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Soul Eater Demon	By : Static-Rapture Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 3390 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. It belongs to Ohba and Obata. I'm certainly not making any money from writing this. It's just for fun and not affiliated with Death Note.

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Title: Soul Eater Demon

Author: Static-Rapture

Fandom: Death Note, L/Light

Summary: Kira is a demon that possesses Light and L must save him before its too late and he loses Light forever.

Warnings: Graphic M/M sex, accidental exhibitionism... With warnings like that, why would you not want to read?! ^_^

Disclaimer: There's no chance that I own Death Note or these characters. They belong to Ohba and Obata. I'm just writing this fic for personal enjoyment. I'm not making any money from it, either.

Soul Eater Demon, part two

Light awoke suddenly and looked at his alarm clock. He sighed deeply.

“It’s 4:00 am? Ughhh. . .”

He wondered what woke him when he felt it – a sudden weight dipping his bed down slightly, followed by a warm body pressing against his.

“Look, Misa, you can’t be here overnight. I don’t even want you to be!” Light all but shouted, keeping his eyes closed.

“Light-kun is very honest with Misa,” L remarked dryly. “Why does Light-kun not want Misa to be here?”

So the body was L, not Misa. Light rubbed his eyes, maybe a little too roughly, and then tried to focus on the face next to him. It was certainly L. Not that the voice had him thinking otherwise, it was just. . .

“What are you doing here, L?” he asked in a sleepy voice.

“You were very helpful with the investigation today,” L said. He was slowly inching toward Light’s warmth, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Yes, so?” Light said, finally lying back down and getting comfortable in his bed once more. “Do you have something to ask me about it?”

“Yes and no, Light-kun,” L said. He bit his thumb briefly. “What is Kira to Light?”

“He. . .” Light started before yawning widely. “He’s like a monster inside me. He uses logic and power to force his way out, even though there’s another part of me that is telling him to go to hell. Another part of me that agrees with your justice. But it’s like I cannot control Kira. Like he’ll kill me from the inside if I don’t obey him. . .”

Light’s words got softer and softer until he was asleep again, breathing quietly with his mouth open.

L lay next to Light the rest of the night, staring at the young brunet that he had so suddenly won as his own. His thoughts raced as he watched Light’s chest rise and fall for hours.

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“L.”

“Yes, Light-kun?”

“Please accompany me to the kitchen.”

“As you wish, Light-kun.”

The two young investigators had been sitting among the other investigators as everyone drank their morning tea, but L followed Light down the hall to the kitchen without even looking at the others.

“Yes, Light-kun?” he asked when they arrived. He noted dimly that Light had locked the doors behind them and panicked. ‘Is this to be my moment of death?’ he wondered to himself, his palms beginning to sweat.

L was not kept wondering, as Light yanked the insomniac detective into his arms and began kissing him deeply. His mouth opened on its own and he felt Light plunge his tongue inside, undoubtedly tasting the sugar he had poured liberally into his tea. Before his mind could catch up with events, L felt his body reacting, his hips pressing firmly against his lover’s, and his breath quickening as he was taken.

It had only been two days since they had been together intimately the first time but L had not stopped thinking about it for a moment. In the back of his mind, he shamefully admitted that he didn’t have the courage to seek out Light and initiate anything physical.

After several long, breathless minutes, Light pulled away from his mouth, only to kiss along L’s neck and shoulders. He felt Light’s cock throb against his own and L was surprised to hear himself let out the most wanton moan he’d ever heard, even more so than the ones in the adult videos he had been studying recently.

“L, I remember you coming in last night,” Light whispered against his skin. “I remember you getting me to talk through my sleep. I remember you staring at me.”

L’s eyes widened and he gasped, though whether it was from Light’s words or the sudden bite on his neck, he couldn’t tell.

“It wasn’t very kind of you, tricking me into that halfway confession when I was practically asleep,” Light whispered into L’s neck.

“Y-You need. . .” L struggled to say as all his blood rushed south into his throbbing erection. “I mean, we need to help. . . get you help, Light-kun.”

“Yes, well,” Light breathed, before biting into L’s neck again and sucking, intending to leave a dark hickey on the detective’s collarbone. “Perhaps you can help me then.”

L’s head fell back and he felt hands, searing, hot hands, sliding beneath his loose shirt. It felt like his skin was being stroked with the kindest, most gentle fire that Light could find.

“L-Light-kun, I. . .” L started, before biting his lower lip to stop himself from saying anything more, though he couldn’t stop himself from thinking it. . .

‘I really care for you. You’re the first friend I’ve ever had. You’re the only challenge I’ve ever faced. You make me grow. You give me a reason to keep going, even when it doesn’t seem like I’m good for anything other than solving mysteries. You make me want to. . . want to eat rice balls and potato chips! You make me crazy. I don’t know what I would do without you. I think I love y-’

“Fuck!” L shouted as Light’s hand suddenly slipped into the detective’s baggy jeans and grabbed his erection. “L-Light-kun. . .”

“Yes, L?” Light asked while he was sliding to his knees in front of the other man. He swept his fringe out of his eyes, vaguely noting he needed to get his fringe trimmed again, and shimmied the loose jeans down L’s narrow hips.

“L-Light-kun, what are you. . .” L asked. His voice was small and breathless, the exact opposite of his eyes, wide and focused.

“Shh,” Light reprimanded softly before sucking L’s erect length deep into his mouth. The detective tasted like Light’s grapefruit soap, sweat, musk, and sugar. Light loved every second of it.

He swirled his tongue over the tip of L’s cock, digging his tongue into the slit gently, and sucked the entire length into his mouth and swallowed. He dusted his fingers along L’s heavy balls. He gripped the base of L’s cock and squeezed in time with his mouth bobbing tightly along his length.

L could not believe what was happening. He was sure Kira was just planning on using him for sex and that was it, but here was Light, this genius brunet, sucking and teasing and mouthing L’s cock like he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“F-Fuck, Light-kun,” he panted. He watched as Light reached into his pocket and pulled out a small bottle of lubricant and oiled his fingers with it. “O-Ohh, fuck, Light-kun,” he whispered as he spread his legs farther, knowing what to expect.

Light slid one of his oiled digits into L’s crack and rubbed the outside of his entrance. It was sweet, as if he was asking permission to enter the detective once again.

“Do it,” L whispered, gripping the edge of the table Light had pushed him towards earlier. He inhaled sharply as he felt the slick finger push in. It seemed like he was tighter than yesterday, or perhaps Light’s fingers had gotten larger.

“It hurts, Light-kun,” he whispered as he exhaled. He had his head back, his eyes closed, and his knuckles were white with strain from his tight grip on the table.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” Light said. “I. . . Well, I put two in. I’m impatient. I can’t wait to be inside you again.”

“Oh.” L kept his eyes closed as he felt a blush creep up his neck. The fingers thrust in and out of him slowly and he felt his muscles relaxing, the friction getting less painful and much more interesting to his cock.

Then, Light’s fingers slid out and he closed his eyes, waiting. L felt them pushing back in, noticeably wider than before. “Three?”

“Four.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t be so silent, L,” Light commanded softly.

L shook his head. “I don’t want Watari or the others to see us like this,” he explained. “It would make them distrust us, especially me.”

“Turn around, L, and bend over.”

L’s breath quickened again, not knowing what to expect. In the adult videos he had been studying, when the submissive male turned around, the dominant one always inserted himself, but he wasn’t sure what to expect from Light anymore.

He did as commanded, though, bending over the oak table that was used more frequently for dinner preparations than naughty private things.

“Light-kun, I’m not sure if I’m ready-” L started before he was interrupted.

“I know, L. I won’t hurt you.”

L submitted, relaxing against the table and staring into the hallway through the small windows in the top of the door Light had locked.

Light grinned, a feral look coming into his eyes. “Don’t silence yourself, L,” he said as a final warning before kneeling behind L’s spread cheeks and slipping four fingers inside again. He could not get over how tightly L’s channel squeezed his fingers. Without waiting any longer for L to get used to the size, Light began thrusting his fingers in and out of L’s hole.

He leaned forward, licking along the rim of the tight pucker that was slowly relaxing.

“Oh f-f-fuck, Light-kun,” L whimpered, pressing his face against his hands as he suffered under intense waves of pleasure rocking through his body. He was blushing bright red again, and could not believe how swollen his balls felt. Certainly, before Light had come along, they had always appeared normal in size to him. Perhaps Light was doing something to make them grow. . .

No, that was ridiculous. Since their first encounter, he had read about the effects of sexual contact on the male body. He knew what to expect when approaching an orgasm. When approaching it, his balls would swell. His asshole would tighten. His nipples would become erect. His breathing and heart rate would become erratic.

He looked up, feeling like his eyes were going to roll back in his head if he didn’t tilt his head back immediately.

“Oh, god, Light, Watari is looking right at me!” he almost shouted. Light either didn’t hear him or ignored him and pushed his fingers deeper, pressing against L’s sensitive prostate, and pushing his tongue in and out, gripping onto his cock, just beneath the head, and L’s eyes struggled to roll back even farther.

L’s face turned bright red as he realized he was about to have his orgasm with Watari’s worried eyes on him.

‘The poor man probably isn’t sure what exactly is going on with me right now,’ L thought, only a second before the ability to think escape him completely.

He knew thinking would get difficult; his books had mentioned focus would become difficult. He had also read that his cock head would swell and get very firm, shortly before. . .

“God! Fuck! Light!”

. . .spurting thick ribbons of semen all over the kitchen floor and. . . ugh, even a little bit on one’s own pants and knees. Tears gathered in the corners of his eyes and L was 44.8% certain he was going to lose consciousness.

He still hadn’t looked away from Watari who, by this point, had turned bright red.

“What did you say, L? A moment ago?” Light said, fishing for a tissue in his pocket to clean the floor while he was still on his knees behind the detective.

“Watari just watched you perform anilingus on me and I’m 61% positive he saw my semen land on the floor as I orgasmed.”

“Ah.”

Light looked up to the door, extremely grateful he had thought to lock it. “I don’t see him.”

“Ah, he, uh, he left and was very red in the face. I hope we haven’t caused him to have a heart attack.”

Light chuckled, regaining some of his composure.

“Well. . .”

Light shrugged behind L’s legs and grabbed his lubricant again, smearing some on his cock.

“Fuck!” he gasped sharply as he struggled to lubricate himself. “I-I hadn’t realized quite how hard I was.”

“Such a thing would never escape the mind of Kira,” L said matter-of-factly, still leaning over the table, trying to catch his breath.

Light didn’t bother replying, instead choosing to place his purple cock head at L’s entrance. He thrust deeply in with no warning.

“Oh!” L cried out. Somehow, Light had managed to hit his prostate on the first thrust. It had to be pure chance.

“Oh!”

He had hit his prostate again.

“Light-kun, y-your aim has. . . is. . . Oh!”

“I wasn’t exactly washing my hands back there, L,” Light mumbled dryly. In fact, he had been trying to map and memorize every sensitive spot inside L’s channel and on his thighs and surrounding skin. He had learned exactly where L’s prostate was, as well as where to kiss, bite, and tickle on his cheeks and thighs.

“O-Oh yeah, Light-kun,” L moaned deeply. He could feel his erection struggling to return already. He could not recall reading about that in his books, but. . . well, who was he to complain?

“Fuck, L,” Light said, snapping his hips into L again and again. “Even after all this, you’re still so tight. I could fuck your hot, tight ass forever. Fuck! Fuck, L.”

“My, Light-kun, you have a dirty mouth.” L tried to sound sarcastic, but it was lost in the sudden whine that he had certainly not intended to let Light hear.

“Oh, yeah, fuck, L, you’re a dirty bitch,” Light said hoarsely. He was staring down at where his cock was thrusting in and out of L’s tight hole. “Fuck, your ass just eats me up, L. Did you know that? Are you already a whore for my fat fucking cock?”

L felt himself blushing at Light’s foul language, finding it curious that such coarse and vulgar speech was making his cock swell faster than ever. He was already almost completely hard, just hearing Light.

“Fuck, fuck, L-Light-kun!”

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. . .’

“Yeah, you dirty slut,” Light growled as he grabbed L’s shoulder with one hand, keeping the other on his hip. He braced the skinny detective and began ramming into him hard enough to scoot the table bit by bit. He could see L’s cheeks turning pink where his hips were slapping into them.

“I’m going to fucking fill you with my come, L,” Light said confidently, if a bit breathless. “Are you going to like it?”

L’s legs spread apart subconsciously and his balls. . .

“Y-Yes, Light-kun, fill my asshole with your come. I want you to,” he whispered, grabbing at the smooth table top, desperate for something to hold onto.

“A-Am I deep enough to fill you, L?” Light asked, gripping both of his hips. He was struggling to stave off his orgasm, but Light could feel it in his cock, in his balls. . . he could even feel it in the roots of his hair as he got gooseflesh up his legs and back. “Am I deep?”

“Oh fuck yes, Light,” L whispered hoarsely before feeling another orgasm rush through his body. It started in his hair and fled down his spine to his balls before suddenly exploding outward, all over the floor Light had just cleaned. His vision went completely white and he wasn’t aware that it was his voice screaming out Light’s name as his anal channel squeezed and milked Light’s cock.

“Fuck,” Light whispered, noticing the corners of his vision going a little bit dim. L’s channel was clenching down on him so hard, and his balls were already so swollen, and he could feel his cock head slip past another ring of muscle, and then. . .

“Fuck, fuck yes, L, milk my cock!” he vaguely heard himself shouting as he filled L with come.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Light was certain that his very essence was being sucked into L and he could do nothing to stop it. “Oh fuuuccckkk.”

After what seemed like an eternity, Light realized he had stopped ejaculating and that L was lying limply on the table, his eyes open but glazed, a slight smile on his lips.

“Christ, L,” Light whimpered, tenderly pulling his flagging cock out of L’s ass.

“I mean, Christ, those things. . . I never knew you would say those. . . I wasn’t expecting you to answer me so explicitly.”

L chuckled, determined to lie across the table for several minutes to calm his racing heart.

“Light-kun is also full of surprises,” L replied weakly.

For several long moments, L lay on the table, and Light rested over him, holding himself up with his shaking arms. But L noticed, after a suspiciously long blink, that L’s hands had disappeared from beside him and wondered where the mass murderer had gotten to. Then, he felt. . .

“O-Ohhh, Light,” he mumbled, his cheeks turning pink again. “N-No, not right now.”

“Shh,” Light whispered back. He was back on his knees, licking the semen away that was running down L’s legs and out of his abused hole. “I made this mess, I’ll clean it up.”

L laughed weakly, feeling his exhausted cock twitch again as Light rimmed him, digging his tongue inside him to clean out the come. Light’s come.

He was certainly surprised by how nice it felt to have Light tongue his hole. He had, of course, seen some men receive that treatment in the videos, but he wasn’t expecting it to be quite so. . .

“F-Fuck, Light-kun is a dirty man,” L mumbled. He felt Light rubbing his knees and the fronts of his thighs for a moment before Light grabbed the detective’s pants and began pulling them up for him.

“Don’t want anyone to get an eyeful when we go back out there,” Light chuckled. He had a smug smile on his face as he watched L, completely weakened by the sex, struggle to get his pants back on.

“L, your hands are shaking,” he said with a big grin. “And your legs are shaking How are you feeling?”

“I. . .” L started. He finally managed to get his pants back up and he swallowed. “I feel exhausted, Light-kun,” he answered honestly. “Perhaps you would agree to having a short nap with me.”

Light smiled and felt the monster inside him struggle against the happy feelings Light got around L. He wasn’t sure why, but Light really wanted to keep his L safe from Kira.

‘My L?’

L held Light’s hand tightly as he pulled him along to the elevator. Once they reached it, L glanced at Light through his fringe, blushing slightly, the sweetest, shyest smile on his face as he nibbled the corner of his thumb.

‘Yes. My L.’
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