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Disturbed	By : Chickzilla18 Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 1228 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Kira sighed with a satisfied grin as he leaned his head back against the chair, circling the ballpoint pen in his fingers, hidden from the cops view. He had stolen it from a nurse the last time they were in his room, the dense female beta hadn't even noticed. He knew he could have stolen it at any time in the last ten visits that L had paid him in the last couple of weeks, but he chose this last time for a specific reason.
His heat was due in the next couple of days, but the pen was a key component in his plan of escape.
He closed his eyes and smirked, vividly recalling the way L chewed his thumb between those pale lips. At first glance, the alpha had always been misunderstood and underestimated because of his appearance, but Light truly had never come across anyone so sexy.
The doctors usually handled his heat by dosing him with suppressants and putting him into a medically induced coma. It kept the scent of his heat from being overpowering and kept him from attempting to take advantage of the many alphas in the facility. However, if he could trigger it to come early before the doctors have a chance to put him to sleep...
The omega licked his lips as he remembered how good L smelled, the scent of the alpha still lingered in the room. Masturbating usually brought on his heat when he was close to it, this wouldn't be hard. The cop had fallen asleep after Kira exuded too many comfort pheromones, so he had the quiet and privacy that he needed.
The 16-year-old hummed as he pushed his elastic pants down, remembering when L would do this before he murdered him. L had always liked things to be rough, and the thrill of the fight for dominance had always turned him into a predatory beast that savagely took what he wanted. Unbeknownst to him though, L's behavior in bed had always appealed to the dark and admittedly sick kinks that Light had previously failed to entertain.
L had loved him so much, that he actually suggested that they mate with each other. Kira had internally snickered at the idea, proud of himself that he had succeeded so flawlessly in getting the greatest detective in the world to trust him so fully. He rejected L in the gentlest way possible to keep up the appearance that he loved him back, using the classic excuse that he wasn't ready for that at the time when really it was just because he was not willing to allow himself to mate and actually fall in love with L.
Mating marks were not just physical, they were mental and emotional. If he and L were to actually mate, then Kira's biology would have prevented him from ever fatally injuring him. It would have been second nature to protect L no matter what, effective immediately after marking, and Kira would never allow himself to be so attached someone. To kill a mate, for anyone, was to kill themselves.
Kira wanted to be able to kill L. Kill him good.
The teen whimpered quietly when he gripped his cock in his hand, remembering how L used to fuck him.
The room was hot and humid, but the sound of rain coming in from the open window did not overpower the heavy pants and moans that the two alphas were making.
Light's eyes clenched from the slight pain as L continuously pounded him hard, the friction driving them both crazy. The brunette huffed, his mouth dropping open and his free hand gripping the bed sheets below him.
L had Light's other hand in an uncomfortable position behind his back, keeping him from being able to fight or move as the raven roughly shoved his cock inside the boy over and over.
Light licked his lip and pushed back against L's hips, making the older alpha go deeper. A choked moan escaped his throat when L started attacking his prostate with purposeful, accurate, hard thrusts. A familiar fire burned and consumed Light as he clenched hard around L, eliciting a deep growl from the older man who grabbed his russet hair and pulled.
Kira's breathing became hard as he rubbed himself a little faster, the room becoming increasingly hot with pheromones and his rapidly approaching cycle.
"Hold still, you little fuck," L growled out as he wrestled Light's hands above his head. He leaned down and started licking a wet trail along the side of the younger alphas neck.
"Screw you!" Light hissed as his neck was pleasantly assaulted and L started rutting their hard erections together through their jeans, their legs a tangled mess. He briefly regretted focusing on his book smarts so much growing up. Apparently just playing tennis made him pretty fit, but not fit enough to overpower the raven.
To make up for the fact that his instinctual need to dominate was not being satisfied, Light dug his nails into L's hands and pushed his hips up to shock the raven with extra pressure and friction.
L bit down in surprise, not hard enough to mate, but hard enough to force an appreciative moan from the killer's lips. The raven didn't let up either, instead, he sucked a deep purple bruise in the spot, as if to punish Light. Not that Light felt particularly punished, punishment was not supposed to make him so pleased.
Light was able to wiggle one of his hands out of L's strong grip, and he took the split second of freedom to grab the collar of the raven's shirt. The sound of ripping clothing did not shock L, but the sudden overstimulated desire to have Light at his mercy did.
L sat up and ripped away the rest of his torn shirt, and in the blink of an eye Light's shirt was gone too and L was unbuckling his belt. L didn't take off his pants immediately like Light thought he would. Instead, he crawled up Light's body and after a stubborn fight of resistance, L used the belt to tie Light's hands to the headboard.
"Ugh, you son of a bitch," Light growled as he tugged at the restraints and L slowly dragged his hands down the exposed skin of his torso, kissing and licking the sensitive area's as he went lower and lower. The body worship made the younger's eyes roll back as he tugged harder at the belt.
When L got to the waistband of his jeans and undid the button and zipper with his teeth, Light couldn't help but stare at the deep black eyes that held his gaze.
Sweat dripped from the side of Light's forehead as he watched L release his cock from the confines of his jeans, his face suspiciously close to it.
When he watched L take him entirely in his mouth for the first time, a shaky moan left his parted lips and he threw his head back.
Kira exhaled out slowly, tendrils of pleasure running up and down his thighs as he continuously rubbed himself. He could already feel himself getting close. Being so near his heat made him oversensitive and easily stimulative. He didn't know what would come first, him, or his heat. The outcome was different for everyone, so in his case, there was only one way to find out.
The policeman that was supposed to be watching him was starting to twitch in his sleep, and Kira knew that the boner in his pants was not only an effect that he caused, but it would also wake the man up too early if he didn't hurry up and trigger his heat. Kira closed his eyes and focused, he would not fail himself.
It was dark. And it was cold enough that they could see each other's breath as L pressed the russet boy to the brick wall of the ally. The raven's hands roamed everywhere as his lips ravaged the sensitive expanse of Light's neck, leaving dark hickeys that he knew would be hard to hide. Not that everyone wasn't aware of their relationship by then.
Light kept one hand behind his back as he used the other hand to grip the raven locks on L's head, knowing the feeling often distracted the man from being level headed.
L's lips were very soft and sweet from all the cakes that he ate. The man's natural smell of strawberries and the taste of sugar on his tongue was hypnotic and admittedly something that Light would miss.
But not as much as he would miss the sight of L's shocked face when he shoved his knife deep into his porcelain side. He watched as a mix of shock, confusion and betrayal swirled in those dark eyes. The denial came next, and the sight of it as he twisted the knife deeper into the elder's body made him smirk viciously.
Light moaned in delight as he yanked the knife out and blood spurted out, further staining the man's white skin and clothes red with his blood. Damn, L looked so good like that. Dizzy. Confused. DIsoriented and suffering complete shock as he fell to his knees. The sounds he was making were music to his ears. The pained whimpers reminded him of a small dog crying in pain, submissive to its environment and knowing it was not out of danger.
Kira moaned unexpectedly as he moved his hand against his shaft particularly good, and he knew he would come undone at any moment.
L looked so pretty as Light got down on his knees and shushed him softly, putting a hand over his mouth to muffle the noises, positive that he would scream with this next cut. The brunette slashed the knife down the expanse of the raven's chest and stared gleefully as the blood dripped down the fallen detective's body.
Fuck, it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. L was already attractive in appearance, and the smell of strawberries and blood that hit his nose was crippling, but to see the blood as it covered that perfect white flesh was damn near orgasmic.
Light couldn't stop himself from kissing L on the lips right at that moment, and he internally smirked when L fell back from the force, unable to fight him and completely at his mercy. The killer reached a hand down and palmed his painful erection straining in his pants. The fact that L was actively realizing the consequence of losing the game that Light had set up, yet he still kissed back was amusing to the murderer.
Light released himself from the confines of his pants and started rubbing himself vigorously as he made out with L over his shuddering body. Knowing that it was slowly shutting down as he touched himself drove Light to madness as he sucked and bit at L's lips.
It wasn't until the man under him stopped breathing and shut his eyes, did Light cum harder than he ever remembered.
Suddenly, Kira felt strange, a familiar feeling of desire spread across his chest and he smiled in victory when he realized he was now in heat. As he looked up at the cop who was now awake and staring at him as he masturbated, he realized with an unsatisfied disappointment that he didn't have time to complete himself. He had a job to do.
He smirked at the cop and licked his lips suggestively as he spread his legs, creating the irresistible lewd sight that he knew would get the cop crawling to him. He purposefully released his heat pheromones, creating a cloud of intoxicating lust that filled the air and made the alpha cop's eyes dilate as he went into a rut at the teen's scent. It was a talent that he has known that he had for a while now; sending unsuspecting alphas into a rut. It came in handy in times like this.
The cop got up, an obvious boner straining under his beer belly, and pulled out his keys. He appeared to be completely unable to look away from Light as the boy teased his cock with his thumb. He further baited the man by lifting the thumb up and licking the precum off, never taking his eyes off the approaching alpha. Kira had always been confident in his appearance, and he knew he was sexy.
Officer Doore probably thought he was a real stud as he grabbed Light's hips and lifted him up off the chair onto the desk with nothing but arm strength, but the spicy and vial scent of out-dated red wine that he emitted threatened to kill the omega's boner any minute.
Lucky for Kira, he didn't need a minute.
As the cop leaned in to plant what was probably going to be a wet and disgusting kiss on him, Kira swung his fist from behind his back and shoved the pen deep into the man's neck. He stabbed in just the right spot to keep him from being able to scream as he choked on his own blood.
Kira smirked evilly at the alpha as he yanked the knife out of the man's neck, the cop coughing blood that splattered on his face. The murderer didn't even flinch as he shoved the man backward and he got up from the desk, tucking his softening penis back in his pants. He would take care of the dissatisfaction later.
The cop fell to the floor, pathetically reaching out to grab at the omega, but the teen was too far and he was quickly losing consciousness as the blood spilled out of his neck and mouth. He went still a moment later and Kira got down to grab the mans keys, ID card, and weapon belt before quickly making his way to the door. It was currently night time and the asylum was mostly filled with sleeping patients, but as he strapped the weapon belt around his waist and swiped the key card to exit out of the cell, head up the stairs, and make his way down the series of hallways, he came to no trouble.
This place was entrusted by the American government to keep the great Kira murderer locked up where he couldn't ever hurt anyone. Boy, were they in for a very nasty letter from the house of legislation.
As soon as he made it to the staff closet, he swiped his card, shot the two shocked staff in the middle of fixing coffee or eating donuts, and took the smaller alpha's clothes. When he was dressed in the shrubs and he had cleaned his face from the cop's blood, he made his way out the door to the exit. He grabbed a black trench coat off the coat rack on the way out, aware that it was 50 degrees outside.
It wasn't until he was at the gate did the alarm go off, but by then all he had to do was shoot the three cops that came out to look for him, and run to make it out of the closing fence before it shut and the electricity came on.
He was now outside of the gate, and nobody knew where he was. They were probably finding the bodies that he left behind and were on their way to find him, but they wouldn't. Especially not after his scent caught the attention of a passing alpha driver down the road, who stopped to pick him up, probably thinking he would be an easy lay.
Kira shot him in the head and yanked him out of the driver's seat before taking off with his car, the sound of screeching tires leaving marks on the road the last imprint he would leave with the infernal asylum.
...
Landon changed the movie, Vudu was really letting him down. He tried to spend his free time appreciating the art of television, but anything he put on was bland, predictable, or has been done before.
He heaved a heavy sigh, turned off the tv, and wondered when life was going to get exciting.
The doctor decided that reading a book was his only chance of not dying of boredom. He had already solved all the puzzles that he owned, and he could only play chess with himself so much before he started to feel concerned for his sanity.
He walked up to his expansive bookshelf full of books that he had already read or hadn't even looked at. He had hired a private librarian to search and buy books that they thought he would be interested in, looking for thrillers or suspense novels that were ranging anywhere from historical nonfiction to ridiculous examples of romance fiction. So far the private librarian had done remarkably well with the nonfiction suspense thrillers they had picked out for him, and he had to wonder if his past life as L had any influence in why he loved everything to do with crime solving.
He pulled out a romance thriller, figuring he would attempt to try something a little different and made his way over to his bedroom to read.
His bedroom was vast, and though nobody but him and the people who built the place had ever seen the inside, he knew that if anyone ever did they would describe it as bland and emptier than it should be. He never cared much though, he was perfectly fine with a closet full of clothes and a couple of pairs of shoes with his computer set up on the floor in the corner and his twin sized bed sitting comfortably in the corner. The room didn't have a window and he liked the lights to be off, so all he had was a flashlight that he hooked onto the cover of his book to see what he was reading.
It was night time, at 3 o'clock in the morning in fact, and he was wearing a long-sleeved white T-shirt with loose blue PJ pants that covered his bare feet as he climbed up onto his small bed. It wasn't unusual for him to stay up all night, in fact, 2 out of 7 days of the week he didn't get even a wink of sleep. The most he had slept in months was perhaps an hour or two a night, and he spent the rest of the time either brainstorming his approach for his patients or reading the books that were replaced monthly.
Tonight was no different as he opened Wuthering Heights, a novel that he read when he was 6 but was excited to reread tonight. He gently nibbled on his thumb as he started reading.
...
It was dark. And it was cold enough that they could see each other's breath as L pressed the russet boy to the brick wall of the ally. The raven's hands roamed everywhere as his lips ravaged the sensitive expanse of Light's neck, leaving dark hickeys that he knew would be hard to hide. Not that everyone wasn't aware of their relationship by then.
Light kept one hand behind his back as he used the other hand to grip the raven locks on L's head, knowing the feeling often distracted the man from being level headed.
L's lips were very soft and sweet from all the cakes that he ate. The man's natural smell of strawberries and the taste of sugar on his tongue was hypnotic and admittedly something that Light would miss.
The crisp cold air did not bother the two men as L slid his hands under Light's shirt, still kissing him passionately and adoring the feel of familiar soft skin that he had come to love. Light smelled and tasted like all the Christmas's that he never got to celebrate. Happy shivers ran down his spine as Light gently dragged his nails against his scalp, and he prayed to whatever higher power was out there that Light would mate with him one day.
A sudden, sharp pain in the side had L's eyes shooting open wide as a silent scream tried to make it out of his throat. The raven took a step back away from Light and looked down to watch as the younger boy dug the knife deeper. L winced painfully, and though he could feel every inch of that knife, part of him was positive he was imagining it.
Even when he watched Light's hand twist it.
Blood covered the boy's hand and the hilt of the knife as it stained L's white shirt and dripped down his body. When Light yanked the knife out, a pained whimper did leave his lips and both of his hands shot up to clutch at the wound as if putting pressure would somehow make it disappear or stop the blood from leaving him.
He looked up at Light with blurry eyes. Whether his vision was distorted because of the pain and blood loss, or the start of tears, he wasn't sure. It was proven to be the former when he reached a bloody hand up and felt no moisture in his eyes.
Light was staring at L with a satisfied and evil smirk, and it was at that moment that L knew it was all a lie. It was the horrifying reality that Light was Kira, and he was going to kill him right now, that had L falling to his knees as he became unable to hold himself up anymore. He didn't know what hurt more, the pain in his side and how his whole body paid for the loss of blood or the betrayal, the heartache. He couldn't tell anymore which one was making him so dizzy, which one was making him sink to the ground.
The murderer followed him, kneeling on his knees and pressing a hand to his lips, "Shhhh." He hadn't realized that he was making pained noises resembling a dog with a broken leg until then.
L looked up at Light's eyes, appearing more red than usual as the boy stared down at his bloody body as if it was the prettiest thing he had ever seen. The knife appeared again, and L couldn't believe that he forgot it was there in the first place. It slashed down his chest, leaving a long bloody gash that dripped down his exposed torso, and Light could resist the temptation to kiss L hard.
The raven fell back from the force of the kiss, not that he had the energy or inspiration to put up a fight. A single tear left his eye as he realized that he would die any second now, and he could no longer find it in himself to even try to get out of this situation. He knew that Light was masturbating on top of him if the sloppy kisses and jerky movements of his body were anything to go by, but L stopped caring as the world became fuzzy and he started to lose his sense of reality. The lips over his were sweet and familiar, and somewhere underneath the damage that Light inflicted on his betrayed heart, L melted in a distorted form of happiness.
Everything slipped away. The physical pain from being stabbed and cut seemed to go numb in his brain, and the darkness seemed to swirl in his vision until all he could see was black. Then all he could understand, register, or concentrate on was Light's kiss. Eventually, though, even that slipped away.
Along with his life.
...
Landon woke up with a start with a heavy pressure sitting over his body, it was dark, and it took him a moment to remember where he was, who he was. That dream was so frightening and real, for a moment he forgot that he was no longer L. He was Landon, and he had no idea when he fell asleep.
As he breathed heavily to regain his composure, he realized within the 3 seconds of consciousness that the pressure on top of him hadn't released. He shuffled around to figure out what the problem was before two hands wrapped around his neck and clarified the situation.
Shit.
He tried to move his hands, but he realized the horrifying reality that not only had someone broken in and was now on top of him, but his hands were also tied up.
That's when the smell registered. That delicious, unstimulated moan inducing and completely mind-numbing scent of vanilla and apple, only heightened by increased and concentrated pheromones.
The person on top of him was not only an omega in heat, but also his worst nightmare come true.
Kira.
His heart ached for reasons unknown to him for the millionth time since he first met the boy. The sight of the boy had been increasingly hard to manage since the dreams started occurring. It felt painful, and every time he laid eyes on Kira, his heart clenched with a mix of joy and pure melancholy.
"Hey, handsome. Miss me?" The omega said it low and sultry as he leaned over and licked the shell of the alpha's red ear. The hands around his neck tightened but didn't choke him as the omega grated his ass against the growing erection in Landon's pants.
Landon's eyes widened as the sleep cleared from his mind, and his panic was so acute that he felt he could scream as his body crashed straight into a forced rut. "How did you escape?" He had an idea.
Kira smirked, and the tiny bit of light offered to them by the little light clip still attached to the forgotten book by his head allowed the doctor to adjust and see the omega's eyes dilate. Kira's intentions became clear as he released his hold on Landon's neck and started untying the knot to the alpha's pants.
"Someone became careless and left a pen in my room. I knew I was close to my heat so I triggered it early on purpose and killed the guards. It was really easy to escape after that." It was then that Kira started circling his bare hips over the alpha's exposed cock that Landon realized that the omega was naked, his slick making the slow friction easy.
Landon hissed as the omega cut through his shirt with a knife that he had, opening the white cloth up to expose his bare torso with no regard or care the long gash he left. It wasn't deep, but they both knew it was bleeding, and flashbacks from the dream made Landon suffer the worst case of deja vu.
When the smell of copper mixed with the raven's naturally sweet scent of strawberries, Kira leaned his head back and breathed deeply with his eyes closed. Before the alpha could even attempt to come to his senses and find a way to stop the omega from hypnotizing him completely, Kira grabbed him by the dick and lowered himself down onto Landon.
The raven let out a loud broken moan at his sudden loss of virginity, taken in the most scandalous and dangerous way possible. Landon was socially inept and never had any friends in his lifetime, let alone someone to have sex with at any point. The only sexual relationship he had ever had before, was either with his right hand during his rut or when a strawberry was extra delicious.
Landon yanked at the rope that tied his hands above his head, unsure whether he wanted to satisfy the instinct to manhandle the omega into the position he wanted Kira in so he could fuck the omega till the end of his heat, or snap his long skinny neck.
Kira groaned and smirked evilly down at Landon, clearly more aware of himself than he should have been considering he was in heat. Omegas were not supposed to be present in mind during their heats, it was uncommon that they were able to think consciously while influenced by so many hormones. "I'm a little disappointed L, you were surprisingly easy to find. You are a lot less careful when it comes to your personal information in this lifetime."
The teen lifted himself when he got used to the intrusion and sank back down, knowing exactly where his prostate was and triggering it for the first time in just over two decades. The reaction was immediate; his head became just a little fuzzier and it was becoming exceedingly hard to control himself. He hadn't been fucked since he was last with L before he murdered him and he was already strung masturbating without releases earlier in the night.
Kira was perfectly prepared to murder L all over again, but he was going to take his time this time around. He was in heat after all.
A fire was building up in the pit of his stomach, but Kira ignored the heat-induced temptation to mate with L. The feel of the only cock he had ever enjoyed being pushed in and out of him after so long of going without it was liberating.
"I was surprised to find you asleep. I went through the trouble in robbing... oh... a ph-pharmacy for chloroform because I remember that you sleep for like an hour twice a week or something." Kira rubbed at his own nipple and hummed in appreciation.
Landon kept his eyes shut with clenched teeth, and Kira assumed he had succumbed to the forced rut and was too swept in the smell and feel of the omega currently riding him at a teasingly slow pace.
Kira stared down at him, admiring the red flush L had as sweat dripped down the side of his face. The sight of the man so vulnerable and weak to his own instincts had shivers running down the killer's spine. He leaned down and opened the raven's shirt up more, licking up a tiny bit of the dripping blood before sucking a deep mark on the alpha's shoulder.
Purely controlled by instinct and the pleasure that was currently driving him crazy, Landon braced his feet on the mattress and thrust his hips upward hard.
Kira shot up with wide eyes, his pupils dilating and his mouth dropping open as a moan dripping with ecstasy escaped. Then he laughed, "So you remember where my good spot is but you don't remember us ever having sex before this, huh?" Kira dropped himself down harder before slashing across Landon's right shoulder with the same knife as before, licking his lips at the sight of the blood that dripped and the hiss of pain that left the alpha's mouth.
"You know, I think you're holding out on me, L." Kira leaned down again and started licking and sucking the side of the alpha's neck, already knowing exactly where the most sensitive spots were. He whispered as he said into Landon's ear, "I think if I were to stab you in just the right spot, you'd remember everything."
On the contrary, Landon thought. He had been having dreams involving Kira and his life as L ever since he first laid eyes on the young teen during their first therapy session. Though, he hadn't been sure if they were dreams or actual memories until recently. He had started to feel strange shortly after the dreams of his past life started to occur, and he remembered feeling so confused about what the strange feeling was. He couldn't say that it was particularly a good feeling, because if he dwelled on it for too long, then he found that he would actually start to cry as depression invaded his usually calm mind.
If his theory was correct and the dreams he was having were actually memories from his past life, triggered by the meeting of Kira once again, then the dream he just had would explain why he always felt such a depressive longing when he thought of Light Yagami.
Somewhere inside Landon, the part of him that was L remembered Light, and that the man he had loved so dearly had betrayed him. The doctor could feel the detectives pain as if L had never died, as if the pain had never stopped, as if the love had never ended.
It hurt so bad.
Kira was going to kill him again, he was going to betray him again as if it wasn't enough to do it the first time.
No.
Not this time.
He wanted to live.
Landon groaned and thrust his hips up again, harder this time. Kira gasped and dug his fingernails into the alpha's shoulders, but the raven didn't stop. He kept thrusting his hips upward, assaulting the ass that his body knew all too well, all the while pulling at the rope that still held his wrists. It was loose, apparently, even Kira could make mistakes. Interesting.
The moans that left the omega's mouth indicated that Kira was actively losing the weak control that he had over his hormones. Obviously, he did not expect sex to feel so good while in the middle of his heat, and he miscalculated how strong his pheromones would be as they invaded every cell in his body. Now that he was comfortable with the fact that Landon was tied up and unable to escape, he was completely unable to control himself as took what the alpha gave him.
"You've been a bad boy, Kira," Landon said just to distract the omega, feeling somewhere in his gut that dirty talk made the killer practically like putty in his hands
"Oh, yeah?" Kira's breathing was harsher, and Landon could tell by how his voice raised an octave that the omega was falling victim to the abuse to his prostate. "Your dick doesn't seem to care, L." he seemed to regain some of his composure. that or his body wanted more so badly that it started acting on its own because Kira started moving again. His body moved in sync with Landon's thrusts as he rode him to make each push against that sweet spot even sweeter, and the sharp tingles that were bringing him closer and closer to the edge made the omega completely lose focus.
After only a second, Kira became completely incapable of speech as loud, broken, and choked moans left his pretty pink lips. The sound of his moans drove the alpha insane and all he could do was thrust harder. Faster. Deeper.
This is it, this is my chance, Landon thought as he saw Kira throw his head back, practically screaming as release approached him.
Kira couldn't handle himself anymore. He had already been so strung from forcing his heat to come early, and not even allowing himself to release back then. Now, "Ahh," now the omega was so close, "oh," so very close, "Mmh, fuck me." He had no idea that being fucked by an alpha during his heat could feel this incredible. He truly would miss L.
"Oh!" Kira screamed at a particularly good hit to his prostate, one that threw him right over the edge as white-hot pleasure shot throughout his body. The mind-blowing heat that exploded all around him had his toes curling and his fists clenching, he couldn't breathe, couldn't hear, couldn't see. All he could do was feel. Feel the cock inside him, the hands on his hips, the bed sheets on his back, the face in his neck-
Kira gasped in shock, still in the middle of his orgasm, as he realized what was happening. Before he could think to even try to shove L away, though, the feel of teeth biting into his shoulder hard enough to break skin had him freezing in place.
The omega's eyes were wide, he was still coming and L was still fucking him through his orgasm as he forcibly mated with him. The feel of being bonded with someone was the most passionate and amazing feeling he had ever had the pleasure to feel. L was coming inside him with an animalistic growl, probably triggered after the thrill of mating and the tightening of Kira's walls as he came, and for a moment, Light was happier than he ever thought he could possibly be.
Then reality hit.
"What the fuck?" Kira had no idea he could be so angry as he shoved L away and felt around at his neck. It was definitely bleeding. "Ah!' He screamed angrily, "You fucking piece of shit!" He kicked L in the stomach, wishing he had steel toe shoes on and cursing at the fact that his feet only wore a pair of socks.
Landon glared up at Kira, not exactly happy that they were now mated, but at least he would survive the night now. He knew that the omega would not possibly have it in him to try on the raven's life now, mating bonds were good at that. Kira could not harm him anymore, and Landon knew that mating was necessary for this. Either he had forced this, or he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Kira would have murdered him tonight.
He would love to believe that he was a strong enough alpha to protect himself from an omega in heat, but he was not stupid. No omega that had killed hundreds of people in this life and the last, had escaped from the psychiatric institution, and was smart enough to find his way to his own therapist without being found and arrested, in the middle of his heat, could possibly be easy to incapacitate. This omega's reputation was like a death sentence to anyone that Kira decided he wanted to kill, and Landon knew that the only way to save his own life, was to make sure murdering him was not possible.
It was a selfish display of self-preservation, Landon would admit that, but he knew it had to be done if he wanted to live.
"Why the fuck did you do that to me?" He quickly grabbed his knife and tackled L to the ground, doing it so fast that the alpha didn't realize what had happened until he was already on the ground with the knife pressing into his neck.
Landon didn't dare move, for fear of the knife cutting him, and instead just stared up at the livid russet eyes above him inches from his face.
Kira threw daggers at L with his eyes, hating the alpha with every fiber of his being. Every cell in his head was aching to slit the raven's throat, but every muscle in his body refused to comply with the demand.
He wanted the man dead so badly, he had never felt so violated before in his life, never had he felt so humiliated.
He couldn't kill him.
In the most angered, distraught, and outraged growl of frustration ever, Kira lifted the knife over his head and slammed it down, finding his target impaled.
Landon shut his eyes, fearing that he was wrong in the assumption that Kira would conform to what his instincts forced on him. When the blade started making its way toward him, he shut his eyes, prepared for the pain that he would feel milliseconds later.
Only it never came, and when the weight lifted off of his body, the alpha opened his eyes to see what happened.
Right by his head, just centimeters away from his left eye, he saw the knife sticking straight up from the wooden floor below him.
"You stupid son of a bitch!" Landon didn't think Kira was capable of completing a sentence that didn't involve cursing the alpha's existence. "Do you have any idea what you just did?!" He was also fairly certain Kira was also incapable of completing a sentence that did not rattle his brain in his volume. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, but Landon did not feel bad.
"I am actually very aware, Kira." The alpha said as he sat up to watch as the omega backed up as far away from him as he could, staring down at his feet and clutching his hair in his hands in complete mortification. "I just prevented my second premature death in the most absolute way possible." His voice remained cool, now very calm after it has been proven that his theory was right and he was now out of danger of being murdered by Kira for the second time.
The alpha's sharp mind remained astute to what Kira was rambling on about as he got up to walk to his computer. He was taking advantage of how shocked the omega was, knowing that in his current state of mindblowing anger, he would be incapable of realizing escape would soon be futile. He adjusted his pants to sit normally on his hips, ignoring how satisfied and almost content he was after such a passionate and strenuous activity, and sat down on the floor to turn on his desktop. Kira seemed unaware of what he was doing as he continued to rant and yell insults, but that was alright with Landon. His mind was still foggy with the rut that he was forced to succumb to, but after releasing so recently, his mind was still 70% in focus.
"How could you possibly think that was the best way to handle the situation?! You could have fought me like a man! You could have fought me like an alpha! No, you just fucking bit me like I was a piece of meat served to you on a silver platter. You are the shittiest person I have ever known, you should have been a fucking blow job you fucking cunt!"
Landon calmly started typing codes into his computer, getting everything he had set up weeks ago ready to operate.
"I should have fucking killed you when I had the chance, this is what I get for falling for petty desires! Ugh! I've never wanted to murder someone so badly! You are so lucky I can't fucking kill you, because I would have you on your knees with both of your eyes gouged out while I turn you into a pincushion for my knives, you worthless piece of shit.-"
A loud alarm shut the omega up, and immediately he was looking around the room as bright red flashing lights illuminated the previously dark room. "What the hell is going on?!" He asked, finally noticing that L was doing something at his computer, "What did you do?" That's when numerous loud booms started resonating throughout the house as every window and every door shut with metal gates.
Kira's russet eyes widened as he ran out of the bedroom towards the first window he saw, but it was too late it was shut tight with metal, and probably soundproof, doors. Even the front door was now blocked by the horrible obstacle.
"What is going on?" He yelled out over the sound of the siren, but then the noise stopped and Kira could hear a ringing between his ears at the sudden silence. He clutched his temples in both of his hands, cradling the pain that suddenly made its presence in his head.
"You are now locked in Kira. I anticipated that you were smart and cunning enough to make your escape at some point, and with your strange infatuation with L's death, I figured the first person you would visit after escaping, was me." Landon was standing in the hall staring at Kira with the help of the red flashing lights above their heads in every room. Landon had his hands in his pockets, was hunched over, and all Kira could see was L. The memory of the previous alpha hit a cord in his mind and he suddenly felt like he was looking at a ghost.
This man had to remember being L. There was no possible way he had no recollection of his past life at all.
"What are you going to do? Turn me into the police? Call the asylum? I'll just be locked up again, and I will eventually escape. They will not kill me, they are too scared." Kira started arguing.
"I am aware." That was the only warning that Kira got before the alpha pulled out a gun, aimed it right at the omega, and fired.
That's when everything went black.
...
Death was very strange.
In Landon's case, his past life was L Lawliet. Though previously he had no memory of ever being the greatest detective in the world, some sort of fated event happened to trigger some of the memories that had been dormant in the back of the therapists head all those years.
Every time he fell asleep, he was L again, every time he dreamed, he remembered something of his past life. It wasn't just a memory of something small, no, these were full on flashbacks. Landon was remembering everything from the minor events of his past life, to the important events that lead to his death. He remembered how L would think, and how it was eerily similar to how he thinks now as Landon. He could remember how L behaved, and Landon sighed at how familiar the detective's habits were. He remembered how L felt, how he spoke, what he dreamed about, who he interacted with... It was getting to the point where he was concerned that he wasn't even Landon anymore, and he had triggered so many memories that in a way, he was L once again.
It was almost as if L had never died. Everything that L felt, Landon could feel. From the memory of how much his back used to hurt, to how much he had loved Light Yagami.
Still did.
The alpha took the tray of freshly baked mango glazed salmon out of the oven and put it on top of the stove, quickly grabbing a plate form the covered to put a serving of the salmon on along with the cheesy broccoli and garlic mash potatoes he had made to go with it. He grabbed a napkin and put both it and the plate of food on a tray, before filling up a cup of ice tea. He grabbed a plastic spork and put it and the cup of tea on the tray to carry it through the house.
His mind might be Landon, but his body, his soul, and his heart were still L. This much was clear to him if these last few weeks were anything to go by.
Landon typed in a 7 digit code to a hidden door that was in the back of his bedroom closet and allowed the scanner to snapshot his iris before a beeping noise was heard and the door unlocked.
The asylum had called him the day after Kira had escaped asking if he knew anything, and Landon had cooly said no. Denying the fact that he knew where Kira had gone, let alone the fact that the boy was now living in a secret room under his house that he had made just for the omega a couple of weeks after meeting the omega.
Nobody would ever attempt to suspect Landon Lawlence, because he had spent years building up his reputation. No one second-guessed him, and no one would ever suspect that he was capable of committing this sort of injustice.
L, however, did not care how unjust this was.
Even if someone were to find out, he could still use his reputation to save him from being arrested. Kira was a serial killer that they couldn't kill anyway, they didn't know what to do with him and it was obvious, if his escape said anything, that the security system he was put under was not secure enough. He was also an omega who was now mated to an alpha, and as sexist and as tasteless as it was to say, Kira lacked the civil rights to fight for himself.
Even if they did find out what happened to Kira, nobody would attempt to take him from Landon, because they were now mated. The worst that would happen is maybe he would get fined for harboring a criminal in secret, but his record and credit would keep him out of jail.
Landon walked down the stairs into the basement, glancing up at the security cameras as he walked. Kira had been down here ever since he hit him with the tranquilizer a couple of weeks ago. He had kept the omega hidden and unable to escape with no intention of allowing him to leave. The cell that he kept the omega in was very secure, in fact, it didn't even have an exit without a key, not that Kira knew that. The key wasn't even an actual physical key, as the key was three types of Landon's live DNA.
The heavy scent of vanilla and apple heightened by the mating bond hit his nose as he walked into Kira's cell with the tray of fresh food. "Afternoon, Kira, how did you like the book I left you this morning?"
Kira was doing pushups in the middle of the room as Landon walked in, not even the smell of the food stopped him from what he was doing. The book that the alpha had left him had some good writing, it was thrilling, but it seemed amateur. Kira allowed himself to fall after hitting 60 pushups and glared heatedly at Landon. His face was flushed and he knew that beads of sweat were dripping down the side of his face.
His cell was very luxurious, he had a bathroom with a big comfortable tub and shower, with jets and bath bombs stored under the sink. He had a big comfy king sized bed with silky sheets and fuzzy pillows, and the lighting was a thousand times less painful than it was at the asylum.
"I thought it was elementary compared to some of the others that you have brought me, are you running out of decent material so soon, L?" Kira smirked at his own jab, knowing it wouldn't dampen the alpha's mood.
"Nope," Landon said as he placed the tray on the coffee table and sat down, "My private librarian simply made a poor choice with that awful book. Are you ready to eat?"
Kira stood up and brushed his fingers through his russet hair and turned calm eyes to his mate, and instead of responding, he quietly walked over to sit in the chair across from the alpha.
"It smells delicious, as always, L." He complimented as he picked up his spork and stabbed at a part of the salmon. The flavor was like sex in his mouth, the salmon and the mango glaze mixing and stimulating his salvatory glands as he hummed in approval. The food was definitely better than anything he was given back at the asylum. L never created anything like this when he was alive, but Kira couldn't exactly say that he hated the slight change in behavior. Not if his food always tasted this amazing.
The silence was tense as Kira ate, and Landon just stared at him as always without really saying anything. He remembered that L was anti-social and awkward in conversation at times, but it was strange to have the man watch him as he ate with that creepy stare. He just watched him with the tip of his thumb in his mouth and his sleepless eyes wide with his knees to his chest. It was awkward, and it made Kira feel slightly uncomfortable.
He asked again for the millionth time since L had trapped him in the cell, "What do you plan on doing with me from now on? Are you just going to keep me down here like some slave? Fuck me whenever it suits you?"
"No," L said quickly, "I am not a rapist Kira, unlike you," he hinted at the memory of that night when Kira forced him into a rut. He had never had sex before that, and it isn't as if he wanted that cliche story of meeting a pretty young omega in a coffee shop and waiting for marriage before having sex, but he never imagined that his first time would be with a serial murderer. "I plan on keeping you here for the rest of our lives, assuming I never plan on moving from this location, or in that case you would be coming with me. I plan on taking care of you from now on, you are my mate and I want you to be healthy. I will be taking care of you during your heats but other than that I will not be spending more time with you than what is necessary to keep you in good health. At least not until you can prove that I can trust you."
"So I am basically a slave?" Kira shoved the broccoli in his mouth, the taste almost orgasmic. How did he learn to cook this well?
"Well, I suppose you could look at it that way, considering you are mine and I expect you to do everything that I say or you will be punished accordingly. Not that I particularly plan on abusing you, nor will it ever be an option."
"That's comforting."
"However, since I will not be using you for my own pleasure, and I will not stop feeding you if you refuse to call me master, I don't exactly think the word slave is best to describe what you are to me." Landon picked up the cup of tea and took a sip, figuring the boy wouldn't mind. It didn't seem as though he did.
Kira's nose twitched, but he supposed it could be worse. It is not as though L is treating him badly, in fact, in the time that he has been here, L had treated him as an equal. Just a more confined, untrustworthy equal. L brought him 3 admittedly delicious meals a day, and whatever that he personally requested along with that. He had a warm comfy bed to sleep in, dozens of clean clothes, a full bathroom that he could use whenever he wanted without a fat cop standing right next to him, and L humored him with his company and access to a library.
"Hm." was all Kira said as he started in on the mash potatoes. Even they were delicious, but what impressed him the most was the fact that so far, L seemed to remember everything about how Light liked his food. From the cook on his meat to the color of the jello he liked best. He even remembered that he liked his salmon baked with mango and that he did not eat broccoli without melted cheese.
L seemed to have taken very close attention to Light when he was alive. It was like he knew everything about him without even having to think too much.
Kira sighed in defeat, deciding that maybe this was the best fate for him. It wasn't as though escape would be easy, and even if it was, his instincts would never allow him to either kill or go far from L. They were now stuck with each other for the rest of their lives, whether either of them liked it or not.
L smirked.
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