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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 7: Hypnotized

After running away from Misa, L knew exactly where to go.

There was a room full of massage tables and all sorts of oddly-shaped furniture, most of it made of waterproof materials and quite obviously meant as positioning aids for sex. From the brief tour L had received before, he knew the cupboards in that room were full of oils, lotions, lubricants, foot rollers and the like.

One particular big stuffed leather chair had caught his attention, as it was plugged into the wall and had many dials and buttons on it. It was most likely a massage chair, probably with vibrating or other pervert-able functions, and it certainly warranted more investigation.

L went to that chair and tested its functions. It did have a very strong "vibrate" mode. He settled into the chair on his back, letting the vibrations get deep into his muscles, and thinking of Light and Misa servicing him as they'd done in the shower. When he was at a strong height of arousal, he attempted to flip over onto his stomach. He only made it halfway there. He couldn't place his groin in contact with the vibrations, only every other part of his body.

He switched the vibrations off and settled into the chair on his stomach, then tried to switch them on again. His hand wouldn't quite press the button.

L wasn't willing to accept defeat. He kept at it for hours, until Light walked in with a small brown package in his hand and said, "Do you need any help, L?"

"Yes," L replied, "I'd like you to suck my cock."

Light walked over and placed the package on a nearby table. He climbed into the chair with L and they pushed and elbowed around, until Light managed to slip underneath and pulled L onto his lap. He turned on the vibrations and began rubbing L's shoulders.

"You're full of tension here," he said, "but you've been using this chair, and it's supposed to relax."

L replied, "You know very well why I'm tense."

But sitting on Light's lap was soothing. L realized that the cuddling urge had been rising again, without him truly noticing it, and that this much touching would buy him some time until the next emergency.

Light said, "The video of the others has arrived. You can watch it whenever you want."

"Good, I will be spending plenty of time studying it."

He wanted to be despondent and sulking, but instead he found himself infused with a warm, glowing feeling. Light's presence was comforting. He remembered how Light's fingers had felt, how quickly he'd opened up to accept them, and a heat started gathering in his butt, just where he was sitting on Light.

Light said, "This is a great room to fuck in. I could cover you in massage oil, and, inside you, I can use any type of lube you want."

He had an urge to simply give in, to ask for more finger-fucking at the least, to perhaps even allow Light to bend him over one of the many suitable pieces of furniture and thrust wildly, Misa or no Misa. Instead, he sat quietly, enjoying the feeling of Light's body being close.

It was a different sensation of intimacy than with Misa. She was warm and cuddly and very feminine, easy to relax with and to give in to completely, but Light was slightly dangerous, decidedly masculine, inspiring a sense of rivalry and competition. L wanted to hurt Light in some way, to watch him lose, and he remembered with relish the time he'd sat on top of a very aroused Light and licked the red chain-impressions around his neck.

That was how it should be with Light, something dangerous and forbidden and twisted, the result of a struggle. An idea began forming in L's mind, a way to trick Light, and he found himself grinning.

It would need to be drawn out a bit and scheduled carefully, to avoid Light catching on, not like the attempts to seduce Misa, which needed to be crude and in the open because it was best for the attempts to be relentless.

No, this plan would take some finesse.

Light did try to get a bit handsy, and L allowed it, up to the point where it was clear it was going nowhere, and then he slapped Light's hands away and spent most of the rest of the day by himself.

L feigned to be less horny than he actually was, studied the videotape proving that everyone else was alive and compared it to the actual news, engaged in various forms of entertainment, spent a lot of time leaning out of windows and hoping he might accidentally slip at some point, spied on a mysterious invisible presence eating an apple that had to be the seldom-mentioned second shinigami, and thoroughly catalogued every single item in the building, memorizing them for later use.

He even cracked his way into the high-security areas and locked store-rooms. There was nothing particularly valuable or useful. He checked every room for hidden cameras and found none. He pick-pocketed Light and Misa, and did not manage to get anything other than lube, pens and make-up. They were being vigilant about not taking their cellphones into the building, storing them in a special outdoor shed that was locked.

He ended the day back in bed with Light and Misa, not having achieved any orgasms all day long, but feeling strangely comfortable in his new life all the same. Something about it felt very right, as if he'd been working up to this very situation as the culmination of his career, and had now achieved that goal.

He suspected that he'd been controlled to like it so much, but there were undeniably attractive elements about it that might have been that way without any extra help from a death note.

It was nice to have friendly relationships with people other than Watari, and to be the object of sexual desires for a very beautiful man and woman, and to have the immense relief of those round-the-clock work burdens lifted for the first time in years.

Over the next two days, he pretended to be doing nothing other than trying to screw Misa, in order to put Light off-guard and result in him actually leaving without immediately doubling back. L was able, as far as he knew, to convince Light that nothing else was going on, and to get him entirely away for hours at a time.

The third time that Light went away and L thought he was truly gone, L investigated in every way he could one of the music listening devices from a cupboard in the main entertainment room. It didn't have a true internet connection, as he'd suspected, and he had doubts about his ability to contact anyone with pertinent information even if it had possessed one, but there was one thing that Light had perhaps not thought of.

Just to be sure, L spent plenty of time with the device's headphones plugged into his ears, downloading and listening to all sorts of songs, audio books, speeches and pod casts. Perhaps at first Light would check the download history, which must appear on a bill somewhere even if nowhere else, but with the continued innocuous use of the device it should become tedious for Light to keep track of every item downloaded.

Even so, just to be truly cautious, L waited a week until downloading what he truly wanted, and re-named the file as soon as he had.

It was a self-hypnosis audio, one that promised to create an orgasm through the mind alone for most users.

Waiting to use it was difficult, with Light and Misa both having erratic schedules, but at last they were both gone and L hoped he'd have at least an hour. The audio recording was forty-five minutes long.

L found a cozy room, dimmed the lights, and stretched out on a large, comfortable sofa, anticipation running through his body. This was it, a chance to truly thwart Light's control in sexual matters, to achieve secret orgasms against Light's orders. It was deliciously naughty just to think about it.

But they deserved this subversion of their desires. L's nerves were worn raw from chasing Misa and teasing her, sometimes bringing her to climax with no real relief for himself, and from experiencing Light and Misa fucking in bed nearly every night beside him, around him, or on top of him.

The self-hypnosis audio represented sweet, sweet payback.

He eased his breathing, slowing it, taking big breaths and getting into a mild meditation state. When he felt that familiar drifting sensation, he closed his eyes and began playing the recording.

A smooth-toned male voice spoke to him gently, a droning, comforting voice taking him through a series of mental relaxation exercises, with only the slightest sexual insinuations at first and then, deeper, deeper, and there was almost no awareness of the room and the voice was suggesting things that brought a radiating heat to between his legs.

L spread his legs and the feeling got stronger, his erection beginning to rise as the voice talked him through every step of the process, suggesting how he should react, how he should feel, and his body responded marvelously to each suggestion, the voice magical, leading him on, exploring the pleasure. His penis was full, throbbing, straining upward against his clothing, every tiniest bodily shift bringing a jolt to it.

He felt almost as if he were being touched, but not really, as if a ghost-hand that was more imagination than real were jacking him off, slowly, leisurely. There was no time pressure, simply that encouraging voice in his ear and the increasing arousal, more and more, feeling oddly like the ramp-up leading to orgasm.

Without touching, he was falling into the pattern, ready for release, back arching, thrusting up into nothingness, gasping, wanting, feeling that warm throbbing sensation and then at last the rise of that feeling of inevitability right at the base of his penis. He would come. He knew it. No stopping it now.

But the tension within stayed at that raw edge of release too long. Writhing, he tried to feel more, to go that last little bit. It wasn't happening.

He sobbed into the pillows and tried to relax again, to recapture the magic of that smooth voice, and he was drawn into it almost effortlessly, falling under the spell, excitement rising. Almost there... almost... almost... he rubbed his thighs, wanting to touch, to grasp his penis firmly and bring himself to climax. It wouldn't take much, but he couldn't do it.

His entire body was like a stringed instrument, strings wound tightly and ready to play, but he couldn't touch. Rather, it was like the frustration portion of a wet dream, immersed fully in a state of strong arousal, but no release. No, no release at all.

Panting, he began coming out of the deep state he'd been in, and realized the voice was gone. He checked the player, and saw the self-hypnosis audio had played completely.

This is not good. But, I won't lose. This does work for people, so it will work for me. Orgasms happen in the brain, not the genitals.

L got a drink of water, rubbed all his limbs briskly, and then lay down to try again. If anything, it was easier to fall under the spell the second time. He was deeper, certainly more hypnotized, aware of almost nothing except his body, which was hyper-sensitive all over, throbbing and begging for relief.

Every movement, every breath, he was drowning in arousal, completely immersed, chasing that ultimate peak, getting close to it, right to the shuddering edge. It was inevitable, unavoidable. It would happen, his body urged on and on.

And it just barely slipped away, again and again and then eventually the voice stopped talking.

L lay there in the dim light, panting hard. His penis was a sharp point of pleasure between his legs, almost unbearably aroused. His stubbornness urged him to try again, but his intellect urged him to think. He assumed his best thinking position, crouched with his knees clutched to his chest, and allowed his thoughts to flow freely.

It was not long until a most intriguing thought occurred to him, and he set out to achieve it.

He wandered around until he found Light, home once more, relaxing in front of the news. Light turned off the television as soon as L entered. L tried to strike a sultry pose and said, "Light, I'm horny."

"Are you willing to fulfill our bargain? I can call Misa home."

"No," L said, "I want to make out with you alone. I'd like to start with kissing. It's okay if I don't know how far I might go, isn't it?"

As expected, Light began looking incredibly smug and agreed. They quickly found their way to that same sofa, that was conveniently wide enough for two bodies to lie side-by-side, and L stretched out on it, coaxing Light forward with sultry looks.

Light slipped into place, facing him.

"Don't you want to stop listening to that?" Light asked.

"No, I won't stop. Whatever I need to calm myself is good for our relationship, if I'm expected to accept you as a lover. Don't you agree, Light?"

Light looked for a moment as if he might suspect something, but then the expression was gone and Light merely blinked, saying, "It's fine with me."

"Let's see," L said, and adjusted himself, seeking the right position, slipping a leg between Light's legs, and then deftly hooking behind his knee, tucking their legs together tightly, creating that feeling of closeness, almost interlaced. Everywhere from their thighs on up was just inches apart or less, a span that body heat was already crossing.

"Why now?" Light asked.

L shut him up with a kiss, and at the same moment surreptitiously turned on the audio recording. At once the anonymous voice started pulling him in as he tasted Light, soft lips moving against his, and just a flicker of tongue from time to time.

It was less mechanical than the emergency cuddling sessions, more organic, no rush to fit Light's body as closely as possible merely to fulfill some instructions written on a death note paper somewhere.

No, this was by choice, every moment full of possibilities, of different ways that the progress could go. Light was there to be savored, tasted, used. Light's face had that deceptively innocent look it sometimes had, the one that consistently fooled almost everyone. It was very wide-eyed and fresh, the face of a pretty schoolboy.

The world was narrowing down to little more than a keen awareness of Light. Everything was happening faster with Light's warm, close body spurring on L's arousal, provoking him, pushing him to better heights. He couldn't have imagined before that only kissing could be this good.

Light's eyes were half-closed, lustful, his arm drifting across the gap to settle on L, cradling his hip.

L muttered, "You're very persuasive," and he didn't know if he was talking to Light or to that anonymous male voice droning hypnotically in his ear, though somehow those two were perhaps the same, merged together in this magical space outside of reality.

The pent-up feelings were rising, rising with a force that surprised L. He was completely hard, panting softly, making tiny thrusts and believing that he could almost, almost reach relief without Light. His penis was immensely heavy, a swollen weight tugging on him with every shift of his hips, a heated pleasure that was almost pain, the room long since dissolved into abstractions.

In a voice that didn't quite sound like his own, L said, "Touch me, right here. I need..."

He couldn't finish his sentence. The sensations were too immediate, too strong, driving out words from his mind and he wanted, wanted, wanted and then Light's hand was reaching in, right into the boxers. Contact was a jolt, warm fingers curling around, and at that instant L let out a loud cry and began releasing in one of the most explosive orgasms he'd ever had in his life.

Time was a single moment only. He couldn't hear or think; everything was experience, pulsating pleasure, that slippery release pouring out of him, immense quantities. Tension had turned to pure, shivering white-hot ecstasy and his system was flushed free of it all.

He wriggled slightly, wriggled, spurting still, time stretched out but beginning to flow again, distant sounds starting to impinge, thoughts forming sluggishly, the world becoming clearer, blinking to see the huge amount of white mess all over Light's hand and everything, and Light's incredulous face.

"How... how did you do that? I just touched you, only a touch, a few seconds."

L tapped his forehead and said, "It's not difficult if you use your brain. Besides, you underestimate how sexually attractive you are."

"Even Misa doesn't come that fast."

Light reached out possessively and L pulled back, rolling off the sofa and eluding Light's grasp.

"I'm satisfied," L said, "if you want more, Light, you'll have to wait, or strike a bargain."

L sat up on the floor. He was still woozy and out of sorts. The room felt vaguely unreal, and a buzzing, lazy warmth filled his entire body. The voice was still speaking in his ears, trying to hypnotize him, and he managed to switch it off.

Light was sitting on the sofa, staring down suspiciously.

"That was extremely pleasant," L said, as he staggered to his feet, "we should do that again some time."

He had a feeling Light knew everything, and so he made himself very blank and tried to wander out of the room nonchalantly.

Instead of it working, Light was suddenly standing in front of him and grabbing for the music listening device. L stood there passively while Light scrolled through it and found the correct file surprisingly fast.

Light listened to it a little while, and then smiled an evil smile.

"I'm taking this away from you, L. You've been abusing your entertainment privileges."

"You're a tyrant, Light."

"I'm helping you get over your stubbornness."

"I can wait."

"You're not going to succeed with Misa alone."

L stared Light down, pulling himself up to his full height to do so. "I said I can wait. You gave me a marvelous orgasm, Light. I'm sure the satisfaction will last me a long time."

It was a long wait.

In a couple weeks, Light's birthday arrived, with a big celebration that thankfully included one blow job jointly performed by Light and Misa, but then things went back to the usual schedule.

L schemed in numerous ways, sexually and non-sexually. He did eventually manage to snag a few cellphones, but he couldn't do anything. Light had seemingly thought of how to block every loophole.

Even the invisible shinigami, a being L had hoped to manipulate to his favor, wasn't any help and seemed to be a complete buffoon. L's careful cataloguing of little bits of information about it amounted to nothing useful in the end, just the being's name, Ryuk, and a knowledge that it liked apples.

L couldn't bribe Ryuk. Light controlled the apple supply too well, and stored some of it out of L's control, but within Ryuk's range. Apparently Light had bribed Ryuk to be non-communicative, because the shinigami wouldn't even write messages.

Approximately every day, L cuddled Light, Misa or both, and he brought Misa to many orgasms with his hands and his tongue. Every night, he slept in their bed, between them, craving the contact and often seeing, hearing and feeling them fucking right there.

The remaining resistance to Light's suggestion began to seem rather pointless.

It did feel good to have fingers in there. Light's penis wasn't terribly wide.

One night, L lay in the darkness, listening to the soft, even breathing on either side of himself and sorting through his own urges and motivations.

Perhaps withholding is the only way I'm still able to strike at Kira, so I childishly punish Light with this method.

It's only a sexual relationship. It wouldn't mean that I'm agreeing with Kira's policies. Giving in sexually would ease pressure, probably make my mind clearer, and it's what I truly want.

L imagined it, performing a thought experiment just to be sure and trying to withold all judgment.

It made him happy.

Decision made, he reached for their shoulders, shaking them awake.
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