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Light\'s Nipple Fixation	By : Andyouthinkimcrazy Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 2677 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Light's Nipple Fixation
- 1
I filled a request on the DN kink over at LJ. I wanted to share it here too!
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L didn't know why this had started. From what he could remember he'd been sitting in the dark with the laptop balanced on his knees; it was the only source of light, but it was all he really needed to continue work on the Kira case while Light got the sleep he required. He recalled thinking that it was such a shame that Light could waste all that time on rejuvenation when tea, cake, and other sweets worked just as well; and in that moment of distraction some of the sprinkles from atop his doughnut fell down his shirt when he brought it to his mouth for a bite.
He'd set the treat aside and licked his fingers clean before pulling his collar away; he hadn't been able to see anything in the dark so he set aside his laptop and-for the first time in a very long time-he'd sprawled his legs flat out beneath him so he could shake the escaped little toppings from his shirt. He remembered sweeping a few from his lap before lifting his shirt up above his stomach to check if there were any stuck to his skin; that was when he was suddenly attacked by the male he'd believed was asleep next to him.
They fought with kicks and punches; bitter words and blunt nails were used to dig away at the other male until, somehow, L ended up losing the struggle. He'd been caught up in the length of the chain; his arms were awkwardly stretched over his head and Light maintained control with one hand holding the remainder of the binding taught so L could not hit him. As for his legs, they'd been taken care of with Light's weight, his knees digging into L's thighs to keep him from kicking.
The detective had bucked and squirmed for a moment longer before coming to the decision that he would get farther with words than with strength, “Is this your attempt to torture me, Light-kun? By forcing me to lay straight you're merely lowering my deductive abilities, not inflicting pain.”
That brought L back to the current moment, trapped and wondering just why this had started as he studied the other male, “Torture?” Light echoed, seeming distracted as the light from the laptop clearly showed that his gaze was focused at L's chest rather than his face. He didn't even seem to have an arrogant 'I win' look on his face like the young detective had expected, “No, I'm not going to torture you...”
L was not assured by this; he squirmed again and tried to get Light to focus on him, though it didn't work. He considered the possibility that Light's sleep-addled mind was causing him to react much more slowly than he normally would, but L was fairly certain that his suspect was just as sharp as ever in the mornings; he'd studied him long enough to know that much.
So what was so fascinating about his chest?
L looked down at his body expecting to see a smudge of icing or something on his loose, white shirt; but there was nothing of the sort. It was just his chest as it was every day; and Light would not stop looking...

“Then what are you doing?” The detective asked him at last; but Light still refused to look him in the eye. So, L thought, if there was nothing on his chest to keep Light's attention then... was he ashamed about something?
Immediately L thought of Kira, a confession might be on the tip of Light's tongue: and he had reacted violently just so he could have control of the situation, so that he could relinquish his freedom when he wanted to. Of course it wouldn't be that easy for L to draw this to a close, it couldn't be that easy; but what else did Light have to be ashamed of? Perhaps his lack of love for one Amane Misa? It could even have something to do with--!?
L's thoughts came to a stand still as Light suddenly pulled the loose white shirt up and over his head, “Light-kun!” L protested angrily, frowning at the white fabric that obscured his vision to the point that Light looked like nothing more than a grayish blob. He supposed that this was the other male's way of keeping him from seeing the apparent shame he thought Light held.
“I've been wanting to do this for a while, Ryuzaki.” Light muttered from above him as he slowly leaned down; and suddenly L wondered if, maybe, Light intended to kill him here and now without the mysterious powers of Kira. That would explain why Light couldn't look him in the eye; they knew each other... perhaps Kira wasn't so ruthless that he could kill someone he--!?
L's eyes seemed to outgrow their usual wideness; at first he was struck by cold fear: he'd thought of a knife in Light's hand and imagined that the wet warmth was his blood leaking. But there was no pain prompting the fear to pass into confusion and then horror, “What are you doing!?”
Light's mouth made a small smack, his silhouette straightening before he spoke; L shivered as the warmth was replaced with the chill of the air, “What does it feel like I'm doing, Ryuzaki?” Light taunted before diving back down to surround L's other nipple with his lips.
The detective squirmed beneath his captor making a strangled noise of protest as perfectly white teeth scraped over hardening flesh, “Stop it! You can be charged for this behavior, Yagami--!” L jolted, the suspect's name becoming twisted as the neglected nipple received a sharp scrape of teeth; Light was assuring it that he hadn't forgotten about it.
“It's not like I'm going to rape you.” Light muttered against the flesh before sucking it hard into his mouth; the flesh quickly gained a rosy tint under the pressure of suction and scraping teeth.
The trapped body bucked underneath Light, but the squirming was expected and the detective remained trapped and virtually helpless to the molestation occurring, “Sexual harassment is sti--!” L broke off to bite back yet another strangled noise of protest, Light had returned to the other one to give it the same rough treatment. The detective tried to continue as if he hadn't been making embarrassing noises, “--still a crime!”
Light smirked against L's skin; it was hard for L not to notice the sick pleasure that his suspect was getting from this, even though he still couldn't see his face, “I don't care.” Light admitted before swirling his tongue around the abused nub.
L shook his head from one side to the other, whether it was in disbelief or an attempt to see around the shirt was unknown, “Get your mouth away from me!” L demanded, wiggling more vigorously beneath the other male; Light's smirk only grew.
“Fine,” Light began, his warm breath cooling the saliva coating the recently released nub, “I was finished anyhow.” L let out a small sigh of relief; he couldn't wait until Light moved away so he could kick him in the face or somewhere else painful.

Light's first move was to let go of L's shirt; the detective immediately struggled enough to get the shirt away from his eyes. For a man who could look so cold and emotionless, L sure could manage a mean glare burning with anger; L, for the first time, could see the triumphant smirk he'd expected from the beginning and he was not at all pleased.

“Get off of my legs,” L demanded next, “you're too heavy.” The words were loaded with carefully hidden anger this time, L didn't want to give him a reason to change his mind despite the weight-related-and childish-insults that burned the tip of his tongue.

Light shifted his weight, but otherwise remained where he was with that infuriating grin on his face, “Come on, Ryuzaki; there's no need to be so sore about it.” the Kira suspect commented, he was finally looking L in the eyes, “I'd say your nipples were starved for the attention.” L, of course, opened his mouth to retort; but he was cut off by yet another strangled noise: Light had flicked one of his nipples with his newly freed hand.

“No.” L finally snapped in response; he immediately caught on to the meaning in Light's previous words: he was done with his mouth, now he would use his hand, “Who are you to say what my body is 'starved' for?”

Light flicked the other one this time before petting the peaked nub slowly, “I'm just telling you what they're telling me, L.” Light pinched the darker flesh between his fingers and tugged as the man beneath him arched and thrashed, “Just look at how easily they stiffen. How could you assume any differently?”

“I am not at all aroused by your advances, Yagami-kun.” L stated blandly as Light's fingers trailed over to his other nipple yet again; he squirmed in an attempt to keep him away, but Light would not be deterred, “This is nothing more than an anno--!”

Once again the detective was cut off, this time due to the sharp pinching twist that Light inflicted, “I never said you were, L; your nipples are the ones that are stiff...” he rolled the nipple, twisting it the other way and then tugging it roughly, “I love the way they bounce right back.” he commented after releasing it; he seemed absent from the conversation with his attention split, but L now knew better.

“Stop twisting!” L insisted, his trapped legs jerking beneath Light's weight; he knew now that the only way he could escape would be to fight his way free, “You speak as if you think they're their own person.”

“Don't be ridiculous, Ryuzaki.” Light said, ignoring L's instruction by going to the other one and twisting it roughly back and forth, “It's just that you can't control what they enjoy; if you could then I wouldn't do this--” L jolted as Light suddenly dove down to suck the briefly neglected nipple into his mouth; he then spoke around the flesh, his teeth softly digging in and muffling his words slightly, “and get such a fantastic result.”
L is shaking his head from one side to the other as he squirms beneath Light's ministrations; he tries to find his voice, but it's difficult when Light is so persistent, “How is this f-fantastic?” the detective snaps before dissolving into another half-formed noise; Light has switched on him again, his hand teasing the left nipple and his lips sucking at the right. Light doesn't answer, he's busy with the tormented-aroused-nipples.

The pinching, the sucking, the scraping teeth, and twisting fingers are getting to be too much for L; it seems that the longer the other male continues to touch his chest-and the harder he fights against it-the more attentive the flesh becomes. He seems to be yearning for the little twists and pulls and the sensational jolt that conquers his voice and his fight. He's going to lose to Light if this keeps up, and that is just unacceptable!

L's face is flushed a light pink in the dark, but there's just the right balance of artificial light that it isn't clear if he's blushing or not, “That's enough!” L insists, jolting one last time; Light's pinching finger slips sharpening the pleasure that spikes through his nerves. The fingers return, undeterred, “You're going to make them lose feeling!”

Light actually pauses what he's doing and draws back to stare down at L; he knows that L is just saying things to get him to back off, but he has been rather rough. He doesn't want L to get so used to the roughness that he really does lose sensitivity to the softer play; that would be horrible.

Still, Light doesn't want to stop; he's been dreaming of this moment since he first saw the light brown flesh as L was changing and, unfortunately, L is sure to invoke some kind of measure to ensure this won't happen again. He has to try and convince L that it won't be so bad to let him touch these cute little peaks again; Light's fingers return to a nipple and this time his touch is light and barely there.

L's squirming intensifies: it's as if he's trying to get more and escape at the same time; Light is quick to realize that L is aroused. The future God of the New World glances down to confirm his suspicions, and even in the dark it's clear that L's pants are much tighter than they normally would be. If he pushes just a little bit more L might become putty in his hands.

The detective's chest moved rapidly with his heavy breathing: the struggling makes him breathless and Light's sudden gentleness has turned his squirms for freedom into a silent plea for more. It's a beautiful sight to see L's perky nipples rocking back and forth with his jerky attempts at escape, “Light-kun.” the monotonous man mutters; it's no longer followed by a demand even though his desires are there beneath the surface: mixed between begging for more and for less.

Light knows he's about to win L over; the arousal, the blush, and the sudden reversion back to his given name over his family name are all great indicators. Light's smirk grows wider as he draws his free hand up into the sleeve of his silky nightshirt; L won't be able to resist this...

Slowly Light drags a silk-covered finger over to one of L's nipples; he circles it clockwise and counter before finally slipping the fabric directly over a rosy red nipple. L shudders; and this time his voice is uninhibited: he moans despite himself, his squirming halting as his back bows into a perfect arch to accompany his keening voice.

L might be stubborn enough to deny it, but Light knows he's won.
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