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Big Screens	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > Light/Matsuda Views: 2113 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: "Big Screens"
Author: Sashocirrione
Spoilers: MAJOR Spoilers for everything up to chapter 58 of the manga and episode 25 of the anime.
Warnings: NO UNDERAGE READERS. Rated M for a reason. Sexual activities, swearing.
Summary: Light is full of excess sexual energy and is really turned on by himself, but he can't screw himself, so he has to get release somehow. Matsuda seems like the perfect idiotic little toy to use for the purpose. Light is a huge egomaniac in this fic.
Pairings: LightxMatsuda plus a slight LxLight.
Additional Notes: All canon events previous to anime episode 25 (manga chapter 57-58) have occurred as normal.
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, and I do not make any money from these writings.
CHAPTER 1
Light was hard. He was enormously, unbelievably hard and it was from thinking about himself, about how great he was, about how he'd pulled off a massively complicated plan and it was all working perfectly. He'd been hard most of the time since his fingers had brushed the death note in the helicopter.
Being Kira again, it had made him scream at first as the two parts of his self tore each other to pieces in the process of merging together, but after that, it simply felt good. It felt powerful. It was a constant tingling in his body, a nervous energy under his skin, a raging erection in his pants. Soon, L would be gone and then he could kill anyone, do anything, and rise to his proper position as a god. It was so intoxicating he could barely stay still.
But Light tried to hide his feelings. He tried to act a bit normally. He felt L's eyes on him. L was too smart to not know something was up, but L couldn't do anything about it, L couldn't possibly prove anything.
Still, Light was so unbearably aroused that he snuck off to the bathroom twice to masturbate after L let him off the chain, despite his pride and his knowledge that security cameras were recording his every move.
It didn't matter. A person should be at least a bit ecstatic after being cleared of such serious charges. L would notice, did notice, that Light was keyed up, but it didn't mean a thing. L was already stuck at a point where the old evidence had been negated, no new evidence could be gathered, and L would be dead soon anyway. L had lost already, and Light could barely hold himself back from starting a fight for no reason, knocking L to the floor, and then holding him down and gloating over him with a knowing smile.
L would surely be desperately searching for something, anything, that Light might do that could constitute evidence. L would watch the masturbation tapes from the bathroom. He had no choice.
Light found himself wondering about L's reaction. L was a sexual mystery. Would he be disgusted, turned on, or completely indifferent? When Misa had accused L of being gay, the first time she saw L and Light chained together, L had never answered the question.
Sexual topics never bothered L in the slightest. He was completely unfazed whenever they came up, sounding almost bored. If only he wasn't the enemy, Light might have jumped L just to find out, to see if Kira could make L feel anything. But, innocent Light just wasn't the sort of person who used sex to satisfy a whim, and Kira knew that messing with L could be dangerous. It wasn't worth it.
Still, if things had gone differently, if L didn't need to die in the least suspicious way possible with all his last moments recorded on video so everyone could see Light hadn't done anything to cause it, then Light would have liked to write down a special controlled death for L. A death that would include a situation where Light would have no trouble raping L, and L wouldn't tell anyone about it afterward. To dominate over L in that way, it would be beyond exhilarating.
But, Light knew better. L was off limits. His death needed to include an airtight alibi for Light with no loopholes or questions possible. Everything needed to go perfectly, smoothly, exactly as planned. But, still, even after everyone who didn't live in the investigation building had gone home for the night, Light couldn't sleep. He was too keyed-up, too aroused, too immersed in his glorious imaginings of once again being the god of the new world.
Light considered wanking off a third time, but the thought of his own hand wasn't too appealing, so he ended up wandering the hallways by himself, something he'd never done before at night. Before, he was always chained to L, and besides he liked to sleep. Light didn't want bags under his eyes, so he would sleep while L sat in a chair by the bed, working on a laptop computer.
In most places there were only a few dim lights on, leaving the hallways darkened and surreal-looking. Most floors were completely unused. Light's footsteps echoed oddly, and he'd never felt so alone, but he loved it, he loved his own company, his own thoughts. The skyscraper was huge and empty, another example of L's excesses, of the ways that L tried to use overwhelming power to trap Kira, but failed every time. The echoing of Light's footsteps in the huge, empty space was another reminder of victory.
Light could feel victory surging within him, running under his skin like electricity, a charged, keyed-up excitement. It was perfect, everything was perfect, he was perfect. Yes, Light Yagami was perfect. Light was impatient, though. It was difficult to wait, to contain himself. He wanted to giggle, to shout, to announce, "I'm Kira."
It was a shame that Kira would always have to operate in secrecy. Light so wanted to act more like a god should, to reveal himself to his followers, to be openly worshipped. But, no, the Kira mission would only work from a position of absolute secrecy.
Light would need to savor the little bits of revealing himself that were safe. He savored the memory of Raye Penber's death, of revealing himself to Raye in the man's dying moments, of how good that felt. And, he remembered what it had felt like to say "I'm Kira" to Naomi Misora moments after his directions to think of nothing but suicide had taken control of her and she was incapable of doing anything about his confession.
Those times of revealing himself had been too few. The memories were wonderful, invigorating and powerful, but they weren't enough. Light knew he needed to arrange more of those moments, of showing his true identity to helpless victims. Light was hard once again, just thinking about it. His penis was straining against the fabric, and he had an urge to simply take it out in this deserted hallway and stroke himself to completion, leaving the mess on the floor, knowing that L would know all about it.
But, no, that wasn't satisfying enough. Light wanted to gloat over L while he stroked himself, not just using the memory of L, but something better. Light wanted to see L, not in person, where L might say something or try to interact with him and thus ruin the mood, but on the surveillance cameras. Light wanted to gaze at L, to gloat, to have the image of L on live video, in front of his eyes, while he imagined L's death, knowing that L couldn't do anything about it, anything at all.
So, Light turned back the way he'd come, his footsteps clattering down echoing, dim hallways and finally onto the bright elevator, seeking out the main room where most of the investigation took place, where those big screens were.
It would be empty at this time of night, and L would know if Light turned on the computers and screens and watched whatever L was doing in his own room. But, it wasn't as if L could say anything about it. L did exactly the same thing to Light. It was only fair for surveillance to go both ways, for all investigators to have access to every bit of video produced in the building. If you wanted privacy, you needed to leave the premises. L understood that as well as anyone else.
But then, when the elevator doors opened and Light saw the main investigation room, he could only stop and gawk as the room's only occupant turned around and squeaked in alarm, trying to pull a blanket up to hide himself. It was Matsuda, totally nude, sitting on the floor on a big fluffy quilt amid various pillows, and a moment ago he'd had a vibrator stuck up his ass, which Light could still hear buzzing away from wherever it had fallen.
On all the multiple monitors various porn videos were playing, some with men fucking women, others with men fucking men.
Matsuda was so cute and embarrassed, a bright pink blush creeping up his cheeks and coloring his nose even as the lust remained in his eyes. The whole scene was so sudden, and so sexy, and all at once Light could feel his painfully hard erection practically throbbing, and it wanted to be released from his pants badly, a burning need. As he got over the shock of seeing such a thing and began striding forward, he could imagine something much more fun than rubbing himself off.
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