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Fifty Days	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Het-Male/Female > L/Misa Views: 2868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 5: Day Five
Before Misa returned the next day, the pain subsided just enough for L's thoughts to start working toward escape again. Ryuk had admitted there was something L could do, but Ryuk had also stated it would probably result in L's death. However, perhaps Ryuk didn't appreciate L's intelligence enough. L had faith that if he just knew what the secret of prevailing over Rem was, he could likely work out a way to try it without dying in the process.
Another possibility was to bargain with Rem somehow. If he could convince Rem to not kill him and to also let him destroy both death notes, the Kira murders would stop. Rem probably wouldn't let him bring Misa to justice, but, at this point, saving lives was far more important than bringing one criminal to justice, no matter how horrible that criminal was. The problem with that scenario was L had the feeling it would be difficult to convince Rem of anything, and it sounded like Misa wouldn't let him near Light and thus Rem until Light died. Then, once Light was dead, Rem would probably follow Misa but at that time there would be only a 4-day window until the point when Misa might write down L's name.
L thought about what was happening to Watari. He was supposedly being held just like this in another location, with Rem caring for his needs. L wondered if Misa had been torturing Watari in the same ways, and if Watari was getting sexually abused as well. L couldn't imagine Misa trying anything sexual with Watari. It just didn't seem like something she would do. Misa had made comments about how she was grossed out by Matsuda and Higuchi being "too old" so Watari should be far beyond too old from her perspective. Even though Matsuda was actually almost the same age as L, so, technically speaking, L should be too old for Misa if Matsuda was. But, Misa didn't deal in technicalities; she acted from her feelings and perceptions. There were steering forces inside Misa's psyche that L needed to understand in order to get the advantage.
Misa was twenty, but there was something in Misa that was attracted to guys who were teenagers or looked like them. L's looks had made him a target for Misa's sex drive. Perhaps Misa wanted to dominate her partners, even though she acted passive and put on a show of being obedient. She was the obsessed stalker, the woman who wouldn't take "no" for an answer. The only thing Misa wouldn't do for Light was to leave him alone, no matter how much he asked. Now, she'd focused the demanding part of her personality on L.
No, Misa would never sexually abuse Watari, and, even if she did, L couldn't imagine Watari standing for it. The Watari L knew would rather die. Watari was good at escaping, and he'd run off and get killed if Misa tried that. L considered himself. Was he weak, to stand for this treatment, or was he stronger because he chose this instead of death? L felt dirty. Not only did he let Misa do whatever she wanted sexually, he also schemed about how to use it for his own advantage.
It made him feel like he had no value as a person, that his sexual needs were nothing other than a bargaining piece. He was whoring himself out for some kind of advantage he might or might not get. That made him as dirty and soiled as any whore, and it was worse because he'd enjoyed it. She'd given him pleasure, made him come multiple times. She'd made him want it, to want to thrust into her. His body was a piece of meat, an object, nothing more than a sperm factory she pumped for the purpose of getting pregnant. And, he let her do it. He let her.
And yet still, he was scheming about how to use sex as a tool to gain more control over the situation. He had plans that he hadn't really started yet, plans that would require careful unfolding at just the right pace. He would pretend to like it, he would try to make himself like it, for the sake of getting away alive when the time was right and simultaneously stopping Kira for good.
He was tired, though, and hungry. She had starved him at first and then fed him erratically since then. L was used to eating a lot more, and he was used to being on a continual sugar high with plenty of caffeine added in. His mind wasn't functioning as well, and he could feel it. He desperately hoped he wouldn't slip up. He hoped that somehow he would get himself and Watari out alive, and Kira's power permanently destroyed. His body was strained as well. He hated the metal frame he was strapped to. He wanted to sit down, to lie down, so very much.
L fantasized desperately about a bed, a soft bed he could relax in, with clean, cool sheets and lots of pillows. He wanted to stretch out his arms. They were starting to feel quite funny from being held in the same position, and he was getting involuntary twitches in them, jerky little movements that came out of nowhere and suddenly surprised him. On each hand, he could feel his fingers with his other fingers, and he knew his fingernails were growing, untrimmed. Once they got a bit longer, he might be able to use them to saw holes through the cloth of the straightjacket and get his arms free. But that was a trick, like all his tricks for escaping, that he would need to keep in reserve until he had the information he needed.
When Misa arrived for his morning routine, L remained mostly silent, only complaining a bit about the pain still deep within his gut. Ryuk made various comments, but only to Misa. L was never left alone with Ryuk.
Then, after Misa had returned L to his room, strapped him in again, and started rubbing his face and neck, L decided to try a couple of his plans.
L said, "Misa, if you want to get pregnant, I need to be fertile. My fertility will increase if you feed me better and if I'm under less stress. The way you're treating me now, I'll just become less and less able to get you pregnant."
Misa began nibbling on an ear and then breathed hotly into the inside of his ear. She whispered, "I'll think about it."
L said, "Misa, I know celebrities in Japan don't earn that much. It must be a burden on you to pay for places to stay for Watari and myself. I have more than enough money to ease that burden. I can tell you how to get my money. Perhaps then you'll feel comfortable about treating me better."
"You're trying to bribe me?"
"Of course I'm trying to bribe you. Money can solve a lot of problems. We could even forget this ever happened. You'll be rich, and I won't pursue you because I'll know your death god will simply kill me at the first hint of pursuit."
L waited as Misa's hands disappeared and she thought things over. He had just launched two schemes to improve her treatment of him and one scheme that just might end his captivity. L knew he wouldn't really stop pursuing Misa if she let him go. He'd just pursue her with extreme stealth, and he'd try to figure out the critical secret before making any moves that Rem might interpret as threatening. L intended to see Kira stopped, and he wasn't going to give up just because a god opposed him.
Unknown to Misa, the bribery scheme also contained a hidden trap. He'd given her two reasons he might want to bribe her, to improve his lot in captivity and to possibly pay his way out of captivity entirely. This was to help hide the existence of a secret third reason. L had two accounts set up for just this purpose, for the possibility he'd get captured and need to bribe his captor.
Anyone who accessed one account would send a secret message saying, "I'm in trouble, please send help immediately."
The other account would trigger a message saying, "I'm in trouble, but please wait before sending help. If you send help too soon, I'll get in more trouble."
Either message would go to Roger Ruvie at Wammy's House. First, Roger would try to contact Watari. If Watari proved unreachable, Roger would then follow the message's indication for the proper timing, and bring in help from other detectives or from Interpol. L wondered if Roger would consider L's heirs to be old enough to take the case. It was borderline. L had been solving dangerous cases at a younger age, but L was unique. Possibly Roger would allow it, or Mello and Near would find out anyway and override Roger's decision.
And, unless Misa was incredibly sneaky about the way she accessed the bribery account, it would be obvious to any investigators that Misa Amane had been the one who did it. She would be investigated as a Kira suspect, and she probably wasn't smart enough to throw off suspicion. Her only strong advantage was that shinigami. If any detectives tried to go after Misa, they'd need some way of dealing with Rem or they'd die. Although, if they did die, that itself could provide the proof to others that Misa was indeed the second Kira. L hoped he could find a way to keep any investigators alive. If he could get a message out about the exact nature of the difficulty... and he could actually get others to believe that shinigami existed...
Misa interrupted L's thoughts by saying, "I will consider it. Especially the money."
Then, she was climbing over him, straddling his face, and he had to repeat the same oral sex performance as the previous morning, except with blueberries. L noted with satisfaction that he was quite good. He'd learned fast, and now had techniques that could wring an orgasm from her within a few moments, or drive up the intensity level and keep it there until she was helplessly rocking against him, sobbing and begging him to do more of that. He tried to give her the best experience he possibly could, only snagging his blueberries when he was sure Misa had received adequate payment for them.
But, he was disappointed with the blueberries. He knew they were loaded with vitamins but had very few calories. He was desperately hungry, and it would not matter how many he ate. Misa eventually finished with her orgasms and crouched beside him to feed him blueberries with her hands, but L knew, even though their bulk would make him feel full for a short while, his hunger would quickly return once he'd digested a bit.
He tried to start a conversation with Misa about the nutritional requirements for a fertile male, but she said nothing in return. She just gave him another love mark on his neck, and then sat on his knees, sliding her hands under his skirt.
L said, "I'm in pain, Misa, and it's probably uncomfortable for you to have your knees on the floor as you ride me for so long. Why don't we go into a bed? I'll still be in shackles and the straightjacket, so you'll be perfectly safe. You know I won't hurt you or run away. Even if I could do that, it would be more logical to do it on a bathroom break."
Then L felt Misa get up and unstrap him. She plucked at the sleeve of his straightjacket, leading him in a new direction. L carefully took note of the direction and counted his steps. The hotel suite, if that's what it was, must be quite large.
Misa got him onto a bed, which was a bit more difficult than getting him onto a couch, because it was higher. But, once on it, L felt extraordinarily free. He wriggled along, feeling like a human version of an inchworm, pressing his face into the clean sheets and inhaling the wonderful scent. It smelled like a hotel bed. L curled up on his side, knees drawn up to his chest, and an immense relief flooded through him. This was exactly how he wanted to be, and exactly where. In a bed, in his favorite posture.
But, it didn't last long. He felt Misa climbing in beside him, and she was uncurling him. He didn't resist as Misa pushed him flat onto his back and pulled his skirt entirely off, and then returned to clamber up his body. But, he resented it. He resented the way she was just climbing on top of him as if she owned him. He was finally in the nice, soft bed that he'd been fantasizing about, and he wanted to go to sleep or relax alone, not perform for Misa.
L wanted to hurt her. And, then, before he could stop himself, he said, "How would Light feel about you cheating on him?"
L immediately realized his mistake as Misa made a little growling noise and slapped him hard across his face.
Misa said, "You don't have any right to speak that way. I'm not cheating on him. It's impossible to cheat on someone who is dead. He may be walking and talking, but he's dead. He's just a body, a corpse, that follows the script you wrote. Your will is the only thing animating his dead body, and even that will fade in less than twenty days."
L said nothing in reply, and soon he felt Misa sitting on his thighs as she fondled him, teasing him to full erectness. Then, without any warning, she plunged onto him and began riding him fiercely. Instantly, L was gasping and moaning. It was good, the feelings were so good. He hated himself for liking it, but he certainly did like it, or at least his body did. He closed his eyes, even though opening or closing made no difference in what he saw, and concentrated on the pleasure.
She was warm and tight, and the constant movement was building the pressure within him, making him crave that release. And, it was much better in a soft bed rather than strapped to a hard metal frame. Even with the shackles and the straightjacket, he had more freedom of movement than before. He felt himself instinctively thrusting up into her as she moved down, and these acts caused him to let out little animalistic cries. He was being overwhelmed in a rush of instincts again. Something told him to arch his back, so he did, repeatedly, and it was exactly what he needed. Everything was coming together perfectly, building upwards with a hot, heavy pressure, thick and elastic.
She was rubbing his thighs, and driving down onto him again and again relentlessly. It didn't stop. It was just going higher and higher, more and more, until he climaxed inside her, driving himself deep in with a cry of shame and pleasure mixed together. He felt terribly sinful as he spurted his seed into her, an ecstatic rushing feeling moving through his whole body and leaving him spent and tingling in the aftermath. His hips slowly lowered and Misa followed them down to cuddle on his torso, her soft hair fanning out along L's neck, tickling it.
Ugh. Cuddling. L endured it; it was important for the illusion he was building. He pretended to like it, but he was really thinking about the bed behind him, and how much nicer it was than the metal frame. Misa never stopped messing with him, and after a time she had his penis hard again and was riding him in the same way. L wasn't as interested this second time, but it did feel incredibly good, and it was necessary, so he lost himself to the pleasure once more and tried to come as fast as possible. Before he knew it, he was trapped in the rising pleasure again and emptying into her as she praised him for being so good and helping her make a little Kira.
When for the third time she started coaxing his penis to life, L decided it was now time to try another of his plans. He rolled onto his side and, in his trapped-worm kind of way, moved against Misa as if he were making out with her enthusiastically. He kissed at her, even though she wouldn't let him kiss her face because of her own juices still all over his mouth and chin. L kissed her body instead, and after some rooting around, he found a nipple and sucked it into his mouth, hardening it and eliciting moans of approval from Misa as he rolled it around with his tongue and lips, massaging hungrily.
He squirmed against her and let out a breathy whimper. Then he said, "Misa, I really do think I could fall for you. You're making me feel things I've never felt before."
L rocked his hips against Misa, putting real feeling into it, letting his lust shine through.
He said, "You were right about my virginity. I needed to lose it so badly, but I didn't know that truth until you showed it to me."
Misa was wriggling against him in return, running her hands up and down his body and breathing faster. L could feel her accepting his sweet lies. Her body language, the relaxed feeling in her muscles, the pattern of her breathing, all spoke of acceptance. He was telling her plausible things, and she wasn't rejecting them.
Then, L decided to take it to the next level, as far as he dared to take it for the day. He nuzzled along the side of Misa's neck, nipping slightly, and then, in a husky whisper, he said, "Misa, I want to be inside you. I want to be the one making love to you, thrusting on top. I'm significantly taller than you, so I think if you lay down underneath me I can place my head above your shoulders, leaning my head against the mattress, and use it to prop myself up well enough to thrust into you, since I can't use my arms for that purpose. Will you let me do this?"
Misa made an affirmative mumble, so L started blindly trying to position himself as he'd described. Misa helped, and then he could feel her legs wrapping around his hips. He didn't know where her vagina was, but Misa grabbed his erection and positioned it just right, so the tip was starting to nudge in. At that moment, L felt a wave of panic just like the one he'd felt just before Misa took his virginity. He suddenly wanted to wait, to back out.
L squelched that feeling deep down inside him and conjured a fantasy to make it easier. L had used sex dolls a few times. He could afford the expensive models that were made of latex and looked realistic and had jointed skeletons, not those cheap blow-up dolls. L had found sex dolls to be creepy and not very satisfying. But, compared to the creepiness that was Misa, sex dolls weren't bad at all. L imagined that Misa was simply a realistic sex doll. If she made sounds or moved, it was because she'd been programmed to. If she was warm, it was because chambers within her had been filled with heated water. There was nothing alive about her. She was just a tool he had bought to relieve his sexual tension.
With that fantasy fixed firmly in his mind, he was pressing inward, being sucked into her tight wet heat. It was so inviting inside her. Misa, his little robot, his doll. He smiled as he pumped in and out, her ankles scrambling in a desperate rhythm along his back and pulling her up into him. It was nicer to be on top. He could indulge his instinct to thrust much more fully than when he was on the bottom trying to arch up into her. He let himself go into his passions once more as he plunged into her over and over, her inner walls sucking deliciously at him on every outward movement, the angle just right with this position.
Misa, he knew, was the perfect fucking machine for him. He pictured little mechanisms inside her that massaged him through her walls, seeking his pleasure, his sweet release. The head of his penis felt particularly engorged, swollen and sensitive this time. Each movement sent jolts through it. L whimpered in excitement as he learned how to thrust in this position and began building up a steady rhythm, faster and faster. It felt very good, so good he would have climaxed by now if he hadn't already been emptied so many times already.
Then he felt rhythmic pulses around his erection as Misa twitched underneath him and let out a high-pitched cry. Misa had never come when she was on top. Maybe she did like to be dominated, controlled, despite her sadistic behavior. She wanted to be underneath. L carefully considered how to profile Misa as a criminal. He was good at that skill. If he could classify her well enough, he could more easily predict and control her actions. But, it wasn't foolproof even if he did it right. He'd profiled Light perfectly, but even so, most of their battles had been stalemates.
Misa struck L as the sort of criminal who was a rabid follower, the sort who had no real direction of their own, but wanted to latch onto someone else's power and take orders. Misa had little sense of self-worth. She wanted to find power, strong power, and bask in that shadow, becoming powerful by association. Her own power wasn't good enough no matter how strong it might be. Misa was determined to be a sidekick. She had seen Light as her god, and with his downfall, she was likely to be on the hunt for a new god, a new master.
L knew that, if he played his part just right, Misa might see him as a candidate for that next best thing she was always seeking. After all, when not her captive, L was an extraordinarily powerful person, an immensely rich, extremely intelligent man who commanded respect worldwide and could get all kinds of police organizations to lend him help, as well as his underworld contacts, the ones like Aiber and Wedy that he'd captured and rehabilitated to serve his own purposes. L could do just about anything he pleased. L had the kind of power Misa craved, and he could give her more attention than Light ever had.
With these thoughts in mind, L continued driving into her, increasing the pace of his rhythm, creating steady waves of molten electricity that were cresting higher each time. He was going to come hard, he could feel it. It was going to be much better than expected for the third time in a row. He fiercely pictured the mechanical doll underneath him, shaped exactly to please and coated in latex.
There were no consequences to this. It was just masturbation. A collection of mechanical parts could never get pregnant or be mean and hurt him. Then, the feeling was rising fiercely and so fast within him, and just as it overtook him with rippling, twitching, helpless ecstasy, he pushed so deep into the doll beneath him that it should split her seams, emptying there inside her. He could hear himself moaning and shouting a few words in English, but he didn't even know what he'd said, and he could feel the sweat running down his face, collecting where his forehead was pressed to the mattress.
Misa cuddled him for some time, but he remained firmly in his hazy fantasy of Misa being a robot, and he was more interested in the bed beneath him anyway. He curled up in his favorite position and sighed in relief. It felt as if Misa had cuddled him for a long time when she got up and left. He supposed he'd done a good job of pretending to actually be interested in her, or she wouldn't have cuddled so much afterwards.
He didn't ask her why she'd let him stay in the bed. If he didn't ask, she might not reverse her decision. Then, she was back with a warm, wet cloth, and she rolled him onto his back. He opened his legs and let her clean him off, and then he felt her slipping a skirt on him. The fabric of this one felt different. It must be a new, clean one. Once it was on, he curled up again, and Misa didn't touch him, so he drifted off to sleep.
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