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Bride of the Monster	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Crossovers Views: 3539 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note or the Cthulhu Mythos, and I do not make any money from these writings.

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CHAPTER 2

The revelation of the tentacles was just another assault on Light, an assault on his sense of reality and his mental integrity.

Light felt numb, barely aware of L's hands fastening his underwear and trousers back into place and L climbing into the front once more to continue flying the helicopter. Light stared down at the sea. It looked peaceful down there, bright blue with its boats that were doubtless filled with carefree people, completely unaware of the horrible thing that had happened above their heads.

After a time, Light ran out of thoughts about what was below and his gaze fixed on the white crumpled shirt that L had not bothered to put back on. It was part of L's uniform, something that the old L had only been without for very brief time periods. It seemed wrong that L should discard it for a reason other than showering and then go shirtless. Light wanted him to go back to being that other L, the one who would go only so far in his schemes and no further, the one who was a mild sort of evil, his sins consisting of opposing Kira and breaking a few laws.

That former L was a respectable sort of guy, a worthy opponent, not this vile freak of nature with no regard for the rules of how L should fight Kira, with no sort of morals at all.

With a start, Light noticed that they were descending, and that they had already descended quite some distance, as the boats were looming large.

Please, let some of these people remember the helicopter and lead my father to me.

There was no island nearby, and Light quickly picked out the large boat that they were going to land on the deck of. He tried to pull his mind together, tried to make plans of some sort as the helicopter settled down on a landing pad.

I shouldn't just wait for my father. As long as the helicopter is here, I might escape with it. As L said, I could probably learn to fly it intuitively. I just need to get a chance. Perhaps when he lets me out of these cuffs.

Light attempted to keep his face expressionless and breathe normally as L stopped the helicopter, plans running through his mind but hopefully not showing on his face.

But instead of doing anything Light anticipated, L wandered out of the helicopter by himself and walked to meet a figure that emerged from the cabin, a figure that looked suspiciously like Watari.

They had a short, unheard conversation and then both proceeded towards the helicopter, the Watari-figure clarifying as it neared into something that was certainly visually identical to Watari.

Both of them came in to the helicopter and worked together to shackle the cuffs on Light's legs to each other before they unfastened them from the seat itself. Light kicked and squirmed to no avail.

L said, "If you're not good for Watari, I'm willing to have you fully sedated."

"That can't be Watari," Light said, as he held back a planned kick and tried to judge the proper moment to start a tremendous struggle again.

L said, "I have many clones that I call 'Watari' and you have unknowingly met three of them already, including this very one."

Watari held those shackled legs while L took the cuffs that that held Light's wrists to the armrests and got them fastened behind his back.

Then the two of them carried Light slung between them. Light let himself go completely limp until they were about to carry him down a hatch that led below, and then he took advantage of the awkward position by twisting out of their grasp and trying desperately to crawl on his side.

In moments, L was on top of him, pinning him down, L's shirtless torso and scrawny limbs moving over him grotesquely. Somewhere unseen, Watari's voice said, "Shall I get the tranquilizer?"

"No," L replied, his bulging eyes just inches from Light's own as L used his forearm to choke Light's neck. Light couldn't breathe. He tried and tried to take in air until he began feeling dizzy, and then suddenly the pressure was gone and Watari's hands were holding his shoulders down.

L said, "Keep holding him. I'm excited and I can't wait to drink his fluids again."

"I would like to disagree," said Watari, "as I'm afraid that an overdose will throw you into rut too soon."

"You are supposed to help me and obey me, Watari. I have obtained a very fine specimen. Taste him yourself and you'll understand why it is difficult to wait."

As L moved down Light's body, sitting on his knees and working to unfasten Light's trousers once more, Watari's face loomed close.

Light screamed, "Don't! Don't do it! If you turn L in, my father will reward-"

And then Watari's rubbery, clammy lips had connected with Light's own, and Watari's hand was holding Light's jaw open against Light's attempts to bite, and a horrible long tongue was slipping inside from Watari's mouth to Light's, a tongue that surged wetly, striking back towards Light's throat and rasping with little scratchy burrs until Light tasted the blood, and then it was gone.

Watari smacked his lips, grinning, and said, "I see. I have never tasted such a strong evil in the blood. It is clear that he has indeed killed thousands. You have made a very intelligent selection."

Already, L's mouth was going to work again, and to Light's disgust his penis responded to the slick movements and the hard sucking, becoming swollen and ready to burst. Light stared at the clouds, trying to think of anything else, but every skilled movement brought him closer to climax until he at last groaned and deposited his seed in L's greedy, greedy mouth.

Light didn't have much fight in him after that, except for a few ineffective elbows to the ribs and endless escape fantasies. They managed to get him strapped into something that looked exactly like a hospital bed, hooked up to all sorts of monitors of his vital signs, Light supposed so that it would be particularly easy for them to notice if he managed to escape from his room despite the locks.

In any case, they weren't taking chances. Most of the time, at least one of them was there watching him, Watari more than L. They wouldn't answer any more of Light's questions, but the boat was obviously moving somewhere. L kept giving Light a particularly hungry, frightening look and then leaving the room right after. At one of those times, instead of leaving, L moved forward as if in a trance, his tentacles arising from his back and rearing up like long snakes, each now tipped with a black swelling that sported a long spike, like some sort of sting.

Light instinctively struggled in bed, but before L could reach him, Watari stepped in front of L and said, "Your rut is coming on too soon. If you take him now, he won't have the maximum reproductive potential."

Reproductive potential?

L trembled and said, "I can't stop. I need him this moment."

The spikes at the tips of each tentacle began dripping a clear, shiny fluid. Light wanted to scream but his voice wouldn't obey.

Watari bent over in front of L and began disrobing, saying, "Take me instead."

"I'm not attracted to you."

"You don't need to be. Keep your eyes on Light and think only of him."

Panting, with his eyes more dilated than Light had ever seen, L pulled down his own jeans, revealing a long, thick erection that was covered with a series of knob-like bumps on top, its entire length dripping with a thick mucus, as if someone had drizzled it with egg whites.

Watari grabbed the railing of Light's bed hard, and his hands fisted and his teeth gritted as L eased the length into him and then began to fuck him in vigorous thrusts, grunting and moaning while his bulging eyes stared at Light with such an inhuman expression of ownership that it made Light shudder deep inside.

Light didn't want to watch, but he couldn't stop looking. The mating tentacles were raised high, spread out above and around L like some kind of demonic halo. The stings at the ends twitched and dripped fluid constantly, all the tips pointed in Light's direction but unable to reach. Each tentacle was now about as long as an arm.

When L finished, he slumped over Watari's back, his gaze still fixed fiercely on Light, and said, "It's no good. I'll need to be away from him for a time."

A long, wet slurping noise marked L's withdrawal, his penis still seemingly as large as it had been before, now with bright streaks of blood embedded in the mucus. Light tried to retreat under the blankets as best he could, shivering, and then turning to stare at the blank wall. Only a part of his mind was listening to the constant soft beeps and twitters of the monitors and the distant grumble of the boat's engine, while the rest was once again occupied with an exceptionally vivid rescue fantasy. In it, his father used a machine gun to mow down both L and Watari, and they lay bloody and limp on the ship's deck.

Holding that delicious fantasy foremost in his mind, Light eventually drifted off to sleep.

During the night Light woke up to almost nothing in particular, blinking into the darkness illuminated only by the displays of the medical equipment. It took him a few moments until he realized that it was not something that had woke him, but rather the absence of something. The boat's motor was off. Whatever would happen now, they were at a destination. Light's mind immediately began spinning fantasies of being able to sneak onto some port and then running straight to the authorities. Even if they had landed in Russia, China or Korea, he knew a few words in each language, enough to get him the help he needed quickly.

Light turned over and then realized the blanket had become tangled again. Cuffed as he was, he had limited movement and couldn't quite get it back in place. It was riding up, displaying his bare ass. He hadn't been allowed clothing for some time.

When he had finally accepted defeat in the matter he said, into the darkness, "Watari, are you there? I'm having blanket issues again."

Watari emerged, looking exactly the same and yet also looking more like a demonic butler than ever, the illuminated screens casting a greenish tone across his skin. Light shivered, reminded that Watari wasn't entirely human either, or at least, that this Watari wasn't. He was obviously something different than L. Had he been modified in some way?

Instead of tugging the blanket back into place, Watari's hand trailed across Light's bare back and then drifted from one ass cheek to another.

Watari said, "Such a perfect specimen" in a voice that made the hairs on the back of Light's neck stand on end.

If I scream, it will bring L, and he's clearly going to do worse with those nasty tentacles.

Light said, "Watari, you know L will disapprove. I'm his," Light choked to get the word out, "...property and he would not want you to touch me this way. Put the blanket back in place."

Watari came forward more into the glow and said, "L is in rut. He cares little about anything at this time."

A calloused finger slipped into Light's ass and he panicked, flinching, his heart beating fast as the finger roughly moved in and out and the circular ring of muscles clamped down on it.

Watari mused, "L did give me a taste before. I cannot stop thinking about how it would feel to bend you back against this bed with your legs forced to either side, and split you open with my thrusts, to make the blood run down your thighs."

Light twisted hard to one side, but Watari followed the movement effortlessly, forcing Light to continue to ride his finger.

Through gritted teeth, Light said, "I'll tell. You're mistaken about how L would feel about this. You are afraid, or you'd ask permission first. To do it this way, it proves-"

Suddenly a long knife appeared at Watari's throat, and before Light could quite see who was carrying it, blood rushed out in a torrent and Watari's head tumbled away, the headless body crumpling a split-second later to reveal L stepping forward.

"You are correct," L said, "and Watari has been suitably punished."

L flipped on the light switch, revealing himself fully. He had a wide swath of blood dripping down one side where Watari's gore had smeared him, and he was standing triumphantly over the body, a huge knife in his hands, his torso bare as it always was lately, nothing except jeans on him.

The knife clattered from his hands and he stepped forward, nostrils flaring, breathing more heavily. With wet sounds, tentacles emerged from his back, flared and waving all around, larger than Light had ever seen them before, each rubbery gray length tipped with a larger black bulge and a more developed-looking stinger, longer and sliding out smoothly, dripping abundantly.

Light fell into a state of constant screaming as the creature that had once been an oddball, harmless detective advanced on him, crawling into bed, ignoring his screams to cast the blanket away and to rip off all the little wires and tubes connected to the machines.

A/N (Author's Note):

I believe this will probably be 3 or 4 chapters when finished. The more extreme material, as far as violence, gross stuff, and disturbing material, is all yet to come, so if you've read this far and thought to yourself, This isn't too bad, that doesn't necessarily mean that you'll be fine with the rest of it.

I normally wouldn't write something where a character is tortured this badly and for this long without a hope of escape, but something about the prompt really appealed to me and before I knew it, I had the outline of this story in my mind and it kept picking at my brain. I blame it on being very into reading Cthulhu stories a few years back. There were two friends who read a lot of it, and so I did too.

What is Watari? I'm not quite sure, so I'm trying to make it as vague as possible, but the Cthulhu Mythos is full of lots of vaguely-defined creatures and grotesquely modified or corrupted humans, so I supposed Watari fits in somewhere. It's entirely possible that the various Watari clones might even have different modifications from each other.

Whatever Watari is, he was obviously pleased that his master at last gave in to the call of his blood.
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