The Perfect Follower, The Perfect Pet
mikalight smut
religious kink, pet play, boot worship, grinding, hands free orgasm, leashes, master/pet dynamics
cross posted on ao3 | wc: 1.1k | nsfw under cut
The slow methodical turning of the warehouse fan is all that can be heard as the SPK and the Japanese Task Force stand tense, heartbeats in their ears.
“Listen carefully everyone. If someone opens that warehouse door, let him in. Do not resist.” Near stated.
Light keeps his head down, hiding his ear to ear smirk.
“He’s already here!” Near shouts, putting down his toys to look over at the red metal door that had just slowly squeaked open.
Outside the door the only thing that could be seen was the sun’s bright rays of light paired with one red eye, opened so wide it looked maniacal. Heavy, raspy breathing could be heard as the eye darted across the room, scanning everyone's faces.
Matsuda begins to reach for his gun before he’s stopped by the SPK.
“Relax! No one is going to die today.” Near states, ever too calmly.
“How can you be so sure!?” Matsuda retorts.
“Because I modified the notebook,” Near begins, “We repossessed his notebook, removing the pages that he would use today with ordinary ones.”
Light has to bite his lip to prevent his cackle from barging out. It’s all too perfect. He was almost shaking with anticipation.
“On the other side of that door is X-Kira. In 40 seconds when he peeks his head in to see if we died, we will detain him. Whoever’s name is not written is Kira and he will be detained as well.”
Everyone was silent, eyes darting around the room in panic, with nothing but tense breathing and the metal fan piercing the air as the seconds ticked down, almost in slow motion.
“You there. Outside. Have you written down the names?” Light begins, cutting the silence with his smooth words.
“Yes I have,” Mikami responds.
“Teru Mikami, why don’t you come inside. If you’ve already written our names down it should be no danger for you.”
“Yes, he’s right. Come on in.” Light affirms Near’s request, knowing Mikami will obey his every command.
Mikami snakes inside, eyes wide and erratic with a wide smile painted on his face. He’s sweating and with everyone distracted, no one can see the tent forming in his pants.
“How many seconds has it been since you’ve written the first name?” Light inquires.
The bright afternoon sun looks almost heavenly behind Mikami, washing out the outline of his silhouette. The perfect follower, the perfect pet. Mikami glances at his watch as he begins to count down the seconds.
“Thirty seconds. Thirty one, thirty two, thirty three, thirty four, thirty five,” Mikami trails on, glancing up for a second towards his God for approval.
Light begins to cackle to himself.
“Well Near, looks like I win. The perfect victory.”
Near’s eyes go wide as he goes to clutch his chest. He tumbles over onto his side, using his last bit of strength to glance up at light.
“Near!! You said we would be sa-” Matsuda yells as he falls to his knees and clutches his chest in a groan. He begins to writhe around in agony.
Everyone in the room, save for Light and Mikami, have since collapsed to the ground. Moans of fear and pain can be heard as they echo each other in the near empty warehouse. Light glances around as a sharp cackle finally escapes and his eyes land on Near’s as his final breath leaves his body and his glassy eyes are no more.
The room finally quiets and Light turns to the figure still in the lit doorway.
“Mikami, would you come here?” Light orders in a soft tone.
Mikami obliges, beginning to walk over before he’s stopped in his tracks by Light’s hand in the air.
“Crawl to me.”