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Not an Angel	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 3629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 4: Lovers

As Light went to work, sitting on a chair with a long wing draped across his lap, he said, "Are you in pain any more?"

It was a few long moments until L spoke, and when he did his voice was completely devoid of that trademark toneless quality.

"It doesn't hurt, no, but I'm so weak I can barely move."

Light continued working along the length of the wing, cleaning each section in short brisk strokes in the direction of the feathers, squeezing out the mucus-laden soapy water into the correct bucket, and then using the rinsing sponge to follow, until the feathers were glossy and almost glowed.

During the process, his suit became soaked, and plenty of water dripped down everywhere, but that would be easy to deal with. The floor and walls had already been lined with moisture-proof tarps in anticipation of the worst-case scenario: some kind of bloody explosion. The tarps would make further stages of the clean-up easier, as well as fitting into the cover story about painting the ceiling.

As Light worked, he was already planning further how exactly to manage the event. The strips of discarded skin would need to be gathered up from the floor at some point, probably reduced to ashes within the apartment, and then flushed down the toilet. All the blankets would need to be washed, the tarps wiped down and put into storage.

And then there was L himself to deal with. Educating him was the right track to take and would probably turn him into a Kira-supporter rather quickly. And yet... and yet... there was always the lurking question of how fast L would catch on to the holes in the story he'd been told. They were subtle holes to spot, to be sure, and spotting them required more knowledge than L presently had, but, eventually, there was no doubt about what would happen.

L would figure out Kira's identity. L would know that Light Yagami was Kira, that Light Yagami had always been Kira. The only unknown was how much time it would take for the revelation. A few weeks? A couple of years?

If L began rebelling and educating himself in secret, it could be very quickly indeed.

Light finished with one wing and started with the other, efficiently cleaning each section as he moved further towards the tip. L helped very slightly, by lifting that wing a little instead of letting it droop limply. It was somehow exciting to at last see proof that L knew how to move them - that they weren't just dead appendages.

Light couldn't stop planning. Scenarios that had been building in the back of his mind half-formed for days were coming to the forefront, completing themselves into elaborate and beautiful schemes.

Yes, L was dangerously perceptive. Despite all the precautions taken with carefully constructed half-truths, it would still be a better situation to dispose of him quickly. L was careful about mentioning names or lifespans, and he wasn't yet in a position to kill an attacker because of a human he loved. Besides, the lifespan would need to be about to run out for that to even make sense, and L would need to own a notebook too.

There was another route to try, though it was littered with unknowns. Light was already imagining it quite vividly. The biggest thing in its favor was that Ryuk was a prude. It seemed likely that Ryuk hadn't mentioned the no-sex rule, or had perhaps mentioned it only in an oblique way. In any case, L still didn't seem to quite realize what sex was.

Did the no-sex rule apply to L presently? And, was that rule one of those that resulted in death for the shinigami?

In any case, the opportunity was too good to waste. There was nobody else around to stop it, nobody to find out. L was weak enough that this time might be the only time in L's life that there was any possibility of forcing the issue, if it came to that.

Light didn't think the situation would go so far that physical force would be needed. Grooming, enticement and trickery would be the best route to take. If L didn't quite understand what was happening, if he thought he'd asked for it...

The questions about anatomy could be used as the perfect excuse to start something, and then make it look like L's fault if things went sour.

Yes, that was how many human rape victims thought of their experiences, if their rapes weren't based in physical violence. It made sense to think that the same principles could be applied to a shinigami who seemed nearly human in most characteristics.

This way, if L objected to the advances, the sex could probably happen anyway and if he lived through it, he'd think he'd been giving confusing signals and was personally at fault. Light Yagami would emerge from the experience blameless and clean, without a vengeful shinigami determined to destroy him.

But L probably did want it. He had a libido, he resented keeping his hands to himself, and he'd expressed as much interest as someone who didn't know about sex could express. He should be easy to genuinely seduce, with the trickery held in reserve as a back-up plan.

Light finished cleaning, dumped both buckets into the toilet, and returned with a hair dryer. The wings dried quickly, soft and wonderful to the touch, slightly lighter in color than they'd been wet. The striking patterns especially stood out, ranging from a very pale golden that was nearly white to a rich caramel color, and every shade in between those two extremes.

Would L be able to shrink down his wings into little shoulder-poufs of feathers at will, or was that ability only for more advanced shinigami? Ryuk wasn't around to ask. Light didn't want it to happen anytime soon, though. L's large wings were very interesting in their present shape and size.

Light found himself fantasizing fiercely about an L who rejoiced in the sex, lived through it, and went on to eventually become a perfectly educated Kira supporter. L could be such a magnificent specimen, a perfect Kira's angel. Powerful, beautiful, intelligent and with supernatural skills, yet always under Light's heel, dominated so thoroughly and subtly that he wouldn't even realize it was domination.

The image of L as Kira's pet, a leashed and obedient angel, using his abilities for Kira instead of against... it was an unbelievably delicious thought.

Light placed the hair dryer on a nearby table and sat down at the foot of the bed, bringing one of L's feet into his lap. It was slippery with sweat as Light stroked it, massaging gently and, catching a strange faint scent again, he brought his moist hand to his nose and breathed in. It was spicy smelling. He snuck a tongue out and tasted it.

It was nothing like human sweat. There was an odd, pleasing taste, somewhat like cloves. After sampling it several times and rolling the flavor around in his mouth, Light decided that, yes, cloves was the closest earthly taste to it, though it was also slightly like cinnamon.

Spicy sweat!

Humans get salty sweat, and shinigami get spicy sweat? Well, Ryuk doesn't sweat at all, so perhaps this is another peculiarity of very young shinigami.

L will be delicious to lick.

Light could feel his body already preparing for the consummation of his plan, his underwear getting uncomfortably tight. It was perfect and acceptable for his body to be so in tune with his plans.

He said, "L, I'm going to take off my clothes now. They're too damp, and I would like to show you some things. I'm sorry for not managing to get you an anatomy book. I'll get one soon, but, until then, let me make it up to you. Some of your questions are easier with live bodies and demonstrations."

"Thank you, Light. I don't know if I'm strong enough to sit up yet."

"Don't bother. Stay there, and keep your bandages loose."

Light caught himself, on the verge of asking L to spread his wings out to their full extent, but, no, that was an irrelevant detail. Even the idea of bringing it up felt a bit silly.

Light discarded his clothes in every direction, eager to start. He crawled up L's body, until his face was hovering over those two very pink, round globes, with only a few loose strips of bandages draped across.

However this goes, I must make this good for him. If he truly consents and lives, it'll make him more eager for future encounters and I can gain an emotional hold over him. If this goes into... non-consensual territory, his pleasure will make it easier to convince him that it wasn't my fault.

Light said, "I'm going to use my mouth to make you feel better. It might be kind of odd at first. Please stay still and don't resist."

It was easy to push the few bandages out of the way. Light's heart was beating quickly, his mouth approaching. He ran his tongue across the right buttock, savoring the clove/cinnamon taste of L's unnatural sweat, approaching his target slowly, and then, as L shivered and moaned underneath him, he put a hand on each round globe and spread L's cheeks, half-surprised to see that there was indeed a beautiful, rosebud-like pucker nestled deep into the crack.

Light steeled his mind, reminding himself that L did not eliminate wastes as humans did. L was like Ryuk, eating but never eliminating, a magical bottomless pit of a stomach. Rimming L was completely clean and would be an excellent technique for convincing him of the pleasure inherent in this part of his body, and it was also a necessary trick for if L should survive and ever want to reverse positions.

Yes, L would wish to be on top. It would be just like him to try that. But if L could be convinced that rimming was a necessary prelude to anal, he'd never be able to top. He didn't have the proper taste buds to rim a human.

With those delicious thoughts held in mind, Light closed his eyes and licked his target directly, tasting nothing except a hint of cloves/cinnamon and feeling the circular muscle dilate and close, winking slowly under his quick tongue.

L's breathing was getting heavier and he was squirming. Light pushed L's legs further apart and lay comfortably between them, attacking his target with wet strokes, alternating between long and short, smirking into L's ass as the sphincter's movements became more erratic and uncontrolled.

Wind blew around Light as L flapped his wings hard twice, sending papers swirling off of high shelves.

"Ah... ah..." L said, "is that... is that sanitary?"

Between licks, Light said, "Does it feel good?"

Secure and smug in the knowledge that L did enjoy it, that everything was proceeding exactly as planned, Light couldn't help but hoist himself up on his elbows and add, "Shall I continue?"

L barely got out the words, "Yes, please," and then Light saw a glimpse of L, perfectly framed between those wings, biting his pillow hard, fingers dug into the sheets and twisting, forehead damp with the special sweat that would be so delicious to lick right off. It was difficult not to lurch forward and penetrate him right then.

Resisting the urge, Light plunged his tongue inside entirely, into that warm, tight hollow that opened wide and squeezed shut in uncertain flutters as he fucked it with his tongue.

Inside L, it tasted exactly like kissing a mouth, smooth and wet and inviting.

I haven't even touched his prostate yet, and he's already like this. He's helpless.

Determined to make L even more helpless with pleasure, Light slid one hand underneath L's belly, searching, and almost immediately found a penis there under L's body, engorged already. L's hips made a little jump at the moment of contact. Light's fingers curled around the shockingly warm weight of it.

Light stopped rimming just long enough to say, "I am holding your penis. Have you been exploring it on your own?"

After a small moan maliciously provoked by Light's further licks, L replied, "I've... uh... I've found that it changes size but I can't get it to do anything else."

Perhaps he is one of those guys who can only get off to wet friction. Well, it's about time to get the lube anyway.

"Stay here," Light commanded.

It was difficult to pull away from L's warm, quivering, eager body, but Light managed to do so, bounding into the bathroom and snatching up a tub of petroleum jelly. It wouldn't do for a human partner, with its tendency to eat microscopic holes in condoms, but for a marvelously virginal and clean L it was the perfect long-lasting, thick anal lube. Rimming alone probably wasn't providing quite enough slickness for a pleasurable first time.

Light returned to find L rocking from side to side on his stomach, hips snapping just a bit, subtly rutting against the covers and with a finger adorably in his mouth as he glanced back over his shoulder, wings raised.

If this kills him, I've solved the L problem permanently.

If it doesn't kill him, he'll have more of a bias towards being my ally.

Either way, I win.

Panting, Light crawled into his earlier position, this time with fingers nicely coated, and he began giving L's penis the wet friction it must crave, provoking an immediate loud moan. L's entire pelvis starting rolling motions, pushing up into Light's hand, again and again. Light resumed the tongue-lashing of L's asshole, sinking his tongue in as deep as possible and then, when he could, replacing that tongue with fingers that he curled exactly into L's prostate, making the shinigami pant, moan and jerk helplessly.

Light wanted, wanted so much to suddenly mount L and start fucking him without any warning, but he couldn't quite bring himself to do it.

As if he were giving an order, Light said, "I'm going to place my penis inside you now."

L let out a shaky breath and in a low monotone said, "Okay."

A shiver worked through L's body from one end to the other. Light coated his penis liberally in petroleum jelly and mounted him, pushing forward, getting a faceful of wings just when the sensitive tip penetrated L, then stopping as L's muscles spasmed hard, making progress impossible.

Light spoke into the feathers, "Shhhhh! If you relax it will feel extremely good soon, I promise."

L seemed to believe that, and in a few delicious lurches Light was able to press his cock all the way in, completely seating himself in L's warm, slick, trembling insides. Something about the process was incredibly heady, Light's mind spinning, unable to focus. He felt as if he'd never been quite so hard in his entire life.

All he wanted to do was to drive his stiff rod forward, over and over again. The instinct was almost too overwhelming to ignore, but he waited, rocking just slightly in place. Light ran a finger along L's back, right to the upper part where the wings were fused to L's skin. It was especially pink just there and L moaned deliciously as Light fingered the area, feeling the place where bare skin suddenly gave way to an expanse of short, fluffy pinfeathers.

Suddenly L's insides felt different, more open, and Light took that as his cue, pulling back and slamming forward twice in succession, trying desperately not to come too early. It was still very, very tight. It felt better than Misa ever had. Feathers fluttered in his face, sweeping across vigorously and tickling, as the wings suddenly beat.

Light was almost ready to thrust again when L was suddenly incorporeal, and Light fell through his body to the bed below, overlapping him, with no feeling of L at all. He craved it, missing it intensely.

Light said, "That's not how you do this. Come back!"

With a strange twist over and through him, L flipped Light onto his back.

L was suddenly on top; solid again, straddling Light's stomach, wings spread widely. For a moment Light panicked that he was about to be penetrated, but his fears calmed when L raised up and reached for Light's erection, pressing it into himself bit by bit, panting and moaning as he struggled to impale himself.

When at last he succeeded, they both stared at each other, breathing hard. L had even more of that strange otherworldly sweat, running down his face and sticking wet locks of hair to his forehead, his stare intense. Light twitched his hips upward and a surge of bliss went through him as L moaned in an almost painful-sounding way.

This has to be good for him. L must become attached.

"L, is this, is this nice?"

L slid upward and then down, making Light grit his teeth to resist his impending orgasm.

L said, "It is strange, but... ah... I'm certainly interested."

After another experimental slide up and down, L grabbed Light's hand and placed his slippery fingers on L's erection that was highly visible, poking out through the extremely loose bandages.

"Stroke," L ordered.

The touch was magic. L responded to the hand rubbing his dick with a stronger erection and with watery pre-cum dripping out from the tip. After a few moments of the treatment he began hoisting himself up and down in a steady rhythm, thrusting Light's penis deep into his insides and then nearly out again, adjusting the angle, learning on each thrust, breathing hard and slowly.

And all the while he was staring into Light's eyes in an intense, maddening way - a frank, open, innocent, lust-crazed gaze that Light couldn't get enough of.

It suddenly occurred to Light that L was still alive, and it was good, a relief to think of L continuing to exist, not crumbled into sand. At last tamed and converted to the correct side, L would always be helping Kira. He would be in his proper place.

L's wings were spread widely as he slid himself up and down on Light's engorged, sensitive dick. It was like being covered by an angelic canopy arching above, the perfect view for when a god should have sex. Light was trembling from the strain of holding back on his orgasm, but L must come first on this important first encounter. Making L feel good was according to the plan.

In a surprisingly even voice, L whispered, "Did we do this when I was a human?"

"Yes," Light lied.

It was easy to say it, something that just spilled out of his mouth. Light stared up into those intense eyes, innocent and yet old, and L continued to ride.

"I... need... more," L said.

Light sped up his hand motions that had somehow slowed, almost forgotten, and L was trembling again, his downward thrusts uneven. A loud whimpering escaped L's lips and increased in volume, his wings flapping, the tips of the feathers sweeping along Light's sides and leaving goose bumps, and Light pumped and pumped with his hand until L let out a loud cry and began ejaculating.

Feverish and trembling, Light held up L's hips and fucked up into him relentlessly as L continued to whine and sweat and spill his own milky-pale fluid in further spurts.

He was so warm. Perfect and warm and clenching rhythmically inside in a way that was really too much, too much to handle, and then Light closed his eyes and came deep inside L, pushing, pushing, pushing everything he had into L in throbbing waves of hot bliss, unable to stop, unable to catch his breath. It was like the perfect completion of a plan, the best rush ever.

L was collapsing onto him, around him, limbs and wings tangled up and blankets and sweet-smelling sweat and loops of bandages with no end or beginning sprawled out everywhere, warm damp stomachs slipping together, and it was better than Misa had ever been.

L kissed him with hesitant lips, a slow, almost chaste gentle touching lingering on Light's lips, and then said, "That was a kiss," softly, in a wondering tone.

Light squirmed around, trying to find a perfect position. He could see the long strips of bandages receding, all pulling back towards L's body. L's hot breath was on his neck, L's chin resting on his bare shoulder, L's hands stroking along his torso, curious, exploring. Light was pulled into those very strong arms, enfolded and deeply snuggled, so that he was lying on his side while embraced from behind. The bandages were once again tight and form-fitting on L. One wing hung over both of them.

Light was acutely conscious of L's larger size. It was odd, almost a feeling of being dominated while cuddled.

L mumbled next to Light's ear, "I'm feeling very relaxed. It is as if I had increasing irritability over time, and then that irritability was all taken out of me with what we did. Especially at the end when I exuded that white substance."

"Semen," Light mumbled, though he wondered if that's what it really was. L's sweat wasn't a normal substance, so perhaps his semen wasn't either. Was it capable of getting a human woman pregnant? Would it, perhaps, taste like frosting?

L suddenly said, "What is the name for the activity we just did?"

"Sex."

"Ah," L said, "certain things make more sense now. The dictionary is rather obtuse on these subjects. This is 'afterglow,' isn't it?"

"Yes."

"And we are lovers."

Light's stomach lurched at that thought. L was just a quick fuck, an experiment that had to be tried. But, then again, there was a significant bonding potential in being thought of as lovers. And it would be something fun to indulge in. Watching L squirm underneath - yes, it was a very good way to pass the time.

Light said, "We are lovers, but we won't be in the future unless we keep it a secret from Misa. She can't know. It would hurt her enormously."

L sighed and nibbled along Light's shoulder, then said, "Are the feelings reciprocal?"

"What?"

"You said it would hurt her, and I'm experiencing a distressingly similar sensation. I keep remembering her kissing you and the mental image is causing evil thoughts in me. I'm evil to think these things about her. She is nice, and she cared for me, and she gave me cake. She talked to me when I was frightened and wiped my forehead with a cold washcloth. She hasn't done anything wrong, and yet I wish to insult her and make her cry. These thoughts are very disturbing to me. I should be willing to share, shouldn't I? I'm suddenly overwhelmed with possessive emotions about you. Would she think these same thoughts about me if she knew?"

Oh, that kind of reciprocal!

Light said, "That's jealousy. It's an emotion that happens in situations-"

"A love triangle?"

"Yes."

"Hmmmm. Certain of the things I've read make more sense now. Logically, I know it is wrong to do anything to hurt her, and yet I am still experiencing these evil urges. What is the solution? If we both have sex with her at the same time, would it make everything better? I read women have two holes, so I could imagine how-"

"Misa wouldn't go for that. Also, technically there are three holes including the urethra, but that one can't be used for sex."

L snuggled closer and said, "I thought you might say she would refuse. Then it must be that the only solution is for me to police my behavior and to keep the secret?"

"Yes"

"I will be especially nice to Misa when she returns from Hawaii. She won't suspect a thing. Until then, I want to enjoy you fully."

One of L's spidery hands crept downward and poked at Light's soft penis.

"Not yet!"

L hugged Light close and said, "How long until you can stick your penis into my asshole?"

"It's... a variable time limit."

"Perfect. Then we should test my new body."

L sat up and loomed over Light, grinning.

L said, "I want to learn how to fly, where there is plenty of room. Let's go outside to a good place!"

A/N (Author's Note):

Well, I have something to admit; no big surprise here for those who know my habits: I mis-estimated the number of chapters and now I think there will be two more (for a total of 6).

Next chapter, a little more plot and some smut, plus a cameo from a very minor Death Note character. After that, the last chapter (basically an epilogue) to wrap everything up.
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