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CHAPTER 6: Deceived

Early the next morning, while the sky was ablaze with red but the sun wasn't even up yet, L woke up his bed companions.

As they were still blinking and stretching sleepily, L said, "I demand you show me proof that Watari is still alive."

Light said, "I've already thought of that. I can't allow any back-and-forth contact yet, but videos will arrive at 2 P.M. every day of Watari, Wedy, Aiber and all the others holding up current newspapers and talking about recent headlines. Since you'll be able to watch television and we are subscribed to newspapers, you can match this information. It might take a few days for you to believe, or a few weeks if you're very stubborn, but you'll eventually be forced to admit that they are alive and well."

L replied, "If you can control people without killing them, then you could have created all these videos at some point in the past, and now you could be manipulating the media in order to create matching news stories to the ones you already fabricated."

"Even if I had killed them and if I am controlling all media personnel everywhere, I wouldn't have an endless supply of videos of people who are already dead, and I couldn't make every single detail match so well that a person of your intelligence wouldn't eventually notice a mistake."

L answered, "You are correct. It wouldn't make sense for you to lie to me using this scheme, since it would fall through eventually. Still, you must keep producing the videos. Until I can contact them directly at my leisure, ongoing proof would make me more comfortable."

And it would also take Light away from this place regularly, and waste his time. Although, if my deductions are correct, then he must get out of here for large amounts of time on a frequent basis anyway.

L asked, "If you programmed the others but didn't use this 'bonding' on them, then how do you know that 'bonding' will work on me and won't harm me?"

"Who do you think I tested 'bonding' on? There were hundreds of subjects before I tried it on you. I already have a large number of people under my absolute control, running whatever experiments I wish in order to produce the information I need for the Kira plan. I own several other buildings where such experiments occur, and I'll go there to work each day. You'll join me at this work after you decide to be loyal."

"Ahhhhh!" Misa said, stretching, "I want to sleep another hour! Both of you talk so much!"

Under the covers, L played with the edge of her silky pink camisole and said, "Since Light is the big boss, I'm sure he can arrive at work whenever he wishes. And, though I'm quite awake for the day, I can cuddle next to you and pretend to sleep."

Misa said, "But, L, you're the one who woke me up!"

Light slipped out of the bed and said, "L, that's a rather transparent attempt to seduce Misa. You know she's not going to disobey me just because you spend extra time in bed with her."

L kissed the back of Misa's neck, right along her hairline, and whispered, "I think you like my oral, don't you? Light hasn't forbidden that. If you ask, I'll do it for you again, exactly the way you want."

Even in the dim lighting of the room, L could see the sudden flush of pink coloring her neck, cheek and closest ear. Light began dressing, but he was watching attentively, as if he expected it to happen.

"I'm merely offering," L said, "but if Misa declines, then I'll cuddle unobtrusively."

She sank backwards into the curve formed by his body and he enveloped her in his arms and legs, his belly pressed against her back. She was very warm and her body felt soft, loose and relaxed, perhaps a body on the verge of going back to sleep. He wanted to try to stick his fingers inside, but she truly did seem to drift off to sleep again, and so he held her, glad that his need to cuddle didn't require him to be in contact with two bodies at once.

After a time he grew restless and eager to test his theories, so he withdrew to the opposite side of the room, amazed that he didn't go into a panic. Hoping that Light had perhaps left the premises altogether, he slipped out the bedroom door, down a stairwell, and into another room he'd noted earlier, one where a quick drop out of a window would lead to a slightly lower roof and then to the ground level.

L searched the room for hidden cameras, and, finding none, opened the window. He leaned out into a sharp winter breeze and bright sunlight. He willed himself to complete the movement, but he kept not choosing it, a strange, insurmountable inner conflict holding him back each time he thought he'd made the decision. It was frustrating and fascinating and he almost admired Light for it.

He tried the same strategy with several more windows in various rooms, until a collection of wonderful scents drew him to one of the kitchens, where he found Light cooking pancakes. There was an assortment of syrups sitting on the table, alongside a large plate of recently-cooked pancakes and another of warm doughnuts and pastries.

"Help yourself," Light said.

Somehow, now that he was loose and in open rebellion, it felt wrong to simply accept nourishment from Kira without a fight. L poked suspiciously at the doughnuts and began stacking them on his plate in an elaborate pattern while deciding what to do. The pancakes smelled healthy, but with the supplied toppings they could be made sweet enough. Warm smells wafted up and tempted his stomach.

He smelled the cake before he saw it, turning around to see Misa entering, carrying a white-frosted cake. She was in a red-and-black corset top and a very short dark gray miniskirt with striped leggings underneath.

"This is for you, L," she said, and plopped it down in front of him, "it's to celebrate you being unchained! This is the start of a new world, and we'll all live happily together!"

L answered, "Do I get another blow job too?"

Light said, "There won't be any orgasms for you until you give in, but I encourage everything else."

Misa leaned down to worry at L's ear with soft lips, and then whispered in his ear, "We can do everything that Light allows. Don't you want to go all the way, though? You can get it as soon as you admit you want Light inside you."

L blinked uncertainly to find a neatly cut piece of the cake on a small plate in front of him. Misa had somehow done it while he was distracted.

He grabbed her waist just as she was about to walk to her own place at the table, and said, "Will you sit on my lap and feed me, Misa? I don't think I can accept food from Light, since he's being so mean, but you're a different matter entirely. If you spoon it into my mouth it'll make it all better."

He put his legs down, feeling odd in that position, and Misa settled onto his lap. He was once again reminded of just how tiny she was. Even sitting on him, he had to lean down slightly to connect their lips.

She didn't object to any of it, not to his kisses or his wandering hands, which even found their way under her skirt at times to tease. He held back, trying to create the greatest possible desire in her, to induce the largest possibility that she might disobey when Light wasn't watching.

Bite by bite, her slender hands fed him cake, pancakes smothered in numerous toppings, and pastries, sometimes with and sometimes without the help of a delicate little fork. Her aim was occasionally sloppy, leaving frosting and syrups around his lips, which he insisted that she clean up with her tongue, and sometimes she did. In return he licked her fingers clean.

Although she protested about supposedly getting fat, he was able to coax her into directly eating a substantive amount of the sweets with him, including an eclair they consumed from both ends and met to kiss in the middle, making her giggle. She frequently switched between a sideways position and one where she straddled him, their crotches pressed hotly together, and sometimes he would grind upward just a little, deliberately being a tease.

During all this, Light never objected. He didn't even seem jealous. If anything, he was rather smug-looking as he finished cooking and ate his own meal at the opposite side of the table. There was a slowly-building pressure between L's legs, a gradual heating that was under control, not as fiercely needy as it had been the previous day. Two orgasms had taken off the edge. He wanted more, but it was tolerable to tease Misa.

Light finished his meal and started to leave the room.

Misa turned to look and, waving, said, "Bye, Light!"

Light paused, smiled and said, "L, these first two days, at least one of us will be here all the time in case you begin to suffer from a cuddling emergency. After we're sure that you're beyond that point in the process, you'll occasionally be here alone."

"Yes," Misa said, "I've got a photo shoot this afternoon, but I won't leave until Light gets back to take care of you."

Is this a ruse? Will Light pretend to go and then double back to watch us and see if we are being naughty? It doesn't really matter. Under these conditions it is impossible to avoid getting caught sooner or later.

L stared at Light's retreating form and then returned his attention to Misa's ear, where he was breathing into it after having thoroughly coated it in saliva. He could feel her shiver slightly in response to each heated breath.

He listened for the sound of Light returning, hearing nothing as he continued teasing her, his hands remaining just shy of her erogenous zones. Even when he put his hands under her skirt, he merely traced the lacey outlines of her panties instead of touching directly between her legs.

At the moment that he first became sure that Light wasn't returning soon, Misa reached into his underwear, perhaps sensing a change in his tenseness.

He wasn't sure if it was a trick or not, as his half-hard penis swelled strongly under the soothing touches of her hand. It wasn't a real hand job, not enough to orgasm to; it was rather just another kind of teasing.

L reached around her back and unhooked, one by one, the fasteners that kept her corset top on, and then pulled it away, letting it drop to the floor, and exposing her bare from the waist up. Her breasts were just as he'd remembered them, perky and almost exact dome shapes, small but very pleasing. Her pink nipples were already hard, and he dipped a finger into the remaining cake and then anointed both of them with frosting, which he licked clean, making her let out breathy moans, soft and feminine.

She was shifting back and forth on his lap more, giving him a definite lap dance with the grinding pressure going through his jeans and hitting just so against the base of his erection, but her hand in his pants was meek, curled around and moving slightly over the tip, not the firm aggression he needed for release.

He decided that he wanted to take her completely. He smeared cake, gobs of it, all over her chest, licking and massaging and nuzzling, making a complete gooey mess but it felt and tasted so good, and besides there might be bathing or showering needed to clean it all off later, and that would result in more opportunities.

She seemed to like his new boldness, and her strokes were suddenly a little bit closer to what he needed. He moaned and thrust up into her hand as well as he could with her squirming weight on his lap.

She clung to him with her other arm and said, "We're being naughty, L."

"It's naughty," he agreed.

His hands were full of her, all soft supple curves and yielding warmness, and slippery when he reached under her skirt again and didn't stop at her panties but shoved them aside and let one finger and then two work inside. His thumb slowly moved back and forth over that swollen, sensitive little nub that was standing out more and more.

"I'm afraid," she gasped, "that you might come, and that's against the rules."

Her hand slipped out of his pants and he whimpered, but quickly gathered his wits and said, "It's not against the rules for you to come, Misa. Do you want me to eat you out again?"

"Yes," she breathed.

With that permission, he tipped her backwards and leveraged her onto the table, shoving aside the dishes in the way but letting her squash a few doughnuts under her body. It didn't matter.

In moments, he had her underwear ripped away and her miniskirt shoved up, her legs slung over his shoulders as he lapped at her, at that warm, musky, feminine taste.

The muscles inside were beginning to tighten in a way that had somewhat of a rhythm to it, so he stopped for a moment just to tease her, using the excuse of reaching for a bottle of maple syrup, and then applied a dollop to the clitoris, being careful not to get it inside so it wouldn't cause a yeast infection. Then he applied his tongue with vigor to her now-sweetened nub.

The pause hadn't been quite enough to drop her excitement level, and she was almost there again, inner muscles clenching, back arching, and he had to stop to deny her the pleasure, resting and then simply poking with his tongue, gentle tweaks to keep her squirming.

He wanted to hear her beg for it, but if she wouldn't beg, he wanted to give her a powerful, long, drawn-out orgasm that would stay in her mind and perhaps tempt her to other deeds later.

He was almost ready to beg, himself. His erection was so stiff it was nearly painful, a sensation of everything gathering there, tremendously warm with arousal.

On a sudden whim, L shed his clothing and tried to touch himself, reasoning that it perhaps wouldn't count as masturbation to jerk off while performing oral, but, though he could touch, he simply couldn't stroke.

Images flooded his mind of drenching her in olive oil and then rutting near her vagina in the slick space between two clenched-together thighs, or between an arm and an armpit, or along the backside of a knee. That would be the next loophole to try; something that surely should count as sex rather than masturbation, and that might result in an orgasm despite Light's "no penetration" order.

After all, Light had ordered no hand jobs either, but Misa had already nearly performed one.

Misa panted. "I want..."

L licked painstakingly slowly, waiting to hear the end of that sentence, but it never came.

He pulled his mouth away and said, "What do you want, Misa?"

Misa smiled, a slightly evil smile, and she said, "I did exactly as Light instructed. Even when I was being 'naughty' it was what he'd told me to do."

Her eyes caught on something behind him, and L glanced over his shoulder to see Light's head poking around a doorway. Light appeared more fully, revealing a smirk and then approaching. He smoothly fished a toothpaste-shaped tube of lubricant out of his suit jacket's pocket and squeezed a long line onto an outstretched finger.

L shivered in place, unsure of what he wanted as Light pressed up behind him, placing a chin on his shoulder, flinging one arm around to curl about his stomach, and slipping that lube-coated finger inside.

It felt like he was going insane; it was strange, invading, overwhelming, and L suddenly knew he wanted more as that finger worked inside him, plunging in and out, rubbing just the right place. Light obviously knew how to find the prostate.

An instinct pressured him to spread his legs to give Light better access, but L stubbornly kept them mostly closed.

Light said right next to his ear, "Look at Misa. She's all ready to be fucked, and she's in the perfect position. One of us needs to give her some relief, don't you think?"

Using one arm and his hips, Light guided L forward, continuing to finger-fuck him, until he was leaning right up against Misa, her damp cleft very close as L settled between her spread legs. The table was exactly the right height for intercourse in this position and he wondered, as those marvelous fingers kept hitting things just right inside him, if the table had been manufactured specifically for this.

The fingers inside wouldn't let up, relentlessly working in that slickness. Light's sudden grasp on his penis was a delicious jolt.

His brain was starting to shut down in a haze of instinct, thoughts flowing away and being replaced by raw anticipation, a wordless expectation that Light was about to guide his penis into Misa at any moment. L gripped her thighs, leaning up against her, feeling the slippery folds, almost in, if only Light would let him forward that tiniest bit, and somehow his own legs were spread, Light behind him, working in a rhythm he was getting used to.

"I'm up to three fingers now, L. You're very ready. I could put my penis inside if you say so, and then I'll let you fuck Misa. We'll all three be joined."

"Ahhhh... Ahhhh... No, Light. I'm not willing, not for that."

In just a moment, Light had pulled him away from Misa's inviting dampness, and the fingers were gone as well, with a satisfying pulling sensation of that ring of muscles sliding over knuckles, and then an empty feeling.

L staggered on his feet.

"Help me lay him down on the floor," Light commanded.

Their hands were on him, and he debated whether to struggle.

"If I cooperate, will I get anything in return?"

Light said, "You might."

L settled onto the floor, lying down. Misa and Light both stood over him, leaning to stare, Misa nearly nude and Light nearly clothed, though his trousers were unzipped and an erection peeked out the fly.

Light said, "Sit on his stomach and kiss him."

Misa obeyed, and L closed his eyes, his heart beating faster to feel her warm, feminine flesh settling onto him, so close and yet so far from the target.

His erection tapped against her butt as she squirmed in place on his stomach and their lips met, and he was tasting her lip gloss again, her cherry-flavored sweetness. Light pulled her rump up, getting her into an all-fours position over L, and then Light slid into her and she cried out loudly.

They were fucking right over his body, so close that Light's swinging testicles sometimes hit the tip of L's penis. He wanted to be part of it. He grabbed her breasts and rolled them around in his hands, he stared into her face of exquisite lust, graced with an ever-varying expression of ecstasy where he could see the effects of each of Light's in-strokes.

An idea occurred to him, and he slipped a finger inside Misa, and then two, and when he judged there was perhaps enough room, he arched up, trying to connect, trying to get a penis in her vagina alongside Light's.

Light saw the movement and smoothly blocked it with his hand.

"You're mean!" L panted, "Let me fuck Misa a little bit, and then perhaps later we'll get around to what you want to do."

Never breaking his rhythm, Light looked down with a masterful, dominating expression and said, "No."

"If you're not going to get me off, then this is entirely pointless."

Light replied, "You can get off perfectly well with my penis in your ass, and you know it. You're just being stubborn for the sake of not losing."

"That may be true," L said.

Light smiled a truly evil smile in return and said, "You're desperate for an orgasm by now, aren't you?"

"No," L lied.

"Tell the truth."

L said, "I'm not required to tell the truth. You've left that much to me. I'm sure you imagined I could someday be in a situation where I must lie for your benefit, and so you did not dare to deprive me of this ability."

Light said, "Yes, you can lie all you want."

L said, "Tell me the truth about one thing, Light. Did you control me to be hornier?"

"No," Light said, "but I know that you're like me. Your mind is so intelligent that, ah... if it happens to become bored, you don't deal with it well. It needs a big project that's truly challenging. Without that, you suffer from cravings and... and... you're always searching for something to satisfy you. With the situation I've created, sex is what your mind would naturally latch onto."

L studied Light's face carefully. Light wasn't a flawless actor like Misa, so if it were a lie it was fairly likely a clue should show in some way, especially at a moment of emotional vulnerability. No hint of deception was showing.

Light said, "You've had nothing engaging to think about for months, except the two of us trying to seduce you. Plus, you were always attracted to us more than you ever admitted to yourself. You didn't want to be involved with suspects."

"You are correct that I didn't want to be involved with serial killers."

L slipped out from under their bodies and sat up, fuming. He wanted to force Light to the floor and shove his dick down Light's throat repeatedly until climax. The image in his mind was making his arousal even worse, and he banished it.

Instead, he crawled about, gathering up his clothing, and fled to the shower to spend a long time under the cool water, trying to drive away the heat of arousal that had pooled in his lower torso. The erection itself was easy to get rid of, but the lingering feelings stayed, ready to inspire another erection at any moment.

Once L was out of the shower, they both tried to socialize with him, but he fled from room to room, avoiding them until they stopped following.

He tried several more schemes for exiting the building, and failed at all of them. He could lean outside, sticking a head or an arm or even an entire torso out of a window or a door, but that was as far as he was able to go.

L concluded that there was probably a loophole that would allow him to go outside without deciding to support Kira, but it might require an accident, such as falling out a window, or a life-threatening situation, such as the building being on fire, or an elaborate scheme, such as hiding inside a box and arranging for a delivery person to pick up that box without Light or Misa knowing about it.

Any of those would take time, or luck, or a great deal of planning, or all three, and Light probably had measures in place to block those loopholes as much as possible. L was fairly certain that Light would have at least made arson impossible; he was that intelligent.

L was in the process of filling a backpack full of the most useful items to flee with, in case he ever should get out, when the annoying need to cuddle began rising in him again.

At first he ignored it, continuing to sort through items in a closet, but then the craving hit him as badly as any sugar craving he'd ever experienced in his life. He started shaking, dropped everything, and rushed to a nearby room for a makeshift solution he'd thought of earlier.

L grabbed several large throw pillows, placed them on the plush carpet in the rough shape of a person, and lay down on the floor cuddling them full-length, his entire body pressed against them, smelling their fresh scent and imagining it was Light and Misa.

The panic continued to rise in his throat. He could feel his heart beating fast. He clutched harder and whimpered, imagining fiercely that he was snuggled up to them, but it was only taking a slight edge off his need, not assuaging it altogether. He sobbed. His eyes were watering. He felt miserable and ashamed.

He wanted to scream for them, but he stubbornly avoided crying out. He clutched and clawed at the pillows, tearing them a bit in his roughness, and then, suddenly, he heard steps behind him and her soothing voice.

"Oh! You poor thing! Rem said you were like this."

The soft footsteps moved closer. He kept his eyes tightly shut and managed to control his voice, preventing the pathetic whimpers that were threatening to spill out, but the shaking was getting much worse.

It was a sudden shock when she lay down behind him, spooning him, and his emotional equilibrium shifted so suddenly it was dizzying. She was his stability, her physical presence healing as she snuggled close. Her body was soft and warm and intimate, her care enclosing him, her cool hands soothing on his heated forehead. Everywhere she touched, it was an immense relief. He sucked on his own fingers, and on hers as well when she offered them, tasting traces of some sort of feminine lemony lotion she must have used.

When his thinking had returned nearly to normal levels, he said, "I don't seem to require both of you at the same time any more. One is sufficient to cuddle. Will it be like this forever?"

She kissed the back of his neck and said, "Once you settle in to this bond, it won't be quite so often, but you'll always need some cuddling from us."

She clasped her arms around his stomach and squeezed. It was immensely good. L wanted to simply drift in her arms forever.

He said, "It was you who decided I shouldn't die, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, but Light agreed when I told him, so that proves he loves you too. You shouldn't be so hard on him, L."

"Why didn't you want me to die?"

"Because I love you, silly! And because Misa Amane never abandons her friends! I've told you this much before."

L said, "You've told me these specific things before, but not as reasons for preserving my life."

"Then you're not as good at deductions as you're supposed to be, if you can't put that together and come up with the right conclusion. Or is it just social relationships that confuse you?"

"You could have reasoned that I'm not really your friend, since I was hoping to arrest Kira and I had accused you and Light."

"Well, you couldn't help that! You didn't know any better! Besides, I tried to catch Kira, and so did Light. We're all the same that way."

L said, "You never saw me as an enemy instead of a friend?"

"Nope! You're a misguided friend, so that makes you not an enemy, and it means you need our help. So, we're helping you now."

What a simple way of thinking about things. Misa has a very strange mind, with high intelligence and an almost childish sort of stupidity mixed together in quite odd ways. Perhaps she is actually smart overall, and the apparently stupid ideas are due to delusional thinking.

He pulled one of her hands from his stomach to his mouth, and resumed gently sucking on her fingers. He felt very protected, safe, enfolded and happy. For some time, he drifted away into a state of bliss that was almost on the edge of sleep, barely aware of the room even when he opened his eyes for a time.

At last, the cuddling need ebbed away, and the unfulfilled sexual need that had been lurking in the background began to assert itself strongly. The closeness of Misa's body only fed his state of arousal, and he debated whether to disengage and try to cool off elsewhere again, but he wasn't willing to lose. Seducing Misa was a goal that had been set, and so it wasn't something to give up on so soon.

He reached over his shoulder to stroke her soft blond hair and said, "You say I'm your friend, but you also want more. You want to be my lover. What led you to this conclusion?"

"Hmmm? Well, you're actually pretty cute, even if you don't think so. When I kissed you that first time, you reacted like you'd never been kissed before. And your eyes are dark and mysterious, and you really want to work hard and do the right things, to stand for justice. Besides, how could I not like you, after seeing how Light loves you? If Light loves anything, I love it too!"

I need a better pick-up line.

L said, "Do you like to see me naked? How does that make you feel?"

Her voice went soft and slightly husky as she said, "I think you're just as cute without your clothing. You're very cute when you're coming, too. You blush a little bit. I wish I had a video of Light sucking on you."

"There are some extremely high-quality video cameras on the premises. If you need instruction in how to use them, I'll teach you. Then, convince Light to give me another blow job and create your video."

"Light's not going to give in."

L made his voice sound as pitiful as he could and said, "Misa, I can't masturbate, I'm denied sex, and I know from experience that I wake up too easily to have very many orgasms from dreams. Please help me. If you don't give me a hand job, or allow sex, or convince Light to allow sex, then... I don't know what might happen. I'm already suffering tremendously."

He guided her hand to the bulge between his legs and said, "It's really aching here. I must have relief. Please! You made me unable to help myself."

In a slightly evil voice, she said, "You know how to get relief, and you know that you'll enjoy having Light's penis in your ass. You just don't want to lose."

He rolled over on top of her, kissing her mouth hungrily, and then her neck, and then, as he pulled her shirt up, her breasts.

She anticipated his target as he started down her stomach and said, "I won't change my mind, but... ah, you can give me as much oral as you want, L."

Just to be perverse, he disengaged and ran out of the room, leaving her panting and half-nude on the floor.

He already had a plan in mind.
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