The Descent

When Light’s vision swirled back into focus he was not at home but somewhere altogether too crowded. He had been laid against a heap of furs in one corner of a large room and he was surrounded on all sides by piles of sparkling gems, gold, silver, vials of amorphous liquids, bones bleached white with age, opulent old clothing and other objects of excess that were not immediately identifiable to his addled brain. “What the hell, Ryuuk, is this a treasure room?” He asked weakly in half awe half incredulity.



“It is now that you’re here.” Ryuuk held out a jeweled goblet to him. “Drink from this.”



Light’s hands clasped at the proffered drink in obedience and, horrifying enough, he downed it without even looking to see what it contained. The liquid was thick in his mouth like syrup. The taste was tolerable but he greatly feared its consequences.



“That should sustain you for awhile. The shinigami realm isn’t brimming with things to eat but I have enough to keep you healthy for a time. Once you are carrying I’ll be able to bring you better food.”



Although Light was still afraid of hearing the answers to his questions he could not just let the situation stand unclarified. “Carrying? Wait, why have you brought me here? I thought you were going to kill me. No, I knew you were going to kill me earlier, I could see it in your eyes. Now you are off on some tangent about how to keep me alive? I don’t even have clothes on right. I’ll die from a simple change in temperature! What the fuck is your problem?”



“Problem? Relax, I have no problem with you, boy. When you were simply a self important shit head with the mistaken impression that you were above giving a god what he asked for, maybe. But that’s changed because of our deal. I can’t answer your every question now. As for going home, you are home. Not the palatial surroundings you’re accustomed to, but you’re creative, you can make due.” Ryuuk explained evenly.



“You aren’t kidding.” Light brushed his goldenrod hair back from his face and caught the god’s eyes. They were unwavering.



“Why would I be? I chose you carefully and I was patient with your antics. Thought I would do you the favor of letting you have a few free years to yourself but you were giving me no reason to indulge you anymore.”



“You chose me.” He whispered, more to himself than to the smugly smiling god of death, feeling duped. How had he ever been stupid enough to discount his initial feeling, that perfectly logical deduction, that he had been picked to have the note? Light was suddenly VERY afraid again, things were starting to make sense fast. “You wanted me.”



“I’m surprised it took you so long. What, you thought I was going to eat you? No offense, boy. You wouldn’t be much of a meal.”



“But… you can’t have sex.” Light’s voice is devoid of emotion.



“Not with other shinigami or humans. You don’t fall into either category at this point.” He paused for emphasis then continued wickedly, “Come press yourself against me.”



With no independent thought, Light slid himself up to Ryuuk’s hulking body. Against his stomach through the soft hide leather of the shinigami’s pants he could make out a huge appendage; he stumbled backwards again, falling on his ass into the embrace of the thick furs. Ryuuk clapped slowly and sarcastically at the spectacle.



“No! Get away from me you sick freak.”



Ryuuk had stopped laughing and hints of his earlier anger began to surface. “Get on your hands and knees and stay there. I will teach you not to talk back to your master.” Light’s hands dig into the fur and he wishes with all his might to move away but he is anchored in place. He can hear the air hiss as the shinigami’s hand whips through it. Light screams, horse with rage and pain. The hand comes a second time, a third, a fourth, tears leak from his eyes, his ass is on fire. Any more and the shinigami will beat him raw.



“Stop.” He begs brokenly because he knows it is the only thing he has left that is in his power to do. “Stop, please.”



“Tell me what you know I want to hear.” Ryuuk demanded like he was instructing a belligerent child.



"How could I begin to know what that is?!? I don't have any idea you big dumb confusing bastard!" Light groaned hysterically, fearing more lashing because he couldn't keep himself from saying what he meant in this state.



He braced himself as the creature swatted him again. "Do you have any sense of self preservation boy? Tell me something pretty from your pretty mouth. For instance, what words did you use to seduce the only human who ever saw through you for the monster you were?"



The words were not his own but they issued from his mouth. “I want you. Everything in me aches for you.” His voice sounded completely genuine like a tape-recording of the time he had whispered it passionately to his rival. Now, hearing it again, it made him almost suicidal with self-hatred.



“Of course you do. Head to the ground, give me better access.” Light’s ass jutted up as he leaned his head to the level of his hands. All his blood rushed to his face. He could feel air against parts of him that were rarely exposed. The shinigami laved him with his tongue and let his saliva gather in between Light’s cheeks.



Light closed his eyes willing himself away from this place and thinks of normal sex. He had always taken the lead with his partners and they had been beautiful, worthy, and human. The starlet, the school princess, the successful lawyer, the top detective, all his lovers had had something to offer him. This was all wrong.



“Keep all your attention focused on what I’m doing to you.” Ryuuk commanded. Light wailed at his mind being forcefully wrenched from these other thoughts. Soon all he was aware of was Ryuuk’s tongue stroking between his thighs, wetting him thoroughly and finally sliding inside him, taking away the last vestige of innocence he might have claimed to have. Light began to spasm around the muscle that was expanding him. When the shinigami’s hand ghosted over his quickly hardening cock and he couldn’t stop from panting embarrassingly. He was hyper aware of every little feeling, the lukewarm temperature of the shinigami’s rough hand, the weight of every finger wrapping around him, and the organ pushing incessantly so deep inside of him. It was all too much, he groaned and his release came to him quick and intense.



Ryuuk pulled away, “So easily overwhelmed. Relax, you may think for yourself again.” He was massaging the length of Light’s torso. He cleaned Light’s come spattered chest off and kissed him. Making Light taste everything, the muskiness of his violated opening, the sharp saline bite of his own semen, and Ryuuk’s alien-tasting saliva like nothing he had ever encountered. His thoughts were going fuzzy, he pulled his mouth away from the contact.



“Please.” He said hazily. “We can’t do this.”



The shinigami rolled his eyes. “See the green vial with gold markings to you your left? Pour some of what’s in there into your hands.”



Light let his mind slide away from him as he followed this order. It hurt too horribly to try and resist. He screwed the cap open and a pungent floral scent wafted to his nostrils, his entire body responds with a flush of involuntary excitement. “Come rub it here.” Light’s eyes train on Ryuuk’s exposed freakish looking member. That will never fit inside of him, not ever.



Light put up a brave front despite the way everything was crumbling around him. He glared daggers despite the mind-numbing effect of the order. Because Ryuuk did not tell him how to rub he began violently. The creature was not put off. Whip fast, he bucked into the touch and Light winced in expectation of immediate bruising at the force of the action but his hands stayed soft and moist. He continued to cover the area and found that with both his hands wrapped around Ryuuk’s cock his fingertips barely brushed each other at some points. The shinigami’s blackish blue member was adorned with several small round growths and they pulsed independently under his hands. Light gagged at the sensation.



“Come now.” Ryuuk indicated his glistening member. “Ride me, boy.”



Light moved himself off the fur, shuddering in revulsion. Ryuuk offered no assistance and the brunette hiccupped loudly as he straddled the sheath. The narrow tip slid inside him with ease. It was only as big as the tongue that violated him earlier, now caressing his neck possessively. Light continued to press himself down, past any semi-comfortable point and cried out as he could feel himself stretching past his capacity, “You’re splitting me in two.” He was still pressing down, unable to disobey the order despite his all-encompassing pain.



“But you fit so perfectly.” Ryuuk’s voice was deeper tinged with lust and he skimmed a finger across the sensitized outermost ring of muscle in Light’s anus as it was being stretched tightly around his cock. “What do you humans say? ‘Like a glove.’”



“Hate you.” Light sobbed and huffed as he worked to slide himself steadily up and down the enormous intruder inside of him, his ass was burning with hurt inside and out. He realized he had never truly felt the emotion of hatred until this instant. His will and life had been wrenched away from him for this cheap fuck. If he had the ability to he would tear Ryuuk limb from limb with his bare hands just to make him feel a fraction of the pain was feeling.



“Yes.” The death god hissed below him bucking up into Light’s hip motions. Ryuuk was enjoying the human’s emotional little display almost as much as the act itself. Light’s burnt-golden halo of hair swayed back and forth and a thin sheen of sweat highlighted the sharp contours of his shaking frame. A few as of yet unshed tears shone in his eyes glistening like stars. Ryuuk couldn’t have found a lovelier creature to debase if he had raided the heavens themselves for one.



Ryuuk longed to lick some of the salty tears off Light’s trembling lips. He was nearing his completion now, the sight, sound and sensations of the young man at his mercy were growing too much for him to handle. His cock twitched inside of the boy and Light moaned, a little jolt of warm pleasure counteracting his pain. The sound went straight to the shinigami’s rigid member, he grabbed Light’s hips and pushed them down again to take his length completely as he released himself for the first time into another living being. He came deep inside of Light with an animalistic growl, defiling the human’s virginal depths in a few lusty bursts.



Ryuuk spaced out for just a moment at the sheer power of the experience and when he came back to himself Light was still atop him riding his flagging cock, his own sex still painfully hard.



“You can stop now.” Ryuuk allowed almost regretfully, he could have easily watched that display forever. The young man’s body drooped backwards in exhaustion. Ryuuk sat up to catch him just before he slammed into the floor.



Then the shinigami indulged his earlier wish, kissing and tasting boy’s wet open mouth like a connoisseur of the damned. Gently, he guided his mate back to the embrace of the luxurious furs and used a few proficient strokes of his hand on the boy’s unsatisfied member. Sliding some fingers up inside of Light to brush at his prostate, the boy had loudly painted Ryuuk’s hand white with his delayed release and fainted dead asleep afterwards. Ryuuk who needed no sleep, held his claimed human lightly through his rest and hoped the potions he had used would do their jobs. He could not afford to waste anymore time.