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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 15
"Restraints?," Light said, "Don't you think that's going too far?"
No, no, no. It isn't supposed to be happening like this. He wants to tie me up and have his way with me?
L didn't even turn around, but simply ripped open another box and said, "You can't be trusted. Last time you received oral sex from me, you tried to choke me and I was forced to bite. This will protect both of us."
The sheer number of extremely embarrassing objects accumulating on the floor was worrying. Not only was all this kinkiness being filmed from about ten different angles, it was also apparent that there were going to be far too many items to hide them all away once they'd been removed from the boxes. Would these things just sit on the floor, out in the open, until more dressers could be brought into the room so everything could be put away in drawers? And then, everyone would see them in the meantime if they ever peeked at the surveillance video?
L was beginning to find what he wanted and was placing those things into a little pile. There were coils of soft rope in vibrant colors, a number of sets of padded cuffs, some leather, some fuzzy with some kind of fake fur, and various things with straps and buckles and snaps. Some looked so complex that it was difficult to figure out what they were for.
As Light sensed L was reaching completion in his pile of bondage gear, he said, "Fine, but you have to let me loose if I tell you, and pretty soon you need to arrange things so that all this can be put away in cabinets or something and not sit around on the floor for everyone to see. My father would die if he looked at the security footage while we're not in the room and happened to see this."
"I'll get Watari to attend to it."
L sounded completely unconcerned, and simply fished his cellphone out of a pocket and had a short conversation with Watari about having extra cabinets and dressers brought in and everything put away, and emphasizing that Soichiro should be warned against looking at security footage of even the empty room until that had been accomplished.
During that conversation, Ryuk phased through a wall into the room.
He said, "Light, Rem said you didn't want to be bothered, so I just had to see what secret plan you're working on here."
Light angled his head away from L and gave Ryuk a glare.
L finished talking to Watari, put his cellphone away, and said, "Light, why don't you take off all your clothing now? I don't want to bother Watari about the key, so we can just rip our shirts or let them hang on the chain. If you rip your shirt, I'll buy you an identical new one."
Ryuk ignored the glare and drifted over to the chaos of unopened boxes, opened boxes, sex toys and packing material that was all at one end of the room.
Ryuk looked for a few moments and started laughing.
L had gathered the restraints he'd chosen in a little pile next to a chair that looked a bit old-fashioned and had four legs instead of the central pillar and wheels that most of the chairs had. L pulled lightly on the chain and said, "Light, don't tell me you're shy now?"
Light said, "No, I'm just a little surprised that you think it will take that much to tie me down."
Ryuk said, "L is going to tie you up? I've got to see this."
Light turned his back on L and began unbuttoning his shirt, giving Ryuk another glare. What did that monster think he was doing? He'd never been interested in this stuff before. As far as human sexuality was concerned, Ryuk had either been indifferent or repulsed most of the time, though he'd occasionally been curious and asked the kind of completely oblivious questions that kids tended to ask, such as why people would be so interested in such ugly-looking body parts.
Light finished getting his shirt off, except that now it was dangling on the chain. Leave it there, or would it be too annoying? Light hardened his resolve, held the fabric firmly in two hands, and then ripped it down the sleeve, completely freeing it. L would buy an identical one; he wouldn't be allowed to forget. This was a nice shirt.
Light quickly shed his shoes, socks, pants and underwear, giving a few more angry glances at Ryuk during the process. Then he settled into the chair. It had a nice padded seat and back, but the rest was bare, hard wood. L began using some cuffs to connect Light's ankles to the chair legs. It tickled.
Light said, "Not the fuzzy ones. It tickles too much."
L said "Very well," and switched to padded leather cuffs instead.
As L continued to fasten on bindings, Ryuk said, "You're really letting him do this?"
Ryuk was grinning like crazy.
Stupid monster! Just go away. Well, maybe I won't be able to get hard and then he'll never tie me up again.
Light closed his eyes, shutting out the complete turn-off of Ryuk standing around watching the proceedings. Ryuk was even worse than Rem. Rem usually went away, or at least she had the tact to stand out of sight and not make any comments. Light's ankles and wrists were quickly firmly bound to the chair he was sitting in, and then he could feel lengths of silky smooth rope being wound around and around him. It felt like a cocoon. Light tried to shift in place and found almost no give in his position. A slight panic welled up in his chest and he began to breathe faster.
No! I won't show any weakness in front of L. I agreed to this. I have to see it through.
Then, with one last knot, L said, "I'm done. How should we proceed?"
Light felt hands on his thighs and opened his eyes to see a fully-clothed L kneeling on the floor between his spread legs and Ryuk standing just behind L. Light quickly closed his eyes again and shivered uncomfortably.
Emphasizing his words, Light said, "Well, we don't want to get in trouble."
Ryuk said, "Hey, Rem didn't tell me not to do this. And, I still can't believe you let him tie you to a chair naked. It's hilarious."
Light continued, "So, we need to think carefully about what we're doing, and about what will happen next."
There. Ryuk should know that bothering me could end up bothering Rem.
L said, "Light, I'm afraid your instructions don't sound like instructions at all. Surely you can come up with something better."
Light kept his eyes squeezed shut and said, "That's because you can't really do anything fancy until I'm... hard. Just suck."
Go away, Ryuk. Go away.
Light felt hot breath on his penis, and then moist lips, and in the next moment heard a disgusted noise from Ryuk.
Light opened his eyes in time to see Ryuk retreating through a wall.
Before Ryuk's head disappeared, he stopped momentarily and said, "Humans are weird. Why is that even considered fun? Tying you up is a funny joke, but that mouth thing just looks horrible."
Light closed his eyes again, relief flooding through him, and placed his full attention on the wonderful mouth that had managed to suck his entire still-soft penis inside it and the tongue that roamed around, massaging his entire length in a complex dance. Without the distracting presence of Ryuk, it was an incredible sensation. L's mouth was very busy and vigorous. It never stopped moving and was always trying slightly different things.
Light felt a heat building just there as he gradually began to harden, L's mouth sucking up that heat, drawing it to the surface, causing it to expand and increase, and L was using his teeth now, soft little tugs that were sharp and gentle at the same time, and the penis was getting too big to keep entirely within his mouth, but L continued attacking the top half of it with a warm wet onslaught of sliding lips and flickering tongue and pressure and sensation.
L's hands skillfully wrapped around the bottom half, enfolding the shaft in sliding, dizzying short strokes. Through it all, the tickling sensation of L's light, feathery hair against the bits of bare skin that poked out between the ropes heightened the sensations, making the wet friction and the suction feel more intense, stronger.
L kept looking up, an intent expression in his dark eyes, calculating, curious, searching. It was just like when he was going over data on the computer, trying to find a trend.
He's studying my face. Seeing what provokes a reaction.
Was this good or bad? Somehow, it felt powerful, like having mastery over L. It fed into the beautiful rising tension, the sharp throbbing need that every dragging stroke of L's tongue was bringing closer and closer to completion. It was exciting to see L searching for cues and trying to please. But it was also a bit worrying. L's scrutiny was never entirely comfortable. There was no knowing what he was really up to.
Light said, "Try to get it all in. Slowly. Relax your throat muscles and get used to it."
L did it, a gradually enclosing wetness that started with a kiss at the tip, sucking it in with little nibbling motions, and then sliding slowly down the shaft, L's face looking uncomfortable after the halfway mark but continuing on with a maddening slowness, but, oh, it was so good in there, so perfectly right.
Light could feel L's throat, the back of it, and it was a tight enclosing wetness that invited him in, shockingly warm. Light strained against the ropes, wanting to thrust deeply and choke L, to feel him cough and to feel the delicious tension of his clenching throat muscles enclosing everything, clamping down.
But Light couldn't move, not at all.
It was awful to be tied down, to not be trusted, even though it was kind of justified. Light's every instinct urged him to fuck L's mouth with no mercy or gentleness. If that movement were possible, L would choke and then he would bite. The bastard wouldn't forgive, wouldn't let anything go. It always had to be one for one.
L's mouth slowly did a few more strokes almost all the way down to the base. He choked a few times but quickly retreated and corrected himself each time. It was a tease, a maddening tease that provoked the growing tension and rising sparks in Light's groin without offering much chance of release. It was only adding more fuel to the fire, and so much want, building and building, the need for more, the desperate desire to be well and truly fucked by the depths of that mouth and throat.
Between pants, Light stammered, "It's... too much. You... can practice on a banana later. Just make me come."
It felt a bit like begging, a little humiliating, but it didn't matter. The need was overwhelming.
L unlatched his mouth, provoking an acute sensation of loss, and said, "Very well."
There was mischief shining in L's eyes as he went back to the more comfortable position of using his hands on the bottom half of Light's shaft and his mouth on the top half, speeding up the motions, and then speeding up again, bringing that throbbing need so close, so close to completion. L was more playful now in his motions but the speed he performed them with was furious and unrelenting. Light couldn't help but respond to it, the aching between his legs rising to a clear and definite peak.
And then, just as that moment was about to arrive, L stopped everything, looked up, and said, "Are you Kira?"
So, this is the game.
"No," Light said, but there was a ring of false conviction in his voice.
L looked unconvinced.
"Say you're not Kira," L said, between long, sensual licks from base to straining tip, "say it now."
"I'm not Kira," Light said, putting as much effort as he could into sounding like an outraged innocent who'd gotten tired and jaded by the repeated accusations.
This was pointless, anyway. Completely pointless. Nobody could be convicted according to their tone of voice when answering questions.
Light said, "Is this your plan? To tie me up and sexually torture me, never letting me come?"
"No, I will," L said, in a very decisive-sounding voice, "I'll make you come."
And then that team of mouth and hands and tongue were working again, as intense as ever, as if they'd never stopped, and Light's pleasure was rising uncontrollably. He could feel drops of sweat rolling down his neck, and his body shivering under the onslaught of sensations. He threw back his head and tried a futile thrust as his bliss overwhelmed him, originating between his legs as a white-hot explosion and then rippling through his entire body in a series of expanding and contracting waves.
L received it all into his mouth, not swallowing but simply retaining it, and then spit it out into a tissue with an expression of distaste.
Light panted a few times, feeling exposed and helpless and giddy, and then said, "I bet you'd do this five times a day if it tasted like frosting."
L gave him a strange look and said, "There's fructose in semen, but not enough. There are easier ways to clean it than by using my throat."
I won't, I won't ask him to untie me. L can't make me ask for something like that, as if he had power over me. He doesn't. I did this of my own free will, to help both of us, so that he won't bite again.
Light said, "If you don't mind getting it on your face, I can lick it off. I like that."
Well, I like licking it off, but I really like seeing it on his face. Hopefully he doesn't realize that's supposed to be humiliating.
L didn't reply but merely started undoing the bindings, a process that took a couple of minutes. Light rubbed each arm and leg as it was freed, noticing the pink marks of compressed flesh that had been made despite the softness of the restraints. He rubbed more determinedly at those places and saw the marks beginning to go back to normal. Before he knew it, L's eager, now-naked body was tackling him from behind, steering him to the bed, a toothpaste-sized tube of lubricant dangling in L's usual finger-and-thumb grip.
Light allowed himself to be guided to the bed and said, "There's no need to tie me up for this part."
L said nothing, but he didn't have restraints with him. Good. Light's heart was beating fast. This was it, a point of no return. After L felt how immensely wonderful it was to penetrate someone else, he'd want more of it, and it hurt to be on the bottom. It felt good, but it hurt too. Then there would probably be constant annoying arguments about it.
Light arranged himself in the middle of the bed and let L climb on top. L was in a cuddling mood, soft and gentle, nipping with the tiniest little bites on the shoulders and neck and the earlobes while the rest of him squirmed and tried to fit perfectly into Light's contours. Light sighed and let himself fall into the pleasure of skin against skin, burying his fingers in L's hair, so soft and flyaway, and then, as L descended to lick a nipple, pressing his face among the messy black strands and inhaling the clean scent of hair.
Something about L was always so delicate and fragile, his limbs incredibly spindly, every part of him slender and elegant. Light traced circles around a sharp hipbone, sharp enough that it looked as if it would break if you pressed on it just right. L almost purred in response, a low needy wordless sound of pleasure, and L began pressing his erection against Light's leg in a series of hard, short thrusts.
Light said, "Just get on with it. You need to prepare me with fingers first. Stretch the inside until it's wide enough."
L descended with a series of kisses down Light's chest and stomach, and then crouched between Light's spread legs, his hands out of sight. Light could hear the tub of lubricant being opened with a distinct pop.
A moment later, Light felt something very hard pressing at his entrance and then just slightly inside. A fingernail?
There was an unbearable rush of coldness within. Light yelled and L just looked at him quizzically. It felt incredibly wet and sloppy.
Light said, "You... you put the tip of the tube inside me and squeezed a bunch of lubricant in, didn't you?"
L dangled the tube in a two-fingered grip. It had been partly flattened and it looked about half empty.
L said, "It seems like an efficient way to do it."
Light said, "Lube is cold, and we don't need that much anyway. You're supposed to put lube into your hands and let your body heat warm it up before you apply it to sensitive areas. You can rub your hands with lube to warm it, or put it on any object and rub the object."
"I don't see why it's so cold. It's room temperature, the same as everything else."
"Room temperature is a lot colder than body temperature, and things feel colder inside."
L crouched down with his hands out of sight again. L was slow, hesitant. He plucked delicately at Light's ball-sack, pulling it out of the way to look underneath, pushing it around from one side to the other.
L said, "I don't want to put my fingers in there."
Light replied, "Fingers are required first. You are not taking me without preparation."
L jumped up lightly, making a cat-like leap from the bed, and went out of sight behind the bed, pulling the chain taut. Light let his arm be pulled in that direction and didn't bother to turn around.
He almost thought L had panicked and abandoned him, but after a few moments L was back with a huge amount of candy canes in his mouth and then was crouching again between Light's legs, looking eager and delighted. He must have gotten them from the stand beside the bed. There was always plenty of candy in the bedroom.
Light watched as L pulled one candy cane from his mouth, holding it by the curved end, and coated the other end with lube. Then it descended out of sight and Light felt it sliding into him. It really was just the right size to not be even slightly uncomfortable, narrower than a finger. And the curved end left outside should make it safe, so it shouldn't disappear inside and prove impossible to fish out.
L thrust it a number of times at different angles, watching Light's face with that same expression of intently studying he'd used during oral sex. Then that first candy cane was joined by another, and then another, with more thrusts each time, L questing and experimenting. He looked rather smug. It felt good, but not great. L hadn't found the prostate yet. Light closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations, trying to open up inside. When it got up to six Light felt an uncomfortable pinch. It wasn't like being stretched too much, it was different...
Suddenly Light knew what it was. "Take them all out!"
As L pulled the bunch out, Light said, "It's like sucking on a candy cane. It develops a sharp point over time."
L held up the candy canes, displaying their ends where the red striping had dissolved away and the white material underneath was beginning to develop dull points.
L said, "I'm sorry. I should have remembered that. Are you hurt? Do you need a medical examination?"
"No, it feels fine now. You were gentle, and they didn't get sharp enough to damage anything."
Light waved his arm in the direction of the sex toys. "We've got all those... things, and you decided to use candy canes instead?"
"I was being efficient. We can easily throw away candy canes, but anything else we use we'll need to clean afterward. It saves time."
Light groaned, and took L on a short trip to the other side of the room. He picked through the toys, finding a number of slender anal probes.
Light said, "If you won't use your fingers, use these. Start with the smallest ones and then go to bigger sizes as I stretch."
Quickly, they were back on the bed in the same position as before, and this time L was much improved. He went from one probe to another, gradually increasing the diameter, and with the help of curved probes and a little prompting, he even managed to find the prostate and hit it most of the time. When L had reached a size that produced a kind of painful stretch and used that object for awhile, he suddenly got a look on his face like a cat that has grabbed something it wants.
L pulled out the probe, tossing it aside with the others, and then began spreading lubricant on his own penis.
Light closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, waiting for the pain.
He waited, and waited, and there was nothing at all. He opened his eyes to see L in the same position as before, looking indecisive.
Light said, "What are you waiting for? Get it over with."
"You look frightened. You don't want to do this? Should I prepare you more?"
"It's just that it will hurt. Go ahead. I'm braced for it."
"It shouldn't hurt. I did everything right."
"It... always hurts. That's just what it's like. Don't worry about it. It feels good at the same time."
L placed his hands on either side of Light's hips and leaned forward. "Who was it?"
"Yamamoto. It ended more than a year ago."
Light couldn't meet L's eyes any more. He looked away, staring at the wall as he continued.
"He broke up with me because he said he was only attracted to girls. Even though it had been going on for months. He wouldn't even give me a New Year's card last year."
And then there was also a two-week rebound relationship with another guy shortly after the break-up, but L doesn't need to know about that. Nobody knows, and it will stay that way.
L gently said, "Yamamoto was doing it wrong. If it hurts, you're supposed to stop. If your first time is painful, you'll develop a reflex of not relaxing enough, and then it will be painful other times."
"You think you know so much because you read a book about it this morning? It hurts for whoever is being penetrated, it just does."
L said, "It doesn't hurt me. It doesn't hurt anyone when it's done right. I have a plan."
L certainly looked as if he were planning something. His eyes had that maddening, completely unreadable stare again, and the corner of his mouth, where he was pressing a long, spindly finger, was slightly upturned in what looked like mild amusement.
L climbed up Light's body and pressed the tube of lubricant into Light's hand, saying, "Do it to me, then."
He's giving up? Just like that? Well, there's no reason to question good fortune.
Light was rock-hard and throbbing as he reached back with lube-slickened fingers and began probing L's puckered hole. As soon as the first finger slipped inside, L gripped Light's shoulders tightly and began rocking gently back and forth, helping the thrusting motions of the finger and whimpering in pleasure.
Suddenly, L's mouth was descending in a sloppy kiss, and Light gave himself completely to the sensations of wrestling tongues and lips, eating out L's mouth while continuing to work away behind with busy fingers. L let out little gasps and moans, most of them muffled into Light's mouth.
Just as Light felt L open enough to be ready for penetration, L made that decision himself and began moving downward over the head of Light's cock. Light gasped at the sensation of slowly sinking into that incredible heat. It was utterly perfect, delicious and intense, and L's face hovering above his own was so cute, looking extremely surprised and pleased at once.
Light mumbled, "Gravity creates more pressure."
L barely got out an affirmative-sounding grunt in reply. L was already losing himself in the experience, his breaths all turning into pants, his eyes glazed over with that thoughtless, needy, hungry look, his hair messier than Light would have believed possible if he hadn't seen it himself, black clumps of it sticking out in every direction and the front portion falling into L's eyes worse than ever.
L let out a soft moan and closed his barely-visible eyes. His sheer neediness, the way he helplessly gave in to his desires, was incredibly sexy. Light loved making L unable to speak, unable to think, just a raw, mindless body craving his penis, his lips, his hands.
Light kissed L's chin and then sucked on his lower lip, running his hands along L's torso, thrusting upward into him gently as L thrust down again and again, their warm breaths in each other's faces.
It was so freaking good to have L on top, impaling himself with slow downward strokes produced by rocking his entire body forward and back, L's face showing expressions of lust and intense pleasure, along with a kind of curious questing as he adjusted his angle, seeking, experimenting, each motion sending a surge of bliss into his face.
Light reached between their bodies and grabbed for L's erect member, ready to pump it.
L stopped in place, panting, eyes closed, looking as if he was trying to gain verbal coherency, and then said, "Wait. I want to feel you inside me."
He really likes being penetrated that much?
The thought of how very much L craved this, along with L's renewed, more forceful thrusts, brought on a helpless, rising sharp surge of pleasure. Before Light could stop it, or make any motions to reach for L's penis to at least attempt to make L come at the same time, Light was lost in a sweet release.
Light arched his back and poured himself into L in a series of warm, heavy spurts, unable to think any more, simply caught in the pulses of pleasure, acutely, almost painfully aware of each place where L's skin touched his own. There was a purity about it, a sense of being separate from the world and the normal flow of events. It was simply two bodies merged, moving together, fulfilling the most basic of desires, a chain of cause and effect, feelings producing feelings and then building on themselves to that inevitable peak.
As the tingling aftershocks of his orgasm faded, Light opened his eyes to see L glaring down at him.
Well, he should have let me touch his penis earlier. This is his own fault.
Light pulled out and pushed L backwards. L was surprised and wriggling like crazy, letting out what was almost a squeaking sound as Light forced him down, pinned his hips and took in his entire length in one slurping gulp. Light kept his eyes on that beautiful face, the head thrown back, the lips parted and panting, as L let out soft noises each time his penis entered fully into Light's throat. Almost as soon as the oral started, L's legs were trembling, and his face was a mishmash of wild, raw emotions, animalistic and crazed with lust.
Light's hand found one of the larger anal probes, just slightly less than dick-sized, and he slipped it inside L as his mouth and throat continued to plunge up and down on L's engorged cock. Light pushed a button on the base of the probe and it was suddenly vibrating. He twisted it around, and L let out a soft breathy cry and was suddenly climaxing, looking completely helpless and utterly sexy, waves of bliss moving through his face as his thighs lifted and clamped hard and his back curved into a delicate arch.
Light didn't let up what he was doing in the slightest, earning several "Nnngggguuhhh" sounds from a spent and shaking L until at last L regained some composure and gasped, "Stop."
Light stopped and enjoyed the sight of L splayed out, so limp and relaxed, his spindly limbs looking nerveless, as if he wasn't capable of getting up, and that emotion almost like love glittering once more in the depths of his deep, dark eyes. If it wasn't love, it was rapture, and it was surely growing closer to actually being love over time.
Light crawled up L's body and curled into L's embrace, feeling those slender, wiry arms wrap around him and pull him close, breathing in the earthy, almost sweat-free natural scent of L's body, absorbing L's soft, languid warmth. After resting in a close embrace with his chin on L's shoulder for some time, Light drew back, needing to look L directly in the face, and saw those mostly-inscrutable eyes studying him, a finger resting absently at the corner of L's lips.
Those eyes were not as hard to read as usual, they looked curious, unafraid, displaying a raw openness that L almost never had. Light could tell he was being examined like an object of mystery. And Light thought he saw just a chance in the black depths of those eyes, a chance that L might consider the idea of Kira not being the same as Light.
Light stayed there, drowsy and warm, tangling his limbs with L, enjoying that expression on his face, occasionally nibbling in a line along his jaw or kissing him, until L started to look businesslike again and then pulled Light out of bed and back to the stack of boxes, to start pulling apart more of them and sorting through their contents.
As soon as Light was sure L wasn't simply preparing to put all of the items away, he said, "L, what are you doing?"
"Preparing you. I have a plan."
"What? No, I'm going to go to sleep."
In a soft, even voice, L said, "This will take some time, so we need to start as soon as possible. It is time to stretch you and train you out of your bad reflexes."
L was beginning to line up butt plugs of various sizes and shapes along the floor. Light saw that they were being assembled from smallest to largest and had an idea of the plan even as L continued with, "It is simple. You will wear a butt plug for two or three hours every day. We'll increase the sizes as fast as we can. You'll get used to it."
Light wasn't sure if he was angry, or humiliated, or hopeful. Walking around with one of those things, would it be awkward? What if it fell out? And, it would somehow feel like being owned by L, wearing a mark of L's power. But, if it truly did work and it got rid of the pain... well, L obviously hadn't given up on being the seme. It was going to happen, and maybe, this way, things wouldn't ever hurt.
Light gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, but we're not starting tonight, and nobody ever hears about this. Ever! And you're not allowed to use the vibrating ones. And, all this stuff needs to be neatly put away soon."
L paused briefly in what he was doing and said, "Of course."
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