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“First of all, don't you ever hit me again.” Ice burned in Mello.
“Second, I am to be addressed as ‘Daddy’ or ‘Papa’. Nothing less. Third, you will obey all of my commands, no questions asked. If you disobey this, your little ass will be spanked. Is that clear?”
“Yes Papa.” Light nodded.
“You will be a proper little Omega, too. You must sit up straight in your seat, and always address me in full sentences. No nods, or anything like that. And you will kiss me, on the cheek, to greet me every morning.” Mello’s lips curled as his list went on, tongue darting out to wet them as they spoke. “Do you understand?”
“Yes Daddy.” Light said, back pulling straight.
“Good. Matt, do you have the supplies for the inspection?”
Light looked up, not having noticed that Matt had left again. In Matt’s arms were clasped a flashlight, along with a camera and plastic gloves. A bottle of baby oil was nestled in the crook of his arm, along with a box of pads, and a long, thin rod sat in between his fingers.
“Inspection, Papa?” Light whimpered.
“Don't speak unless you're spoken too.” Was all Mello supplied. Matt set the supplies down beside him, and he set out to work.
The gloves slipped over his hands with an audible snap, causing Light to flinch back. Mello grinned, lips leered wide.
He first opened the pads, laying one underneath Light. The camera came next, switched on and with the red light flashing.
“Piss.”
“Wh-what?” Mello couldn't be serious, he really couldn't be-
“Now. Do you want another spanking?” His folds still burned at the memory.
“N-no, Papa!”
“Then do it. I need to make sure that you're completely healthy, ok?”
Light nodded. Tears tracked his face, but he spread his legs wider, pushing and pushing until a warm stream trickled into the pad.
For an obscenely long moment, they waited, piss flecking against his legs as they started to tremble. Still, he held on. His stream trickled to a stop.
A smirk crossed Mello’s face, and he laughed. “Very good, Light. Excellent, in fact. Now, why doesn't Matt clean you up, and we can begin the next part of your exam?”
Matt quickly strode forward, a wet cloth Light hadn't seen before in his hand. The cloth was dug into him none too gently, a softly grunted “Sorry” from Matt the only noises as Light was cleaned.
Light watched with foreboding as Mello prepared for the next part of the inspection.
A healthy amount of lube was squirted into his hand, and Mello rubbed it around with his fingers, before he went for the long rod. More lube drizzled over it, soaking the tip until it glistened.
Matt looked at Light and winced in sympathy, before going back to stand awkwardly by the door.
“Now, I'll need you to stay still, ok Light? Because this tool is going to stretch your urethra nice and wide so we can check on it later.” Mello said it matter of factly. Like he had been discussing the weather.
Light whimpered, shying away desperately. “Please no, Daddy.”
“Don't you want to be healthy?” Mello took on an air of exasperation. “Or would you like another spanking on your slutty little-”
“F-fine Daddy! Just be quick please!”
Mello grinned. Spreading Light’s legs even wider, one gloved finger searched for his urethra. Finding it, he spread it gently, before grabbing the rod and forcing the tip inside.
Light moaned at the intrusion, his hips aching to buck against it. It felt like fire, liquid fire, pushed into him. It only worsened as the rod drove in further.
Breathy moans left him as Light trembled. With each inch of metal disappearing, so did his control finally, it was buried to the hilt.
“I'll check your ass next; Matt, you take the camera.” Mello didn't look up as he added more lube to his hand, one finger gliding under Light to poke at his ass. The ring of muscles fluttered.
“Relax.” Mello mock-cooed, placing a soft kiss to his thigh as the fingertip slipped inside. A small hiss left Light.
“Doesn't that feel nice?” Mello laughed, forcing his finger in to the hilt. He drew it out, before adding another and fluidly sliding back in. Light couldn't move from the pain, his whole body shaking as his urethra and asshole ached, each forcefully intruded upon and stretched beyond anything he had felt before.
A low whine left Light at the third finger. Mello’s fingers scissored, stretching Light impossibly as the flashlight clicked on. Something stroked against his inner walls, and he wailed.
“All seems to be in working order. Still a virgin too, by the looks of it. Poor thing’s never been entered like this.” Mello chuckled, giving Light a hefty pat on his ass before pulling out.
“I'll check his vagina next. Be sure to get it closer, Matt, and start recording earlier. I want to get all of it.”
Two fingers, still wet and dirty with lube, traced around his folds. Instead of going right in, they waited, poking and probing at his pliant flesh. To Light’s horror, wetness had started to drip from him.
The fingers delved deeper, circling his hole before plunging in. And out. And in and out and in and out until Light’s legs were locking, his breath spasmed and warm, wet liquid covered the fingers. His clit ached, and he felt the urge to grind it against Mello.
Mello only chuckled, wiping the fingers off against the inside of his left thigh. “Such a needy little baby.” He crooned.
The fingers opened him up matter-of-factly after that, Mello commenting on his supposed good health and virginity. Which was true; Light was a virgin. But something sick churned in his stomach at the thought of Mello knowing that.
“Just one more and you're done, sweetheart.” Mello’s hands drummed against him.
“Thank you, Papa.” The last thing he wanted was for Mello to drag it out.
The fingers yanked out the rod swiftly, poking inside his urethra quite uncomfortable and taking pictures. Light found if he bit the inside of his cheek he could ignore it. For the most part.
“Clean him off, Matt, and bring him to our bedroom. I think it's time our little baby had his nap.”
Matt nodded, dissolving from the silence of the corner to gently scrub Light down and pull him into his arms. Light slumped into them, too weak to resist. Dully, he noted a soft blanket being wrapped around him.
“Doesn't that feel nice?” Matt asked, awkwardly patting his back. Light didn't answer, already far gone into sleep.