Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme
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* Comment anonymously with a kinkfic request. All requests must contain a character or pairing/threesome/moresome (any combination of guys/girls/shinigami/whatever are OK, crossovers are fine too), and at least one kink. If you need inspiration, check out this huge list of kinks by eliade. ( Read more... )
How it works:
* Comment anonymously with a kinkfic request. All requests must contain a character or pairing/threesome/moresome (any combination of guys/girls/shinigami/whatever are OK, crossovers are fine too), and at least one kink. If you need inspiration, check out this huge list of kinks by eliade. ( Read more... )
Light squeals with the delight of a mother seeing her little son take his first steps in the world. He gushes with unnerving effusion, “My boy! MY BOYY!”
With 'his boy' crawling behind, he makes his way up the basement stairs, whistling merrily all the way up. They wind their way round to the brightly-lit kitchen, pristine and sparkling as ever.
“Isn't it wonderful being in the light again? In the light with Light. Har har har. I promise you a memorable time.”
What the hell was wrong with him today? L wonders as he is coddled to like a baby. It was beginning to freak him out. Hesitantly, and wondering if he's going to regret it, he asks, “Yagami-kun…are you alright?”
Light bellows uproariously. “My dear Ryuuzaki, I am more than alright! I am terrific!” His laughing face darkens only for a split second as he explains, “…But I think Ryuuzaki-chan can take the evening from terrific to ecstatic. Oh, I'm quite certain he could.”
L closes his eyes. And as usual, it always came down to sex, forcibly taken by a demon hiding behind a charming smile. This was getting old-and fast. Dull pain still coursed through his body, although he was willing to bet it would be amplified by the time this 'session' was over. He doesn't try to hide his disappointed sigh.
“…just…whatever.”
He spreads his legs for the man. Light shakes his head, mock-reassuringly.
“Not yet, not yet… you’ll have to wait your turn! Is there a problem? I take it you're waiting for your meal. May I offer you a drink?”
Light goes to the fridge and emerges with a plastic carton of milk. He pours it with exaggerated deliberation into L's bowl.
“See? You have no need to fear your master.”
“…you are not my master.”
There is no anger behind his words, nor is there strength. There is only cold indifference, stated as if it was common knowledge, like the sky was blue. His eyes remain blank as always and he doesn't raise them to meet Light's. The brunette shakes his head slowly, making 'tsk tsk' noises with his teeth.
“Complaints, complaints, that's all I ever get from you…well, not ALL I get from you. Now that you're mine-and you are mine-you'll serve a number of important functions in this household. Go, lap up. Unless you need my assistance…”
He looks away with disinterest. “…I'm not hungry.”
Light frowns and flares his nostrils. “Liar.”
He tucks his fingers underneath L's collar to maneuver him towards the bowl, and shoves his face into a pool of warm milk. He slowly raises his head from the bowl; his face is wet and milk drips from his bangs. Without a word, he begins to wipe away the liquid, almost in silence defiance to Light's command.
“You are a wasteful one. I work hard to have enough food, you careless mess. Not that you know anything about hard work, you, sitting in your chair, eating your little desserts every day…telling yourself that you’re working hard to help catch wrongdoers. Pure bullshit. Ah, but whatever helps you sleep at night…”
He hovers above L and swoops down to lick the milk off his face, his wet tongue luxuriously grazing every inch of milk. Finally, he gets to the corner of L's mouth and suddenly shoves in his tongue. He swirls it around and forces L's head to press uncomfortably against his own.
L's completely impassive to the kiss. He knows if he tries to fight back, his captor might silence him with a slap or some other form of 'punishment'. However, if he continues this cold indifference, perhaps Light will eventually get tired of an unresponsive captive. He withdraws his tongue abruptly and lets go of his subject. Light tries to cover his mild surprise to L's listlessness and hesitates for a split second before…
L's stomach growls. Light perks up at the sound of L's empty stomach, putting his ear to it.
“Is that hunger I hear? Well, we’ll have just have to fix that, won’t we?”
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Undoubtedly, the bowl isn't meant for a human being. L ends up inching his face lower and lower to try to scrape at the cookie until his cheek touches the lukewarm liquid. He finally manages to pull the cookie from the bowl, only to lose grip on it and have it splash back into the bowl, sending a spray of milk into his face. He blinks, then his face falls.
Light crosses his arms and stands stiffly beside the bowl, gazing with a critical eye. “It's smart to consume a lot of fluids every day. Your master doesn’t want his pet getting sick.”
L raises his gaze to meet Light's severe one. “…you are not my master,” he utters.
The corners of his mouth tip down into a severe look. “You're not in any position to say that, I'm afraid. Tomorrow, food will not exist for you. Take that as you will.”
If he was any less logical of a person, he would have seethed out some retort about not needing food. But L is not that type. He knows what Light is capable of and rather play it safe and survive a few more days than die of starvation because of his interfering pride. So he tries to eat the cookie again. He manages to get it in his mouth this time and chews on it awkwardly while liquid drips out of the corners of his mouth.
L's "success" in obtaining a cookie vaguely lets Light down. His face remains blank, however.
“Congratulations, Ryuuzaki. You…do have a way with your mouth. There's one more left.”
L regards the cookie with a bored glance. “…I don't like oatmeal.”
Light's anger visibly surfaces; he takes his hand and smacks the side of L's head. He then sinks his entire hand into the bowl and brings up the soggy treat. Forcing L's mouth open with his fingers, he squeezes his cheeks for efficiency and stuffs the cookie in.
“I'll teach you to like it! I'll teach you to like whatever I choose for you!” Light fumes.
L dutifully swallows the cookie. He coughs. A moment of silence. He slowly raises his head.
“…Yagami-kun shouldn't let his emotions get the best of him.”
He isn't smiling, but there's the tiniest hint of mockery in his voice.
Unconsciously, Light of course knows he should remain composed. Anger betrays a loss of control. But L giving him some cheek seizes his better judgment. He sputters out some barely coherent curses and lifts up the bowl. He turns it upside down over L's head, watching the leftover liquid seep into his hair. His hair is slicked with the milky mixture and with his hands tied behind his back; he can't prevent the liquid from getting into his eyes, or running down his cheeks and dripping off his chin, onto his collarbone and down and down. He stays quiet.
Light stares at him, the way the mixture drips, the way L is too helpless to do anything about it. Light releases an almost maniacal laugh.
L pauses. “…someone will find out about this…and your life will be over.”
For a split second, Light feels his heart speeding up. But any fear is pushed aside the more he gazes at his captive's pathetic pose. He laughs again, although a tad less brazenly this time. “Aren't you a little…tied up right now?”
“You have to resort to pitiable methods to keep me here…you're rather pathetic if I do say so.”
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“You are my captive. It makes no difference what you say.” His voice hints at insecurity, realizing as he speaks how lame he sounds.
“Whatever helps you sleep at night…Yagami-kun.”
“I'll show YOU what helps me sleep at night, sonofabitch!!”
Light jumps on L, wrestling him to his stomach. He wraps his arms around L's torso and pinches his nipples as painfully as humanly possible, twisting them without restraint. With a hiss of pure rage, he plunges his somewhat erect shaft into L, wriggling deep inside of him before pulling in and out in aggressive thrusts. L hisses, squeezing his eyes shut at the surge of pain, and then cries when Light unexpectedly penetrates him. He twists and squirms underneath Light, feeling his hips smash against his back, raw and rough. He bites his tongue to avoid screaming. Light gasps for breath, clawing L as he pumps himself resolutely. His member is aching and swells, blood rushing through it with desire. Every inch of his body pulses with pleasure and any lingering fears about L's threat dissipate again with this act. He's on top again; he can never be brought down. Before L can do anything else unexpected, he withdraws his dripping member. Just as he pulls out, he tugs the leash back so that L's head is nearly contorted, and the two face each other upside-down.
“Call me your master. Beg for me,” he whispers in harsh tones.
L barely hears his words; his mind is swimming as is his vision, his insides ache and he feels blood trickling down his legs. Like nearly half of Light's actions, the sudden jerk of the leash catches him off guard, and he chokes for breath. His head snaps back, his eyes staring at the ceiling now.
Light grabs his cheeks and attempts to make L look at his grinning expression.
“BEG. BEG FOR YOUR FREEDOM.”
L is starting to fade in and out of consciousness; the fact Light is twisting his head upside so that all the blood rushes to his brain does not help. His vision blurs and eventually…it turns all black.
Light takes a moment to realize what's happened. When he does, it almost feels like a reality check. He was so engrossed in keeping the upper hand that this disruption shocks him all the stronger. He waits for L to recover; when he doesn't, he simples leaves him be.
As he shuts the basement door behind him, he exhales.
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Nicely executed, enjoyable read. :)
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