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The Sugar Cube Fort	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Het-Male/Female Views: 2334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 3: VOYEUR
L squirmed, arching his back, thumping the back of his head against the wall behind him and moaning more hoarsely. Then his head dipped forward, far forward over his lap, and he shook a bit, straining as far as he could, reaching out with his tongue to take the tip of his penis into his mouth, massaging it hungrily, almost viciously, spreading the strawberry-flavored lubricant all over his lips and chin as he lapped and lunged, popping the swollen head of his penis in and out of his mouth. His hands continued to stroke the hard shaft while he mouthed himself, whimpering in pleasure.
Rem was envious. Humans had the capacity to experience so much fun. This was just one example of the things humans could do and death gods couldn't. Humans had certain parts of their bodies that gave immense physical pleasure when stimulated. Gods of death didn't have sexual organs or anything resembling them. They had genders, but gender was merely a matter of personal identity, something each shinigami felt sure of with no need to reference nonexistent body parts. There wasn't any way to stimulate a shinigami sexually.
Still, there was a shinigami law prohibiting sex between shinigami and also between shinigami and humans. Why have a law prohibiting something that is physically impossible anyway? Rem had heard that shinigami bodies used to be more suited to eating food in the far past, before their internal organs had degenerated so much. Perhaps it used to be possible for gods of death to have sex, and that was when the law was made.
In any case, Rem felt sure that it was impossible for any shinigami to break that law, having neither the physical equipment nor the mental capacity for sexual pleasure. So, it was an irrelevant law. Even if it did apply to something that could actually happen, Rem knew that shinigami laws could be bent. That was how she had managed to let Misa know Higuchi was Kira, after all. Shinigami couldn't tell humans who the human owner of a death note is, so instead of telling Misa outright, Rem had told her she'd stand behind Kira. When Misa saw Rem standing behind Higuchi, it was as good as telling her, but didn't break any laws. Following this reasoning, Rem had tried to give Misa sexual pleasure in the past. Rem wanted Misa to be happy, after all. But, whenever Rem brought up the subject, Misa dismissed it, and whenever Rem caught Misa masturbating, as soon as Misa noticed Rem watching, she would squeal, throw the nearest object at Rem, and tell her to get out. Misa was never really angry afterwards, just indifferent.
Still, even though it wasn't sexual for Rem, Rem wanted to watch Misa pleasure herself. It was a form of emotional satisfaction. If you love someone, you want to see them have happy moments. Rem wanted to see Misa gasping in pleasure, her sorrows forgotten. It was a nice image to counterbalance the bad memories of Misa crying, angry or just plain suicidal. Rem had developed a skill to observe Misa doing the deed without being noticed. If Rem placed herself just right, and pushed her eye just barely through the wall into Misa's room, Misa hardly ever noticed.
Rem looked at L writhing below her on the bathroom floor, thrashing so vigorously now that he was beginning to get tangled in the legs of his jeans, and tried to conjure up memories of Misa doing the same sort of thing. Misa wasn't as vigorous or as vocal as L. She would dress herself in lingerie, usually crotchless panties and the kind of bra that could be snapped open in front. Then she would carefully run her fingers over herself, massaging her arms, legs and stomach with delicate, quick caresses, leaving goosebumps in the wake of each touch. She would unsnap the front of her bra and tease her nipples and crotch area with the same delicate touches, not enough to satisfy, just to tease, until she was bothered and panting.
Then Misa would lick her fingers until they were dripping with saliva, using one hand to circle her clitoris over and over and the other to plunge inside her vagina. At this point, the panting would speed up, but these sounds were still always quiet, delicate and feminine pants. Sometimes Misa would produce a shiny purple dildo to replace her fingers, but she often got tired from thrusting with her wrists at such an angle and went back to her fingers. Then, usually about five minutes into the procedure, Misa would suddenly twitch several times, arch her back, and have a look of pure pleasure wash over her face as she quietly said, "Oh, Kira."
Rem had offered to hold the dildo for Misa and thrust it according to instructions, but Misa always made some excuse and said that maybe she'd do that some other time. Still, Rem had sometimes caught a flash of combined curiosity and lust in Misa's eyes when she'd asked. Rem just wanted Misa to experience pleasure at its utmost, to be truly happy, and Rem wanted to be there when it happened, gazing at the face to file away the precious memory of unabashed ecstasy.
Looking down at L, now fallen over on his side and stroking faster than ever, Rem recognized the look on his face. It reminded her so much of Misa. It was the look immediately before orgasm, right on the edge. L was deliberately keeping himself in that place of intense pleasure, delaying his climax, keeping it just out of reach to prolong the good feelings. He was talking too now, a steady stream of English in a voice made slightly husky and deeper with lust. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..."
Rem drank in that pleasure by gazing at L's face, once again feeling wonder at how magical humans could be. Humans thought that flying, moving through walls and killing with a written name was magical, but things like this were truly magical, completely out of the reach of any shinigami. It was so wonderful to see it, like witnessing a miracle, and the thought of being able to cause it or intensify it was very interesting.
L's eyes fluttered open, and he let out a yell, in one smooth movement grabbing the shirt beside him and covering up his crotch area with it. He panted for a few moments and then said, "Rem, if you are going to enter a bathroom you should knock first. Otherwise it isn't polite."
Rem pushed more of her face through the wall and said, "You don't have to stop because I'm here. I've probably been observing humans for longer than you've been alive. I've seen plenty of this before."
L wiped some sweat from his eyes and sat up with his back to the wall once again. L's fingers began twitching and one hand slowly slid beneath the wadded-up shirt on his lap. He said, "Please leave."
Rem glanced over at the death note. She shouldn't let him be alone with it, and watching a highly pleasurable human face was too interesting to pass up.
"No. I will stay."
L squirted some more lubricant into his palm and then started rubbing his erection.
Between gasps and moans, he said, "I'm not really... able to... stop right now. I was... chained to a person for months... without any time off, and... I wasn't able to... do this at all. I've... got too much tension... built up. This is... actually the fourth time... since I started an hour ago."
L rose up onto his knees, pumping his erection with one hand and using the other to go back and forth between his nipples, teasing and squeezing each one. Then he slowly sank back until he was sitting on his heels.
So, he won't do this in front of a person. That means I'm a thing to him, like a cat or a piece of furniture.
Rem knew that humans would rarely have sex or masturbate in front of another human unless they wanted that human to join in.
Rem asked, "Who is the dead woman?"
That stopped L in mid-stroke. He said, "She really is dead then?"
"Yes. I'm a god of death. I can certainly tell when someone is dead. Who is she?"
L said, "Naomi Misora. She's the only woman I ever loved. She rejected me, and then Kira killed her."
"So then," Rem said, "the Kira case is personal for you?"
L resumed his brisk strokes and said, "Please, let's not talk now. I really want to finish in peace."
Rem looked down at L's face as he struggled to recapture his arousal. His movements were not as sure as before, and though his face was beginning to look very horny, a frown kept flickering across it. Rem missed that previous face of pure, perfect bliss, right on the edge of orgasm. She wanted to see L make that face again.
L leaned forward once again, straining and straining, just barely able to get the head of his penis into his mouth. He ran his tongue slowly around it while stroking the shaft with his hands, emitting a low moan. Then he began almost attacking it, biting, sucking, swirling. The pitch of his moans became huskier, more abandoned and wild. After a few minutes of this he unlatched his mouth and lifted his shoulders, obviously relieved at releasing the strain of leaning over so far, and then began speeding up his hand strokes, panting, moaning, and mumbling English obscenities. Still, something was wrong. L's face was a mixture of bliss and frustration. His left hand kept moving back and forth from the hard shaft of his penis to his nipples, and it seemed he lost a bit of momentum each time his hand left one erogenous zone for another and then he had to work hard to recapture it.
Before Rem realized what she was doing, her hands moved down and began to gently tweak L's nipples. The two buds instantly hardened and L shivered. "Ah, cold," he mumbled.
Rem continued to rub and play with L's nipples. She knew her body was much colder than that of humans. Perhaps it even felt like ice cubes being rubbed against his nipples. She expected L to tell her to stop, but instead he moved both hands to his cock and increased the speed of his strokes. Rem used her chin to play with L's hair and blew the fluffy strands away from his neck while continuing to roll his hard nipples between her fingers. The look of frustration began to leave L's face, replaced by a growing bliss.
"This isn't normal," he said.
But still, he didn't ask Rem to stop. His moans became deeper, his body started twitching and making uncontrolled jerky movements. And then, his face changed. It was almost that perfect face, but not quite. Rem stared into it, drinking in the pleasure, trying to imagine what it must feel like to be a human nearing the peak of sexual bliss. She wanted to see that completely perfect face so badly.
And that is when she did it. She took one hand and phased it through L's body, searching for that pleasure spot she knew was there. She could still feel objects that she phased through, they just felt different than when she was solid. There, there it was. An engorged little knot deep inside, the prostate gland. Rem carefully, delicately held it in her phased-out fingers, then she gradually solidified just the tips of her fingers there, inside L's body, and began squeezing and massaging the organ directly, oh so gently.
L's entire body shuddered and he let out a deep noise somewhere between a moan, a roar and a scream, yet he didn't orgasm. Rem looked closely at his face to make sure she hadn't hurt him, and saw an expression beyond pure bliss. His eyes were half open, swirling with the fog of lust. There were no thoughts in them at all. His mouth was open almost as far as it would go, taking in huge gasps of air. His entire face was pale and sweating except for an intense red fire just on the high points of his cheeks. Periodic shudders ran through his body, shaking him hard. His cock was straining, swollen, almost purple, but his hands were no longer on it. Instead, they hung by his sides, clenched into fists, the knuckles white.
L shuddered hard once more and leaned backwards into Rem, making a strangled, animalistic cry. There was no comprehension in that cry, just mindless, wild arousal. One of L's hands drifted almost absently up to his straining erection and began to gently, weakly fondle it, as if he didn't even realize what he was doing. Rem cradled L's body carefully so he couldn't fall over, and then continued massaging the prostrate directly with one hand while she brought up the other to close over L's hand that was already around his cock, using her hand to guide its movements, pumping gently.
L shuddered hard again, but this time it didn't stop. His entire body was shaking continually, his head tossing back and forth. He said... something... that was probably meant to be a string of words but came out as completely incomprehensible and then the garbled words turned into a strange moan, rising in pitch. Rem started stroking L's penis faster and faster, L's own warm hand shielding it from her cold hand. L's hips were bucking wildly in her grasp, arching up into her hand, sweat rolling down his entire torso in rivulets. Suddenly, L gasped and then his entire body arched backwards hard as he screamed his release, spurting warm white semen into the air, his eyes rolling back up into his head as he thrashed. After only a second, L squirmed and screamed again as an aftershock hit him, his penis still twitching and continuing to empty. Comprehension was starting to come back into his eyes. His body twitched a few more times, pleasurable shocks rolling through his torso and into his arms and legs.
Then L's body went completely limp in Rem's arms and he whimpered softly. Rem looked at his face and saw pleasure, but also some embarrassment. The wheels in his brain were turning again, the deep, dark eyes becoming sharper and more perceptive. L sighed and attempted to get up, but his legs and arms were too unsteady, so he fell back into Rem's arms, panting. After a couple of minutes L tried again and was able to get up. He walked to the bathtub and began filling it.
"Rem," he said, "You reached inside my body to stimulate me. Am I right? Is it the same way you pass through walls?"
"Yes."
L stepped into the tub and sat down, splashing the water up over his chest and arms. He was pale and bony, though not without muscle, and the dark bags under his eyes reminded Rem of the dark eyeholes on the skulls of many of her fellow shinigami. L looked about as much like a shinigami as was possible for a human without using a costume or surgery. He was actually kind of endearing.
L said, "Rem, I do not understand what this type of activity means for a shinigami. I am grateful for the physical pleasure but I don't know if you have any expectations for me. I think this may have been my fault. It was a vulnerable moment for me, after months of no release. I probably should have told you to stop touching me."
Rem said, "Shinigami do not experience sexual feelings of any kind, nor do we have sex organs. I wanted to see your pleasure. It was an interesting experience for me to watch. I like seeing happy faces."
"Rem," L said, "do you mean you gave me sexual pleasure and I gave you emotional pleasure? There is nothing sexual about it for you?"
Rem nodded. "Yes, Ryuzaki. That is what happened."
He said, "So, if I did not want to do this again, would there be trouble? What about if I had sex with a human? Would you be jealous? Will there be consequences of any sort? Will there be side effects?"
Rem said, "Gods of death can fall in love with humans, but I am not in love with you. I was merely bored and lonely. Even if I were in love with you, I would not hamper your romantic relationships with humans. I would like to watch you having sex, but I would not be angry at any human who had sex with you. When a god of death is in love with a human, it is not at all like a human who is in love with another human."
L suddenly looked at Rem with a piercing stare, his eyes very dark and intense. "Are you hoping for more of what we did? If I refuse, what will happen?"
Rem sighed, thinking. Did she really want more of this? Her actions had been an impulse of the moment, perhaps born from the long-term frustration of not being able to create happiness for Misa in any way. Here was someone who didn't shun her, and could be made extremely happy with just the right touches. The opportunity had been irresistible.
Rem said, "I don't know, Ryuzaki. I may continue to be bored and lonely. I might want to keep seeing those interesting faces you made today. Do you want to do it again?"
L plunged under the bathwater briefly and emerged with soaking hair. As he poured shampoo into his palm, he said, "I am... still deciding. You must understand, I'm not the least bit attracted to you physically. Your bodily form is not of my species. But, I am tempted by that trick you can do, reaching inside my body. I'm sure there is no person or device that could stimulate me so directly. I have certainly experimented with lots of devices. Though, to date, no people. But in any case I doubt they could do what you do."
L vigorously rubbed the shampoo into his hair, creating suds, then plunged under the water twice more. He said, "I am still wondering if I lost my virginity to you. Was what we did sex?"
Rem panicked. If one of the participants decided it did count as sex, then would the rule kick in? No, it couldn't work like that. It was impossible for a shinigami to have sex, therefore it was impossible for Rem to break that rule.
Rem said, "No, I think sex has to be mutual in some way, or at least done with a creature capable of having sex. What we did was sexual only from your point of view. As far as I was concerned, it was like watching a show."
"Hmmmmmm," L said, "I suppose that is for the best. I really wouldn't want to think I'd lost my virginity to something other than a human."
L pulled the plug and watched the water draining out. He said, "Rem, is that how the killer notebook works? After the name is written, does a shinigami do the actual killing by reaching inside a human body and stopping the heart?"
"No. The death note works automatically. Shinigami can't kill or seriously injure humans directly. We can only kill by using our notes."
L looked at Rem for some time with his piercing dark eyes, as if he didn't believe her or was trying to figure out some hidden meaning to her words. Then he grabbed a towel, dried his hair and body, and cleaned up the mess of pink lubricant, semen and pink-stained clothing on the floor. Walking into the bedroom nude with the death note under his arm, he made his way over to a large wardrobe and quickly threw on an identical pair of boxers, a white long-sleeved t-shirt and baggy jeans. Then he crawled onto the bed and crouched there, spreading out a laptop and the death note in front of him.
After typing for some time, he looked at Rem and said, "If there was any plan to coerce me or shame me in some way because of what we did, it won't work. Also, if I decide not to participate any more and you try to molest me against my will, I will figure out some way of causing trouble for you in return."
Rem said, "Ryuzaki, I can see your real name. I know who you really are. I know you aren't an underling of that detective, but rather that detective himself. Of course I think you are smart enough to find some way to cause me distress if I try to use sexual issues against you."
L stared at Rem. "That detective?"
"Ryuzaki, I am forbidden to reveal the names I see to humans. I am sure you can figure the rest out."
L said, "Yes, I see."
Then the typing resumed.
A/N (Author's Note):
If something like this did happen to L, I have the feeling he would react in a rather matter-of-fact way like this.
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