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CHAPTER 2: What Light Wants
Light woke up to a long, drawn-out masculine-sounding moan. He blinked a few times, confused by the abrupt transition from a dream in which he'd been chasing some kind of demented blue kitten who'd stolen an apple from him. Now, he was awake in a dark bedroom. Yes, in the bed he shared with L. He glanced to that side of the bed, surprised that he didn't see L awake and working on his laptop.
Instead, L was actually asleep, sprawled out on the bed, his legs completely stretched out instead of curled to his chest. Light had only seen him this way a few times. L was dressed in his usual clothes, a white long-sleeved t-shirt and baggy jeans, which is what he always wore to bed. L moaned again, and then he did something Light had never seen him do before. He talked in his sleep. But, unlike when Sayu did it, every word was distinct and normal-sounding, not slurred.
L said, "I've had to watch plenty of surveillance videos where people had sex. Believe me, I've seen some truly disturbing things. Watching you and Misa have sex is nothing."
Then L moaned again and arched his back. With L's legs in this position, Light could clearly see the massive tent in the man's crotch. L started panting. His crotch tent was only growing. How large was he?
L said, "You two should just continue what you were doing. I'm not getting off on this. It's just a job."
Light smirked. How like L. He was even lying in his dream. L lied about so many things, like how much he suspected Light of being Kira at any particular time. Light was sure that L was nearly certain he was Kira, and that L had been of this opinion most of the time they'd known each other, no matter the tiny percentages L usually claimed.
Hell, he didn't blame the man. Every clue that had ever come into the investigation except a couple had pointed directly at Light. If Light had been in L's place, he'd suspect the same.
The only difference was, Light knew he wasn't Kira, and, if he were in L's place, he'd be more honest about his accusations instead of hiding behind made-up percentages. L was a liar, through and through, and there was something in Light, something very concerned with justice, that resented L for that. True justice should be pure and completely honest.
But maybe, Light could get a little bit of payback. He remembered the time before Sayu learned that she talked in her sleep. Light had been able to mess with her in so many ways, such as telling her that monsters were sneaking up on her, or dripping water onto her face and telling her she needed to find her umbrella. Now, here was his chance to mess with L, to relieve a bit of his frustration with the situation. Light knelt next to L, grabbed the chain that linked their handcuffs and pulled on it just slightly.
L said, "Careful, you're reeling me in."
L grunted, then wriggled on the sheets, his hands forming fists and then unclenching. He let out a low, sensuous moan.
Light gave another little tug on the chain. Suddenly, L's whole body lurched to the side, and, in one smooth movement, L thrust his handcuffed hand past the waistband of Light's pajama pants, into Light's underwear, clasping Light's bare butt cheek. Light stared incredulously at L. The man was still asleep. That hand, it felt kind of good. And, if Light tried to dislodge it, he might wake up L and ruin his fun.
L said, "Some help. Some help, please."
Light said, "What's the matter, Ryuzaki? I thought you said you didn't get turned on by watching."
L groped Light's ass, saying, "Watching is different than touching. I'm not, I'm not used to this stuff."
Light smirked. Maybe he could get some secret information from L this way, something naughty to tease him with later.
Light asked, "Ryuzaki, are you a virgin?"
L said, "Yes."
Interesting. Light had suspected this, but he'd never known. He hadn't asked, because it's rude and because the man was such a liar. But now, this, in his sleep-talking, it sounded like the truth. Light had researched as much as he could of L's history, which was almost nothing, but it did include the dates of all his cases.
L looked nineteen, but unless he'd started solving cases when he was five, which sounded impossible even for L, he must be considerably older. If Light said just the right things, there was a lot of mocking potential in this. Then, Light remembered another question he'd been wondering about. When they'd first been chained together, Misa had accused L of being gay, and L had sidestepped it instead of answering it.
Light said, "Ryuzaki, do you like boys or girls?"
L said, "Both. I'm bisexual."
L removed his hand from Light's pajama bottoms and flopped backwards onto the bed. His back arched again and he moaned, clasping his hands in the sheets and tossing his head. L gasped and then he began humping the air above him, slowly and methodically. His trouser tent was simply huge now. Light hoped it wouldn't grow any bigger.
L said, "Kiss me, please kiss me!"
Light considered. How far should this go? It could be a lot of fun to take it to the next level. Plus, the man was begging for a kiss. Light carefully lay down beside L, and then put his hands on either side of L's head, pulling him in. Light pressed his lips to L's lips. The man's lips started working back instantly, hungry for Light. Light's tongue lapped between the lips and then slid in as those lips parted.
L's tongue came out of nowhere, so wet and wild and sudden it was a complete surprise, and then L was leaning up into the kiss, getting sloppy and frankly sexual, slipping into Light's mouth over and over again. Light had to admit, this was a lot more fun than he'd thought. He was actually getting really hard. Light reached down between his own legs, squeezing the bulge from the outside of his pajama pants.
L broke the kiss and said, "Oh, Misa, you are such a good kisser."
Light drew back. The guy thought he'd been kissing Misa! Should this... should it go any further? Light could easily relieve his own tension by going to the other side of the bed and jerking off under the covers, leaving the detective to have his wet dream by himself.
Just as Light moved to act on that decision, L said, "Light, please touch me. I want you, I want you so bad."
L thrust upward again into the empty air above him and then his hips slowly sank back down. Well, L had asked for it. This time, he'd asked for Light by name. Light lay down next to L again, breathing into L's hair and shoulder, and then Light ran both hands over L's chest and stomach, lightly rubbing on the outside of his shirt. L pressed into the touch, made a little frustrated purr, and then grabbed one of Light's hands and forcibly placed it against the denim of his jeans, just over his straining erection.
Light shivered. This is what L really wanted, wasn't it? Light grasped with his hand, feeling the thickness and the length of the thing trapped underneath that fabric. Light squeezed hard in a rhythm, and L arched up into the touch, moaning that delicious low, husky moan again, so very masculine. Light reached down with his other hand and grabbed his own fabric-clad bulge, squeezing in the same rhythm.
L was panting, still asleep, Light was panting, and it felt so good, so right. They were getting their pleasure together, two men damp with a sheen of sweat, breathing into each other's faces, their lips quivering, their hips thrusting in time to the squeezing pulses of Light's hands, one hand on each trapped rock-hard protrusion. Light wanted more, he wanted to have L, to truly have him, to taste him, to push himself deep inside L's tight heat over and over until both of them were screaming.
Light said, "Ryuzaki, I want sex. I want to come with you. What do you want?"
L was still asleep. Light removed his hand from the bulge in L's jeans and shook L's shoulders, trying to wake him up. L's head merely rolled from one side to another, but he didn't wake. L whimpered at the absence of Light's hand on his hardness and tried to cling to Light, grabbing onto him like a monkey, at last sliding down his body and thrusting his erection up against Light's knee, humping it over and over. L rarely slept, but it seemed it was nearly impossible to wake him once he did go to sleep.
Then L said, "I want Misa and Light to take me at the same time. I want to enter Misa, and I want Light to enter me."
I want Light to enter me. The words sent a thrill through Light. His hands shaking, he pried L from his knee and pushed the man backwards onto the bed. Then Light knelt between L's legs, reached up to L's jeans and began undoing them. Light wanted to enter the man so badly. Waves of need washed through him. But he hesitated. It was clear that L wanted something sexual, but did L really want to have his first ever penetration experience in such a state?
L said, "Ah! Please do it! Please!"
Light made a quick decision and leaned over, rummaging in the drawer by the side of the bed. Mostly it was full of candy, but Light had glimpsed a tube of lubricant in the drawer as well. There it was! Light quickly pulled off L's jeans and boxers, revealing a very large erection.
With the size of that thing, there was no way Light would let L be seme even once. But oral sex wasn't a problem. Light had taken bigger men into his mouth, and he'd learned that with a combination of relaxing your throat muscles and putting your hands around the base of the erection to take up the extra length, it wasn't a big deal. It just took time to learn the techniques. Then Light was squeezing plenty of lubricant onto his fingers. He'd have to prepare L very well, or it wouldn't be a nice experience at all.
L said, "I'll get rid of all Kira suspicions regarding the two of you. I'll manufacture evidence to set you free if I have to. Just do me."
This was a very nice thought! Light had been worried about how much of the evidence indicated him. Sometimes he even started suspecting himself of being Kira. But, if L was serious, Light wouldn't have that nagging fear of execution hanging over him any more, and he wouldn't have to be paranoid around L, wondering if he'd accidentally say something that would be yet another bit of evidence against him. He wanted so badly to just relax and enjoy L, to have some kind of normal relationship with the man, to truly open up to him and enjoy all the things they had in common without such horrible suspicions ruining things all the time.
Light leaned down, approaching L's lower regions with his mouth and his lubricated fingers at the same time. He lapped at the tip of L's erection as one hard, slippery finger circled L's entrance, waiting for that feeling that indicated the ring of muscle there had started to relax. Yes, there it was. Light began slowly pressing one finger inside, while he wrapped his lips around L's shaft, sucking the tip into his mouth.
Then Light was sucking further down the length, taking more of L in as his finger went all the way inside L and curled upward to find that special spot. L let out a noise somewhere between a growl and a scream, thrusting up into Light's mouth, all the way back into his throat. Light had been prepared, and he simply took it, sucking and making a little hum to give L some vibration while his inserted finger continued to rub and press unerringly on the prostate and his other hand rubbed along the base of L's shaft.
After that, there was a constant going up and down, sucking and licking and even making little swirls with the tongue, pouring more effort and speed into it slowly, relentlessly, while soon there were two fingers, and then three, thrusting in and out of L's increasingly slippery entrance, widening and loosening, taking Light's fingers deep, right up to the knuckles at the base. Light had to use one shoulder and an elbow to hold down L's bucking hips to keep the oral sex from becoming erratic. He held the man down and pleasured him meticulously with his hands and his mouth, devouring him hungrily while lustfully watching all the delicious responses it was possible to provoke.
It was increasingly difficult to believe that L was still asleep. He was in an extreme state of arousal now as Light continued to work on him. L was panting and gasping, his head tossing back and forth, his eyes clenched shut hard, and Light could feel muscles in L's abdomen seizing up in waves. Every so often, Light would suck especially hard, and he was almost always able to make L whimper, a needy, pleading, begging whimper. Light was really beginning to think that L had to be pretending he was asleep.
Light's own erection was a dull, throbbing ache between his legs. Seeing L like this was only making it stronger. He wanted to take it to the next level, to insert himself, but there was still a little nagging doubt. Did L truly want that much? What if he really was asleep? But, so far, L had asked rather explicitly for everything Light had given him, and, except for mistaking Light for Misa briefly, he'd been asking for Light by name, instructing Light to do sexual things. And, L's own actions were unmistakable. He'd both sought out sexual activities and enjoyed it.
Light kept working on L while he considered his options. Then, he could suddenly feel and hear a difference, in the tone of L's little moans, in the exact way the muscles in L's hip and groin were tightening against Light's shoulder and elbow. The man was very, very close. Right then, Light wanted nothing other than to make L come. He wanted to see it so badly, to taste it in his mouth. Humming to give L some vibration, Light latched down hard with a tremendous, vise-like suction while his plunging fingers continued to busily work inside, hitting the prostate over and over.
L's breathing stopped and his hips lunged upwards, managing to slip free of Light's pinning shoulder and elbow. Suddenly, L's full length was inside Light, twitching, the tip emptying itself so far back in his throat that he could only taste the barest traces of the salty, slightly bitter semen. Light repeatedly swallowed so he wouldn't inhale the stuff, and the swallowing motions seemed to intensify L's pleasure, sending little shudders through his frame in time with each swallow.
Then L was limp, relaxing. His legs and lower torso had been so tight to the touch before, but now they had a boneless feel, completely floppy and unresisting. Light waited until L was soft and small in his mouth and then gently licked him clean. His semen had a slightly fruity taste mixed in with the salt and the tea-like bitterness. L sighed contentedly. His face looked so sweet and serene. His hair was incredible messy and he was damp with sweat, his eyes still scrunched tightly closed, either in pretend sleep or in some kind of unnatural sleep that was nearly impossible to wake from.
Then L said, "Light, you're not done yet. I want you to finish inside me."
Light tested L with a few movements of his inserted fingers. Yes, he was still in a stretched state, and the orgasm had loosened him up a bit more. He was as prepared as he was going to get. Light's hands were trembling in anticipation once more, and in his eagerness he didn't even manage to get his pajama bottoms and underwear all the way off, just pulled down to his knees. He hastily shoved a pillow underneath L's butt to raise him up and make the angle better for penetration.
Light was kneeling between L's spread legs, squeezing more lubricant from the tube to coat himself and make it as easy as possible, and then Light was there suddenly, at that place he wanted to be, pressing right against L's entrance which was slowly giving way, letting him in. It was all he could do to hold himself back from plunging in completely in a single vicious thrust.
Just the thought of what he was doing was sending flushing waves of heat through Light as he looked down at the man underneath him, so open and inviting, so beautiful with his exotic, slender frame, masculine with just a touch of girly qualities, contrasts of dark hair and pale skin. L was starting to get hard again, his erection curled in a C-shape on his stomach. Light was just beginning to press past the ring of muscle now, and the pressure, the enclosing heat, were just unbelievable.
L had been prepared well, but he was certainly a virgin. L's internal muscles fluttered uncertainly between trying to clamp down on Light and trying to open up. These motions were just too much, they felt too good, and Light suddenly found himself losing control, quickly plunging all the way into that tightness, hot like an oven, squeezing his penis so hard. With that invasion, L's muscles decided what to do. They'd gone from relaxed to very tight, and Light wasn't sure if he'd be able to move at all. Even without movement, the way they were grabbing onto him, Light almost felt like he was going to lose it right then.
As Light trembled in place, uncertain and waiting, he saw a change suddenly come over L. His whole demeanor was different. It was something in the way he held his body and subtle things about his facial expression. Then, for the first time, L's eyes opened. They looked extremely confused. L's eyes darted from side to side, taking in the room.
Light was suddenly sure that L hadn't been pretending to be asleep. He really had been asleep the entire time. And, now, would he be angry? Was Light forcing himself on L? Even though L had asked, and had been very clear, he hadn't truly known what he was doing. Maybe this was bad. Light tried to pull out, but there was no movement. Even with all the lubricant, it felt like being held in a vice. A very sexy vice that was extremely warm, and trembling and panting as it held him.
L said, "Did you knock me out somehow? How did we get to our room? Where did Misa go?"
Light said, "Ryuzaki, you were having a dream. I... you asked for this... so I thought it would be okay."
L didn't look angry or upset. In fact, he still looked very aroused. The only other emotion visible on his face was confusion. He continued to glance around the room as if he thought he'd see Misa hiding behind some piece of furniture.
Then L said, "That's impossible. I haven't had a single dream in twelve years."
Light groaned, half in frustration, half in arousal. He said, "Stupid! You're smart enough to figure this out. It was a dream."
A reluctant acceptance settled over L's features. Light felt a stab of guilt in his heart. L wasn't saying anything about the fact that Light was still fully inserted inside him, and he wasn't trying to thrust up or touch or kiss. L's penis was fully erect, and his face did look aroused as well, but maybe... maybe L didn't really want this.
Light tried to pull out and found L's internal muscles had now loosened just enough for movement. The slippery friction on the way out was driving him crazy, making him want to plunge in again, but he made a firm commitment to hold on to his willpower this time. As his tip slipped completely free of L's entrance, L looked up at him with a pleading, begging look.
L said, "Don't stop it, don't stop. Do me! Do me now!"
That was all Light needed to hear. In an instant, he had plunged full-hilt into L once again, and was thrusting in and out with wild abandon. The two of them were a panting, moaning tangle of legs and arms, chests rubbing, lips locking against each other and devouring. L was making high-pitched noises and clawing at Light's back mindlessly, and then L was giving in to some instinct that showed him just how to wrap his legs around Light's waist, changing the angle to allow for deeper penetration.
L was moaning on each thrust now, using his legs to pull himself up onto Light each time Light thrust down, and Light was sure he was hitting the right spot. L was so needy and clinging, opening himself completely. He wanted so much, and Light was willing to give it all to him, every bit of pleasure he wanted, every bit of delicious friction. As they continued, L's moans changed into strange little whimpering screams.
Light almost couldn't take any more. He'd been so excited before sex, and now he was at a peak of excitement, of intensity, of stimulation. Every need, every desire, every craving he'd had before this activity was now being fulfilled as he plunged into that tight, molten-hot center of L over and over. He wasn't... he wasn't going to last.
But, L deserved to come again, and not just in Light's mouth. Light tried to hold back the feeling rising within him as he reached down, stroking L's hard length as fast and firmly as he could, even though all his motions had gotten erratic from arousal. He was desperate, desperate to make L come. It was a race, and he was barely able to hold back.
Then, with enormous relief, Light felt L tense up everywhere at once, and then L's hot liquid was spilling over Light's hand. Light continued to stroke with jerky movements, but L's internal muscle contractions squeezing his cock were just too much and then he was going over the edge too, almost completely unaware of anything else as his orgasm consumed him, burning within him in shuddering pleasure, shaking him to his core.
Then gradually, he came back to himself. Everything was warm and sticky and there was a satisfied glowing feeling in his lower stomach that was spreading outward. L was curled up delightfully in his arms. He seemed so delicate and fragile, slender and skinny. L hugged him close then, so close Light could feel L's heart beating, almost sense the man's loneliness.
Light gathered L in his arms and hugged him too, nuzzling his face into L's hair, which looked rough but felt very silky. It was soft, flyaway hair, a massive profusion of strands that wouldn't stay in place. Light breathed in and out, smelling a hint of strawberry-scented shampoo as L's hair tickled his nose, and then he grabbed L's earlobe between his lips and nibbled slightly. L made a satisfied "Mmmmmphf" sound and wriggled, pressing himself closer.
Light lay there for some time just breathing, saying nothing, reveling in the intense closeness, in the intimate feeling of the moment. He felt like his soul was bleeding out of his body and merging with L. There was a timeless feeling, as if nothing would ever change. The sun would never rise, and the two of them would never leave this bed. Everything was soft and beautiful, a warm nest of tangled blankets and languid, relaxed limbs.
L was not like other men Light had been with, or women for that matter. He was very genuine. Despite L's constant lying, Light had always felt he knew the real L in a way that had never been true with any other person. L was like a book to him, easy to read. And, unless it pertained to the investigation, L didn't care to hide any part of himself. What you saw was what you got.
L wasn't fake; he didn't care about popularity or your opinion of him. He was very honest and forthright about the way he presented himself. Light thought that even before this sex act, he'd never been as intimate with another person as he'd been with L. L knew him, and he knew L. It was that simple. But, there was still something enormously damaging hanging between them. Something that cut both of them every time they tried to move toward each other. It had to be dealt with.
Gently, afraid of breaking the mood, Light drew back slightly and said, "Ryuzaki, if that was the first dream you've had in twelve years, you must have felt very strongly about what happened in it."
"Yes," L said, "I've never had friends before. I always hid behind a computer. With this case, with being close to people in my own age group, it has unraveled me in a way."
"Then," Light said, "did you mean it when you said you'd make sure me and Misa are never arrested as Kira? I swear I don't remember being Kira, but I sometimes think it has to be true. As you say, perhaps the power, and the memories of it, passes from person to person."
L said, "Yes, I meant it and I still mean it. I can't let this experience go. I won't harm you even if you are Kira."
Then L was kissing him along the edge of his jaw, tenderly and hesitantly. L's inky eyes were shimmering with moisture, and they looked so warm, so loving and full of tender emotion. Then L drew his head back and lay there on his side, staring into Light's face.
Shyly, L said, "Do you think Misa likes me? Can we invite her into our relationship?"
Light grinned. This was going to be a lot of fun. He said, "Well, she said you were cute within moments of the first time she saw you. And, she's already kissed you. Plus, I'm not going to let her have me all by herself. If she wants me, she's going to get both of us."
L said, "The idea of getting you is a very strong motivator for Misa. I think we do have a chance. How should we bring up the subject with her?"
Light said, "We're both geniuses. We'll figure out the best way. But, right now, I think we've got another case to solve."
Light kissed L full on the lips, letting one hand wander downward, where he found L's erection, long and fully hard. Light broke the kiss to say, "It looks like we still have a lot of work to do. When virgins first discover sex, they often need quite a bit of it all at once."
As Light began kissing his way down L's neck and chest, in a line aiming for that straining erection, L said, "I agree. But this is the last time until we do something about Misa."
A/N (Author's Note):
Chapter 3 to show Misa's viewpoint, including a resolution to the entire situation (yes, that means actual plot) and another re-interpretation of the events of chapter 1 (maybe it did actually happen?) plus more sex.
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