Warning: Mello/Raito Mentions of Raito/Unknown. I'm sure you can guess who the unknown is. :3
Disclaimer: Still don't own Death Note loves!
Word count: 617
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Falling Into Place
How can you be desperate for something you don’t even know about? How do you find what it is you are searching for, when you haven’t even got a single clue? It is rather simple actually. You simple wait for your desire to fall into your lap. Literally. And that is exactly what Mello did.
The young man was sitting silently in an elegant high backed, gold and blue lined chair in a dark corner of a very run down building. There wasn’t much there aside from a ripped up sofa against the wall to his left, and a beat up old black and white television set against the wall to his right. His eyes were fixed on the television that was currently showing an old Western show. The screen was fuzzy and the sound didn’t work aside from the crackling noise coming from somewhere inside the old thing.
A sudden loud bang from outside startled the man for a moment, before he ordered the guard outside the old room to go see what happened. He rolled his eyes at the stuttered reply as the older man ran down the rickety old stairs. He then looked to the small stack of chocolate bars laying neatly on the end table to his left. Picking it up, he ripped open the wrapper and took a small bite out of the candy bar, a scowl crossing his face. He did not enjoy being interrupted by anyone.
When a loud knock graced his door, he ordered the culprit to enter. The door squeaked open gently and the man peeked his head in before entering fully, dragging someone in behind him, their arms tied together by a small bit of rope. The guard threw the man in front of his boss, explaining what had happened, and why the man, now kneeling on the ground, was tied up.
Mello excused the guard who shut the door behind him as he left, before looking down at the other occupant of the room. He slowly set his candy bar on the table, a wide grin crossing his features, “Well, well, well. Hello there Raito-kun. Did you think you could break into my home without getting yourself caught?”
Raito merely looked up at the younger man, his eyes filled with hatred, a dignified smirk gracing his own lips. No one could capture him as simply as this. No one could capture Kira so easily without it being part of his plan. He wanted allies, he needed allies. More specifically, he wanted, needed, Mello as an ally.
The grin dropped from Mello’s lips, his eyes betraying the same form of hatred as the others, “Get up.” That was all that needed to be said and the other man complied, climbing to his feet with a bit of difficulty, his hands still bound together. Mello reached out and grabbed the small amount of rope hanging down from the uneven knot. He pulled hard on it, causing Raito to stumble into his lap. The grin returned to Mello’s lips, his free hand reaching up to stroke the right side of Raito’s face.
A devious grin replaced the smirk on the bound mans face, “A very compromising situation is it not Mello?”
“As I have told you before, everything I have ever wanted has always fallen into my lap.” His grinned widened evilly, “You, my dear Kira, are no exception.”
Raito reached his bound hands up to cup the younger mans face, his own leaning in close. Their lips met for a very aggressive kiss. Pulling back, they each licked the blood from their abused lips, Raito laughing delightedly, “This isn’t the first time I’ve fallen into someone’s lap.”
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