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Instructional Video	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 3636 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 5 of "Smutty Shorts"

Title: "Instructional Video"

Author: Sashocirrione

Spoilers: Spoilers for the entire first half of the series.

Warnings: NO UNDERAGE READERS. Rated M for a reason. Sexual activities. Rimming (with a barrier). Enema (non-descriptive).

Summary: Light has trouble keeping up with L's experimental sexual inclinations.

Pairing: LxLight with mentions of past LightxL

Additional Notes: This fanfic is set roughly in the middle of the Yotsuba arc, and differs from canon in that L and Light have started a sexual relationship. However, it is silly and has almost nothing to do with canon events.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, and I do not make any money from these writings.

Light was restrained with, in addition to the chain that connected him to L, fuzzy cuffs around each ankle and wrist that were tied to the four posts of the bed, spreading his legs and arms. He was on his stomach, blindfolded, and beginning to wonder if he should go through with it all or tell L to untie him immediately.

Instead he said, "Ah, Ryuzaki, get on with it. What are you waiting for?"

"These things take time, Light. Are your vibrating nipple clamps comfortable? Do you wish me to loosen them or tighten them?"

"Yes, yes, they're fine."

They were just vibrating lightly, a stimulating presence that kept Light's erection at half-mast.

Light felt L's weight moving around on the bed as the springs lightly protested and the silk sheets rubbed against each other with a softly soothing sound. There was also an odd clicking, mechanical noise that started and then stopped.

Light sighed and said, "What are you doing?"

From somewhere behind him, L said, "This is a momentous occasion, Light. I'm sure you'll want to remember it. I am simply creating something for you to remember it by."

"I told you, no blood-play, no tattooing, no piercing, no branding. You're not allowed to do any of that stuff."

"Do not worry. This is harmless."

L's voice was soft and even, with a hint of sultriness, and in the background Light thought he could just detect the faintest whirring noise continuing somewhere in the room, something far quieter than an air vent or a laptop computer. Light grew bored waiting, and then he jumped a bit in place as he felt L spreading his cheeks open.

"There," L said, "you look relaxed enough to begin now."

The vibration on Light's nipples increased.

Light said, "Remember what you promised. You'll show me the kind of pleasure you experience. You'll show me how it feels for you and it will be good, or we're never doing this again."

"I understand."

L's face was so close to Light's back entrance that he felt the hot tickle of L's exhaling breath. Underneath him, trapped against the silk sheets, his erection was growing and swelling, though not uncomfortably. He wanted it to be touched and he squirmed slightly, reveling in the silky sliding feeling and the tugging on his nipples. When he pressed his full weight on the clamps they felt exquisitely almost-painful, just on that edge where any more stimulation would cross the line into pain.

Light waited, wondering if L were going to lick.

Instead, he felt each moist exhale of breath on his sphincter as L said, "This may tickle slightly. Tell me if it becomes uncomfortable."

A feather-soft touch skimmed along his crack from perineum to lower back, giving a slight jolt as it went by his sphincter.

That... that is feathers, isn't it?

Light waited for the touch again, and felt it alighting and fluttering just at the entrance. He shivered.

Now he's spinning the tool in place. He has a feather tickling tool.

Suddenly, Light was desperate for skin-on-skin contact with his cock. He wanted to hold it, to stroke it, or to get L to do so with his hands or his talented mouth, as L had so many times before. Light's penis throbbed in place against the silk sheets, trapped and out of reach. Light wasn't going to beg. No, that would be humiliating, after they'd already agreed what this session was for.

In a dry voice, L said, "The anus is a very skittish creature that needs to be trained with treats, massages, and a special kind of gentleness. It is very easy to upset an anus and leave it cringing in fear, but if you have truly gained this creature's trust and cooperation then you can proudly call yourself an anus-trainer."

Light said, "Are you... are you narrating?"

The answer was simple.

"Yes."

Before Light could reply, something slippery, smooth and roughly finger-shaped touched at his entrance, running tantalizingly up, down, and around. Everywhere the moisture went, it warmed and tingles developed. Light couldn't concentrate for a few moments, but then he said, "Whom are you narrating to? Watari? Are you filming this?"

The object continued its complex dance along Light's delicate skin without pausing.

L said, "I am making an instructional video. Of course this is being filmed, Light. Everything in this building is filmed. You know that. I am not narrating to Watari as I imagine he has looked away and in any case he does not need these instructions."

"Are you," Light said, "are you going to put this on the internet? Who is this for?"

"It is only a little role-playing. Please indulge my wishes."

The finger-shaped slippery thing suddenly started vibrating and Light forgot what he was going to say in reply. Everything there felt heavy, loose and warm, as the tingles and the heat had only increased. Whatever substance L had spread there, it was continuing to do its magic.

L said, "The sphincter is actually two sets of muscles. There is an inner sphincter and an outer sphincter, with the outer one being voluntary and the inner one being involuntary. This is why it is difficult to put anything large into the anus, because the subject's subconscious mind must be fully at ease for the inner sphincter to open widely."

The vibrating object suddenly dipped inside, just a finger-tip's depth, but Light found his anus instantly flaring to accept it and then missing it when it slid out and resumed circling the target. He shivered and noticed his breathing had become heavier. Underneath him, pressed against his belly, the entire length of his penis throbbed, needing attention.

The vibrator dipped that maddeningly slight distance inside several more times, each time provoking a stronger flare and a stronger feeling of needing something more.

Just after the last dip, L said, "Observe how the anus is presently at a stage where it is consistently winking in response to stimulus. I'm going to rim the subject now, of course with a protective barrier. This sheet of latex is so thin that the subject should barely be able to tell that there isn't direct contact between my tongue and his anus. This practice, along with the subject's earlier enema, increases the cleanliness of rimming. This is not being done to block the transmission of diseases because both partners are disease-free."

Light's heart was beating fast. He felt something that was indeed wet and tongue-like, licking at his opening and then dipping just barely inside in quick, flicking movements. It went away and he missed it fiercely. Then a large amount of lubricant was applied and the tongue was back, that slick wet muscle aggressively pushing inside so fast it made Light gasp. It undulated within, licking and making him feel so very wide and wanting, wanting.

His nipples and cock were three points of hardness against the sheets.

The tongue withdrew and Light hated it.

L said, "Let's see where the subject's prostate is."

In the next moment, Light felt what he was sure must be a finger squirming inside. There was no resistance at all, only bliss. The finger fucked him, gently.

More, more, more.

A second finger joined the first. It was a strange pleasure, so different from having his penis stimulated, and yet unmistakably it was a sexual feeling, a very intense sexual feeling.

With an odd internal twisting and curling, the intensity suddenly increased tenfold and Light cried out, trying to drive himself backwards against those fingers. They retreated; sliding entirely out, and then blissfully drove in and curled, drove in and curled.

Light bit the pillow and moaned into it. His cock throbbed almost painfully, unattended. His nipples were stiffly erect, being squeezed and vibrated.

But behind him, that was where the truly blissful feelings were, as L's relentless fingers brought the tension tighter and tighter with each thrust.

L said, "Excellent progress. We're up to three fingers now, so I believe it is time we tried a larger instrument."

Light could feel himself spreading inside at the thought of something more in there.

It happened smoothly, without any break in the rhythm. During one thrust it was fingers inside him, and the very next thrust it was something slightly wider and certainly longer, something smooth and hard and springy, going deeper and rubbing Light exactly where he wanted to be rubbed.

There was a stretching feeling, almost too much, but with each thrust it was better and Light wanted more of it. The pressure was intense against that one spot as the object plowed past it over and over again in a relentless rhythm.

Light managed to gasp out, "What... what is that?"

L said, "It's... ah... it's my penis. I'm fucking you, Light."

It was good, so very good, but it wasn't enough.

"Fuck me harder," Light panted.

The tempo increased, the driving force spreading Light over and over and getting deep within, where it was tight and slick and oh so very needed.

L's voice was husky and trembling slightly as he said, "I'm afraid our little session has turned me on enormously and I'm going to come any moment now."

Cool fingers fumbled underneath Light's belly as the driving pressure continued from above. Light wanted L's erection to go deeper, deeper than was possible. He wanted to be reamed in half.

The instant L's fingers contacted Light's swollen cock, it suddenly erupted in an explosive orgasm. Light closed his eyes and whimpered as what felt like impossible quantities of semen surged out of him, pouring onto the sheets in distinct waves of pleasure; each continued brush of L's hard penis against that magic spot inside him turning up the intensity to another level. It was a drawn out, increasing, almost unbearable orgasm that had him at its mercy.

Crying out mindlessly and thrashing, he couldn't think. He teeth ached and his entire body shook from the sustained pleasure as he drenched the sheets beneath him.

He was only dimly aware of L gasping above him and a sudden rush of warm fluid inside.

It felt as if all the tension his body had ever held was releasing at once, blissfully. It was all flowing out of him.

Without the continued driving force inside, Light began settling into a comfortable, warm, glowing sense of relief that washed through his entire body.

When he could breathe evenly enough to talk, he said, "So... that's... that's it. That's what it's like."

L hummed somewhere near Light's ear and then said, "Are you jealous that I've been experiencing this for weeks now?"

Light said, "Can you turn off the vibrating nipple clamps? Now they just feel annoying."

A/N (Author's Note):

Well, this is the first of the "Smutty Shorts" that wasn't written specifically as a fill for the Death Note kink meme. However, it is a prompt-fic of a sort. I made a comment on the livejournal community fanficrants that a lot of people seemed to like and that one person suggested I turn into a fic, so I wrote this shortly afterward.
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