Addict

Addict

It had been a like never ending foreplay from the second L had chained them to each other earlier that day. Every time he felt the movement of the chain, Light was reminded that they were going to spend their nights together from now on. Light needed L badly. As soon as Light's confinement began, their sex life had gone out the window. Throughout the captivity, L had not initiated, no matter how much Light had insinuated. L abstained not out of any sort of ethical question; he wouldn't have allowed a relationship like this to begin had that been the case. L's motives were more of a confession tactic. It had thoroughly pissed Light of at the time, but now all he could think of was the heat pounding in his lower half.

The task force had just finished for the day, with the last one lingering being his father. Light knew what was keeping his father from leaving. Yagami senior was aware of his son's sexual leanings and was feeling uncomfortable leaving him alone chained to a man. One day, his father had come home unexpectedly on time and caught him and a high school friend looking flushed and disheveled in the foyer. It would have been less awkward had the friend been a girl. His father hadn't said a word about it ever, but Light knew he connected the dots. And to top it off, his friend had never gone home with him again. Light yawned, bored with work, and wondered when his father would finally let up and go home.

With a creak, L swiveled in his chair and said, "Yagami-san, I believe it is late and Light-kun is tired. Please go home and rest."

"Fine, Ryuuzaki. I'll take my leave," Soichiro huffed, angry at being kicked out, "Goodnight."

Light let out a long sigh in the elevator heading to the floor with their bedroom.

"Are you really that tired, Light-kun?"

"Yes, L, I am," Light said dropping the alias the taskforce called L, "I've been waiting for a long time," Light added as he moved towards L unbuttoning the top buttons of his shirt. Light knew L enjoyed seeing him come undone and unkempt, so uncharacteristic of Light.

"Oh? Waiting, for what?" L played coy, he could take an educated guess, but they, or rather he, had stopped their physical relationship for a while now. Like a recovering addict, L felt a sense of accomplishment in that and wasn't sure he wanted to give it up.

"For you, L," Light spoke softly while lifting L's chained hand to his mouth, "for your fingers…," Light started and took in two of L's fingers and tasting them briefly before letting them go.

"For your mouth," Light continued.

L tensed slightly at the thought of Light kissing him, but felt his face flush when Light grabbed L's other hand and pressed it against Light's erection. He ground against L and moaned through closed lips. He leaned in close to L's ear and whispered, "and mostly, for the hot feeling of you throbbing inside me and pushing me over the edge."

The elevator doors opened straight into their room. Light smirked in anticipated victory as he felt L's hand grip his hair and pull his head back, L was always a bit rough. As long as Light was the one dishing out the orders, he was alright with it. But L surprisingly let go and shoved him into the bedroom. Light looked confused and hotly aroused, and L's resolve broke. He grabbed Light's shirt with both hands and pulled it apart, popping off the remaining buttons.

Light yelped at the suddenness of the action, but regained enough composure to pull L in by the elbow and kiss him as L gripped his ribcage with both hands and rubbed roughly at Light's nipples. The pink nubs hardened effortlessly making Light whine into the L's mouth. As they reached the bed, L shoved Light again and he toppled back onto the expansive bed.

As L loomed over Light imposingly, he took his shirt, letting it hang on the chain. Light sat up and undid L's pants. They dropped to the floor and L stepped out of them as kneeled on the bed over Light. The captive took the hint and decided to reward L for his cooperation. Light buried his face in L's clothed groin. Boxer briefs? Light thought, and suddenly didn't care as L ran his hands through his amber hair. L hardened fully as the wetness of Light's mouth soaked through the fabric and Light's fingers worked up and down his back. L felt the fingers retreat as Light worked his own pants open and slid them down.

L stopped straddling Light and helped him finish removing the slim fitting garment revealing bare skin and a rosy, aching need.

"No underwear?"

L sat with his legs stretched in front of him in the middle of the bed.

"Always prepared," Light countered with a full grin moving into L's lap.

"Of course, you always like to stay at least one step ahead," L remarked as Light rubbed L's erection with his palm.

Light narrowed his eyes in irritation and said, "That's right."

He pulled the waistband of L's underwear down past below his cock. L hissed at the abuse, but Light relieved him by stroking. Light looked up and waited for L to reach down and kiss him. L only gave him a peck. Light stopped stroking and grabbed L's neck and pulled him into wet, messy tongue-filled kiss. L laughed and continued the kiss as he pulled Light's hips down to his to rub against each other.

"Ahh," moaned Light, "I want that mouth now," whimpered Light.

"That didn't sound very commanding."

"Now," sniped Light, pushing L onto his back and moving up.

L took Light in all the way. He never had a gag reflex, not even the first time he had done it. It only bothered him slightly to think L had had others. He refrained himself from getting too worked up about since he hadn't been exactly virginal, either. As L worked his mouth exquisitely up and down Light's length, Light sucked on his own fingers, coating them. He looked down at L, and reached behind himself pushing in one finger quickly and gasping.

L slowed the suction as Light worked the second finger in and concentrated on the suckling Light's tip. Light went taut with overstimulation, and grasped onto the base of his shaft and stilled the fingers within him, fighting his impending release. Light was wearing nothing but a wide open, button less shirt, wet with his own sweat, and his golden hair was in disarray. L took in the sight and stroked his neglected engorged member.

"I can't wait anymore," said Light, more to himself than to L. Light shifted his head down lining up with L's hips, and hovered over L's cock. L sat up, still stroking.

"I'm going to need a little more lubrication, L."

L stared silently. There was some in the bathroom, but he wasn't going to stop and go get it. Light exhaled exasperated and descended on L. After slathering it a bit, Light decided it would be enough since L was dripping, also. Light positioned L against his crevice. He gripped L's neck with his chained hand, and kissed L groaning as he rubbed L's hardness against the sensitive skin, wetting it.

"It's going to be tight. It might hurt," L said, his voice strained.

"Uhhh…don't care…haa…this hurts, too."

Light rubbed his erection on his stomach. Light placed one of L's hands against it, and L took over the task as Light guided L's tip inside himself. Light arched his back and cried out in pain as he eased down L to the point where he got wider and stopped again. L breathed sharply as he felt tremors inside Light, but Light denied himself the pleasure of completion, again.

This part of L definitely took after his probable European descent. Light had never really taken L all the way in, and L had never imposed it on him either. Tonight, Light would make sure L never consider taking a hiatus again. He spread his legs a little more, and coaxed L in, seating himself until he felt the cotton of the boxer briefs L never finished taking off under him. Light let go of the breath he held. He was so incredibly full and tight. That searing heat was what he'd long for deep within him alone in his cell.

"I can feel the blood pounding in your veins," panted Light, "I missed it, being joined together like this."

L groaned, and Light felt the throbbing increase. Light pushed L down against the bed again and placed his hands on L's stomach, reveling in the feeling of L beneath him.

"Come on, L, give me what I need."

And suddenly, L realized why Light hadn't let himself finish yet. "And mostly, for the hot feeling of you throbbing inside me and pushing me over the edge," Light had said earlier.

L seized Light's damp hips and pushed Light up and down slowly, getting Light used to it. Light grimaced a little and stroked himself, breathing heavy. L was dripping profusely now, and when he felt Light was slippery enough, he started with shallow thrusts.

"Ahh, yes, that's it," rasped Light, feeling the pressure give way, "now faster, L."

L knew he wouldn't last much longer completely buried in Light, and decided to get it done quickly. L pushed down on Light's hips as he drove up into him, and Light saw stars behind his closed eyes. Again and again L pounded, until the force of their movements was too much and Light fell forward and caught himself on his forearms on either side of L's head. L wrapped his arms around Light's waist and drove in faster while Light's stiffness was trapped between their stomachs enjoying the wet friction of perspiration. The different angle of penetration pressed Light passed the brink. Light came half moaning and sobbing into L's ear, acutely feeling the feathery touch of his black mane, and spilling between the two bodies.

L felt Light's inner walls clenching. He pulled Light's hair to see his satiated face as the shudders constricting his thickness made the tightness in his stomach begin to find its way out. L tried to pull out. L knew without being told that Light didn't let him finish inside, but Light held him in place.

"Leave it," he choked out, his Adam's apple standing out prominently from his strained neck because of the hand entangled in his hair.

L plunged in deep one last time and stilled his hips releasing warmth in waves inside Light, something neither had experienced before. L released Light's hair and kissed him deeply. Light fell on his side into the softness of the bed still impaled on L giving in to his exhaustion. L faced Light and stared at his closed eyes. As he stroked the smooth golden thigh that was still draped on him, L tried to pacify his pride.

"I can quit anytime I want," L whispered in an effort of self-assurance.

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A/N: This was written for a request on another site which entailed a dominant uke Light, a reluctant L, and dirty talk. I feel it needed more dirty talk, but that's all I could drag out of Light. Ha ha ha!