Our Chocolate Romance - Mello x Reader (Death Note Fanfiction)

Playing with Fire

--WARNING!! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT, WITH BOY X BOY, NON-CONSENUAL (RAPE), AND UNDERAGE SEX!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, READER DISCRETION IS HEAVILY ADVISED!!--

~Mello's POV~

"Like I said, I don't know, but," {Y/N} managed, "I think something bad happened to Lawliet."

No. Please, God, no. Not Lawliet.

"Why, what's telling you that?" I asked, cradling her face with my hand.

"I heard him. He said 'help me, mom'. Babe, he's in danger. Something bad happened." She rushed to get up, barely staying on her feet. "B, pick up the pace. We need to get to the Shinigami Realm as soon as we can."

Matt looked concerned, so he grabbed {Y/N}'s arm and slung it around him. "Come on, {Y/N}, let's get you to your baby."

...something bad really is happening.

"Let's go, you guys," B said, rolling up his sleeves. "We'll be there soon, I promise."

For {Y/N} to feel this sickly all of a sudden... what the fuck is going on down there on Earth?

~Lawliet's POV~

"Lawliet," a voice called from outside my door, "It's time for your appointment."

Appointment...?

"I-I'm coming in a minute," I droned, wiping my face and slipping the picture of Mom back into the bag. I pulled the butt plug out of my ass and put on clean underwear, my legs shaking like crazy. Scared that someone would come and see it, I slipped the photo of me into the pockets of the pants I was wearing. Once I looked semi-decent, I opened the door to see Roger standing there. "What's up, Roger?"

"Near wishes to see you," he said, and I nodded.

"A-alright," I managed, and he looked concerned.

"Lawliet, is everything alright? You sound odd."

Shit.

"Ah, no, I'm okay," I lied, "Just have a sore throat is all."

"Okay, then, let's go," he said, and I closed my door behind me. I could feel Hikaru's semen dripping slowly out of me, and I hated it. I felt like bursting into tears all over again. But I bit my lip and held it in, knowing that crying wouldn't solve a thing.

Again, I went down the stairs to the basement of Wammy's House, where Near sat, crouched in front of computer monitors. "Hey, Lawliet," he said, without turning around.

"Hi, Near," I replied, my voice causing him to look back with worry.

"Ah? You sound sick," he said, "Is the stress getting to you?"

"N-no, I just didn't sleep well, and I have a sore throat."

"When you get upstairs, get something warm to drink, alright?"

I nodded in agreement and obeyed as Near motioned for me to sit down beside him. "Listen, kid," he began, "I know you're handling a lot right now. Which is why I'm telling you this ahead of time. I've decided that even if, in your final exams, you don't place first, I'll be selecting you as my successor."