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Boredom	By : Lemonator Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male Views: 1539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Death Note is the property of Tsugumi Ohba, and not me, All resemblance to persons real or fictional is purely coincidence. I have not nor do I intend to profit from this work.

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This was a yaoi short story that I made for my best friend on her Birthday last May. Figuring it would be a waste if only she saw it, I posted it online. Here's to you, Katy.

Teru Mikami sat alone in the dark, behind a long wooden table. On it was a series of computer screens, inter-connected-every one silent and blank. He leaned back in his chair a little and put his feet up on the desk.

Mikami was bored. He sighed, removing a cigarette from his pocket and put it to his lips. He flicked his lighter, creating a faint light in the blackness. Lighting the end of his cigarette, he put the lighter back on the table, extinguishing the single light source in the room. The first thing he realized was that he was hungry. He had been in here, dutifully fulfilling his purpose in life, his allegiance to the great cause. He had been sitting in this room for two days now, and had not eaten anything. There was an old water cooler next to his desk, which he drank out of from time to time, but his stomach at that point felt like it was trying to eat itself.

Also, he couldn't remember the last time he had been laid. He rubbed his temples with his hand and frowned. Reaching over to the left side of his multi-computer, he flicked on a light. He got up, put on his jacket and walked out of the building. Going out into the cold September night, Mikami shivered a little, pulling his jacket closer to himself. Walking down the street, he approached a small diner that distinguished itself from the blackened windows all around it. It was open. The light inside seemed warm and inviting, and a few people sat inside, eating contently and enjoying the cozy environment the humble little place provided. He shrugged to himself and went in.

Ding...

The bells above the door jingled as he walked in, the small happy sound fading before he paid it much mind. As he approached the counter, Mikami squinted his eyes, scannning the menu which hung down from above. A friendly looking fat man sat behind it and smiled widely at him. When the man smiled, he showed all his shiny white teeth. Mikami didn't like people who smiled with their teeth. A smile like that was hiding something. Had to be. At the very least, it was immodest. Didn't they have any respect for the toothless? Or those with bad teeth?

"I'll just have some ramen, please." Teru Mikami said to the fat, smiling man behind the counter. Then he sat down in one of the small two-person booths by himself. He sat there and looked around at the people all around him. He was not fooled by their outward appearances. How many of these people were serial killers? Extortionists? Drug dealers? Pedophiles? Thieves?

"Here you go, sir." The smiling fat man placed the cup of ramen noodles down in front of him and he looked up, suddenly aware of where he was.

"...Thank you," Mikami replied. As the man walked away (to shoot heroine and steal from the homeless as soon as he was off duty no doubt), Teru fixed his eyes on the clock. How long had it been? Time flew when you were hating people. He ate ravenously, making up for the last few days in a few minutes time.

Ding...

He had placed his Death Note face up on the table. He made an effort to appear as if he was hiding it. In reality, he was doing everything short of waving it around over his head and announcing that he was the fourth Kira. Why? Quite simply, because he wanted someone to notice. Specifically, a young woman. He wanted desperately to fuck some cute, curvaceous blond. If he got lucky, some shy, sexually frustrated college student with a Kira obsession would walk in, notice the Death Note and offer to sleep with him. Yes, it was risky, but what fun was life without a little risk, eh? And yes, perhaps it was wrong-for a man in his position, with his enormous responsibility-to be spending his time in such a manner. But sacred duty or not, he was still a man. And he needed release.

Ding...

He would look periodically at the clock before returning to his thoughts, which ranged from general disgust with humanity to personal philosophical musings. He looked at the clock again, only to find that it was one in the morning. The diner stayed open late, but it would be closing soon. He marveled to himself how fast time could move when one was lost in thought. Mikami tapped the eraser end of his pencil on the cover of his notebook. He sighed.

Ding...

A young man who appeared to be in his late twenties to early thirties walked in. He had scruffy brown hair which came down to his ears. His eyes were determined and yet relaxed, and their color matched his hair. His face was boyish and clean, but had a small beard to reassert his age and maturity. He was wearing a green button-down shirt and khaki pants. His shoes looked like they had been bought recently, black and shiny. He sat down at Mikami's booth, across from him.

"That's the Death Note, isn't it?" The man asked.

"Yes. Why?" Mikami replied, only mildly interested.

"I just want you to know that I'm a huge fan of yours. I think what you're doing is right and just. I'm just glad someone finally had the balls to stand up and do something for people everywhere. And of course, for people like me." The man spoke quietly, casually. He had an unshakable air of confidence on him that spoke volumes of his character.

"People like you?" He asked.

"Yes well, my boyfriend you see-he was murdered. He was lynched by a fanatical hate group in our hometown. I had known him since we were children. He went for one of his daily walks this one time, and he never came back." Teru took little interest in the man's story. It was too late at night for human sympathy, Mikami figured. He pondered to himself just how desperate he was. He wasn't gay, but he wasn't completely opposed to the idea of having sex with another man. He preferred women of course, but if there was no other option...

"So, what's your point here, do you want to do something for me?" Mikami asked.

"I would be honored to serve you in any way I can," The man said. Having made up his mind, Mikami got up, grabbed his coat and walked to the door. When he reached it, he turned and beckoned the man to follow. Back out into the cold he went, this time with someone new. The man's name was Daisuke, although Mikami would never ask it. He neither knew nor cared that Daisuke was Thirty-Two and was an aspiring professional Basketball player. He did not care that when he was little, boys would pretend to like him and then beat him up when he tried to kiss them. He did not care that he had been with his boyfriend for six wonderful years before it ended in tragedy. All the fourth Kira cared about at this point was his own satisfaction. He led the man into his workplace, closing the door behind them and plunging them into darkness. Mikami pulled up the blinds and let moonlight shine into the room, just so he could see something. He did not really want to see the other man, he realized.

"So...what can I do for you sir?" The man asked.

"I haven't been laid in weeks," Mikami stated matter-of-factly. "A blowjob would be nice, for starters."

"It would be my pleasure, sir." Daisuke walked over to where the man who had brought him here was. He knelt down in front of him and with expert skill, started undoing Mikami's belt buckle in the dark. Teru could feel his erection poking into the front of his jeans. Daisuke slid the belt out of its loops and tossed it somewhere into the dark. He then unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. Mikami exhaled as the tightness of the denim slid off. His boxers were then removed, revealing his erect cock. In the dark, Daisuke could not see how long it was, but he could feel how hard it was. And how thick it was.

He could just barely get his hand around it. He thought what a joy it would be to have it thrust up his ass. He was plenty hard himself, and he had an urge to tend to it, but he did not. He could control himself, and if this beautiful man let him, he would find release later. Letting his right hand grab the base of Mikami's member, Daisuke slowly ran his tongue over the head of the other man's cock. He lapped up the wet precum, which was oozing out of his slit.

He twirled his tongue around the sides of the head, before licking the length, all the way down to where his hand was slowly stroking the lengthy muscle. With a mischievous smile in his eyes, Daisuke slipped his tongue in-between Mikami's foreskin and his shaft. All of this of course had produced copious moans from the man, which made Daisuke think it was time to stop teasing him.

He took the head in passed his lips, sucking on it slowly, like a lollipop. Inside his mouth, his tongue danced, flicking and licking and flitting all over Mikami's massive member. He took him in deeper, getting a good portion of his shaft in his mouth. His cock was wide, so it was a little hard to breathe, but Daisuke relaxed and breathed through his nose. He took his dick in all the way, into his throat. Mikami's balls were hanging by his chin, slightly brushing up against his beard, every now and again.

He grabbed them gently and squeezed, ever so softly, massaging them while sucking on every inch of his throbbing prick. He withdrew slightly and only sucked on the head, stroking the rest with his other hand. Daisuke's own cock was painfully throbbing inside his pants, practically begging to be released. He began increasing tempo, lips tightly wrapped around his dick, still stroking the extra length with his hand. Mikami put his hand on the man's head and pushed him down farther, sliding himself into his throat once again. Daisuke didn't mind. In fact, he helped by grabbing the man's ass and sucking in time with his thrusts. He could tell without being told that the man was going to come, so he took his penis all the way into the back of his throat and held it there. Teru's cock throbbed and shot out hot globs of semen, which Daisuke happily swallowed. His balls rested against his face and he could feel them spasming, producing the ejaculate. Daisuke removed the man's still fully erect member from his mouth, looking up at him, pleading with his eyes. Mikami read the man's expression.

"Not yet," He said. "Take your pants off and get on all fours." This the brown haired man did happily, sliding his khakis and his underwear down around his feet. His cock stood straight out in front of him, reddened and wanting. Mikami smiled and figured that he was already sufficiently lubricated by the man's saliva. Daisuke shook his ass at the other man, looking back at him and grinning. It was a grin he couldn't see in the dark, but hey. His cockhead pressed against Daisuke's tight little hole, struggling to gain entry. Teru grunted and pushed. And then it suddenly slid in with a wet sucking noise. After the head had made entry, his shaft sunk in considerably easier. Daisuke moaned loudly, closing his eyes and gritting his teeth. It was so thick!

His cock was stretching out the man's ass and it hurt a little, but it also felt incredibly good. . Mikami grabbed the man's ass and drove into him, every time going deeper. Slap. Teru's balls smacked against Daisuke's ass. He was ramming him now, every inch of him inside Daisuke's warm anal passages, grunting with every thrust. Slap, slap, slap. Daisuke's dick was hard and aching, needing to be pleased. With every thrust, it lurched forward, shaking up and down.

Just as he was about to reach for it, Mikami reached around and grasped his cock tightly, squeezing it. He began to stroke it rapidly, working at the pace at which he was going. Daisuke gasped, face turning red. Slap,slap slap. Mikami thrust into his ass faster and faster, the muscles inside squeezing his rock hard tool. First Daisuke came, cum spurting out and landing all over the floor. Then, Mikami came, letting out an animalistic groan and unleashing wave after wave of his seed deep into the man's ass. When he withdrew he went limp, finally satisfied. He put it back into his pants, getting dressed.

"Thanks," Mikami said. "That was good." Daisuke slowly got up off his and put his clothes back on, standing groggily, holding a hand to his head.

"No problem. You killed the men who killed my love." Then he turned and left without another word. Teru Mikami realized that he had taken advantage of the man's emotions and his fragile psychological state. That was wrong. He also realized, with a smile, that he didn't care.
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