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Let\'s All Be Friends Together	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3233 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 4: Changed

The next big step had been quite unexpected. L had truly believed that the talk of quick freedom was nonsense, a mere psychological technique, but then Light entered his room one day and announced, "L, this is the day. You'll be let loose soon, probably in just a few hours. Now you're going to be quiet for a while, while I explain things."

L stared at Light. He didn't know what to say. It seemed unbelievable, but the truth of the matter would become apparent before too long.

Light had a gag with him, a large rubber ball to fit between the teeth and straps to be tied behind the head. He brought it close and knelt down by L's head. Panic welled up inside L and he wanted to scream and curse, but he stayed silent.

"You're not going to be allowed to talk while you have this on," Light said as he forced the ball of rubber into L's mouth and then fastened the straps behind L's head. With the ball gag on, L could breathe noisily, and he could grunt, but he couldn't form any words.

What is the point of this, other than humiliation? If anyone outside could hear what goes on inside this room, there would have been trouble for Light before this. It's a sound-proof room.

Light got closer than L expected him to get without Rem's assistance, putting his legs partially under L, pulling L's head right onto his lap. Light called out to Misa to let out a bit of slack, so L could twist around into a more comfortable position. The fabric of Light's trousers felt rough and almost overwhelming. To be touched this way, without being held immobile by Rem, was a tremendous shock. L breathed noisily and shifted in place nervously.

Light leaned over, and he was saying something, talking and talking. L had the feeling that it was all very complex and he struggled to pay attention. His breathing was getting much faster.

Light's words were pouring into L's mind, but he couldn't grasp them while they were there. They poured out again, going somewhere, and he couldn't remember what Light had said even moments before. L shivered. His entire body felt weak and strange. Sweat was starting up on his forehead and running into his eyes, and as that hypnotic voice droned on, his entire body was sweating and shivering, becoming drenched.

L didn't move a hand to wipe the sweat from his eyes, though the chains were by far slack enough to do it. An unwillingness to act pervaded his entire body, soaking in deeply.

I am drugged? Or has my name been written? Or is it only the side effects of long captivity?

Light's hand moved down and stroked L's face, brushing damp strands of hair away from L's eyes. L breathed around the ball gag. It sounded very loud to his ears. The shivering was turning into shaking, getting worse. L closed his eyes and couldn't tell if Light was still talking or not. The physical world felt very far away, imbued with a strange sense of disconnection.

Some time later he felt very cool fingers on his face. His eyes fluttered open and he focused slowly, seeing Light hovering over him. He felt Light removing the ball gag. L wanted to hit him but a strange lassitude had come over all his limbs. Instead he lay there, limp and breathing hard, watching Light leave and then return with Misa and Rem, bringing towels and a sponge and buckets of clean water and soapy water.

L could feel abnormal amounts of sweat all over his body, soaking him, dripping. It seemed good that they should wash him and get the grime away.

He closed his eyes and let them wash, not lifting a finger to help them, and not fighting them even though the chains were slack enough for that. The only time that even a few thoughts entered his mind was when they washed between his legs, and he felt the warmth of his growing arousal. He tried to picture the shinigami to shrink it, and it was then that he realized that either Light or Misa rubbing him there was a very interesting thought, far more interesting than it had been before.

The only one of the three he wasn't attracted to was Rem. His previous uncertainty about whether he was attracted to Light or not was completely gone.

The sponge soon went elsewhere and he tried to forget about it.

L was surprised when they finished cleaning and brought him a blanket. The softness of it as he pulled it over himself was gratifying, a wonderful fuzzy weight slipping over his skin. It had been too hard to be exposed all the time and he almost wanted to cry from the relief the blanket gave him.

Light leaned close over him and said, "This is only the start of what you'll be allowed. If you are good, there will be clothing again, and some freedom within this building. We'll give you freedom in steps and see how it goes."

Misa was settling in next to Light, cross-legged and with a book and a dish of ice cream. L eyed the ice cream but didn't feel hungry. He was exhausted, every muscle in his body profoundly weak. Even lifting one finger was an effort, and so he let them arrange his body as they wished, draped over Light's lap and with his head snuggled against Misa's hip, still covered in that wonderful, marvelous blanket.

"We're going to start this slowly," Light said, "and if there are any issues, we'll lock you up securely again for a little while."

Start this? What is he going to start?

Misa said, "There aren't any more problems. You're okay now, L. I know you're strong enough to get through this part."

L looked up at her. She opened the book and began reading. It was quite obviously a detective novel within the first few paragraphs. Their warm, clothed bodies felt nice against him. He stretched out, slipping an arm around Misa's waist. She didn't even pause in her reading.

L said, "What do I need to be strong for?"

Light stroked along L's hip on the outside of the blanket, a soothing motion, and said, "Don't worry about that part. It's important not to strain your mind right now. Let it be occupied by the book or by pleasant thoughts."

Misa paused her reading just long enough to say, "We adjusted our methods. We know you won't have a nervous breakdown like Matsuda did."

Light said, "Misa! There's no need to alarm L about things that won't happen to him."

Misa continued reading.

L's heart was suddenly beating fast.

L said, "How is Matsuda now?"

"He's fine," Light replied, "he's getting treatment and he's recovering quickly. The mistake we made with him won't happen with you. You're the most important one. That's why we left you to be the last, so we could perfect our methods first."

L wondered why he wasn't using the slack in his chains to try to strangle them both. They were well within reach. A terrible fear grew in his gut, clutching at him, suffocating him. He was all at once thrashing in their grasps and they were both clinging to him, pinning him down.

Light said, "L, stop it. Be calm and pay attention to the book."

Suddenly, all of L's fight evaporated and he let them push him into the same position as before, with his legs and hips draped across Light's lap and his head snuggled up against Misa's hip. Light stroked along L's side constantly as Misa read and ate the ice cream slowly. Each stroking movement calmed him more, and Misa's eating was hypnotic as well. Repeating patterns, cycles for the mind to latch on to. It was all good.

A sort of lassitude settled over L. He was nearly certain his name had to have been written, though there was also a small chance that all this was due to some drug or to the effects of long-term captivity.

He didn't really care.

Having contact with their bodies was soothing and fulfilling. L wanted to touch them more deeply. There was an underlying excitement, an anticipation of what might happen now that things were changing. The chains might go away entirely. He realized that he couldn't stand the thought that both Kiras might withdraw and leave him alone again, untouched, un-snuggled. The two of them were important anchors for his equilibrium.

He could feel an erection beginning to swell underneath his blanket, not too far from where Light's hand was stroking his hip, and he considered their earlier offers. His pent-up sexual needs were simply too much to ignore entirely. He knew he was going to masturbate furiously if they left him alone with the chains still slack, but there were certainly other options available.

L allowed his hand to trace the edge of Misa's miniskirt while his eyes watched the rise and fall of her chest just where the slight swells of her breasts were mostly contained by her top, just a bit of their soft skin visible above the lace border. She smiled slightly as she continued reading.

L let his fingers creep just inside her skirt, tracing her thigh, and this movement did make her words falter a bit and her breath speed up. He wanted to tear off her top and run his tongue across each nipple. The hardness between his legs was rapidly becoming unbearable and he felt strangely obscene and eroticized this way, being completely naked except for a blanket and chains.

He ventured a bit deeper under her short skirt, twisting his body more into her lap to reach better, his erection surely becoming apparent to Light with the movement. There were panties this time and he traced their lacy contours with the tips of his fingers, shivering, wanting.

The reading stopped.

Misa smiled a deliciously evil smile and said, "What do you want, L?"

L said, "I want to... to lick ice cream off of your tits."

She wasn't objecting at all, and he was slithering further into her lap, his breaths coming fast, the metal cuffs cold around his wrists and ankles, tipping her backwards onto her back and doing just as he'd imagined, ripping her top down with a groan as he saw those breasts spring free and he needed, needed.

He dumped the dish of half-melted ice cream across her tits, watching her shiver in the cold and seeing goose bumps spring up, watching the scoops slither in different directions, one sliding away and dropping to the quilted floor, another settling just between her breasts and he licked it, savoring it, drawing the scoop partway into his mouth, controlling its movements.

The melted portion smeared her entire chest and he rooted around, slipping his mouth away from the scoop to lick it, tasting the slight salt of skin and working up gradually to one nipple, watching her face get more intense as he slowly, slowly neared it. Teasing Misa was difficult. He wanted to sink his stiff rod into the warmth between her legs with no wait, to rut furiously until his climax overtook him. But it was better this way, to watch her responses, to make things much sweeter.

He hooked two fingers through the crotch of her panties and yanked them down, letting his hand return to fondle the moist folds, open to the air of the room. He could feel the blanket slipping mostly off of him and Light pressing up from behind, a warm weight draped across his hindquarters.

L took Misa's nipple into his mouth and made her gasp, sucking harshly. At the same time, his fingers began venturing inside and they moved back and forth in the slickness as his dick ached to be there instead. Misa was getting wetter fast, her inner muscles clenching on him. He felt Light's cold, ice-cream-slickened hands slipping underneath his torso, one cupping his balls and the other curling around his engorged, dripping penis.

Everything there was enormously tight and heavy, responding instantly to Light's slight movements.

L groaned and dropped his head to between Misa's spread legs, pushing up her mini-skirt entirely and taking that nub at the top of her folds between his lips, sucking gently and then massaging it with long licks as his fingers continued working inside.

It was only a few licks until she arched her back and gasped out an orgasm, twitching underneath his tongue and around his fingers. He could barely stand another moment.

L said, "I'm... I'm going in, Misa."

The husky tone of his voice surprised him.

And then one word stopped him, as Misa said, "No."

From behind, Light said, "We're still open to making the same deal with you. You can have exactly as much penetration as you get. If you let me inside you, then you can penetrate Misa."

"Earlier, you both offered me a blow job with no conditions at all."

Light said, "That was while you were still chained."

L used his wrist to rattle a chain as he said, "In case you haven't noticed, Light."

"You'll be off the chain today," Light said softly.

L's penis throbbed, chilled and stimulated but not enough. Light's hand curled around but was mostly slow, simply not up to L's needs.

L lowered his face to between Misa's legs and breathed hotly directly on her clitoris, making her shiver.

"Please!" he said.

He hated to beg. His entire being rebelled against it as soon as he'd said it. Yet, there was something about them that made him crave, made him beg, and it wasn't the scheme of killing them any more. That old scheme simply didn't matter. Every touch of their bodies was immensely gratifying and he wanted more. It was unthinkable to be without them.

L collected his thoughts and said, "It's been over three months. You made me miss Christmas, and Misa's twentieth birthday. You owe me something better than this... tease."

"Well, I wanted to bring you presents and cake," Misa said, "but Light told me you'd use them as weapons or to escape and hurt yourself."

L ventured to say, "And why, exactly, aren't you afraid I'll hurt myself at the present time?"

Misa said, "Silly! You wouldn't do that now."

Light grabbed an additional bit of ice cream as he said, "To make it up to you, L, we'll have an extra-big celebration for my nineteenth birthday in a few weeks."

The ice cream was brought underneath L's body, and its cold substance was smeared all over his cock in torturous strokes, making him gasp in pleasure and discomfort. He almost forgot the questions lingering in his mind, but that was fine. He really didn't want to deal with them yet. It was more pleasant to be in the present moment with Light and Misa. L let out an involuntary whine, his urges almost unbearable, pleasure and frustration mixed together.

L heard the sound of a wrapper behind him and swiftly turned his head, expecting to see a condom, but instead saw Light unwrapping a small lollipop and popping it into his mouth.

Light sucked and licked, his lips and tongue moving sensuously, and L wanted to feel that mouth on him, manipulating his most sensitive parts.

With a popping sound, Light removed it and then said, "This looks wet enough. Don't worry; it's small. Now, don't move."

L closed his eyes and rested his forehead on Misa's thigh, unsure of why he was obeying. With one of Light's hands still cradling L's penis, the other hand was suddenly slipping between L's ass cheeks, the wet lollipop brushing up against his sphincter and causing it to tighten as it brushed along the outside once, twice, three times, and then suddenly plunged in smoothly and wetly.

L was instantly overwhelmed with a number of sensations and thoughts at once, as Light began to swirl the treat in place and tug gently on the stick. It was strange and intruding, a feeling of 'things shouldn't go there' and yet it was also arousing, immensely stimulating, sending a jolt directly to his cock and making it more erect that ever, hard and sensitive in Light's grip. L clutched Misa's leg and whimpered, unsure of whether he wanted to start snapping his hips in rhythm to get the most from Light's movements, or whether he wanted to force the lollipop out of his body entirely.

"I promise you'll like it," Light said, "when I fuck you. It will feel even better than this lollipop."

L said, "I haven't agreed to your penis being inside me."

"That's your final answer, then?"

"Yes. It is."

The lollipop was withdrawn with a wet noise, and L immediately missed it. It had felt good. His asshole tingled, wanting more.

Both Light and Misa slipped away, getting to their feet.

They really might leave!

Panic constricted L's chest.

"Don't go. Please don't go. Please!"

I'm pathetic to beg this way.

He grabbed onto Light's retreating foot and his emotional stability returned, the panic mostly subsiding. He wanted to be touched and cuddled and fucked. His entire body shivered, and the thought that they might go away still lurked in his mind, a horrible possibility.

But just spreading his cheeks for Light immediately was still not something he was willing to do.

L said, "Aren't we friends? Both of you lied to me. You constantly offered me a blow job and now you're refusing to fulfill your obligation."

Misa said, "That's right, Light! We owe it to him."

"Well, he's covered with dried ice cream now. We'll need to clean him up again."

And then Light called in Rem to help, and unlocked all four cuffs. L wiggled his hands and feet, squirming on the quilted floor before suddenly springing up eagerly, and then crowding close to Light and Misa to get the skin contact he craved so much. Their bodies were warm and comforting.

They pulled at him, and he was docile, letting them lead him by the hand with no resistance. His erection bobbed furiously as he walked, each motion an agony of pleasure, of wanting. It was a great heaviness between his legs that needed to be released. He barely noticed that Light and Misa were shedding their remaining clothing rapidly, leaving it in a trail to be picked up later.

He felt almost in a daze of pleasure as they pushed him to the showering room and stationed him under a water nozzle. The spray of warm water washed down his body as their bare, slippery skin pressed all around him, sliding and rubbing and wriggling, and they'd picked up wash cloths somewhere he hadn't noticed and they were vigorously scrubbing every bit of the food mess away, rubbing until his skin was pink, and he leaned into every immensely soothing touch.

Before L's mind had quite registered that the cleaning part was over, the two nude beauties had dropped to their knees in front of him, four hands sliding around his intimate parts, and two mouths, taking turns in a complex ballet consisting of alternating between sucking on the swollen tip, long licks starting at the base, and slurping open-mouthed kisses along the side.

There were railings to brace himself against, and he clung furiously to them, almost too aroused to stand on his weak and wobbly legs. He was sobbing in relief, as the world narrowed down to nothing except those two mouths working relentlessly on him and the building pressure in his groin.

He wanted to cry out, "Don't stop! Don't stop!" but his throat was closed up from all the humiliating begging he'd already done. Besides, there was the unbearable thought that any outburst like that might spur them to stop, that this entire sex act might be just another tease.

Every lick brought him closer. He closed his eyes and whimpered and the mouths only worked more relentlessly in response, so warm and wet and with increasing pressure and he wasn't quite aware of Light and Misa as people anymore, but only as a series of hands and mouths that gave him exactly what he craved, helping him, rewarding him.

Someone put a finger inside him, curling it just so, and he suddenly exploded in a trembling peak of ecstasy, opening his eyes to see his dick pop free of Misa's mouth and the semen squirting over both of them. The finger inside twisted and the next squirt was more, with a new intense pressure that made him let out a little growl. His legs were shaking as he released.

He panted hard and became aware of the railings in his hands, and Light helping to support his weight, as the last spurt weakly dribbled out, his climax spent.

It was beautiful, the white splatters evenly sprinkled across both their upturned faces. The sight was incredibly erotic, with Light and Misa soaked and naked and on their knees, Light's hair slickly plastered to his scalp, Misa's wet hair clinging in long strands to the edges of her face, her shoulders, and her neck. Both of them were panting almost as much as L himself was. They were just outside the spray of water, so the semen stayed where it had landed or oozed downward just slowly.

Light pulled a finger out of L's ass. L started laughing. He was shaking and laughing, and he didn't think he could stop. They were both supporting his slumping body, his feet almost dragging on the floor as he stumbled along, trying to keep up with them. They dragged him through the warm spray again and out the other side, then patted him down with towels as he sprawled on the floor, laughing still, lazy-feeling and relaxed and yet the shaking wouldn't go away.

A sudden very sober feeling came across him and his laughter stopped. He grabbed Light's shoulders hard and said, "You have to tell me what you did. Am I dying?"

Misa pet his wet hair and said, "Shhhh. We would never kill you. You're going to live a very long life, L Lawliet."

His stomach clenched at his real name, even as badly pronounced as Misa had said it. He knew all that it meant. It was the true spelling that was needed, not the true pronunciation, and though he'd suspected they'd had his name all along, this was a particularly unpleasant confirmation.

"You have killed me, then," he said, feeling miserable and yet somewhat disconnected from it all, still reaching out to both of them as they continued to dry, loving the feeling of their warm bodies, the sensation of closeness.

"No, we haven't. You'll be fine," Light said, and kissed him.

It was very gentle, just a soft momentary brushing of lips, but it was for some reason far more intense than any of the previous kisses.

The lingering questions drained out of L's mind as they helped him to his feet, draped in towels, and then, one on either side, took him back out into the hallway. He held hands with them as he walked, feeling a strange reluctance to let go.

Though L hadn't asked for a tour, Light took him to all the identical doors along the hallway and opened them, showing the now-empty padded rooms and explaining that everyone else had been let go. Then they took him to the mysterious stairwell, going both up and down to other parts of the building, some of which were high-security, but many of which were quite home-like with living rooms and kitchens.

There were entertainment rooms full of televisions, video games, music listening devices, card games and board games. There were well-stocked pantries full of every kind of food L liked. There were even two exercise rooms full of equipment, and an indoor tennis court.

Last of all, they showed him the upstairs shared bedroom with a large bed where all three would sleep, and the closets full of clothing, including sets and sets of L's preferred clothing, the exact sizes and brands correct.

By that point he was very agitated, questions swirling in his mind again, distinctly centered on the panic that had overtaken him each time one of them had let go of his hand for a few moments. He was almost numb as they helped him to dress in his usual outfit, although some part of him was very happy to have clothing again. Mostly, he missed the comfort of their bodies, the sense of intimacy.

As soon as they finished dressing him, L pulled both of them to the bed. He was desperate for close contact, closer than the touches of hands or of arms slung around shoulders. He wanted their bodies pressed completely against him, tangled together. He was almost sobbing from relief as he crouched over Light in bed and hugged him, linking his hands behind Light's back, and felt Misa snuggling close to both of them, slipping her arms through the gaps between their bodies.

L pushed Light right down and pulled Misa with them, rolling over into a better position, tangling all their legs together and trying to get more and more contact until at last his body calmed down and he could think again, settled directly between their two bodies, sandwiched effectively with their living, breathing warmth infusing him with stability. Misa's breath was hot on the back of his neck as he squirmed between them, staring at the ceiling and then out a window at the darkened sky and glowing street lamps.

L said, "I am not trying to escape, or to harm you, or to contact those who would arrest you. I am also having strange reactions. You say you haven't killed me, and I can only conclude that you are either lying or you have recently discovered some method of control that does not result in death."

Light answered, "We have preserved your life by controlling you in certain ways."

"That doesn't match with the information from Yotsuba. Either an intended victim is not affected at all, or they cannot survive beyond twenty-three days. The shredded paper Wedy retrieved said so, and there was never any pattern in Kira's killings that could have proved a deviation from this restriction."

Light said, "We used a very unusual loophole, and we tested it on plenty of other people before you. You're used to using loopholes. You know that any system of rules has loopholes and breaking points."

"How does it work?"

Misa answered, "We're not telling until you've completely chosen our side."

L pressed closer to Light, tracing a hand along the contours of Light's hip, and said, "What measures of control have you imposed on me?"

Light said, "I've given you as much of your own free will as I can allow in these circumstances. There are some choices you'll never be able to make, or will only be able to make under certain conditions. In other ways, you're programmable, to a degree. Beyond that, you'll make decisions exactly as you would normally."

"How do you program me? Will you write more instructions after my name if I misbehave?"

"No, everything that can be written there is already written. There's a time limit for writing down the details of death."

"Of death? Then you did kill me. When will I die?"

Misa said, "Not for years and years. You'll be really old! We've only taken one day away."

Light said, "We didn't pick an arbitrary point in old age for you to die. You see, there's something Rem never told you about the shinigami eyes. They don't just show a person's real name, but also a person's remaining lifespan. When I discovered the loophole that lets me kill a person without any regard for the 23-day rule, I realized immediately what this meant. I could control people for their entire lives, only killing them shortly before they would have died naturally."

L shivered at the thought, as things clicked into place in his mind, all the little hints and pieces of information he'd heard forming a frightening whole.

He said, "This is your new plan, Light? You'll stop killing criminals and start controlling everyone so that crime becomes impossible in the first place?"

"That's the ultimate goal," Light said, "but considering the many ways it could go wrong, I'll start small and gradually expand, perfecting my plan stage by stage and working out the bugs on smaller scales. By the time the entire world is affected, the system will be flawless. Everyone's name will be written, and everyone will sacrifice one day in order to create a utopia where crimes never happen."

Light propped his body up on an elbow, clenched a fist, and his eyes gained an odd, fanatical glitter, his voice rising as he added, "I'll gradually develop an army of controlled followers who will write the names and details of death, with all of them being unable to betray me or the cause. I'll start with a number of crime-ridden cities around the world as my first test cases, expand within a few years to controlling all the citizenry of five or six of the most crime-ridden nations in the world, and once I'm completely sure that no flaws are left, within thirty years I'll manage to develop a system where everyone has their name written in early childhood and the world becomes pure!"

Light's rather frightening face was a bit too close, and L leaned back as far as he could without cutting off the body contact he needed so much.

L said, "Light, has anyone ever told you that you have an overly-dramatic way of talking about your plans?"

Light simply blinked as if nothing had happened and said, "Well, what do you think?

Insane. Deranged. Fanatical. Obsessed. But why does Light Yagami care what I think? Isn't he above seeking my approval?

L answered, "Why one day? Why not a few seconds? Or perhaps an hour at most? Individually, I suppose a day is not much and everyone wastes a day or more of their lives anyway, but you are still killing them and overall it adds up to a great deal of potential time."

Misa said, "Because the numbers that show the lifespan are according to the shinigami calendar, and that's a little bit imprecise according to human time, especially if you don't specify a particular time zone for the person to die in. To make sure that we don't write down an impossible time of death and ruin all our work, we give it a day's leeway just to be safe. We could probably make it safe with less than an hour's leeway, but Light prefers plans that can't ever go wrong."

Light said, "L, you're not really saying what you think. You're picking at a largely irrelevant detail. What do you believe about my improved plan? I promise you won't be punished or locked up again for disagreeing."

After a few moments of thinking, L answered, "It seems to me that a self-appointed ruler of the world ought to have some humility and an absolutely impeccable moral code."

"Then it shouldn't be you, L."

"I'm not the one who is trying to rule the world. I have realistic ideas about my own limitations. If anything goes wrong with this, if the murder notebook-"

Light corrected, "The death note."

"If the death note ends up in the wrong hands, or if the slightest mistake is made in how people are controlled, it could be the worst sort of unending nightmare for humanity, instead of your imagined utopia. How would you stop people from murdering? How would you define murder? By forbidding murder, would you make self-defense impossible? Would you strip people of the right to genuinely feel their own emotions and have true self-determination? If you write that people will obey the law, then what happens if an unjust law is passed? Will you interfere in the course of politics, and if you do, then what will make you different from any other despotic ruler? People have a right to true democracy, to decide their own politics and laws regardless of what Light Yagami thinks about it."

Light said, "I've already considered many of these issues in great detail. People will only be controlled the minimum amount necessary to prevent them from performing any major crimes. Emotional abuse, verbal violence, bullying behaviors, and the softer crimes such as tax fraud, embezzling or being a con artist would be impossible to stop with my plan, because in order to stop those kinds of actions I would need to establish too much control over people, and they would lose their free wills. These sorts of problems may even increase greatly as evil people try to find some way to express their evil. But it's worth it, isn't it? A world where no major crimes can happen is still a true utopia."

L muttered, "The entire plan would be a management disaster waiting to happen. There are too many issues to keep track of, even with an army of loyal followers doing all the grunt work. A single paperwork mistake could doom a person to an early death, or to a lifetime of having no will or of engaging in bizarre controlled actions."

"The way we'll arrange everything, the chance for that will be minimized. It will happen once in a while, but that's a very small price to pay for a world free of all major crimes. Every layer of management will be literally unable to betray us, and it will be set up so that the system continues to function exactly the same way forever, each generation of leaders selecting intelligent heirs and controlling them just as I did, so that they'll keep everything running according to the same rules and principles. Unlike a system based on mundane checks and balances that could be infiltrated or betrayed from within, this system is based on supernatural controls and so it can stand forever, changing the world."

Leaning his head back, L stared out the bedroom window from an upside-down viewpoint. He couldn't see the stars against the darkness of the night sky because of the light pollution from the city below. He could see streetlamps, sides of buildings, and a portion of a street that was entirely empty at the moment.

All those people out there somewhere, they didn't know of the momentous decisions being made for them inside this building that resembled any ordinary building. L felt sorry for them. They had no voice, no way of voting to determine whether Light Yagami would control them or not.

L remained silent. It wasn't that he had run out of questions and concerns. It was rather the opposite. There were an unending number of questions and concerns that needed to be addressed, enough to probably fill up months and months of long conversations. The pure scale of Light's intentions was staggering.

"You'll help us," Light suddenly said.

"No. I won't."

L was starting to feel incredibly overwhelmed with the need to touch and cuddle even more deeply than before. He resisted pulling their bodies closer out of spite and stubbornness.

Light said, "Your intelligence is quite marvelous, you know. Between the two of us, we can create a flawless version of the plan I described. If you have problems with what I said, well, I see problems in it too. If you don't like something, you can change it until it is to your liking. We'll keep thinking and testing until we've brought my plan to a state of perfection. We'll have the time and the resources to make it work. I'll keep offering you the job until you accept of your own free will."

The shaking returned, and even the soothing presence of their bodies wasn't enough.

L muttered, "I can't... I need... hold me. Hold me now."

They both pressed closely, wrapping their arms tightly around, pulling him into a half-sitting position and rocking back and forth. The motion and closeness was soothing but it wasn't enough. L sobbed on them, surprised to feel tears running down his face. He didn't feel sad, he felt anxious, fragile, an incredible need for both of them unsettling him. They wiped his tears away and snuggled even closer, arms interlacing, hands slipping under his shirt for the much-required skin contact.
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