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Role Reversal	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 4101 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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CHAPTER 3: Victory

Light woke up to L tangled around him, but instead of L trying to disengage, as he usually did in the mornings, he only snuggled closer at Light's first slight stirring movements.

I've won, then. He's decided he wants this; he wants me. After all we did last night, there's no going back to the way it used to be.

L slithered around, pressing Light down and ending up on top, in almost a parody of his usual knee-hugging posture, horizontal instead of vertical, nose-to-nose with Light but with his legs pulled up and folded between their bodies. Light felt L's knees on his shoulders, L's entire folded-up body pressing down on his chest, making it hard to breathe, L's hands tangled in his hair, L's breathing ragged, his mouth approaching.

Between gasps, Light said, "You don't weigh much, but this... is too much weight... in one place."

In response, L stopped the nearly-completed kiss and rearranged his bony body, slipping downwards and stretching out his legs, until he was lying full-length on top, clinging closely. Light felt L's fingers slipping between their bodies, working on the buttons of his pajama-top and, after a few were opened, enough to bare a nipple, L set to work with a series of slow, sensuous licks.

Their groins were pressed together, and Light could feel just how much L wanted it. L thrust a knee between to spread Light's legs even more, L's warm hardness settling closer as a result. Everything fit together quite perfectly except for the layers of cloth in the way.

"These desires of mine are perverse," L said, as he trailed a finger down across Light's ribs.

After a pause, L added, "You are a serial killer. I should not be having sexual thoughts about you."

"Was. I was a... serial killer. That is all in the past."

L abruptly stopped and rolled away. He withdrew to the furthest corner of the bed and said, "My body is eager to continue, but I am not ready for this. I need to make some decisions away from your distracting presence."

L stood up partway and did his odd half-stepping half-jumping move to exit the bed, lightly landing on his feet, the move smoothly transitioning into a rapid walk. He reached the door and waited, not glancing backwards at all, and then, after a few deep breaths, exited through it.

Light didn't see him again for three days.

The next time, Light was brought to the usual bedroom, where L was already present, but Light didn't get chained to the bed. The atmosphere was slightly different, and there were additional objects in the room. To one side of the bed, there was a small table covered with an assortment of bottles of different kinds of alcohol, two shot glasses, and a small box of items that on closer inspection turned out to be lubricants, condoms, latex gloves, and a small vibrator.

L was sprawled on the bed in the exact opposite of his usual posture. L was on his back, his arms and legs spread wide instead of being drawn close to his body. It looked... wrong, somehow. He was staring at the ceiling with a rather glum look.

L said, "The plan is... that I will get very, very drunk, and then we'll be able to have sex for the first time."

Light replied, "What are you talking about? L, we've already had sex. You gave me a hand job. I gave you a blow job. You know, some men never do anything more. Is this time so different that you believe you have to be drunk out of your mind to go through with it?"

"I disagree. What happened three days ago between us... that was not sex. I need sex."

"Do you want me inside you?"

L answered, "Perhaps I'll be the one inside you, but, yes, I require more."

Light sat down on the edge of the bed and traced a finger along L's side. L shivered in response and then began to sit up, one arm outstretched in the direction of the alcohol. Light quickly climbed on top, blocking L's reach with his own body.

"No," Light said, from where he was crouched over L's prone form, "you won't get yourself drunk."

L scowled upward and said, "I'd rather not remember this afterwards."

"You want to get that drunk? If you get drunk now, there's not going to be any fucking. I'll refuse. I'd feel bad if I took you that way, and I know you'd feel bad too."

"You're not going to let me? I had this all planned out."

Light licked along L's collarbone and made him moan.

"We'll do this," Light breathed, "the right way, or not at all. What do you choose?"

I've got him. He can't resist.

Light palmed the growing bulge in L's crotch and said, "You're getting hard already."

The rationality left L's eyes, and all at once he was a warm, hungry, demanding presence, licking and tasting and oh, that mouth and the clothing was coming off, L so impatient he was ripping the buttons from Light's clothes. Light was just barely able to grapple L's slinky form well enough to pull the man's shirt over his head and then they were both grabbing at each other beneath the waist, restlessly, frustratingly. It wasn't enough.

L's pale, slender chest was laid out all below Light, for him to ravage with his lips, licking and sucking and claiming L with marks sucked hard into the skin, like bright red bruises blossoming on the milky flesh. All along, he palmed the warm, firm flesh between L's legs and it twitched for him.

He kissed L's exposed hipbones, delicate arches that showed just above the hemline of L's jeans, and said, "Do you want me to suck on it?"

In response to those words, the bulge under Light's hand was suddenly much harder and larger.

L flipped them both over so he was on top and said, "No, I don't want you to suck it. I'm going to fuck you, for real."

"I'll be on top," Light said, and suddenly they were wrestling, each trying to pin the other, rolling over and over in a tangle of the last pieces of shedding clothing and warm, bare skin.

It was impossible to win. L was slinky, devious, and strong, making the most use of his thin, wiry muscles. When L was stretched out like this naked, not hunched over in baggy clothing, it was clear that the two of them were exactly the same height and nearly the same weight. They were matched and it took all of Light's strength and wits to merely break even. It was soon obvious that L was having exactly the same problem.

Between pants, Light said, "We can settle this... by a contest... whoever is best at... stimulating the other's sweet spot... gets to top."

The struggle stopped instantly, with L technically on top but not trying to hold Light down any longer.

L said, "You think you'll win because you have more experience?"

"Were you a virgin with men before I sucked your cock?"

L glanced away and didn't answer.

"Fine," Light said, "but it doesn't matter. It's a fair contest. You're a fast learner, and, anyway, sex will be better for both of us if the person who gets to penetrate is better at finding and manipulating the sweet spot. I wouldn't be surprised if the one who excels in that skill manages to top most or all of the time in the future."

L muttered, "All of the time seems a bit extreme."

"If the top is skilled enough, the bottom will beg to be on the bottom. He won't think anything of it, because that's how he'll receive the greatest pleasure."

L tilted his head to the side and stared.

Light said, "You don't really know much about this, do you?"

"My education was more... informational than experiential, but I am not entirely lacking in experience. Do not think you can manipulate me because of this. It will not work."

Light smiled and said, "I won't need to manipulate you. I'll prove every one of my assertions to your satisfaction."

At the exact same moment that Light said, "satisfaction," L licked his lips.

I really do have him. I'll make him scream and gasp and beg.

It was a warm, glowing feeling in Light's heart, to have L so eager, so dependant, so ready to be educated. It almost felt wrong, but it was a very sweet feeling. He reached over to the box of supplies and extracted the small vibrator, holding it up for L's inspection.

Light said, "This vibrator is not suitable for anal use because it doesn't have a flared base."

"I wasn't thinking of leaving it in during sex. I'll only be using it when I'm holding on to it, and of course I won't let go."

"Intending to not let go - that's an easy way to have it disappear inside, and then end up at a hospital getting it removed. An excited anus can suck things deep within very unexpectedly."

Light tossed the vibrator to the floor and then said, "Fingers only. Are you up to the challenge?"

L had a latex glove on so quickly that Light could hardly believe it, still struggling to get his own glove on. Then they were jostling, fighting over the lubrication, getting in each other's way as they both tried to reach behind. L was probably doing it on purpose.

"Here, this is best," Light said, and pulled them down into a side-by-side position, lying facing each other.

Light reached between L's legs, and L mirrored his movements. At the same moment that Light penetrated L with a lube-slickened latex-clad finger, L did the same to him. L's finger was fumbling, inexperienced, but Light curled his finger up right into L's prostate, precisely rubbing.

The detective's eyes widened, impossibly wide, and he started breathing more heavily, hitching his top leg up further. L was still fighting it, trying to jab around inside Light, but he was caught, so obviously caught and defeated.

L was striking the right spot some of the time, but Light kept his face free of any evidence of that, allowing L no clues and forcing him to move on.

A thrill of victory ran through Light. It was nice to forget, to be immersed in this new game, this new way to combat boredom. He stroked inside L fiercely, precisely, against that one internal spot and watched L becoming more helpless. Their erections were already close, in that enclosed space between their bodies and Light allowed them to bump together, relishing the physical feeling and the emotional rush of seeing L's reaction to it, ever more needy. His face was beautiful, and Light kissed it.

L gasped into the kiss and spread his legs more, for easier access.

Pressing and stimulating relentlessly, Light mumbled against L's face, "Your sweet spot is right here. Feel that? Can't you deduce where mine is?"

L didn't answer. Where Light was probing, the flesh was taking on a soft, spongy quality, the spot swelling under Light's skilled touches, a kind of internal erection. It was now easy to locate and to stroke, and L reacted beautifully, squirming, gasping, undecided about whether to nibble on his free hand or not, making little half-hearted thrusts backwards towards Light's impaling finger. Light quickly increased it to two fingers, and then three.

L's own efforts were wavering, intermittent, as if L kept forgetting that this was a contest and he was supposed to be competing. L tried to worm in a second finger but failed.

There was a sense of L's hole trying to suck in Light's hand, internal muscles fluttering, undecided about whether they wanted to clench down or to flare open to eagerly receive everything.

It was clearly a victory. He could see the acknowledgement of that victory on L's face.

Light peeled off his own latex glove, inside-out, and threw it into the trash. Then he did the same for L; the detective wasn't very aware of his environment any more, and he had such a tendency to stick his fingers into his mouth.

It's best if it's not face-to-face, considering that L doesn't want to acknowledge this is happening.

Light arranged L's unresisting body on to all fours and knelt behind him, sliding his erection between L's ass cheeks, finding that ring of muscles, all prepared, wet and ready. Light pressed forward. L tensed at the moment of penetration and it was difficult to get even the tip inside. L shivered, looking back over his shoulder. Light rocked in place, not going in or out at all but subtly changing the angle.

"Oh!" L said, "Oh!"

He spread his legs wide, an intense expression of concentration on his face. He shuddered as Light fed in a little more length, L's sphincter spasming wildly at the intrusion.

It wouldn't all fit in, but that was fine. Light began to thrust in and out of the portion he could get into.

Light said, "The key to sex is to turn off your brain."

Unexpectedly, it slipped in all the way and L cried out, loudly, passionately. Further in it was warmer, deliciously warmer and sensuously tight. Light gripped L's hips, resting for a moment and resisting the part of his body that was all too ready to have an orgasm instantly, and then, when he felt he had it under control, he pulled out and slammed back in, hard.

"Ah! Light!"

There were no reservations in that voice any more, and none on L's face. He looked ready to be fucked silly. Somehow, L's body was the best thing that had ever happened to Light. He wanted to pummel it hard, to slam into it, to rub L raw deep within and make him beg and cry out and come harder than he ever had in his life. The desire felt a little insane.

Instead, Light settled into a steady rhythm, as much as he could take, panting, his most sensitive part gripped so tightly by L's internal muscles, that body flexing around him, pulling him deep, almost a sensation of suction each time he pushed in. He wanted to push and push and push, over and over, and he was, the instinctual nature of the process overwhelming him.

To his satisfaction, L was far more deeply overwhelmed. He'd fallen onto his elbows and his whole body thrashed in response to Light's thrusts, wriggling like a hooked fish, often drifting too far forward but then pressing himself back to the vital point of connection.

Light breathed, "You've always wanted me inside you like this."

L didn't bother to deny it.

Light stopped thrusting and almost pulled out entirely, just for the pleasure of watching L weakly gather enough strength into his body to press backwards, seeking deeper penetration and whimpering piteously. Light couldn't stand it for long and soon picked up the same frenzied tempo.

L was drifting forward too much, his efforts to right his body becoming too uncoordinated, so Light hooked both arms under L's stomach and wrenched him backwards. The angle was suddenly better. Light thrust and thrust, feeling L's neglected cock flopping stiffly against his linked arms.

L said, "Please! That spot!"

There was such a sense of life within L, of holding his body and being inside him, and smelling the scent of L, and of sex and arousal all around them, two warm bodies doing just what they were meant to do. L was trembling hard. It was a marvel to see.

L couldn't even hold the front half of his body up any more, arms slumping until his shoulders hit the bed, his neck twisted to look backwards but obviously not really supporting his weight. No, Light was supporting it all on his own arms linked underneath L's stomach.

A finger absently found its way to L's mouth and he sucked on it between gentle bites, not hard enough to leave pink marks. It didn't stop him from vocalizing as Light continued to press in and pull out relentlessly, continuing on his quest to make L come from internal stimulation, to make him like it so much that the cravings would bring him back again and again, begging for more, eagerly opening his legs just for Light to thrust in.

L's ability to use words had collapsed to the simplest statements, only a little more than, "Please," and "Yes!" and "There," and "Don't stop!".

It was interspersed with completely non-verbal communication: long, drawn-out breaths and whimpers and beseeching looks that L cast back over his shoulder.

There was a kind of electricity between them, a warm and flowing sense of bodies joined in more ways that just the physical, actions and reactions so closely intertwined that it felt almost psychic. L's body was a puppet, limp in all ways except for that stiff organ between his legs, his body ready and willing to be played and positioned just as Light wanted, his warm and slippery insides accepting all that Light had to give.

L's erection strained upward against Light's wrists, leaking a mess of pre-cum. L let out a long, low moan, his back arching and twisting, and Light drove into him with unchecked force. L was shouting, shouting louder, some recognizable words but mostly a mess of foreign gibberish or English too fast to make much sense.

It was difficult to feel where L began and where he ended. The blended feeling was getting worse and then Light was dimly aware of the strongest trembles he'd felt yet making their way through L's body, of white liquid squirting out onto the sheets below them, of L's words turning into a moan once more.

It was too much to take and all the excitement began spilling out of Light too, throbbing deep inside L, being milked out of him, sucked far within by L's internal contractions. One of L's feet was visible and the toes were curling and curling again.

Collapsing.

L was collapsing worse than ever and Light was too, still coming, still embedded just where he wanted to be. That body took him utterly, suffusing him with hot bursts of bliss. It was almost too much, that body. It was great, the greatest thing ever.

Light finished and pulled out and blinked, his mood buoyant and tired and satisfied, and they were all in a heap of twisted bodies, arms and legs jutting at all angles. L's face was just out of kissing distance and tears were running down it.

He was sobbing, actually crying. L didn't look sad; it was either happiness or simply an enormous outpouring of emotion, possibly many tangled emotions mixed together. Light could feel that L was damaged somehow. Perhaps he'd always been damaged, and this was simply what happened when L was forced to be real, when his masks were all stripped away and his lies exposed.

L without dishonesty was a different person altogether, but not entirely a new person. Light felt that he had known this person all along. This was the person Light had caught small glimpses of from time to time all throughout his acquaintanceship with L. There had been many brief moments when Light was sure he had been the only one to peek behind L's masks.

This was the real man, L himself.

Light said, "You enjoy my mind working alongside your own."

It wasn't a question, merely a simple statement of fact. They both knew it was true.

It was a long time they were tangled in that heap. L was like a cat, apparently able to relax in the most awkward positions, his long body stretched out, languid and slinky. His eyes didn't shy away from Light's gaze any more. He gazed back, his large black eyes mostly blank, yet with something alive stirring in the depths, a sort of wonderment, a new kind of life.

When Light felt the moment was right he said, "You know I wouldn't try to escape, as long as my prison is reasonably pleasant. There's nothing for me to run to. There's no death note that I could find, I'm sure. There are no followers who would be safe enough for me to trust. I wouldn't be able to return to my family or to college."

L blinked a few times and then simply stared while Light enjoyed the warm weight of L's slung-over arm and leg resting on him.

At last, L asked, "What do you want, Light?"

"I want to work cases with you. I want a larger place to live in, and frequent social interaction. Isolation is cruel and against human rights. You could continue using me as your fuck toy and nothing else, but this would eventually do harm to you. Let's do what both of us want. We're a beautiful team. You know that you can erase the part of me that is dangerous for extra protection as well. Before Kira, I only ever wanted to be a detective."

L sighed and said, "My logic tells me that you are correct, but..." L trailed off, as if searching for the right words.

Light said, "You don't trust me, of course. Do whatever you need, to create a secure environment. I'm sure you already do most of your work from inside very secure environments, so what is a little more security on top of that?"

"Watari will take some convincing, and I will need to give you small amounts of freedom in progressive stages."

I've won!

Light tried to keep the elation off his face, but when he saw L smiling at him, he realized how pointless the old habit was. Of course a prisoner should be happy at the news of a little more freedom. He grabbed the back of L's neck and pulled him into another kiss.

"Mmmmmpphff!"

L's lips tasted perfect, and Light realized that the tension wasn't gone. He wanted to tip L onto his back and fuck him hard. His mouth descended to L's neck, licking there and reveling in L's speeded-up breathing and clutching fingers.

In a very small voice, L said, "Yes. Fuck me."
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