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Cries in the Night	By : pinkfeline Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male Views: 5063 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note.

Warnings: Lemons, blood, violence and gore. Future LxLight.

Note: This is the first lemon I�ve written, though I did hold back somewhat so as to not spoil the good stuff later. Hopefully I did not do too bad.

Cries in the Night

A heavy dull fog clouded much of his mind, his vision blurring the scene into senseless brushes of colour. The air was sweet and thick with a mixture of foreign scents which, had his mind not been so drugged, he would have recognised and be alarmed therefore. What lucidity was left to him however, was concentrated on other things.

There was the pulsing, burning pain that flowed through his veins, mixing with his blood to create an excruciating heat beneath his skin. The sensual graze of fingers and nails over his abdomen, down his hips and thighs and over his buttocks. The hiss of cold breath over sensitive nipples and his throat, the bruising force that held him down. More so he could not ignore the steely strength and heat of the thing thrusting into him from between his parted thighs, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, and the foreign feeling of being repeatedly filled.

He knew what this act was, carnal, hot and wild. He also knew that his part in it was at first unwilling, succumbing to it only gradually. Still his body responded his mind floundered and he cried out as loudly as any whore in the silence that was ecstasy.

He never reached completion however, before the dream would begin to dissipate with the coming dawn. If only he was able to convince himself that this re-occurring dream was just that � a dream. However, Light knew it was not and was no better for it.

The dream was a fragment of a memory he could not remember - an event that he knew nothing off. Yet when the dream faded, so too did the tendrils of fear that clung to him unknowingly. It was quite reasonable, he would explain to himself, to be concerned about dreams of having sex with an unknown man. So too was it reasonable for him to complete himself upon awakening, his hands stroking his hardened flesh in reminiscent of another�s hands.

In the last moments of pleasure when he releases, he buries the insatiable hunger that follows and stirs what was best left to lie.

The world calls, and he answers. When he leaves the bed and dresses, he knows that he cannot reveal his dreams and therefore buries them deep. They have no hold of him in the light of day, and the world moves on. No one will ever know. Should never know.

If only the detective was not constantly by his side, watching. Had the dream been but about the girl claiming him, or another, he would have easily endured the other male�s scrutiny. The sheer erotic nature of his dreams and the knowledge but lack of memory that such an event had happened, brought with it a paranoia that he was unaccustomed to.

As surely as the moon ruled the night, Light knew that L would find in some way, a connection between the dreams and Kira.

L surely knew of the nature of his dreams, though they were not too frequent, but passed them off as a natural event considering Lights youth, and Light was very much inclined to leave L thinking just that.

Said man took that moment to appear at the door, his hair damp from the shower. Yes, the world called, and so did the killer by name of Kira.

It was a slow draining of power, a creeping fatigue that began to settle over his mind and limbs. The sun warmed the room, the monotonous sound of typing and ruffling papers fuelling his drowsiness. It was a slow but lasting fatigue that was steadily growing worse in the daytime. His father had already reprimanded both Ryuuzaki and he when Light was discovered napping three times during the last week.

Ryuuzaki denied depriving the teen of any sleep and Light had sedately apologised for slacking in his duties. His father�s face had softened, murmuring something of Light being under so much stress and not quite ready nor deserving of it. He did not hear much of it and found that he did not care. His willpower was concentrated now on keeping his eyes open and sleep at bay.

What Light could not fathom, however, is why when night fell, he grew restless and unable to sleep. Sleep would claim him before dawn only to be woken not soon after to take the computer again and search for the elusive monster. He was finding himself growing increasingly weary and unfocused. It was foolish and inconvenient, a deep blow to his pride. If he could not deal with stress in situation like this, how could he expect to reach such a high status in the law department as to which he strived?

His brooding was interrupted when his head hit the desk in front of him, jerking him awake once more. He felt the glare of eyes on his back, and turning, found that to no surprise it was L studying him. The detective�s face changed not at all when the youth�s attention was fixed on him, continuing in his intense scrutiny of the suspect.

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By the second week of his messed up sleeping routine, Light found himself succumbing to even more unpleasant side effects. There was a gnawing hunger in his gut, and yet food had never been as unappealing and bland is it was now. No matter what he ate, Light found himself unable to take more than a few bites before his throat would tighten uncomfortably, what little he consumed weighing heavily in his stomach and urging forth feelings of nausea. Never did the little he ate even take the edge off of his hunger.

Light could already detect the physical consequences of not eating or sleeping properly. A subtle loss in weight and muscle mass, a sallowing of the skin and bruising around the eyes. His hair was dulling despite its cleanliness, and his eyes were growing ever more cloudy.

Light was living off liquids now, coffee black and strong. He was bent over the computer keyboard in a style reminiscent of L�s peculiar slouch, steadily ignoring the concerned glances cast his way and the carefully worded inquiries as to his health. Light could not muster up the energy to grow angry or irritated by the teams careful treading around him. Only L did not enquire, but merely watched more intensely than before.

Light frowned tiredly at the black blobs on the screen, knowing that they were words, made up of letters in a language he fully understood, and yet could make no sense of them. They simply floated and rolled over the screen in obscure and obscene patterns that was aggravating to watch. A heavy hand on his shoulder startled him from his frustration. Ryuuzaki loomed over him impassively, a barely visible eyebrow arched in interest.

"If I have Light-kun�s attention now, perhaps he would be so kind as to walk with me to the kitchen?"

Light ignored the impatient tugging of the chain attached to his wrist, and slowly stood, feeling quite old and worn out. He dragged himself after the detective, past his concerned co-workers and into the sizeable but unused kitchen.

L made a beeline for the fridge and left Light to lean against the counters. Light was feeling particularly tired this day and wanted nothing more than to sink bonelessly to the floor. His pride was all that kept him from doing so.

L emerged with a plate in hand, some obscure European delicacy placed thereon. There was silence as L sucked thoughtfully on his spoon, dark eyes criticising Light.

"Light-kun does not look well at all. Is there something the matter?"

Light scowled briefly before passing a hand over his face.

"I�m fine. I just haven�t been sleeping very well."

"You haven�t been sleeping at all and it is severely affecting your abilities. At this moment, in your current state, you are useless to us."

L�s blunt and unkind words kindled some of his usual fire and a sharp retort practically rolled from his tongue, but the look L sent him quelled it easily enough.

"You disagree with me Light? Please explain to me the subject matter of the report you had been reading for the last four hours."

Light felt a trickle of heat flowing to his cheeks in swiftly fading anger. He turned his head away stubbornly from the detective, knowing the elder man was right but unwilling to admit his own failings.

Light jumped when he felt a touch at his arm, L�s finger slowly retreating. It was twice now that the detective had instigated touch, and that was why he was caught so off guard by it � maybe if he kept repeating it he would convince himself that that was the truth.

L did not speak further but merely turned on his heel and left the kitchen, Light forced to follow or land on the floor. He frowned when L led him away from the investigation room and to their own instead. Placing his dessert on the bedside table, L extracted a key from his pocket, proceeding to unlock his part of the chain. Light looked on dumbly, fatigue dulling his thoughts. He blinked as L attached the cuffs to the bedpost instead, taking up his plate and moving to the door. Noticing the incomprehension on Light�s face the detective made a shooing motion with his free hand.

"Sleep. I�ll be watching."

With that the detective closed and locked the door.

Light stared at the closed door for another minute before looking at the bed. Settling himself down on it, a soft contented sigh escaped him as he curled up on the bed. He did not bother to pull the sheets over himself, the sun having warmed the room to a satisfying temperature, and was dragged into a deep sleep a few seconds after.

L watched attentively from the cameras installed in the room, wondering at the teen�s strange behaviour.

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He first became aware of the dull, faintly pleasurable throb from between his legs. He was still on the bed, back pushed against the headboard, bare as the day that he was born. Looking down he found his length was already swollen with lust, the uncomfortable coiling in his loins making it unbearable to keep his legs closed. Spreading them a little to relieve some of the pressure, he was unprepared for the hand that pressed there, fingers grazing over his perineum before cupping and teasing his scrotum.

A soft low groan fell from his lips at the touch, fingers digging into the bed sheets on both pleasure and surprise. Looking around himself, Light found that once again his vision began to blur until he was only able to discern the shadow of a man leaning over him. His eyes fluttered closed as the hand fondling his balls moved up to his length, gripping it harshly before pumping up and down slowly.

His breath hitched when fingers stroked his tip, rubbing and pressing deliciously. He pushed himself into that hand, distantly knowing that the situation was wrong but unable to keep the thought amongst the pleasure of his body. A mouth came down on his chest, biting and sucking until it found his nipple to which it increased it�s ministration.

He was rapidly loosing himself in the pleasure; his skin more sensitised than ever and body mindlessly bucking into the cold hand pumping him. A hand caught in his hair and jerked back roughly, bending his body back into an arch and exposing his throat. There was a breathy chuckle at his pained cry, the mouth coming down to suck on his throat. While the mouth devoured his neck, the hand pumping him stopped and started travelling down once more.

A needy moan sounded when a finger pressed against his anus, teasing around it before slipping in. Light knew what was coming, had experienced it frequently over many months now. It was the same dream, and still the sensations continued to build, his body reacting to every touch. When fingers were replaced with a much larger length, a cry ripped from his throat, teeth sinking into his neck as the man forced his way into him.

There came the familiar burning heat, fingers trailing over his lower body and the chilling breath ghosting over his sweat slicked skin. Always the same - that same elusive memory that manifested itself in his dreams. Pleasure and pain coiling at the base of his length, pushing for release�

He shot up from the bed, panting heavily, sweat slicked and painfully hard. Looking out the window, Light managed to deduce that evening was settling in. He had slept the day away, and now that night had come, could feel the restlessness start to creep in. Sitting on the edge of the bed he lowered his hands to press against the bulge between his legs. Sighing softly he continued to rub and tease through the cloth, letting his head fall back with another soft groan as he climaxed.

Taking a moment to compose himself, Light got up and started to undress. He frowned slightly at the rumpled conditions of his clothes, having slept in them, but was thankful to get them off. The air was deliciously cool against his heated skin and he took a moment to revel in it after discarding his shirt. A soft click of the lock was all warning that Light had before L entered the room.

The detective�s gaze was as sharp as ever, head tilted to the side slightly as he regarded the teen. Flicking his gaze to the window and back to his suspect L considered what he had seen.

"I suppose you would like a shower now?"

Light merely nodded, grabbed a few articles of clothing and waited as the detective re-cuffed himself. Light was given leave to use the shower first, for which he was grateful. Light had grown used to having L watch him during his showers, but with the dream still fresh in his mind, he found it harder to ignore than ever.

Despite having finally slept, Light still felt abnormally fatigued, though slightly more clear headed. He took a moment to simply lean against the tile, the water beating comfortably over his skin. Unconsciously he lifted a hand to his neck, fingers brushing over the place where the man had bitten.

"Is Light-kun going to be much longer?"

Unbidden a smile crossed Lights face as the detectives� voice pushed through his thoughts. Somehow everything just seemed so bizarre, being suspected of being a mass murderer and being pleasure nightly or daily now by a man in a dream. What was happening to his life? He took hold of the soap and quickly washed himself.

"I�m done"

Stepping out of the shower, he swapped places with L who now took his turn in the shower. Light paused in his drying to examine himself in the mirror. His skin was still an unhealthy colour, paling from stress and fatigue. His cheeks and chest were starting to appear sunken, the bags under his eyes coming to rival L�s.

He appeared slightly worse now than he had at the end of his confinement, a sobering thought. Light let his eyes travel back up from where he had been examining his chest, and met the dark eyes of his rival through the mirror. Something was wrong, and now not even Light could pretend otherwise. L was no fool, he could see what was right in front of him, and besides Light was well aware that all his actions were scrutinised and caught on tape. L saw everything, and sooner rather than later would demand answers.

Light had none to give.

TBC

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