Death Note Fan Fiction / Death Note Fan Fiction ❯ Do You Mean to Hurt Me? ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Izzy Rin 
Anime/Manga: Death Note Fan Fiction / Death Note Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.12.2008 | Updated On: 09.13.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 339 | Visits: 499 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Death Note Fan Fiction / Death Note Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.12.2008 | Updated On: 09.13.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 339 | Visits: 499 | Status: Work In Progress
Mello roughly bit off a price of chocolate. He wasn’t in a good mood. And the fact that he was horny wasn’t helping. His boyfriend was supposed to meet him here thirteen minutes ago. Yes, he counted.
The door to Mello’s room opened, and his timid, lonesome ‘boyfriend’ walked in. He quietly shut the door; head kept low, his Gameboy already saved and put in his pocket safely.
The blond rose from his seat at his desk; throwing down his chocolate, and strode over to the redhead. Mello roughly shoved said redhead against the door. “Where were you?!” He said low, but dangerously.
“I-in my room.” The other boy stuttered out of fear.
“Did you forget I told you to meet me here, fourteen minutes ago?” Mello spat.
His ‘boyfriend’ shook his head quickly. “No. I-I just forgot…I mean it slipped my mind.”
“So you did forget!” IT wasn’t a question, but the redhead nodded his head slowly anyways. He regretted admitting it immediately as Mello pushed him on the bed.
“You’re drunk again, aren’t you?” He asked hopelessly, as the blond straddled him and tugged the striped shirt up and over his head, dragging along the goggles, asking them tug at his red hear.
Mello attacked his ‘boyfriends’ neck with his tongue and teeth, while working on the zipper of his pants. When that was accomplished he started to work on his own clothes, removing them quickly. There he was, Mello’s vulnerable ‘boyfriend’ laying beneath him. Already shaking in fear of what was about to happen. But, it’s not like it’s the first time. No, it was the eighth to the exact.
Mello raped him, again. No words were said in during the process, none except for the redhead’s pleas and whimpers. But with every plea, or whimper, he’s get hit.
And just as they fell asleep, one whispered. “At least you won’t remember this…”
The door to Mello’s room opened, and his timid, lonesome ‘boyfriend’ walked in. He quietly shut the door; head kept low, his Gameboy already saved and put in his pocket safely.
The blond rose from his seat at his desk; throwing down his chocolate, and strode over to the redhead. Mello roughly shoved said redhead against the door. “Where were you?!” He said low, but dangerously.
“I-in my room.” The other boy stuttered out of fear.
“Did you forget I told you to meet me here, fourteen minutes ago?” Mello spat.
His ‘boyfriend’ shook his head quickly. “No. I-I just forgot…I mean it slipped my mind.”
“So you did forget!” IT wasn’t a question, but the redhead nodded his head slowly anyways. He regretted admitting it immediately as Mello pushed him on the bed.
“You’re drunk again, aren’t you?” He asked hopelessly, as the blond straddled him and tugged the striped shirt up and over his head, dragging along the goggles, asking them tug at his red hear.
Mello attacked his ‘boyfriends’ neck with his tongue and teeth, while working on the zipper of his pants. When that was accomplished he started to work on his own clothes, removing them quickly. There he was, Mello’s vulnerable ‘boyfriend’ laying beneath him. Already shaking in fear of what was about to happen. But, it’s not like it’s the first time. No, it was the eighth to the exact.
Mello raped him, again. No words were said in during the process, none except for the redhead’s pleas and whimpers. But with every plea, or whimper, he’s get hit.
And just as they fell asleep, one whispered. “At least you won’t remember this…”