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Fever Dreams	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 2733 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 12
Light didn't know what to expect when Watari brought them to their new bedroom, Rem drifting silently behind. L stood outside the door patiently, letting Watari unlock the handcuffs. This was it. It looked like an ordinary door. What would be inside? Watari had said it would now be impossible for them to have sex, without the need for task force members to watch the two of them around the clock in shifts. Would that mean sleeping in restraints of some kind?
But, when Watari unlocked the door, it was actually quite simple. A bedroom had been divided down the center by iron bars. From the very center of the doorway to the back wall, there was a line of jail-cell bars. L calmly walked into his side as Light remained standing outside, blinking. Each side had a bed, a toilet, a sink, two desks, some shelves and several chairs. But L's side had a computer sitting on each desk and a number of monitor screens mounted up on the walls.
Light felt Watari's hands on his shoulders, pushing him into his half of the room. L was looking at the bars, trying to slip his fingers through and only getting halfway, thwarted by the second knuckle. Even his slender hands couldn't give a hand job through these obstructions. Bars spaced that closely, they were certainly meant to prevent sex.
L complained, "This is not very good. It partially blocks my view of Light."
Then, L and Watari had a little discussion about the numerous cameras and microphones on Light's side that made up for the bars partially blocking the view. L could see whatever he wanted on the monitors on his side of the room.
Rem said, "Light, they are all getting very suspicious. With the interviews that happened today, don't we need to do something? Are you sure everything L discovered will truly amount to nothing without physical evidence? If Misa gets caught, I will kill you."
Light ignored her, not even looking in her direction as he examined his furniture. What a stupid and impatient shinigami! Everything would be going much better except for Rem's tendency to panic. As long as L couldn't get physical evidence or some other kind of real proof, nothing would happen. Rem should understand that by now.
Light was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of the door shutting and then a decisive click of them being locked in, each on their own side. L didn't even look up, but continued adjusting the monitors on his side to display every possible view of Light's side. Light looked to L's monitors and then to his own walls. Within a minute he had picked out every single camera. Some were overt and obvious, simply attached to the wall like any normal surveillance camera, but some were cleverly placed on furniture.
A few quick calculations later, Light was sure there was no way to do anything unobserved no matter how he might rearrange the furniture, except for hiding under the blankets to do something. But, hiding under the blankets couldn't be risked for whispering to Rem. Extra microphones had been placed everywhere in this room. It was probably possible to find a spot far enough from any microphone that quiet enough whispering would not be understandable, but it should only be risked in the most dire of situations. Any communications to Rem would need to be disguised as communications to L that had double meanings, one for L and one for Rem.
The highest priority for the moment was to seduce L again. That should be easier to do if they could each lie next to each other. Light pushed his bed up against the bars and said, "I think this will be more comfortable for both of us. Why don't you push your bed over too? Then we'll be sleeping close to each other."
L simply pushed his own bed over without any comment or protest, so the two beds were as close as they could be, on opposite sides of the bars. Was L really this cooperative? No, L was being too compliant. Light knew the detective had more willpower than he'd displayed. It could only mean L sensed a scheme and had decided to play along. That was fine with Light. L wouldn't make any progress on the case by playing along, because he'd never guess what the scheme was: protecting Misa and drawing L's suspicion without letting him have any real proof, while keeping everyone else's suspicion from getting too high.
After L moved his bed into place, he crouched on his bed and started working on his laptop, angling the screen away so Light couldn't see and even using headphones so Light couldn't hear. He had to be watching and listening to video. Rem must have gotten the same idea, because she went over there and stood behind L, looking worried. She really needed to calm down. Things were not going as badly as she thought, though they could go badly if Rem made an unwise move. But, it was still good to have an invisible spy to keep watch over L, even if L was beginning to suspect it.
Rem said, "L is watching Misa in her apartment. I think that video is live. He's also re-watching the interviews from today."
Light sat on his bed. He didn't feel like changing into his pajamas just yet. There had to be a way to seduce L despite the bars. Nobody should be watching video of this room at this time of night, except perhaps Watari, but the old man was probably getting some sleep, secure in the knowledge that both of them were locked in where they couldn't do anything. If Watari wasn't asleep yet, he probably would be soon.
L had built this building and still had access to the computers. In theory, L should be able to unlock the door so one of them could go into the other one's side of the room, no matter what Watari had done. Right? And, if that had somehow been made impossible, L could probably pull off some other scheme, such as picking the lock or perhaps deliberately spilling food on himself and needing a shower and then trying something while out of the room. Unless L did something unusual with the surveillance video, there would be consequences to pay, of getting caught in the morning and being talked to, but the more times L succumbed to sexual temptation, the less resistance there should be from the rest of the task force. If it became clear that it was going to continue happening regardless of the precautions...
Rem said, "L has a file open, it looks like his thoughts on the case, everything he's deduced."
There was a pause and then, as L continued to type nonchalantly, Rem's single visible eye went wide in shock and she said, "He's written 'Light erases memories of how his power works by tricking people into accepting his power and then giving it up. Light kills as Kira by writing in a magic notebook.'"
This wasn't good! Light had been expecting the notebook thing, but L shouldn't have guessed so quickly how his memories had been erased. How the hell did he figure it out so fast? Still, it was just a guess, not evidence, not unless Rem did something stupid to confirm it. But, here she came. Rem quickly walked right through the bars and onto Light's side.
Rem said, "Your plan isn't working. It's time for a new plan, mine. I will kill L and Watari now, before L has a chance to tell everything to the others. I'll die here, and you'll have my death note. Then, use it to kill all the other investigators."
Shit! Rem is out of control! I need to talk her out of this!
Light flung himself against the bars and hurriedly said, "You know it would be useless for me to kill you even if I were Kira, because your trap would catch me as soon as you died. And, you set it up so that there's no way I can possibly deactivate your trap, right?"
L replied, "You are correct."
Rem had her death note out, but she was waiting, seeing what would happen. Her face was conflicted. Good. She needed to see that nothing worthwhile for Misa could come from her plan. There was a way to convince Rem, and to cover up the suspiciously-timed outburst at once, while seeming to talk to L rather than Rem.
Light said, "I just want you to feel safe around me. I know I'm not Kira, but I don't want to see you worried. And, I want you to know that I hate Misa. My relationship with her is only because of your orders. The only reason I would ever do anything nice for Misa is if someone were making me do it. You wanted me to make my love for her believable."
There. Rem should now understand that L's trap was a serious matter and that there would be absolutely no motivation to help Misa after Rem's death, if Rem chose to kill herself. L looked odd, very thoughtful, his eyes like dark fathomless pools. He probably didn't know quite what to think either. That was as it should be. Still, L needed more convincing, and so did Rem, and if Rem saw L get away from his laptop she'd probably calm down and become a bit rational.
Light lay down on his side on his bed, pressed up right against the bars, and said, "Come here, L. Come here and kiss me."
L didn't object to being called "L" instead of "Ryuzaki" but just calmly put away his laptop and approached, laying down on his own side of the bars on his bed, matching Light's position like a mirror image. He was so close but almost untouchable. Light could feel L's body heat and his warm breath, could look directly into L's eyes. His fingers itched to grasp L, to run along his torso, to fling him down and mount him...
L's tongue snaked between two of the bars and licked Light's lips, his dark, inscrutable eyes staring through another space between the bars. Light couldn't tell what L was thinking, but he did look lustful. For the outburst to be convincing as something that was not caused by L's typed deductions, it needed to continue.
As L's tongue stroked Light's lips, straining through the bars, Light said, "I'm upset that you said our relationship is nothing. We've known each other for more than half a year, and in the months we spent chained together we've probably spent more time directly in each other's presence than couples who have been together for two or three years."
L's tongue never stopped its movements as Light talked, his lips fluttering against L's tongue.
Light said, "The only reason I didn't break up with Misa after she was arrested was because you told me not to. You said she might have information about the second Kira, and if I broke up with her she might be too angry to tell me. Then, when she risked her life to catch Higuchi, my heart was touched and I thought maybe it could work, and I owed her a chance. That's why I met with her at the entrance of this building to talk periodically. But there is nothing between us now, and there never was much. What happened earlier today with Misa probably went too far, but it will keep her satisfied that I like her. And, I was upset about you kissing Matsuda. Of course things got a little out of hand."
L just kept licking busily as he squirmed up against the bars.
Light said, "Are you even listening to me?"
"You talk quite a lot. Why don't we do something?"
Then, Light felt L's fingers jammed against his crotch, barely able to wriggle. Light started grinding into the touch, trying to ignore Rem's presence. L couldn't get his fingers completely through the bars and there wasn't much friction to be had. It was like the worst hand job ever.
Still, L seemed to be getting quite into it, moaning softly and pressing his body frantically against the bars, panting and grinding and going a bit crazy as the minutes passed. Light watched, weirdly fascinated. Could L really get much pleasure this way? Still, it did feel good, and Light was yearning for more of that touch, licking back at L's tongue, wishing he could go right through the bars and grab L, to hold him down and fuck him slowly, relentlessly.
Then L's eyes went very wide and he said, "Bend the bars. Then we can have sex through the space you'll make."
"What?"
"Light, it's useless for you to hide that you have special powers. Just now, you clearly observed what I typed even though you shouldn't have been able to. You broke the chain a few days ago, so these bars should be nothing for you to bend."
Rem said, "I will not bend the bars for you."
So, that's what this is about. Trying to prove the existence of special powers, which is the next best thing to actually proving I'm Kira.
Light said, "I told you before, I don't know how the chain broke. And just because I got worried about our relationship and tried to talk to you while you were using your laptop, it doesn't mean that I was reacting to whatever was on your laptop. I waited a reasonable amount of time for Watari to leave and hopefully go to bed, so we could have a semi-private talk about our relationship."
L drew back slightly from the bars and pulled his fingers out of the gap, then pressed one finger against his lower lip. "Is that how you explain it? Then I would like to hear more about your deductions on the case."
Well, first it is time to neutralize Rem.
Light said, "I know you've told others about whatever deductions you've made, or, if you claim you haven't told others, then it is because you are using yourself as bait, hoping I'm Kira and I'll kill you to prevent you from telling your new deductions to others. Then your trap would catch me. That's the plan."
Rem was putting away her death note. Good. Now it was time to confuse the matter.
Light continued, "And, I keep thinking about Higuchi. He was too easy to catch and died as soon as he'd been caught. Have you seriously considered the possibility that Higuchi was controlled and then killed by Kira? In that case, everything Higuchi said and did while under our observation was a show put on by Kira to give us the wrong ideas. It seems that Kira likes to use decoys to waste your time and divert your attention. If we assume that much, then Higuchi was a decoy, and I am as well. That's the only explanation that makes sense to me. There used to be evidence that cleared my name and Misa's name even though Kira erased it from everyone's memories. Obviously, Kira isn't done using the two of us to confuse you. I guess we were too convenient to throw away since you've been suspicious of us for so long."
L said, "I do remember arguing with the others about whether that evidence was sufficient to clear your name, even though I don't remember what the evidence was."
"There is more," Light said, "if Kira lost interest in the decoy, perhaps the decoy would die. I would rather not die. But, until we get a better idea of who Kira really is, watching the decoy is the only way to get clues about Kira. Why do you think I'm so willing to let you chain me and observe me? As long as your attention is on me, I'll probably live, and it's also the only way to get closer to solving the Kira case. Kira might think that as long as the decoy holds your attention, he's safe, but together we can outsmart Kira. I'm sure of it."
L said, "Yes, that makes sense."
He didn't look convinced, but Rem did. And that was what mattered the most anyway. Rem needed to think that L wasn't much of a threat, that he could be pushed around by words and schemes. As long as Rem didn't misbehave, everything would go smoothly. Neutralizing Rem was imperative, but it was also important to keep suspicion at the right level, not too high and not too low.
Light said, "You see, I think Kira doesn't want a decoy to actually get convicted as Kira. That would be pointless. The deaths would start up again at some point after the decoy was jailed or executed, and then it would be clear you'd caught someone who wasn't really Kira. Then you'd be looking for the real Kira again. The longer a decoy keeps your attention, the better it is for Kira."
L said, "Do you have any thoughts on why the criminal killings stopped with Higuchi's death, restarted briefly, and then stopped again?"
"Other than pure chance or some plan we can only guess at, there are only two possibilities. One is if Kira is deliberately trying to create an erratic pattern in order to waste our time, when in fact the pattern has no meaning. The other is if Kira has now decided to lie low for a while, perhaps in order to track down the investigation and kill us, perhaps to just avoid leaving clues until some later time when there is less attention focused on Kira."
Light allowed the slightest smirk onto his lips, an expression he knew L would catch but nobody else would be able to discern, even with the cameras. Then Light said, "To guess why the killings didn't simply stop with Higuchi's death, I'd say Kira is taunting you. Kira is clearly showing that he's still alive and is not Higuchi, but refuses to give you much to work with other than the knowledge he is still out there, uncaptured. It is as if Kira is poking you just to see how you'll react. Then, how do we catch Kira? I've been thinking about it."
L's eyes were intense. He had his own slight smirk, a sign of the joy of the chase, of gathering clues. Well, L thought he was making progress but he'd never confirm his guesses and everything would go exactly as planned. From now on, Rem should settle down and after that there was really only one way for things to go. Even if L made an unexpected, dramatic move he'd get no results.
L said, "Light, how do we catch Kira? What are your thoughts?"
"I am thinking that there are only two ways to catch Kira. Kira must be caught in the act of trying to kill, or we must find physical evidence that is strong enough to be proof. Everything else is circumstantial evidence or guesswork. If we allowed circumstantial evidence and guesswork to substitute for proof, we could probably build a case for even someone as ridiculous as Matsuda being Kira. If Matsuda was Kira, he had all the information he'd need to make it look as if it were really me."
Yes, Rem. L can't actually do anything. You must realize that by now. I've made my points quite clear.
L said, "You are correct."
Light said, "To get the solid proof we need, the first step is to get a suspect. Then we should set a trap similar to the one we used for Higuchi, but tailored to that specific suspect, creating a situation where Kira would be forced to act. But, in order to be sure we aren't dealing with another decoy, we should watch the suspect a long time and delay the test, no matter what my father says about arresting the suspect immediately to save lives. Then the suspect will be less likely to be controlled by Kira in order to force us to come to certain conclusions. We were rushed and sloppy with Higuchi, and as a result we didn't learn much and we have no idea if what we did learn is genuine information or just lies fed to us by Kira."
L was looking slightly confused. It must be that he wanted to confirm his guesses, but he had to admit to himself that they were tentative until proven and that there were many other ways to interpret the Kira case. All these points should prove to be thorny issues for him, leading the investigation further astray.
L said, "How are we going to find any new suspects while the deaths are stopped?"
"Well," Light said, "we can do the same thing that led us to the Yotsuba deaths, but using old data. Just keep sorting through it to look for patterns and then see where those lead us. Or we can try some kind of trick or stunt to draw Kira into the open. Something like the Lind L. Tailor broadcast but different enough that Kira shouldn't see it as a trick, such as perhaps slowly leaking information about an L who is actually false but seems to be real, and seeing if Kira picks up the trail."
Then L said, "You shouldn't be shy about your deductions, Light. You should have brought up these points earlier, in front of all the investigators."
Light said, "I like to think things over fully. I'm still not sure I have very clear ideas about this. Everything is hopelessly muddled."
"We should talk with everyone later about your ideas. They really are brilliant deductions."
Then L was slipping his fingers as far as they could get through the bars and pushing his face and the entire length of his body against the bars. Light did not move into the friction this time, but simply watched L, allowing L to get more and more worked up by himself, seeing him pressing against the bars and licking and panting.
L flexed his almost-stuck fingers and said, "Light, let me touch you."
Light said, "You designed this building. You have computers on your side. You can unlock that door so one of us can go to the other side."
L said, "Watari designed this room to keep us separated. Do you think he'd let it be possible for me to unlock the door with my computer? We are trapped here until morning."
L looked intense and he licked between the bars again, thrusting his tongue as far as it would go. Then he withdrew it and said, "We could perform oral sex on each other."
"Barely."
L said, "Let's try."
Light reversed position, so he was lying with his head just at L's crotch. He experimentally thrust his tongue between the bars, tasting the iron as his tongue slid through. It was a tight fit, but it would be possible to lick the tip of a penis.
Light said, "You are being stubborn."
Light used his eyes to motion to Rem, hoping she'd stand where he couldn't see her and could be easily ignored.
Rem said, "I do not trust him enough to leave him unwatched yet," but she seemed to get the message and went into a corner, out of Light's view.
Light said, "Are you sure Watari isn't watching now?"
In a quiet, low voice, urgent with desire, L said, "He needs his sleep, and he trusts the design of this room to stop us."
Light pulled down his trousers and pressed his erection against a space between the bars. Immediately, he felt L's tongue, warm and wet, busily licking at the tip. L was good, very good. Light held his shaft and stroked it as L licked. Then he saw L unbuttoning his own jeans, imitating Light's actions.
It was nice, so nice, to see L touching himself, and Light immediately pressed his mouth up to the bars and licked between them, restricted by the small space but still managing to give short, wet flicks to the head of L's penis. At that contact, L's own motions became a bit erratic, less coordinated, but he was still incredibly wonderful with his tongue, whether it was precise or sloppy.
Something about doing it between the bars, when the bars had been set so closely together to prevent sex, was very hot and dirty, and Light couldn't stop thinking about L's mouth as he stroked himself. L's tongue moved back and forth over the sensitive head of Light's erection faster than Light would have thought possible, a series of soft, hungry licks, a constant flicker of movement, barely restrained by the bars.
In comparison, Light felt his own tongue actions were clumsy. Oh, God! The thought of what L could do with that mouth once he no longer had restrictions, of letting him perform real oral sex, of watching him learn how to do it, the mere thought was hardening Light even more. The need to touch L, to truly grab him and press into him, was almost unbearable.
Light drew back slightly and panted, "L, unlock the door."
L paused in his actions, and in a voice choked with lust said, "Bend the bars, Light. I know you can do it. It's pointless to hide your special abilities when I already know about them."
Light groaned in frustration as he felt L's flicking strokes resume. If L was back to trying this trick again, then he was desperate. He didn't have any better tests that could be performed, so he was trying whatever was currently possible.
Light said, "L, please," and then resumed his licks.
Judging by the way L stroked his own penis, in a jerky, uncoordinated rhythm, he was getting close, and Light could feel an answering surge of excitement in himself. Those stupid bars! Light mashed against them in desperation, moaning slightly and wriggling. He was going to come. He could feel it building within him, a surging pleasure. But he wanted to really touch L, to be held in those arms.
Just then, L rolled away from the bars, panted for a few moments and said, "Light, this is too frustrating. I need you to bend the bars. Stop being stubborn about a battle you've already lost."
There was mischief dancing in L's eyes. Light wanted to kill him.
Light said, "You're thinking that if I'm Kira I have special powers, and that my outburst earlier proved I could see your computer screen. Well, nothing you have right now is anything more than a coincidence, and even if I were Kira, do you think I can't wait through one night?"
Light pressed up against the bars and said, "I'm telling the truth. I can't bend these bars. Now, what are you going to do?"
L was just out of reach, and the metal was cold. Light glared at him.
L said, "You do have supernatural abilities, but that by itself wouldn't prove you are Kira, it would just make it extremely likely that you had something to do with the attack on headquarters. You may as well bend the bars. If you resist now, I'll just prove it later."
"How?"
"I could put you in a situation where you'd need to break a chain of that same strength and thickness as the one you did before in order to survive. Then you'd be forced to use your power to save your life."
"No, you wouldn't do that, because then no matter what is the truth or what happened, you would not get any clues."
"Explain."
With a glance at Rem to make sure she was listening, Light said, "First, I know you, and you'd never actually do that. If you were willing to kill me on the chance that you might get the proof you needed, you would have done it already. You are too concerned with justice to let an innocent die for one of your tests. I would automatically assume it was a fake test, and that I would get out of it alive regardless."
L said, "Kira is getting very close, after the attack. What if I am getting desperate enough to try a test that could kill you? Also, I know you have those abilities, Light, so I know you would save yourself."
Light said, "Even if I thought that you'd perform a true lethal test, I'd still die, whether I am Kira or not. If I do have special powers, and if the entire investigation team obtained proof of it, they would be almost completely certain that I was behind the attack on headquarters. Then, they would all think I had to be Kira. If I couldn't be convicted, if no more evidence than that could ever be found, then probably Aizawa or Mogi would eventually get frustrated at the lack of progress on the case and leak my name to Interpol, and then I'd be assassinated."
L said, "I don't think anyone on the team would leak your name. And, even if they did, I think Interpol would do nothing unless the deaths restarted."
Light laughed, to show Rem how unconcerned he was, and said, "Nice try. I know that either you won't do the test at all, or it will only seem as if it could be lethal. You're not a killer. That just isn't the way you are."
L stared back, his eyes unreadable.
Light said, "L, don't try to kill me. Just don't. It's pointless and immoral. Now, stop being stubborn and unlock that door."
L paused a few more moments, watching, and then said, "Very well. But be prepared to run for it."
Light said, "What?"
L ignored him and got out his laptop while pulling his jeans back up and fastening them. Light did likewise with his own clothing. Run for it? That meant, another room?
Then, there was a click from the door and L rushed to it, saying, "Let's go. You must stay in my sight at all times. We need to hurry. Watari is almost here."
Light went to the door and waited while L turned the doorknob, which was on his half. As the two slipped out into the hallway, Light said, "So, Watari was watching and listening?"
"Yes," L said, in a completely unconcerned tone as he grabbed Light's hand and pulled him along, running down the hallway, "Watari has already blanked out my face on the video and sent a copy to the other headquarters."
Rem took that information with a look of grim resignation and said, "Light Yagami, they have backed us into a corner. Do not make me regret sparing their lives."
L pulled Light into a stairwell and they ran up several floors, coming out onto another hallway Light didn't recognize. Halfway down that, there was a huge set of double-doors made of metal. L flipped open a keypad and typed in a code, then put his palm on a hand-scanner while leaning down to peer in a retina scanner.
Light was panting, his heart beating wildly, looking around for Watari. Just as Watari came in a door at the opposite end of the hallway, the metal doors opened. Light ran in and heard L say, "Watari, this isn't an emergency. We'll be out in the morning."
Then they were both inside, and the thick metal doors were closing. Light watched the space between those doors with a sick fascination, wondering if Watari's form would appear there at the last moment and force them open again. L stood beside him, apparently watching with the same intent. The doors closed without any event. Even Rem had fallen behind. Light hoped he wouldn't see her again until the morning and turned to look at the place they'd entered. It was a small lobby-like area with several doors branching off in the back.
L answered Light's unvoiced questions by saying, "This is an emergency panic room. The walls are as thick as a bank vault and it would take even those with specialized equipment some time to break through. There is a pantry with enough food for weeks, two bathrooms and twenty beds. Once an authorized person has locked themselves in, it can't be opened from the outside, only the inside. Watari will leave us alone."
"Is..." Light said, "is he still watching?"
As L turned and walked back toward one of the doors, he said, "Everything that happens in here is recorded, but that video can only be accessed from inside here. Otherwise, if outsiders could view it, it could be a way for Kira to kill whoever is trapped in here. Watari will probably review that video tomorrow to make sure it doesn't contain important clues or examples of you hurting me."
Light hung back a bit. L was always so nonchalant about things like this. What was it? He didn't have a proper sense of privacy, or of shame? But, it wasn't too hard to use your mind to shut out things, to try to forget in the moment of passion about any consequences. Besides, Watari would surely fast-forward through the dirty parts. At least Rem wasn't here any more, and at least there was no longer a guard to worry about. Even Matsuda, asleep, had turned out to be quite a bit of trouble and embarrassment.
Light followed L into a room that was nothing more than a long row of beds. Thankfully, they were all nice and big enough for two people. L slid into one bed and lay back halfway propped up on his elbows and giving Light a weird stare. He was obviously trying his best to look sultry, and the effect was so amateur that instead of looking ridiculous as it should, it looked incredibly hot.
L really was unaware of what he was doing, completely inexperienced. He was already in too deep and he didn't even know it, he thought he was always in control. He probably didn't think there was any chance he was deluding himself about sex, about his reasons for doing it and his body's reactions. Well, by the time he realized his error, it would be pointless for him to change his habits.
Light walked over to the bed and crawled into it, his fingers itching to touch L, to grasp him and run lightly all over his skin. The bars, the bars were gone, and there was nothing in the way, nobody to stop them. Light pulled off his shirt and then got into L's lap, putting a knee on either side of L's hips and then leaning down, pushing L flat onto his back and nipping along his jaw line. L leaned his head backward, displaying his neck, and Light slid his face down, nuzzling and biting softly at the Adam's apple.
Between nips Light said, "I want... to show you... how to do it... without bars."
L gave a lustful groan in response. L's body was almost completely limp and unresisting, but the slight motions Light was making rubbed their crotches together, and Light could feel the hard bulges they each had. He slid his arms behind L's back, hugging him, cradling him gently, rubbing his bare chest against L's white shirt. L was so pale; his shirt was only a few shades whiter than he was. Light wanted to see that expanse of smooth, milky, pale skin, and so he reached down and grabbed the lower hem of L's shirt, pulling it up and over L's head, peeling it off L's unresisting body.
Something about L just then reminded Light of a kitten. He was just so small and cute and harmless, yet there was something about him that was animalistic and feral. Light used a knee to force L's legs apart and then lay between them, sliding down to lick at one of L's nipples. It was a delicate, pale pink and it hardened almost instantly. L was panting and he let out little moans at the stimulation. Light rocked his hips back and forth slightly as he licked, feeling L's clothed erection jutting at his stomach. There were still entirely too many clothes involved in the situation.
Light kissed his way in a trail down L's chest and stomach, then stopped at his crotch and placed his mouth directly against the bulge, lightly mouthing L's penis through the cloth with his teeth and then breathing out a long, hot breath, making L shiver and whine. Light drew back with a smirk and quickly removed the last of his own clothing, then attacked L's jeans, stripping him completely in just a few moments, noting with satisfaction that L's toes were curling and uncurling in anticipation.
Light climbed on top again, pressing his lips to L's lips, sliding his hands behind L's head and tangling his fingers in that silky-smooth black hair, tugging gently and looking into L's dark eyes, seeing pure emotion and need there. L was human now, he was caught in a chain of instinct and reaction that he couldn't comprehend properly, that he couldn't manipulate and analyze and perfectly control and put into little categories.
L didn't know what he was doing and that was intoxicating. To put something over on L, it was everything Light had wanted since he'd first seen the Lind L. Tailor broadcast. He worked his lips against L's more hesitant, gentle lips and rubbed their naked erections together in a circular grinding motion. L was already sticky, leaking pre-cum all over their stomachs.
It wasn't enough; it wasn't even close to enough. Light wanted to feel more and more of L's skin even though they were both naked, and it shouldn't really be possible to do it. But, wherever skin touched skin, it felt so warm and nice and perfect and sparked a need for more, more, more. Light wanted to sink into that skin, to completely enclose himself in L. And now, L was kissing back more strongly, gaining confidence, starting to use his tongue, that marvelously skilled tongue.
The moment L's tongue slipped inside, Light thought he was losing his mind. That tongue was skilled and sly and very quick, just like L himself, and it was all Light could do just to keep up with it, his mouth frantic and hot, his face twisting to keep L's nose from mashing into his own. Once again, the thought of getting into that mouth, of having L perform oral, was almost completely overwhelming. Light resolved that it would happen tonight. L had gotten enough blowjobs, it was time for him to start giving as well.
Light broke the kiss reluctantly, causing L to make a little involuntary sound of disapproval, and then Light rotated his body to match their mouths with each other's groins.
Light used his elbows and knees to hold himself just clear of L's body and said, "Can you-"
But he was stopped by the feeling of L's hands and then his mouth. Obviously he could. That tongue. It was the same feeling from between the bars, an almost-too-fast-to-believe warm wet flickering on just the sensitive head, as L's hands roamed up and down the shaft, hesitantly at first but then building up a rhythm. Light leaned down and began to take in L's erection, just the tip at first, then sliding slowly down the shaft, all the way to the base. L couldn't do this, not yet. But he would learn.
L was trying to arch upwards, but Light grabbed his hips, those slender, wonderful hips, and pinned L's pelvis securely as he continued to lick and suck all up and down L's shaft. L was making little mousy sounds of approval, and then Light felt it. L was trying to take in more. His lips were tight and his tongue kept up its delicious rhythm of quick sliding movements as the tip of Light's penis and then a bit more slipped into L's mouth. L's hands were still there around the base of the shaft, gripping just right, and then one hand moved lower and cupped Light's balls, massaging them.
Light moaned around the shaft filling up his mouth, and he could feel L's muscles tensing, so he did it again and then L was making some mumbling sounds, adding vibration to his tongue movements and his lips, and suddenly Light wanted so badly to feel L completely, to be enclosed on every side, so he started pushing his pelvis down even though he knew it was too soon, and L was taking it at first, and it felt so good, so perfectly right.
And then L made a little choking sound and the feeling of that gagging movement and sound sent shocks, delicious little thrills, through Light's body and he just kept sliding in further, slow but refusing to pull out. A moment later, he felt the pain of L's teeth digging in, and it was sharp, too hard, a serious bite. Light pulled back at both ends at once, releasing L's penis and withdrawing his own. He could hear L panting.
L said, "I don't think you should be on top."
Then L was grabbing Light's torso, flipping Light and pinning him down using his elbows, L's hands curling around Light's privates. Before Light could say anything, L's busy mouth was going to work again from his new on-top position, and Light just wanted it to continue, wanted more of it, and he took the erection that was bobbing in front of his face and began slurping on it, putting his hands on L's hips to keep him from thrusting down too fast or at the wrong moment, gradually letting L build up speed with the downward thrusts.
L still could only fit about half in, but he was so good with the tongue movements that Light couldn't help but cry out a little, even though his own mouth was mostly filled with the shaft that he let plunge so far back into his throat over and over. L's mouth was wet and sloppy and yet his movements were anything but sloppy, so fast and busy, with lips and tongue working together, his hands taking care of everything that wouldn't fit in his mouth, and L's thrusts were more forceful now, and then Light could feel it, could feel what was happening to L.
L's excitement was building faster than the tense hot pressure in Light's own groin. L was going to come first. Light could feel it in L's faltering movements at both ends, so Light focused hard to give extra attention to L's cock. Light was sucking harder and moving his tongue more, and L shivered in response and became even more erratic in his own work, and the thought of making L so undone, of unraveling the part of him that could think and plan and accomplish, it was such a sweet thought, so pleasurable.
L was barely moving at all now, but Light did the work for him, holding his hips up and mouth-fucking him furiously, making him tremble and making him let out a series of quiet little uncontrolled sounds, and then suddenly L let out a loud moan and pressed his forehead to the mattress as Light felt L's cock become incredibly tense and then begin to release in warm thick spurts.
At that, Light only increased the tempo of his movements, taking L's entire length in repeatedly and swallowing around the sensitive head. L's hips were twitching, his weight helplessly slumping, but Light held him up and continued to mouth him vigorously, draining every last bit of semen from him, only stopping and pushing L onto his side once he was sure the orgasmic aftershocks were done.
Light desperately wanted to see L's face, so he rotated around so their heads were matched up once more. L was limp and exhausted and almost glowing with satisfaction, one spindly finger pressed to his lower lip as he gazed at Light with an expression that seemed, perhaps, to contain love, just a bit of love. L was falling; he didn't mean to and he probably didn't have any clue it was happening, but he was experiencing more than just lust. This was like the fake friendship that had developed into something real, and L was still in denial about that as well.
Light snuggled into L's arms, pressing his neglected erection against L's thigh, and then L was suddenly aggressive once more, pushing Light onto his back and giving him the most vigorous kiss yet, incredibly hungry and needy, and Light responded back enthusiastically with a rhythm of tongue and lips, though it seemed he just couldn't keep pace with L, and then L broke the kiss and roughly pulled Light's body into a new position. L arranged Light sitting on the very edge of the bed, and knelt between his spread legs, at once going to work on Light's erection, and Light needed it so badly, it had been so long a wait and everything had built up tremendously inside.
"You perverted tease," Light mumbled as he ran his hands over L's head and through his fluffy hair, remembering everything L had subjected him to through the bars for the sake of his stupid little test.
And L's tongue was wrapping around, and his lips enclosing tightly, and his tongue, his busy tongue, never stopped its flicking movements, strong yet gentle, maddening and satisfying all at once. God! L couldn't deep-throat yet, it was his first time giving oral, and yet he was so good already even though he could only fit the top half into his mouth.
Light was drawn in by L's eyes, the sight of L gazing up directly into his face as L worked, the eyes partly hidden by the messy hair. L's slender pale body, kneeling, his eyes looking upward so intensely, it was the perfect sight, spread out there before Light, and Light found himself mumbling "L" over and over as that feeling built within him and his hands curled on L's shoulders, kneading reflexively in the smooth naked skin.
Then the pleasure was climbing, intensifying, building to a hot, trembling peak where all the tension suddenly let go, and Light was coming, with a wild cry, coming into L's mouth, that wonderfully warm, wet mouth. L was startled by the first spurt and moved backwards, releasing Light's cock. The next spurt hit L in the face, leaving a wide white splatter on his cheek. L seemed to catch on then, and he took the top half of Light's erection back into his mouth, where it was perfect and felt oh so very good, and Light threaded his fingers through L's shaggy black hair and continued to release inside that mouth as L's tongue swept over him, creating little mid-orgasm jolts, and the white liquid dribbled out of the corner of L's mouth like drool, running down to his chin.
L rubbed absently at it with the back of his hand, which didn't remove much but only smeared it around more. Light kept his fingers in L's hair, keeping him in place until the climax was done, and then Light pulled him into the bed and pulled the blankets up around them, kissing L gently all over his face and neck, using his tongue to clean away his own cum from L.
L endured it all without resistance, mumbling sleepily and then allowing Light to form their tangled bodies and the blankets into a warm nest of naked arms and legs, skin against skin, softly breathing chests bumping against each other each time they inhaled. L's eyes looked dreamy and strange, and at last he closed them, and Light loved the sight of the incredibly dark lashes splayed against the white skin so much that he kissed the eyelids, one at a time.
After long minutes of Light holding a lazy, languid L, L opened his eyes, stretched and said, "You will not leave this bedroom at any time without bringing me with you. Just because you're off the chain for tonight, it doesn't mean you can go to the bathroom by yourself."
"Don't worry," Light said with a soft kiss to L's cheek, "I'm staying with you."
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