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No Idea	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 2754 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 4: Too Cold
When Light woke up, he was handcuffed, in a holding cell. He had lost, definitively lost, but he was too proud to give up. He'd never give up. How had that bastard L managed to have enough willpower to do this? Light's heart was breaking. He loved L so much; he wanted to have a life with him, a real romance. If only L would come into his cell and hug him and kiss him and fuck him, just once, then he could die happy.
But, no, now L was nothing more than a voice disguised with electronic modulation that was piped into his cell. A voice that tried to get him to confess everything, a voice that sounded smug, pleased. How could L possibly be happy about this? His heart should be breaking too.
Light pleaded over and over for love, for mercy, but L's voice just came back again and again with the relentless questions until Light had told him everything about his crimes as Kira. Then there was the trial, and the execution by lethal injection. As Light felt his consciousness slipping away for the last time, his thoughts were of L, a fantasy of cuddling him in bed, like they used to do when they were chained together, when Light had been innocent, and L was so sweet and soft and warm. When L would kiss him back hesitantly and gently.
Afterwards, Light's consciousness came back slowly. Was he in Mu? He couldn't tell. Everything was completely dark, the same blackness whether he had his eyes opened or not. He couldn't move. He struggled, and it felt like straps were holding him down. Lots and lots of straps. A cold, hard surface was behind him; it felt like steel. This didn't seem like an afterlife. Light began thinking that he must have somehow survived his execution. That could only mean... L had done something. L had faked Light's death, taken him away. It was the only thing that made sense. L had succumbed to the supernaturally-induced love and saved him, and now Light would have an entire life to spend with L.
At the thought, Light's heart started beating faster as every fantasy he'd ever had about L came rushing into his head at once. Kissing, romantic moments, L in a dress, and so many different varieties of hot sex. It was all going to come true now. Light was getting hard thinking about it. The waiting was almost over. L would have no reason to hold back any longer. L knew Light was Kira and he knew Light was now completely harmless. L had also chosen to keep Light as his very own, so he obviously wanted to do something with him.
Light called out, "L, hey L! I'm awake!"
There was a delay of a few seconds, and then the darkness gradually began getting lighter, very, very slowly. It was still hard to see, but Light was getting the sense that he was in a huge room, something the size of a school gymnasium. In the dimness, he could just barely make out a figure walking toward him. It seemed to have L's characteristic slouch. Light could hear a slurping sound. L was eating sweets?
Then the slurping stopped and Light could hear L's voice saying, "I'm sure you can figure out what happened. The world thinks you are dead, and you'll be my personal prisoner from now on. Someone as smart as you could probably escape eventually, but your face is now more well-known than any criminal in history and you'll be quickly killed if you do that."
"I understand," Light said, "and I wouldn't run away even if I could survive. I'm in love with you, L. I want to stay with you."
Light heard a couple more slurps, and then L said, "I know. I've been observing you and testing you for quite some time. I believe you have it very bad for me, and you are extremely desperate to consummate our relationship. Your sexual control is lax and your sexual needs are severe. I believe your feelings for me will not go away. I only returned them weakly for months, but you never wavered at all. This means I can control you; I can get you to do what I want. You'll like it."
This was... scary. In the dimness, Light still couldn't really see. He had a feeling like anything could happen. And, the way L was talking, it just wasn't right. L didn't know about the supernatural compulsion they were both under, he didn't know about Carminious. Even while confessing everything about Kira, Light had managed to keep that secret. Light was supposed to be the one using that knowledge to gain an advantage over L, not the other way around. L had gained his knowledge about the depth of Light's love through deduction. It wasn't fair. L had been living a lie, testing Light ever since their love had started.
L said, "I had been hoping you were Kira for quite some time, so that I could do this, so I could get you as completely mine. Now, you have to do things my way. If you refuse, I can hold out longer than you can, and there won't be anyone else available to relieve your sexual tension."
Light felt a rising panic within him and struggled against the straps holding him down. This version of L was aggressive and dominant, crackling with the same kind of energy and presence that Light had felt in the helicopter. This was the L who had climbed into his lap and forcefully shoved fingers down his throat to make him vomit, and then made sure he was sentenced to death by lethal injection.
Light said, "Why are you so desperate for control? Look, I'll let you be seme half the time. That's fair, isn't it?"
In a bored monotone, L said, "No, I'll always be seme. Kira doesn't deserve to be seme even once. But, that's not why I wanted to capture you so completely. You see, I'm deeply in love with you, and I had to be sure you wouldn't leave when you found out my secret."
There were a couple more slurping sounds. Every time Light heard that noise, it sounded more and more sinister.
Then L continued, "Actually, I'm so kinky that nobody has ever wanted to have sex with me a second time."
L... wasn't a virgin? And, he was really, really kinky? Where was the hesitant, prudish L that Light had learned to envision? Light cursed himself inwardly for the deal he'd made with Carminious. What had he gotten himself into? But, there was no backing out now. Light could feel it within him. His love for L wouldn't let him reject the guy, and Light's sexual needs were already past the breaking point. Light would beg and plead for whatever weird sex L was willing to give him.
The dimness was lifting just a bit more. Light could barely make out some walls now, all at a fair distance, and all were covered with many objects; countless things hanging there. It was possible to make out L slightly better too. L was holding something delicately in one hand, and further down, Light could see a grayish silhouette of L's erection in profile, the very first time Light had ever seen L hard. Light quickly tried to calculate his options. He was willing to do anything to have sex with L, and L had already deduced that. But, there was still a chance to gain a limited amount of control. Light could try to fight a bit, try to bluff.
Light said, "Both of us are smart. We can work something out. It's true I'm desperate, but I'm not as desperate as you think I am. Let's compromise. We'll discuss the type of sex you want and the type of sex I want, and then we'll create a scenario with something in it for both of us."
"No," L said, "we will do things my way or not at all."
L's tone of voice sounded so childish, so smug. He knew he had control of the situation. Light wanted to break free of his bonds and go over there to throttle L. And then, when he'd choked some sense into him, they'd kiss, and cuddle, and declare their love for each other, and proceed to have some kind of normal sex. Light gritted his teeth. No, such fantasies were useless. He needed to stop having fantasies about L and think his way out of this situation.
Light said, "Listen, L. Before, you were afraid that you might scare me away with your true sexual desires, so you presented a demure, gentle version of yourself. I fell in love with that, not with the way you're acting now. If you're not willing to even compromise a bit in sexual matters, you'll scare me away. I'll fall out of love."
Light held his breath and hoped. What he'd said was a bluff, but it was reasonable. If he could just get L to agree, then Light wouldn't be completely powerless in the relationship. Otherwise, he'd become L's permanent sex slave, a submissive little uke bound helplessly to L with the unbreakable supernatural compulsions created by Carminious.
L said, "You will agree to submit to my sexual desires exactly the way I want, or you will get nothing."
Light stayed silent. He didn't trust himself to say anything in reply. He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he'd just agree to be L's slave forever and ever. Light waited. His need was so intense. But, this was his only chance to get a little control over the situation. He had to hold out. He just had to. If L could muster up the willpower, Light could. But... the thought of waiting yet longer to consummate their relationship... it was tearing Light apart inside. He couldn't stand it. It was an unbearable, throbbing need. An itch that had gone completely unscratched for far too long. Light wanted to scream and cry and beg L to fuck him.
There were a few more slurping sounds. Yes, in the gray dimness of the room, Light could see that L was licking at something long and thin he held delicately in one hand. L waited, as if he knew that every passing moment was breaking Light's control even further.
L said, "I came here today to have sex with you. But if you don't agree, I'll just leave you alone for a couple of months and see what condition you're in on my next visit. I'm sure you'll be completely compliant then."
The dimness began fading to black again, and Light could hear L's steps retreating. Light screamed out, "No, I'll do it. Whatever you want. Just come here and fuck me please."
Fear, desire and intense relief mingled inside Light. His heart was beating incredibly fast. He'd just agreed to be L's sex slave, his unconditional sex slave. There was something very exciting about giving up control so completely like that, and he was finally going to get exactly what he'd been aching for, that elusive need that had tormented him for months. The darkness began changing to that gray dimness again, and Light could barely see L walking toward him once more, slurping and licking at something indistinct held in the fingers of one hand.
Gradually, the dimness brightened into normal indoor lighting, revealing a large, gymnasium-sized room with all sorts of devices hanging on the walls and various tables and swings and weird frames with restraints scattered about the room. Light could also make out that he himself was strapped to some kind of especially weird metal frame, a sphere-shaped thing with him at the center, tied down firmly to a flat stainless steel surface about as long and wide as his body. But, it was L that really grabbed his attention, and not just because Light was in love with him.
L was wearing some kind of weird bondage outfit, and licking at an orange popsicle that was rapidly melting, the sticky liquid running down his fingers and hand. Black leather straps criss-crossed L's body, forming a complex outfit that looked almost like a harness.
The black of the leather complemented L's black hair and black eyes perfectly. It fit him so well. Some of the leather straps were studded with rows of small silver-colored spikes, or had complex metal latches attached. L approached closer. Light was scared, but he was also getting turned on by his fear. So many intense emotions were warring inside him at once that the result was all of them feeding into his libido. The throbbing need between his legs had never before been so painfully inflated, so desirous of being touched. He almost wanted to sob and cry from the sheer force of his sexual wants.
L began tapping the buttons on a control pad mounted next to Light's head, something Light could barely make out in his peripheral vision. A motor within the frame stirred to life and the surface Light was strapped to flipped over twice and then rotated, so he was precisely vertical but upside-down, facing L. He felt blood rushing to his head from the position, but plenty was still fueling the massive erection between his legs.
L said, "The thing you are attached to is an agitator of the same type that astronauts use to train for space, so they can build endurance against vomiting. It can put you in any orientation I choose, and it can rotate and spin in very complex patterns at high speeds."
Then L came within reach. Light could see L's erection right in front of his face, so he leaned his neck forward as far as the restraints would allow and used his tongue to snag it into his mouth. Then he began sucking it as best he could, but there was little he could do with the small range of movement he had. L was still in complete control, and Light couldn't even deep-throat if he wanted to unless L moved closer. And, since Light couldn't really move his head much, if L did move closer, Light would be forced to deep-throat.
L gave a little satisfied sigh and said, "Not too bad for a beginner. But, I have plenty of time to teach you properly. It looks to me like I could make you come with just a touch."
With that, Light felt an incredible shock, a wet, cold tongue, cold he supposed from that popsicle. It started at the base of Light's penis and licked upward in one smooth motion. L didn't take Light into his mouth, but there was something so incredibly erotic about the action, and Light had waited so long for this one touch, that when L reached the tip Light suddenly came with an explosive force. He was spurting, and then spurting more, and then impossibly he was still continuing to empty over L's face, as if all the cum from months of sexual neglect had decided to burst out at once. Light shuddered at the pleasure of it, of L finally, finally touching him sexually and making him come. The pent-up release was unbelievably good.
Then L withdrew his penis from Light's mouth and knelt down, at eye-level with him, though L's face was right-side-up and Light's was upside-down. L's face was completely cum-splattered, and some of it was even in his hair. L leaned in and said, "Clean it."
Light licked every last bit of his cum off L's face and hair. He made it into a kind of sensuous kiss of L's entire face, biting and sucking, slurping enthusiastically, swallowing every drop of his own essence. L waited patiently and did not really kiss back.
Then L stood again, and Light managed to snag L's erection into his mouth once more for some limited-range sucking. L seemed largely indifferent to it; he was instead interested in what he was doing between Light's legs. Light suddenly felt an extremely cold, extremely large object sliding inside him. Icy-cold meltwater shed from its sides as it was inserted, running down Light's butt and belly. The thing was a freezing agony inside him, a cold so intense it felt like burning, and he could also feel the melting liquid slowly dripping down deep within his body. L had put the popsicle in him!
Light squirmed and moaned. It was unbearably cold, it was ice, literally ice. And, it was too large. It felt like it was tearing him up, splitting him in two. It was well-lubricated from its own melting, but as L plunged it in and out fiercely, that wasn't what Light was worried about.
The intense burning cold and the size, much bigger than a finger, and the way that L wasn't trying to be gentle, these all combined into sheer agony, interrupted by a few little spikes of pleasure as L brushed by the right place deep inside. Light desperately wanted to tell L to stop, but he couldn't, he just couldn't. He needed to get laid, even if it was like this. So, he kept sucking on L's erection and enduring the painful intrusion in his bottom, just hoping it would get better and he'd be allowed to come again before L left for the day.
The popsicle made a weird, incredibly painful twisting motion inside and then paused its incessant plunging, and at the same time L pushed forward all the way into Light's mouth, gagging the back of Light's throat and suddenly releasing. Light swallowed over and over, drinking it all down.
L moved back a little bit and Light started to release him, but L said, "Keep sucking. I'm multipli-orgasmic. I stay hard no matter how many times I come, until I decide I'm done. I told you I wasn't even slightly impotent."
Sure enough, as Light continued to mouth L's penis, he could tell it was as hard as ever. Light could feel L pulling the popsicle out, but, strangely, the burning, unbearable cold still seemed to be inside him, and moving deeper than ever before. Light whined at the pain of it. Then L said, "Looks like it broke off. Oh, well, I'll just throw the rest away. Now you're filled with lubrication, and I might have numbed you a bit too."
Then L was withdrawing himself from Light's mouth, and working the controls so that Light was right-side-up and then reclined back to horizontal, as if he were lying on a narrow table. L climbed up on top of Light, crouching over him. Light was very scared.
He was going to be penetrated, he was sure of it, and by something larger than the popsicle. He hoped it would feel good. At least L's cock wouldn't be burning cold, but Light did still have that chunk of orange-flavored ice within him, painfully working its way about, digging deeper into more sensitive regions that just weren't prepared to deal with it.
Then, L was using the metal clips on his harness-outfit to attach himself to the same metal surface Light was strapped down to. However, he had more range of motion. Light was almost completely immobile, with arms and legs pinned, but L's arms were free and he could slide his entire body up and down against Light's body, which he proceeded to do. Light was hard again, and the friction of their erections together was simply delicious.
Light closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations and fantasizing about a kind, gentle L who would cross dress for him and let him be seme some of the time. Light was trying to ignore the bitter pain of the freezing lump deep within. Then, just at the height of the fantasy, when Light had L in a French maid's outfit bent over a table and ready to be penetrated, looking up at him with round, innocent eyes, Light felt a savage pain in his butt and screamed in pain. L had entered him in one motion.
L didn't stop at the scream but continued thrusting hard and fast, and Light knew he couldn't complain or L might go away and that would be unbearable, beyond unbearable. Light closed his eyes even tighter and tried to block out the pain, concentrating on the pleasurable feelings that surged within whenever L got the angle just right, and the way Light's heart fluttered at having L so close, at L really, truly wanting him.
Their romance was finally starting, and this really wasn't too bad. So what if L was rough and kinky? Light loved him anyway, with a desperate love, a blinding need. Light had been worried for a bit that it would be worse than this.
Then, Light heard L working the buttons of the control panel next to Light's head, and suddenly the platform they were on started spinning and doing complicated looping movements in place at the same time. It was like being on a rollercoaster; no it was worse than that, ten times worse than the most extreme rollercoaster Light had ever experienced. Light felt like his insides were in one place and his body in another, his insides always trying to catch up to where the rest of him was. The centrifugal force was enormous, and kept changing angles and direction. The urge to vomit was building and building.
All through this, L clung tenaciously to Light, held down by the straps of his harness, looking like some demented monkey, thrusting away vigorously, each thrust like a line of fire digging into Light's gut.
And still, there was that icy knot deep inside, tormenting Light with a different kind of pain at the same time, and the pain and the nausea and the sharp jabs of pleasure were all combining into one nightmare feeling that was sick and good and crazy and horrible. Light felt something rising within him, but he didn't know if he was going to vomit or come. The outside world was a whirling mess that Light couldn't focus on; he had to avert his eyes or it made him feel even sicker.
L said, "If you puke, you're going to clean it up with your tongue."
Light nodded, and used all his willpower to fight the feeling. He would not, absolutely would not vomit and then be forced to lick L clean. He closed his eyes hard and tried to shut out the sensations of movement that were upsetting his tummy so badly. He succeeded only partly. He felt like his senses were under a total onslaught. There was complete sensory overload of every kind, and the painful prodding within him was pressing him further and further toward some goal.
Then, Light had an unexpected orgasm, it hit him very suddenly and at first he thought he was going to puke at the same time, but then all the nausea and motion sickness somehow changed course and channeled its force into the orgasm. The orgasm itself was intense and good and bad all at the same time, Light being jolted by combined waves of pain, pleasure and extreme nausea, and a terrible sense of guilt and failure that he had allowed this to happen, allowed L to get him off in such a sick way.
He felt like a terrible dirty pervert. L had been able to out-deduce Light and press his advantage in the situation. L pushed his head against Light's shoulder, and his own muscles seized as he released inside Light. Light could feel the hot liquid pouring inside him, canceling out some of the extreme cold.
L didn't stop but kept going, poking and prodding endlessly with his hot hard length, and now he was singing softly to himself in English. Light took his focus away from resisting vomiting long enough to try to translate it inside his head, and he realized most of the words were ones you didn't learn in English class, but every student knew them anyway.
L was singing a very dirty song to himself. Light noticed the internal pain was becoming less. That lump of frozen popsicle must have finally entirely melted, and perhaps L's constant rough reaming had widened the hole a bit. But the nausea was worse than ever. Light tried to focus on the pleasure and fight the urge to puke, but it was getting worse and worse.
Still, he didn't want to tell L to stop. L was his master now, and Light couldn't risk the punishment. If L left him alone... no, no, Light could never let that happen, he couldn't even chance it. Finally, the endless whirling nightmare seemed to be coming to a close, as L came one more time, then withdrew and turned off the motor.
The platform they were both attached to continued its wild gyrating motion for a time and then slowly came to a standstill. Light felt like he was still spinning even though he knew he was still. L waited for a bit, then unhooked all the metal clips, disengaged, and went off in an unsteady, drunken walk toward the nearest wall. Light glanced over at that wall, and saw L studying rows upon rows of objects, many of which Light couldn't even identify, but he could see whips and chains and dildos. L wasn't finished yet?
As if in reply to Light's thoughts, L said, "Well, the foreplay is over. It's time for the main event."
L selected a large green dildo with several bends in it and turned on a switch on the bottom. It emitted a noise like a quieter version of a chainsaw and began twisting wildly. Light really hoped L intended to put that thing in his own butt, not Light's. Even from this distance, it looked twice as thick as L's penis. It was not the sort of thing a considerate lover should use on a first-timer.
But, L was not considerate. He was the one who dished out pleasure and pain, as he chose, and Light just had to take it, because he'd been completely owned. Light was L's tool, L's little uke slave.
Light could now see a part of the room that hadn't been visible in his earlier position. A gray-and-red pile of... something caught his eye. It was sitting on a stainless steel table and was lumpy and furry and dripping and with little pink bits sticking out here and there. Light's eyes widened in shock. What could L possibly be planning to do with a pile of dead rats? It looked like all of them were headless, their heads neatly chopped off, blood oozing from their necks down onto the furry bodies below.
But the chainsaw-like sound was distracting Light's attention. He turned his head to see that L had nearly reached him. Up close, the dildo was terrifyingly large, covered with bumps and twists, wildly gyrating. Light realized he was helpless, utterly trapped. Light wouldn't tell L no, not ever.
It was impossible to want to dump L, even over something like this, and L was right about his greater sexual control making him the dominant one in the relationship. If Light had to choose between no sexual attention and this type of sexual attention, he would submit to L's kinks. He could never outlast L when it came to sexual deprivation. Light's months of confinement together with L had shown him that.
Light closed his eyes and gritted his teeth as he felt L positioning the giant dildo for penetration. This was really, really going to hurt...
A/N (Author's Note):
Well, several readers indicated that chapter 4 could not possibly be the last chapter even though I had thought it was. So, I've added an epilogue. I hope this resolves everything!
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