him curiously, only to be dragged to his feet and dumped unceremoniously onto the bed, on his back, where his hands were wrenched above his head and handcuffed to the bed post instead
Light then undid the rope around Mello's feet, but he did not retie those, only watched Mello's reactions.
'What are you going to do?' Mello asked.
'Mello...I know that you know that already.' Light replied slipping off his jacket, followed by his shirt before placing them over a chair. Mello's worry began to show in his face and he began to move his legs around, pulling at the cuffs.
'I told Mikami he wasn't allowed to take you before me. But Misa, well, I know she's taken full advantage of you and your attributes.' Light's hand moved over Mello's crotch, massaging him through his leather trousers.
'Ah...please.'
Light cocked an eyebrow, 'Begging already Mello. How unbecoming of you.'
Mello scowled and turned his head the other way, but Light took hold of his chin and made him look back.
'Don't turn away from me...I'll be gentle, I promise.'
Light then climbed on top of Mello, eventually straddling him. He let his fingertips caress Mello through the material of his top, before he slowly began to slide it off, pulling it up Mello's handcuffed arms and leaving it there.
It seemed the terrible twosome had also gone to work on Mello's chest, which was littered with the scars and cuts of their past playing. Light ran a hand down him, a feather light touch that Mello barely felt. Why was Light, no Kira, being so...gentle?
'I promised didn't I? To be honest with you, I'd prefer it if you were willing to be a my lover, but since I know I'll have to break you for that, right now I'll just show you, what a great gentle lover I can be.'
Mello looked up at Light. Was it the lack of sleep or food, or maybe the thoughts had been in Mello's head since he had first seen Light. Surely he wasn't the only one...who thought Kira was beautiful.
Light lent down and pressed his lips to Mello's in a barely there touch, encouraging Mello to push against him.
How long had it been since Light had taken him as his pet? Days, weeks, months...he had no account of time whilst he had been locked in this room. Yet, the sheer loneliness had been overwhelming. Knowing, that everyone was dead...Near, L...All that was left was their murderer and his companions.
The beautiful and intelligent Kira, who in the end had outwitted them all and had the world at his feet. The stunning and slightly aloof Misa, who held the eyes of the Shinigami and had eventually captured Light's heart to be his Queen, his wife. Lastly Mikami, cold and honest like a warrior for his King, in this case...his God.
And then there was Mello, their play thing, they're trophy. He had fought the violation of Misa, the burnings and the whippings. He had been made to pledge his allegiance to Kira by Mikami, to swear to serve him. And he had expected no less from Light, but it was different. And in that moment Mello realised...that he almost...wanted this. He could bare the torment of the others, if only for this one moment with their God. One moment were he wasn’t writhing in pain and made to suffer such humiliation. He would…do anything for that.
Mello suddenly leaned upwards into the kiss, forcefully pushing his tongue into Light's mouth. Surprised by the sudden change in heart Light pulled away and looked down at Mello.
But Mello said nothing, only followed Light and nibbled on his bottom lip, wanting his God to kiss him again. Light wrapped his fingers in Mello's slightly messy hair, its natural softness as alluring as the rest of him.
Mello's lips suddenly moved from his own and attached themselves to his neck, Light moving his head to the side to give Mello more access. Mello nibbled at the incredibly smooth skin, his tongue tracing the pulse in Light's neck.
'Emmm...Mello.' Light whispered.
Mello was struggling against the handcuffs, he wanted to touch his God, but knew better then to ask. So he continued pleasuring his god as best he could, until Light took over, pushing Mello back down onto the bed, fingers already working their way to his incredibly tight leather trousers.
As the leathers were slowly worked off, Mello grew harder. Light was looking at him with such intensity, Mello's skin was on fire. The leather's disappeared as did his boxers and Mello was left naked on the bed, for Light's eyes to devour and hands to roam.
'Ah...ahhh...Light.' Mello breathed, head turning back and forth, hands clutching at the cuffs that kept him on the bed.
Light manoeuvred himself in between Mello's legs, fingers wrapping smoothly around Mello's hard length. He watched Mello's reactions, as he gently began moving his hand up and down, his thumb brushing the head every so often. Mello pulled at the cuffs, almost whining.
Light only smiled, lowering his head suddenly and flicking his tongue out, licking the precum gathered there before engulfing Mello's entire length, chuckling around the blonde's cock as he screamed. Mello couldn't help it; it was as though Light already knew his body like the back of his own hand. Knew where to lick him, to entice those mewling sounds and get him to forget his dignity and cry out. As though he knew every contour, every line, every small detail of the blonde's body.
Light however, pulled away from his desire and that was what made Mello cry out the most. His cock was so hard; precum leaking down the sides and eventually onto the bed sheets and yet now Light kept avoiding that spot, no matter how much Mello thrusted.
Light pulled away completely, smirking at Mello's little whine before placing his hands on Mello's agile hips, stopping his thrusts.
'Touch yourself for me Mello.'
Mello sat up as much as he could, watching as Light lent over him, unlocking the cuffs once again and letting Mello's arms fall free.
'Touch yourself.' Light repeated, sitting back on the bed and waiting. Mello took a moment to look at Light, sat before him, legs underneath him but spread open. Light's tousled hair, which framed his face even better now in a sort of wild look that caught Mello's eye immediately. Then that beautiful torso, slightly tanned skin working over tight knots of muscle, barely visible, but noticeably there.
Mello realised he was staring and looked away, but not before casting a glance downwards, and over Light's hidden crotch.
Mello lent back against the head board and opened his legs, one hand finding its way to the hardness settled between them. He had never done this for anyone else...not even Matt.
As soon as he wrapped his fingers around himself, he gasped, feeling the rush rising already. He didn't move his hand for a moment, calming himself before he began to stroke himself, opening closed eyes to see if Light was still watching. He was...and with half lidded eyes and sitting there with a body posture that oozed sexuality - it made Mello twitch in his hand and his hand sped up, pumping fast.
He was certain Light knew why he had picked up sped, and Light moved backwards off the bed, unzipping his trousers and pushing them to the floor. His erection was clearly outlined by tight black boxers which were done away with shortly after. Mello’s hand sped up even fast, the sight infront of him one of perfection. Light got back onto the bed, making sure to display his body to the heavily panting Mello, who was now thrusting his hips into his hand, the other hand running up and down his body, eyes firmly glued to Light.
'That's it Mello. Do it harder...'
Mello obeyed, aware he wouldn't last much longer at this rate, and was sure Light also knew this.
'Stretch yourself for me Mello.'
Mello's hand slowed down for a moment, his eyes widening incredibly. The hand running up and down his chest stopped and he hesitated.
'I want to see you prepare yourself for me Mello.' Light was stroking his own arousal at a calm pace, more showing off his state then trying to arouse himself further, 'Finger yourself.'
Mello still hesitated and Light leaned backward, picking up his trousers before tossing Mello a tube of lube.
'Do it. Otherwise I'll go in dry.'
Mello took the lube and opened it, squeezing some out onto his fingers before dropping it on the bed. One hand went back to stroking, the other lubed hand slowly coming underneath his bent leg and toward his entrance.
'Turn over. You don't need to stroke yourself anymore.'
Mello nodded, letting go of his heavy erection and turning over onto all fours. He opened his legs, displaying his portal to Light, whose grip on his erection tightened. Mello moved his hand again and slowly pushed one of his fingers in. He clenched his teeth, but did not stop to adjust, moving it in and out.
'That's it Mello. That's a good boy.'
Mello moved his finger faster, soon followed by a second finger, his head buried in the pillow, body moving back and forth with the intrusion of his fingers.
'Don't keep yourself quiet Mello. I want to hear you like before.' Light's hands were stroking his back and Mello could feel Light's cock against his backside.
He kept moving his fingers in and out, burying a third into himself, having already seen Light's admirable size. Light's hands continued to stroke him, coming round the front to touch his nipples, Mello's head shooting back when gentle fingers wrapped around his cock.
'Keep pushing into yourself Mello. Let me hear you.'
But now Light's hand was pumping him in rhythm with his own fingers and Mello cried out, 'I'm going to come! Please...let go Light.'
'But I want you to come for me.' Light told him, whispering it sensually against his ear, 'Come for me...Mello.'
Mello let out a high pitched scream, fingers twisting and hitting his prostrate, cock jumping in Light's hand and spurting his come all over the bed, a dribble on himself. Mello's hand left his entrance, coming to hold him up as he soaked in the ecstasy of his orgasm.
However, Light placed both of his hands on Mello's cheeks, pulling them apart to see the entrance Mello had just opened for him. Light said nothing, but positioned himself and pushed in, surprising Mello who lurched forward, almost smacking his head on the bed.
Light gave Mello no time to adjust either and pounded in and out of him like an animal. Hands on his hips, listening to Mello's groans and cries beneath him Light found a hard, punishing pace, Mello's hands gripping the sheets to keep himself from hitting the bed.
'God, your so tight Mello.' Light breathed, grabbing hold of Mello's hair and pulling his head back, 'It feels amazing.'
Mello couldn't reply, cock now back to full hardness, desperately trying to breath as his lover buried himself deep and deeper inside him, hitting his prostrate continually.
'Light! Light...Ahhh...ennn....'
'Yes Mello.' Light said, reaching his other hand around and taking hold of Mello's cock again, 'Come with me this time Mello.'
The room smelled of sex and sweat. The air filled with the cries and yells of coupling. The noise of the creaking bed beneath them and the low hum of the cameras situated around the room, all recording.
Light made a feral noise, slamming hard in Mello as well as pulling hard on the blonde's erection, their cries mixing together as they came.
Mello's arms could no longer hold him and he fell to the bed, out of breath, body sated, feeling satisfied. Light pulled out of him slowly, carefully, knowing they would both be sensitive before he sat down on the bed beside him.
'Mello.'
'Yes?'
'Clean me.'
Mello moaned tiredly, but did not disobey. He moved down the bed, turning around and lying between Light's legs, taking his erection into hand. He did not hesitate to completely engulf him, letting his tongue ravish the hardness that had just been so deep inside him.
Light's fingers tangled in his hair moving his head, setting the pace. Mello continued to suck on him, tasting the come of his lover and the essence of himself. He could already feel himself growing hard again just at the taste, and tried to hide it by pressing harder into the bed where he rocked back and forth gently.
'Hard again? Mello...'
Mello did not look at his lover, only continued to suck on him.
'That's enough Mello.'
Mello moved away and sat up, watching Light watching him. Light suddenly stood up and cast his eyes around the room.
'Get your clothes; you'll be staying in a room nearer mine from now on.'
Mello scrambled off the bed, despite the lack of energy, pulling on his clothes and watching as Light did as well.
But before they left, Light stopped him at the door.
'You are my pet Mello. The pet of Kira. But it does not mean I won't allow the others to use you. But I promise...I will not let them take you.'
'Thank you.'
Light opened the door and Mello walked out slowly, looking down the hall for any signs of life, other then themselves. Light closed and locked the door behind him, before leading the way upstairs.
When in the elevator, Light turned to Mello.
'Mello?'
'Yes.'
'I'll tend to those wounds for you.'
Mello looked at Light for a moment, fully expecting his wounds to be left like they were. He then smiled...


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