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The Sugar Cube Fort	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Het-Male/Female Views: 2334 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 6: SECOND TIME
Rem looked at L for a few moments, various thoughts racing through her mind. Did she want to? After all, she had been watching happy faces in front of the video games for some time. But, on the other hand, those faces were nothing compared to the blissful face L could make if she stimulated him just right.
She said, "I thought you were conflicted about doing such a thing. Are you no longer worried?"
L fiddled with a few items on the bed, shuffling them around, and said, "I suppose it is a terribly perverted thing for me to do, but I like my pleasures very much and, since I'm on the Kira case, I could easily die any day."
He placed one finger on his lower lip, staring at Rem intensely with his dark eyes just peeping out from under the edge of his dark hair, and said, "Especially if these are my last days, I would like to enjoy myself. Besides, I don't really have friends or family to enjoy, so I indulge myself in sweets, the pleasures of unraveling the case, and other activities. What you did to me is the most fascinating thing I've discovered in a long time."
"You don't have any friends or family? I thought all humans had that."
L looked toward the ceiling and began nibbling delicately on his finger. "Well," he said, "there are people I associate with and appreciate, such as Watari, but I don't think they count as friends. Nearly all of them are either much older or much younger than me, and I don't really engage in normal social activities with them anyway, and some I only see once or twice a year, so most people wouldn't count them as my friends. Light is actually the closest thing I've ever had to a friend, but I'm not sure if I really want to call him that. My relationship with him has serious complications."
Rem asked, "You never had friends as a child? You never had parents?"
L said, "My parents died when I was five. They were in a car accident. The car was kind of twisted around a tree and partly flattened, and I was the only one small enough to crawl through a gap to safety. I went back in several times and tried to pull them free, but the metal was wrapped around them too tightly. Nobody came to help. My parents kept calling out to me, but after some time they died. There were no other relatives."
Rem felt emotion stab sharply through her heart. Once more, she saw the image of Misa crying on the floor, repeating, "I'm so useless" to herself over and over again, as a few feet away her father was being stabbed by a masked burglar. L was just like Misa. He'd experienced the same tragedy. Though, he didn't sound very upset about it. He was relating the story in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, with only the barest traces of pain. It was an old wound, almost entirely healed.
"Then," L continued, "I was put in a place with other children, but I hit anyone who tried to touch me until they learned better, and I ignored most people who spoke to me. After a year, none of them ever again tried to make friends with me. I was given an entire room full of computers and I configured them exactly the way I wanted, using them to communicate with knowledgeable people and experts from all over the world without letting them know my age."
L paused, drew his knees up to his chest and placed his hands on top of them. He said, "When I was nine, I solved my first case, catching a serial killer for the police. I continued to solve cases, keeping my identity hidden because I knew the police would never accept my help if they knew my age. By the time I was fifteen, I would have been killed thrice over if I hadn't been anonymous, so I decided to continue to hide. At that time, I really only got along with adults, usually much older adults, and some kids who were much younger than me, if they were intelligent enough. When I was fifteen there were some five-year-olds I spent a lot of time with, but any human will tell you that a fifteen-year-old and a five-year-old cannot be friends. Maybe a mentor-pupil relationship, but not friends. There were a couple of extremely intelligent people my own age that I felt drawn to for a while, but we never really got along well, and then one committed suicide and the other ran away, eventually becoming a criminal and then dying."
"So," L said, "I moved away from that place and dedicated myself to my work, traveling the world with Watari. Hardly anyone ever saw my face unless I was pretending some role other than L. I wasn't really interested in what most people did with their time, and I never stayed in one place for long enough to make a friend, so I didn't make friends. I suppose those former five-year-olds might be getting old enough to count as real friends pretty soon, except that they look up to me too much and I hardly ever communicate with them. If they never come to think of me as an equal, they'll never be my friends."
"So," Rem said, "is Light your friend then?"
L drew his legs in even closer and looked down, an unreadable expression on his face, his dark eyes wide and penetrating. He stayed like that for a time, occasionally fidgeting. At last he said, "Light is... close to being my equal. When I talk with him, I feel as if I'm really talking to him, which is not true with most people and a major reason why I lose interest in them. I've spent a great deal of time doing the sorts of things with him that friends do, more than I have with any other person. He would be a friend except..."
L took in a big breath. "There is the issue of trust. Friends trust each other. I do not trust him and I have trouble believing I ever will."
L said, "Now I've told you my life story, though there aren't any details in it that would give keys to discovering my real identity to anyone you might tell it to. Why don't you tell me yours? After all, we are starting to get rather intimate."
Rem said, "I, well, I didn't pay much attention to time at first, and the shinigami calendar is different than your world's calendar, but I think I appeared sometime around your year 300 BC."
"Appeared?"
"Yes. Shinigami simply appear in our world. There is no such thing as a baby shinigami or a child shinigami. We are all adults when we appear. We never change."
L looked positively fascinated. "So, you appeared," he said, "go on, then."
"I don't know what to say," Rem said, "shinigami life stories are nothing like human life stories. We don't really do anything, we don't have roles such as careers or any purpose, and nothing really changes. We sit around, we play card games, we occasionally kill a human. Those few who wander around our world exploring are considered quite hyperactive by shinigami standards, and they get made fun of. The same goes for anyone who spends time watching the human world or, worse yet, visiting it. It is considered perfectly normal to sit in one place for a few years, doing nothing but staring into space."
"But, Rem," L said, "I have already deduced that you are far from a normal shinigami. Don't you have something in your life story other than random, meaningless events?"
Rem said, "Well, I was always more active than most of the others, but I didn't really think I was that unusual. Then, eventually, I began to get concerned about our decreasing numbers, though it seemed nobody else did."
"Decreasing?"
"Yes," Rem said, "There were perhaps a thousand shinigami when I first appeared, and though new ones appear from time to time, the overall population does nothing but shrink. Anyway, I did have some concern about it, and I also worried about some of the uncaring behavior shinigami displayed. I was unusual, but not too unusual. I didn't think about those things much, and I mostly acted like the other shinigami did. Then, about eighty years ago, I began spending time with a shinigami named Jealous..."
Rem paused. This was potentially dangerous territory. How much did she want to say? No, as long as she didn't say why Jealous died, there shouldn't be any way for L to figure out her weakness, and as long as she didn't drop any clues that she had watched Misa, it shouldn't affect the Kira case.
Rem continued, "Everyone shunned Jealous because he liked to watch the human world through those viewing places I told you about before. One time when I was looking for a viewing place so I could kill a human, I happened to stop where he was and talk to him for a little while, and I liked the conversation enough that I kept coming back. He was very thoughtful, and he cared about things. I believed his hobby was sick and pointless, but over time he showed me how interesting the human world really was. I had previously thought it was as boring as my own world and I'd never really looked at it longer than it took to kill someone, but Jealous showed me how to view it in the right way, by following specific people throughout their days instead of just focusing on some random place and watching people walk by. Jealous was interested in people with some sort of drama or problem in their lives, and, over time, I saw that these lives became stories with interesting twists and turns. I became very involved and I wanted..."
Rem trailed off, realizing that she'd almost said she wanted to protect a human. That would not do at all. Somehow, L was getting her to admit too much. Last time she'd admitted too much, to Misa, it had turned out quite horribly. L was crouched, knees nearly touching his chin, leaning forward perhaps a bit more than usual, his milky-pale nude skin almost glowing in the room's light. His eyes were huge, deep and shiny, with an almost predatory look in them, but a cute predator, as if he were a big fluffy kitten about to pounce. His voice low and even, he said, "You wanted what? You wanted to cause pleasure for a human?"
"Yes," Rem said.
"Any particular human?"
"No."
"Rem," he said, his voice very calm and detached-sounding, "do you want to cause pleasure for me now?"
Rem watched L. It seemed like he was breathing a bit faster than normal, and his eyes looked especially shiny. They were deep, fathomless black pools with a mirrored surface. There was a hint of fascination in those eyes, maybe a bit of anticipation, but other than that, it was hard to read any emotion whatsoever. L looked perceptive, as he often did, with a kind of sharpness to his gaze, intelligent, but inscrutable, as if it would be impossible to guess what thoughts might be revolving in his brain.
He certainly did not look like he'd just suggested a highly unusual act of sexual pleasure. Except for his nudity, he looked almost as if he could be crouched on a chair next to the other investigators, discussing technical details of how to merge computer databases and peering into his tea with a calm fascination. L uncurled, very cat-like in his movements, a creature meant to crouch rather than a human meant to stand upright on two legs. He stretched lazily. Rem could almost imagine his mouth yawning open to reveal cute little cat fangs. Then he indicated the blanket he was stretched out on with a gesture of his delicately extended long fingers.
"This is an electric blanket," he said, "and it is already turned on. If you hold me, use it to shield me from your body's coldness. However, I do like your cold fingers on my nipples."
He gestured toward a stack of things that looked kind of like extremely thick washcloths. He said, "These are heat packs. I suspect we'll only need one, but you never know. Each one heats up if you press your hands down on it hard to crush the contents. The heat comes from chemicals inside and stops after fifteen minutes."
He picked one up and showed Rem both sides. "Each has a side with a cloth-like texture, and another side that is like plastic, slippery. If I get so aroused that I cannot coordinate my hand movements for proper stroking and you take over, use this to protect me from your cold hand. Put the slippery part against me and the cloth-like part against your hand so you can grip well and it won't slide away from you. You might need to put some lubricant on it too."
L picked up a bottle of mint-flavored lubricant, flipped open the top and then lay it down on the bed next to him. It leaked a few light-green drips onto the blanket. He said, "I always leave the bottle open the entire time, as it can be too tedious to open and close it. Don't worry if it gets over everything. I like it messy and this stuff doesn't actually stain."
L gazed at Rem expectantly. He looked businesslike, conducting a transaction. Then Rem suddenly realized that she had never answered his original question. She had somehow gotten lost in the experience of watching him and thinking about him. She quickly said, "I would like to give you sexual pleasure. Do you have any further instructions?"
"Yes," he said, "when you reached inside me last time, it was extremely intense. Do you think you could decrease the intensity a bit so I could have a long, pleasurable session? I am afraid of orgasming right away."
Rem said, "Last time, I tried to touch you delicately. I can try to be even more gentle but I'm not sure if it will decrease the intensity like you want it to."
His eyes widened and he whispered to himself, "So that was a delicate touch?"
It looked as if little wheels were busily turning in his brain, using that information to deduce something and then filing it away for future implementation.
L leaned back onto the pillows behind him, the electric blanket between him and the pillows, his torso propped up halfway, while his legs were extended before him on the bed. He stretched out, pale and dark, such contrasts. His slender, lightly-muscled limbs and his delicate movements made him seem so feline. Something about L didn't feel quite human in that moment. Rem imagined him as a lithe, white-furred lion with a shaggy black mane. He sighed, lust starting to come into his eyes, his dark lashes drooping slightly in anticipation. He squirted a big dose of the minty lubricant into his palm, and then reached out to his already half-erect penis, sighing contentedly the instant his hand made contact. He fondled it for a bit, massaging it between his fingers in a complex dance as it grew and grew, drawing itself upright to its full height. A gentle bliss was spreading across his face as he gave himself over to the pleasure of the moment, his eyes softened with lust, his mouth half-open.
Then L gripped his penis firmly in both hands and began stroking briskly. His head started tossing back and forth, his back arched twice, and then he yelled out, "Oh, fuck yes!"
After that yell, he really went to work, speeding up his strokes and tightening his grip so his knuckles reddened, gradually becoming more abandoned in his movements, his body twitching and jerking, a constantly escalating stream of moans and gasps escaping his lips, and at last the moans and gasps were being punctuated by English obscenities that were sometimes mumbled, other times shouted out. His hands stayed mostly on his penis, but at times one hand would come loose to tease his nipples or delicately draw one fingernail over his stomach or up his sides, causing him to shiver and leaving goosebumps in its wake.
He was vigorous and vocal in his self-love, writhing, moaning, panting and talking, no inhibitions whatsoever holding him back. L didn't care at all about making a fool of himself. It was just like the way he dressed, which Rem knew wasn't normal for a man of his status. L simply did whatever he wanted to do. His face was intense, unguarded, showing pure lust and pleasure. It wasn't that perfect face yet, but it was on its way, and it was already far more exciting than any happy face produced by video games. Rem watched it closely, the pinkish tones starting to gather at the high points of the cheeks, the passion swimming in the depths of the eyes, the roving tongue that seemed unable to keep still even when it wasn't spouting dirty words. Every so often L threw his head far, far back, and Rem's gaze was drawn to his strangely-shaped Adam's apple protruding at that weird angle. That, along with the dark bags under his eyes and many other things, were unattractive by human standards, but to Rem all of L was fascinating viewing material.
Then L let go of himself, leaned back all the way, and said, "Please do it to me now."
Rem phased through the bed, coming up underneath the electric blanket, cradling L's entire body protectively from underneath him and behind him with her much larger body. He would not get any inadvertent chills. She made sure everything was positioned so that she could look down and get a good view of his face. Even though L wasn't stimulating himself at the moment, his face was still very intense, almost shining with anticipation. He was still panting very hard, and the need between his legs was stiff and swollen, straining upwards. Rem fingered L's nipples with her ice-cold hands, and she was rewarded by flashes of pleasure on L's face as he gasped sharply. Then Rem shifted position slightly as she was about to phase one hand inside him. Sensing what was coming, L whispered, "Gentle... gentle..."
Rem reached through L's body with her incorporeal hand, feeling for the right spot. There it was, already engorged and swollen. Rem placed her fingertips so they were just barely brushing it and, trying to be extremely gentle, solidified just the fingertips and pressed them against the organ ever so lightly.
Even though L was expecting it and Rem was probably touching his prostate even more gently than before, Rem still saw a strong shock of arousal go through his face and entire body in the moment contact was established. His eyes clenched shut and his fists knotted hard in the sheets to either side of him as he drew in a huge, hissing gasp and arched most of his body upward. Then his body slowly sank back down.
He took a few deep, even breaths, as if trying to gain some control, then resumed stroking his penis. At the touch of his own hand he moaned far more loudly than before, the moans slightly deeper and huskier as well. He wasn't even stroking that firmly, but seemed hypersensitive. Something in his voice sounded almost like suffering, a deep need begging for release. It was a sweet, sweet sound. His hand movements were jerky and uncoordinated, but with each slide up or down, intense arousal flashed across his face. After a minute, his hands both fell to his slides, clenching in the sheets once more.
In a thick, slurred voice, choked with lust, L said, "Rem... can you... take over... please."
Rem took one of the heat packs in her hand, crushed it until she felt it exuding hot, flushing warmth, and then put some lubrication on the slippery side. Knowing what would likely happen soon, Rem took some time to wrap her legs firmly around L's legs in such a way as to pin them down, being careful to make sure the electric blanket still fully shielded L's legs. Then, using the heat pack to protect L from her chilly hand, she wrapped it around L's penis, enclosing his throbbing length fully in that intensely warm object, her hand in turn enclosing the heat pack. L gasped at the touch of the well-lubed pack and shivered, leaning backwards hard into Rem. Then Rem started moving the heat pack up and down along L's hard shaft, being careful not to squeeze very hard with her hand or go very fast. After all, L had said he'd wanted the experience to last.
In no time, L was bucking, jerking and twitching once more. He was struggling in her grasp, not trying to get away, just thrashing mindlessly. Rem remembered the first time, when he had jerked about quite vigorously before she had even touched him. This was just L's sexual style. He dropped his inhibitions and let his instincts take over, his body moving in whatever way his impulses led him.
With the soft, intensely warm blanket between them and L's mass of wild black hair constantly rubbing against her neck due to the tossing of his head, Rem felt like she was trying to pin down a big, fluffy kitten. What was it with all the feline imagery lately? Rem realized it then. She no longer thought of L as precisely human. At some point, she had placed him in a category all his own, as if he were different enough from the other humans that he shouldn't ever be judged alongside them.
Everything about him was different. His movements, his posture, the things he would say, the way his mind leaped ahead of everyone else's or became endlessly involved in the small bits of food in front of him. The way he didn't seem to have any regard for most of the things humans considered important, he didn't arrange his life according to the usual goals and requirements. He was detached and somewhat indifferent, yet at the same time he wasn't cold and emotionless like most shinigami, he had feelings and passion, often expressed with an unabashed, child-like intensity. L was not like other humans just as Rem was not like other shinigami. Each of them had an incredible gulf between themselves and the rest of their species.
L's face was getting very close. It was deeply flushed now, with a lot of color in it. Little strands of wet hair stuck to L's forehead, and his fluttering eyelashes were damp too, seeming darker and thicker. The expression on the face was focused, concentrated pleasure, with almost no thoughts in the eyes at all. Every gasping, moaning movement of his lips seemed especially pretty, part of some perfectly choreographed dance together with every other part of his face.
Then L mumbled, "Nnnnnngh... coming," and Rem took that as the signal to press just slightly more on the prostate and speed up her hand strokes.
The response was instant. All at once, L shook and bucked insanely in Rem's grasp, his facial expression a white-hot intensity of passion, his penis spurting and twitching, while a deep scream escaped his lips.
It was a very satisfied scream. It sounded like nothing other than a screaming orgasm, the grateful unburdening of pent-up tension all at once. The scream was followed by an exhausted limpness, limbs like rubber, shaken by little tremors that gradually subsided. Rem was learning to appreciate the sounds as well as the faces. Misa had never made much in the way of sounds, she was always so quiet and reserved, so Rem had gotten used to looking to Misa's face to see the pleasure. But L was different; he shamelessly broadcast his pleasure with both his face and voice. And some of L's vocalizations were extremely nice to hear.
L was still vocalizing his pleasure, even in his limp, half-sleepy, post-orgasmic state. Little satisfied whimpers and mewling noises came from his lips as he snuggled backwards into the warm electric blanket covering Rem, like a kitten that had just been sated with a big meal and was now trying to find the right position to rest against its much larger mother. L's face was just perfect. Instead of the aroused pleasure that had saturated it during the act, it now exuded a very calm kind of pleasure, a satisfied bliss with no needs or concerns. Rem mindlessly reached down and patted L's shoulder. He yipped at the ice-cold touch and jumped back slightly. His face was still blissful, but the spell of the moment had been broken. Now, L's face was beginning to look more businesslike again. Rem felt as if she wouldn't be able to cuddle him any more without it being awkward, so she phased backwards through the bed and stood off to the side.
L gave a sleepy, satisfied stretch, and then in one sweeping movement he pushed the electric blanket, bottle of lube and heat packs off the bed onto the floor. He crawled, almost as if crawling was an effort, until he reached the very center of the bed, where he pulled his knees tightly to his chest, rolled over so his back was on top, his nose pressed against the mattress below him, and made a few sleepy mumbles.
Then, in a surprised voice, he said, "I think I'm actually going to go to sleep."
His breathing became slower and even over several minutes. Then he said, "Rem, tomorrow night I want to try an interesting experiment."
Rem didn't hear anything else from him the rest of the night, nor did he stir from that position until the rays of the morning sun came streaming in the windows.
A/N (Author's Note):
They're starting to get to know one another, and there's a very small connection between them. Mostly, though, L sees Rem as a useful thing to create mind-blowing orgasms and as something to study to help unravel the mystery of Kira.
I made L's backstory basically compatible with the one in "Death Note: Another Note: The Los Angeles BB Murder Cases" but made it purposely vague (especially as that is how L would tell it, especially to someone suspicious who might be an enemy) and added a few inventions of my own.
I feel that L probably needs a reason stemming back to his childhood for his emotional detachment, and here I've provided a possible reason: a very traumatic experience of watching his parents slowly die when he was five years old.
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