Breaking in a God

by The_Krown_of_Clytie

Summary:

Eager to have Kira as both his prisoner and his pet, Mello keeps him around as a trophy, a reminder that it was him who defeated Kira and chained the killer, making him number one.

Light hates it. Well, at least at first. But over time he finds that he might not hate giving up control as much as he thought he would.

Chapter 1

LIGHT YAGAMI woke up slowly, to the feel of cool leather against his cheek and the steady bumping of a moving car.

He blinked the sleep out of his eyes and looked up, taking in the sideways interior of the unfamiliar car. Or, rather, he was sideways, lying down across the back seats. None of this surprised him as much as it should’ve.

His first instinct, one that that really should have been trained out of him by now, was to sit up.

Only for his body to jerk to a short stop, his head barely raising an inch above the seat and his hands tugging against restraints behind him.

His breath hitched for only a moment before his mind caught up with him, taking in the feel of the soft but secure leather cords that bound his wrists together. A matching set seemed to be keeping his ankles together. Another experimental tug gave no yield and Light quickly realized that his wrists had been tied down to one of the seat belts with almost no give. And, if he had been able to look behind him, he’d guess that the band of black leather around his neck, his collar, would be secured that way too.

His collar, the one with that damned silver plating on it that read ‘Property of Mello’.

He heard a quiet chuckle in front of him and his eyes darted up to see a hint of said man smirking. Speak of the devil.

The blond, his captor, was the only other one in the car with him. With one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding up a half eaten chocolate bar, he looked the picture of calm and in control. He didn’t even bother looking back at the god he’d captured and forced into submission.

“You’re finally awake.” That bastard said it so simply, as if he hadn’t chained him up like this, and in such a humiliating way.

“Mello...” Light growled out as he once more tested his bindings, the sound of moving and twisting leather was loud in the quiet hum of the car but Light couldn’t find it in himself to care. Mello would guess what he was doing no matter how quiet he tried to be.

“I wouldn’t bother struggling.” He drawled, calm and easy. Clearly amused at his attempts.

It should have grated on his nerves but it took the wind out of his sails instead. Mello wouldn’t be so easy going if Light were in serious trouble. Because while Mello might be able to guess most of his reactions after such a long time, Light had learned their game as well, and Mello wasn’t going to hurt him when he was acting like this. He was safe right now.

His body relaxing, he let himself lay against the cool leather of the seats. A god defeated and calmed by little more than the sure sound of Mello’s voice and his steady movements.

Like a dog put in its place by the dominance of its master. A master who demanded obedience and got it with simply an even hand and an unwavering assurance in himself.

Light’s voice held no more challenge as he looked around, taking in the passing of rich green trees through the tinted windows, “Where are we going?” He asked.

It had been around three years since he’d become Mello’s prisoner, one since Mello had started taking him out of his mafia bases and on business. With precautions of course. He never told Light where they were going until they got there. Less time to plan something that would end poorly for him, in Mello’s words.

Whenever Mello took him out, it was always with his tracker chip, a taser, and a dose of sedatives loaded into his collar. And, most importantly of all, a remote controlled bomb in his neck that’d go off if Mello just said the word, or worse, if Mello didn’t input a specific code every week and the fail-safe triggered, setting it off.

Run away and Mello could put him to sleep then track him down. Or just kill him and be done with it. Kill Mello first and the week long timer attached to the explosive would get to zero without his captor to reset it, killing him anyways. Mello had spared no expense in making sure Light Yagami was in his grasp and couldn’t do a thing about it. Putting him on a literal leash to set on whatever enemies he desired.

Kira had become the mafia boss’ attack dog.

And Mello, his master, relished in that.

“That’s not for you to know.” Mello said, unsurprisingly, “We’re still a few hours out so you should get comfortable.”

Light huffed, turning away from him as best as he could, “It’s not like I can move. Was this really necessary?”

“I thought you would’ve liked this far more than the last way I tied you up.” Mello replied teasingly, before lowering his voice “Or did you enjoy it?”

Light dug his face into the seat, as if he could hide his warming cheeks that way. He remembered that well. How Mello had tied him to the passenger seat, his arms tightly stretched back and his wrists tied behind the seat so his chest stuck out. Mello had his shirt unbuttoned so he could occasionally reach over and run a hand over his body, pressing against his nipples and tugging against the delicate silver rings he’d had them pierced with.

His legs had been spread and tied apart so he couldn’t have a hope of closing them. And Mello had cruelly left his pants unbuttoned, tugged down his briefs, and played with Light the whole ride there.

Made worse by the fact that after Light first cursed him out, Mello had commanded him to keep quiet or else he’d send a shock through his collar. Leaving him to whimpers and unsteady breaths as he could barely writhe in his bonds for the two hour trip.

“Are you fantasizing?” Mello asked, pulling him out of his thoughts.

Light didn’t pout but he didn’t dignify the other man with an answer either.

That didn’t seem to faze him.

“Cute.” He said, “I wouldn’t have taken Kira for that type of person before, someone who likes being dominated.”

He chuckled as Light tried to hide in on himself at that word.

“And you’re so shy about it.” He continued, “But I’ve already seen all of it, I’ve seen every look on your face that you could never hope to hide from me. I’ve heard every gasp and moan. I know you liked it.”

And he did, Light loved every single minute of that drive and every scene before it. Although Light was his prisoner, his glorified trophy, and his hunting dog, Mello made sure it felt good. Able to pull every one of his strings masterfully, knowing Light’s body better than he ever had. Even if Light wouldn’t admit it until Mello pushed him to his boundaries and drew the confession from his screams.

It was just another way for Mello to prove himself as above Kira, a demonstration of his superiority, making it known that he was number one again and again. His mastery of his body was just one more mark of ownership in a long list of them. But it was enough to draw shrieks out of a god and make him pant. To make his body want it and his mind eager to be made a plaything for Mello.

As if knowing his very thoughts, Mello reached back then, his palm just reaching his knee and laying heavily on it. Light tensed at his touch, every last bit of his attention focusing on his master in an instant.

Mello chuckled lowly at the reaction, smug as ever, before turning back to the road. His hand withdrawn and back on the steering wheel, leaving a cool absence in its wake.

It had only been a second but Light found himself wishing for the warmth and possessive heaviness of his touch again. Almost wishing he had been tied up in the front again, achingly hard but played with in a way that always felt good.

“That’s okay, Pet. I know you won’t admit it. But like I said, we’ve still got a few hours to go and I’m bored.”

In the mirror, there was that predatory look of Mello’s, his piercing blue eyes staring him down and making a shudder race up his spine.

“So we’re gonna play, Kira.”

Those were his last words, weighty and with just a hint of danger that made Light’s breath stop and his heart race. Then Mello twisted the steering wheel, pulling them over to the side of the empty country road and Light couldn’t help the way his muscles tensed in anticipation.

Time seemed to stretch out like this as the car slowed and Mello took his time putting it in park. Then he got out, not sparing Light another look. Every leisurely, measured step he took towards the back door was watched through the tinted windows with the complete attention of Kira. In just a few seconds Light was torn between wanting the man to take longer or to hurry up.

But then Mello was standing in front of the car door and with purposeful movements, he unlocked the back door with a click and opened it up to see his prize inside. Mello grinned at the man forced to lay underneath him, sure and cocky, before climbing in himself and shutting the door softly behind him. Light stopped breathing as the mob boss placed his hand over his leg again, stroking it in another sign of ownership. Possessively, gloatingly.

Light tried not to react, but then Mello’s eyes drifted up from his form to look down at Light almost indulgently, and Light couldn’t help the small close of his eyelids that would be imperceptible to anyone else but Mello.

Maybe L would’ve seen it but he was gone, bested by Light, and only the monster that tore down Light in turn remained.

A monster clad in black leather that leaned down, gold blond hair falling against Light’s cheek, feathery soft and prickly at the ends all at once. Mello reached out and Light craned his head away. More out of custom than anything. As if he could save face by resisting even an inch, when both men in the car knew he couldn’t really get away and had long since given up actually trying.

If anything, the indulgent look on Mello’s face seemed to grow, his eyes crinkling at the corners and his lips quirking up. A quiet, satisfied laugh escaped him before his expression turned more serious, tinged with cruel, possessive want.

Mello took the killer’s chin in a gloved hand firmly, forcing him to look his way, before his thumb inched up and ran along the bottom of Light’s lips.

“You’re mine, Kira. And don’t ever forget it.” He ordered, voice low.

“I will tie you up however I want, whenever I want, and as often as I want.”

Light’s fingers curled, tense, and the only outlet he allowed himself while pinned under Mello’s gaze. He stared up into those intense, hungry blue irises and felt as every word tugged at his chest.

“That’s what this means, after all.” Mello added, quieter, as his hand drifted down and he tugged lightly on the tight collar he’d locked permanently around Light’s neck.

It was nothing more than a faint tug but he felt it clearly.

He was Light Yagami, Japan’s golden boy, the greatest killer in human history, and the man who brought the world to its knees. But he was also the one who wore Mello’s collar, branding him as his property, and it made his blood pump harder and brought everything into focus all at once. He was already so far gone. Everything about this made him want to let Mello press him down into the leather seats, to sink down into the cushions and let him take what he wanted. To let the mob boss control him, handle everything, and make even his defeat to him feel sweet.

So Light leaned back his head and bared his neck in surrender and submission.

But not before giving his captor a sly grin, just a little too cutting to be playful, “I might be your’s Mello but we both know you always tie me up because you don’t want to risk what I’d do if I was free.”

Mello’s fingers put a warning pressure on his neck but Light wasn’t done yet. He’d give the bastard his submission but not without fighting back a little, even if just in words.

“You’re too afraid that you won’t be able to stay in control.”

‘Too worried that your win over me was a fluke’ goes unsaid.

Even Light didn’t want to risk bringing down Mello’s real wrath.

It was more bark than bite and Light would’ve once clenched his jaw and scoffed at how he’d been defanged by this man. But now he was just enraptured in every movement that passed across the mafia leader’s face. The restrained anger in his dark gaze and furrowed brows, and the unsaid warning as he leaned closer. Then a beat passed, silence between them with only the heat of their breaths to mark the seconds.

If he were any less eager or any less sure of their game, Light would question if he went too far, if he added just a little too much weight towards the wrong side of their balancing act. But all he could do was feel the thump of his heart, knowing that Mello could feel his pulse under the fingers pressed against his neck, and wait.

Then Mello’s grip was relaxing, his face easing into its surety once again as he saw Light stay quiet.

The intensity lessened. Not gone but not as heavy as it had been before. The outcome of their little bout satisfying them both and setting them alight. In all appearances, it was a small triumph for Light as he let his sharp words cut at his captor. But it was what wasn’t said that pleased Mello. His pet had known when to stop and did, obedient in the way that mattered. Ultimately, it was Mello’s victory in the end and both men knew it, even if they kept up the pretense of rivalry.

Mello would entertain his pet, even while putting him in his place. Leaning in even closer, so their lips were almost touching, he muttered, “One day, I will take you off your leash and command you to kneel, and you will without a thought.”

Light’s eyes widened a fraction and he couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through his body. A sudden warmth pooling in his abdomen.

Mello leaned down then, closing the small gap between them, and took his lips in his own. The strength of it demanded Mello’s domination over him and Light let it happen, allowing the movement of the mob boss’ lips to shape his own and control the kiss. When Light felt Mello’s tongue pressing against him, he freely let him in, tasting the hint of chocolate that he’d come to associate with Mello. He let him take all of it. There was no place Mello hadn’t explored and nowhere Light would guard from him anymore. Not when it drew out heady breaths from him and made him want to push up closer to the man.

Then his master was pulling away and Light would’ve tried following after him had he not pinned him down and pressed his lips against his neck next.

Again and again he kissed and sucked at it, enveloping his skin in possessive kiss after kiss, leaving hickies and bite marks that would bruise so clearly against his pale skin to match his collar. A scrape of his teeth over his artery had Light groaning and wanting more.

Perhaps it was the danger that drew him to the Death Note. This heady thing that could have him bent over, muffling his noises with Mello behind him, fully capable of ending his life at any moment. It was a high that he couldn't help but react to and Mello had been the one to train him to crave it.

“Do you know how boring it is to just drive for hours and hours?” Mello said in between breaths, breaking his reverie.

Light heard him but didn’t bother to respond, too busy reeling after a harsh kiss over his adam’s apple. He tried to buck up but the restraints tugged him back down.

“I think next time, I’ll make you the entertainment the whole ride there.” Mello groaned as he leaned down, his hips pressing against Light’s leg, and Light realized with a start that Mello was getting hard just thinking of using Light like that.

But he wasn’t left to ponder that alone as Mello reached down and gripped him through his clothes and Light could barely muffle his own moan.

“I would tie you down, like I always do. Not because I think you need to be held down. You’re too obedient for that, like putty in my hands...” He said it breathily, wrapped up in his own dark fantasy that took control of Light’s own, “I’d tie you down because you just look good in ropes. So fucking erotic it’s incredible anyone thought you were meant to be anything but a courtesan.”

Light felt his heart jump and his cock twitch underneath his tightening slacks. His face flush as he realized Mello could feel every last movement under his palm.

It didn’t even surprise Mello anymore, that bastard, he just looked down at Kira with a smirk and pressed down, forcing a groan from Light.

Mello was so beyond anything Light had ever known. He far surpassed everyone else in how unconventional he was, in how taboo he was. He could be dangerous, he could be unpredictable, he was attractive, in control, and everything Light never knew he would desire until Mello had leashed him.

The blond expertly stroked his hand down further, then up, just the right amount of friction for him to feel it through his clothing. It made Light want to arch upwards and demand Mello pull down his clothes and get it done with already, to touch him for real. But Light Yagami was prideful, made only bashful by the blatant way Mello talked about sex and kinks. Things that he’d always believed himself to be above, untouched by until Mello was the one who dragged him from the top and made him fall apart into a writhing, moaning mess below him.

Even if one day Light found himself desperate enough to cast aside his pride and shame and beg for Mello, he wouldn’t even know what his answer would be. It was one of the things he could never guess, always teetering on the edge of two possibilities in his mind. Either Mello would be shocked but pleased with his submission and reward him for it. Or... He would be cruel. He’d bark out a laugh and gloat that he’d gotten the oh so powerful Kira to beg, before reminding him that he was Mello’s dog and subject to his whims.

He’d deny Light and leave him fuming, humiliated. And Light was worried that he’d like that too. The absolute reminder that he wasn’t in control was exhilarating.

Not that he was in control now, as Mello made circular motions with his palm that made him short of breath and squirming in his restraints. But the pretense of rivalry was there.

To drop his act of Kira, Mello’s enemy, completely for Kira, Mello’s dog kneeling and begging for attention, was a risk that Light wasn’t sure he’d ever take until the day Mello forced him to. But the anticipation was there, the possibility that with every time Mello brought Light to the brink, he’d be forced to surrender his last bit of pride and truly become Mello’s dog.

A harder push against his crotch had Light jerking into Mello’s palm, a ‘please’ trying to push itself out his lips that he just barely kept in.

“I wouldn’t just stop at the ropes, you know.” Mello said, a dark, lustful edge to his voice. His tone was quiet yet with a hardness to it. Wanting, while knowing he already had complete possession of everything he desired.

“What would you do to me?” Light said, breaking his silence for the first time in a while. His voice was also quiet, barely a whisper in the car, but thick with a little fear and no small amount of anticipation. And there was that challenge in his voice, too. Daring Mello to go through with it, demanding he push Light to his limits in lieu of begging.

Mello obliged.

“I would have you sitting in the passenger seat, then I’d take you by the hair.” A gloved hand reached down to wrap around his soft brown locks, tightening them in an almost painful grip that made Light tense before forcing his head back, “I’d bring your head down, just like this. Then I’d make you lean over and wrap your lips right around my cock.”

Light felt all the air in his lungs leave him as his hips bucked up without his consent, right into Mello’s hand. Another wave of embarrassment washed over him but Mello’s fist around his hair kept him from looking away.

“You couldn’t suck, of course, I’d have to concentrate on driving. But I’d have you holding my cock in your mouth for the hours long trip. Kira, just being a warm and lax cockwarmer for the person that defeated him, a criminal mob boss no less.”

He groaned again as his own length stirred, almost painful now as it strained against the cloth.

Mello only seemed to take that as encouragement and started palming him quicker, making Light breathe harder and his muscles tense.

“I bet that makes you all hot and bothered. Having to service the criminal that leashed you. That holds your life in his hands.”

“N-no” Light tried to mumble, only for him to cut off as Mello leaned down and took a clothed nipple in his hot mouth. He sucked on it through his white shirt and it left his captive writhing as he tugged on the nipple piercings underneath.

He’d always been so, so sensitive there. And Mello loved to play with them. Whether in bed, in passing, or with Light on his lap, back to his chest as Mello reached around and massaged them while on the phone with his subordinates.

“Hmm, good to know that you’re still so pathetically cute when I do that to you.” Mello mused after pulling off, leaving a hot, wet warmth behind.

Light felt a blush rushing to his face and he turned away. Not that it did much good as Mello leaned back down and began playing with the other nipple, leaving Light to close his eyes tight and try to stifle his whimpers.

When he finally came off, Light was almost relieved, until the other man began circling his cock again. This time with just a teasing finger.

“I think I’d leave this alone, though. I wouldn’t allow you pants or boxers that day, you’d be completely bare down there. I’d slip a cock ring on just so you know how useless it is. I can’t have you getting off by rutting against the chair or fantasizing. You’re still Kira, after all, you can’t enjoy it too much.” The playful, mocking sound in his voice took away the edge of his threat. Although Light absolutely believed Mello would do it, all of this had become far less about punishing him and more of something else.

It had changed from the initial anger and revenge to a fervid sense of ownership and domination.

An all encompassing, intense thing that never let up and that Light met halfway.

It made him swallow thickly, half in nervousness and half in desire that he tried to hide.

Mello’s finger stopped, pulling away from Light’s cock by just a few centimeters, and Kira couldn’t help but feel a little disappointment. Suddenly immensely glad that the blond was looking at the noticeable tent in his pants instead of the expression on his face. Even if either option wasn’t much better, Mello knew his body, knew he would react to this whether he wanted to or not. His body’s lust wasn’t something hidden anymore, having been played with again and again until those blue, hungry eyes had laid his every carnal truth bare.

He could not hide his physical lust from his master but his mind was a different matter.

While the mob boss was getting better and better at guessing his real feelings by the day, Kira would always want to hide by nature, until his every guard was ripped away from him by force by Mello.

The disappointed, almost lost expression on his face would give away his thoughts, his wants, in an instant.

Something Mello would pounce on, with all the satisfaction of a predator toying with his prey.

And that was reserved for later in their play, for those times that Mello managed to break his composure completely and have him sobbing, moaning, and screaming openly. Times that were getting more and more frequent as the mob boss learned everything there was to the enigma that was Light Yagami.

Then he spoke up, and Light knew it was going to be one of those times.

“But we’re not here to talk about what I’m going to do to you next time.” He said, voice heavy with arousal, possessiveness, and a shadow of danger.

Complete control. Over the situation. Over their scenes. Over their every action.

They went through the motions slowly at his pace. Or intense and suddenly at his whims. And it looked like he had gotten bored of his sedate foreplay.

His master’s eyes shot up to him, pinning him down with his gaze, and one side of his lips quirked up mockingly.

He brought two fingers down, wrapping them around the waistline of Light’s pants, then his briefs, and Light stopped breathing. Slowly, the blond pulled them down, up and over his hardened, aching length until it was finally free.

He couldn’t stop the silent sigh of relief, his shoulders losing some of their tension.

Only for Mello to completely take his hand away without ever touching him.

The captured killer’s eyes zeroed in on him, trying to figure out what he was doing. This unpredictable, terrible man.

Instead of touching him, either to torment or please, or even penetrating him straight away, the mob boss steadily crept forward, until he was far closer to Light’s face.

With two latex clad legs braced on either side of his chest, Light was forced to look up and see his captor towering completely over him. He looked far more imposing this way and Mello knew it. With a cruel and amused expression, he reached down, thumbed the zipper of his pants, and brought it down.

Light heard the zipper clearly and watched, unable to look away, as Mello brought himself out of his boxers.

A rush of blood made Light’s own arousal twitch.

It was right in front of him, over his face. Light couldn’t help it, he blushed hard at the sight. This wasn’t his first time seeing Mello’s length up close. No, he’d been bent over with it in him, sucked it, and stroked it more times than he could count.

But it still always got to him. Light himself had always been a good size and was popular with women for a reason. But Mello was still longer by an inch and was a little thicker too. Mello had him beat there and Light knew that intimately, had felt it intimately. While Mello used him whenever he wanted, making him feel full and good, Light was reminded of his own cock, which hadn’t gotten to penetrate anything but his own hand since Mello had taken him years ago.

And even if he tried not to think about it, that knowledge only made the heat in his gut stir.

Mello, still with that smirk on his face, moved down so his cock was even closer, just a few centimeters above him. Light kept his mouth closed. If Mello wanted him to suck him off, he’d have to put in a little more work into coaxing him into it.

But that wasn’t it at all.

“Kiss it.”

Light’s eyes widened, “What?” He practically whispered it.

“You heard me, Kira.” His master drawled, “Kiss it.”

And then he dropped his smile, leaving behind just his danger and mocking eyes, as he reached back and grabbed Light’s cock in a loose grip.

Even the slight feel of his gloves against his hardened cock made his breath hitch.

“Or else I won’t play with this.” He threatened lowly.

Light closed his eyes for a moment as a shiver went up his spine.

That voice, that expression, that danger, and that complete lack of control he had in any of this.

Light really didn’t think he would’ve loved any of it, until Mello came along.

And although his master threatened him, it didn’t have any anger. Real promise, yes. He would absolutely leave Light like this for the whole ride, quietly whimpering in the back and unable to deal with his aching arousal, unable to even cover it. But both men knew that Light’s body enjoyed this, that he’d do exactly as Mello ordered in the end.

So Light looked up and into his master’s eyes, with most of his emotion covered except for the barest hints of vulnerability, and when Mello looked back — unyielding, just as any good pet owner is — Kira submitted.

He broke eye contact first, hearing the satisfied hum from his master, before leaning up.

There was just enough slack in the binds tying down his collar. With it, Light pressed his lips against Mello’s cock. Feeling the warmth and the hard weight against his lips, he held himself there for just a second — in what could be mistaken as reverence — before kissing it softly and leaning back down gracefully.

Because even in his own subjugation, Light Yagami was perfect.

He carefully looked up to see Mello smirking again, but it had softened into that same indulgence and satisfaction.

“You’re really a sight to see, you know that right.” He murmured quietly, as a gloved hand came to cusp his face, his thumb running from his lips to across his cheek.

“Mello,” Please, “I did what you asked.” He said, and did everything he could to keep his eyes from turning pleading.

He ignored him for a moment, just looking onto his captive’s face with the freeness of one looking at their owned trophy.

“It would be so easy for me to just leave you like this.” He taunted, gripping his chin in his hand, looking down at him like he was below him, “I bet you would love that too. I could get you to thank me for it.”

“Mello.” Light groaned out, half a demand and half a hidden plea. His tied together hands curled up into fists under him, not in anger, just as an outlet. Anything to get out the thrumming sensations running through him without him doing something as embarrassing as bucking up.

“Luckily for you, I don’t want to just come all over you today. I want to come inside you.”

Light shivered.

“You would like that. Having me inside you for hours. Should I plug you after?” He mused, voice lilting and cruel, “I know you’d try to clench and keep it in but maybe with a hole as used as yours I’d have to plug you with something wide and heavy just to keep it in.”

Light wouldn’t do that, at least, not intentionally. He wouldn’t try to keep Mello’s come in. But the degrading words that poured out of Mello’s mouth made his hole tense at just the thought.

“It’d keep you spread the whole trip for hours, and you couldn’t remove it. And you’re so debased, you’d tighten around it until your arousal has built and built. Maybe I’ll leave a camera back here and record it. Then, when we reach the safehouse, I’d make you watch yourself pleasure yourself with the plug while I take your loose hole all over again.”

Light couldn’t stand it, the mental image Mello was putting in his mind was getting to be too much. Heat spread across his whole body and he let out a pant.

That triggered something in Mello and he finally moved back until he was over Light’s legs. Reaching back, he loosened the bonds around his ankles just a bit, allowing them to be pulled apart only a scarce few inches. With his thighs forced together so close, it’d be a tight fit and that only made Light breathe harder.

“Look at what I’ve made you into.” Mello said darkly as he took his own arousal in hand and stroked it a few times. Light’s cock throbbed and Mello chuckled, nudging it with his other hand. Precum was just beading out, a small thing that Mello zeroed in on with wicked accuracy. He pressed his thumb over the tip, pulling a groan from Light as he arched his head back.

“Kira, failed god of the new world, hopelessly turned on by being controlled and degraded. You’re my trophy, my mutt, mine to do with whatever I want. And I’ve made you get aroused by being treated like an object.”

‘Then use your object.’ Light wanted to say. Wanted to growl it out and demand and thrust up. Wanted to be used and tormented in the way only this dangerous mob boss could do.

Mello’s own voice was getting strained as his desire grew. Until finally, finally, his master reached over to the basket on the back of the front car seats, pulling out a small container of lube. Light’s breath hitched as he watched him pour only the smallest amount of lube onto his cock, well aware that a lot wasn’t needed. Mello had used him enough where he was an easy fit, and didn’t that thought make him even more wanton?

Just as suddenly, Mello uncaringly threw the lube away, and with swift and sure movements only borne from experience, he spread apart his prisoner’s thighs with one hand and guided his length with the other. Then moved down until Light could feel the hot and hard organ slip between him.

He was completely aware of Mello's every movement, and felt every sensation the second his tip hooked against his hole.

Mello stopped — only for a moment — to put a heavy hand against his thigh in ownership, and to look up and grin at Light in that cocky, gloating way of his. Every moment like this was a victory over his prisoner. Every penetration, every time he shoved him to his knees, every time his fingers pressed into Light’s obediently opened mouth until he looked utterly erotic. His pet was here to accept everything from him, and Mello had worked a long time to make him so submissive.

Light clenched his jaw, more to keep in his wanting noises than out of anger, before he turned away, “Do it already.” He muttered.

He would whether Light wanted him to or not. There wasn’t a thing he could do to stop him. He could not move away and there was nothing he could do to block or resist the thrusts that were coming, not with how loose Mello had made him. Every single thrust would be at his master’s discretion and that only made Light want it more.

Mello just laughed lowly at the pitiful demand, “Please?”

This time Light really did clench his jaw in stubbornness, trying to ignore Mello, even trying to ignore the hot pressure catching onto his hole, just barely pressing into his entrance. Even as Light’s rim opened up without much strain and fit around the tip of Mello’s cock like it was used to.

Mello wasn’t surprised by his refusal. He simply raised his hand, something Light saw out of the corner of his eye and tensed for, before bringing it down hard on his thigh in a loud slap. The sudden pain made him jolt, the movement making his entrance rub against Mello’s cock. A breath escaped Light that Mello did not miss.

“That’s okay.” The blond muttered, “I’ll get you there.”

Arousal raced up Light’s spine at the man’s surety. Not ‘you’ll get there’ or even ‘we’ll get there’. It was not up to him. Mello would be the one to guide him there, steady and never faltering, until he’d forced the word to fall from Light’s lips one day. Until he’d made him beg.

A dog, after all, was pulled along by the leash in its master’s unyielding hand.

“Try not to wear yourself out keeping quiet. There’s no point. I’ve heard it all, anyways.”

And that was the last warning Mello gave him before he forcefully shoved in, spreading Light inch by inch.

The very first times Mello used Light, it hadn’t felt very pleasurable. Too foreign. Too much. But now it felt so good, so right to be full. Mello had been using him for years now and Light was caught between going lax at the familiarity, to quivering at the feeling of being filled. It wasn’t tight, but it was snug, and it made Light want to push down more.

His penetration wasn’t up to him. But he could’ve resisted his own lust. He really could’ve. It was possible for him to stay still, to just lie down and take it. Mello had ordered him to do just that a few times. But Mello was moving so slowly and gods be damned, Light wanted more. The other man had already seen it all, he already knew that Light could shake with pleasure this way. It didn’t matter anymore. So, in an instant, Light discarded his physical control with only his pleasure in mind and tensed up, then thrust himself down onto Mello’s cock.

He huffed out a small, displeasured whine when he only got half an inch down, the collar and wrist restraints bringing him to a sudden halt.

Mello chuckled darkly above him, his voice tinged with its own breathiness as his lust got the best of him. The mob boss looked down, enthralled at the sight of his ruined pet. The killer wanting to chase his own pleasure but unable to, immobile and locked in his secure, unforgiving restraints as Mello had made sure he was.

“You really want it, huh?” He said as he pulled away before pushing back in, tortuously slow. Light’s warm, soft insides moved around him easily, as if made for him. Or rather, Mello had made sure his insides had been molded to him. Day after day until Light was very familiar with the size, shape, and weight of his master inside him.

Light did not answer. Even as his eyelids fluttered, his breathing got harder, and he tried to push down again. Only to move a frustrating fraction of an inch.

What would the former mass murderer’s enemies and worshipers say if they could see him now? Kira, stopped by his collar as he tried to fuck himself on his captor’s cock? It would have infuriated him before, but Mello had made it so the thought sent another wave of arousal to his own sex, making it throb.

Mello never let up, always moving at this measured pace that didn’t allow Light to get what he truly wanted. Instead, dragging his lust frustratingly along.

Light wanted to say that it was at the cost of Mello’s own pleasure, but he knew the mob boss got off on teasing and tormenting him. Sometimes he made it a fast fuck, in a way where Light wouldn’t be satisfied. But other times, slowly making the killer groan as the precipice was denied to him only made it more enjoyable for Mello. Meanwhile, the pressure in his chest kept building and building until Light wished he could yell at Mello. But he was unable to do even that, or Mello would bring down retribution.

And Mello enjoyed punishing Light just as much as fucking him.

Even the reminder of Light kneeling, his back bare, while Mello struck him with a riding crop over and over again was enough to force another wave of arousal and frustration.

It went on like this, tortuously slow with only filthy sounds between them and Light’s deep breaths. Until he couldn’t stop himself from screwing his eyes tight and clenching down on Mello. The mob boss thrust harder in return. It made Light let out a sigh of pleasure, and again, Mello forced himself deeper.

Like a feedback loop, every time Mello brought forth an unwilling moan or twitch or thrust of his hips from Light Yagami, he’d reward him with a more powerful thrust. Something that his captive caught onto quickly, only for his master to put down any thoughts of selfish manipulation immediately. The one time Light tried to fake it, Mello had gone completely still. Light had almost cried out just then.

He leaned in close then, his hot breath brushing against his ear as he murmured, “If you think your master doesn’t know how you really sound when you moan, after all these years, then let me correct you. I know. And if you try to fake that again one more time, I will leave you as you are right now and you’ll never get off for the next week.”

Light bucked his hips up at the mere threat and really did cry out this time.

Mello gave him a wry grin before leaning back, “That’s more like it.”

He started thrusting again, back to his initial slow speed, and just as Light was about to groan in frustration, he pulled at his nipple rings through his still damp shirt and drew a sharp gasp from him.

Mello sped up, even as he kept pulling and pressing down on Light’s sensitive aerolas. He shifted his hips, making his cock grind against his hole, before reaching down and flicking Light’s own pitiful, untouched cock. All of it was enough to draw shuddering breaths from him, to get him quivering, until Mello was going fast enough to make him arch and writhe.

Then he finally, finally brushed against his prostate. The moan was torn from him in an instant, loud enough to almost be a scream.

Light tilted back his head, breathing heavily as he kept his eyes shut. He felt the weight of his master’s fingers grip him possessively. One pushing down on his side and the other wrapped around his throat.

“You look so fucking good like this.” Mello grunted out, breathless as he changed angles so he could strike his prostate again and again, “You’re too fucking beautiful to do anything but warm my cock.”

“The fact that I even let you out to do any of this is something you need to be grateful for.” He panted out, “I should just keep you spread out and tied to my bed at all times, always warm and ready for me.”

Light shook his head, only for Mello’s grip on his throat to tighten further, stopping him in an instant.

Whatever protests he had on his mind left him, especially as Mello drove in deeper and made Light’s toes curl and his hips buck up.

Mello rewarded him for his submission with a sudden bite between his shoulder and neck, forcing Light’s eyes open and a sharp gasp to escape him.

Wide, brown eyes, brimming with overwhelming lust and emotion, met narrowed blue eyes that bore into him with a dark intensity.

Whatever Mello saw in that brief moment of honesty exchanged between them was enough to make him thrust in harder than he had this whole time. It made Light see stars as his mouth fell open to wordlessly scream out Mello’s name. The muscles in his arms and legs tensed against his restraints with a sudden desire to reach up and wrap around this man. To bring the fiery warmth of this dangerous, unpredictable criminal who had defeated him closer, until he had filled and surrounded every part of him.

Both of their restraint was abandoned as Light bared his neck and thrust out his chest to be attacked by Mello’s ministrations. And Mello’s own thrusts grew rapid as he chased his own pleasure, lost in the thrall of his absolute domination of Kira.

Again and again, he drew his cock in and out of Light’s hole, the friction driving both mad.

Light felt it first, as he often did when Mello wasn’t looking for a quick fuck that would leave his captive unsatisfied. The arousal that was blooming in his whole body was growing into too much, until the sensation would be too large for him to keep in. With every twitch of his body and every tug at his piercings from his master, Light grew closer and closer to the edge.

And then it happened. With another deep, unstoppable thrust from Mello that pushed into his most sensitive areas, the pleasure overflowed, making Light arch up and let out an unrestrained moan. The arousal that had been building in his cock finally spilled over all at once, coming out in a long spurt of come that ran down his organ and painted itself against his stomach.

At the same time, the muscles in Light’s body were flexing, and his insides were spasming around Mello’s hard length. Tightening and twitching again and again around the cock filling his hole.

Mello thrusted faster, his own stifled moans escaping him as Light unwillingly pleasured him. Leaning down, he captured Light’s mouth in a hungry, forceful kiss that claimed all of him. Bruising his lips in this wild thing until both were breathless. With his gloved hands, Mello reached down and curled his fingers cruelly into his captive’s nipples, eliciting another wave of overly sensitive pleasure that made Light’s body ache and shudder.

Until Light finally felt the other man tense, his fingers clutching into his shoulders with a vicious, overwhelming strength. He heard Mello’s shuddering breath as he captured Light’s mouth in another consuming kiss. And he felt, most of all, the way Mello’s hard length moved inside him, brushing against his overstimulated walls with friction that was too much and too little all at once.

Light cried out, seeing stars as he was brought to orgasm again, this time with his dick a sputtering, strained thing as he humped into the air.

While Mello drove into him forcefully, bottoming out, and panting as his muscles coiled and he reached his own peak. A strong flood of come rushed out his cock and Light could feel it filling him inside, somewhere deep that made him let out a long moan, pleasured and sated.

For a while, they stayed like that. Their heavy breathing the only thing between the captor and his captive. All reeling pleasure, carnal intimacy, and shared body heat. With Mello feeling Light wrapped snugly around him, showing off his ruined body and unguarded emotions only for him. And with Light feeling satisfied and aching in a good way, made this way by the mob boss above him who would obsess and dominate over only his pet.

Mello was the first one to collect himself, having only come once and with far more preparation for it than Light had. Not surprising when Light rarely, if ever, had control over when Mello would decide to push him over the edge.

He pulled out slowly, stopping just before his tip left. Then he reached over into the basket once again to pull something black out.

Light barely even registered his movements. His mind was still too hazy and focused on his body coming back from his orgasms. Still, he definitely felt it when Mello pulled out and something cold, thick, and heavy was pushed into him by his master.

Light’s eyes widened and he couldn’t help the drawn out moan as Mello slowly pushed it in, making his rim widen around it steadily and sending another pulse of pleasure through him. His hole spasmed once again and it only intensified the feeling, bringing back the knotted bundle of heat in his navel.

He was too tired to even think about pursuing that pleasure right now, wanting to sink back into the cushions and relax, but even as he wanted to rest, Light knew that this would make his arousal stay. The heavy pressure of the object Mello was thumbing into him right now would keep his dick constantly semi hard. Aching, wanting, and tormenting him even when Mello wasn’t there to play with him himself.

His master really was evil, Light thought as his rim widened around the largest part before closing into a secure nook. One that was large enough to keep him spread but also impossible for him to push out without Mello to help him.

He shuddered as the wide base of the object pressed against his ass and realized how visible it must be, how lewd he must look.

Only for him to not have to wonder about it long as Mello grabbed one last thing from the basket before setting it up, tying the object to each of Light’s thighs so it rested in the middle. Something silver and with a little red light on it.

Light whined as Mello moved his hands away to let him see that it was a camera, facing right at his hole just as Mello said it would.

Instantly he flushed, embarrassed. He really hadn’t thought Mello would follow through on this, thinking it was just dirty talk. One of Mello’s many depraved fantasies that he seemed to never run out of.

“Don’t worry, I’m not gonna leave you without a show.” Mello said before flipping up a small tab on the camera, revealing the live video feed from the camera’s lens. Right there, in front of him, he got to see his own ass stretched wide against the base of the black plug. On it, a silver ‘M’ was engraved.

Light’s breath hitched and he shivered as the sight. His hole squeezed against Mello’s warm come inside him. Right in front of him, he watched his own rim clench against the plug that forced him permanently wide and kept it all in. It was completely depraved, playing out for him to see and sending another spasm through him. He whimpered as more blood rushed to his cock.

Satisfied, Mello chuckled before patting him on the thigh.

Then he took a clean part of Light’s pants and used it to wipe off his cock, speaking as he did so, “There. Now both of us will have something to look at while I drive.”

Light would be watching himself. While Mello would be free to hear his sounds of dismay and pleasure, and to see his trophy’s arousal through the mirror at any time.

He should have been indignant, he should’ve been toeing the line with cutting insults that Mello would only just allow, trying to get Mello to clean him up even if he knows he’ll leave him like this, or even just glaring at him. But Mello was looking away from him, with all that damned surety of an owner that knew their attack dog won’t be able to bite and won’t even try. He tucked himself into his boxers and pants and then looked at Light with a glint in his eyes that made any bark that he might’ve tried die out.

“And just so you don’t try to ignore all of this entertainment I’ve set up for us, Kira, you will watch the video the whole way there. You will count every time you clench on the plug, including the times you’ve already done it. When we watch the video, while I’m inside you again, I’ll count them then. How many you’re off by is how many times I’ll bend you over and spank you.”

Light’s heart thudded in his chest, pure, unfiltered shock making its way onto his face. Something that Mello relished.

At the same time, the degrading thought sent another wave of arousal through him, and Light clenched, watching it happen on the video feed, transfixed.

“It shouldn’t be too hard for a genius like you, should it?” He mocked.

Then he reeled back and smacked him on the thigh, forcing another tremor through his body and making Light tighten around the plug again.

“How many now?” Mello demanded.

Light swallowed, his adam’s apple bobbing painfully, “F-Four.”

Mello hummed in satisfaction before reaching down and trailing a finger over his rim, the cool glove making his hot hole twitch once more.

Five.

It drove Light crazy. As he had to watch every movement on the camera, he would be feeling it intimately. It would feed into itself, his arousal at having to watch himself doing something so lewd would only grow, until he would be clenching on the plug more and more often. Something that Mello would no doubt mock him for later. The thought that any miscounted ones would mean Mello punishing him in such a degrading, humiliating way, would fluster him into making more mistakes, gaining an even greater punishment. Something that might arouse him more if he couldn’t control himself.

Every bump in the road would set him off. So would every keen feeling of Mello’s come inside of him. And every glance at the man calmly looking at the road, as if the god struggling with his tormenting, pleasurable predicament behind him was barely worth his notice. And Light had no idea where they were going or how long this trip would be.

It was the perfect mix of a punishment and an arousing, thrilling game. The kind of cruel balancing act for Kira that only a dangerous genius like Mello could devise.

“I thought you would like that.” Mello said, as if answering his thoughts. Satisfied that he was right once again.

And for a moment, it was quiet, both men satisfied.

But Mello would never let up, he always had to have even the tiniest victory, to infuriate Light and set him off once again. As he bore his gaze into his captive, tilting his head as if in thought, Light got to see the very moment Mello’s cruelty returned. An amused, wicked glint passed through his eyes and made his lips twitch up in a wry smirk.

“You know, I wonder if I should upload the video to the internet once we’re done with it.” Mello mused, “Show the world Kira, horny over a plug stuffed in his hole. Maybe I’d post that in the title, or keep the name vague, never letting them know that they’re looking at the god of the new world clenching down like a cock hungry slut.” He taunted, completely vulgar in an attempt to rile him up.

Light, for his part, just sent him a withering glare, pressing his lips together to keep from rising to the bait. Even as his cock twitched, betraying him.

Mello smiled, before patting him condescendingly one last time. Then his face turned serious, his expression becoming dark once more.

“No, you’re right. I’m far too possessive to ever share you like that.” He said it lowly, a promise lingering in the shadows of his eyes, telling Light that Mello would be his only owner, the only one to ever get to see Kira forced low and stripped bare.

This covetous criminal that reveled in his domination over his ruined god. And Kira would never, ever be allowed to accept another master.

Not that he would try. No, whether he liked it or not, Light found that his obsession with this torturous, unpredictable man was something he could not be deprived of.

Then Mello backed up, about to leave Light alone to his predicament. Only for Light to instinctively try to lean forwards and follow him, being pulled back to a sudden halt by the restraints instead.

Still, he strained against them.

“Mello.” He forced out. A name loaded with far too much meaning to even begin to unpack.

Danger. Cruel. Hate. Defeat. Unpredictable. Interesting. Control. Punishment. Arousal. Master. Please. Thank you.

Mello simply looked back at him with a gaze far too close to understanding, “I know.”

And then he was out the door, closing it behind him with a finality before walking past the windows and getting into the driver’s seat without another glance. He put the car in drive, pulled them back onto the road, and they were once more speeding through the countryside. The rest of the world was untouched by their debauched act, even Mello seemed composed, as if it didn’t affect him. It was only his captive tied up in the back who was left reeling and marked like the used courtesan Mello called him.

And there he lay, still bound and with a cooling dampness that teased at his pierced nipples. Breathless, left full, and always wanting for more.

Light Yagami, Kira, come undone by the mob boss who had leashed him.

Chapter 2

A few days after they reached the safehouse, Mello and Light were deep into their work. They were following a lead on the remnants of a rival mafia group, tracking down the few inner circle members that managed to get out of the country right before Mello and Kira had torn down everything of their organization.

The house they were in was at the edge of the city, with a good few acres between them and any other residents. It was a little run down, the wood splintering, the faucets rusted, and the dark varnish was uneven. It was made to be unassuming and that was just what the untrained senses would pick up at a first glance. But, as always, there were signs of Mello’s hidden wealth if one were more observant. The furniture was designed to look drab but everything was comfortable and well made. Expensive weapons and technology were hidden just out of sight. Within every room, tucked under floorboards and inside vents, was a cache of tens of thousands of dollars in case they suddenly had to leave. And the light fixtures were expensive, allowing Mello to dim them to his exact preference. The heavy blackout curtains just added to that. It was dark and smothering.

It absolutely screamed Mello in every way.

His master looked completely at ease, lounging in the den room with a stack of papers laid out before him. To the side, the furniture had been pushed away to make room for a big, industrial desk that was filled with monitors running a number of facial recognition programs and compiling hacked data. Emails, government orders, cellular communications, anything that’d further narrow down their search.

It had been Light’s task to set it all up. But after that? Mello had put him to work on something ‘much more useful’ in his words.

To his chagrin, Light had been made to lay out a number of Mello’s cigars for him to pick out at his leisure, along with some chocolate if the mood struck him. He’d also had Kira grab a nice, chilled bottle of whiskey, ordering him to stand nearby and fill up his glass whenever he wanted.

It wasn’t the first time Mello had made Kira do something as stupid as acting like a mere servant. Light had even gotten good at it at this point. Skilled at the meticulous attention to detail, perfect at holding his tongue, and capable of keeping his face blank. So no displeasure showed and Mello had less of a reason to taunt and punish him.

He could even keep himself entertained by looking over his captor’s shoulder, and reading the documents the other man had in hand.

If only Mello wasn’t neglecting all his other vices in favor of toying with Light.

Without even looking up from his papers, Mello held out his almost empty glass idly, the demand hanging in the air.

Light cringed internally as he picked up the whiskey from the side table and attentively filled it up again. Despite his perfectly disciplined behavior, inside, he was of two, conflicting minds. He was grimacing at what was coming next, that was the emotion that was easiest to acknowledge. But then there was that energy that thrummed up his spine, his heart beginning to beat faster, perhaps in excitement. He tried not to think about how well his body responded to such a minor but humiliating thing.

Mello took a sip of the alcoholic drink, the pretty amber liquid that matched Light’s eyes so well, going down easily.

He placed the glass back onto the side table with a dull thud and Light couldn’t help but look at the condensation gleaming across the glass, the cool beads of water now on Mello’s fingers. Light tracked his master’s hand as he reached up, moving his grasp towards Light without even having to look, the motions very familiar now.

His dress shirt was unbuttoned, left open at Mello’s discretion, and the man found what he was looking for easily. Light pulled together his self discipline and did not move, did not even flinch when Mello’s fingers found his chest, pressing against his areolas with ease before hooking into the silver rings that adorned them. Bare skin against bare skin, with Mello’s fingers cooled by the icy condensation of his drink and Light hypersensitive to it.

He kept silent, hands behind his back even as the already hardened buds were flicked and pinched. Each time sent a tingle up his spine and a warmth to his navel. It was instinctual, physical, and no matter how much he wished he didn’t react to it, Light was unable to block out those sensations.

Mello had not addressed him in hours. Just reaching out every so often to press his fingers in and tug at his piercings. Once, when Light had inched just a little too far back, Mello had held out his hand, without looking up, and hummed demandingly. Not even needing a word to make Light step up and let the man toy with his bare chest all over again. Even while resenting it, he had been well trained.

Another press of Mello’s thumb stole the breath out of him and made Light’s entire body warm up.

He hooked a finger into the piercing and pulled the ring down, until Light felt the barest of aches there and an aching feeling below.

He remembered when Mello first had them pierced. He had been imprisoned by him for three weeks at the time. Mello had kept him in a cellar. His ankles had been chained together so they could only move a foot apart, his wrists were in metal shackles, and his arms were bound strictly behind him with a black leather arm binder. He hadn’t given the arm binder much thought then. Only considering it as a way to restrain him and not as the erotic thing he’d been trained to associate it as.

Mello hadn’t done anything to him at that point that hinted his intentions towards him.

But the piercings had made that apparent.

The mafia boss had had to drag Kira out, kicking and shouting through the complex’s basement halls. But the grip around his arm wouldn’t budge no matter how hard he threw his weight into it. While Light’s fights with L had motivated him to build his strength and skill, he had never been very strong or imposing. His build was far more inclined to lean muscle. And what strength he did have had waned the longer he spent bound in captivity.

Mello, while shorter than Light and also not bulky, had a muscle definition that spoke of many hours of intense exercise. Where Light, L, and Near had dismissed something as simple as physical power. It was clear that the mafia had forced Mello to shape up.

He had been able to drag his prisoner in an iron grip, all the way until they’d reached yet another concrete, windowless room where a masked piercing artist was waiting. Mello had easily strapped him down to the piercing chair and began unbuttoning his shirt, tearing it open, even as Light thrashed and tried to get any upper hand he could. He’d tried yelling for help, tried to fake the act of a scared innocent, and tried manipulating the piercer into taking even a little pity on him. And, when all else failed, he threatened Mello.

Only for the man to slap him across the face so hard, it snapped his head to the side, and the sound echoed in the room. He had been in shock for just a moment before the pain in his cheek started to burn. Whatever he might’ve said was stopped as Mello gagged him with some cloth and tied it tightly to the headrest.

“Don’t struggle.” Mello finally spoke up, the first words he’d spoken since the day he’d kidnapped Light. It was not advice, it was an order, “It’ll hurt more if you do and then we’ll have to do this all over again.”

Kira’s gaze had been absolutely murderous as he glared at Mello. Something full of rage, the eyes of a vicious, ruthless killer. His gaze almost looked red in the harsh lighting. Barely human. And Mello, self assured that he was, had stared him down without so much as flinching. The epitome of a real monster. This domineering mafia boss with half his face scarred looked down at Kira. His blue eyes, shadowed by his bangs, were unimpressed.

He’d stepped back, giving the masked person room to work, before signaling with his hand that they could begin.

Light had been thrashing and shouting through the gag as he was pushed down and his first nipple was wiped with a sterile alcohol pad. He had kept fighting even as the worker marked where they would be piercing, when they clipped on forceps to keep the nipple hard, and when they turned around to their tray and brought up a needle. He only froze when he felt the end press against his skin, an incredibly sharp thing that he felt keenly.

Internally, his mind raced.

He had not wanted to imagine how much it would hurt to buck at the wrong time and have his skin torn apart by it. He doubted Mello would give him anything for the pain either. Then there was always infection to consider. Would his captor bother to give him antibiotics and treat him? Or would he leave Light to get sicker and sicker, becoming weak in the end and hurting his chances of escape?

It was not worth the risk. He could take the piercings out later and the puncture wound would heal. He could tolerate this. If only so he wouldn’t cause more damage to himself. Decision made, he quieted down and kept very, very still.

Light took in a sharp breath and held it in his lungs, tense. For that split second, right before the needle went through, Light’s eyes had snapped up to Mello’s. Unyielding, stony blue. But with a glint there that he wouldn’t even begin to be able to decipher for a long time.

Then, in one, sudden movement, the needle was pushed through. It had surprised him how intimately he felt it. From the tugging sensation to the noticeable weight of the metal needle. Only for it to quickly be overtaken by a hot, sharp pain.

It had punched the air out of him. More out of shock at how real it all suddenly felt than out of any actual pain. In that respect, it was far less terrible than he thought it’d be.

Then the piercer came back with a single silver ring. More detailed and delicate than he would have expected from Mello. It was small, maybe a little bigger than the nail of his pinky, with small engraved lines that twisted uniformly around the whole ring.

Within a few seconds, the piercer had guided the metal into the new hole and let it lie there. It was cold, taking away some of the heated pain blooming across his chest. Light did not know how to feel about the unfamiliar weight it brought. It was a light thing but even then he still felt it pulling down.

He stared down at the piece of jewelry, entranced for a moment at the way it glinted, almost disbelieving that it was there. It was so outside of the realm of possibilities he’d ever considered. He was Light Yagami, straight laced, respected son of the late police chief. He was Kira, a god among men. His mind had never even considered something so risque, not in relation to him.

Not even L had done something so unexpected to him.

Mello had. And Light found himself refusing to look up at him.

Then the masked worker was back and his thoughts had snapped back to the situation.

Forcing himself to relax, Light had settled back into the padded chair and this time, allowed the worker to sterilize the area, mark it, and grip it with the forceps without shouting through the gag or struggling against his restraints. With measured movements, the worker pierced him again and this time it only garnered a slight jerk.

What blood had beaded up was quickly dabbed away and more disinfectant was applied.

A matching ring joined the first.

Both delicate as they glinted in the light, almost as if they were teasing him, even as they cooled the small, warm pain from the pricks.

Light thought that was it. Thought that he’d get to be unstrapped now and be hauled back to his cell in his tight shackles and arm binder. He’d either find a way to escape or bide his time until the restraints were eventually removed and make an attempt then. He’d get rid of these damned rings, kill Mello for even daring to do this to him, and be done with it.

Now he knew better. Mello would never have been content to let such a possibility lie. He would never let Kira think for even a moment that his ownership wasn’t permanent.

A glint of silver caught his attention and Light was once more looking at the worker. But this time, he didn’t know what they were doing. In their hand was something that almost looked like a thick pen but a cord ran from the bottom and to an outlet. It wasn’t familiar to him and that made Light wary.

They approached and Light forced himself not to lean away in his restraints. He did not want to give his captor a sign of weakness. So he focused on what was happening in front of him instead. An impassive expression on his face save for his sharp, watchful gaze as the tool got closer.

Mello’s voice broke through the silence.

“This is so you know you can’t get away.”

It had been so somber, so serious, and with a hint of what would later grow into an all consuming possessiveness over his trophy.

Still, Light refused to look his way.

Mello stepped closer then. Each slow stride accompanied by the sound of his shoes striking against the concrete, crisp and echoey in the almost empty room.

Light saw out of the corner of his eye as he came up to his side. His dark, imposing figure stood at the edge of his vision. The still way he held himself spoke of danger and control. It was this criminal who had taken him and forced him here. Kira would not acknowledge him.

Then the metal tip of the tool reached where both ends of the silver ring met and a small, bright spark of light came from it. He barely had time to blink that out of his vision before a matching spark lit up over the other ring. The piercer backed away and Light took in the sight of both rings, suddenly closed completely. With no end or beginning for them.

The realization hit Kira in an instant.

And just as suddenly, he was lunging at the mob boss, every muscle in his body fighting against the thick restraints that held him down. He had shouted threat after threat behind the gag, losing his composure in a second at this criminal who had dared to do this to him. When he escaped, he would ensure a gruesome death for the man. Something far worse than the fires that had given him his scar.

Kira had never been so incensed in his life. He could remove the piercings, maybe not as easily as before but a strong enough wire cutter would do it. But it was the act that mattered. Mello had just claimed ownership over his very body in such a degrading way, in a way he hadn’t anticipated in all these weeks, and Kira had never been angrier in his life.

His curses were cut off with Mello’s hand snapping up in an instant and grabbing his chin in a vice-like grip. Painfully hard, he dug his fingers into his skin until his jaw was aching and he could barely move his gagged mouth.

He forced Light’s head up until he was looking right at the mob boss.

And he got a very, very good look at the man he would one day call his master.

“Listen up, Kira, because I will not tolerate you ever ignoring me again. You lost. I won, and I have claimed you as my victory. You will never get away from me and you will be mine until I see fit to kill you. I control every part of you, I will control everything you do, and any disobedience from now on will be punished severely. So you better start listening to your owner.”

When Light had looked into that stormy expression of his master’s, he should have understood right then. There was no listlessness there, not like L or even Near. Nor the indulgence of L, who humored Kira until death had caught up with him. No, this was someone who had a zeal for life that the others didn’t. A man who had learned from the mistakes of the many people Kira had killed before, and did not let up on Kira for even a moment.

He should have realized that this was not someone to be trifled with. That the man standing above him, looking down at Kira like he owned him, was someone who would obsess over keeping his trophy chained up with an unmatched intensity. That every controlled movement of his body, every glint in his eyes, showed his domineering nature and a promise of suffering if he was not followed.

But Kira was a stubborn beast who had not yet been brought to heel.

He was dragged out of that room absolutely seething. Back to kicking, fighting, manipulating, and threatening. When they got back to his cell, Mello had shoved him into the cinderblock wall harshly, then pinned him down before Light could even try getting up. He forced him to his knees, painful against the hard concrete, and then wrapped his wrists in an unforgiving grip. Taking the metal shackles, he locked on a thick chain that wasn’t longer than an inch, before wrenching it back and locking the other end to one of several anchor points bolted into the walls.

With it like this, Light could not even lie down or turn to face a wall. If he had wanted to get the piercings out enough, he could’ve ripped them out by gaining some kind of leverage, anything that he could’ve just hooked the rings on. This would ensure that he couldn’t do that. Which, he supposed, was the point.

Mello looked down on him smugly.

Kira, kneeling below him, breathing hard past the gag, and absolutely infuriated. His chest was left exposed with his shirt still unbuttoned. Making the friction less irritating on the piercings but allowing Mello to see them anytime he walked in.

“If you think this is bad, then you’ll hate what’s coming next.” Mello gloated, “This is only the beginning, Pet.”

A week later, Light Yagami had a bomb in his neck and a matching leather collar locked around his throat.

He had hated what Mello had done to him. But his master was unrelenting. No amount of fighting, pleading, scheming, or bargaining changed Mello. Not once, in the years since he had gotten him, had Mello ever been dissuaded or stopped from doing what he wanted to his body. Only delayed as he punished Light and put him in his place.

And Light really preferred when it felt good. When he was at the whims of this monster who could be so unpredictable. Who could hold him in his arms, with a strength and discipline that was almost gentle when Kira behaved. He could make even punishment feel good when he wasn’t truly pissed off.

And there was something about that that made him respond. For someone who had stood above others for all his life and always got his way, the sensation of having someone above him at all times, someone who he couldn’t control but rather, controlled him, was thrilling as much as it grated on his nerves. It was always a challenge. Every time he thought he had perfected his role, learned all of his duties, and all of Mello’s reactions, his master moved the bar again. Kicking him back to the bottom and keeping him there underfoot, so that he would never gain the upper hand.

The punishments would start up again, pleasurable ones that were for Mello’s amusement more than anything else. His duties would get difficult as all the rules and standards he had learned before were tossed out the window. And Light would be made to struggle in this balancing act once more.

So it was a challenge, something that took all his attention, just as Mello wanted, even as it became easier and easier to submit with each scene that passed. The difficulty was always there, while the stubborn resistance he put up was slowly worn away as Mello firmly eased him into his subjugation.

Now, the nipple piercings that he had once fought and cursed so hatefully over were openly displayed and freely played with by his master’s hand.

Another sip of his whiskey, a shuffling of pages as he looked over his work, and then a cruel, idle tug of his left ring. It brought Light out of his memories of that day, landing him firmly within the present.

Where he was being treated as an object with no say.

Every time Mello tugged, pressed, and dug in his fingernails was a small torment that sent a tingling sensation through Light.

And then Mello took his hand away before letting it drift down. Light watched intently, warily, and with far too much anticipation as his hand came to rest over his length, cupping it through his pants and feeling the slight hardness underneath. He didn’t dare move away, even as embarrassment filled him and mixed with his arousal at being treated this way.

Mello still hadn’t looked back at him. Just tilted his head and hummed in amused satisfaction.

Then he tossed the papers in his hand onto the coffee table. Discarding his work only meant one thing. Light straightened up.

“Pants down, bend over, hands on the desk, Pup.” Mello ordered.

Light allowed himself only a moment for his indignation to flair. While he kept his expression perfectly schooled, his breath stopped, his body tensed, and his hands curled into fists for just a second. An angry heat rose in him, before he forced himself to let go of his indignation and was left with the warmth of arousal instead.

With only the barest of tension that was all anticipation and none of his flair of anger, he moved before Mello could reprimand him.

Passing in front of him, he felt his master’s gaze follow him. It was full of heavy desire, something almost physical that Light could feel weighing on him.

Swallowing in embarrassment, he came to stand in front of the desk before pushing down the waistline of his pants. There wasn’t anything underneath, Mello hadn’t allowed him underwear today which sent another flush of heat across his face. Then he planted his hands on the metal desk and leaned over so his ass stuck out. Completely bare for Mello to rake his gaze over.

The seconds ticked by and Light knew that Mello would be watching him with greed and no small amount of ownership. He would stretch on the moment for however long he wanted and leave Light stewing in this humiliating, erotic position. But as frustrating as it was waiting for Mello to hurry up, end this show, and take him, Kira would not yell at him. He wouldn’t protest or growl out any demands, not unless he wanted Mello to tie him up and mix pain with pleasure.

But finally, he heard his master get up, his ears keenly aware of his movements and picking up every little sound. His heeled boots clacked against the wooden floor, the noise getting closer and closer with every deliberate step his master took.

Then it was silent as he came to a stop, and Light felt Mello’s warmth pressing right up against him. Strong arms, bare with his vest, wrapped around his body. One hand curled possessively around his throat. He felt Mello’s hot breath against his skin and felt him press his hips into his ass, his jeans rubbing harshly against Light’s bare skin.

It forced him closer to the desk and Light held back a groan as his half hard cock got pressed against the hard metal surface.

Then Mello took one hand away to push down his jeans. He reached for the bottle of lube set out on the table, something Light had put out earlier when he was setting up the safehouse. They were everywhere. In every room so that Mello could bend him over whenever he wanted. It was the kind of thing that had become normal in his routine but never failed to tug at his gut, sending a small bit of heat down to his navel each time Light had to do it. Mello didn’t even need to order him to anymore. It was just expected that Light would set this all out for him, that he’d do something as degrading as making it convenient for his master to penetrate him.

Mello poured some onto his fingers, circling his entrance for only a moment before pushing them in. His fingers entered his loose hole without any resistance and Light was filled with burning shame at how easily his body accepted Mello. A shame that only mixed with need as he stretched his rim and dug his fingers into Light’s sensitive walls. He barely had to work him open at all before he was able to take away his hand and guide his head into his hole. Without a word, Mello sunk in slowly, his stiff member filling Light up and stealing his breath away. He kept his hands braced against the table, his head straight forward.

Then Mello bottomed out and Light positively melted.

There was that warm familiarity that Mello had trained him to love. That deep seated thing that was proof of his domineering self.

Then he pulled out and snapped his hips forward quickly, and Light choked on air.

Grabbing his throat in one hand and gripping around his chest in the other, Mello kept him in place as he thrust in and out of Light roughly. At a pace suiting him, and ignoring Light’s own pleasure completely.

So it would be one of those times, where it was all about Mello getting off, and Kira was just the place for him to put his cock.

Somewhere, far away in the back of his mind, was a whisper that Kira was not supposed to be used like this. That he was above this. But it had been a long time since Light had seriously listened to his pride. Every time he’d been forced to his knees, a whip hitting his back, or a ring gag shoved in and making his jaw ache for days for trying to bite, had taught him to obey more often than not. Especially when Mello was making him heady and making his legs feel weak.

And even though he was being used without a thought spared to him, every thrust still drove Light wild, and cleared any thoughts of rebellion from his ‘pretty head’ as Mello would put it.

Each plunge spread him apart and made something warm bloom in his gut, and he had to keep his jaw tightly closed to muffle the breathy moans rising up. While he was content to obey, he refused to let Mello have the gratification. Both men knew he enjoyed being used like this. It was apparent when he clenched on his master’s cock, and when his stifled sounds became wanton noises that got caught in his throat, with Mello able to feel every quiet moan as vibrations under his hand. But he would hold back anything he could, just to put up the resistance.

If he wasn’t stubborn, then he would not be the pet that Mello loved tormenting and pleasing so much.

So Light stayed quiet and upright, never looking back, and let himself be plunged into again and again. All while knowing that the mounting arousal he had now wouldn’t be enough. Mello would get off sooner than him and his pet would be left aching. He could feel the man getting closer already. His hard length thrusting faster inside of him, Mello not bothering to hide every sharp intake of breath and shaky gasp as his own pleasure built. His fingers wrapped around Light tightly, gripping into his form and pressing indents into his skin.

All at once, Mello grabbed the back of his neck and shoved him down, so he was bent down even more and with his ass stuck out further. The jarring movement earned a grunt out of Light and for a moment, he was worried that his knees would buckle.

Then Mello shoved in again, this new angle allowing him to go even deeper, and Light couldn’t stop the groan from leaving his lips.

Ramming in one, two, three more times and leaving Light panting, a sheen of sweat building up along his body, until his master tensed behind him and drove his cock in one final time. Light knew what was coming, ached for it, as the mafia boss held him down and filled him with come.

Light breathed harshly, his mind in overdrive as the overwhelming sensations cascaded over him. The strong grip on his body, the presence of Mello, looming and suffocating behind him, the pressure and warmth inside his most intimate place.

Although, Kira mused with a start, could he really call it his?

It definitely felt like it was owned by his master at all times, just like every other part of him.

The realization sent a flash of heat straight to his still hardening cock, flushed and unacknowledged.

Behind him, Mello’s own breathing was evening out. Leaning over his back, he pressed his face into the nook between Light’s neck and shoulder, kissing and sucking at it harshly before biting it hard. It drew a long and heady moan from Light and he thought then, feverishly, if that was the real reason Mello wore heeled boots. So he was tall enough to stand over him, fucking him roughly, before claiming him with teeth marks, sharp and painful enough so that every interaction would hurt Kira. Tinging even these moments with small punishments.

Light arched his neck back, a nearly inaudible gasp escaping him as Mello pulled back. He blew cold air teasingly on the new bite mark and ground his hips against his property, shifting the cock still in him.

Light relaxed into Mello’s hold for only a moment before he regained his composure. About to move off, he was stopped by Mello’s hold.

“I didn’t say you could move.” He murmured, a warning in his voice.

He stilled, even as that stubbornness of his reared its head, “I have to clean myself. We have work to do.” He grit out.

“You will stay right here.” His arms stayed firm around his captive’s body.

A second passed, then two, before Light forced himself to go lax. Seeing that his pet wasn’t going to fight him on this anymore, Mello lessened his grip some.

Then a ring tone sounded out, interrupting the quiet of the room and Light stiffened again. He tried to straighten up only for the hand on his neck to stop him. Looking to the side, Kira watched as the screen of one of Mello’s many burner phones lit up, vibrating against the metal table. On the screen was the code name of one of Mello’s many hired thugs. They were under explicit instructions not to contact their boss unless important information came up.

He expected Mello to finally relent, to pull out of him and take the call. But he didn’t. He stayed right where he was, keeping Light firmly bent over the desk and feeling the weight inside of him.

“Answer the call.” He spoke.

Light swallowed, a bead of sweat trailing down the side of his head.

Something settled in his gut at the order and at the compromising position.

Of course Mello wouldn’t just let up. He should’ve known better. This was his master, after all.

Reaching over slowly, Light managed to wrap his hands around the phone and flip it open, bringing it to his ear.

With his voice rigidly controlled, his tone gave nothing away, “This is Kira.”

Completely commanding and all business. No one would ever know that the right hand man of the infamous mafia boss, rumored to be the real Kira, was being so debased right now.

He could feel Mello smiling into the crook of his neck. The bastard.

“We’ve located Nikolaev, his people have been spotted in Benavente, and we have eyes on him right now, through the Santiago Hotel. B-Team is ready for a quick extraction or a quiet one. There’s two snipers in position at each end of the street in case he runs and one with current line of sight if you order a hit.”

Despite the situation, Light only imparted a fraction of his attention on it. Not that it needed much effort. Dealing with the machinations of the criminal underworld, this blood business Mello had sicced him on, came naturally. Most of his attention, as it always was, was focused on his master. Aware of every breath, every movement, and every pressure that he put on him. Both inside and out.

Behind him, Mello wrapped his arms even further around Light, caging his body in his grasp.

“Well, dog, answer him.” Mello murmured, too quiet for the phone to pick up.

But it still made Light’s face flush, something that Mello clearly saw if his low laugh meant anything.

The feared mafia boss’ attack dog. Kira.

When Mello had first captured him, in the weeks after he had him pierced and collared, he had occasionally visited Kira while the killer was gagged and chained up in his cell. Light remembered that he was always seething as he glared up at him. Occasionally, he'd try to put on an act of indifference but that mask fractured as the discomfort of the concrete room and biting chains got to him. While Mello was completely unfazed. He would sit in a chair, one leg propped over the other, arms spread across the arm rests or back, and lean back, looking down at his property, completely relaxed. Some days, he wouldn’t speak at all. Silence would hang in the air as he idly looked down at Kira, sometimes promising pain, other times amused, but always with that damned smug look in his eyes. An air of superiority that never really left, and he’d only earned as he came to subjugate Kira.

But other times, he would talk. He would gloat about his victory over Kira, he would insult him, and sometimes, he would tell Light that one day, he would be his to command. He said it with utter certainty, as if it were something inevitable. That one day, Kira would be a properly leashed dog at his beck and call, and he’d serve the mafia boss that defeated him. He’d become his right hand man, given the bittersweet duty of punishing criminals but only at the order of one himself.

The only thing that Mello mused over — the only uncertainty — was whether Kira would remain the name of his dog.

It would be such righteous karma, for Light to be stripped of the name he had worked so hard for. Only his master would know it, and in that way, he would be keeping Kira all to himself.

With a laugh, Mello had proposed the idea of making his codename ‘Kronos’. After the Greek god that had been defeated, ending his reign, and capturing him for eternity in the underworld.

But in the end, Mello’s desire to gloat — to parade Kira around as his trophy and the loyal lapdog at his feet — won out and Light got to keep his name.

And the man who had leashed him spoke it with ownership, and a mockery of reverence.

He moved up, shifting inside of Light and making him stutter out a breath. Nipping the shell of his ear, just to be mean and to stake his claim, the blond brought his lips close to Light’s ear and whispered.

“Do what you’re best at, Kira.”

And Light shuddered before gathering himself, swallowing hard, and speaking into the phone.

“Take the shot.”

He barely listened to the confirmation before the phone was taken from his hands, Mello pressing his thumb against the red button to hang up before haphazardly throwing it to the side. Not even a moment later, his hands were back on Light. This time with both hands wrapping tightly around his wrists and wrenching them up so that Light couldn’t support himself on the desk and was held up entirely by Mello.

Light grunted at the sudden shift, “Mello—”

“You always sound so put together when you take those calls.” He said, cutting him off, “It’s funny that they think you’re someone powerful and dangerous. Some big, bad wolf. When you’re really here, letting yourself be speared on my cock.”

Light really hated that the dirty talk worked.

“What a bold mouth you have, always saying such violent things.” Mello continued.

One hand left his wrist, only for Mello to catch both wrists in one hand. Two fingers pressed against his bottom lips and after a moment of deliberation, he let his mouth fall open. But not before his master punished him for his brief resistance with a sudden and forceful shove of his length inside him.

Kira let out a choke at the sudden thrust and Mello’s sudden intrusion into his mouth kept him making plenty of lewd noises.

“You’ve used your Kira voice enough for today.” Mello teased as he toyed with Light’s mouth, pressing against his tongue and the inside of his cheeks. He spread his lips wide, wantonly, and his fingers were soon glistening.

And then his fingers were gone and he was pulling himself out of Light’s hole, guiding them back to the couch where he pushed Light down. His pet fell onto his knees, the wood hard against them, but other than a slight grimace he showed no other displeasure. Light stayed down there, exactly where he was. Attempting to get up would only piss Mello off. He didn’t even dare try to pull his pants back up to cover his flushed cock, still fully on display. Not when he was so aroused and Mello was in such a good mood.

Like this, he wanted to be used.

Mello sat back on the couch, sitting a little forward so that Light was in between his legs, with a thigh on either side of his head.

Mello opened up the side table drawer and pulled something silver and black out. From the corner of his eye, Light eyed the ring gag and felt another rush of heat go down his spine at the erotic sight. A trained response and one he did not mind.

“Let’s use your mouth for something better.”

And then Mello was forcing the gag into his mouth and buckling the leather straps behind him, leaving Light with no way to close his mouth, already full of saliva from Mello’s earlier ministrations. Mello would be able to slide in easily, and that thought made Light’s eyelids lower a little, a pleased feeling humming in his chest.

Then Mello curled one fist into his hair and pushed him forwards.

Mello’s cock entered smoothly until he had nearly pushed his whole length in, and let it sit heavily on Light’s tongue. Whatever gag reflex Light had once had was long gone. Obliterated after repeated use after use.

It was humiliating and it made Light’s whole body run hot.

“Go on, clean it.” Mello said.

And Light suddenly wished he could bite down, but only for a split second before he expertly cooled down his temper. It was one thing to be fucked and degraded, but the fact that Mello was just going to use him like an object to clean him up set off whatever remnants were left of Kira’s offended pride.

His eyes trailed up to look at Mello, making it very apparent of what he thought of that idea.

Only for his master to pat him on the head, “Don’t get huffy now.” Despite the playful words, it was very much an order.

Light brought his gaze back down, annoyed, but started using his tongue as ordered. Cleaning up his master with care but slow enough not to make him hard again. Mello probably wouldn’t be pleased if he goaded him into wanting to take Light again, when he was supposed to be servicing him.

A few minutes later, when Mello finally considered him done, he pulled Light off his length before tucking himself back into his jeans.

Light watched him carefully but Mello made no move to unbuckle the gag.

As if sensing his thoughts, Mello looked down. He leaned over with one elbow on his leg, his chin was propped up in that hand idly, while the other hand reached down towards Kira. Light leaned back a little in resentment but didn’t go further as Mello took his face in hand and almost gently ran his thumb across his jaw.

“Like I said, you’ve used your voice enough today. Let’s make this a quiet evening, hmm, Pup?”

And Light felt anger stir in him once again as Mello straightened up and turned away, picking up his discarded work from earlier and flipping to another target. While he stayed kneeling at his feet, piercings and length on full display, Mello’s come inside of him, slowly beginning to leak out, and a ring gag keeping his mouth open lewdly. Unable to swallow back the saliva inside until he would be humiliatingly drooling.

Kira’s eyes were verging on murderous.

At least until Mello shifted, his boot pressing against Light’s cock with just the right amount of pressure, and his anger merged into something else entirely. Mello would keep him down there as long as he wanted, he would have to take it whether he wanted to or not, but as long as Mello pressed down just like that, Light would be a far more obedient dog.

Chapter 3

"On your knees."

It was an authoritative voice.

He fell without a thought.

There was something that absolutely enamored Mello to his pet. Even six years after capturing him, he could watch the smooth, carved lines of Light's muscles, the poise of his body, the beautiful mastery of his expressions, which only Mello could decipher.

And Light, kneeling in the middle of the room, the most obedient and perfect that he had ever been, knew this.

Perhaps that was why he had deigned to give up far more of his resistance. If Kira were to be the pet of anyone, it would have be to someone who could master his body so completely and still look on it with prideful ownership. Someone who, even after years of knowing him inside and out, had a powerful, possessive gleam in their eyes that never faded. One that never slackened the leash.

His master could only ever be someone who would see his dog about to bite, and catch his fanged mouth in a tight grip without so much as flinching.

Something Light initially seethed at, and now perceived with a respect he'd only ever silently acknowledge, in the way he'd bow his head and let Mello freely run his hands across his body.

And then came the punishments for trying to bite. Something that sent a shiver up his spine and lit up his nerves.

"Hands behind your back." This time, it was quieter, barely a murmur in the space, devoid of everyone but them. But Light still listened to it and obeyed it immediately, and with practiced moves, he shifted his hands behind his back, one cusped in the other.

A ghost of a sensation trailed up his back. A riding crop lightly gliding across his skin, but it may as well have been made of iron, as it did not bend to Light's body, Light bent to it. Just the faintest touch of the riding crop held by the man behind him had him adjusting just how Mello liked him. Like his voice, Light obeyed the whispers of touch just as much as the strong commands, and the strictest of bondage. It made no difference, the intention was always the same. Obey and heel.

No matter the act, no matter the time of day, no matter the setting. It could be a penthouse, in a car. In the restroom of a money laundering operation, dressed up as an art gala, even.

 

At least it had once. In the fancy lounge area of the men's room. The whole time Light had watched the door out of the corner of his eye, worried that at any moment someone could walk in and see him on his knees, sucking off the mob boss. Until Mello had tightly gripped his chin in his hand and barked out the order that Light should only be looking on him. And when, even then, he couldn't help but take a few, fleeting glances, Mello had punished him by turning on the toy inside of him, pressed against that little spot of his. It was barely a buzz but the on and off torturous pleasure had his mind hazy enough to get him focused on only his task. He still remembered being glad when Mello had finished, and he'd swallowed all of it almost eagerly, just to get the toy to turn off. Only for Mello to strip him bare, and turn it right back on once they got back to their safehouse from the evening gala. He'd had him panting in front of him, writhing and stifling moans for the rest of the night, knowing that he couldn't remove it without risking a far worse punishment.

And that only made it worse, knowing he could physically take it out at any time, but it would stay firmly within him no matter how he squirmed. Would Mello have stopped him if he tried? Snatched his wrist and bent him over for it? Despite the heady thought that had made him flush even worse, hot all over, Light had never tried. It was humiliating to be like that, as entertainment, while his master had his fun watching. Even worse because it wasn't in the bedroom. It was in the rooms of his high rise apartment. Mello simply watched the news and went about his tasks, with only a few huffs of laughter every now and then when his sub couldn't stop a particularly loud moan.

"I... I... When can you take it out...?" He'd panted.

The corner of Mello's mouth quirked up as he sent him a smirk, "Whenever I say."

And only after hours of this small, torturous buzz that wasn't enough, did Mello grab hold of his body... and took him to the floor to ceiling living room windows and pressed his naked body against the glass. And logically, it was unlikely anyone would see him. They were dozens of floors up. This foreign city, Dubai, didn't have the dense high rises of Tokyo. The nearest one at the height of their high rise was still a good distance away, it was unlikely, he tried to reassure himself.

But still, that didn't stop his whole body from flushing as Mello reached around with a gloved hand, fully clothed in comparison to him, and stroked him off.

Because he still felt very much exposed.

And after so long aroused, Mello, that voyeur, had made him almost grateful to finally be pushed over the edge.

"For worrying about a simple, stupid door." He had said to him in explanation as he stroked up and down, his pet choking out moans in his arms, held up only by their strength.

And Light had understood then.

Ah, the edging had never been the punishment. This wicked play was. And maybe Mello had always planned it, from the very beginning. He was prone to setting Light up to fail, just so he could punish him.

Because Mello's punishment were often for his own amusement. But they were also often used for something else, conditioning.

For failing to pay attention to Mello, and only Mello at a small gala. Worried about someone walking in. And now, as punishment, Light was being displayed like this, so, so debauched, atop a glimmering city at night. For anyone to watch if they simply looked. And after hours and hours of being teased, he felt the rush of arousal settling in right alongside the tinge of embarrassment.

And as he came, the only thing he paid attention to, was the feel of Mello's hands on his body, and the reflection of the mob boss' face in the glass.

And after that, the threat of being caught, the few times Mello wanted to have his way with him in a public place, only enveloped his burning arousal in a new way.

But now they were not in public. No, in stark contrast to that night in Mello's high rise apartment, they were alone. In an old townhouse in America, wedged between a row of several others like it. It would pass as normal to the rest of the suburban neighborhood. One among a few empty properties that were simply assumed to be summer homes. It's just that this one had several secrets inside. Many older than when they had even gotten there.

Hidden stashes in the walls, a place for a small armory hidden under the floorboards, things from crime syndicates long since gone by. Used and then abandoned by mafia men that had owned the property and the cities around it decades ago.

"It's important to acknowledge one's history." Mello had joked as he'd converted the spaces for their own use.

As he worked, with Light beside him to assist at any command, he'd spoken of the history of the cartel that used to own California. It reminded Light of the odd balance of his master. An educated genius and a mafia man all at once. Very different from the idea of criminals he'd had so many years ago.

And then he'd gotten up, with Light following behind, watching him with curiosity. Mello had knocked his knuckles against the walls a few times, before the dull thud was replaced with a louder, echoing one. Light wasn't too surprised, there were quite a few hidden spots their seller had allegedly told Mello about. It's just, Mello hadn't told him anything about this one.

He hadn't had long to think about it then, as the mob boss had reached a hand back towards Light, never even taking his eyes off the wall in front of him.

"The axe. The large one in the duffel bag." He'd ordered.

Light had dutifully gone to grab just that. And at this point, well, it never even crossed his mind to do anything with the axe except to hand it to his master. Not when his collar still lay as a reminder on his neck. Never having left even six, nearly seven years later.

"Here, Sir."

His master had taken it from him and with a few strong swings, had broken apart the false wall and revealed narrow steps into a basement that was nowhere on the property's records. Stepping inside with the flashlight on Mello's phone, Light trailed in after him, and was led down into the stone brick cellar.

...With a post in the middle with bars on it to chain someone, and it took no imagination for Light to know what that was for. Debtors and prisoners the Mafia wanted to punish. He swallowed as he looked from that, to the chains laid to the side. Everything was in remarkably good condition, protected from the elements down here. He swallowed hard.

And from the unsurprised silence from his master, this was exactly why he'd bought this property.

It only got worse as Mello grabbed him by the back of the neck and forced him down to his knees beside him.

"Well, Pet..." He said as he stroked his head, from his hair down to the nape of his neck.

And Light still couldn't look away from the whipping post in front of him.

"It's about time we had somewhere more permanent to punish you, hm?"

He choked down a cry. Of arousal or fear at the reminder of who his master was to him, he didn't know. Perhaps both.

Mello continued on anyways, stopping his motions for a moment.

"I think you'll be spending quite of bit of time down here. Once it's finished, of course. It'll look a lot nicer than this." Then he resumed stroking his pet's head, this time, his hand was softer, more soothing, and his voice changed ever so slightly to match, "But don't worry, you'll like it."

Mello was very good at getting Kira to accept and love his punishments. He didn't have a choice and his master was crafty.

A few months later, and Mello had managed to renovate the basement. He'd had Light rewire the electricity himself. After all, he knew every part of the Kira case by now, and if Light could create a small trip wire explosive in his desk as a teenager, he could easily connect the house's electricity to the basement. In any case, it hadn't taken him long to brush up on those skills and do just that. It had been Mello's orders, after all. And the man had enjoyed coming down to watch every now and then, before sometimes bending Light over and taking him on a whim. Maybe he took sick pleasure in knowing Light had to help build the room he'd be tied up in and punished in.

Frequently if Mello's words were true.

It only got worse after Mello helped set up the new flooring and walls. Panels of black wood walls and dark mahogany flooring that was stained red, making his master fit right in. While Light was often dressed in light colors, if he was allowed clothes at all, and stood out as something delicate and pure in the dark room. Something to be held down while his false, angelic purity was played with by Mello freely.

Finally, Mello took a lot of pleasure in making Light clean up the whipping post, polishing it up for use. For him to be used on it. The god of the new world kneeling before the very tool of his humiliation, and cleaning it with the deferration of a very well trained pet, servant, and submissive.

While he master watched on the chair he'd brought down, looking at him hungrily, and once Light had finally finished, he'd beckoned him over and had him stripped. Ordered him to climb onto his lap with his back facing his chest, so he could look at the pillory while he rode his master.

"Seemed fitting I made you work on this..." Mello had murmured into his ear, between his own controlled, pleasured sounds, "Kira deserves to work on his own punishments."

Indignation burned. But humiliation was very familiar, and so was the stab of arousal.

"Ngnn... Aren't I... Aren't I already being punished?" He managed, even as a light mist of sweat began to coat his body and he was beginning to get hard.

Wasn't everything already a punishment? Serving this criminal, being bound by him, used by him? Painful punishments were nothing new to him either. Mello frequently did it when he found anything that could be construed as Light stepping out of line.

A laugh was his answer, "Barely."

And Mello squeezed his ass in a way that made Light practically jump. Then gripped his hips in a way that made him still on Mello's cock.

"I think they need to happen more often." His master had said, "Kira should never forget his place. Why he's here."

 

Maintenance punishments, Light had later learned the word for it.

Meant to remind him of his place, Mello had said. Once a week, every week, down in the basement. For as long as they were here, and this current work, growing Mello's organization's influence throughout the west coast, was projected to take years.

It had gained more features, of course. More pieces of bondage furniture and toys that made Light feel ashamed, at least until Mello placed him on them and washed that away with desperation and lust. But the whipping post was still there, mounted in the center of the room.

At first, Light had been securely bound to it every time for his punishment.

But now, Mello occasionally liked to leave him "free". Unbound by anything physical, just to see the rigid obedience that bound him instead. Just like he was doing now, months later. Making slight corrections with his riding crop, that Light followed to a Tee. His dress shirt had been ordered to be taken off, leaving him in his slacks, belt, and dress shoes, with a bare back free for Mello's ministrations. It was both worse and better. Worse, because the act of submitting so completely without anything physical to force it, made it all that more apparent what a trained dog he was. And that could make him angry, just as much as the danger of being physically powerless to the mob boss' whims aroused him.

But then...

The riding crop brushed against his throat, up to his chin.

"Chin up. Eyes forward." Came the order.

And Light straightened his head easily, something very pleasant thrumming through his chest as the riding crop traced against his skin one last time, before falling away, his master apparently satisfied.

Light may not have enjoyed the process of submitting, of falling to his knees without a thought, just as Mello had predicted, but his master's silent approval evoked the vain part of Light Yagami.

And then Light Yagami watched as the other man trailed away, placing the riding crop on a table out of the corner of his eye, and picked up a whip for his punishment instead.

Something that wouldn't leave any lasting marks, but would certainly hurt, and leave red lines across his back as a reminder for days to come.

A shiver wracked up his body at the sight, especially as Mello purposefully let the whip trail behind him on the ground, just in his sight. Before stepping in front of his captive and grazing his chin with his bare fingertips. Still, Light did not take his eyes off where he'd trained them. All he could see was Mello's legs, his boots, and the whip in his hand.

He suddenly snapped the whip against the ground, creating a loud crack sound throughout the room, but Light had braced for it and so he hadn't even flinched.

He liked the attention, he liked the danger.

He liked not giving Mello the satisfaction of looking cowed.

And he liked...

Mello caressed his face firmly but gently... He liked that when he wasn't bound, he got to show Mello how good he was. Kira was well behaved only for him. And Mello would always punish him.

He hated to admit it, would never say it out loud, but Light really did find the maintenance punishments grounding.

Because he would always, always be a monster that wanted the death of criminals. Of anyone that he saw as lesser, a leach to society.

And Mello saw that but didn't put him down like a dog. But leashed him and made him his own prized hound.

His trophy. His hunting dog. Which he allowed to be the killer he naturally was. Despite all of the mocking and dirty talk, all the humiliation and degradation he was put through, this was the true nature of their relationship. These punishments were proof that Mello would always see him as a beast, as something dangerous, and yet had a firm handle on him anyways. A respectable owner that looked down on Light with pride and yet never forgot that it was still a predator he'd brought under heel, and so, he'd never lost his firm hand.

So, it was in some strange way, that Light felt acknowledged.

Even as Mello dropped his hand from his face and circled around to the back of Light. He raised his hand up.

Light's breath shuddered in anticipation.

Then in one quick motion, Mello struck the whip and pain flashed across his back. A stifled, barely audible choke forced its way from his throat, his body jerking forward just a little from the force. The pain soon turned tingly and warm. Making him feel heady with a strange mixture of humiliation and pride. Something that even he could admit was illogical, making absolutely no sense. But then again, wasn't that what Mello was? Something carnal. Something both unpredictable and also a steady, firm hand. He was addicted to that.

"Straighten yourself."

When he spoke, it broke Light out of his thoughts and the sensations, just enough for him to make his muscles move.

The least he could do, for this terrible man who acknowledged he was a beast, even as he forcefully subjugated him, was to get up and readjust his position. Righting himself with the exact posture Mello had first placed him in. Obediently, just as his master had ordered.

And just as soon as he did, came blow, after blow, after blow.

 

-

 

That night, Mello had brought Light into the shower and handcuffed both his wrists to the shower head. Possibly to help him from slipping in case the punishment was too much, but Light was sure it was because Mello really enjoyed seeing him restricted, unable to move.

In any case, Mello turned on the water and maneuvered both of them under it, barely enough slack in the chain for that. Mello stood very, very close behind him as the water poured down, so that it never pounded directly against his pained back. Close enough that occasionally, Light would feel the familiar brush of burn scars against his skin.

Again, maybe out of some mercy, but also just as likely a possessive tendency. The mob boss taking full advantage of being able to manhandle his body and hold him close with him unable to do anything about it.

Light closed his eyes and let out a sigh, releasing all the tension in his body as Mello took some of his own product and lathered it into his hair. Then moving on to cleaning his body, wiping away sweat with an expert pressure that never hurt too much. That soap, too, was Mello's. Light hadn't been allowed his own products since he'd been taken by Mello, finding himself chained up in that old cellar so many years ago. No matter how much he tried to convince the man. At least it wasn't the cold, hosed down showers he was initially given.

He leaned his head back at Mello's ministrations, allowing him to run his hands across his bared neck.

And did it even really matter? If he smelled like pine and spices instead of fresh linen? A scent he'd only worn to make others associate him with good things? He'd forgotten what that brand smelled like, and instead sunk easily into the scent that surround Mello, that surrounded his every waking moment under him.

Lips met his neck, sucking at the sensitive spot there. The rough skin of his cheek was harsh against his skin but so very familiar, it was a comfort.

"Going to sleep?" Mello asked, teasingly, quietly.

"No..." He answered.

And Light could just keep his eyes closed. He didn't need to track Mello's every movement anymore. Didn't need to be wary. At least, not of any real danger.

But he opened his eyes anyways, and craned his head to the side as best as he could so he could look at Mello's gaze. Bright, piercing blue eyes met his. Something icy and like stone, and yet not cold, but fiery. Light wanted to look. If not because the mob boss was a threat to his life, then because he was a threat in other ways. He could have as many guns and knives, chains and whips as he wanted, but it was how he made his captive respond that mattered. He made Light vulnerable and he never entirely hated it.

A man who could make a god want to kneel was a very dangerous man.

Time and proximity would do strange things to people, he would rationalize it away. Tomorrow, he'd try to forget, try to stir up that old resentment. It wouldn't be too hard. He always managed to build it back up, at least until the next week, where the whip would fall against him again, and remind him of this all.

But for now, he just let Mello take care of his property and admit, silently to himself, that only a dangerous man like that, like Mello, could ever be a master he'd respect.

So he supposed it was a good thing, as those hands ran over him so possessively, that Mello would never allow another master.

He may have been a voyeur — Light thought humorlessly — theatrical and occasionally loving the threat of an audience, but just like his chocolate, just like his alcohol, and cigarettes, and all his other vices, Mello hated when others touched his things. And Light very much was his possession.

It was in the way he knew every nook and cranny of his body as he washed him.

As he cleaned his most sensitive, private areas like they belonged to him, and they did. Which Light found both hateful and arousing.

In the waterproof collar that never left his neck, and the pierced nipples he ran his fingers over.

Never quite trying to stir up sexual urges — even though he very much could — but staking his claim nonetheless. Light could practically imagine him looking at his captive so smugly behind him.

And then he was shutting the water off, drying him off and unlocking him from the handcuffs. It was efficient, not a careful, gentle affair. But the fact that Mello was going out of his way to not cause pain was something in and of itself. He handed Light a black T-Shirt and loose shorts. He recognized them as some of Mello's clothes but a few sizes bigger, just large enough to fit on Light and be a little big baggy so as not to irritate his back.

He nodded in acknowledgement and put them on.

Before Mello hooked a finger in the ring on his collar and pulled him out of the bathroom and into the bedroom. Light flushed at the action but didn't say anything.

Mello spoke up as they walked, "So, did my Kira like that? You're acting so good for me. Much better than normal."

And Light, who was very much still in that little, pleasant space in his head that let him enjoy this, barely felt any anger at the words. Not when they were very true.

Still, he didn't have to say it out loud.

"Don't flatter yourself." He murmured, but even that sounded weak when he so easily wanted to add on, 'Master' at the end.

Mello made a sound crossed between an idle hum and a laugh, he crooked his finger, making Light's head bow just a little more, "I don't need to when I quite literally am leading you around with just my finger wrapped around your collar."

And Light would've been embarrassed, would've had heat rushing to his cheeks, but this was so ordinary at this point, Mello leading him around like this. It was almost regular intimacy.

Mello rarely used an actual leash. Not unless it was for some specific kink. Instead preferring to have Light following him like this, close by and quite literally at his beck and call, with just a single finger binding him to him.

It was just part of his existence as Mello's captive, as he was led from cool tile to the soft carpets of their bedroom.

The room, like the rest of the house sans the basement, was deceptively domestic looking. With a normal queen sized bed and lamps on a twin pair of nightstands that gave the room its comfortable lighting. Only Light and Mello knew what went on in here. The way leather straps could be used to tie someone to the headboard, the dresser with its own array of toys that Mello used to make Light shriek in pleasure, always a gag in his mouth to stop the neighbors from hearing.

His master guided him to the bed and settled him down on it. Turned around, found the remote on the TV stand, turning it on to some random sitcom. Simply background noise before Mello turned around to leave.

"Stay right there, I'll be back."

Light tiredly nodded, "Okay." He hummed.

But Mello was already leaving, didn't even need to hear the confirmation. He knew his dog would stay.

And when he came back, a small bowl of fruit and a glass of water in hand, he found Kira waiting for him. Obediently, just as his master had ordered.