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Sacrifice for a New World	By : LilyRoseNote Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male Views: 3956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Not mine. Really really wish they were, but the Death Note boys do not belong to me nor do I make a profit off of them.

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Light had done his very best to please L, to seem innocent, to take suspicion away from himself. He had offered his help at the restaurant, then played the dutifully worried son when his father had the heart attack, saying that he couldn’t help L with the case until after his father recovered. He even kissed L before he got into his black car and drove away from the hospital. And then “Kira” took Sakura TV and his father once again became an active member of the task force. It came as no surprise when he received a call requesting his help. Again, he did what L wanted. He watched the “Kira” tape that had been sent to Sakura TV, answered questions carefully, trying to steer L in the right direction. L had seemed to listen intently, taking in every word, his expression never changing. He claimed to be impressed.
Light almost fucked the whole thing up when L asked him to write a message to the second Kira as Kira. The original Kira. He almost yelled and raged on about how he wasn’t Kira and would do no such thing just so that L could use it to try and incriminate him later. But he stopped himself. It would have been the predictable reaction that would have screamed ‘I am Kira!’. So he smiled and joked and did just as L said, serving his purposes at the same time again. L approved of the message, making one small change which Light laughed off as a joke, and gave his orders as to what was to be done with it. In the same breath he said that he would like to speak to Light privately in the other room, and Light easily agreed. His father protested, not entirely trusting L to NOT interrogate his son without him present, but was forced to back down as L was L and would always have his way.
That was how Light found himself walking into a room, not knowing what room it was, while L held the door open for him. As soon as he stepped through he began to observe his surroundings. The room was lightly furnished. It contained a bed, near the center, a comfortable looking plush chair, and a small desk with a chair in front of it. The bed was perfectly made and seemed to be completely untouched. The desk, although covered with papers and files, seemed to be more of a catch-all than a workstation that was actually in use. He then noticed some large black cases in the corner of the room, which he could only assume used to contain all of the electronic equipment that was now set up in the main room. All in all, the room seemed to have been uninhabited until he had walked in. He turned to L in time to see the man shut and lock the door. “Is this your room Ryuuzaki?”
L tilted his head to the left a bit, seeming thoughtful before he answered. “Yes. I suppose it is. At the moment it is being used for storage.”
“Well, is there any reason that you brought me in here?”
“Of course there is a reason. Why would I do something if I didn’t have a reason?”
Light let out an exasperated sigh and sat down on the bed. “Are you going to tell me the reason?”
Again, L stopped to think. “No, I don’t think I will.”
Light’s mouth hung open momentarily in shock but he quickly regained his composure and went on to continue with the game. He knew that that is what this exchange was to L. A game. Well, he didn’t mind playing.
“Do you plan to interrogate me? Like my father said?”
“At this time? No. Perhaps later, if you ask me nicely and say please.”
“So you don’t intend to question me?”
“Nope. It is much more interesting to have Light-kun continue to question me.”
Light blinked in surprise. He hadn’t expected that. “You want me to ask you questions?”
L smiled a bit, moving closer to the bed. “Yes, I do. I may not choose to answer, but I encourage you to ask me anything, regardless. “ Light smiled suddenly, sensing the possible start of a new game. He shifted his position on the bed to be less rigid and more inviting, telling himself that what he was about to instigate was for the sake of getting closer to L so that he could kill him, and that it had nothing to do with his suddenly apparent hormone induced desires. He was not, by far, your average teenager and was confident in his abilities to control and squash his baser desires, but what was the point when giving in could get him so much farther. He hadn’t moved too much. He just uncrossed his arms and legs, leaning back a bit with his hands a bit behind him on the bed to support his weight. No, it wasn’t much, but the detective wasn’t stupid. Light asked, “Why did you kiss me like that after the entrance ceremony?”
Feigned innocence. “Like what, Light-kun?”
“You know.”
“Yes, I suppose I do.”
“And why did you take advantage of me in the shower after the tennis match?”
“You are delectably hard to resist. You didn’t exactly seem to be stopping me either.”
Light smiled a bit more. “Are you resisting me now?”
L was thinking again, moving slowly close to the bed. “Just barely.”
“Why?”
L tilted his head to the side, standing directly in front of Light now, easily within reach. Light was forced to look up at him in order to try and read his expression, but the detectives face gave away nothing. He just continued to stand there until he could see the young mans uncertainty. Then he spoke, very softly, so that Light strained to hear. “Perhaps I wanted to see if Light-kun would make the first move.”
Lights eyes grew wide at the statement, but he had no time to react otherwise because no sooner had the words left his mouth than L was on him, pressing him down onto his back. His lips were quickly captured by the detectives own, tongue pressed inside, exploring everything it came in contact with, thoroughly. He couldn’t stifle the groan that escaped him and tightly gripped the sleeves of L’s white shirt. The older man began expertly popping open the buttons on Lights shirt and ravaged the skin hidden beneath. Light gasped when L’s mouth moved lower to start kissing and sucking on his neck. Light tried to protest. “May father is in the next room. He might hear us.” L seemed as if he was ignoring what was said, pulling his mouth away only to tug off the teenagers shirt completely. He finally answered, breathing against Lights throat, while his hands demonstrated their skill on his chest. “He won’t hear anything. Everyone will continue working.” Light once again found himself struggling to remain clear headed beneath the detective, finding it even more difficult as the detective started nipping and gently biting the skin of his throat. “How can you be sure?” he finally managed. L’s hands drifted lower, ghosting down Lights sides, to begin gently kneading his growing arousal through his pants. “Because they are determined to prove your innocence.”
Light froze, clutching L’s shirt more tightly. He hadn’t expected that, for the great detective to be so blunt, so candid about the situation. He never thought that L would be so callous and uncaring as to bring up the Kira case during their intimate moments. He hadn’t been prepared and so instead of scrambling for the appropriate response, he just asked the question that was on his mind. “Do you honestly believe that I am Kira?” L had either not noticed or chose to ignore Lights sudden stillness and unbuttoned the teens pants. He smiled up at Light, planting small kisses on his stomach at the spot he had just exposed. “I am fairly confident that you are, yes.”
Light was once again shocked and on unfamiliar ground. He looked down at the older man, eyes wide, as L unzipped the younger mans pants and continued to lick, kiss, and nibble skin as it was uncovered. “H- How could you say something like that at a time like this!” L sat up a bit in order to tug off Lights pants, leaving his underwear in place for the moment. He took a minute to lean forward and kiss Light again, stealing his breath away. “What? That Light-kun is Kira? Perhaps the though excites me.” Light gasped as L’s hand snaked it’s way into his boxers, gripping his length, as he worshipped his neck once again. Light did his best to control his breathing as he forced out, “I’m glad that my situation amuses you, but this is my life we are talking about here.” L moved his hand slowly up and down, squeezing and kneading with his fingers. He leaned back once again so he could soak in the young mans reactions to his touch. “Hmmm, yes. I suppose it is. But, if you really are Kira, then my life hangs in the balance as well.” At the end of his statement he squeezed a bit harder and sped up the pace causing Light to moan and arch up into his body. The teenagers eyes fluttered closed only to snap back open two seconds later as he willed himself to at least stay clear headed enough to pay attention to everything L said and to respond when necessary. “And yet you---” Another quick squeeze and quickening on pace effectively cut off any further words, and in a shockingly sultry and rhythmic tone L said, over the resulting groan, “And yet still I pursue, as I so often do…”
By this point Light could no longer control his squirming and writhing, shamelessly pressing his nearly nude body up against the detectives fully clothed form above him. He had to keep his wits about him, concentrate on his verbal responses, on not giving away anything while at the same time trying to squeeze any information that he could out of the older man, and so control of his body was lost to him. He couldn’t stop himself. “Do you spout little lines of poetry to all of your potential lovers and suspects?”
The way that L looked at him very nearly lost his to control of his mind too. There was actual emotion shining in the older mans eyes, something smoldering and alive. “No. I don’t” Actually, you’ve been the only person who has heard anything that could be considered mildly poetic pass my lips.”
Light could do nothing to restrain himself then. He pulled L down to him, pressing their lips together. “I like it.” He couldn’t have explained, if asked, what had possessed him to do that, to kiss him like that, to say those words in that breathless way, to encourage the detective like that. Sure, he could argue that he was reeling him in closer, that it was all part of the plan, but at that particular moment in time he just knew that wasn’t the reason. It was what the detective had said, the thought that it was Light who had brought out that side of the man, in combination with the look in his eyes, all those things put together suddenly made the detective utterly irresistible. Light slid his hands under the large white shirt, shoving it up, trying to pull it over the raven-haired mans head. L allowed it, pulling first one arm and then the other from the sleeves before Light pulled the fabric from him. L groaned when Light quickly attacked his throat with his mouth, much like the detective had done to him earlier. Inexperienced hands explored the mans chest and back. “Hmmm… It seems I will need to come up with more then.” Light thought that if L actually started spouting poetry right then that it would all be over. He would truly be undone. “ Save it for next time. Please just-” He paused, making sure that he laced his tone with the proper amount of pleading desperation. “Keep touching me.” L smiled and let his hand slide down to encircle the young mans length again, squeezing it none to gently. Light groaned and bit down on L’s shoulder. His hand slid down the back of L’s pants to discover that the older man didn’t wear any underwear and dug his nails into the skin he found there. L groaned, “So, Light-kun is interested in a next time?” Light pulled away, leaning back against the bed, so that he could look at L’s eyes, L’s passionate lust-clouded eyes. He thought, Yes God yes, I’m interested in a next time. But he couldn’t say that, couldn’t seem that vulnerable. Unfortunately, what came out of his mouth made him sound like a snotty spoiled teenager. “What do you think?”
He regretted it the moment the words left his mouth, but L just laughed and grabbed Light’s wrists and pinned them to the mattress. He decided then to let L take the lead, for the time being. And take charge L did, once he realized that Light had no intentions of resisting. A quick crushing kiss and he pulled the young mans underwear down his legs, away from his body, and tossed them aside. He licked and kissed his way down until he had finally captured Light’s swelling need between his lips. Light obediently kept his hands in place above his head, though they were no longer physically held there. He tried to keep his moans at low volumes, still consciously trying to avoid drawing any attention. He gripped the sheets above his head tightly, unsuccessful in keeping his hips still. He remembered L’s mouth well, had dreamed of it every night since. To be engulfed in that moist heat again was ecstasy and Light didn’t think that he could ever give it up. He looked down at the man in time to see him slip something from the pocket of his jeans, hidden away in the palm of his hand. And then L took the entire length of his cock down his throat and his eyes fluttered shut against his will. Not a moment later he felt a slicked finger enter him and he just couldn’t keep quiet anymore. He moaned loudly, pressing himself against the invading appendage. L continued to move the digit in and out, soon adding another, stretching him further. Light gasped when the questing fingers touched something inside him, something that set his insides aflame. “Oh God, Ryuuzaki!!!” he could not hold back his moans and groans any longer, or his cries for more. As a third finger inside he prayed that L wouldn’t try to ask him anything now, because he was way too far gone to even try to think of any reasonable covers or lies. “Please Ryuuzaki….”
“Please what, Light-kun?”
Light squirmed and writhed, unable to control his body at all anymore. His skin was on fire, his heart was racing, he just needed more. “Please….. Don’t make me say it….” And his mouth was massacred again, all tongue lips teeth. He heard a zipper and gasped into L’s mouth when he felt the detectives naked flesh against his own. His hand hurriedly pushed L’s pants down past his hips, trembling with need.
L had finally positioned himself between Light’s legs, about to press inside of him, when there was a polite knock on the door. “Sir? Mr. Yagami is becoming impatient.”
L sat up a bit and called out, “We will be out shortly.”
Light’s mind was fractured into pieces, boiling over in frustration. He was so close, so very close to sinking a very thick hook into L, so very close to losing his virginity to the detective. A bond the man would not be able to deny. He could not let it slip away! He reached out, grasping at the detective, kissing his lips, his throat, anywhere he could reach. “Please Ryuuzaki…” He wrapped his legs around the older mans waist, trying to impale himself on the still carefully placed erection. L resisted, trying to stop him. “Light-kun, your father ha--”Light wriggled enticingly beneath him, refusing to release his grip. He begged breathlessly, “Please. We still have enough time if we hurry.” But L was still trying to reason with him, pull away from him. “No, wait. We need to--”
“I don’t want to wait!”
L managed to finally pull away from Light, but he kept trying to pull him back down. So L forced Light’s wrists back down into position above his head. “Just listen to me Light.” He would not speak again until the teen stopped struggling. “I don’t want to hurry. Not with you. I want to spend a long long time showing you how good I can make you feel, not throw you a quick fuck while your father is pacing, possibly even trying to listen on the other side of that door.” Light looked skeptical and squirmed a little restlessly. “You don’t want to hurry?”
“No. I could. I could very easily make you into another teen statistic with the rest who have wasted their virginity on a hurried coupling under pressured circumstances. It is not as enjoyable as you might think.” Light couldn’t hide his disappointment. He just wasn’t completely buying it. Had L noticed something about him? Was that the real reason that he stopped? He found it hard to believe that Watari’s interruption was enough to make him change his mind. Or had he really just come to his senses and realized how much younger that him Light was? He felt a sudden pressing need to do something to keep L close, something to make him want to come back for more, to make him ache to be with him again. He slipped one of his hand free from L’s grasp, which had relaxed while he was speaking , and slid it down L’s body to grip the detectives arousal. “Then, at least…” He let his gaze slip away from L’s eyes in a show of shy uncertainty that he didn’t actually feel before continuing, “Let me taste you.”
L took in a sharp breath and his eyes bore down into Light’s for a moment before he released the boy and slid off of the bed. He took in Lights disappointed expression as he backed away a few paces with a knowing smirk. “Then get on your knees.”
Lights mouth dropped open and his anger was visible for just a moment before he got it back under his thumb. L knew what he was doing, asking that level of submission from Light. Asking for him to hand over that much control… To not do it would be almost as good as admitting that he was Kira. Light didn’t know what made it so different from what had been about to occur only moments prior, what made it seem like he would be giving up so much more, but the idea of willingly kneeling on the ground before the detective for any reason seemed like losing. And that smile! L knew exactly what he was asking, how much of a blow his pride would take and challenged him to do it anyway. Well, Light would never back down to L. He started it, he would finish it.
Light took a deep breath and with as much grace as he could muster he slid off of the bed and onto the ground. He crawled slowly across the floor, swaying his hips, keeping his eyes locked with the older mans, even when he stopped in front of him and teasingly took the head of his cock into his mouth. He experimentally popped it in and out and in and out, watching for L’s reactions. He grabbed the mans jeans and pushed them farther down his hips until they settled at his knees. Light tried swirling his tongue around and gently scraping his teeth against him. Then he slowly tried to take more and more into his mouth until he came to a point where he felt he would gag if he took anymore. That was when L decided to very roughly grab his hair and shove him the rest of the way down onto his cock. Light did gag and tried to block to he sensation of the swollen member inside his throat, choking him. His throat started contracting and he heard a moan above him. L continued to yank on Lights hair, repeatedly shoving into him, making him coke and cough.
Light closed his eyes and tried to relax, to allow L to fuck his mouth. He did his best to keep his coughing and gagging under control. He would prove to L that he could take it. He refused to embarrass himself by pulling away, by admitting defeat. He couldn’t lie, it was difficult, it was hurting his throat, making it feel bruised, but he was sure he could get into it. He began to savor the feeling of the velvety smooth skin moving against his tongue, of the musky smell of the detective wafting into his nostrils, the soft sighs and groans from above him, the painfully strong grip of fingers almost ripping hair from the roots. His own cock stirred between his legs, his hand automatically circling around it, and he moaned, getting lost in all of the new sensations. He was suddenly pulled back by his hair and something warm splattered all over his face. His eyes snapped open in shock and quickly located the detective who was grinning deviously at him. L reached out and ran his thumb across Lights bottom lip, Tongue flicking out to lap at the cum he had wiped away. Light couldn’t help but groan at the sight. L, licking his own cum… It brought about a whole new set of images where Light imagined him licking it from other areas of him. L pulled back again and fixed his pants before he turned in search of his shirt, finding it almost under the bed. As he pulled it over his head Light looked on, still kneeling on the on the ground looking shocked. “Umm… Ryuuzaki?”
With all of his clothing back on L turned back to Light and moved to kneel in front of him, bringing them eye to eye again. He then wrapped his hand around Lights, which the young man then realized was still wrapped around his aching member, and started to pump. Light practically whimpered when L stole another kiss. L worked the boy with his own hand until he was practically panting into his mouth. He pulled back just enough to whisper, “Cum for me Light.” And that was it for Light. Those words in that tone… Light came crashing to completion and would have cried out loud enough for the entire task force to hear had L not clamped his mouth shut with his own, all teeth and dominance. He didn’t stop until Light had quieted and stopped bucking up against him. Lights breath came out heavily, his chest heaving with the effort. He felt his body fall completely to the floor when L moved away from him again, lying on his side with his hair falling in his eyes, some of it brushing against the carpet, in some sort of attempt to halt the dizzying sensation in his head. He still kept his eyes open to watch as L moved about the room.
L walked over to the small dresser near the bed and opened the top drawer, speaking passively as he did so. “Everything you should need to fix yourself up is in here. And don’t worry, I was very careful not to get any cum in your hair.” Light pressed his lips tightly together to keep himself from saying anything stupid and then L was moving again. He paused at the desk this time, plucking a file from the top of one of the stacks. “Here is some light reading material for you. I suggest that you look it over now. It is best to make it seem as if some actual work was done in here. It’s probably in my best interest to provoke your father.” He lay the file close to Light on the floor. L shuffled over to the door, hand on the knob before he turned back to Light, quickly tossing out, “I will go back out there and tell them that you are still reading the case file that I have given to you.” And with that he left the room without another word, shutting the door behind him.
Light stared at the door stunned. Had L really just done that? Left him soiled on the floor and just left like that? Light began to tremble with rage, imagining what he must have looked like to the detective. What a good little whore, on his knees and dripping cum off of his proud little chin. He growled, standing quickly, and snatched a small towel from the open drawer. Under the towel was a brush, a mirror, and a bottle of Lights brand of cologne. It made him uncomfortable that L knew such an intimate detail as that. He angrily rubbed at his face and chest with the towel, wiping away the cooling evidence of his shame. He dressed quickly and, looking into the mirror, straitened his hair. After much debate with himself he resigned to using the fragrance as well. It was more preferable to going out there smelling like sex.
Once he was presentable again he picked up the file that had been left on the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed and flipped it open. He was immediately on guard once he realized that it was his file, as a suspect in the Kira case. It contained all of his personal information, doctors records, school records, lists of activities, hobbies, known behaviors, and schedules. It contained Raye Penbers notes form his time observing Light. There were reference numbers that would lead to digital video files from during the time that he was under surveillance. He also found several stills printed from those videos.
The first few photos were normal enough for a case file. Light walking to school. Sitting at an outdoor table for lunch. Playing tennis. But as he continued to flip through the pictures, the more inappropriate they became. Light changing his clothes in the mornings and evenings. Stripping before a shower. Some of the actual shower. The more disturbing pictures came from later, the ones that he had no idea would be there, because they had been taken after surveillance had supposedly ended by then. Either Ryuk had lied to him or the cameras had been replaced and Ryuk didn’t see fit to inform him. There was a picture of him at night in his room, bedcovers tossed aside, gripping his hard cock with his head thrown back, biting his lip. Another with a scream held back by his hand clamped against his mouth as he came. A shot of him curiously licking the cum from his fingers. And then there were picture of him that were not from home. Pictures of him in the locker room and the showers alone at school. Then a picture in that same shower with L standing behind Light, arms wrapped around him. A picture of L on the shower floor with Lights leg draped over his shoulder. And finally, the moment that had been burned into Lights memory, without the benefit of photographic evidence. He picked up the picture, printed out as and 8x10, and held it away from the rest, taking in the image again. Light, on the shower floor, slumped against the wall looking dazed, eyes fixed on the figure of L crouched across from him, L’s heated gaze boring into him. He found it hard to keep his breathing regular, looking at that picture, at the way L looked, the way he looked. To have had such an unguarded and vulnerable moment captured, unbeknownst to him, it was… And to have the camera be there, so conveniently in that shower at that time on that day. The other pictures were easy enough to justify, being that they were in his room. A camera could have easily been recording at all times. But there, in the shower… Had l believed himself to be in danger and in need of the photo evidence or had he planned the whole thing? Light frowned, thinking that L’s recent behaviors pointed to the latter. The events that had just occurred in the room he still occupied had been planned by the devious detective as well. Light growled and folded the picture up and shoved it into his pocket.

L was playing dirty and Light hadn’t expected that, hadn’t been prepared for it. He wasn’t able to control the situation and L had basically dominated him again and there was nothing he could do to change it now. He couldn’t take back the things he said, the things he’d done. He sighed and slid the rest of the photos back into the folder and snapped the file shut. His eyes lazily scanned the room, more than half expecting L to have hidden security cameras there as well. He didn’t see any but he knew by now that it did not mean they were not there. His head ached thinking of the sorts of images that might have been captured that day, of what other weaknesses he had displayed only to be viewed and re-viewed later. He was very close to shaking in rage and frustration. He took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself. He needed to stop dwelling on stupid crap that he couldn’t go back and change. Done was done. He needed to keep his mind at the matter at hand.
He had to go out and face the task force, or more accurately his father. He would most likely want to know what information, exactly, Light had read in that file. Light still had yet to figure out what he would say, how much information he would share, about his ‘conversation’ with L alone.
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