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No Idea	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 2754 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 2: Sniffgasm
It was torture waiting the next few hours until the task force members would arrive at work. During that time, Light finished off the perfume bottles that weren't too offensive, and had to start in on the funky perfumes. Really, why did women think some of these smells were acceptible, even in the tiny doses normally used?
Choking on the thick fumes, Light could hardly breathe. He kept itching his chest and back, sure he was about to develop a rash. He thought of trying to spread the perfume over a larger portion of his body to dilute the effects a bit, but he'd already doused pretty much his entire upper torso, and he didn't want to even think of getting a rash on his lower regions. And then, there was that annoying idiot Carminious, following Light as he paced, his nose practically glued to Light's shoulder, having some kind of sniffgasm the entire time. If Carminious's actions weren't bad enough, there was Ryuk, who kept commenting on various lewd scenes he was imagining between L and Light and going into chuckling fits.
At last, 8AM arrived. Light got out his cellphone and called L, telling him that he thought he might subconciously be Kira and asking to turn himself in. L agreed and gave out the hotel name and room number of where the Kira task force was stationed at the moment. Light shoved a couple of perfume bottles in his pocket just in case Carminious asked him to reapply on the way there.
Now, to get to the place. Light snuck downstairs and just as he was about to get past the kitchen, Sayu popped out in front of him, immediately covering her mouth and nose and making a gagging sound. It looked like her eyes were going to bug out of her head. Sayu took a couple of steps back, removed her hand from her mouth and began fanning vigorously in front of her face.
She said, "What did you do?"
Light thought. Was there anything he could really say? He could try to claim it was an accident, but that would be such an obvious lie, especially since they wouldn't find broken perfume bottles on the bathroom floor. He said, "I, uh, got curious about perfumes and decided to try them."
Sayu's face looked like she wanted very much to say something, but that she couldn't decide what to say. Finally, a kind of cross between a snort and a choke came out.
Light's mom suddenly appeared. She clutched at her mouth and her face turned slightly green. She said, "Light, ummmm..."
Light said, "Goodbye," and ran out the front door.
Light tried to use the bus, but they wouldn't take his money, they just kicked him off. Then, Light tried taxis, and the first three turned him down, but the fourth finally accepted him. The taxi driver was smoking a thick cigar all the time. Perhaps his sense of smell had already been deadened. Light had to choke on the smoke as well as the eye-watering perfume for the entire ride.
When he got out in front of the hotel, Carminious said, "I suppose you won't be able to reapply once you go in here. Best to douse yourself now just to be safe."
Light only had two perfume bottles remaining in his pocket. He got out both, sniffed them, selected the least bad one and dumped its entire contents across his shoulders. Then he said, "Carminious, I will meet with the man I know as Ryuzaki inside that hotel. He has black, shaggy hair, sits in a crouch, has bags under his eyes, and looks about twenty years old. Make sure you write down that our romance starts immediately."
Carminious took his nose away from Light's shoulder long enough to nod dreamily, and then went back to his sniffing marathon. When Light went into the hotel, he tried to steer clear of everyone, but he still got some weird stares even from people who were about ten feet away from him.
He was hoping hotel security wouldn't get notified and throw him out before he could meet with L. Light took the stairs, since it didn't seem as if an empty elevator would appear for him. Finally, huffing and puffing, he stood outside the door to L's hotel suite. Mentally bracing himself, he stepped inside and said, "It is as I said on the phone, Ryuzaki. I could be Kira."
Soichiro said, "No, Light! You don't know what you are talking about!"
Then, even though the task force members were about 15 feet away, they all had a change of facial expression at about the same moment. Matsuda began walking toward Light, saying, "What is that... it smells like..."
Matsuda suddenly stopped advancing, then stumbled backwards a few steps and pinched his nose.
Light looked directly at L and said, "Ryuzaki, I have sometimes wished that criminals would just die, and I know that every clue you've found points to me. Perhaps I have another personality, and when I sleep, Kira kills those criminals. I don't know what is happening to me. My mind is strange..."
L said, "Yes, it is true, I am now ninety-nine percent certain Light is Kira."
Aizawa choked and said, "What the hell is that stench? Is that Light?"
Light said, "I have been doing odd things, like dumping most of the perfume in the house on myself. You can see why I'm worried, can't you? You need to lock me up. Only if you lock me up can I conquer this fear that I might be Kira."
L looked very suspicious. He sighed and said, "I do not like following suggestions from a suspect. But, what choice do I have? We will need to test this by locking up Light."
Carminious detatched himself from Light's shoulder, walked over to stand behind L, and pointed down at L, saying, "This is the guy, right?"
Light gave a slight nod, and watched the god of romance take out his glowing red notebook and begin to write in it.
Light said, "Promise me, that no matter what I do or say, you won't let me out until you are sure I'm one hundred percent innocent."
L said, "I promise, but it might be a long time. Brace yourself."
Light nodded, and just then, he felt his stomach do a flip-flop that had nothing to do with the nauseating fumes surrounding him. At the same moment, he saw L's eyes widen, and the man nervously shuffled his feet back and forth, at last itching one bare foot with another. Light kept staring at L. His awareness of the rest of the room faded, and he wanted nothing more than to gaze at the man in front of him forever... those pouty, full lips, those sensuous dark eyes...
No, he wanted more than gazing... he wanted to go over there, gather L into his arms, and hug him so very close. The urge was almost overwhelming. L swallowed a couple of times and licked his lips. Light wanted to moan just seeing that. He could imagine those lips, that tongue. They would be so soft and warm, so skilled, manipulating him, licking him to completion...
L said, "Before the prisoner is locked up, we will need to do a strip search and body cavity search. I will do this myself."
Mogi said, "Several of us have training in that. There is no need for you to do it."
L gazed intensely at Light and said, "I have powers of observation better than anyone else here. There might be some subtle clue that only I will notice."
Then L jumped out of his chair and was leading Light to one of the private bedrooms in the back of the hotel suite. Light smirked inwardly. If L was feeling anything like what Light was personally feeling, they were going to be rutting like bunnies the moment the door was closed behind them. This would be so sweet. He was going to conquer L, to own him, to make him scream and beg. After sex, L would be even easier to manipulate than if he was merely in love but chaste.
Just then, Light had a faltering moment where he wasn't quite sure of himself. He looked inwards, searching his feelings. Had he compromised the Kira mission with this move? He imagined a dead L, and a triumphant Kira able to do whatever he pleased with the world. Then he was sure of himself once more. It would hurt, a lot, but his commitment to being Kira was unshakable. Yes, if he couldn't win L over to his point of view, he'd kill him. No question about it. Light Yagami did not let feelings rule him, no matter how strong those feelings were.
Then L was closing the door and locking it. Light's heart was racing. He felt exactly like he had just before he'd taken off a girl's bra for the first time. The best thing about this was the supernatural aspect. No matter how aggressively Light pursued L, L wouldn't get scared off like a normal person might. L was deeply, madly in love, and nothing Light could do would make L decide the relationship was a bad idea. None of the uncertainty or fear of a normal relationship was present. It was a perfect situation for manipulation.
L turned around after locking the door and looked at Light. His gaze, half-hidden under his shaggy black hair, was positively smoldering. L looked curious, suspicious, excited and sultry all at the same time. Light had a sharp intake of breath. This was it. In a moment, L would come over and start undressing him, probably give him a kiss or two, and then they'd be tumbling onto the bed. He'd push L down and plunge inside him, burying himself completely.
And, L, he'd beg for it, he'd be so compliant and needy, wriggling underneath Light deliciously, panting and sobbing. He'd make L come then, make him lose control, gaze into those coffee-colored eyes as all thoughts fled them and were replaced by pure, mindless pleasure. Light would show L that Light, Light was the one in control, the one who gave out pleasure, but only if you let him do you just the way he wanted. Light was already completely hard just thinking about it.
L produced a box and said, "Take off all your clothing and your watch, put them in this box, and then lay down on the bed and wait for me. I'm sorry we don't have a real examination room, but this is a hotel suite, after all."
Light stripped slowly, provokatively. As he took off his boxers to expose his stiff erection, as hard as he'd ever been in his life, he rotated his entire body slowly to the side so L would get a good view. Then he walked over to the bed and stretched out, giving L a "come hither" look.
L came over to the bed, holding something... leather straps and chains? Yes, that was it. L cuffed one wrist and chained it to the nearest bedpost. He said, "Prisoners need to stay still to be examined properly."
Light waited patiently as L went around to each bedpost in turn, cuffing and chaining both ankles and wrists so that Light was in a spread-eagle position. L tested the strength of them, as if he expected Light to try and escape. Well, if L was expecting resistance, he was going to get a big surprise. Light looked absently at the padded leather cuffs. These... didn't look new. They weren't dirty or cracked or anything like that. They just didn't have the look of new leather. Odd...
L leaned over him then, and said, "You certainly do have an unbearable stench!"
Light startled in surprise. He'd forgotten about that ever since Carminious had written down the names. Yes, even with the perfume-drenched clothing removed, enough had soaked through to his skin that his eyes were still watering from the upwelling fumes. And, his entire upper torso was itchy. He glanced down and saw a large area of red bumps spread across his chest.
Would the perfume put off L? Light groaned. He'd already become so hard. It would be extremely frustrating if he didn't get release. His erection was still standing up like a flag pole, straining and sensitive. The slightest air currents in the room moving across it stirred his lust even more.
L put on latex exam gloves and got out some lubrication. Yes, this would be it! L investigated every orifice, ending with the anus. When Light saw L crouched between his legs, spreading his butt cheeks, he started breathing much faster. L was right there! He was fully clothed, yes, but his face was hovering only a few inches above Light's sensitive, needy cock, and one finger, slippery and cold with lubricant, was circling Light's rear entrance. Light quickly reminded himself that he would never be the uke. The moment L tried to put anything other than fingers in there, he'd be in big trouble.
L whispered, "You are very tight. I don't want to hurt you, so I'm going to ease in slowly. But, I need to warn you that I'll have to probe deeply by the time I'm done. Some people hide things quite far in, and we need to be completely sure you aren't trying to smuggle anything into your confinement. If I can't get far enough in, I'll have to move back and forth a bit to loosen you up."
Light nodded, and then he felt a cold, wet finger sliding within him. It was so good. He moaned. The finger stopped. Light nodded again. This was not the time for L to be hesitant. The finger slid in more, with exactly the right slippery friction. It prodded around in a circle, feeling and pressing on his walls from every angle, then it slid even further in, stopping again to do that circle of prodding. At one particular place, Light gasped at a sudden jolt of pleasure. He moaned and said, "Yes, just that. Do it again."
L slid in the finger even more, then did the circular prodding. There was another jolt at the same angle, but not as intense. L was moving past the pleasure spot. Then another finger came in alongside the first, and when it reached the same depth as the first, both of them curled around, searching in every direction, then they pressed in yet deeper and circled again.
The fingers were certainly past that sensitive bundle of nerves, with the lower part of the fingers just slightly pressing on it. Light wasn't getting the kind of direct stimulation he craved, but the wiggling motions were driving him crazy with need. His hips bucked upwards and the tip of his stiff erection slammed into L's nose. L merely grunted and moved his head to one side, then continued penetrating even deeper. How long were L's fingers, anyway? Even longer than Light thought, because twice more they managed to penetrate him yet more deeply and do their little dance of searching in every direction.
Then, quite suddenly, the fingers were withdrawn, L was getting up, and the latex gloves were being peeled off inside-out and tossed into the trash. That was it? Well, it should be the end, right? If it had gone on for any longer, it might seem like preparation for being penetrated by something larger, and Light would never be the uke... so, why was he disappointed the fingers had left?
In a few moments, L was back on the bed, this time crouched by Light's side. He said, "I'm about to do something a bit... unorthodox. I don't want to disturb you, but this is the only way."
L began leaning over Light's torso, his face seemingly aimed for Light's belly button.
"You see," L said, "I can only think of two reasons why you might dump so much perfume on yourself. One is that you are trying to convince us that you really aren't in control of your actions. Another is that perhaps there is some clue you don't want us to find that is a scent, and you were so terrified of us finding that clue that you tried to cover it up with enough stench to drown out anything else. I'm going to have to smell you quite thoroughly."
And with that, L's face was buried in Light's stomach, snuffling and sniffing, then moving slightly, then doing it again. Light was mad now with lust, moaning and writhing as L stuck his nose into every square inch of Light's body, his hot, moist breath tickling, his face so warm, his lips occasionally brushing Light's skin so gently, barely a touch at all, seemingly accidental. Light began bucking up into L to increase those slight touches.
L was clothed, clambering over a naked Light who was strapped down. L was sometimes crouching to one side, sometimes the other, sometimes sitting on some part of Light or straddling him. Even through his lust-clouded mind, Light quickly deduced that a grid pattern was being used. L wasn't missing anything except... he was skipping the lower groin area. Finally, Light knew that L had completely snuffled every last inch of himself except his penis and balls. That was when it happened. L was suddenly crouched between Light's legs, spreading them. L looked at Light, blushed, and said, "I'm sorry, but I can't leave anything out."
L's face buried itself in Light's groin. The touch was maddening and arousing all at once. Light pressed himself up as far as he could, pushing into L's face as the man nuzzled his balls. L sniffed constantly as he moved the wrinkly skin around to get into every fold. Then L was circling the base of Light's penis slowly with his nose, and finally working his way up the shaft itself... oh, it felt so good. L's breath was so hot and moist, his nose so insistent. Light closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Then, just as L finished the sides and began going over the sensitive tip, Light felt it. A little flick of moisture as if L had reached out with his tongue and just barely lapped at Light's penis.
Light moaned, "Yes, suck, suck..."
The action was not repeated. Light opened his eyes. L was wiping his nose on his sleeve. "I'm sorry," he said, "I had a little nose drip. I'm almost done."
Light was startled. Had he really been that turned on by L's snot? Then that nose, that wonderful sexy nose, was returning to snuffle the sensitive head of his swollen erection, and Light found himself wishing that L had a huge nostril that he could just shove into again and again, until he spent himself in sweet release deep in its moist cavern. Yes, that would be so good.
Light blinked. Was he developing some kind of odd nose fetish? What a weird thing to imagine. Then, his attention was distracted by the removal of that nose, by the removal of L entirely. L was walking toward the door to the room. He said, "I'll be back in a minute with your prison clothes."
L was just leaving? Just like that?
"Wait!," Light shouted.
L turned back to look at Light.
"Ryuzaki," Light said, "I need, I need..."
Light let out a little whimper. He said, "Please, I'm so hard... it's painful... and, once I'm locked up I'll have my hands cuffed behind me for a long time. Could you just... I wouldn't mind at all... it would be pleasant... I really do like you..."
"Of course," L said, "it would be cruel otherwise. I'll uncuff your hands so you can experience release. I'll need to observe for investigative purposes. I can let you do this twice a week or so while you're locked up as well. If I observe each time, I can make sure you're not trying something connected to Kira."
L came to each side of the bed in turn, and unfastened just the wrist cuffs. Light intended to grab the man and pull him into the bed, but L was too wiry and fast. He slipped away from Light's grab as if he hadn't even noticed it and stationed himself crouched in a chair just out of reach. He tossed Light the tube of lubricant and then pressed a finger between his lips, his eyes intense with a look of interest. L really wanted to see this, but for some reason he didn't want to join in this time. Oh well, L was still in love.
Light chuckled inwardly. The man was probably some kind of virginal prude who didn't even understand his own sexual feelings. Light would teach him. He'd have a real good time showing L what to do, being his sexual master and instructor. He would induct innocent L into so many things, corrupt his pure little heart with countless wild lusts and kinky practices.
Light squeezed a lot of lubricant into his hands, clasping them together for a little while so his body heat warmed up the cold lubricant. Then he reached out to his penis, his penis that had been aching with need for so long, all because of that tease L, and grasped it firmly in both hands. He was at such a fever pitch of arousal and the slippery touch felt so good that he almost lost it on the spot. Light held his hands still for a few moments and tried to gather his self-control. It wouldn't do for L to think he had some kind of premature ejaculation problem. It was L's fault anyway, for climbing all over him for so long and for having such a sexy nose.
Then, Light made sure he was looking directly at L, so that L would know he was watching a show, and began long firm strokes. Light groaned. A heavy feeling was already building in his groin. He stroked some more, pushing and sliding, panting. The sparks were rising inside him. He slowed his movements, but the intensity was growing, it was no use. Every slightest touch brought it closer and closer, that rising white-hot tense heat. Suddenly, Light burst, riding waves of pleasure, heavy spurts shooting into the air and falling onto his hands as he held his twitching length, his back arching. And, through it all, L was watching. As the last bits of semen escaped him, Light cried out, "Ah, L."
Then Light lay there panting, gazing at L, embarrassed he'd come so soon, but so glad he'd shared such an intimate moment with L already. Light was suddenly imagining little stolen kisses between him and L, hiding their love from everyone else, and secret gifts too. He giggled. It was such a giddy feeling. He tried to imagine L in a dress. Yes, L would look very good in a dress. Or maybe, a school girl's uniform. There was something so... accessible about a skirt. He would pin L up against a wall, and his hands would slip so easily under L's skirt, freeing L's hard throbbing need from his lacy panties and stroking its length, oh just right... it would be so long and stiff, and then Light would drop to his knees and begin to suck on the tip while his other hand explored...
Light realized just then that L was gone. He'd left, just like that? Light kicked experimentally, but his feet were still cuffed and chained to the bed. He was naked, with cum splattered across his belly, and a brutally irritating chest rash he was just now starting to become aware of again. Plus, there was that too-overwhelming perfume smell still choking the air.
Maybe that was it. L couldn't get past the smell. Otherwise, he would have been seduced.
Light couldn't have offered himself more obviously, unless L was really more of a social retard than even Light thought. Yes, soon, L wouldn't have a chance. Light would keep working on him, and L could never escape from the supernatural love anyway. Once Light became innocent, L would have even less of a chance.
A moment later L entered the room, placed a set of clothing and a box of tissue paper on the floor, and then walked over to the bed, uncuffing Light. Light moved fast this time, leaning against L slightly and obtaining just the ghost of a hug before L slipped away. L said, "Come out when you're dressed."
With those words, L was gone again, and Light was cleaning the cum off and putting clothes on. He smirked to himself. Yes, L was some kind of naive, inexperienced idiot as far as romance and sex were concerned. It would be so easy to use this as a weak spot, to mold him into exactly what Light wanted, to nudge him this way and that on the Kira investigation. It was going to be so easy and... so much fun.
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