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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Death_Note
  Relationship:
      L/Mello
  Character:
      L, Mello_|_Mihael_Keehl
  Additional Tags:
      Genderswap, Sexual_Content
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-06-16 Words: 2654
****** My Favourite Game ******
by BubblegumBaby
Summary
     Um... genderswap L/Mello
Notes
     sex. sex. LOTS OF SEX YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. Last of my ff.net transfers
Thinking back, I’d always been a precocious child. Not that it could’ve helped
me once I hit puberty. I mean, I was a 15 year old hell-bent on beating Near,
playing soccer and single-handedly breaking the record for the amount of
chocolate that could be consumed in a day (Seriously, Matt and I had been
training..). Like any other boy hitting adolescence, my mind was filled with
not-so innocent thoughts about everything from sexuality to violence. It was
almost ridiculous for anybody to hope that I’d start acting like the quiet
little boy I used to be. Fortunately, or unfortunately to some people, gone
were the days of quiet Mello, who read and faithfully prayed in the chapel
every Sunday. Now he was replaced with an aggressive and yet vivacious teen who
was known to study until he passed out from exhaustion.
Ah, I’m sorry… I seem to have gotten caught in the nostalgia. This story is
meant to be me recalling the day I learned my mentor was a woman.
For this, I guess I’ll don the persona of a grizzled and experienced
storyteller.
It was like any other day….I managed to hear that L was here (due to being
awake at obscenely early hours) before a certain white-haired freak, and I
rushed excitedly to said mentor’s room. Room number 12; I guess Mr.Wammy
thought he was being clever or something. Not bothering to knock or even
announce my presence, I exploded into the room, where the gleeful cry of “L!!”
got strangled and died in my throat, coming out more like the sort of sound a
dying cat would make.
It was L, alright. L just happened to be a woman. He- no, she stood there
blankly watching the myriad of expression flicker across my face. She seemed to
be in the process of binding her chest with a tensor bandage, to make her
breasts less noticeable I suppose. Without consulting my mind for permission,
my eyes wandered her lithe form. She was clad in her usual apparel (baggy
jeans, no socks…) minus the shirt. She wasn’t necessarily womanly in her form,
with narrow hips and relatively small breasts. I couldn’t imagine why she felt
the need to hide them like that only to cover up with a far too big shirt but
alas, the sensibilities of women are to this day lost on me. After some logical
observations were made, the lust factor kicked in, and noticed the smoothness
of her milky skin, how small she actually was, and the singular freckle on her
right hip. I gulped almost silently, and tried to remember why I was here.
“Mello?”
Was L’s voice always that melodic and feminine, or was I losing my mind?
“Y-yes…?”
I decided on the latter as L finished what she was doing, slipped her shirt
over her head and spoke again.
“Please shut the door and come in. I suppose we’ll have to have a discussion
now. Oh, and I recommend you quit imitating a fish, it’s quite unbecoming…”
Shutting my gaping mouth and the door, I sat across from her in one of the
plush armchairs littered around the room. By this point, my observational
skills and hindsight were in hyper drive, and I kept noticing miniscule details
about hi- her. Like, why hadn’t I noticed her lips before? Smooth and pinker
than I’d ever noticed. And her hair hadn’t always looked that soft
and…touchable, did it? For a woman, she was bafflingly strong, but no wonder I
was almost taller-
L cleared her throat politely to catch my attention.
“As you have no doubt realized, I am a woman. However, to be a detective you
must always prepare for the unexpected. I find your gaze to be lingering,
Mello.”
I’m fairly sure I turned about eighty-three different shades of red.
“I’d prefer you didn’t tell anyone, even Matt. As it were, men still seem to
hold power over women in this world, and I would be taken less seriously if
word got out. I’m sure you can understand.”
Wrong, L. I don’t understand, but that might be due to the fact that I still
can’t stop noticing little things…little, physical things.
L sighed, as if she was long-suffering. Like she should have known this was
going to happen one day, but hoped it would’ve been the asexual albino freak,
or the possibly homosexual Matt to find out first. No longer able to control
the connection between my words and my thoughts I sputtered out a half-assed
apology.
“Sh-shit L, I’m sorry, I didn’t….er, I just….ah, fuck…”
Now I’m sure the lasting pigment in my face wasn’t a product of surprise, or
being caught staring. To be fully honest, I’d liked L for a while….not in the
idolizing way of when I was younger, but in a new, hungry sort of way. I’d
shoved it to the dark recesses of my mind, refusing to come to terms with any
sort of sexuality that strayed from the norm for the time being. I didn’t care
if anyone else was queer, but I was far too busy to worry about it myself. I
briefly remembered praise for being unnaturally intuitive, even before I knew
what that meant. This however, wasn’t intuition, it was downright clairvoyance,
and scary as all fuck.
“Mello’s heartbeat has seemed to increased, is he all right? Perhaps he would
like some chocolate?”
I shook my head, and shut my eyes tightly, trying to manage my rapid breathing.
It wasn’t as if I hadn’t been aroused before, like I mentioned before I was
fifteen. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop me from freaking out, because it was
L, and L was a girl, and L was an attractive girl, and god damn I wanted her.
“I think I understand the issue better now…what can I do to ease your problem?”
I nearly whimpered, caught between embarrassment and lust, half of me ready for
this (right now, right now, it urged me) and the other half slowly dying at the
humiliation of being here with an erection and my (girl) mentor, the only
person I didn’t want to screw up in front of.
“There is a personal washroom in the adjacent room, if you would like…”
Not even responding, I bolted to the washroom and turned the shower on as cold
as it would go. Practically tearing off my clothes, I jumped in and savoured
the painful cold that was distracting me from the heat in my face and in my
abdomen.
Twenty -odd minutes later, I found myself trudging back to L’s room, with hair
that was still dripping, clinging to my neck and freezing me to the bone. I
knocked this time, though I knew it was useless.
“Come in, please.”
I was slow in my movements, more nervous than I’d been before as I walked in to
see L curled up on the same chair as she’d been previously, but now with an
assortment of confectionaries scattered on the table before her.
“I apologize; I should have locked my door before changing.”
I shook my head, now jaded from the experience. I was going to be a hopeless
wreck when I was an adult, and I don’t think any woman would ever appear to me
again as tempting and gorgeous as L. Or maybe it was Elle.
“Mello, come closer please.”
I obeyed, but my mind rebelled. Was she trying to get me to jump her? Jesus
Christ almighty, I wanted her so badly that I didn’t and here she was, dangling
it above my head like some sort of sadistic puppet master. I watched her
warily, my blue eyes darting around her slightly-more-compassionate expression.
She cupped my cheek and I shivered, biting back a desperate noise. I decided
right then and there that even if L was a man like I’d imagined, I’d still want
him….or her…or…whatever. Merely the electricity in her touch had me weak in the
knees.
Then, I thought I had passed out in the shower, drowned and gone to heaven as
she leaned forward, her pinker-than-I-thought lips covering mine and kissing me
tenderly. I didn’t quite respond, which was understandable, but didn’t stop her
from continuing what she started and rubbing a delicate thumb across my red hot
cheek.
Panting, I jerked away, eyes widening in some close relative of surprise.
“L….w-what are you doing….w-we can’t-“
“Was that your first kiss, Mello?”
I tried to discern the possible reason for asking a question as pointless and
juvenile as that, and then answered.
“I…guess so, yeah.”
L smiled coquettishly at me, looking empowered by this knowledge.
“Was it nice?”
This time I couldn’t help the desperation as I nodded eagerly with pleading
eyes. She paused, thinking (torturing me) for a moment.
“It would be unwise to do anything rash with a student ten years my junior,
correct?”
“But L! I-I won’t bother you…I mean, yeah but h-how could you start something
like this and expect it just to end!?”
“You mustn’t let your emotions mar your judgement, Mello. What if I happened to
be a craftily seductive suspect?”
She was dangling it above me! Pride hurt, I batted back, sounding like a whiny
child even to my own ears.
“But you’re not! You’re L! I’m not even a detective yet! I’m just some stupid
kid and you’re teasing me! Just…stop already!”
“How do you know that I am, in fact L and not some imposter?”
I could’ve cried from the frustration.
“Fuck, I almost don’t care who you are anymore! What do you want me to do,
beg?”
Looking pleased with herself, the dark-haired women watched me tremble with
confusion, frustration and want. I never realized that this person – my mentor
– could be so mercilessly sadistic. She’d taken a situation I thought I was in
control of and flipped it inside out with my emotions. If this was a test,
people around me be damned, I was going to lose it. At this point I didn’t know
if the woman in front of me actually was a woman, or if she was L or an
imposter. Hell, I almost wouldn’t have remembered my own gender if it wasn’t
for the straining heat that had decided to resurface.
With a tinkling laugh that sounded like wind chimes, the puppeteer smiled at
her pretty toy, charmed by her ability to manipulate it.
“Very good, Mello. I am sorry to have had to bias your emotions so, but my life
is an equally dreary and dangerous one, and I don’t have fun as often as I
should. I suppose I have a warped sense of enjoyment these days...”
I actually whimpered this time, a needy and keening noise. Why must she use me
like this? I mentally lamented the death of my personal control.
“I see you have another problem…young and impressionable as you are, it seems I
will have to indulge you this once…”
She stood, gently grabbing hold of my hand and leading me to that same
washroom. My mind was taking a break and I was overrun with emotion. Was she
being honest? Had I died? If the latter was indeed true, was this heaven or the
most concentrated level of hell?
Steam filled the room as the shower, this time hot, was turned on. Gentle, cool
hands lifted my shirt from me and urged me to do the same to her. Clumsy and
inexperienced as any teenage boy, I jerkily took the offending white material
off and ran my hands hesitantly over the bandage. She nodded, but not before I
felt the little shiver of pleasure. Carefully, the strip of cotton fell to the
floor in a twirling, graceful manner. I watched her as she took one of my
shaking hands in her own and pressed against her heart. It was beating slightly
faster than I expected and I felt my eyes widen.
“I-is…this really happening, L?”
She nodded, a sweet smile brightening her demeanor.
“It is, if you’d like…”
Nodding eagerly, I let her slide off my pants and boxers, leaving me naked and
almost embarrassed. Perhaps impatient with my inexpert actions, she undressed
herself the rest of the way, standing unabashed before me.
“Explore me Mello; use me as I have used you. Now is as good as any time for
learning about the art of seduction and pleasuring the female anatomy.”
A soft moan as my thumb grazed her nipple.
“You’re not above using sex as an investigative tool?”
Here, she pulled me into the warm shower.
“I’m sure you’ll find it intoxicatingly useful…”
Intoxicating. She truly was…
“Are you investigating me?”
A short burst of wind chimes as she laughed for a second time.
“No, Mello.”
Carnal instinct almost instantly took over and I pressed her flush against me.
Being a teenage boy, I happened to be lanky enough to have an inch or so on
her, height-wise, which gave me a small sense of power.
“Mihael.”
She nodded understanding and dutifully repeating.
“Mihael.”
I kissed her deeply then, cautiously doing as she said and exploring her mouth
with my own. I felt her briefly smirk and respond, in turn kissing me back and
running her hands across the muscles of my back, tense with excitement.
Continuing on, I kissed her neck nipping here and there, ignoring the faint
feeling that she was still in control. L loosened her grip on me, allowing me
to pull back slightly, only to touch her more. I let my own very nearly modest
hands travel the curves of her breasts, down to her barely-there hips. Glancing
up, childishly looking for permission, she nodded biting her bottom lip in
anticipation. Nervously, I let my trembling fingers brush over the dark thatch
of hair that covered the area between her thighs. L shivered, pressing herself
closer, and I took that as a good sign. With a tiny bit more courage, I rubbed
softly inside the folds, surprised to feel the slickness gathered there. She
was this turned on?
“So you get off on teasing your successors?”
The husky, confident voice scarcely sounded like my own. The only answer I
received however was a needy moan and a gasp of my name. I was hastily reminded
of my own need, but figured it best to string her along for a bit longer, like
she did to me. I rubbed the sensitive nub and slid an all too eager finger in,
causing her to tremble and cling to my shoulders.
“Me- Mihael, you a-ah…liar.”
Moving the digit around and enjoying the temporary surge of authority I
smirked.
“Liar? How so, L?”
She bucked her hips greedily and hissed
“You’ve done this befo- Ah! B-before!”
I thought back, to see if I really was lying. Maybe in a sense, since I’d
fooled around a bit with Matt when we were both confused, but I’d never done
things like this with a girl.
“No, I’m not…”
Grinning I bit at a spot on her neck and relished the gasping, pleasured sound
I extracted.
“No matter, I want you now, Mihael.”
As much as I wanted to play around more, even I couldn’t refuse that voice.
Demanding and yet delicate, seductive and desperate. Needless to say, I
couldn’t ignore myself any longer.
After an amateurish struggle, I was inside, moaning wantonly and carelessly
thrusting my hips. Since I was quite young, the pleasure didn’t last long
before coming to an abrupt climax and I continued panting and moaning
unintelligible things as she tightened around me and I saw white.
Once we’d both regained the ability to breathe and as the cold water beat down
on us she murmured softly, “I win.”
“Win….win what?”
“Seduction is a game, and I beat you, Mello.”
“…..Can we play again?”
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