Bitch

“Bitch”

Warning: This contains a graphic depiction of rape and then death. There will be blood, ’toys’, and swearing aplenty. Oh yeah and there will be a voyeur and masturbation.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, nor am I making any money from this story. I only own the right to create this as I see fit.

Characters:
-Mello
-Matt
-Light Yagami

A/N: Just to vent out my frustration on a certain much hated Death Note character by my more preferred characters. I wish I could say a certain something inspired it, but in all honesty, I am just venting out of pure frustration, just to vent. I figured this would be a ‘healthy’ way of doing so without coming off as looking like a total psycho *eye twitch*. There is no real plot to this, all canon events up to the point where Mello and Matt are conducting their investigation on Misa Amane have occurred as normal. From this point on, it’s all me.

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“Is this him?” The blonde figure looked at his slightly taller red headed companion.
“Yeah, the blonde bitch was able to give me an accurate description before I put her out of commission.” The pair was currently looking down at a young Japanese male, Light Yagami, the infamous ‘Kira’. The red head had been stalking him for a week before at last apprehending him while the other was distracted with some other thing in his direct vision. It was not easy taking him down, the red head almost regretted having marked that untouched skin with a bruise caused by the hard leather gloves he wore at the time. Knocked him completely out before moving the body to the current location.

Not far from the pair’s location, there was a cardboard box containing several of their ‘toys’ used in their interrogation sessions. The blonde walked to the aforementioned box and pulled out a wooden paddle, rotating it and testing the firmness.
“Go and wake him up Matt,” said the blonde with a sneer. The red head nodded and walked to the unconscious form. Using his combat boot, he at first nudges the unmoving form, then gives a more solid kick. A loud cough resonated and amber eyes shot open unfocused and confused.
“Wake the fuck up, ya bleedin’ fag.” This was spoken in Japanese with a more Irish accent to the words. Another kick to the side sent the young man to his side.
“Sure, kick him down when he’s doing just what you asked him. Pull him the fuck up.”

The red head groaned and reached down and grabbed a handful of light brown hair, pulling up the older male up, making the other wince in pain. The red head then moved behind him ad locked his arms by his side with one arm, and used the other to hold his throat. Light tried to struggle out of his grip, but the taller younger male only tightened his grip on his throat and hissed into his ear, “I wouldn’t continue to do that if I were you.” When the struggling resumed, the red head clamped on the throat tightly for a few seconds and punched his side, stopping the struggling, and making him unconscious again.
“You fucking idiot. Scratch that, I take it back. Let’s tie him up before he wakes again.”

The pair use their belts as makeshift ties for the older male’s limbs. They move him into a sitting position against a pole, using some extension cord to hold him there. The blonde walks in front of the Japanese male and unties his laces and pulls down the front of his pants a little. The red head’s eyes go a little wider at seeing this.
“What the fuck, Mells? What are you intending to do?” The blonde only grins and then focused his attention back to the older Japanese male and strains a little bit. A stream of urine flows onto the so-called ‘God’, stirring him from sleep. The red head only laughs as the stream continues to flow.
“Man, you’re sick.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet. I’ve learned a few tricks in the Mafia when interrogating people like him. This is hardly foreplay.” He finishes and puts himself back into the leathers, fixing up the laces tightly. Matt only backs off a little, the musky fumes making him dizzy. At the same time, Light wakes up and sees a pair of black legs. He looks up questioningly, then something strange fills his nose. He inhales then immediately gags, the strong odor of piss overtaking his other senses. It explains why his face felt warmer that usual.
“You bastard! What do you think you are doing?!” He shouts in fluent Japanese. Mello only continues to look down at the brown haired male with a twisted smile on his face.

"What does it smell like? I'm marking you as my territory." Mello's Japanese was just as fluent, but his was accented a little more into the British that he'd grown up with. Light tries to kick upwards with one leg, but soon finds out that it is useless as both legs are tied up.
“Nice try, but I’m afraid you are not going anywhere pretty boy. Light looks up at the face of his captor and something clicks. His eyes go wider, sparking confusion into the blonde.
“I-I know your face! I’ve seen it before! You’re Mello!” The red head’s gaze immediately snaps to his friend, a look of shock was etched into his features. The blonde had the same expression for a moment longer then his eyes glare hatefully. He crouches way down and with a brief glance to the paddle in his hand, he uses that to slap the side of Lights face forcefully.
“How the fuck do you know who I am?!” There was a groan of pain, Light’s cheek now had a dark bruise, the paddle’s force breaking several blood vessels under the skin. Light’s right eye was closed and his jaw grit. An outline of a tongue could be seen feeling around the area. He spit out some blood and a couple teeth with it. The blonde gripped the stained chin with a gloved hand and pulled Light’s face so that he is facing him. The red head remains nearby, not making any move to do anything, a fringe of hair partially obscuring his vision.

“Answer me, you fuck!” Light looks at the blonde with contempt and at first does not say anything. Matt knew better than anyone that his friend had the patience of a speeding bullet, and that testing that patience was often fatal. Seeing as that he wanted the Japanese man alive, this was pushing it already.
“I’d answer the question. He’s being extremely generous with you. Don’t question me, just answer him.” Light glared then spat out another mouthful of blood, some of it landing on Mello’s vest. Blue eyes became slits, but he did not make any retaliatory move.
“A few of my men went to a place called Wammy’s house and got hold of a pair of drawings from a woman named Linda.” He kept his composure, his voice shook a little, but otherwise calm. Mello wiped the blood off of his vest slowly, and brought that to the Japanese man’s forehead and wiped a horizontal line across it. He then stood up slowly and with a sneer, he spits right onto the top of Lights head and backs off. His path is directed towards the cardboard box, the paddle was replaced by some thin metal cord and a hunting knife. Light took notice and his breath quickened a little more. Matt took notice and he smiled.
“I don’t know what he has in store for you, but I can say that it is most definitely not going to be pleasant. It never is with anyone he deals with.”
“Shut the fuck up, Matt.” The red head muttered a grunted reply then fished out a pack of cigarettes and pulled out a cancer stick, lighting it up and taking a welcomed puff into his lungs. He held in the smoke and with a grin, he walks to Light and leans down and blows the smoke into his face. Light coughs hoarsely.

The blonde was on the sidelines watching with a frown. Light leaned against his binds and tried to get out of them, the red head only chuckling before backing off.
“Those things are dangerous you know that? Better quit while you can.” Matt only laughed, taking another long drag before blowing the smoke from his nose.
“You’re not the only one who’s tried that with me. I’m quite happy knowing I’ll be nothing but a walking corpse one day. I accepted that fate a long time ago.”
“Matt. I want you to untie the cord and free his arms, but keep the belt tying them together on.”
“Got it, boss.” The red head leaned down to start tying the cords, but before he did, he pulled free a powerful revolver and placed that between the legs.
“This is a warning that if you try to free yourself, you will be made useless, got it? Now don’t fucking try to do anything that is going to set this off.” He let another blast of smoke invade Light’s space, inducing another fit of coughing.
“Heh…virgin lungs…”

Soon enough Light’s upper body was freed while his lower half was still tied up. The blonde strode over and using the thin wire, he ties up his hands above his head and cuts the wire at a point. With another strip, he ties his neck to the pole and repeats the action. He unties the belt securing the arms and tosses it to Matt, who takes it and places it back on his pants.
“Say Matt?” The blonde was currently focusing his attention to the bound ‘God’ in front of him, not breaking eye contact.
“What is it?” Was the bland reply.
“I think that this ‘God’ deserves some special treatment. What say we help him deal with some more primal business?”
“Be my guest, Mells. I don’t swing that way.” The red head took a final drag of his cigarette and made to toss it away, but instead went to the blonde and handed it to him.
“He deserves this though. It was really his fault you have the scars now, you know?” The blonde grinned wickedly and brought the cig to Lights left cheek and pressed the embers into the once flawless skin. The scream that filled the area made the duo burst into a fit of laughter.
“He even screams like a virgin bitch. Hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a virgin.” Matt chuckled at this then suddenly became very thoughtful.
“Hey Mells, care to find out?” The blonde grinned that twisted grin and grabbed Light’s chin and moved it away, stroking the side of his face in a mock gently manner.
“I think that is something we can find out.” He stood up again and made a trip back to the box, keeping the wire cutters handy and placing the remaining wire into the box. There was some shuffling of objects being moved around and then, “Aha! Got it this time,” to which the blonde looked over his shoulder, his twisted grin made darker by a glaring of his eyes. This unnerved Light and he gulped a bit too audibly; Matt only laughing at his reaction before grinning at his friend.

“Oh do have some mercy on the poor, pitiful Jap. He’s too small.” Sarcasm was laced into every syllable, only serving to unnerve Light further.
“Or is he? Shit Mells, he just radiates faggotry, starting to make me think thoughts a straight man shouldn’t think.” Mello only laughed and continued to shuffle through the box, pulling out a frayed end of a wooden pole, a lead pipe, binding cord, a cock ring, and a latex covered dildo. These he carried back in an armful then made another trip back, shuffling about and pulling free a can of motor oil, and another barbaric looking knife. He carried these back and set them on the ground next to the other objects, well away from Light’s reach.
“Well then, shall we get started? Matt, when I ask you to, hand me one of the toys, got it?”
“No problem. Shall do.” Mello got back into a crouching position in front of the Japanese male, who was confused by the new dialogue between the other men; English was one language that he did not understand, much to his dismay.

Mello reached and ran a gloved hand through still moist hair observing how the hair fell around the fingers. He trailed his hand to the side of Light’s face and softened his gaze a little, tilting his head as if he was admiring his features lovingly. Light swallowed air and a tiny bit of sweat formed that then started to trail down his right cheek. This was noticed by the blonde who then leaned way in and used his tongue to lap up the stray salty fluid. Light flinched away from the contact, or tried to, forgetting that his throat was bound to the pole by the thin wire. It momentarily cut off his air supply and he gagged, getting his head back to where it was.
“Sorry pretty boy, but you are entirely under my control. When I feel generous enough to free your pretty little face, I will do so. Until then, I would strongly suggest that you refrain from moving yourself.” He stroked the side of Light’s face and moved his head over until their lips were hovering. He reached and pulled out the hunter’s knife and brandished it over the older male’s face.
“One little nip and you will earn yourself some marks that will eventually make you look undesirable even to yourself. Keep up the protests and unacceptable noises and you will be less of a man than you think you are…Kira” Before Light could utter a protest, Mello crashed their lips together, using his hands to hold them together. A tongue edged itself along Light’s lips, demanding entry. When it was not immediately granted, the tongue forced itself between the lips and proceeded to lick the area that the teeth could not protect. A soft moan escaped, barely audible to the red head who stood nearby, looking in another direction.

Mello continued to assault the inside of the older male’s mouth with tongue, the rest of the inside of the mouth was denied any further entry. Edging forward then finally straddling the other’s lap, Mello began to gently grind into the other’s crotch area and using his left hand, began to stroke Light’s chest in slow, lazy moments. He broke their mouths apart, flushed a little and panting. Mello averted his gaze from Light’s as if ashamed he was committing such an act, but his pelvis continued its lazy pace. An uncomfortable feeling began to grow in the older man’s lower regions. Mello took the hunter’s knife and began to cut the cloth from Light’s chest, keeping the path as straight as possible and not rushed. When enough space was gained, he set the small blade to the side and using his hands, tore the shirt off aggressively. It pooled around his elbow area, the blonde looking at the unblemished chest with mock admiration, even going as far as letting his eye lids close halfway and letting a lazy smile appear.

Light on the other hand was feeling extremely uncomfortable with the situation. Confused an even somewhat angry. Here he was, confined by Mello and his apparent lackey Matt; held against his will, his idiot wife murdered in cold blood, but still his wife nonetheless. He was straight damnit! He wanted to scream it in their faces, but the bruises and now a burn scar would be a reminder of their heartless cruelty. He was not Kira either, he was on their side by all means. Wherever they got their information from, it was obviously from some false source. He was doing his best to catch the very person they were accusing him to be. He decided to risk talking to them, regardless of the consequences.
“I’m not who you think I am, alright? I am on your side here.” The blonde’s gaze hardened then and with a speed that Light had not been anticipating, his face was slapped harshly to the right.
“You are fucking lying! I know very well who you are. You are Kira, the man who killed my idol, my father-figure, my friend. Big headed Near thought that he could get to you before me, tch! He had another thing coming. You are under my control, you fucking monster and I am not going to let you go until I’ve had my fun.” Why did those words suddenly sound so Goddamn ominous just then?

Mello returned his attention to the older man’s chest and with both hands, he pinched his nipples hard and twisted, earning a pained groan from the other. He grinned that twisted grin then backed up a bit so that he could lean in and lick at one of the nipples, lapping the nub as if it were some kind of confection. Light’s nerves trilled and he groaned again, this one not-so pained sounding. Mello chuckled then pinched the licked nipple, using his tongue to attack the other nub as a distraction. Light writhed, trying to shake him off, biting his lips to stifle another groan that threatened to make itself heard.
“St-stop it! This isn’t right.”
“You’re right, you are absolutely fucking right. It’s not right that I should be treating you without getting something in return.” Mello unzips the leather vest and tosses it to the side he goes into a crouched position that placed his chest in front of Light’s mouth, using the bar as a support.
“Lick my chest. Go ahead.” This was obviously not what Light had in mind, so he did the first regrettable action of their encounter. He licked a nipple then bit down. Hard.
“You asshole! You’re going to regret doing that! Matt, get me the motor oil and let me borrow your matches.” The red head grunted his reply and handed him a book of matches half used and the motor oil. He grinned that twisted grin and dipping into the oil with a finger, he took it back out saturated and with that, he began to trace out a letter on his skin. Light’s eyes grew in shock as the letter ‘M’ took shape on his chest. Mello wiped the excess oil off with Light’s shirt and took the book of matches and in one fluid motion, ignited the wooden match.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to bite you.”
“Liar.” The match was brought to the skin and the oil caught fire, heating the skin there. The temperature was more intense in some areas than others, the oil thickness varied where it was wiped. Light cried out in agony as his flesh was being burned, the skin actually peeling a bit.
“Fuck you! Fuck you and your fucking bitch! Fuck you both!”

If Mello was not already holding him down with his weight, the flames would have already spread, causing more damage than would have been necessary. In one swift motion, he took his vest and set the skin side down to extinguish the flames. The scent of burned flesh filled the air, causing the red head to cough and use his fur trimmed vest as a filter of sorts. It was a scent that Mello was familiar with, but it did not stop him from coughing a bit on his own.
“Matt, get the water from the car outside. Bring the painkillers too, and get me a bar.”
“Will do. I’ll be back in less than 2 minutes.”
“Hurry the fuck up.” The red head began to jog out of the area, combat boots making a clomping sound that grew distant. Light was shaking and cringing I pain, the hissing and light sobs that escaped were a testament to his suffering. Mello was not a sympathetic person though and he took the time to direct Light’s gaze to his own, eyes hard and emotionless.
“Let this be a little lesson to you. Continue to act up the way you have been, and there will be nothing left of your soul to be called human anymore. I hate anyone who is no longer human.” He reaches for the wire cutters and frees the older man’s throat wire. Light gasped for the air that was slowly being cut off by the wire. If he could rub the sore spot, he would have, but his arms were still bound and lost their feeling some time ago.

The sound of combat boots echoing closer got the attention of both men and their attention diverted to the opening. Not long after, the red head appeared, carrying the items requested and a portable gaming system. He walked to Mello and handed him the water, painkillers and a chocolate bar. Mello opened the pill bottle and dumped a single pill out and handed that to Light’s mouth.
“Take it. It will help a little. I don’t want my plaything breaking down on me just yet.” Light glared, but took the pill. The water bottle was placed at his lips and tilted to allow a small amount of water to flow in. Light swallowed the pill with the water then the bottle was taken away. Mello took a healthy swig of the water then swallowed loudly, managing only to keep a small amount of water in his mouth. He unwrapped some foil from the chocolate bar and bit off a corner piece. This he chewed and swished around in his mouth, the whole time, his gaze never leaving Light’s. He brought their mouths together and forced the chocolate-y water concoction into the other’s mouth, then clamped his hand over the elders mouth.
“Swallow it.” Light winced at the too warm liquid in his mouth, but managed to swallow it, restraining the urge to gag and throw it all up. The chocolate bar soon replaced the lips of the younger, the softened edge was rubbed onto his lips until they were sufficiently coated with the soft solid. A tongue began to lick away the chocolate, the soft moan of appreciation told Light that chocolate was one thing that the blonde had a lot of love for. Something told him it was not the first time that the blonde has used chocolate in food play.

The blonde returned his position to that of straddling him. After the chocolate had been licked clean, Mello started to do something that he’d not been expecting. The blonde gripped the side of Light’s stomach and pressed his crotch harshly into his own and thrust forwards, moaning softly as he did so. He repeated the action over again, essentially dry humping him slowly. The friction was sending more unwanted pleasurable sensations into his lower gut.
“Stop this! I don’t want this from you!” It was futile, it only caused the blonde to double his efforts, the hands that were at his sides went to the hem of his pants. Mello stopped only to get the hunting knife and cut loose the belt, then the cotton material, the last barrier that would protect him from the blonde’s advances. Not to mention, the pain killers had not taken their effect on him just yet, so he was hissing his protests. Mello raised into a squatting position, pulling off Light’s pants and using the knife to cut the pant legs free that were still bound from the cord. Last to go were his boxer briefs and Light visibly flinched, diverting his gaze away in shame and anxiety.
“Matt, the cock ring please.” The red head went to the small collection on the floor and bent over to retrieve the small metal band that did not look like it resembled what it was supposed to.
“Bring the dildo as well while you’re at it.” His friend groaned in frustration and picked up the phallus. He brought both of them to the blonde and the retreated into the same spot, deliberately distracting himself from the action, though already his body had involuntarily reacted to the sounds from his friend.

Mello took the cock ring and instead of placing it on Light, he placed it on himself, but only after removing the leather pants from his person. He gripped Light’s sex and began to pump it slow, forcing the older into arousal.
“Please…stop this! I’ve told you I don’t want any -uhn- part of this!”
“Your cock tells me otherwise.” Mello removed the condom from the dildo and placed it over Light’s shaft. Once he was covered, Mello took the dildo and placed it to Light’s mouth.
“Suck it and don’t stop until I tell you to, or until I remove it myself.” These words were caught on the ears of the red head who looked their way. His friend had never done this to any of their other interrogated victims. He saw the dildo disappear between the lips of the unwilling participant/so-called “God” and his sex twitched in response. The sight of his friend’s ass hole lingering above the other man’s cock only made him respond involuntarily.
“Fuck…” was all he muttered at the unnecessarily turn-on before him. While Mello fucked Light’s mouth with the dildo, he positioned himself above the fleshy shaft and lowered himself onto it, hissing at the entry. Matt’s eyes widened, noticing for the first time that Light was actually quite well endowed.
“Fucking hell, there goes all the Asian insults I was planning to throw at him,” he muttered. He pulls free another cig and lights it up using a butane lighter he had in his pocket.

Mello starts to move himself on Light, lifting and lowering himself repetitively, grunting a little with the effort. He’d used one arm to brace himself while holding the dildo against the mouth of the older Japanese male. Light was still performing fellatio on the dildo, albeit poorly and gagging half the time. The blonde was still willing himself to accept the girth that he had made little preparation for.
“Shit,” he hissed, “I wasn’t expecting this at all! Your wife was one lucky lady. Too bad she’ll never get that chance again.” He continued to thrust himself on Lights’ shaft then took out the dildo, using both arms to brace himself and to further impale himself. This continued for some time before the blonde removed himself from Light, panting and flushed. He removes the cock ring and strokes his own shaft, lubricating then with a pained grunt, ejaculating all over Light’s face. He buckled, nearly losing his balance, but holding his own while he settled down.

The red head notes that Light’s hands have turned a bluish color.
“I think he’s ready to be cut free. His hands speak to me.” The blonde looks up and confirms the visual.
“You’re right. Take off your belt though, just in case.”
“Tch…You just gave them back, but whatever.” Matt removes his belt and tosses it to his friend, who takes it and then cuts the hand wires. Light’s arms fall uselessly to his sides, having absolutely no feeling in them whatsoever. In a swift motion, they are pulled behind him and strapped tightly. Mello then unties the cord that has been holding Light to the pole and forces him up into a kneeling position.
“Grab his upper body and drag him into the ‘kitchen’. I’ll meet you there with the ‘toys’.” The red head nods and replaces his blonde friend, taking a firm hold on his chest area before he starts to drag him to a large room that had a table with stirrup braces, much like the ones used in hospitals for pregnant women. There was a chair on one end positioned in front of the stirrups and another chair off to the side, indicating that the first chair was placed there deliberately. Matt waited with a very forlorn looking ‘God’ who’d seemingly decided that struggling would be pointless, and would focus on willing his erection down before anything else could happen to it. The red head took notice and shook his head, using his right hand and gripped the softening erection with his gloved hand and pumped him back to full hardness.
“Nice try fag, but I don’t thing that my boss would like seeing you in your previous state any time soon.” To prove his point, he continued to stroke him softly, making that shameful pooling grow into his lower gut again.
“I-I don’t-”
“Want this, I know I’ve heard you, but it’s not up to me do deal with that. I could honestly care less how this ends in here, but I think that my boss had decided that interrogation has gone out the window some time ago. Well speak of the Devil. ”

The blonde had moved the entire box in with the items of his preference set on top of the other objects. Matt dragged the older man until he was at the head of the table. Mello grabbed the legs and they lifted him onto the elevated surface. Matt moved into the center of the table and held down Light with his weight while the blonde removed the cord that had bound him to the pole. After some time, some struggling and 4 new stab wounds to the legs and shoulder later, Light was restrained on the table, arms bound behind him and lets spread wide on the stirrups. He was panting, wincing in pain and feeling more afraid than he’s ever felt before. They did not do to much to him in retrospective, but he had gone years before that without suffering any major damage, except when he and L got into those brawling matches. It should have toughened him up, right? Well L did not try to stab him or force him into arousal or anything else these two have done, well mainly the blonde, but the red head’s words were starting to get to him.

“What should I use first? The lead pipe or the broom handle? You get the benefit of choosing this time Matt.” The red head grinned and after alternating his finger pointing between the pipe and broken handle for a little bit, it settled on the broom handle at last.
“Perfect, we could afford to save the motor oil for later. Now pretty boy, I’m afraid I need to gag that pretty mouth of yours. This is not going to be pleasant for you. He went to the box and pulled free a small block of wood that had other tooth marks ingrained into it and a roll of duct tape. Once wood block and tape were secured, the blonde dug out the broken handle, one end was frayed, the other looked like it could stab him and cause internal damage, likely bleeding. Mello pressed the frayed end at his hole and without warning or preparation, thrust the makeshift phallus inside of him, tearing the ring of muscle Light arched and cried out, the tape muffling his voice. He bit the wood hard, groaning. This only caused his body to react by trying to force the wooden handle out of him.
“Not going to happen pretty boy!” He thrust the handle in further and twisted it sharply to the right.

Light was sure something inside was torn if the sensation of being cut open had anything to do with it. He cried out again and squirmed. Mello pulled the wooden handle out slowly, noting that it came out tinted red.
“He’s definitely a virgin, is he not? Virgins always bleed on their first time.”
“Fuck you!” Was the muffled reply.
“I intend to pretty boy, though not with anything of my own. You just need a little more preparation is all.” The wooden handle was pulled out entirely, Light hissing and feeling relieved at the loss. The wooden handle was then brought to the still open wounds and made little trails across the his legs, then again when it was brought to the wounds on his shoulder. The handle was then rotated so that the dagger shaped end was now hovering above one of the arm shoulder wounds. Without a second thought, Mello stabbed the open wound and pushed the fibers in deep, earning a muffled scream; the blonde grinned that twisted grin and rotated the broken end a little bit before continuing to plunge it into the soft flesh. He pulled out a little before snapping that end off, leaving a good portion of broken handle buried in the wound. Blood pooled out, and the blonde used that as pseudo paint to write out the word ‘Kira’ twice, once in English and again in Japanese.

Tears were falling down Light’s face by this time and he sent pleading looks not to Mello, but to his friend who stood nearby, indifferent to the activities in front of him. All his attention was currently on the game on his system, and he was making no move to interact with anyone else.
“Get the pipe, Matt.” This was obeyed without question, the red head handing him the metal rod then returning immediately to whatever he was doing.
“You seem ready enough.” The blonde admired his handwriting for a moment before going to the chair and seating himself in if for the first time. Light felt the much larger object at his entrance and he tensed instinctively.
“That’s not going to stop me in the least pretty boy.” With the same energy, the larger blunt object was edged into his hole. Light screamed in protest, back arching and head going side to side, trying to block the immense pain without success.
“Hmm, I think we need a hammer for this nail. Matt, check the box for the mallet. I might have skimmed over it. It would be of immense help here.” The red head nodded and proceeded to browse the box for the heavy hammer.
“Got it. After all, you made sure not to forget it this time.” The blonde chuckled and took the small mallet and began to lightly tap the end of the pipe.

Each tap made Light feel more hurt, uncomfortable and violated. He started to break down at last, letting the tears flow freely; Matt saw this and smiled.
“Don’t worry little fag, the bad feelings will go away soon enough.”
“Heh heh…has he finally let himself go? Oh wait, never mind I know he has.” The blonde saw a trail of urine make its way down his thigh flow across his stomach.
“I need more force. Brace yourself pretty boy.” Even with the warning, Light could not stop himself from unleashing a blood curdling scream as the mallet was struck with more force than before, damaging the ring of muscle as the rod was now suddenly inside of him. His body was shaking in terror and pain and absolute misery. He wanted to curl in on himself and let the darkness take over him, but he was denied even that with the restraints. The red head walked to where he could look down at Light and in one swift motion, tore off the tape. The wince did not stop the sobs from wracking the older man’s frame.
“He’s almost there, Mells. Do you want to continue this?”
The blonde regarded his friend and forced more of the metal rod into Lights ass, hearing the older man hiss and sob further. He released the pipe and took notice of the blood that was still flowing down the legs. Lazily, he used his gloves to smear the blood around the area, painting the legs with the blood. He untied Light’s body from the table and with Matt’s help the moved him to the floor, still bound and on his knees. Mello leaned down and pulled loose the wooden shard lodged in Light’s shoulder, hearing a pained groan. He gathered the pooled blood and went back over his previous work, making sure that ‘Kira” could be read and understood. Mello lifted Light’s chin, noticing the tears that fell down. He untied his laces and lowered them to his upper thighs and then began to pump himself.
“Let us see how well you’ve learned to take cock in your mouth, bitch. If you bite me, think again.” He used one bloody gloved hand to harshly open up Light’s mouth and then filled the void with his sex. Light wanted to gag and remove the offending and very salty tasting appendage, but the hand that held the back of his head prevented it. Mello rocked his hips at a casual pace, each thrust only made the metal pole scrape against the floor and force it a little more into his hole, making him wince and flinch.

Matt’s game system ran low on battery power and he had no choice but to look at the morbid, yet very erotic scene before him. A bloody and bound ‘God’ was sucking off his friend, it was enough to get him hard. He moaned softly as he fidgeted with his pants and freed his hardening erection, stroking himself in time with his friend’s thrusts. Said friend had picked up his pace and then set both of his hands on Light’s shoulder near his neck area. Light was gagging around the hardened flesh in his mouth, and soon he felt bile rise up and he threw up around and out of his mouth. Mello withdrew as the putrid fluid exited the bound man’s mouth and he scowled before punching Light hard enough to send him to the ground, where the fluid pooled our of his mouth.
“Fucking virgins! They always do this, even with the dildo. Let me take a look at you.” He squats then goes on one knee before taking Light’s chin and forcing him to look at him. Mello did not break eye contact with him for several long moments, his eyes analyzing every detail that the honey colored eyes had to offer him. Matt knew it was not the eyes he was looking at, it was much deeper. The red head finished then put himself away, strolling over to the duo and wiping his soiled glove in Light’s hair, mussing it up further.

“You’re already there, aren’t you?” the blonde questioned suddenly, “I suppose this was as much fun as it lasted. Though there is still a matter of dealing with a few extra things.” He untied the belt from Light’s arms, letting them fall uselessly to his sides. Mello stood up and went to his back and with a well aimed kick, send Light onto his stomach. The Japanese male fell with a grunt, but did not make any further sound of protest. The blonde retrieved the mallet from the table and then placed a foot on the small of Light’s back before taking aim and sending the metal pole further into the fleshy orifice. Light only groaned, it was audible enough, but more so, it was his body giving up on itself.
“Matt go back to the car and get my pistol. We’re done here.” The red head nodded and trotted outside. Mello looked at the fading life from the older man.
“You thought you’ve won Kira, and honestly, I could have done a million other things to you this day and still not be satisfied with ending your life. Fact of the matter is that here and now, this what I’ve done to you was for the one who I believed in, who I worshipped, who I would have one day called my brother-in-arms. You’ve taken that from me, you’ve taken away my God and now…I’m taking you away from your heaven as you’ve taken away mine.” The red head returned with the large handgun, handing it to his friend who then stood up and backed away a few paces, his friend following suit. The hammer was pulled back and with no emotion whatsoever, Mello’s eyes narrowed before pulling the trigger.

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A/N: Yeah, there you have it. I dont' know what to say except that I am one disturbed intividual and I honestly hate Light Yagami.
Songs I listened to whilst creating this monster:
-Mitternacht by E Nomine
-Scream For My Ice Cream by Blood on the Dance Floor
Total pages for this fiction: 11.2 pages

Reviews are welcomed. Let me know what you think about my darker inner workings.