Blood and Sugar

Chapter V: Euphoric



The Chief Director of the Japanese police commited suicide. He hung himself with his tie; or at least that\'s how it seemed. There was always the possibility that Raito - Kira did it. But it was very difficult to tell, unless we could get our hands on Kira\'s own Deathnote. Mello decided to get much more personal with the taskforce, and had his moles in Japan capture Sayu Yagami. It would seem that Raito got his start in the taskforce from his father Soichiro, and Sayu was his younger sister. I couldn\'t help but to wonder if Sayu was evil as Raito was.



I still had another job to do; I had to tell Raito that I had been kidnapped, and pray that I wouldn\'t die. I didn\'t know what he was going to use me for, besides sexual gratification, and he had many willing and unwilling participants for that. But still, I used the phone in the base (its number could not be displayed on a normal phone) and dialed Raito\'s personal number. I mentally prepared myself, while it rang, five times. Finally, there was a click and Raito\'s voice came through. "Hai," he said quickly. "Raito," I sobbed into the phone. "I\'m in trouble. These guys took me from my hotel and made me come to California with them. There\'s a blonde man here, I think he\'s the leader..." I said, faking hysteria. "It\'s Mello," Raito said. "He\'s got my sister, he\'s gonna trade her for the Deathnote. Are you hurt?" I pursed my lips, and continued. "No, I\'m fine," I said. "I managed to steal the phone while they were out of the room. Raito...whatever you do...don\'t kill me.." Raito sighed. "I won\'t," he said. "I need you right now, anyway. Are they asking a ransom?"



I forced out more tears, and said, "No...they know I was connected to L, they want me give them information." "Well, in that case," Raito said. "Cooperate, but flounder around. Don\'t tell them anything important. Help will be there soon, in a couple of days." I started panting, as though very frightened. "Raito," I said. "I have to go. They\'re coming back. I will talk as soon as I can." "No," he said. "Don\'t do anything to risk your safety. I have a plan I\'m getting ready to set into action, and I really need you alive for it." I hung up, and exited the dormitory, back into the main sitting room. I placed the phone back onto the reciever. The room was empty, aside from Mello, busy setting up the the display screens to watch the awaited transaction. "Mello," I tried. He didn\'t even turn around or acknowledge me. It was pretty awkward, I suppose. Trying to act normal after pawing and mauling each other like animals. "I did what you asked me to do."



"Cool," was all he apparently he had to say. I decided not to pick at it. There were more important things at hand. Kal and a couple of others came down the staircase, and they were grasping a young girl by the arms. She looked only about eighteen or so. She had long, dark brown hair, and the same hazel-brown eyes as Raito. Without a doubt, this girl was Sayu Yagami. I immediately felt pity for her. She didn\'t look anything like her brother. She was just a victim caught in the crossfire. Mello turned to the girl, unwrapping a chocolate bar. "Sorry about this," he said. "As long as we get what we want, we won\'t harm a hair on your head." He smirked, in an almost callous, uncaring way. This is where I was starting to disagree with Mello\'s methodology. This was just an innocent girl. If we didn\'t get our prize, were we supposed to kill this girl? And what about the Chief Director? Weren\'t we somewhat responsible for his death, if Kira wasn\'t involved? It was true, that Mello was very different from L.



"Set her in front of the TV," Mello directed. "Turn it on, and set it to something playing live. Then take a photo with the camera phone and send it to Chief Yagami on my command." The men obliged, blinding Sayu in handcuffs, taping her mouth shut, and then taking the picture as directed. Mello picked up the phone, dialed a number, and Chief Yagami answered. "Your daughter\'s finally arrived here," he said. "You\'ve got a rough idea about where we are, don\'t you? The exchange will be made over here. You will bring the book, by yourself, to LA in two days. Stay at the Lake Hotel." He paused for a moment, listening to Yagami on the other side. "I can\'t do that," he continued. "Don\'t worry, if I let her speak she might try to bite off her tongue. I can\'t make an exchange if the hostage dies again, right?" He smirked, it seemed to be going in his favour. "But you know...if you or I announce to the public that the kidnapper is asking for the Notebook in echange for her, I\'ll bet she\'ll die. But, I\'m not the police, and I\'ve got no intention of leaking the information. That gives you a good reason to keep this between us, you know?" Yagami seemed pretty upset, as I could hear his voice yelling indistincly. "Okay, okay, I\'ll e-mail you a picture," Mello said, pointing at the others to signal them to send the photo.



Mello hung up the phone, and bit into his chocolate, with a sense of pure glee. For someone with good intentions, he seemed to act an awful lot like an evil genius. "Put the girl in the basement. Allow her to eat and drink but don\'t let her do anything funny," Mello said. Two of the mafia members collected Sayu and took her down the corridor and into the basement. "Two days," Mello said to himself. "Now we just have to wait." He spun around in his chair with a wicked smile on his face.



He swung around and hopped out of his chair and down into the corridor. I followed behind him. "Everything\'s going as planned, Morgan," he said. "Oh, so you\'re acknowledging my existance, now?" I said. It was a little catty of me, but I was a little bitter about being ignored. He slid the last piece of chocolate into his mouth. "Shorry," he said with a full mouth. "And, I can\'t say I approve greatly of your methods," I continued. "This isn\'t what L would do, at all." He rolled his eyes resentfully. "Everybody wants me to be just like L. Fuck that," he said angrily. "I get it. I know you loved L, and you don\'t really care about me, much. To you, yesterday was a cheap thrill. But to me, it actually meant something. So do me a favour, and stop poisoning me. Just hate me. Please." He stepped into the dorm room again, attempting to shut the door on me, but I managed to slip through, and shut the door myself. "I can\'t hate you, Mihael," I said. He looked up suddenly at the mention of his real name. "You know, when I first met you, when I was twelve, I thought L didn\'t appreciate you enough. Isn\'t it true you came to see us when L was away on his cases, that he would never let you help him with? Did he even tell you he was L, Morgan?" I looked my feet, wiggling my toes nervously. "No," I said meekly.



"But maybe he was trying to protect me. Maybe he didn\'t want me to get hurt, or-" "Or maybe, he needed to keep his ego and do everything alone. You may have saw him as the love of your life, but all I saw was a concieted man with just a trophy on his arm." Hot tears managed to break out of my eyes. I didn\'t want to believe a thing Mello was telling me, but I knew deep down that he was right. "Fine," I said. "I\'m the freakin\' sucker. Now what?" I cried like I should have when I knew L was dead. I cried like I should have when I should have ended it a long time ago. "Don\'t cry," he said, as he wiped a tear from my cheek. "Why not?" I said, pushing his hand away. He grasped my chin lightly and lifted my face up. "Just don\'t, because I love you."



And somehow, as though trapped inside of some vacuum, I was pulled into a soft, slow kiss. My lips seemed to scream with emotions, so many that the message was getting jumbled. Our lips parted for only a second, just to breathe, but every second felt like moments, and moments felt like days. He placed his hands firmly on my waist, and lifted me up. I landed softly on a bed nearby, and he got on top of me. I then realized exactly what he had in mind. I felt like reality was slipping away, I felt deeply encased in a dream. He started kissing me again, running his hands along my shoulders, lightly with his fingertips. I could barely stand it, every part of me was screaming. My heart screamed with affection, my brain screamed with lust, and my skin screamed with ecstacy. It was begging for more. More touch, more kisses. Give me more. His lips found their way to my neck, kissing and nibbling softly. My hand its way into his long hair, petting it. My fingers, trembling, grasped the zipper to his shirt. Slowly, all the clothes on the upper half of his body fell away. I tocuhed his chest, his skin was hot, burning with heat.



Hands. They clasped my thighs, rubbing them, moving up, catching the silky fabric of the dress. It slipped over my head, and was discarded. His lips moved back to my neck, while his hands massaged my stomach, making me groan softly, my skin was smoldering. More. His kisses moved down my neck, down my collar bone, and paused at the top of my breasts. My own hands migrated to his back, clawing, kneading, begging for more. His hands moved onto my back, attacking my bra. He pulled it off, adding it to the pile of clothes. I felt nervous now, feeling naked. I shivered as I felt his tongue on my skin. "...oh god," was all I could manage to say. My eyes rolled back in my head. And then my heart started pumping with anticipation. He started kissing down my stomach, to my waist. I started panting lightly as he pulled off my underwear. He moved back up, and pushed me into another smoldering kiss.



I took a sharp breath in, as I felt his fingers penetrate me. I felt my walls closing in, and I faded into an intense and truly euphorical high. I could only moan, and knead at his back as they moved in and out. I leaned up, kissing him and biting his lip. I unbuttoned his pants nervously. I reached my hand down below his underwear, and did something I hadn\'t ever done voluntarily to a man before. I grasped his hot, throbbing member in my hand, gently caressing it. I ran my thumb over the tip, enjoying the hot air as he groaned into my ear. But then he stopped me. He took my hand, and pulled it out of his underwear. But then, he let me know why. He laid me back down on my back, and he spread my legs apart. I could barely breathe. My face cringed in slight pain as I felt him coming in, but it was soon replaced with white hot pleasure. It started off slow, but hard. Our burning bodies started sweating as they ground together. I bit my lip and my eyebrows clenched a little, trying to hold back moans and screams. But he seemed completely lost in it, breathing loud, his eyes tightly closed. He started speeding up, starting to get close. "...Morgan," he choked out, as he reached his climax. He struggled to keep going, his face clenched as I dug my nails into his skin, almost at my own climax. Finally, as thought a cold ocean wave engulfed me, I rolled my eyes into my head as I shook with pleasure.



Getting dressed afterwards, was a mix of awkward and happiness. "Was I any good?" he asked me. "It was kinda my first time.." I smiled at him. "Honestly," I said. "It was pretty amazing."



--END OF ACT I--



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Author\'s note: Annnnnd that\'s a wrap on Act I. I wanted to continue after that passionate love making, but the ending was picture perfect right there, and I\'m trying to slow down the plot some. All of Mello\'s dialogue with Soichiro Yagami came straight from volume 8. I\'m really pleased with how good of a couple Mello and Morgan are