Kinkmeme fic
Warnings: Dub-con
http://dn-kink2.livejournal.com/1491.html?thread=1491155#t1491155
Light/L/Misa, L is going insane and Light and Misa help him through the process of becoming a Kira and comfort him with sex.
Based on the fanon that just touching the notebook strips a human of their morals and drives them insane-L (and the taskforce) all touched the notebook...
When the Taskforce start going nuts and fighting and killing each other to get at the precious (the notebook and not even the fake rules are enough to dissuade them) Light and Misa are the only ones that are able to keep their wits about them (because they're already crazy.)
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L stared at the Death Note. Such a simple thing; write a person's name, wait forty seconds, and they were gone.
His fingers itched to try it. He could think of so many criminals to use it against -
He slammed the seal shut on the specially-made container and stepped away. "No one can use it now. We can be assured that any further deaths are caused by a second Note."
The police around him nodded, but they seemed only half-aware of what he'd said. Their attention was concentrated on the Note just as intently as his had been.
L forced himself to turn and head for the kitchen, trying to summon his usual enthusiasm for sweets. Maybe there were some of those biscuits with animal faces. It was amusing, what could be added to sweets. Maybe Kira would start insisting that biscuits carry the faces and names of criminals, so that he could carry out his judgements when he was taking a break -
"Going somewhere?"
His attention snapped into focus on Light. The boy who had been, and then somehow forgotten being, Kira. There was something about him in this moment - an air of power, of command - that held L's mind as surely as the Note had.
Something about that sounded a vague warning in the back of his mind, but he was too relieved by the release from the Note's draw to think about it. He'd been bordering on obsessed with Light for so long that this new pull just seemed part of a familiar habit, and far more reassuring than his building fascination with the Note was.
Light's eyes rested on the view through the open door behind L for a moment, before turning back to L. "So, the Note is securely held now?"
"Yes." L felt a thrill chase down his back at Light's attention. What was Light going to do? Would he try to force L to give him the Note?
"Hmm." Light glanced back at the room, then smiled sharply at L. "I think we should have a private discussion, don't you, Ryuuzaki?"
The thrill grew stronger. Was Light planning something? "Certainly."
The smile grew. "Let's pick up some supplies. This could take a while."
L followed him into the kitchen, too bewildered to care that he was temporarily ceding control to his rival. What was Light planning?
His confusion only grew as Light insisted on their gathering enough food and drink to last them for days. Why would Light be preparing for a siege-like situation? He tried to argue, but one flash of Light's red-tinged gaze had him convincing himself he'd be better served by playing along until he could turn the tables on Light - somehow.
It never occurred to him that he should have had command of the situation.
Light confused him further by leading him to a room that wasn't being used by anyone, and revealing that Misa was there waiting for them.
The fact that he was alone in a room with the first two Kiras dredged up enough of his survival instincts for L to pause. Light's presence was as commanding - as demanding - as ever, and Misa seemed to reflect it, but he was the world's greatest detective and he would not be taken in so easily by simple charisma.
"What is this about?" he asked harshly, straightening from his usual slouch.
Light's smile wasn't his normal faked expression. It was truly frightening, and the most frightening thing about it was the sharp thrill that it shot through L which he finally recognised as arousal.
"You're my first friend, Ryuuzaki," Light - Kira - said mockingly, moving to stand between L and the door. "Why wouldn't I want to protect my friend?"
"Protect me? From what?" L asked, voice heavy with disbelief.
"Ryuuzaki will understand," Misa interrupted, clasping her hands in front of her and batting her eyelashes cutely. "Ryuuzaki is our friend. He said so himself. And friends help friends."
"Help with what?" L insisted, feeling a dull ache start in his temples.
"We can help take your mind off that headache, for a start," Kira offered, somehow much closer than he should have been. L turned to argue, but Kira's hands slid up underneath his loose shirt, and all he could do was gasp for air. The physical contact did seem to dull the pain, and simultaneously took his mind away from the question of what exactly had driven Kira to oversupply them.
Misa came over on L's other side, and between them the two Kiras stripped L. Any thought of complaining was washed away by their reaching around him to undress each other at the same time, so that he was constantly distracted by brushes of bare skin until the three of them were in a naked huddle.
The red flared in Light's eyes, and he pushed L down to his knees in front of his generous erection. Misa giggled behind L, holding his arms twisted behind his back. Her fingers bit into his wrists.
"Suck me," Light ordered, and L was horrified by his sudden urge to submit, swaying forwards with his mouth half-open for a moment before he regained control of himself.
"No," he snarled.
Light twisted his fingers in L's hair, holding just tight enough to hurt. "You need the distraction, Ryuuzaki, you know you do," he said with vicious sweetness.
L whined, wanting to deny the truth of the words, not being able to. Misa giggled behind him again, and then leaned forwards to kiss Light, forcing L's head into Light's groin. He heard Light's answering laughter, muffled by Misa's mouth, and the feeling of being ignored drove him to get Light's attention back by turning his head and licking at Light's erection.
Light's laugh mutated into a hiss of surprise, and then he moved his hips and used his hold on L's hair (which L had almost forgotten about) to force himself into L's mouth.
"Misa thinks Ryuuzaki's enjoying this," he heard above him, but he was occupied by Light's thick length in his mouth, the salt-sweet taste unlike anything he'd ever eaten, the sheer size threatening to block his airway and leave him literally breathless.
Light pulled away with a grunt that L thought sounded disappointed. "It wouldn't be fair to leave Misa out of this," he said, and Misa let go of L's arms so that Light could force him around to face her. "Let's lie him out on the floor," Light said, and Misa clapped her hands and agreed while L was still working out what he meant.
Flat on his back with Misa straddling his face, he still couldn't find a coherent thought. Misa smiled down at him and pulled his unresisting arms up again so that his hands were resting against her nipples. "Misa knows Ryuuzaki likes Misa's breasts, so Misa will let Ryuuzaki play with them if he wants to. But only if Ryuuzaki is good," she added, positioning herself so that there was no doubt what she wanted him to be good at.
L flicked his tongue out, curious to learn the differences between Light's taste and Misa's. The taste wasn't unpleasant, he decided, tongue running up to circle her clitoris as he started gently kneading her breasts. She gasped and jumped, making him feel a moment's satisfaction that he could get a response from her - and then he was crying out in shock as his unnoticed erection was surrounded by wet heat.
"Li-ight! Stop distracting him!" Misa demanded pettily.
"But it wouldn't be fair for the two of us to have all the pleasure, would it, Misa dear?" Light purred, mouth lifting from L's erection and making him buck his hips up to try and get back those wonderful sensations.
"Huh?" Misa dropped L's arms and twisted around to face Light and see for herself what he was doing. L scowled at her disregard, grabbing her hips and yanking her back to his mouth. She wasn't allowed to ignore him, and he wasn't going to let her get away with it.
Misa squealed, making Light snigger as his hand took the place of his mouth, making L wriggle in protest at the lessened sensations. "Is he good?"
"Oh - oh, Ryuuza- Ryuu, sto- oh," Misa tried to protest, but L was quickly finding her weak spots and making sure that each attempt failed. He groaned as Light finally returned to using his mouth, and then Light was sucking him and L was shouting into Misa's warmth as he flooded Light's mouth.
Misa shuddered in her own climax, then saw Light and said, "Ewww."
Light grunted. She suddenly moved aside, and L found himself being thoroughly kissed by Light - whose mouth was still full of L's semen. His lips twisted in disgust, but his penis twitched with interest despite himself, and Light didn't let up until L had swallowed every drop.
Gasping for breath, L found himself being rolled over onto his front. "Misa doesn't want his mouth again," he heard the complaint, and Light's sigh of annoyance before he moved away.
L forced himself to look up and saw Light arranging Misa on her hands and knees to face L. "L. Get up." Something about Light's voice made him obey, though he swayed on his feet. Light waved him to stand in front of Misa as he moved between her legs, then nodded once in approval before slamming into her from behind.
Misa shrieked, forced forwards, and her face was at the same position in front of L's groin as his had been in front of Light's. Understanding, L grabbed her hair and held his stirring erection in front of her, waiting to see if she'd take it.
Misa gave a breathy moan as Light thrust again, and moved to take L into her mouth with every sign of eagerness. The tiny part of him that still cared for such things reassured that she was willing, L gave himself up to enjoying her expertise, panting and nearly sinking to the floor as she proved that she was even better at this than Light was.
Light watched L with hungry red eyes, a silent promise in them that almost made L come right there. Seeing that, the hunger was joined by arrogance, and Light's hands suddenly disappeared beneath Misa to do something that made her arch her back and wail as she came for the second time.
Light pulled out of her, slick with her juices, and dragged her off L. L snarled, too far gone to try and find the words to protest, only to gasp with surprise as Light lunged forwards and forced him onto his back.
Light shoved three of his fingers into L's mouth. "I'm sure you're smart enough to figure out what you're getting them wet for," he smirked, and L's eyes widened. He tried to shake his head, but Light's smirk changed into something much more dangerous. "Don't pretend you don't want this, Ryuuzaki," he sneered. "Face it, you want me to fuck you almost as much as I want to." He leaned closer as L kept trying to shake his head. "You want me to own you. You want me to take your body and you want me to use you so thoroughly you can't think of anything else but being mine. You want this."
L was still trying to shake his head, but they both knew that if he didn't want this he'd have been biting down, or kicking Light, or finding some way to fight back instead of lying still and trying to wet the fingers in his mouth as much as he could. Light smiled condescendingly as he pulled them out. "Good boy," he breathed mockingly as he shoved L's legs apart and reached down to force the first finger inside him.
L cried out in protest and writhed at the sudden flare of pain, but Light just kissed him silent and worked his finger inside him until there was suddenly enough room for a second. By the third, L was writhing for a completely different reason, and he barely noticed the new pain when Light replaced his fingers with his much larger erection.
"Misa wants to join in."
"Then come here," Light snapped at her, and dragged her down so that her breasts were in a perfect position for them to kiss and nip. L barely noticed as someone grabbed his hand and moved it to between her legs, his awareness filled with Light's body over him and inside him, Misa only registering as something else to occupy his mouth when Light wasn't kissing him so that his cries of pleasure were stifled.
Light suddenly changed pace, slamming into him harder than he'd known he could survive, and he was pushed over the edge of pleasure into unconsciousness.
When he woke, L was less shocked by what had happened than part of him felt he should have been. He stood uncomfortably, looking at his fluid-splattered body with vague disgust, and tried to decide what he should do now.
"Good morning, Ryuuzaki." Light's amused voice drew his attention to the door to the ensuite. "Would you like a shower?"
He considered the question for far longer than it should have taken. Light's voice dropped to a husky murmur, "Would you like me to fuck you in the shower?"
L almost said yes instinctively, pulse jumping with eagerness despite the aches from last night(?). "What's happening to me?"
Light sighed, walking over and ruffling his hair. "Don't worry about it," he evaded. "You'll understand once it's over."
L stared at him accusingly. "And won't that be too late?"
"It's already too late, Ryuuzaki," Light said, and he almost sounded regretful. "Come take a look at what the security cameras are showing."
L wasn't too surprised that Light had found the hidden laptop in the room, or that he'd figured out how to use it to hack into the security cameras' feed.
He made up for that by being utterly shocked by what that feed was showing. Aizawa and Mogi were rolling on the floor, gasping senseless accusations as they did their best to kill each other. Nearby was the table the Note should be resting on - should be, because the secure container was blatantly, mockingly, empty.
"Where -?" L started to ask, only to be stopped by Light's hand covering his mouth.
"It doesn't matter, L." Seeing that L disagreed, he smiled. "It doesn't matter because it's mine. When this is over, I'll collect it. Until then -" he shrugged. "We've got everything we need here." He slid his hand down, caressing L's neck, shoulder, chest - "Everything."
L shuddered at the touch, desire warring with horror as he realised what Light was saying. "So I am only responding to you and Misa like this because you each own a Death Note?"
Light stopped, arrested by the thought. Something that could have been hurt flickered across his face, but it was gone too fast for L to be sure. "And if you are...? That just means you're even more helpless against Kira than I thought. If you only respond because I'm Kira, L, then it's Kira who you want to obey. It's Kira you want to be owned by."
The sharp words made L shudder again, recognising the truth in Light's attack. Appeased, Light resumed his caresses, stirring L's hunger until he found himself following blindly as Light led him into the ensuite.
Misa was already in the room, carefully running a wide-toothed comb through her wet hair. She looked around and smiled at them both as they came in. "Misa's looking forwards to today," she announced cheerfully. "Misa likes helping Ryuuzaki through this."
Light smiled warmly. "So do I," he agreed.
"What exactly are you helping me through?" L demanded, hoping for a better answer than he'd gotten yesterday.
Light grimaced. "L. What do you think of what Kira does?"
It was like a traffic accident in L's head. There was his firm belief that Kira was wrong, but smashing against it was a newer but equally firm belief that Kira's power had to be used, and this was the only right way to use it.
He was barely aware of Light steadying him as he swayed, or Misa hurrying over - but he felt it when Misa pressed her whole body against his and wriggled, soft skin and tender warmth, and he felt it when he was stroked to hardness and then guided inside Misa, wet heat that he had only felt with his tongue and lips, and he definitely felt it when Light slowly sank into him, pain that transformed into glorious pleasure... He found himself fucking Misa to the same rhythm that Light was fucking him, almost like Light was using him to fuck Misa, and both of them with all their attention on him...
Misa was bracing herself on the wall. Light's arms around L's chest were the only things holding him up. Light whispered in his ear as Misa kissed his shoulder, "Once it's done we'll find a way to get you a Death Note of your own."
L shuddered, lost in utter surrender, and came.
http://dn-kink2.livejournal.com/1491.html?thread=1491155#t1491155
Light/L/Misa, L is going insane and Light and Misa help him through the process of becoming a Kira and comfort him with sex.
Based on the fanon that just touching the notebook strips a human of their morals and drives them insane-L (and the taskforce) all touched the notebook...
When the Taskforce start going nuts and fighting and killing each other to get at the precious (the notebook and not even the fake rules are enough to dissuade them) Light and Misa are the only ones that are able to keep their wits about them (because they're already crazy.)
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L stared at the Death Note. Such a simple thing; write a person's name, wait forty seconds, and they were gone.
His fingers itched to try it. He could think of so many criminals to use it against -
He slammed the seal shut on the specially-made container and stepped away. "No one can use it now. We can be assured that any further deaths are caused by a second Note."
The police around him nodded, but they seemed only half-aware of what he'd said. Their attention was concentrated on the Note just as intently as his had been.
L forced himself to turn and head for the kitchen, trying to summon his usual enthusiasm for sweets. Maybe there were some of those biscuits with animal faces. It was amusing, what could be added to sweets. Maybe Kira would start insisting that biscuits carry the faces and names of criminals, so that he could carry out his judgements when he was taking a break -
"Going somewhere?"
His attention snapped into focus on Light. The boy who had been, and then somehow forgotten being, Kira. There was something about him in this moment - an air of power, of command - that held L's mind as surely as the Note had.
Something about that sounded a vague warning in the back of his mind, but he was too relieved by the release from the Note's draw to think about it. He'd been bordering on obsessed with Light for so long that this new pull just seemed part of a familiar habit, and far more reassuring than his building fascination with the Note was.
Light's eyes rested on the view through the open door behind L for a moment, before turning back to L. "So, the Note is securely held now?"
"Yes." L felt a thrill chase down his back at Light's attention. What was Light going to do? Would he try to force L to give him the Note?
"Hmm." Light glanced back at the room, then smiled sharply at L. "I think we should have a private discussion, don't you, Ryuuzaki?"
The thrill grew stronger. Was Light planning something? "Certainly."
The smile grew. "Let's pick up some supplies. This could take a while."
L followed him into the kitchen, too bewildered to care that he was temporarily ceding control to his rival. What was Light planning?
His confusion only grew as Light insisted on their gathering enough food and drink to last them for days. Why would Light be preparing for a siege-like situation? He tried to argue, but one flash of Light's red-tinged gaze had him convincing himself he'd be better served by playing along until he could turn the tables on Light - somehow.
It never occurred to him that he should have had command of the situation.
Light confused him further by leading him to a room that wasn't being used by anyone, and revealing that Misa was there waiting for them.
The fact that he was alone in a room with the first two Kiras dredged up enough of his survival instincts for L to pause. Light's presence was as commanding - as demanding - as ever, and Misa seemed to reflect it, but he was the world's greatest detective and he would not be taken in so easily by simple charisma.
"What is this about?" he asked harshly, straightening from his usual slouch.
Light's smile wasn't his normal faked expression. It was truly frightening, and the most frightening thing about it was the sharp thrill that it shot through L which he finally recognised as arousal.
"You're my first friend, Ryuuzaki," Light - Kira - said mockingly, moving to stand between L and the door. "Why wouldn't I want to protect my friend?"
"Protect me? From what?" L asked, voice heavy with disbelief.
"Ryuuzaki will understand," Misa interrupted, clasping her hands in front of her and batting her eyelashes cutely. "Ryuuzaki is our friend. He said so himself. And friends help friends."
"Help with what?" L insisted, feeling a dull ache start in his temples.
"We can help take your mind off that headache, for a start," Kira offered, somehow much closer than he should have been. L turned to argue, but Kira's hands slid up underneath his loose shirt, and all he could do was gasp for air. The physical contact did seem to dull the pain, and simultaneously took his mind away from the question of what exactly had driven Kira to oversupply them.
Misa came over on L's other side, and between them the two Kiras stripped L. Any thought of complaining was washed away by their reaching around him to undress each other at the same time, so that he was constantly distracted by brushes of bare skin until the three of them were in a naked huddle.
The red flared in Light's eyes, and he pushed L down to his knees in front of his generous erection. Misa giggled behind L, holding his arms twisted behind his back. Her fingers bit into his wrists.
"Suck me," Light ordered, and L was horrified by his sudden urge to submit, swaying forwards with his mouth half-open for a moment before he regained control of himself.
"No," he snarled.
Light twisted his fingers in L's hair, holding just tight enough to hurt. "You need the distraction, Ryuuzaki, you know you do," he said with vicious sweetness.
L whined, wanting to deny the truth of the words, not being able to. Misa giggled behind him again, and then leaned forwards to kiss Light, forcing L's head into Light's groin. He heard Light's answering laughter, muffled by Misa's mouth, and the feeling of being ignored drove him to get Light's attention back by turning his head and licking at Light's erection.
Light's laugh mutated into a hiss of surprise, and then he moved his hips and used his hold on L's hair (which L had almost forgotten about) to force himself into L's mouth.
"Misa thinks Ryuuzaki's enjoying this," he heard above him, but he was occupied by Light's thick length in his mouth, the salt-sweet taste unlike anything he'd ever eaten, the sheer size threatening to block his airway and leave him literally breathless.
Light pulled away with a grunt that L thought sounded disappointed. "It wouldn't be fair to leave Misa out of this," he said, and Misa let go of L's arms so that Light could force him around to face her. "Let's lie him out on the floor," Light said, and Misa clapped her hands and agreed while L was still working out what he meant.
Flat on his back with Misa straddling his face, he still couldn't find a coherent thought. Misa smiled down at him and pulled his unresisting arms up again so that his hands were resting against her nipples. "Misa knows Ryuuzaki likes Misa's breasts, so Misa will let Ryuuzaki play with them if he wants to. But only if Ryuuzaki is good," she added, positioning herself so that there was no doubt what she wanted him to be good at.
L flicked his tongue out, curious to learn the differences between Light's taste and Misa's. The taste wasn't unpleasant, he decided, tongue running up to circle her clitoris as he started gently kneading her breasts. She gasped and jumped, making him feel a moment's satisfaction that he could get a response from her - and then he was crying out in shock as his unnoticed erection was surrounded by wet heat.
"Li-ight! Stop distracting him!" Misa demanded pettily.
"But it wouldn't be fair for the two of us to have all the pleasure, would it, Misa dear?" Light purred, mouth lifting from L's erection and making him buck his hips up to try and get back those wonderful sensations.
"Huh?" Misa dropped L's arms and twisted around to face Light and see for herself what he was doing. L scowled at her disregard, grabbing her hips and yanking her back to his mouth. She wasn't allowed to ignore him, and he wasn't going to let her get away with it.
Misa squealed, making Light snigger as his hand took the place of his mouth, making L wriggle in protest at the lessened sensations. "Is he good?"
"Oh - oh, Ryuuza- Ryuu, sto- oh," Misa tried to protest, but L was quickly finding her weak spots and making sure that each attempt failed. He groaned as Light finally returned to using his mouth, and then Light was sucking him and L was shouting into Misa's warmth as he flooded Light's mouth.
Misa shuddered in her own climax, then saw Light and said, "Ewww."
Light grunted. She suddenly moved aside, and L found himself being thoroughly kissed by Light - whose mouth was still full of L's semen. His lips twisted in disgust, but his penis twitched with interest despite himself, and Light didn't let up until L had swallowed every drop.
Gasping for breath, L found himself being rolled over onto his front. "Misa doesn't want his mouth again," he heard the complaint, and Light's sigh of annoyance before he moved away.
L forced himself to look up and saw Light arranging Misa on her hands and knees to face L. "L. Get up." Something about Light's voice made him obey, though he swayed on his feet. Light waved him to stand in front of Misa as he moved between her legs, then nodded once in approval before slamming into her from behind.
Misa shrieked, forced forwards, and her face was at the same position in front of L's groin as his had been in front of Light's. Understanding, L grabbed her hair and held his stirring erection in front of her, waiting to see if she'd take it.
Misa gave a breathy moan as Light thrust again, and moved to take L into her mouth with every sign of eagerness. The tiny part of him that still cared for such things reassured that she was willing, L gave himself up to enjoying her expertise, panting and nearly sinking to the floor as she proved that she was even better at this than Light was.
Light watched L with hungry red eyes, a silent promise in them that almost made L come right there. Seeing that, the hunger was joined by arrogance, and Light's hands suddenly disappeared beneath Misa to do something that made her arch her back and wail as she came for the second time.
Light pulled out of her, slick with her juices, and dragged her off L. L snarled, too far gone to try and find the words to protest, only to gasp with surprise as Light lunged forwards and forced him onto his back.
Light shoved three of his fingers into L's mouth. "I'm sure you're smart enough to figure out what you're getting them wet for," he smirked, and L's eyes widened. He tried to shake his head, but Light's smirk changed into something much more dangerous. "Don't pretend you don't want this, Ryuuzaki," he sneered. "Face it, you want me to fuck you almost as much as I want to." He leaned closer as L kept trying to shake his head. "You want me to own you. You want me to take your body and you want me to use you so thoroughly you can't think of anything else but being mine. You want this."
L was still trying to shake his head, but they both knew that if he didn't want this he'd have been biting down, or kicking Light, or finding some way to fight back instead of lying still and trying to wet the fingers in his mouth as much as he could. Light smiled condescendingly as he pulled them out. "Good boy," he breathed mockingly as he shoved L's legs apart and reached down to force the first finger inside him.
L cried out in protest and writhed at the sudden flare of pain, but Light just kissed him silent and worked his finger inside him until there was suddenly enough room for a second. By the third, L was writhing for a completely different reason, and he barely noticed the new pain when Light replaced his fingers with his much larger erection.
"Misa wants to join in."
"Then come here," Light snapped at her, and dragged her down so that her breasts were in a perfect position for them to kiss and nip. L barely noticed as someone grabbed his hand and moved it to between her legs, his awareness filled with Light's body over him and inside him, Misa only registering as something else to occupy his mouth when Light wasn't kissing him so that his cries of pleasure were stifled.
Light suddenly changed pace, slamming into him harder than he'd known he could survive, and he was pushed over the edge of pleasure into unconsciousness.
When he woke, L was less shocked by what had happened than part of him felt he should have been. He stood uncomfortably, looking at his fluid-splattered body with vague disgust, and tried to decide what he should do now.
"Good morning, Ryuuzaki." Light's amused voice drew his attention to the door to the ensuite. "Would you like a shower?"
He considered the question for far longer than it should have taken. Light's voice dropped to a husky murmur, "Would you like me to fuck you in the shower?"
L almost said yes instinctively, pulse jumping with eagerness despite the aches from last night(?). "What's happening to me?"
Light sighed, walking over and ruffling his hair. "Don't worry about it," he evaded. "You'll understand once it's over."
L stared at him accusingly. "And won't that be too late?"
"It's already too late, Ryuuzaki," Light said, and he almost sounded regretful. "Come take a look at what the security cameras are showing."
L wasn't too surprised that Light had found the hidden laptop in the room, or that he'd figured out how to use it to hack into the security cameras' feed.
He made up for that by being utterly shocked by what that feed was showing. Aizawa and Mogi were rolling on the floor, gasping senseless accusations as they did their best to kill each other. Nearby was the table the Note should be resting on - should be, because the secure container was blatantly, mockingly, empty.
"Where -?" L started to ask, only to be stopped by Light's hand covering his mouth.
"It doesn't matter, L." Seeing that L disagreed, he smiled. "It doesn't matter because it's mine. When this is over, I'll collect it. Until then -" he shrugged. "We've got everything we need here." He slid his hand down, caressing L's neck, shoulder, chest - "Everything."
L shuddered at the touch, desire warring with horror as he realised what Light was saying. "So I am only responding to you and Misa like this because you each own a Death Note?"
Light stopped, arrested by the thought. Something that could have been hurt flickered across his face, but it was gone too fast for L to be sure. "And if you are...? That just means you're even more helpless against Kira than I thought. If you only respond because I'm Kira, L, then it's Kira who you want to obey. It's Kira you want to be owned by."
The sharp words made L shudder again, recognising the truth in Light's attack. Appeased, Light resumed his caresses, stirring L's hunger until he found himself following blindly as Light led him into the ensuite.
Misa was already in the room, carefully running a wide-toothed comb through her wet hair. She looked around and smiled at them both as they came in. "Misa's looking forwards to today," she announced cheerfully. "Misa likes helping Ryuuzaki through this."
Light smiled warmly. "So do I," he agreed.
"What exactly are you helping me through?" L demanded, hoping for a better answer than he'd gotten yesterday.
Light grimaced. "L. What do you think of what Kira does?"
It was like a traffic accident in L's head. There was his firm belief that Kira was wrong, but smashing against it was a newer but equally firm belief that Kira's power had to be used, and this was the only right way to use it.
He was barely aware of Light steadying him as he swayed, or Misa hurrying over - but he felt it when Misa pressed her whole body against his and wriggled, soft skin and tender warmth, and he felt it when he was stroked to hardness and then guided inside Misa, wet heat that he had only felt with his tongue and lips, and he definitely felt it when Light slowly sank into him, pain that transformed into glorious pleasure... He found himself fucking Misa to the same rhythm that Light was fucking him, almost like Light was using him to fuck Misa, and both of them with all their attention on him...
Misa was bracing herself on the wall. Light's arms around L's chest were the only things holding him up. Light whispered in his ear as Misa kissed his shoulder, "Once it's done we'll find a way to get you a Death Note of your own."
L shuddered, lost in utter surrender, and came.