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Bride of the Monster	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Crossovers Views: 3540 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or the Cthulhu Mythos, and I do not make any money from these writings.

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Title: "Bride of the Monster"

Author: Sashocirrione

Fandoms: Death Note and the Cthulhu Mythos by H.P. Lovecraft

Spoilers: MAJOR Spoilers for Death Note for everything up to chapter 58 of the manga and episode 25 of the anime. Spoilers for various Cthulhu stories.

Warnings: NO UNDERAGE READERS. Extremely violent, including drowning imagery and stings. Extremely gross. Mpreg (not the fluffy kind, but the body horror kind). Sexual activities, including rape, unrealistic depictions of rape's psychological consequences, tentacle rape, violent sex, blood play, and forced impregnation. Scenes of captivity. Includes evil!L and tormented!Light to an extreme degree. Contains cannibalism, necrophilia, vore, guro, diapering and mentions of incest. References to suicide and bestiality. Not my usual fluffy ending.

Summary: Death Note and Cthulhu Mythos crossover. L is not entirely human, and is rapidly becoming less human after a certain event. L sets out to make Light his "bride" by force.

Pairings: LxLight as the main pairing, along with LxWatari and LightxWatari and a minor, one-sided OCxLight and an extremely minor fantasy-only SayuxSachiko.

Additional Notes: All canon Death Note events previous to chapter 58 of the manga or episode 25 of the anime have happened as normal, and then the storyline diverges. Cthulhu Mythos characters are not used at all, and Cthulhu Mythos elements are introduced to the Death Note universe in such a way that these elements are tweaked and changed a bit in order to fit better. Expect to encounter a few completely made-up Cthulhu "facts" in this fanfic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or the Cthulhu Mythos, and I do not make any money from these writings. However, the earlier portions of the Cthulhu Mythos canon are in the public domain.

CHAPTER 1

L fell from his chair in mid-sentence and Light leapt forward, catching the body, feeling shaken and triumphant all at once. There was shouting around him, but Light barely listened as L's eyes closed.

Rem wrote his name. I did it. I won!

Light drank in his victory, giving L a little secret smile during the last moment that L was able to see anything, just to rub it in.

Then Light was shaking the limp body in his arms and saying, "Ryuzaki! Ryuzaki? Are you-"

L took in a huge gasping breath and opened his eyes. There was a look, there, gleaming in those bulging eyes, a look that was a concentrated dose of everything that had ever scared Light about L's gaze. In that moment it felt like the bottom had dropped out of Light's stomach.

This is nothing! Raye Penber took a bit longer than this to die. A few more seconds and he'll be truly dead and gone.

Suddenly-sweaty hands made it a bit more difficult to hold tight to L, to keep his dying body from slipping to the floor. Light grasped harder, staring at L, willing him to die. And, it was clearly happening. L was looking distinctly paler and grayer than before. It was surely only a few more seconds.

Everyone was gathered around L, fearful and shouting meaninglessly, a babble of voices on every side of Light.

L took in another deep breath, stared directly at Light and said, "You made a mistake. You shouldn't have done that."

This is... this is good. He's wasting his last breath on vague statements that can be easily refuted later, instead of bringing up any concrete clue that might have put the others on my trail.

It felt as if something squirmed on L's back, underneath his shirt, and suddenly Light was dropping him instinctively and jumping back. Instead of falling, L made an odd-looking combination of a roll and a waddle, and ended up on his feet, from there rising to his usual slouch. His skin color was looking more ashen than ever.

Soichiro rushed forward to support L, shouting, "You shouldn't be on your feet!"

L easily pushed Soichiro away and said, "Do not worry about me. I'm not dying."

Matsuda said, "But, that was a heart attack, right? Nobody ever recovers from Kira's heart attacks!"

Light stared at L, having trouble believing what he was seeing.

Did L fake a heart attack? Or did Rem write down a controlled death for him at a later time?

L pointed and said, "I last remember the shinigami standing there. Rem could be anywhere by now, but the first place to look would be the equipment room on the other side of that wall."

Unless I'm very lucky, I can't snatch Rem's death note and hide it away while L is in charge. But, if they find it, this will only prove that the shinigami killed. I can't be held responsible for Rem's actions. I can still recover from this.

Suddenly, L was at Light's side, hooking an arm into Light's elbow firmly.

L peered up from his slouched posture and said, "It is important that all of us stay together until this is solved. At any point, more could die, especially if we split up."

Everyone huddled close, as if they'd taken L's words in the most ridiculously literal way possible. Matsuda held his hands on his head, looking like a scared child, and said, "Ah, then, then, let's go, Ryuzaki."

The knot of humanity moved, L and Light at the front. Light tried to squirm out of L's grasp but L seemed not to even notice it, and after going up one set of stairs, down another, and along a hallway, they were finally at the door to the equipment room that was so much easier to get to by direct shinigami-travel.

L typed in the code to open the door and used his key-card, and then led the way into the room, pushing Light along. The pile of sand with Rem's death note sticking out of the top was quite obvious.

Aizawa said, "Is that another cursed notebook?"

Soichiro answered, "It has to be. But where is the shinigami?"

I have to get one of us to touch it, or L will test the rule against burning a death note by using a criminal to touch it, but if I lunge forward it'll seem suspicious to everyone.

L said, "Seeing this, I suspect... yes. It's beginning to make more sense. Rem was protecting Misa, and this is the result."

Light said, "Ryuzaki, not this again. You said yourself it couldn't be Misa killing criminals now."

Aizawa ignored Light, and turning to face L, he said, "What do you mean?"

L said, "Rem would have killed me months ago, unless there were some consequence to doing so. This is the consequence. Rem is dead. This sand could not have appeared from nowhere, and it seems to be the approximate volume of Rem's body."

Before Light could respond to that, L suddenly shoved him out into the hallway and closed the door behind both of them, trapping the investigation team inside. L quickly typed in a code that Light couldn't see, blocking Light's view with his body.

Light stepped back, rubbing his sore, elbowed ribs, and said, "Ryuzaki, what is the meaning of this?"

Can I use this in my favor? All I need to do is to get a warning to Misa in time and I can create another stalemate.

Before Light could dart away, L had an iron grip on his elbow again. Keeping that grip, and ignoring Light's struggles, L pressed the communication button to the room. There was suddenly a chorus of voices audible from inside, yelling and shouting questions all at once.

L said, "I am sure you have questions. Do not worry. There is now a time-lock on this door and it will open harmlessly in thirty minutes."

Light said, "Dad, help! Ryuzaki's going crazy, or maybe he's controlled by Kira!"

L said, "I believe the case has been solved and the task force no longer requires my services. This is good-bye. You will not see me again."

Aizawa's voice raised above the others, saying, "This is bullshit! You're being controlled. If you let us out, we'll arrest you and place you in a comfortable situation where you will be protected against harming yourself."

Light tried to stomp on L's bare foot, but L countered, spinning to kick Light in the chest. Light couldn't breathe, and the floor was rushing up to meet him, hard. He choked and tried to crawl up onto his elbows, but all he could do was roll a bit in place as L said into the communication link, "I am sure that even investigators of your abilities can tie up the last few loose ends. Investigate Misa intelligently and you'll find proof with her. Investigate her poorly and you'll all die."

L placed a foot on the center of Light's chest, pinning him to the floor, and added, "I do not care what you do with the murder notebooks. However, if anyone writes Light's name, I will kill all of you very painfully and then I will torture and kill all of your friends and family members. Do you acknowledge?"

There was nothing except a shocked silence from the room.

Light choked out, "Dad, everyone, L is hurting me. Help!"

Mogi said, "We have a murder notebook in here, and your name might be written in it. If you kill anyone, we could kill you."

"I am sure my name was used," L said, "but I doubt you'll find any details of death written. I've already had my heart attack. I'm protected by a loophole that even Kira doesn't know of. Write my name all you want. But if you write Light's name, there will be severe consequences. Think on it before you try."

That's... that's impossible, isn't it?

Before Light could think any more, L pulled him to his feet and forced him to walk. Light stumbled alongside L, weak and breathing heavily. His chest felt bruised inside, as if something had been squashed deep within.

This is... this is actually good. L has been completely discredited, Misa hasn't been caught yet, and I have nearly thirty minutes of complete freedom to act. I just need to... to get my breath back and kill Ryuzaki or at least knock him out and throw him in a closet. His strange threats will keep me alive in the meantime. Maybe Rem did plan it this way.

L's hands were suddenly on Light's shoulders, L's lithe body moving against him and pinning him to the wall. Light tried to punch but L caught the fist and then pulled the wrist to his mouth and bit hard. Light shrieked and struggled as the skin tore and blood welled up, and then could hardly believe it as L licked and licked at it, his long tongue bright-stained and sweeping that blood into his mouth over and over. The movement of that tongue was hypnotic, the stare in L's eyes very intense.

A kind of fuzzy feeling crept into Light's head and he shook it groggily, trying to throw off the fog. All his limbs felt very warm and relaxed.

"Stop it," Light whispered, "stop it. What are you getting out of this? I'm losing... too much blood."

L stopped, to Light's surprise, and said, "I don't think you've lost too much blood yet, but I'd rather be careful. Yes, I wouldn't want to damage you, Light. You're very important to me."

The blood was still flowing. L licked up the mess that had accumulated while he'd talked, and, after licking his lips clean, suddenly burped up a fair amount of blue sticky slime that coated the wound, quickly hardening and sealing it off. Light stared at the blue material, trying to comprehend it. He knew his mind was moving more sluggishly than usual.

L was once again pushing Light along, Light feeling less able to resist than before. As L herded Light onto the elevator and the doors slid closed, Light said, "Are you a vampire?"

L stared, made a very strange kind of cut-off laugh, and then said, "No. I simply drank your blood to accommodate us better. I could tell that you were about to start fighting me again. You needed to be more compliant and I needed... something else. You'll understand soon."

"What is this stuff on my wrist, then? Humans don't throw up blue goo that dries like this! Or did you eat it and throw it up later?"

"That is a biological sealant that does wonders for wounds. It is manufactured in a gland that is an offshoot of my esophagus."

"You're some other kind of monster?"

L was silent.

Light felt silly. Perhaps this was all an elaborate set-up of some kind and L really had swallowed some blue-dyed glue when nobody was looking. L loved to set up tests.

Something giddy and distant-feeling was running all through Light's body.

Things suddenly snapped together and Light said, "You drugged me somehow."

Anger burned below the surface. Light wanted to feel it fully, to use the rage to lash out, but it stayed inside, cut-off, like a glass wall separating him from his own feelings.

The elevator doors slid open and L pushed Light along with a sure strength, saying, "You have guessed correctly. There is a drug in my saliva. I'm immune to it, of course."

Dredging up enormous willpower as L pulled him along the next hallway, Light suddenly punched and connected with L's ribs. This hit seemed to faze L slightly. L turned to look and Light quickly tried to swipe a foot under L, to trip him. In the next instant, L had somehow twisted around to the other side of Light and Light felt himself falling, only dimly aware that L had tripped him in turn.

Unceremoniously, Light was flipped over and dragged, pulled by the back of the collar of his shirt, his butt and his heels sliding across the smooth floor as he tried to twist away, to strike at L somehow. L dragged him all the way through the building, right out of the rooftop doorway and then, apparently irritated by the gravel of the roof tearing into Light's clothing, L hoisted him into his arms, carrying him bridal-style to the helicopter.

Once in the helicopter, with the finality of some fate pressing in on him, Light shook himself enough out of his stupor to struggle hard, but L moved against him, pinning him down in the back seat and reaching around, this way and that, until handcuffs and footcuffs linked all of Light's limbs in place securely, fastened to the armrests and legs of the seat.

As L climbed into the front seat to pilot it, Light said, "L, L, what are you doing? This is... it can't have a purpose, and the entire task force hates you and thinks you are crazy. If you go back now and say it was all a test, I'm sure you can make it better. They know that you do wacky things sometimes."

L started up the blades and said, over the roar of them, "I suppose you believe that I'm taking you to a secret facility to torture the answers out of you. This is not true, Light. I have already solved the case to my satisfaction."

"No, you haven't," Light yelled, "because you require completely irrefutable proof. Even when Misa had Higuchi's confession recorded, that wasn't enough for you to arrest him. Just because Rem killed Watari, this doesn't really prove anything about me. You're not like this. Just take me back and solve the case as you normally would."

The helicopter lifted off and then began to move forward, vast landscapes of skyscrapers becoming visible below on every side.

L said, "You are correct in thinking that the L you knew wanted true justice and complete proof, but that L died today. You manipulated Rem into killing him. The L that I am now does not worry about such details."

"You're claiming to be some kind of non-human?"

"I trace my ancestry to Innsmouth, Massachusetts. I suppose that doesn't mean anything to you?"

"What? No!"

L said, "The elder ones did do an excellent job of covering things up, so I suppose you wouldn't have had much chance of knowing unless you had studied the types of disreputable books that upstanding, intelligent college students never do. My non-human heritage is slight enough that I might have been able to resist it for my entire life, if it had not been for Rem's action."

Crazy! Maybe he is crazy. Rem wrote down that he would believe insane things and make a fool of himself, is that it?

L glanced over his shoulder, gave Light a pitiful look, and in a soft voice said, "Light, you should be gazing out the windows. This is the last time you will ever see Tokyo."

Ahead, the open sea was starting to fill up the horizon, and L was headed straight towards it.

The brain fog was beginning to clear just a bit, and Light looked down at his wrists, examining the cuffs that held him secure. He pulled, hard, trying to fold in his thumbs and somehow get his hands through the cuffs. Even if he might lose some skin it would be worth it. There was still a good twenty minutes until the task force would be let out. That was time enough to overpower L, warn Misa, and set things straight again.

Without even turning around, L said, "That won't work. Even if you did manage to get one hand loose, I'd put the helicopter on autopilot and sedate you into complete unconsciousness well before you could ever get a second hand loose."

Light cast his glance around, and saw the mirror in the front that L was using to see to the back seat, with one of L's wide, unblinking eyes fully visible in it.

If I can distract him, maybe I can manage it. I should ask him about his crazy stories.

Light asked, "Your saliva does that?"

"No, I have a medical kit here with tranquilizers. It would be rather annoying if I could kiss you into unconsciousness by accident. My saliva merely makes your mind hazy and compliant."

An inkling of what might be about to happen flickered in Light's brain.

He likes me that way. Am I to be his love prisoner? If I ask for a kiss, can I distract him and get away? There must be a gun stashed here somewhere.

Light said, "What are you?"

L said, "One of my grandfathers was decidedly not human, though I rather think, from studying my grandmother's diary and from my own relatively human anatomy, that he was probably a half-breed. During the course of the Kira case, a few of my brethren with approximately the same level of non-human heritage as myself were given heart attacks by Kira, and instead of dying, what is now happening to me happened to them."

The helicopter was over the sea now, with Tokyo behind them, the city beginning to ever so slowly fall into the background. Light looked around, fixing distances and the direction in his mind, hoping to have a chance, whenever the helicopter landed, of gaining the advantage of knowing roughly where he was.

L continued with, "I was willing to take the risk, though I did not like it. It now seems strange to me that I should have viewed the state I am presently in with such aversion. I am more powerful without self-imposed rules to limit my fun, and I no longer have an urge to solve other people's problems. Investigating crimes was a complete waste of time, except for the financial rewards which I could have obtained much more easily by becoming a criminal myself."

Light couldn't get his hands loose. It was obvious that tricking L into telling a long story wasn't a very good plan for escaping. With L distracted or not, there seemed to be no way to physically get away at the moment.

That left mental maneuvering as the only choice.

Putting a tone of conviction and command into his voice, Light said, "You're crazy! You have to go back. The task force will help you!"

"Well, I'll let you be the judge of that. I think you're going to believe my story quite soon."

Light replied, "Let's say that you're not entirely human. We'll take that as an assumption, and make deductions based on it. How could Rem kill the human part of you? Biology can't change. Your DNA is still the same as what you inherited. Even if it was, say, seven-eighths human and one-eighth something else, if that seven-eighths of your DNA stopped functioning, you'd just die."

In an almost completely emotionless tone, L said, "I agree with you about the biology, but it is also true that a shinigami does not operate according to natural laws. Perhaps what Rem killed was the human portion of my soul. In any case, what is happening to me is exactly what happens to those of my heritage who stop resisting, so it is certainly within the possibilities of my biology."

Light said, "I only believe proof. I think you should show me."

"You are correct. It has been difficult to wait this much."

The roar of the helicopter blades changed in pitch and suddenly they were hanging in the air instead of moving forward. Tokyo was some distance back. A few boats nosed about far beneath them, looking tiny though they were no doubt quite large. Jumping into the ocean would not be an option.

Now, perhaps I will get a chance, even the smallest chance. Any deviation from L's plan could bring me opportunities to defeat him myself, and any delay could help the task force to track down this helicopter and set all the police to catch L. They won't bother with Misa quite yet, not when I've been kidnapped.

L slithered out from the front seat, looking grayer than ever.

As he crawled towards Light, L said, "By having Rem kill me, you sentenced both of us to what is about to happen. Really, Kira is no match for a truly amoral creature. For the last ten months, my morals were the only barrier keeping you safe and alive. It really seems sad and pitiful to me now that I didn't frame you and have you executed as soon as I was ninety percent certain, but I suppose it is all for the best. Now you'll never get away from me."

"You're insane, or this is an act!"

L knelt in the small amount of floor space directly in front of Light, smiled in a very creepy way, and said, "Am I? You'll see soon."

L's long fingers stretched forward, tracing the contours of Light's crotch and then setting to work on the button and the zipper. Light almost couldn't believe what was happening. He twisted and jerked within his bonds, but the worst he was able to do to L was to bump L's nose a bit before L pulled down the fabric and used his grip to firmly pin Light's hips.

He's really... going to rape me here and now? This will give more time for everyone to rescue me, yet-

L said, "I don't suppose this will be consensual, but the portion of me that cared about things like that is dead. I almost feel sorry for you."

Light clamped his legs shut tight.

Struggling is good; it creates a better delay.

The cuffs were padded, but they still dug into his wrists and ankles as he squirmed violently against them. There was no way to escape. Light closed his eyes, expecting his legs to be violently wrenched apart, but to his surprise he instead felt wet, clammy lips on his cock.

He tried to flinch away in any direction, in every direction, but L completely controlled the situation, continuing to pin Light's hips with his hands as he took the soft organ into his mouth and rolled it around.

"Stop it," Light sobbed, "stop it!"

L stopped only long enough to say, "I don't think so. Your blood wasn't enough. I need a larger dose of your DNA in order to later fuck you exactly the way I want."

The words made no sense. Light could only squirm in place as L's mouth went to work again, horrible and wet. Light hated that mouth as it provoked his dick into a hardening arousal. L took long licking slurps, taking it deep into the depths of his throat over and over, working at it relentlessly, sucking hard.

And it was working. Light felt the familiar growing tension and warmth, building towards that inevitable peak. He tried to force his body to not enjoy it, but L wouldn't let up, he simply wouldn't let up, and suddenly Light was releasing into L's waiting, hungry mouth.

Spent, sweating and shaking, Light stared down at L, L who was licking up every last trace and swallowing it as if it were the best treat he'd ever eaten. His tongue searched through each fold of skin, rooting and tasting all around Light's softening penis.

At last giving up on the search, L sighed and said, "It tastes like the sea."

In Light's mind, he had a dim flickering remembrance that he was supposed to be using delaying tactics, and he tried to think of what to do or say, but nothing occurred to him. There were no thoughts in his mind except an intense feeling of violation.

L said, "I was going to show you the proof. Watch this."

L began struggling out of his shirt. Light didn't care. He fiercely imagined rescue. It had to come soon. Really, how long could a police chief's son be kidnapped? The entire force would be on the case in no time.

L dropped his shirt to the floor, showing off skin that was grayer than should be humanly possible, except for his stomach, which was a sickly fish-belly white. He turned his back and at first Light saw nothing of note, and then he saw a series of barely-perceptible slits. The slits opened more and more, like eyes opening up, and each one had a pure black shiny globule inside. The globules rose, exiting the slits, revealing themselves as the bulbous tips of short, underdeveloped-looking tentacles that were gray along their shafts and pulsing with a thick mucus.

Light blinked uncertainly at the sight. It felt entirely unreal, as if a nightmare had overtaken him. A part of his mind was already disconnecting from reality. Light wanted to label the entire experience a nightmare, and simply wait to wake up and find that things had gone back to normal.

L said, "They are growing for you, Light. They are mating tentacles. After they reach their full size, we'll have the kind of sex I truly wish for."

A/N (Author's Note):

This is a fill for a request on the Death Note Kink Meme 2 (at dn_kink2 on LiveJournal).

From my research on the matter, I'm thinking that "Deep Ones" don't have tentacles but the request asked for them, so I put them in the fic and made them retractable tentacles. I made up a bunch of other details too, but as the Cthulhu Mythos is vague on details and has been interpreted in many different ways by different authors, I think that's probably not too bad.

The request reads:

"L/Light, L is part Deep One [and then the request included a link about Deep Ones]

Noncon. Captive, struggling Light, lots of tentacle sex (L's tentacles), possibly Mpreg as well.

L's parentage can be traced back to Innsmouth, Massachusetts (he has the look! Bulging eyes, pale white almost grey skin) meaning he's part Deep One so he isn't human and he'll live forever-the Death Note doesn't work on him.

L responds to the call of his blood, returning to the sea and he drags Light with him to be his mate (who has been altered in some body horror way when L claimed him as his mate so he'll survive the journey under the sea and so he'll get to live forever too as L's fuck toy! (We don't want L getting lonely.)

Light is left completely at L's mercy.

Captives of the deep ones are subjected to perversions, mind-bending horrors, unclean mockeries of natural law.

So go wild anon."
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