Breaking Point

(I will say that this is one of my favorite lemons I've written so far.)

KiraxL Lemon- Breaking Point

Four years. All it took was a matter of four years, and Kira rose above all creatures. He was seen as God to the world. He, Light Yagami, had won. He, L, had failed. One by one, each investigator, all those opposed him, and all those who stood in his way were killed off. None challenged him. All feared him.

Being God of the New World was a busy and all time job, but the criminal rate had been reduced to nonexistence. The people, his people, chanted his name. Churches, shrines, and temples were built in his honor. Women named their children after him. He saved lives. He redeemed lives. The Goddess, Misa, across the world other side of the world, was taking care of things in America. His right hand man, Mikami, was accompanying her. He never doubted Misa's love for him or Mikami's devotion, but they were together, alone, and could only indulge on each other. Kira did not care, for he had his own way of getting pleasure.

His castle was the Task Force building, the one and only. He throne, as he called it, was none other than L's chair. There was nothing better than ruling the world and smearing the defeat in your enemy's face by using his own construction for the heart of it all.

"Ryuk, stay here," Kira commanded his Shinigami pet. Ryuk paid little mind to him and kept munching on his nearly bottomless supply of apples. The God took the elevator and descended down each and every floor until it arrived at the basement. He flicked on the light switch, bathing the cement walls in an orange glow. He opened one of the doors, switched on those lights, and walked down another until he arrived to an all-too familiar cell with its concrete walls, creaky and uncomfortable futon, and gray, metal bars.

He was the God of the New World. Should he not be allowed to indulge in some sinful pleasure? He had to sacrifice so many good people, why not keep one around?

Kira grabbed the bars with both hands. His smirk was evil.

"Hello L."

The said detective, if one could still claim him to be so, did not reply. He laid on his side on the concrete floor, bare naked, and with his hands cuffed behind his back in leather straps; they were much more comfortable than metal handcuffs, by Light's opinion. Around his neck was a leather dog collar with a gold tag with "L" in Gothic font, just for him, and on the back "Property of Kira", so L will always know whom he belonged to. Upon seeing, L looked frail and weak, especially since he had been dominated over, lost, but Kira knew better. L kept fighting. When he couldn't fight physically, he fought mentally, emotionally. He was determined to break his pet of all three soon. Four years was all it took to rule the world, it would not take much longer to rule L.

He unlocked the jail door and stepped inside and closed it after him. L still did not open his eyes. Kira knew he was not sleeping, he was just ignoring him.

"Open your eyes, L," he commanded.

Seconds ticked by before the ex-detective's eyes slowly opened. They did not look at him, but straight ahead at nothing. They still had the black abyss look to them, but they did not shine of their mysterious deduction ability because he knew everything now. There were no more mysteries for him to solve.

"I have something for you," Kira said as he bent down. He pulled from his pocket a sugar cookie and placed in on the ground before him. "Come and get it."

L's eyes closed, opened, and looked at the cookie on the floor. Then he blinked again and stared straight ahead again. "I'm not hungry," he muttered.

The God laughed. "But it's a treat for you, L," he said, "For being such a good boy. Now come. Eat it."

The passing look of defeat in L's eyes gave Kira great pleasure. The raven haired pet shuffled so he was sitting. up. He brought his right foot forward, ready to stand on it.

"Ah," Kira interrupted, "I like it better when you crawl."

L looked at him with emotionless eyes as he brought his right foot behind him, standing on his knees. He crawled forward, his knees painfully scrubbing against the concrete floor. He bent his head down as low as his back would let him and took the cookie in his lips. He knew why Kira got so much joy out of this; it was the only way to get L to bow to him. L nibbled on the cookie, chewing on the piece in his mouth and swallowed.

"It's not real sugar," he muttered, raising his head to look at him.

Kira's smile was a mix between cruelty and amused. "No, it's Splenda. Sugar is not good for you." He lowered himself on one knee so he was eye to eye with his pet. "If you are a good boy, I'll reward you with an actual sugar cookie." He patted his head like a child's. "How about a different scenery? Being locked up in this cell can drive one crazy, as I know."

He picked from his pocket a short, black leash. L did not move at all as the metal buckle was attached to his collar. Kira stood up, and dusted off his knees. L remained seated on the floor because he was not allowed to stand without permission.

"You can stand," he was finally granted. L rose on his feet, his back hunched forward. He followed Light out of the cell and down the hall, always behind him and led by the leash. He often thought about kicking the psychotic man in the back of the head and making a run for it, but he never attempted such a feat. One cannot escape from Kira once he has you. L often thought if he was the only one being held prisoner? Even if he managed to get away from Kira, away from the tower that he himself put the plans of construction together, but he could not escape the wrath of Kira and the dreaded notebook, and it was not only Light's he had to worry about, but Misa's, too, and whatever ones may also be flying around out there. L wasn't sure how many Death Notes were now in existence.

"We're here," Kira said, bringing L into the all too familiar investigation room where he resided. It brought a strong sense of nostalgia that twanged his heart painfully. The same room he spent and dedicated his time to catch Kira, was used as the center of Kira's evil.

"Don't have such a sad look," Kira said, sitting in the same chair that was once L's favorite. He gently tugged on the leash and padded his lap, welcoming L. Obeying, L sat down on his captor's lap, his back to him. Light's hands touched his arms gently. For someone with a heart so cold, his hands were very warm. Those cruel hands that took more innocent lives and guilty lives day after day, were now rubbing his thighs in a seductive manner.

"Soon," Kira said as he kissed and nipped up L's nape, "you will see that all this is for the greater good. The world is such a good place now. No one fears to walk the streets at night." His hands roamed over his stomach, up his chest. His fingers brushed past his nipples before taking each one between his fingers, and he pinched and played with them. L shifted in discomfort.

"Soon," Kira said again against his ear, "You will see all the good that I am doing. You will come to respect me, love me."

"Nng..." L bit down on the inside of his cheek, "I will never come to respect you," he dared to say aloud, "I do not respect serial killers. Murderers."

Kira's smirk was audible. It rang in his ears. "But you're for the death penalty. How is this any different? We're both punishing the guilty. Besides, no one is opposed to me as they were you. No one goes against me anymore. They are all happy."

"It is false happiness," L said.

"False happiness is better than no happiness," Light hissed, "Can't you see L? You can't go against me. You belong to me." His nail clicked the gold dogtag around L's neck for emphasis. His other hand grabbed L's limp cock. The raven haired man flinched. The Godly fingers trailed up and down the shaft, making it slowly come to life. Light's hands were so warm against his flesh. Thrills of unwanted pleasure came down. He swallowed a sound before it could escape.

"Can you see, L? I am doing this to you. Kira is doing this to you. Kira is giving you this pleasure."

"It is pleasure I do not want," he hissed.

"But how can you say that," Light his, gently squeezing his shaft, "When your face tells me you're rather liking it. The way you have lust in your eyes. The blush on your cheeks." The back of his fingers trailed down L's cheek. "How is this any different from the love we used to make when we were together? I miss that. I miss how we would hold each other every night, even if the chain was a little hard to sleep with."

"You were Light-kun back then," L replied, "Now, I don't know who you are."

"But you always knew, didn't you? That underneath that layer of innocence was a--how did you put it?--an psychotic maniac with a god fetish? And yet, you still took me to bed. You still made love to me." Light's pumping grew in rhythm. L's erection grew in Light's hand against his will. He closed his eyes and leaned slightly forward so that his hair covered his face. He tugged at the leather bounds around his wrists.

"You can't lie to me, L," Kira hissed, "You knew I was Kira. You knew what I was capable of, and that turned you on. A man not only of your stature, but someone who could dominate you. Sleeping with Light was not nearly enough as sleeping with Kira. Do you remember, L?"

"...hah..."

"How we would have passionate sex after a blowout?"

"...nngn..."

"You needed to see me angry, didn't you?"

"...ah..."

"You needed to see me lose control. To see the fire of hatred in my eyes that you knew rested in Kira's."

"Ah!"

"You fucked me..."

"Nng! ...ight!"

"...because you knew you were fucking Kira, right L Lawliet?"

"L-Light-kun!" L wriggled in his captor's grip, "Please! Stop!"

"That's not my name," he hissed.

"...please..." L panted, his head bowed forward.

"What is my name?" Kira commanded.

As much as he fought with his pride, he could not stop his bottom eyelids from running rapid with water. He didn't blink because he knew that would only speed up the process, and Kira would have so much joy seeing L cry.

"What is my name?" he commanded again.

"Please..." L said in humiliation, "...I don't...I..."

SMACK! L flinched and hissed in pain. His thigh was stung from Light's slap.

"I'm not asking you again," he hissed, malice dripping off his tongue like saliva, "What. Is. My. Name."

"...ra..."

Again Light spanked him. "What is it?"

"Kira," L said again.

SMACK! "Say it louder!"

"Kira!" L cried out louder, taking his dignity and pride away. There was nothing left of him. Nothing anymore.

"Right," Kira said, continuing to handle L's cock. It was fully erect and emitting clear beads of precome. L kept lifting his legs up, trying to stop him from continuing. He spanked him again.

"Keep your legs down," he demanded, "Understand?"

L hung his head in shame. "Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes...Kira?"

"What I am to you?" Kira hissed in his ear, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling his head back.

L winced in pain. He didn't answer. What was the correct answer? "Nng!"

"What am I to you?!" Kira pulled tighter on the lock of raven hair between his fingers.

L let out a hiss of pain. What was the correct answer for him to stop being so abused? What was it that Kira wanted to hear?

"M-My...master?" L said timidly.

"Yes," Light said lowly, loosening his grip, but not letting go, "And what else?"

"And...my God?"

"Yes." He released his hold on L's strands and began to kiss his shoulder. "Good boy. Such a good boy. Good boys deserve a treat, do they not?" He gently pushed L out of his lap on the floor, "But good boys have to do something especially good to get a special treat." From his pocket, he produced a sugar coated candy sucker. L eyed the wonderment with large black eyes. Upon sight it made his mouth water. He had been deprived of sugar for so long.

"I...I'm a good boy," L said, eying the candy. He licked his bottom lip. The wrapper said it was cherry flavored.

"I don't know," Light said, leaning his head on his hand with his elbow resting on the armchair, "You haven't been acting like a good boy lately."

"I am a good boy!" he protested, "I...I can prove it!"

"How?"

L licked his lips and shuffled his feet toward Light. He bent forward and took the button of Light's khaki pants in his teeth. It took him a while to get it undone, and by the time he did, he had covered the button in his saliva. He took the zipper in between his teeth, being careful not to catch his lip. That would hurt. Slowly he brought it down, catching it when it slipped from his mouth. He saw Kira's gray boxer-briefs underneath. He could also feel against the fabric that his master was pleased with this, and he was enjoying it. Kira helped him out by taking out his organ and releasing it from its clothed prison.

"Is L a good boy?" Kira asked.

L looked up at his master and nodded his head. "Yes...L is a good boy."

He bent his head down and touched his lips against the tip of Kira's penis. His lips were dry, but he wrapped them around the head. His saliva collected and dripped down the shaft. Kira leaned back to get comfortable. The raven haired lad pleased his master by nibbling on the sides of his shaft, running his tongue over every inch of sensitive skin.

"Mmmm," Kira moaned. He patted L's head, "Good boy. You're doing a good job."

Kira's cock was now fully erect in his mouth and coated with L's saliva. L sucked and rolled his tongue against the heated flesh in his mouth. He treated it like a lollipop, the candies that L missed so much. He eyed the sucker still in his master's hand, only half-tasting the bitterness of precome. Kira continued to watch him, sometimes closing his eyes when it felt really good. His hand remained on L's head, gently petting.

"Good boy," he said, running thumb along the bottom of L's eye, "Such a good boy. My precious baby."

Wet noises echoed around the room as L's head bobbed up and down on his master's cock. His jaw was starting to hurt, but he needed to make his master happy, because he was a good boy, and good boys deserved treats for being good.

L choked when a very bitter liquid hit the back of his throat. He pulled away, but his master's semen was still squirting and got him in the face. He kept his tongue out because he didn't want to swallow it, but he knew he would inevitably have to. Kira chuckled and bent down to clean his pet's face with a handkerchief.

"Is L a good boy?" L asked.

"L is a very good boy," his master praised. He took the sucker and peeled off the wrapper. "And here is your treat."

L's dark eyes lit up, and he opened his mouth, eager to taste the candy. His master rewarded him by placing it on his tongue. It was more delicious than L had previously imagined. The artificial flavors danced on his tongue, and his taste buds screamed in delight. It was so delectable that his eyes watered in happiness. He sucked on it joyously.

"Does my precious baby like his treat?"

"Mm!" L sounded, beaming up at Light with large, happy eyes.

Kira smiled. "Good," he said, scooping him up and sitting back on the chair. L was busy twirling the cherry candy on a stick around in his mouth with his tongue. Kira leaned his pet on his side and lifted his leg, taking advantage of L's lack of attention, and aiming his organ at his pet's hole. It was moist with saliva, but he still had to thrust to get the head through the first ring of muscle.

"Ah!" L cried out, dropping his lollipop out of his mouth and breaking it into pieces on the floor, "M-Master!" He curved his neck to look at Kira, "Wh-What are you doing?"

"Shh," Kira whispered, kissing L's shoulder and up to his neck, "Trust your master. Master would never hurt his precious baby. He only wants to love his precious baby."

"Nnng!" L moaned as Light pushed more into him. "Master..."

"It's okay," Kira said, "We used to do this all the time, remember?" He pulled his pet into the upright into the sitting position, keeping him up by holding him under his knees. He slowly lowered him onto his hardened member. L groaned in discomfort. Kira found that he liked that sound, so he thrust hard into L, enjoying the loud cry he emitted that he did it again.

"K-Kira!" L shouted, "Please! You're hurting me! We...We didn't use any lube!"

Kira smirked evilly as he pressed his lips to the back of L's neck, "I'm sorry, but look at how cute my precious baby is." He let go of one of L's legs and reaches for a remote on the nearby table. He had long ago replaced the white cotton tablecloth with black satin. He pointed the remote at the many displays of monitors and each one turned on.

On every screen, L saw himself being plowed by Kira at every angle. He saw every detail displayed on that screen. He watched as Kira thrust into him and felt it. He groaned and closed his eyes, turning away from the sight of himself.

Kira pinched his leg. "Watch it."

L obeyed and watched himself be fucked in the chair by his once greatest enemy...

"...ah! Hah!..."

...by the man who kills every day...

"Ah! Nng! K-Kira-sam-sama!"

...the man who killed Watari...

"Ah!"

...his subordinates...

"Nng!"

...he had devoted himself to bring this murderer to justice...

"Ah! Hah! M-Mast..."

...but now...

"MASTER!"

L's orgasm rocked through is body. His eyes screwed together and a burst of colors erupted in his vision. His testicles tightened and released his seed, splashing his chest. It left him breathless and panting. His body was hot. His master kept thrusting into him until with a final grunt, released into his pet's orifice. L dared to open his eyes. On the screen displayed before him, he saw himself with his legs still apart, his erection growing soft, and covered in cum. This had been what he had been reduced to. From world's greatest three detectives, to prisoner, to sex pet. But, he was lucky because Lord Kira had spared his life. Lord Kira had showed him mercy because Lord Kira loved him.

Kira wrapped his arms around L and lowered his legs. He pulled out his now limp cock, the slick sound of it being released was heard. He turned L around so he was cradling him like a child.

"My precious," Kira said, kissing his cheeks and nose, "I love you, my precious. Does L love Kira?"

"Yes," L said, nuzzling sleepily into Light's chest, "L loves Kira. L is a good boy and loves his master."