Please Your God

KiraxLxMikami Lemon: Please Your God

His old life, he never thought of it. There was no point in being nostalgic and becoming angry about how the events led up to now, to Kira's reign and L as his servant, as his pet. He never thought about the good old days where he had freedom, where he was an individual and not a sex pet. He never thought about the old L who never backed down and most definitely never bowed down. However, that L had died when Kira won. He was not the great detective anymore. Those days were over, and he never thought about it.

Because he was not allowed to think about it.

"L, I want to see you," Light called out.

"Yes Master." He walked out of the small room where he had changed and presented himself to his master. Kira's mouth stretched to a a smile. He sat in his armchair that was centered into the middle of the room.

The ex-detective was adorned in a red and white maid outfit. The frilly skirt barely reached his thighs. Little white gloves covered his hands and fishnet stockings reached up his thighs. Strapped to his neck was the dog collar with the gold medallion "L", symbolizing his ownership to Kira.

"You look pretty," said Light.

"Thank you, Master."

The God of the new world rose from his throne and approached his once worst enemy. "Turn around so I can see."

The raven head turned in the same spot so he could be looked over.

"Stop," Kira commanded. L obeyed and stopped where he was, which was with his back to his master. He felt cool fingertips brush against his bare bottom.

"You're not wearing the panties."

"They were too uncomfortable."

"Mmm." His hands traced up the outfit's sides and stopped on his hips. His chest pressed against the lissome man's back and nibbled on his ear lobe. "I'll let you get away with it this time since you've been good, but next time I expect you to follow my orders exactly."

L leaned his head back. "Yes Master."

"I want you to entertain me." Light walked away from L and approached a hope chest. Inside was not hope, but different arrays of sex toys and bondage gear, all arranged from size and specifics. After careful examinations of each piece, he selected a long, metallic dildo and placed it on the floor between L and his chair.

"You're gonna fuck yourself with that," he commanded. L looked at the metallic toy and swallowed. "But I'll make it easier for you." He pulled out a little container of lubricant and tossed it to his little maid. "You've been a good boy so I'll be a nice master today. You won't have to do it dry."

The god sat at his throne and crossed his legs, awaiting for his pet to start the show. L walked over and picked up the dildo. It was heavy in his hands. He drizzled some of the clear gel on the surface and smeared it all over the metal dick. It was cold, and he knew it was going to be equally as cold when he forced it inside him. The slave placed it on the floor where it was previously and lowered himself to his knees with the toy underneath him. When the metal touched his skin, he whimpered; not because of the chill, but because his master liked it when he made noises and his only purpose was to please his master. Chewing on his bottom lip, he lowered himself more and pushed the dreaded device further into him. The cold burned his insides. He lifted himself up, nearing the edge, before lowering himself back down. He looked up at Kira and saw the small smirk cross his lips, showing that he was indeed enjoying what he was seeing.

"Nnng!" Thanks to the lube, it was easier for him to move. The friction was starting to warm up the metal, but it was still uncomfortably cold. The speed increased as it become easier. With each self-thrust, L cried out a little mewl.

"I've grown bored," Light suddenly announced. L looked up at him and saw the bottom of his master's shoe press against his face and push him back. L fell over with the dildo still inside him. He did not move, but only gazed up at Light's face that stared down at him. "Can you not think of something to amuse me, or am I gonna have to get rid of you, L Lawliet?"

L frantically shook his head side to side.

"Then prove you are worthy."

L pulled himself up, the dildo falling out of him and he crawled to Light on his knees. With shaky fingers, he tried to undo Light's pants' button, but his hands were slapped away.

"Do you really think blowing me will be satisfying? Perhaps you have become useless to me." He turned around and took one step away, but L grabbed his leg.

"Please, Master, don't! L is a good pet! He's a good pet!" Tears pricked at his eyes, "Please don't get rid of L. L will do whatever Master wants. L loves Master."

Light crossed his arms and stared down at the sniveling, cross-dressing sex slave. L trembled under his scrutinizing glare. Light opened his jacket and pulled a cell phone from the inside pocket and pressed one of the buttons. "It's me. I have something I need you to do. Come up to my observatory; I have a present for you." He smirked down at L and closed his cell phone with a snap.

He didn't say anything, but walked back over to the chest and picked out a leash. "Up!" he barked. L scrabbled to his feet. Kira walked towards him and clipped the leash on his collar. He was led out of the room and down the stairs and into another hallway. L knew what the observatory was, but he did not say a word when they came to it. Upon first appearance it looked like a torture chamber for sadists, and that's what it could be, depending on his master's mood. His dark eyes fluttered around the room, wondering what contraction he would be strapped to.

"Come," Light commanded, pulling on the leash and leading his pet where he wanted to go. He brought him to an area with two straps on the floor and two cushions for his knees. "Down." L obeyed and pressed his knees into the cushions. The ruler of the new world bent down and strapped down his calves to the floor. His hands were pulled behind his back and cuffed together in leather straps.

There was a knock at the door and it opened. "Kami?" Mikami poked his head inside.

Light smiled at him. "Mikami, yes, come in. This is my little present for you."

Mikami slowly walked over and looked up and down at the raven haired lad in the maid outfit. "I thought he was just for you?"

"He is," Light said, "But I'm in a generous mood so I decided to share. Now, one more thing..."

A black, silk blindfold covered L's panda-like eyes and was tied to the back. He felt his master's lips brush against the lobe of his ears. "You're gonna pleasure Mikami just like you would me. If he doesn't look pleased, you're not gonna like what I'll do to you." L licked his lips and felt Light leave him. "Okay, Mikami," he said, somewhere on the side.

L heard the sound of a zipper falling. He opened his mouth and felt the head of Mikami's cock pass through his lips. It tasted slightly different than his master's, but nevertheless, he pleasured it all the same. His tongue lapped against the vein and his teeth gently grazed the foreskin. He pulled slightly back and licked the slit of the head with the tip of his tongue. He heard the midnight-colored head release a little grunt of approval. Then he felt his fingers grab his hair roughly and then buck his hips against L's mouth, jamming into the back of his throat. L choked, but Mikami kept thrusting into his mouth. His stomach turned and bile mixed in his throat with every thrust against his tonsils. He tried to back away, but Mikami's strong grip kept him in place. His instinct told him to bite down, but his brain supplied him with images of what the consequences of such an act would be.

Light sat on the table and watched with his legs crossed. His face devoid of emotion as he continued to watch Mikami mouth-fuck his pet. He was disappointed. What had he hoped to get out of this? He had assumed that being assaulted by someone other than him would make L fight back, and yet, he was accepting it. Because he was broken. Seeing this new L, this L unable to think or act without an order was no longer as satisfying as it used to be. He enjoyed taking and humiliating his once mortal enemy, but it had quickly gone dull. The ravenhead did not fight back. He missed the challenges, the threats they threw at each other, the kicks, the punches, and everything else that grated his nerves when L was the detective and Light was the suspect, not the god and the pet. Now it was hard to even look into L's eyes because there was not reflection, no life.

He was a drone.

"Heh heh," Mikami laughed as he continued to thrust into L's throat, "His mouth is wet...and warm...just like a pussy."

Light didn't comment. He knew it must've been painful and humiliating for L, but he did nothing because he was trained to do nothing, because Light had trained him as so. What would he do if L actually did defend himself and bit Mikami's dick right off? Of course he would be punished by Light's hand, but Light would be satisfied in knowing that a sliver of the old L still remained in that robot. Before he never would have imagined seeing L wearing a French maid outfit, strapped down and bound, while being forced to suck the dick of another man.

Upon hearing the ravenhead giving a harsh cough, Light refocused on the two and saw semen dribble out of his mouth and drip down the front of his outfit. Then another shot hit L's face; the blindfold stopped it from getting into into his eyes.

"Heh heh," Mikami laughed again, panting a little heavier, "Kami...you're pet is...very well trained. To think that this was the man who challenged you, Kami."

"Yes..." Light sighed.

"At least he is good for something." His foot traced up the fishnet stockings and up L's thigh. His shoe brushed against the frilly skirt. Light snapped to attention when he saw his pet shiver when Mikami's shoe touched his balls.

"That's enough, Mikami!" Light snapped, "I only ordered him to give you a blowjob. You may leave now."

Mikami looked at him with a confused look, but nodded and made his way to the door and left. Light dropped off the table and made his way over to L, whom was wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his shoulder. He lowered himself on his knees behind L and wrapped his arms around the lissome waist. He kissed the back of his neck and began to explore the ravenhead's front through his outfit. His hands roamed and he untied the large white bow in the back, making the outfit become slack on L's body. He unzipped the back and traced his fingers up and down his spine slowly.

"Mmmm," L moaned as Light kissed up his neck and take his lobe between his teeth. He pushed the top of the outfit down his shoulders and stroked his chest. L shifted when Light began to trace the areola of his nipples with his fingers. The cuffs on L's wrists rubbed against his stomach in a not-so-pleasant way. He undid the buckle and released his wrists. Then he unstrapped his calves, and lowered the lithe body to the floor and rolled him on his back. He kissed up his sternum until he got to the collar. He debated whether to remove it or not, before finally deciding to leave it as is. He pushed the frilly skirt up and was glad to see L's erection standing at attention. His fingers brushed against the head.

"Ah," L peeped.

He smiled and kissed the ravenhead's throat and adams apple while his fingers stroked the shaft of his penis.

"Mmmnnn," L moaned again, "M-Master..."

The brunet paused and lifted his head slightly. "L." He looked at the blindfold and touched the front gently, then pulled it off. L's large, black eyes blinked at him, slightly blinded by the lights overhead. "When we're alone, call me Light-kun."

L blinked up at him, slightly confused and puzzled. "...Light-kun?"

It had been so long since he had heard his name spoken from another's lips; not even Misa called him anything more than 'Kira-sama'. And when L said it, he could see something familiar flicker in those obsidian orbs. A glimpse of the L he used to know before he broke him.

He grabbed the back of his head and pressed his lips roughly against the others and kissed in deeply, kissed him with more passion than he had in four years.

"Mmn!" L pulled back, much to Light's annoyance, "Master! I-I still taste like Mikami..."

"I don't care." He pressed his lips back to L's and shoved his tongue inside, not caring about the bitterness taste of Mikami's semen. He momentarily pulled back to mutter "And I told you to call me Light-kun" before pressing L against the floor and coaxing his tongue into his mouth. He sucked on the muscle sweetly and wetly. He could feel the sporadic heartbeat of the lithe man beating against his sternum; even his heartbeat was slightly more erratic. His pelvis ground against L's, his khaki bulge rubbing against his naked cock, precum oozing from the tip in clear beads. He tested L's entrance by shoving two of his fingers inside.

"Nnnng!" L groaned in protest, "Mas...Light-kun!"

The God removed his fingers and rubbed them together. The lubrication from earlier with the metallic dildo was still present inside him, making him slick. He unzipped himself and released his half-hard member, then took L's hand and wrapped pale, spidery fingers around his glans.

"Touch me," he commanded in a whisper, "You can touch me."

Dark eyes looked back at him with uncertainty and confusion, but slowly his fingers began to trace the shaft and move up and down. Light's fingers guided him and steadily picked up the pace.

"Yes," Light hissed against L's ear, "Like that. Touch me more."

"L-Light-kun."

He groaned deeply in his throat when he heard his name spoken from that mouth once again, just like before. The nostalgia brought a mix feeling of happiness and sorrow. When he went to touch L's hair, he flinched. Light frowned.

"I've...hurt you alot, haven't I?" L didn't say anything, but only stared up at him. He stroked the side of the ex-detective's head, rubbing the bud of his thumb against the rim of his ear. He already knew that answer. Was it any wonder why L flinched away when the hands that were caressing him now usually struck him with pain. These hands hurt more than they showed compassion. This must be confusing to him, to suddenly be shown sympathy; L was just waiting for Light to hurt him, wasn't he? Because that's what he anticipated...

"I'm not going to hurt you," he said lowly, "I want to make you feel good."

His lips descended on the shallow part of his nape, kissing and licking the sensitive dip. He heard L gasp and become rigid, not sure what he was supposed to do. His hands travelled down to L's pelvis, stroking the jutting hip bone. Tentatively, his hands traced up the inside of L's thighs, slowly pushing them apart while he watched the ravenhead's face. His large onyx eyes were shining with tears. Why did he hurt him so much? What had he gained out of it? Not only had he broken L, he had broken himself.

Light's arm wrapped underneath L's back, holding onto the curve of his hip. L's hand covered his mouth from emitting any cry when the brunet began to push into him, the head of his cock pushing past the first ring of muscle. Light pulled L's hand away and entwined his fingers; L's other hand grabbed at his sleeve. He made throaty noises as he was thrusts into. Kira bent forward and caught his lips, thrusting furthur into him until the noises L was making from strangled cries of discomfort to 'oh's of thrilling pleasure. He pulled back from the kiss and a string of saliva connected them until it snapped.

"L-Light-kun."

He sat up and pulled L into his lap and kissed his chest and shoulders. One leg pushed up to the same height of his shoulders.

"Mmmnn! Light-kun!"

Yes! Keep calling him that. Hearing his name, his actual name, was turning him on to no degree. More he thrusts into the crow feathered haired lad. Spidery fingers grabbed his shirt and his tongue licked his neck. He could feel the rectal muscles around his member tighten and L tightened his grip on his shirt.

"Oh-Oh-Oh!"

Say it...Say it one more time...

"O-Oh! Light-kun!"

The orgasm they both shared rocked their bodies. L released a cry but Light was unable to hear it by the sound of his heart beat ringing in his ears. L slumped against him, slicked with sweat and semen and unable to catch his breath, as was Light. He didn't want to pull out of him, not just yet. Instead, he wrapped his arms around the pale man and held him. L slightly lifted his eyes to look behind Light, his breath hot on his master's shoulder. He lifted his right wrist and stared at it and slowly blinked. It was just a normal, pale and lithe wrist, yet...

His old life, he never thought of it. There was no point in being nostalgic and becoming angry about how the events led up to now, to Kira's reign and L as his servant, as his pet. He never thought about the good old days where he had freedom, where he was an individual and not a sex pet. He never thought about the old L who never backed down and most definitely never bowed down. However, that L had died when Kira won. He was not the great detective anymore. Those days were over, and he never thought about it.

However, he was starting to remember...