L and Light Lemon: Captured
Title: L and Light Lemon: Captured
Fandom: Death Note
Author: me
Disclaimer: characters not mine
Commission for catqueen991 on Deviantart
Rating: NC-17
This is not as planned. This is not as planned. This is not as planned.
He knew that one mistake would be his doom. One miscalculation could crumble his plan and all ideals of the New World. One glitch, and Kira would be gone, an inmate on death row.
Yet, Light had been careful. Taking careful measurements, not taking unnecessary risks unless needed, and he always had a backup plan or a plan B. He had taken careful notes on everyone, especially L. He had been watching, observing, calculating the detective since their introduction, just like L had done with him. It hadn't stopped. They were always under each other's thumbs. Their brains were nonstop. Light thought he had the detective down. He thought he knew everything about his methods and what he would do.
Except, he had been ignorant. His pride and ego had gotten in the way, and he made a mistake. A very, very stupid mistake that he will never forgive himself for, because he had caused his own conviction.
Seeing L in the rain, defeated, depressed, it was exhilarating. L had been defeated. There was no longer anything he could lean on. All evidence had been gone because of the fake thirteen day rule. L had lost, and he was soaking his depression in the rain.
Light had managed to get the man to come back inside. They trotted to their room to dry off.
"Here." Light tossed L a towel for his hair. He picked up his own towel and began to dry off his hair. L, still in his daze, only draped the towel over his head, making no move to actually dry it. Light didn't say anything. He searched in the drawer and picked out some clothes for them to change into.
"Here," he said again, placing the clothes on the bed. L didn't make a move toards the offered clothes.
This is where Light made his mistake. The worst mistake of his lifetime.
He had taken off his watch. It was the only way to get his shirt off without it getting caught on his sleeve. He put the watch, his father's gift, on the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt.
He knew L was the kind of person who constantly had to do things with his hands, he knew. Yet, for some moronic reason, he didn't think about this. He didn't see L reach over and pick it up, another toy for him to play with, something for his fingers to fiddle with. As Light took off his shirt, L flipped it back and forth. He picked the rod that was used to change the time. He pulled it out. Pushed it in.
With his back turned, Light pulled the t-shirt over his head. Behind him, L was still fidling with the watch. Pull it out. Push it in. Pull it out. Push it in.
When Light heard the clicking, he turned his head.
Wham! L's foot connected to the side of his face. It was wet and it easily slid off, but it still knocked Light off the bed. Then Ryuuzaki was on top of him, trying to subdue him. Light fought against him, trying to elbow him in the face to get him off. He managed to get him in the cheek. L grabbed his hair and slammed his head against the floor. It made Light dizzy for a second, but in that same second, Ryuuzaki whipped the belt Light was undoing out of it's belt loops and then wound it around his left wrist, then around his right foot, so he was tied in a weird angle, and there would be no way to move. And it hurt. It was painful to be tied in such a humiliating way.
So Light knew, L had found the piece of paper locked away in his watch. He had seen Higuchi's name written in blood. He had the final piece of evidence against Light. This small piece of paper was enough to outweigh the thirteen day rule. And Light knew that since L now had this new evidence, he was back in control. He was going to test the thirteen day rule; how? He didn't know.
The door opened. With L's fist holding his head down, Light couldn't look back to see who is was.
"Help me with him, Watari," L said. He must have seen it all happen on the video cameras and came down to investigate.
The older gentleman came over and cuffed Light's hand. L undid the belt and let his foot fall, but he sat on them to keep him from kicking. Watari pulled Light's other hand behind his back and cuffed that too. Both of them grabbed under his arms and pulled him to his feet.
Light felt something poke him in the back. "Try to run, and I'll pull the trigger," Watari hissed, jabbing the gun harder into his back.
L patted him down, not finding anything, but he undid Light's pants' button and zipper and pulled them down. He looked up at Light's face. "Do no kick me, or I will use excessive force on you."
Light snarled at him. Excessive force? What the hell was this then? But he listened to L and didn't kick him like he damn well wanted to. He stepped out of his pants when L pulled them down to his ankles. Watari handed him another pair of cuffs, these for his ankles. L tightened them around Light's socks. They would only allow him to take small steps; there would be no running.
"Was wollen Sie dass ich seinam Vater und den anderen erzahle?" Watari said in a foreign language. It sounded Dutch, or German. Light didn't know this language.
"Sagen Sie ihnen dass ich allein sein mag. Ich erlaube Light," L said in the same language, "bei mir zu bleiben, aber ich mag fur jeden sonst abreisen." The he looked to Light. "I will not tell your family, yet, that you are Kira."
"I'm not Kira," Light hissed maliciously, "The Death Note said thirteen days!" He screamed, "Thirteen days! You've got nothing on me!"
Thwak!
The back of L's hand smacked hard against Light's cheek. It caused him to stumble, but Watari held him up. Light felt a tiny bit of delight when he saw L's face. He was angry, furious, showing his emotions like he never had before. Everyone last one he had, the frustration, the betrayal, and below his right eye was the beginning of a large bruise where Light's elbow struck him. If L had the Death Note, he might've used it on Light right at that second.
"Don't give me that bullshit, Yagami-kun," L said, his voice still had it's hollow monotone, but there was an underlying hiss of maliciousness to it, "You have lost. I am the winner of this game. Your immaturity ends here." He held up the watch in his fingers where the paper with Higuchi's name was taped inside. "You lose, Kira."
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Light didn't know how long he had been here. He didn't know how many days or weeks he had been here in this cell, if it was even a cell. He couldn't see anything. He was laying down straight on a table with his hands bound by what felt like leather straps. His legs were free and he would move them out of boredom, to get some circulation going, or to make sure they were still unbound; he wanted to make sure that at least some part of him could still move. Tightened around his eyes was a strap. Light couldn't see anything. The air was a temperate warm, but his skin would often chill because all he had on was a pair of shorts, his boxers, maybe?
It was always quiet, though. That's what was driving him insane. At least when he was being held in a cell by L before he could have conversations through the camera and monitors. Right now he missed that body-less voice. He wanted company, even if it was L, the devil who captured him, who went against God, he just wanted to not be alone. He wanted to see his surroundings. he knew he was not in the same cell as before. He had been knocked out, blindfolded, and left alone. Only twice a day would someone enter the cell--Watari, Light's mind supplied, it had to be Watari--and he would be fed, given water, and then led to a urinal; he was a trained dog, a trapped, trained dog.
He always had that feeling that someone was watching him. He knew he was always being watched by cameras that were setup--they seemed to be L's favorite method--yet, sometimes he felt as though someone were in the room with him. When he called out to see if anyone was there--"Hello? Someone there?"--no one would answer. There wasn't a sound. Not a footstep, not a breath.
However, he knew L was there. L was physically there, seeing his captured prey on the table, waiting for him to sink his teeth in and rip the flesh from his bones. Yet, L did not make his move, did not answer Light. Then again, Light wasn't sure he was there or if it was just his imagination tricking his concious. No, it was L. L was there in the room with him, physically, not through cameras.
Light licked his lips. They felt like sandpaper. His tongue was dry and his throat felt like he had swallowed sand. "L?" he called out, a low hum of a whisper.
No answer. As expected.
Light never knew how much time had passed. He had tried counting in his head, but he would either lose count or fall asleep.
...two-hundred and forty-three...two-hundred and forty-four...two-hundred and forty-five...two-hundred...and...for...ty...some...thing
He woke up to the feeling of something brushing across his bare chest. He squirmed because it tickled, but there was no way in hell he would giggle. They were fingers, fingertips, that was brushing against his chest. It was L. He knew. He could smell his scent. It smelled sweet, no surprise there.
"Stop touching me, L," Light grumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
L didn't say anything. His fingers continued to draw designs on Light's skin. He brushed past his nipple. He traced a star, up, down, diagonally up, across, diagonally down. It was starting to annoy him. Was L doing this just to piss him off? It was working.
"Dammit, L," Light hissed again. Still L did not answer back.
Then a mouth wrapped around his left nipple, teeth gently pulling and his tongue warmly licking against it. His skin was chilled by the lack of clothes, but it wasn't the cold that made him shiver.
Light turned his head away from L's. He closed his eyes, which was unnecessary since he had the blindfold on.
"Wh-What are you doing?" he asked.
The only answer he received was a tongue trailing from his left nipple to his right. L sucked on it until it was as perked as his other. His hands trailed on either side of Light's underarms down to his hips. L's lips laid butterfly kisses up to his neck. He licked the bend in his neck and bit down on it. Light bit his bottom lip. L's hands trailed further down. They went behind him, slipping under his shorts. Light bit down harder on his lip. L gripped each of the cheeks of his rear end, messaging them. Light tensed up. He wanted to move his legs, but they seemed to belong to someone else.
"Ah!" he voiced. he mentally yelled at himself for slipping up. L was pulling his shorts down, and Light was allowing him. Why was he allowing him? The shorts went off. He felt humiliated.
L still did not utter a single word. He was completely silent as he lifted Light's member--still soft but a little aroused--and began messaging it. It started to respond instantly. Under the blindfold, Light's eyes were tightly closed and his teeth were biting his lip so hard he could taste metal. L's hands handled his erection carefully. His thumb rubbed over the head, his palm moved up and down his shaft. Tingles of pleasure moved down his spine and to his groin. His penis became more and more erect against his will. It made his toes curl.
L's hand--the one currently not on Light's member--cupped Light's cheek. His fingers brushed his lips and he gently pulled his bottom lip from being even more damaged.Light could taste blood on his tongue.
Light's breath caught in his throat as L's ministrations picked up in pace. He could feel his heart pound against his chest and his pulse quickened. Against him will, his hips movedwith L's hand. He wanted more of L's touch. He hated himself for that. He hated L for that.
Colors danced around in his vision. His member was pulsing in L's hand, he could feel it. L never stopped moving his hand. He never stopped jacking Light off. He never stopped making Light feel pleasured.
Light pulled hard at his restrainsts around his wrists, cutting into his skin, and bit down hard on his lip to muffle the outcry he emitted. He bucked his hips against L's hand. His back arched off the table and he released.
Squirt. Squirt. Squirt.
White danced around his eyes as his orgasm came in waves through his body. Weeks of pent up frustation released.
A towel wiped up the mess. Then, without saying a word, L left.
L did this. L made him feel this way. L had made him feel good. He made him orgasm. He made him enjoy it.
I'll never forgive you for this
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Over the next few weeks--days? Months?--L would come in and do the same thing to Light. Hive him a hand-job and then leave, all without saying a single word. It was starting to effect Light's thinking. He was starting to look forward to it. Forward to the company. Forward to the feeling of his touch.
He was sick. Was that what L wanted?
"Nng!" Light lifted his chin as he released. It splashed his chest. He panted hard to get the oxygen he needed. Sweat beaded on his skin, which quickly cooled. L wiped him down.
"Wait," Light said, still panting. Was L still there or did he already leave? No, he could feel his presence. "Is that all you're gonna do?" He swallowed. He knew L was listening. "If you're going to molest me like this, do it right. Go all the way."
Lips crashed onto his. A tongue pierced it's way into Light's mouth. The kiss was hot, dominant. L bit down on Light's already badly bruised bottom lip. He bit it hard. L hooked his arm under Light's knee and brought his leg up. Without lube or warning, he fully entered.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Light called out loudly as L pounded against him. L bit down hard on his neck, drawing blood. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Light was being ripped in half by an extremely hot fire. It was rough. It was painful.
It was exactly what Light wanted.
Pain.
His nails dug into his palms, already having identical marks and cuts from his nails. The wrist restraints cut into his skin the harder he pulled on them. And this time, L was making noise. Light could hear him panting. He could hear the slick sound of the flesh flap against each other. He could smell L's scent better than ever. He could smell his sweat. He could feel L's body heat against his own.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
His mouth was dry from crying out, but he couldn't stop. His arms hurt. His legs hurt. His bum hurt. Damn, this was good. This is what he wanted, needed, craved.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!...Aaaaaa~hhhh!"
He had never released so forecfully before. He had never felt the hot seed of someone else inside him. He hit his head against the table he was tied down to. His ears were ringing. The table was stiflingly hot, a burning hell. Beads of sweat rolled off their bodies. L collapsed on top of Light. Both their erratic pumping hearts were beating against each other. His hair tickled Light's chin, and his erratic breathing was hot on his already burning skin.
After catching his breath, L removed himself. Instead of using a towel, he used the shirt off his back to clean them both off.
"Say something," Light said. "Please. Just say something."
L's hand cupped Light's cheek. He moved it to his blindfold, running his thumb over the cloth over Light's eyes. Then he slowly pulled it down.
The light was blindingly bright. It made his eyes water. After blinking a few times, he saw L. Neither of them smiled. Neither of them said anything.
L bent his head down and gently kissed him. Soft. When he pulled back, he said, "Maybe in another life, we can have a better relationship. Maybe in another life, Kira and L can actually get along."
He kissed Light again and put the blindfold back in place. When Light heard the door close and lock, he turned his head away. His blindfold dampened with tears.
"Maybe we can," he whispered, "Maybe we can."
Fandom: Death Note
Author: me
Disclaimer: characters not mine
Commission for catqueen991 on Deviantart
Rating: NC-17
This is not as planned. This is not as planned. This is not as planned.
He knew that one mistake would be his doom. One miscalculation could crumble his plan and all ideals of the New World. One glitch, and Kira would be gone, an inmate on death row.
Yet, Light had been careful. Taking careful measurements, not taking unnecessary risks unless needed, and he always had a backup plan or a plan B. He had taken careful notes on everyone, especially L. He had been watching, observing, calculating the detective since their introduction, just like L had done with him. It hadn't stopped. They were always under each other's thumbs. Their brains were nonstop. Light thought he had the detective down. He thought he knew everything about his methods and what he would do.
Except, he had been ignorant. His pride and ego had gotten in the way, and he made a mistake. A very, very stupid mistake that he will never forgive himself for, because he had caused his own conviction.
Seeing L in the rain, defeated, depressed, it was exhilarating. L had been defeated. There was no longer anything he could lean on. All evidence had been gone because of the fake thirteen day rule. L had lost, and he was soaking his depression in the rain.
Light had managed to get the man to come back inside. They trotted to their room to dry off.
"Here." Light tossed L a towel for his hair. He picked up his own towel and began to dry off his hair. L, still in his daze, only draped the towel over his head, making no move to actually dry it. Light didn't say anything. He searched in the drawer and picked out some clothes for them to change into.
"Here," he said again, placing the clothes on the bed. L didn't make a move toards the offered clothes.
This is where Light made his mistake. The worst mistake of his lifetime.
He had taken off his watch. It was the only way to get his shirt off without it getting caught on his sleeve. He put the watch, his father's gift, on the bed and began unbuttoning his shirt.
He knew L was the kind of person who constantly had to do things with his hands, he knew. Yet, for some moronic reason, he didn't think about this. He didn't see L reach over and pick it up, another toy for him to play with, something for his fingers to fiddle with. As Light took off his shirt, L flipped it back and forth. He picked the rod that was used to change the time. He pulled it out. Pushed it in.
With his back turned, Light pulled the t-shirt over his head. Behind him, L was still fidling with the watch. Pull it out. Push it in. Pull it out. Push it in.
When Light heard the clicking, he turned his head.
Wham! L's foot connected to the side of his face. It was wet and it easily slid off, but it still knocked Light off the bed. Then Ryuuzaki was on top of him, trying to subdue him. Light fought against him, trying to elbow him in the face to get him off. He managed to get him in the cheek. L grabbed his hair and slammed his head against the floor. It made Light dizzy for a second, but in that same second, Ryuuzaki whipped the belt Light was undoing out of it's belt loops and then wound it around his left wrist, then around his right foot, so he was tied in a weird angle, and there would be no way to move. And it hurt. It was painful to be tied in such a humiliating way.
So Light knew, L had found the piece of paper locked away in his watch. He had seen Higuchi's name written in blood. He had the final piece of evidence against Light. This small piece of paper was enough to outweigh the thirteen day rule. And Light knew that since L now had this new evidence, he was back in control. He was going to test the thirteen day rule; how? He didn't know.
The door opened. With L's fist holding his head down, Light couldn't look back to see who is was.
"Help me with him, Watari," L said. He must have seen it all happen on the video cameras and came down to investigate.
The older gentleman came over and cuffed Light's hand. L undid the belt and let his foot fall, but he sat on them to keep him from kicking. Watari pulled Light's other hand behind his back and cuffed that too. Both of them grabbed under his arms and pulled him to his feet.
Light felt something poke him in the back. "Try to run, and I'll pull the trigger," Watari hissed, jabbing the gun harder into his back.
L patted him down, not finding anything, but he undid Light's pants' button and zipper and pulled them down. He looked up at Light's face. "Do no kick me, or I will use excessive force on you."
Light snarled at him. Excessive force? What the hell was this then? But he listened to L and didn't kick him like he damn well wanted to. He stepped out of his pants when L pulled them down to his ankles. Watari handed him another pair of cuffs, these for his ankles. L tightened them around Light's socks. They would only allow him to take small steps; there would be no running.
"Was wollen Sie dass ich seinam Vater und den anderen erzahle?" Watari said in a foreign language. It sounded Dutch, or German. Light didn't know this language.
"Sagen Sie ihnen dass ich allein sein mag. Ich erlaube Light," L said in the same language, "bei mir zu bleiben, aber ich mag fur jeden sonst abreisen." The he looked to Light. "I will not tell your family, yet, that you are Kira."
"I'm not Kira," Light hissed maliciously, "The Death Note said thirteen days!" He screamed, "Thirteen days! You've got nothing on me!"
Thwak!
The back of L's hand smacked hard against Light's cheek. It caused him to stumble, but Watari held him up. Light felt a tiny bit of delight when he saw L's face. He was angry, furious, showing his emotions like he never had before. Everyone last one he had, the frustration, the betrayal, and below his right eye was the beginning of a large bruise where Light's elbow struck him. If L had the Death Note, he might've used it on Light right at that second.
"Don't give me that bullshit, Yagami-kun," L said, his voice still had it's hollow monotone, but there was an underlying hiss of maliciousness to it, "You have lost. I am the winner of this game. Your immaturity ends here." He held up the watch in his fingers where the paper with Higuchi's name was taped inside. "You lose, Kira."
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Light didn't know how long he had been here. He didn't know how many days or weeks he had been here in this cell, if it was even a cell. He couldn't see anything. He was laying down straight on a table with his hands bound by what felt like leather straps. His legs were free and he would move them out of boredom, to get some circulation going, or to make sure they were still unbound; he wanted to make sure that at least some part of him could still move. Tightened around his eyes was a strap. Light couldn't see anything. The air was a temperate warm, but his skin would often chill because all he had on was a pair of shorts, his boxers, maybe?
It was always quiet, though. That's what was driving him insane. At least when he was being held in a cell by L before he could have conversations through the camera and monitors. Right now he missed that body-less voice. He wanted company, even if it was L, the devil who captured him, who went against God, he just wanted to not be alone. He wanted to see his surroundings. he knew he was not in the same cell as before. He had been knocked out, blindfolded, and left alone. Only twice a day would someone enter the cell--Watari, Light's mind supplied, it had to be Watari--and he would be fed, given water, and then led to a urinal; he was a trained dog, a trapped, trained dog.
He always had that feeling that someone was watching him. He knew he was always being watched by cameras that were setup--they seemed to be L's favorite method--yet, sometimes he felt as though someone were in the room with him. When he called out to see if anyone was there--"Hello? Someone there?"--no one would answer. There wasn't a sound. Not a footstep, not a breath.
However, he knew L was there. L was physically there, seeing his captured prey on the table, waiting for him to sink his teeth in and rip the flesh from his bones. Yet, L did not make his move, did not answer Light. Then again, Light wasn't sure he was there or if it was just his imagination tricking his concious. No, it was L. L was there in the room with him, physically, not through cameras.
Light licked his lips. They felt like sandpaper. His tongue was dry and his throat felt like he had swallowed sand. "L?" he called out, a low hum of a whisper.
No answer. As expected.
Light never knew how much time had passed. He had tried counting in his head, but he would either lose count or fall asleep.
...two-hundred and forty-three...two-hundred and forty-four...two-hundred and forty-five...two-hundred...and...for...ty...some...thing
He woke up to the feeling of something brushing across his bare chest. He squirmed because it tickled, but there was no way in hell he would giggle. They were fingers, fingertips, that was brushing against his chest. It was L. He knew. He could smell his scent. It smelled sweet, no surprise there.
"Stop touching me, L," Light grumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
L didn't say anything. His fingers continued to draw designs on Light's skin. He brushed past his nipple. He traced a star, up, down, diagonally up, across, diagonally down. It was starting to annoy him. Was L doing this just to piss him off? It was working.
"Dammit, L," Light hissed again. Still L did not answer back.
Then a mouth wrapped around his left nipple, teeth gently pulling and his tongue warmly licking against it. His skin was chilled by the lack of clothes, but it wasn't the cold that made him shiver.
Light turned his head away from L's. He closed his eyes, which was unnecessary since he had the blindfold on.
"Wh-What are you doing?" he asked.
The only answer he received was a tongue trailing from his left nipple to his right. L sucked on it until it was as perked as his other. His hands trailed on either side of Light's underarms down to his hips. L's lips laid butterfly kisses up to his neck. He licked the bend in his neck and bit down on it. Light bit his bottom lip. L's hands trailed further down. They went behind him, slipping under his shorts. Light bit down harder on his lip. L gripped each of the cheeks of his rear end, messaging them. Light tensed up. He wanted to move his legs, but they seemed to belong to someone else.
"Ah!" he voiced. he mentally yelled at himself for slipping up. L was pulling his shorts down, and Light was allowing him. Why was he allowing him? The shorts went off. He felt humiliated.
L still did not utter a single word. He was completely silent as he lifted Light's member--still soft but a little aroused--and began messaging it. It started to respond instantly. Under the blindfold, Light's eyes were tightly closed and his teeth were biting his lip so hard he could taste metal. L's hands handled his erection carefully. His thumb rubbed over the head, his palm moved up and down his shaft. Tingles of pleasure moved down his spine and to his groin. His penis became more and more erect against his will. It made his toes curl.
L's hand--the one currently not on Light's member--cupped Light's cheek. His fingers brushed his lips and he gently pulled his bottom lip from being even more damaged.Light could taste blood on his tongue.
Light's breath caught in his throat as L's ministrations picked up in pace. He could feel his heart pound against his chest and his pulse quickened. Against him will, his hips movedwith L's hand. He wanted more of L's touch. He hated himself for that. He hated L for that.
Colors danced around in his vision. His member was pulsing in L's hand, he could feel it. L never stopped moving his hand. He never stopped jacking Light off. He never stopped making Light feel pleasured.
Light pulled hard at his restrainsts around his wrists, cutting into his skin, and bit down hard on his lip to muffle the outcry he emitted. He bucked his hips against L's hand. His back arched off the table and he released.
Squirt. Squirt. Squirt.
White danced around his eyes as his orgasm came in waves through his body. Weeks of pent up frustation released.
A towel wiped up the mess. Then, without saying a word, L left.
L did this. L made him feel this way. L had made him feel good. He made him orgasm. He made him enjoy it.
I'll never forgive you for this
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Over the next few weeks--days? Months?--L would come in and do the same thing to Light. Hive him a hand-job and then leave, all without saying a single word. It was starting to effect Light's thinking. He was starting to look forward to it. Forward to the company. Forward to the feeling of his touch.
He was sick. Was that what L wanted?
"Nng!" Light lifted his chin as he released. It splashed his chest. He panted hard to get the oxygen he needed. Sweat beaded on his skin, which quickly cooled. L wiped him down.
"Wait," Light said, still panting. Was L still there or did he already leave? No, he could feel his presence. "Is that all you're gonna do?" He swallowed. He knew L was listening. "If you're going to molest me like this, do it right. Go all the way."
Lips crashed onto his. A tongue pierced it's way into Light's mouth. The kiss was hot, dominant. L bit down on Light's already badly bruised bottom lip. He bit it hard. L hooked his arm under Light's knee and brought his leg up. Without lube or warning, he fully entered.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Light called out loudly as L pounded against him. L bit down hard on his neck, drawing blood. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Light was being ripped in half by an extremely hot fire. It was rough. It was painful.
It was exactly what Light wanted.
Pain.
His nails dug into his palms, already having identical marks and cuts from his nails. The wrist restraints cut into his skin the harder he pulled on them. And this time, L was making noise. Light could hear him panting. He could hear the slick sound of the flesh flap against each other. He could smell L's scent better than ever. He could smell his sweat. He could feel L's body heat against his own.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"
His mouth was dry from crying out, but he couldn't stop. His arms hurt. His legs hurt. His bum hurt. Damn, this was good. This is what he wanted, needed, craved.
"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!...Aaaaaa~hhhh!"
He had never released so forecfully before. He had never felt the hot seed of someone else inside him. He hit his head against the table he was tied down to. His ears were ringing. The table was stiflingly hot, a burning hell. Beads of sweat rolled off their bodies. L collapsed on top of Light. Both their erratic pumping hearts were beating against each other. His hair tickled Light's chin, and his erratic breathing was hot on his already burning skin.
After catching his breath, L removed himself. Instead of using a towel, he used the shirt off his back to clean them both off.
"Say something," Light said. "Please. Just say something."
L's hand cupped Light's cheek. He moved it to his blindfold, running his thumb over the cloth over Light's eyes. Then he slowly pulled it down.
The light was blindingly bright. It made his eyes water. After blinking a few times, he saw L. Neither of them smiled. Neither of them said anything.
L bent his head down and gently kissed him. Soft. When he pulled back, he said, "Maybe in another life, we can have a better relationship. Maybe in another life, Kira and L can actually get along."
He kissed Light again and put the blindfold back in place. When Light heard the door close and lock, he turned his head away. His blindfold dampened with tears.
"Maybe we can," he whispered, "Maybe we can."