L & B

A one shot with B and L. If you haven't read Death Note: Another Note you really should, plus it till help you understand who B is. (A friend of mine thought he was a fan fic character for the longest time)

This story has been beta'd, somewhat. It was a quick job. I had a real problem with tenses so you may notice them change. Sorry.

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"L" I don't know why he is here, but he is. He doesn't speak as he approaches me.

If I knew he was coming I would have cleaned, but that is not his style. He arrives where he wants, when he wants. I look around my small room. Papers are scattered everywhere and there is a layer of dust on almost everything. In the corner sits a small cot, still unmade. It is a sad room, but it is mine.

Now he Stands very close, staring directly into my eyes. I stare back. Red on black.

I go to speak, to apologize for the mess, but he silenced me before I could even begin.

He speaks, breaking the awkward silence before us. "B." One letter and I already feel faint.

Why is he here, with me? His hand is upon my cheek. I blush and he laughs. Why? Is he laughing at me?

I divert my eyes from his. I was never good enough to even look at him. He strokes my cheek. So soft and tender that I couldn't believe this was really happening. I close my eyes and lean against his hand.

When I open them, L kisses me. I shut them again. I must be dreaming.

I feel flush. My cheeks burn as blood rushes to my head, and other parts of my body.

`You’re sick. A real pervert.` A voice echoed in my head. `L has barely touched you and you’re already popping wood.`

I do my best to ignore the voice.

With no warning L breaks our 'embrace'. I practically whimper as he moves away, the space between us growing.

"Something wrong, B?". he asks, making his way around my room, picking up papers and looking them over even though he wasn't really interested in them.

"N..no." I manage to stammer out. Finally, I ask the question that has been on my mind since he arrived. "L, why are you here?"

He ignores my question completely, too busy examining my many empty jam jars.

I continue to stand in the middle of the room, completely dumbfounded and painfully aroused.

"Is this where you sleep?" He asks, turning his attention to my lowly cot.

I nod. 'Yes. Where I sleep and think of you.' My face grows redder.

"Come sit with me." He says, sitting on the cot and motioning for me to come and join him. And like a moth to the flame, I go.

He doesn‘t say anything at first, but from the moment I sat down I could feel his dark eyes fixed upon me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look at him.

"We both know why I am here." He speaks as if I just asked him the question. How long has it been? I don't know, nor do I care. Time seems to stop and melt away whenever I am near him.

He turns toward me, I still don't move. My heart skips a beat.

He forcefully pushes me onto the bed, onto my back. I don't fight it. He could have blown on me and I would have crumbled beneath him. L follows, straddling my hips. He looks down at me.

If this had been any other person they would have been dead. But L is not any other person, so I let him.

Again he kisses me, but with more passion, more want and more need. I knew I wasn't dreaming. How could I be? My dreams were full of pain, this was far from that. It was too real. L's body pressing against mine, his tongue in my mouth and the taste of sugar.

My mind screamed as he once again broke our kiss, but was soon soothed again as he began to kiss my neck, his teeth grazing my skin lightly. There was a trail of pink skin left where ever his mouth went.

I was in bliss laying beneath him. I let him do whatever he wanted to me. It was quite clear that he was more skilled then I was.

He nipped lightly at my neck and collar bone.

"Hmm, L…" For a moment I felt relaxed, but I was rudely brought back to reality as a searing pain ripped through my body. I cried out, my shoulder. L continued to add more pressure, despite my obvious pain.

My natural reaction was to fight, and I did. Without thinking who was inflicting the pain, I swung my free arm. He stopped it.

"Tsk tsk." L rose his head. There was a small amount of blood on his face, my blood. "That was very naughty of you, B."

"I'm sorry." My voice was low, like a child’s when he knew that he was about to punished.

SMACK!

L's hand came into contact my with my cheek. The sheer force left me stunned. Again and again he slapped me, alternating sides as he went.

"L, please stop!" He didn't. My cheeks burned. Tears formed in my eyes, smudging my make up.

And although he hit me, I was glad that he was at least touching me.

Suddenly he stopped, his hand wrapping around my neck tightly. I struggled, grabbing at him in vain. My breathing became nothing more than useless gasps, I felt light headed.

He forced me to look at him, I opened my mouth to speak but couldn't. I felt my body going slack, the world around me fading to black. He was killing me, but I didn't care. Then he released me.

"B." His voice was clam now. "You're beautiful." He stroked my hair softly, and spoke to me like I was his lover.

L's long, skeletal like fingers trailed down my sides, leaving goose bumps in their wake. I exhaled softly, my shirt being pulled over my head. He did the same with his own. They were both tossed into a pile on the floor.

I reached up, looking into his eyes for an o.k. He nodded. His skin was pale and smooth, much like marble.

With the contact of my hand he closed his eyes. I grew bolder with my touches, exploring every inch of him. I found his back was especially sensitive. He shuddered when I dragged my nails across.

After awhile he allowed me to take the lead. Now it was him under me. Writhing and moaning while as I kissed every inch of his flesh. He moaned out my name as my tongue circled around his nipple.

There was pressure on my head, pushing me further down. I obeyed, licking his skin as I moved down further.

I paused before undoing his jeans. There was a sigh of relief from him once he was freed.

His cock was red and swollen and...smaller then my own. I smiled, a small victory.

"B.." His voice was raspy and full of need. He needed me. I couldn't help but grin before lowering my head.

I licked his cock’s head. His pre cum tasted very sweet. I accounted this to his eating habits. I took his length into my hand. L was mine.

He grew more and more frantic as I continued to stroke him. He called out my name, bucking his hips into my hand.

I licked my lips before going down on him. My tongue wrapped around his shaft and I sucked like he was a lollipop. L, my favourite flavour. My hand gently tugged on his balls, moving them in my hand like a pair of dice.

"B, that's enough." I looked up at him confused. "Come here."

I crawled over his semi naked body. His long hand traveled between us.

"How could I forget about you B.B?" I gasp as he began to rub my erection through my jeans. "Take them off." His voice is demanding, I did not argue.

They soon join the discarded shirts on the floor.

His dark, almost endless eyes, look me over. Scanning and observing every flaw. I am suddenly ashamed of my body.

"Come here." He repeated again. Sitting up he called me closer.

I sit in his lap, his erection pressing against my own. Even in his position he is taller then me, but only by an inch.

"I want to fuck you, B." He whispers into my ear, biting the lobe.

"OK" His hands come down to my waist, lifting me up.

"Are you a virgin?"

That question I found hard to answer. Yes, I had slept with women. Not because I enjoyed it but because my body needed a release. But with a man, that was a different story.

I shook my head.

"Then this is going to hurt. I'll try and be gentle."

'Try'. I wouldn't have careed if he barged his way in and fucked me dry.

He lifted me up a bit higher, his eyes staying focused on mine. Slowly he lowered me onto him. I grabbed his shoulders, nails digging into his flesh.

Fuck. It hurt. It hurt like nothing I had ever felt before. It was a deep, ripping pain. I tired, in vain, to contain my pain but it was too much.

"L" My eyes were shut tightly. "It hurts". He groaned and pushed me down further.

Finally he stopped. I opened my eyes. L's were closed and his mouth was open. He had an iron grip on me, I was sure there would be bruises in the morning.

My breathing was deep. L was inside me, all of him. For a moment I felt whole, complete then he began to move again.

I supported myself with his shoulders. My hands still gripping tightly. I lifted myself with each of his movements, trying to find a rhythm.

The pain began to subside. I rose and fell, meeting each one of his thrusts,

"L!" I gasped out.

He began to move faster. Each time my body shook and each time I moaned his name, getting louder.

His hand wrapped around my cock. Pumping in time.

He opened his eyes and metmine. I couldn't look away from him now, not when he looked the way he did.

His cheeks were flushed. Hair stuck to his face from his sweat covered face. He gasped, biting down on his lip. And his eyes, They didn't look cold and distant. No, they were alive and full of warmth. For the first time in my life I saw a side of him I didn't think existed; a human side.

That moment was gone as quickly as it had begun.

There was a tight coiling in my stomach. I was close, and so was L.

"I’m...I'm going to cum." He nearly shouted out those words.

I said something back to him, but couldn't make it out. I threw my head back, the world around me blurring. My body shook as I came hard onto L's hand and chest.

He grunted and thrust once more before his orgasm took over. I felt him ejaculate into me, a warm rush of semen filling me.

For a long while we didn't move. Too out of breath. Covered in sweat and cum.

L looked content, at peace. This would be the first, last and only time I would ever see him look this way, instead of the dark brooding man he normally was.

There was a wet popping noise as he lifted me off him.

"L?" I asked, finding it hard to keep my eyes open. He had already done his pants back up and was now trying to determine which shirt was his own.

"Shhh." He covered me with a blanket. I vaguely remember him kissing me before passing out.

I don't know what happened to him after that, but when I woke up he was gone. I was cold and alone, again.

I tried to move, but was too sore, not that I minded. Next to me was a pile of clothing. I picked up the shirt, It smelt like L. Smiling, I curled up into a small ball, holding it close to me as I fell back asleep.

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Well, what did everyone think?

In my mind B could either be seme or uke (and yes, I know he says he's always a top) but depending on the situation I could see him submitting to L.

Take a look in the challenge section, I've posted there as well.

I am currently working a piece called "Less Than 5 Percent." (LightxL). It is a chanllenge fic. I liked the idea so much I decided to turn it into a full fic and not just a one shot. Keep an eye open for that one! ^.^

Thanks for reading.