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Fever Dreams	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 2733 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 6
L woke some time later to a weight pressed into his back and hot breath on his neck. It was Light, snuggled into him from behind, Light's arms clasping each other in front of L's stomach. L shifted sleepily. He was so exhausted! He hated being sick. His skin was still faintly burning, and when he swallowed, there was just a hint of soreness, but Light's warm weight snuggled against him was a comfort, even though Light was almost certainly Kira. Being held like this, it felt good. It felt very good. L let his muscles relax and was about to drift back to sleep when he heard Light's whisper in his ear.
"Matsuda's asleep in his chair, and I don't think anyone closely examines footage from this late at night unless they have reason to believe something happened. I think we're smart enough that I can suck you off under the covers without anyone ever knowing."
L felt a delicious shiver move through his body at the words. Oral sex would feel incredible. The sensation of Light's mouth... enclosing him, manipulating him... it was beyond good. Then L felt Light licking gently at his neck, soft little flicks of Light's warm, wet tongue. L wanted to moan, and he was breathing faster, and when Light reached between his legs and started to gently stroke his erection on the outside of the fabric, L spread his legs for better access without even thinking about it.
No! He couldn't let his body take over; he couldn't let his automatic responses make decisions for him. He wasn't sick enough or overwhelmed enough by a fear of his own death to make another thoughtless mistake about sex. If this was going to happen, there needed to be some reason behind it, not just mindless instinct.
L whispered, "Shhhh! Wait a moment."
Light's tongue withdrew from L's neck, and Light's hands rested in place just over L's erection. L tried to cast off his exhaustion and lust so he could simply consider the consequences. He knew what Light had said was only partly true. If they did start a sexual relationship, if they allowed it to be anything more than a one-night stand, they would get caught, probably soon. Cameras were everywhere and Watari did go through the night footage in detail, and he was quite smart. L would lose some additional respect from the investigation team if he let the sex continue. Although, not much. He'd lost the most respect with the initial discovery, and anything more that happened would only slightly decrease that respect.
The only other disadvantage L could think of was that having a sexual relationship with the main suspect might compromise his determination to gather evidence that implicated Light. He'd read about sex having that effect on people. But L had a very high opinion of his own mental power and emotional control. He could do this, he was sure, without compromising his ability to catch Kira. This was especially true since he knew his own life was on the line. Kira was out to kill L. If L hesitated or held back, he'd likely die. A few sexual experiences, no matter how pleasurable, were not worth dying for.
There were also some possible advantages. The sex on the roof had been the first of the many unusual events that all happened in a row and compromised the investigation. L couldn't shake the feeling that the sex was the pivotal event, that it had made the others happen. How? By making him too sick to watch Light vigilantly, or in some other way? L was desperate to understand what had happened. If the sexual encounter were somehow the most important of those events, then perhaps continuing to have sex with Light would be a way of investigating that first sexual event.
Also, it was entirely possible that Light was trying to gain an emotional edge, to corrupt the lead investigator. If so, that was good news. It meant Kira was vulnerable, Kira was afraid of what L might do. And it also meant that letting Kira think he'd won in the realm of sex could be useful.
L knew he could mitigate some of the loss of respect from the investigation team and also put Light off-guard by playing the part of the innocent, naive, mildly autistic man who didn't understand his own sexual feelings. He would pretend to fall victim to his own lust and to Light's advances, and he'd pretend he was unable to understand why he was doing so.
The sexual relationship could be another way of keeping Light on the end of that chain for as long as it took to solve the case. Light wanted to keep an eye on him, and L wanted to keep an eye on Light too. It had always been that way. Both of them maneuvering to be close, using that closeness to seek an advantage. The pretend friendship had worked that way, and so had being co-workers for the Kira investigation. Now, the sexual relationship could work like that as well.
L didn't have a legal right to keep Light as his prisoner, but if Light were willing, supposedly drawn in by the sex but actually using that as an excuse to keep a close watch on L and perhaps emotionally corrupt him, there was no reason Light couldn't stay. Plus, the sexual relationship would provide an excellent vantage point to evaluate Light's behavior, to better read those subtle signals that had always been L's best indicator for discovering new leads in the Kira case. When people were having sex, their barriers lowered and it was harder to hide things.
L looked at Matsuda's dark form, slumped to the side in a nearby chair. Yes, now would be the time to let Light try something. The least observant investigator was the one on duty, asleep, and Watari was most likely asleep too. If L were lucky, Watari might not notice when he fast-forwarded through the night footage. But, sooner or later they would get caught and then L would simply need to deal with the consequences.
L whispered, "Light, I think it's safe now. Let's do it."
Light kissed the back of L's neck, and pressed his own stomach and hard-on into L's back. Light's hands roamed slowly, gently down L's stomach and settled on the button and zipper at the front of the jeans L usually wore to bed. L held his breath as he felt those hands undoing his jeans, and then slowly, as to not show any suspicious movement under the covers, Light pulled them completely off. Then the hands came back and did the same to his underwear. L wriggled slightly in anticipation. He felt so naughty, naked from the waist down, and the idea of outsmarting others to do this was an additional turn-on.
Light whispered, "Lie on your back. I'm going under."
And then, in a very slow, very natural-looking movement, Light gradually slipped completely under the covers, then moved further down the bed. Situated just below L's feet, he blew on them with his hot breath and then began pushing L's legs apart so he could slither up between them.
As L opened his legs he had the slightest doubt. Had he talked himself into thinking this was a good idea when it was really a horrible mistake? His mind briefly flashed over every argument for and against he'd come up with, and he concluded that, no, it wasn't a mistake. It was the most logical course of action. The pleasure of sex was nothing more than a good side effect, not a motivating factor behind the decision itself.
Then he gasped, and couldn't think any more as Light's soft tongue began flicking out and massaging his inner thighs. L shivered. His skin was still burning just slightly from the remains of the fever, and it felt oversensitive. His legs were churning slightly under the covers just from this, but he tried to keep still, tried to make it look innocent for the cameras. L could feel Light's bare skin as Light squirmed between his legs; Light had a nude torso at the very least. Light must have shed his pajamas under the covers. Just then, Light's wet, warm mouth began slowly enveloping L's sensitive erection. L let out an involuntary little whine and stifled it immediately with a nervous glance at Matsuda.
It was hard to stay quiet and still, though, as Light's mouth went to work. L was trembling as his hard cock sank into that perfect place, exactly where it wanted to be, over and over, and he wanted to cry out. L's head was tossing, his back arching. Would Watari really fast-forward past this without noticing anything? L turned his head to the side and bit the pillow. He could no longer stifle his sounds, but at least now they were muffled grunts.
And, Light's mouth, it was just... everything about it was perfect, so very right, and L wanted more and more and more of it. Light's mouth was incredibly busy, always moving, sucking at him fiercely, sliding up and down with a hot, frantic urgency, a kind of desperation, of having no time. And, still, L's skin was slightly oversensitive, burning just a bit, and every touch, every bit of sliding friction, was magnified, almost too much to bear, and it made the experience so delicious.
And then the tension was growing much faster than before, like knots tightening within him, and L wanted to scream, but instead he just let a few gasps between his teeth into the pillow, arched his back, and came, pumping sweet release into Light's waiting mouth as all the tight knots slipped free at once. L lay there dazed, stunned, unable to think at all. And then he felt Light's semen-lubricated fingers probing at his entrance and he instinctively spread his legs.
As the first finger slipped inside, where everything was still tingling and sensitive from his recent orgasm, L realized that he liked being penetrated, he liked it very much. He would have never thought he was the type, but with one finger inside, all he could think about was two, and then three, and then... did they dare to do it? L glanced at Matsuda again and saw the same dark slumped form.
Watari would probably notice the oral sex; it had been too vigorous for it not to be obvious what was happening under the covers. As long as they were going to get caught, they may as well go all the way. L closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensation of fingers sliding in and out. It was incredibly wet. Light must have gathered all the semen from his mouth into his hand. L was caught up in remembering how it had felt on the roof, that hot, hard length shoving into him over and over. He could feel his insides opening and spreading, very loose and ready, as Light continued to work, curling his fingers upward to create little jolts of pleasure.
And then Light was crawling up L's body, naked skin sliding gently against naked skin, pushing up L's shirt so it gathered under his armpits. Light must have come to the same conclusion, that they were going to get caught and it was best to take as much pleasure as they could. When's Light's head popped up out of the blankets, his soft brown eyes burning with lust, L couldn't help but reach up with both hands, pulling Light into a kiss and tasting his own essence on those lips and that tongue. L drew back from the kiss and panted. He felt empty inside, he needed to be stretched and filled, to be penetrated deeply by something much larger than fingers.
L's bottom was tingling like crazy, and he lifted it up, searching for the tip of Light's erection. Light seemed to figure out the situation immediately, and then L felt that hard length prodding at him, and he wanted nothing more than for it to sink inside and fill him completely.
L said, "Do it. Stop teasing."
Then, L felt it sliding into him, that firm length. He just wanted to open more and more to receive it. He was so wet inside. Light had prepared him well, making full use of semen as lubrication. Light slid in further and further, without resistance, and L trembled at the feeling. Then Light was moving out, slightly faster than his inward journey, and then in again, gradually building up speed with each thrust, getting into a steady pumping rhythm.
L wrapped his legs around Light's slender hips and found the perfect angle, the one that gave him a brief moment of exploding insanity and pleasure on every inward thrust. L was hard again now, his erection trapped between their two bellies, getting pressure and friction from each of Light's movements. It was incredibly sensitive and still wet from being sucked on. It felt so good to be impaled and have his erection constantly rubbed by Light's belly at the same time. It was better than he'd remembered it being from the roof, but his memory of that time was a little impaired. L looked into Light's face and could see the intensity there, the building pleasure, the sheer lust. Light's eyes were fixed on his own, his fine brown hair plastered to his forehead with a thin sheen of sweat.
Light's penis. Light's penis is inside me.
There was something so incredibly hot and dirty about the thought, so raw and wild and lustful, that L let out a little cry as he wriggled under Light, delightfully impaled, unable to stop himself. He'd forgotten to bite the pillow.
And then, in his peripheral vision, L saw Matsuda get up from the chair and in the next moment he heard the man let out a high-pitched girlish scream. L groaned. He didn't want this interruption. The sex was so good, and in another minute or so he'd come for sure.
But, Light didn't stop, he just kept thrusting hard and fast, speeding everything up, trying to finish. L felt himself swimming in a haze of lust, his pleasure building, even though he saw Matsuda's distraught face hovering over him, Matsuda's hands trying to come down to pluck Light away, but Matsuda had a look on his face like the two male bodies squirming beneath the covers were just too gross for him to touch, and his hands kept drawing back at the last moment.
L managed to mumble, "Don't... don't..."
Matsuda rushed away, and L calmed, feeling his pleasure building again as Light fucked him hard, pounding him into the mattress. L moaned. In the next moment he heard Matsuda's voice, shrill and alarmed, saying, "Light's raping him again! What do I do?"
L mumbled, "No," before the next surge of pleasure made him completely incoherent. He glanced over and saw Matsuda had a laptop open, Watari's symbol on the screen.
Watari's voice, both sleepy and angry, said, "Pull them apart! I'll be right there."
Then Matsuda was hovering above once again, looking more squeamish than ever. L really felt sorry for the guy, but his orgasm was almost on him, and he couldn't put together any words at all. Instead, as Matsuda rushed away again, L bore down on Light's hard cock with all his might and reached a hand between their stomachs to pump his own penis once... twice... and then he was suddenly coming with a force that took all the breath out of his body and made him see white behind his closed eyelids.
Just as L's senses began to return to him, he felt a sudden hot flood of liquid inside, and he grabbed Light in his arms hard as Light's thrusts faltered. In the next moment, he saw Matsuda above them again, holding a glass of water, and then the water was being dumped all over them, a cold, bitter shock.
L pulled the blankets closer around them, cradling Light's body tenderly, and panted, "Matsuda... that wasn't a rape. I'm fine."
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