Control

L let out a long sigh, thankful that Light couldn’t hear him when he did not press the intercom’s button; he did not want the other male to know that he was feeling this way. But Light had been on the verge of saying something for the past day and a half but he’d always silence himself, his perfect face devoid of some emotion that the detective knew was there. Holding back another sigh L pressed the intercom button as Light once again called out to him.

Though it was tempting, L refrained from asking Light if he was ready to confess, “Yes? What is it, Light-kun?” he asked in his monotone voice, dark eyes watching the monitor showing him real-time video of the captive Kira suspect; the intelligent young man had been staring up into the camera up until that point, but his courage seemed lost once more and he dipped his head down to the knees he had drawn up to his chest. The-somehow-still perfect hair hung down over Light’s face shielding his expression from L with a wispy brown curtain; the strands, however, were not long enough to hide the reddish hue on his cheeks from the sleuth’s sharp eyesight.

L’s thin finger lingered on the call button a moment longer, his mouth opening to press for more, but he changed his mind and slowly lifted the digit. Light found his voice, “You aren’t going to let me out of here... and I’m so stressed, Ryuzaki.” L tilted his head at the screen, indicating for the captive to continue even if he could not be seen; Light did not need the prompt, “I just seem to feel—“ the young suspect paused then to clear his throat quietly, “It’s perfectly normal for someone my age to have needs.”

L paused for a moment as he considered his answer ; the image of Light on the screen began to fidget slightly from discomfort so L decided to relieve him of his suffering: at least, of silence, “Are you trying to imply that I am too old to understand someone ‘your age’, Light-kun?” L asked in mock irritation, “Perhaps I am incapable of providing you with a solution.”

L was almost sure he heard a low whine drift in from the speaker, but it was at that moment that his laptop’s fan started to buzz loudly; he would have to listen again later if he really wanted to know for sure. Right now it didn’t matter in comparison to Light’s reply, “Damn it, Ryuzaki; you know what I meant!” Of course Light was right, L just enjoyed pushing some of the other male’s buttons, “I need something...” To prove his point, the young man finally looked up, soft brown eyes hardened to a point which might have chilled L to his core if he felt at all unsafe; but that wasn’t the case, Light leaned over slightly to struggle half-heartedly with his arms fastened behind his back.

L let out another sigh, this time into the intercom with a slim finger pressed to activate the communication, “I don’t think your brain has been in such disuse, Light-kun, that you cannot figure out how to manoeuvre your hands under your backside to the front. I will not remove the handcuffs.”

There was a slight murmur from Light-something again that L couldn’t pick up-before he spoke up with a gaze that was determined and haughty and so completely Kira, “I want more than just touching myself, Ryuzaki! I want—well, I at least want something to touch myself to.”

L felt his lips curl slightly into a smile as he remembered Light’s dirty magazine, just what would Light say if he knew that L had been watching him? Of course he would keep that to himself, he couldn’t tease Light like he wanted to, “You do realize that I do not have any magazines... and I will not give you access to a computer.”

Light was silent for a moment, his head dropping back to his chest as he struggled to speak again; L noted that the pink hue of embarrassment had returned to the other male’s face, “I don’t want that... I want someone—I want you to fuck someone for me.”

“Who?” L asked in reply; the word coming without thinking on his part, a rare occurrence. Frankly he was somewhat interested in what Light had to say, though he wasn’t quite sure how this would help the other male with his problem.

Surprised eyes looked back up at L; obviously he hadn’t expected L to actually consider it and he seemed flabbergasted for a moment, “Wh—ahh...” the young man paused to clear his throat, eyes closing as he collected himself, or perhaps he was hiding more embarrassment, “Matsuda.”

“Matsuda?” the name was echoed; a dark-haired head tilted to one side as a finger drew up to press and obscure a sugar-coated bottom lip. It was strange, and yet not; with all the girls Light dated he’d absently concluded-when he first started to observe Light-that his Kira suspect was either a ‘player’ or trying to cover up his true desires. Subconsciously he’d believed that Light was attracted strictly to girls, but that must have been helped along by the magazine Light showed interest in.

“Yeah.” Light replied, his head lifting again with a show of that superiority of his in his cool gaze, “He’s the best choice; so are you going to do it, or what?”

L drew his hand back from the intercom to rest it against his knee; his long fingers curled into his loose jeans as he considered Light’s request. It was quite some time before he answered, so long that Light was actually dozing against his knees when L pressed the button, his voice jolting the other male awake, “I suppose so.”

“Excuse me?” Light asked hazily before his sleepy mind remembered what was going on; his face took on a bit of color again but his confidence was soon returning with every word, “Well... I’d like if you would follow my directions as well. Let’s make him squirm, Ryuzaki.”

L might have laughed at Light’s assumption that he would so easily follow directions, but decided it would be more fun to ‘defy’ him should the need arise, “Yes, let’s.” he answered, his finger retreating to leave Light in silence for now; he had some things to attend to before he could bring in Matsuda.

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Ryuzaki had been ignoring him for some time now; he’d tried a few times to get his attention, but failed each time. Absently he wondered if L didn’t actually intend to follow through with his little fantasy; but then-after nodding off again-he was hearing L’s voice, “Come in.”

Light looked up as if he could actually see the detective and the door he was facing away from, or so he assumed. The door opened with a soft click that Light could hear-the sound system was surprisingly clear-and after he closed his eyes he felt as if he were in the room, “You called for me, Ryuzaki?” Matsuda asked, his voice drawing nearer and filled with hesitation but also excitement. That was just like him; Light had to wonder what he would sound like when L began.

“Hey!” Light began, “Hey Ryuzaki!” there was no reply from L or Matsuda; Light would have thought L disabled the sound if not for Ryuzaki’s obsession with monitoring him. The young man imagined that L had a hidden ear piece and a small microphone on his body so that he could hear Light and vice-versa, “Kiss him.” He instructed finally, “Don’t bother asking, just trap him; he won’t object.”

“Matsuda-san...” L started as if he were going to ignore Light’s suggestion, but the young Kira suspect heard a bit of a shuffle; Matsuda let out a startled yelp and Light imagined his arms flailing slightly when he heard the young detective’s protest being smothered by L’s lips. He imagined L trapping Matsuda’s arms above his head and instructed him to do so; Light listened to more muffled noises from Matsuda as he lifted himself up to draw his hands to the front.

“R-Ryuzaki... what are you—why?” came Matsuda’s voice accompanied by the sound of shuffling; Light was sure Matsuda was trying to free his arms, though not with true desperation. He was probably intrigued by L’s advances and aroused; Light had easily detected Matsuda’s fondness for himself, and it was just as obvious that he struggled to impress L.

Light hesitated to touch himself so soon so he let his hands rest on the floor between his legs, “Isn’t it obvious?” L asked, his tone slightly admonishing, though Matsuda would not be able to tell with L’s monotone, “I’m interested—“ Light interrupted with a quick suggestion and L hesitated a moment more before saying, “I intend to fuck you, Matsuda-san.”

Light smirked, pleased with L’s obedience and Matsuda’s startled gasp; this power was just like using the Death Note, but on a smaller and more sexual scale, “I-I-I don’t know what to say...” Matsuda admitted, his voice trembling but still quite eager; perhaps he thought he was being taunted rather than seduced.

Light let out a little huff before saying, “Don’t answer that, L; just kiss him again, start touching him.” And L did, the sound of wet lips meeting sending a thrill through Light’s body; he struggled to remain in control longer but his arm seemed to gravitate closer and he thrust against his wrist slightly, “Twist one of his nipples.”

The sound Matsuda made was rewarding; his lips smacking slightly as he pulled away to yelp L’s alias; Light ground a little harder against his wrist, “That’s not enough, Ryuzaki.” Light began, his voice still smooth as if he weren’t stimulated at all, “Keep twisting it, he shouldn’t be able to find his voice when you’re through with him.”

L, Light noticed, was very quiet while he tormented Matsuda’s chest; the neatly dressed young man was so loud as he begged L for more with half-formed words, but Ryuzaki’s silence was almost deafening. The future God of the new world wondered if L could even get aroused or if he really was that in control of his own reactions. Somewhat frustrated, as this fantasy of his wasn’t just about Matsuda, Light stopped himself from rubbing as he asked, “Are you aroused, L? No sense in continuing much father if you aren’t.”

Light heard nothing for a while other than Matsuda’s panting; he thought he was being ignored before L suddenly spoke up, “Do you feel that, Matsu?” came L’s voice, holding a very mild form of affection in his tone as he spoke the shortened name, “This is what I will be putting inside of you.” Matsuda’s voice quivered as he moaned in response; Light imagined that L was grinding against Matsuda’s hip to draw his attention to his sexual state.

“Ryuzaki...” was Matsuda’s response; and Light could hear rhythmic shifting that he assumed was their bodies rubbing together, “Is this really ok?”

Light’s lips turned up into another smirk as he returned to grinding against his arm, “I don’t know if you pulled his shirt up or not Ryuzaki, but it doesn’t matter; suck his nipple through his shirt if you have to.” Another surprised yelp reached Light’s ears; Matsuda’s voice was filled with lust and his arms were likely locked around L’s neck to draw him closer to his sensitive areas. Light couldn’t take it anymore and he started to undo his pants, his fingers fumbling with a zipper that he wished wasn’t there.

Without direction on how to reply the genius detective spoke; his voice low, and monotone but unable to completely hide the lust, “Of course it’s fine, Matsu.” He said, his dark eyes peering up at the other male through messy hair as his tongue dragged flat across a fabric covered peak. L had been following Light’s directions, and it seemed that Matsuda was willing enough; but he had to ask, “You do want this, do you not?”

Matsuda swallowed and nodded, his head hanging slightly as if ashamed or embarrassed, “You’re amazing, L; why wouldn’t I want this?” he asked breathlessly before leaning in to capture L’s lips in a kiss. With Light’s earlier comment regarding Matsuda’s fitness for this activity, L was now sure that somehow the Yagami boy knew of Matsuda’s attraction to him. He had very little knowledge where lust and love were concerned, so he hadn’t known what to expect when his lips first met with the other male’s.

“Enough talking.” Light’s voice broke L’s thoughts through the hidden ear-piece. He sounded so calm and collected, but he and Light had so much in common; he was sure Light had lost himself in his own little fantasy. Though L had to wonder if Light is-he knows he is-Kira, is this part of some plan? Does he think L can be distracted from his quest to capture Kira just because of a tryst with a Task Force member? He’s interrupted again, “Undo his belt.”

Matsuda feels completely light-headed, and giddy, and aroused when he feels Ryuzaki’s hands undoing his belt; part of him is very tempted to make the other male slow down so they can savour the moment, but he’s just enjoying this too much to put a stop to it. He’s afraid he might wake up from this moment-a delicious dream-if he does, and then seeing L in the morning will be so distracting and awkward and he doesn’t want to feel more useless than he already does.

“Ryuzaki...” he mumbles again, knowing that L’s reactions seem strongest after he calls that name; he tightens his hold around Ryuzaki’s neck and drops his face to the other male’s shoulder. There’s that soft buzz again, sounding like it might be a voice; but he’s sure it’s all in his head even if it is a little louder this time. L’s hand slips past his waistband then, and it’s easy to forget his mind might be playing tricks on him.

“Ah... Ryuzaki please, it’s so tight.” Matsuda moans, and for a second Light imagines that he’s in charge of L; the mysterious detective wiggling his hips in an obscene motion to get Matsuda’s cock deeper inside. Maybe he’d been going about this the wrong way; sure, Matsuda had that naivety about him that made him perfect for submission, but it would be much more fun to break L’s calm demeanour and have him moaning and begging to be taken.

Light can’t help the devious smirk that crosses his lips, “Pull his pants and undergarments down, Ryuzaki.” There’s a relieved sigh on Matsuda’s part as he’s freed from the confines of his pants, but he still sounds as if he’s being tormented without enough stimulation. He’s letting out a small whine that Light can barely hear, but he knows it’s there; it makes him want to torment Matsuda more, but it also makes him want to hear L making the same sorts of noises.

Slowly, Light draws in a breath of air and for the first time he reached in to grab his stiffened flesh and removes it from its confines. Carefully, slowly, and teasingly Light started to run his fingers over his moistening flesh; his voice remained steady as he issued another order, “Get on your knees, Ryuzaki; make him beg while you suck him.”

The hesitation is much longer this time, so long that Matsuda seems to have cooled off enough to speak almost evenly; Light wondered if he’d lost some arousal from the wait, “Ryuzaki?” He’s cautious; Light can imagine him reaching to poke a finger into one of the detective’s shoulders; L continues to say nothing.

Then there’s a sudden gasp and Light can imagine Matsuda arching into L’s mouth... except; there was no indication that L had made the move to his knees. Matsuda confirms his suspicious, his voice cleared enough that he can articulate his pleasure and what’s happening, “Ahh... Ryuzaki please; I don’t want to wait. Put one inside, please.”

He’s so needy and submissive that Light can’t help but order L not to give him what he requested; it’s much more fun to torment the both of them, “C’mon L,” he coaxed as his fingers trailed lightly over the bottom vein; his member pulsed with need, “just a little lick.”

“No.” L replied, sounding as if he were talking to Matsuda; but Light knew it was directed at him. He felt a scowl cross his brow and tried once again to insist on it, even as Matsuda’s begging nearly drowned him out.

Finally, L seemed to relent; or so Light thought; a few seconds later he heard Matsuda’s gasp, but it was only to discover seconds later that Ryuzaki had obliged Matsuda over him. Light felt his blood boil, but there was nothing he could do; in fact, the anger seemed to fuel his lust and his fantasies. When he got out of here-and he would get out of here-he would make Ryuzaki pay for disobeying him; he couldn’t wait to get the other male over his knee...

Stifling a groan Light continued to touch himself to the sound of Matsuda’s voice; the young man spoke heavily once again with desire as he begged for L’s ministrations to continue, “Please, Ryuzaki, more! Deeper!” He sounded much like a horny schoolboy who hadn’t been laid in his life, and for all Light knew he hadn’t; he wished he was there to see the expression on the other male’s face, but his imagination was almost as sweet. He could see Matsuda’s dark hair glued to his forehead from sweat while his face was a deep red from the heat and the strain and maybe even some embarrassment; finally his mouth had dropped open and his eyes were squeezed closed so he could let out moans and suck in air... and Light was imagining Matsuda’s pink lips wrapped around his own hardened flesh.

Light tried to clear his head, though it was made impossible with Matsuda’s loud cries and L’s nearly silent panting; it was aggravated further by the fingers he’d seemed to lost control of: fingers that kept running through the dribbling precum to spread the slickness everywhere, “No more foreplay, Ryuzaki.” He suddenly demanded; he’d wanted to try tormenting L a little more but he was just too lost in his own sexual haze, “Fuck him.” He heard L moving along with the rustle of clothes, he wondered if L was still fully clothed aside from the stiff flesh he’d just released; it seemed to be the completely Ryuzaki thing to do, as if he were afraid that his nudeness could be used against him. Light stopped caring; he didn’t want to about how weird L was right now.

Light stilled his hand with quite a bit of effort, it was in preparation for the entry into Matsuda’s body; he fisted his hand before his cock like it was the other male’s puckered hole and started to rub against his hand gently. Somehow he was less aroused than when he was thinking of pushing into L’s body instead, “Ryuzaki, wait.” he interrupted part way through Matsuda’s own ‘fuck me’ order, “I changed my mind; I want you to ride him.”

There was a short hesitation which was broken by Matsuda’s voice, “Wha..? Ryuzaki where are you—huh!?” Light was surprised by the sudden crack that the microphone picked up; something had been broken...

“I will do no such thing, Light-kun.” Light dropped his hand, trying to comprehend what was going on by suppressing his sexual desire; he could still hear L’s voice so the microphone had not been damaged, he suspected that L had grown sick of following his orders and had simply destroyed the hidden ear piece. But then... even if he were aroused L would not forget that Light was his Kira suspect; putting a stop to the monitoring was not the ‘L’ thing to do.

Matsuda was so confused and aroused and he didn’t know what else; taking in a deep breath he moved to a sitting position, his pants still around his ankles as his teary, blurry eyes looked at whatever it was that Ryuzaki had crushed. He remembered L mentioning Light and with a little bit of shock he looked over at monitor that showed the imprisoned Yagami boy before looking up at the mostly clothed L, “What..?”

His incomplete question was ignored, as L pulled something small and black from his shirt collar; in a few seconds it was destroyed as well and dropped with the rest of the junk, “Ryuzaki..?” he tried again, only to be met with L’s back and the little bit of smooth bottom exposed from L’s hanging pants; he was feeling completely rejected at this moment but still so aroused, he didn’t quite think he could move in this confused state of arousal and rejection.

L shuffled across the floor and pressed his finger against a button, “I think you’ve been in control of this situation for too long, Light-kun; it’s going to your head and making you think you can order just about anything from me.” Matsuda tilted his head curiously, still wondering what L was going to do even if he didn’t come back to continue, “You can’t, Light-kun; and I think it’s time Matsuda-san and I assured you of this.”

Matsuda perked up at that, almost like an excited dog; he shifted a little and tried to get back to his feet so he could be next to L, “If you weren’t going to do what I asked, why did you agree in the first place?” Light asked, voice irritated; Matsuda flushed in embarrassment, realizing that Light had been listening (watching?) the whole time.

Light wasn’t granted a response; L’s finger lifted and then he was turning back to Matsuda. He extended his long arms and curled his fingers in Matsuda’s hair to bring him into a kiss; the young man let out a soft, startled moan. It was far too easy to forget what he was thinking about when L handled him like this; why would he want to think about what Light was doing when L’s mouth was so warm and sweet? Why would he care about anything other than the demanding way that L pulled him closer?

It was so easy, Matsuda noted, to feel dizzy right now; one moment he’d been pressed against L’s body and the next he was shoved against a cool surface, his head spinning as he tried to figure out how it had happened and where L was. Matsuda had time enough to curl his arms beneath his chest before L was on top of him, the baggy white shirt tormenting him by allowing him to feel the firmness of L’s chest without letting them touch. He let out a helpless little noise that was drowned out by the detective’s cool, even voice, “Matsuda-san, I have a request.”

Lifting his head, Matsuda watched as L’s hand moved across his wrist and to something that was just to the right; he scanned the object as L’s fingers grazed it, “Light-kun deserves... a punishment of sorts.” Again Matsuda froze and blushed as he remembered that Light had heard him with L; he didn’t want to think about it, but against his will he looked up at the large monitor that showed the imprisoned Light. Matsuda had to curse L for having such a detailed system, he could see Light’s exposed skin as if he were peeking through a window rather than spying through a camera; he quickly dropped his gaze back to L’s hand. He couldn’t look at that image anymore, he couldn’t allow himself to look at the Chief’s soon like that.

The world renowned detective was slowly caressing a button, his finger moving in a slow circle that Matsuda wished would return to touching him in such a way. Swallowing hard, Matsuda tried to clear his head of those thoughts so he could focus on L. As if he sensed Matsuda’s attention L continued, “There’s one thing I can think of that might very well drive him crazy.” Matsuda didn’t like the sound of that, how could he agree to torment Light more than he already was? But it seemed his body got a thrill from it anyhow, he was throbbing again: begging for touch that Ryuzaki just wasn’t giving him. Instead, L’s hand moved over his again; Matsuda had to shift his weight as L guided his hand to that little button.

When L finally made his request, Matsuda couldn’t help but comply.

Light’s eyes were open now, his irritated gaze focused on the wall before him; he should have known better than to trust his desires to L. Now he was stuck sitting on the floor with an uncomfortable hard-on, mixed images of L and Matsuda in various sexual situations coursing through his head, and the strong desire to murder Ryuzaki with his own two hands right now rather than wait for his plan to work.

Just as he was about to try and finish Light heard the tell-tale click that meant L was about to speak; he dropped his hands and cast his tamed-but still murderous-gaze to the camera, “L-Light-kun...” Light almost gasped but settled for a blink of surprise when Matsuda’s voice reached him, “I...” the gulp was audible and Light had to struggled not to let his mind wander; knowing Matsuda he’d probably just begged L to let him apologize for being unable to help him finish before L booted him out. The Yagami boy waited patiently for Matsuda to continue so he could get back to what he was doing, “I’m—we—“

“It’s time for your punishment, Light-kun.” L replied swiftly in place of Matsuda; Light was surprised Ryuzaki had even expected Matsuda to try and say that. Light couldn’t imagine Matsuda even implying that he’d want to punish someone, he was positive Matsuda was red in the face just from hearing L say it.

Really, though, it was a laugh that L thought that anything he did would be punishing; nothing could be more punishing than being left to hang-like he already was-and then being forced to wait to ‘punish’ L himself. Light struggled not to role his eyes like a petulant child; instead he smirked and started to lazily-bordering desperately-stroke himself again.

There was silence for quite a while; so long that Light suspected that his punishment was ‘the silent treatment’. He hadn’t heard the microphone click off, but it was hard to focus with the stimulation of his hand: fingers trailing along every sensitive little patch and running through the slippery, oozing liquid that coated his every inch. Suddenly there was a sharp gasp from Matsuda, one that was again followed by silence; Light slowed his hand again so he could try and figure out just what L was up to with the other male. It was actually maddening-he hated to admit-that he didn’t know what was going on; he tried to imagine what was going on between the other two, but couldn’t figure it out through the silence.

“Ryuzaki I--” Matsuda’s voice was a soft whisper when he spoke next but he was quickly silent again; that whispered name and L’s lack of response was enough to give Light a little hint. Matsuda obviously hadn’t realized the power of L’s audio equipment which meant he and L really were treating him to ‘the silent treatment’. How ridiculous.

Sighing, Light shut his eyes and recalled earlier images and sounds that had brought him to this point; L’s voice, Matsuda’s begging, the rustle of clothes, the sound of their kisses: Light played his fingers over his cock and continued to feed his imagination with various other scenarios, but it somehow wasn’t enough. He couldn’t fully distract himself knowing that L and Matsuda were there doing something-he could tell they were by the audible clicks: once to cut the sound and again to return-but that he couldn’t even begin to guess what. It was with that thought that he realized how effective this punishment actually was; and he’d practically told Ryuzaki how to torment him upon making his request. He wanted-needed-something to touch himself to; his mind was normally too busy with various things, like coming up with plans for Kira or focusing on his flawless façade, to be able to focus solely on self-gratification. Even now, without noise or images, he was busy analyzing how he’d fallen into this situation rather than the persistently throbbing flesh between his legs; it was steadily driving him crazy. He was used to conflicting thoughts, detailed ideas, quick thinking, complicated plans... but he almost never had something that was ceaselessly trying to overpower his very focus without his consent.

Gritting his teeth, but hiding his expression as best he could, Light did the first thing he could think of to get things moving the way he wanted them to, “Matsuda-san...” The name was called in an aroused, desperate way, and in response there was a short gasp that the other young man obviously tried to keep to himself, but he was wholly unsuccessful. Matsuda was so predictable and easy to control; now that he’d lost what little control he had Matsuda was openly panting even as he tried to lock the noise away; Light enjoyed the lovely treat with quick, heavy strokes to his flesh, but L was quick to deny him.

When he heard a light slap of flesh on flesh and the end of Matsuda’s noises it was as if Ryuzaki was there squeezing so tightly that his orgasm was effectively stifled before it could even think about approaching. L, he assumed, had his hand pressed tightly over Matsuda’s mouth to keep him silent, but at least the thought was rather arousing; he could imagine Matsuda suffocating-yet still trying to get the stimulation he so craved-his body would shake and tremble and grow weaker and more pliant and—fuck, it just wasn’t enough to get off on. Oh, he was so very aroused; but he needed to hear something... something to push him over the edge.

Of course, what he wanted was not what he was granted; what he heard was not Matsuda’s stifled moan as he released, but L’s cool voice seemingly unaffected by the young man he was surely reaming repeatedly, “Light-kun, if you wish to rejoin us; then please, beg for what you desire.”

The young man’s body jolted, his hand squeezing reflexively in reaction to L’s sexy, demanding tone; it caused him to disregard all sense of pride to get what he craved most, “Ryuzaki, Matsuda-san; please!” it was all he could find voice for and luckily it was all L required from him; Matsuda’s voice shattered the sexual silence with a serious of gasps that sounded suspiciously like a mix of “Ryuzaki” and “Light” mixed together.

Light’s vision went pleasantly blank.

Matsuda’s voice hitched into silence.

L released a soft, but audible, moan.

Three bodies shuddered as they reached their climax; each one stimulated by the same experience despite the separation, each one overcome by the presence of the other two.

Matsuda felt dizzy as he lifted his head from the desk, his finger still trembling on the button Ryuzaki insisted he had to press: their connection to Light. Blinking his dark eyes Matsuda turned to see that the detective was already cleaning himself up in preparation of drawing his clothes back on and Matsuda felt embarrassed that he was still leaning in the same position, his knees spread out on L’s swivel chair inviting more when the other male was clearly finished. He didn’t want to move; the chair was ruined, his finger ached to relax and his body craved the warm feel of blankets... but some asinine part of him thought that L might offer him something even better if he stayed.

Trying to shake such thoughts from his head, Matsuda turned to observe Light; the other male was just as quickly pulling himself back together as Ryuzaki was. He’d wiped his hands off on the sheets of his bedding and was tucking his flesh away again; Matsuda had to wonder if he was the only one who wanted to just bask in this pleasant feeling a little longer. With trembling legs Matsuda moved from the chair and used his feet to kick the chair aside; he grabbed onto his pants with his left hand and was about to do the same with the other when L cut him off, “Do not release the button yet, Matsuda-san.”

Matsuda’s hand trembled, but he did as he was told; his gaze fixed on the other male as a reminder of his intimacy with L slid down his thigh, he shuddered, “I believe that Light-kun has not fully learned his lesson.” The detective said as if he were unaware that Light could still hear their conversation, “I may yet need your services in the future, Matsuda-san; if you’re willing to oblige?”

Matsuda’s breath hitched and as a result he nearly missed the sharp look-a look he could almost hear-Light was giving him through the camera; demanding that he agree with such an intensity that he couldn’t say no even if he’d wanted to. He was far too excited to turn either male down, “Of course,” he agreed with eagerness in excess, “just call me if you need me, Ryuzaki.”

Matsuda hurried to clean himself up after that, a pleased smile on his face as he returned to his room. His mood was a testament to the knowledge he had about the situation he was allowing himself to be willingly dragged into; Light plotted on, the intellectual dance between L and Kira never letting up.

Do you think getting me to beg is a victory over Kira, L? You’ll see what you’ve really won soon, dear detective.