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Welcome to the Death Note Anonymous Kink Meme! (#2)
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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... )
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It's become routine, doubtless set up by L to make up for the fact that Light cannot now go prowling the streets when he gets restless. Light hadn't realised his needs were so obvious, but he can't help but be thankful that L is willing to have them taken care of. By almost everyone.
Aizawa takes Light roughly. He's the only one who changes what he wants from Light: sometimes he wants to hear Light crying out with pain, as if he doesn't want this, as if it's a punishment; sometimes he wants Light to be silent, doesn't want the reminder of who it is he's sticking his dick into.
Mogi is gentle. He's large enough that Light is grateful for it, grateful that he doesn't have to take that much in without being prepared first. He likes it when Light's moaning with pleasure, letting him know how good it feels.
Ide likes dirty talk. Likes to say it, likes to hear it. Sometimes it's just about the act itself - how hard he's taking Light, how much it turns Light on to have his slutty ass pounded. Sometimes it's about the taboos they're breaking - how Light is still a teenager, how Light is the son of his boss, how Light couldn't get away even if he wanted to.
Light will never learn what Matsuda would be like, he knows, because of all the taskforce Matsuda is the one who couldn't be trusted to keep this hidden from his father. Light wonders, sometimes, when his groin is throbbing with need and he can't stop his hips from rocking even though there's nothing inside him, but he's fine with not knowing the answer. He hasn't made it this long without knowing the value of discretion.
Watari regularly collects Light for a health checkup. He is utterly professional as he ensures that Light is still (mostly) physically healthy. Then he has Light on his back on the padded table.
Light wouldn't have chosen an old man, but Watari is strong, methodical as he reduces Light to a writhing needy mess. He likes being called 'Grandfather' in English. Light is willing to bet that he can now pronounce that one word with a perfect English accent.
Sometimes, Light pictures being brought to his father, with his father carefully blindfolded so that he does not know who it is. He imagines L talking his father into accepting a male prostitute (because there's no risk of pregnancy) and having to be silent, being forbidden from letting his father know who it is, being forced to ride his father's cock and enjoy it while L watches. He daren't let L know about those fantasies, doesn't trust him to understand that they're only enjoyable if they aren't real.
And he could let L know because sometimes, unpredictably, Light is taken into a different room where L binds him and fucks him. Each time, L talks to him about the other men who've had him while curled around his unresisting body possessively, without jealousy, reminding Light that however many people may fuck him, L is the only one who owns him.
Each time, Light loves him a little more for it.
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*grateful*
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Light stiffens, eyes widening as the stranger squeezes his buttcheek, kneading it for a few seconds. He isn't stupid. He knows that he's being molested. But he never expected the shame and embarassment he knows he should be feeling to be burned away by the heat that roars through his body from this one simple touch, never guessed that a total stranger could have him hard and aching without even trying. He finds himself holding his breath to keep himself from crying out and drawing attention to what's happening, pushing back into the stranger's hand.
His molester gives a surprised chuckle that makes Light even harder and reaches around Light's waist to undo his trousers. He rubs Light's stiff cock, but Light wriggles his ass to get the molester back to what he was doing before. Light has tried masturbation once or twice, and stimulation to his cock is far less exciting than what his molester was doing before.
His molester chuckles again and indulges him, large fingers sliding under Light's briefs, one going between his cheeks to start directly rubbing his hole. Light gasps for breath, legs weak and face hot with arousal, desperate not to draw attention because they might stop this, they'd stop this and he needs it, it's so good. That finger pushes inside him and he chokes, it burns, it hurts but he loves it, he's being raped by some pervert's fingers and he's going to come on them like a complete slut, he's spreading his legs and bucking his hips to get more and then his rapist shoves a second finger in and he's coming, slumping against the wall because he can't hold himself upright any more, ass clenching around his rapist's fingers.
He manages not to make a sound, but his rapist gets scared anyway (or maybe they've just reached his stop), and instead of going further he hurriedly does up Light's trousers again and leaves.
It takes hours for Light's hormones to calm enough for him to realise how lucky he'd been. He might have wanted his rapist to go further, but that doesn't mean he'd have enjoyed it if the man started beating him up or dragged him away and imprisoned him.
Light avoids being alone on trains for months after his experience for fear of running into another pervert, one who won't be so easily satisfied, one who might take advantage of his libido to go too far. He's terrified by the knowledge that he'd lose his self-control at the first touch.
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One of the teachers has always been a little too interested in him, fingers drifting over his arms and down his back, and before now he always sidestepped with perfectly faked innocence, but now he wants the same thing as Kuroyami-sensei and he doesn't dodge quite fast enough, lets the man think he's being slowly seduced. It wears on him, the patience needed when he's burning to be touched, to be fucked, but he doesn't give any sign and tells himself to be grateful that Sensei is hiding what's going on.
Sensei eventually bends him over a desk and fucks him slow and hard and it's even better than being molested in the train was. He knows that he isn't in love with Sensei, but in the afterglow he can understand why other teenagers might think they love the one responsible for their first time, and it is the first time he's understood anything about his peers.
Sensei is cautious. He understands, and approves, even, because it makes his life much simpler, but at the same time the only thought in his mind through half his classes is wondering when he'll be taken again. It's as if the more he's fucked the more he needs to be fucked, an addiction he'd never imagined and cannot find a way to break.
It doesn't take long before he starts looking for additional men to sate his hunger.
Light has always been a fast learner, and this is no different - he quickly picks up how to tell whether a man is interested in him, whether he'll be safe with them, how they want him to act. Unwilling, naive, demure, helpless, aggressive, he tries dozens of roles and finds that none of them matter to him - so long as his ass is filled with a hard, hot cock, he doesn't care what the latest man fucking him thinks is going on.
By the time he moves on from Kuroyami-sensei's class, he's learned much more from the man than his father would approve of, and he knows that he'll never be satisfied with anything less than a regular fucking. He also knows that his father will never accept his tastes, that his sexuality is just another facet of himself that he will have to hide for the rest of his life, even if it means that he cannot risk finding a lover nearly as often as his body craves.
By the time he's seventeen, the constant ache of unfilled desire is just another part of the weight that no one else seems to notice is slowly smothering him.
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