A Charmed Life 4 Eraldo's Wisdom
A/N: This is a Ryuk/Light AU Death Note fanfic. I don't own Death Note.
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“It appears you also enjoy feather play and being restrained. I bet you’d like getting tied up too,” Ryuk added helpfully. “I have some chains. If you ever feel up to it I could tie you to the bed sometime. I’d very much like to play with you, Light-o. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
“This… is so messed up,” Light croaked through a suddenly dry, cracking throat.
“Why?”
“It’s just… wrong.”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Light. Many humans like ass-play. Like… I think that magazine said it was something like 10% of the human population?”
“Dammit, you know me Ryuk!”
The Shinigami looked perplexed “That I do.”
“You know I’m not like that!”
“Like what?”
“You know I’m not weak. Or… or stupid! Or…”
“What does that have to do with your sexual needs? I didn’t think I was implying you were weak or stupid. Is this another human fairy tale? You know, I don’t get the feeling we’re really communicating right now. We should really must sit down and have story time sometime. You could tell me these human fairy tales and I could tell what I know about the Shinigami realm-it would sort out much of this miscommunication between us.“
“Kira submits to no man!” Light snapped; eyes wild and panicked and Ryuk thoughtfully held him down to prevent the boy from smashing his head against the headboard of his bed with his spastic flailing. Unfortunately this did nothing to calm him down.
“Light …”
“I can’t… this is just so… disgusting! No!” Light snarled as Ryuk pulled him down the bed and away from the wall before letting him go. Light was torn between relief, fear, and disappointment when Ryuk suddenly let him go and finally removed his looming self from over his person. The teen sat up immediately, swallowing hard.
Shit. I shouldn’t have said anything. Ryuk will probably kill me now.
Light was annoyed with himself. He knew he was behaving most irrationally and he was furious with himself that he had lost his cool. He knew he couldn’t fight Ryuk. He’d already decided it would be best to just go along with it but then the Shinigami insisted on giving him this illusion of choice and that had screwed everything up. He couldn’t pretend to want it when the very idea of sex, especially sex with Ryuk, disgusted and… terrified him. Then Ryuk was claiming that he, Light, the God of the New World, actually wanted penetration and wanted it more than anything else. Something so taboo and frightening and… and girly! Dammit, why him?! He wasn’t even a girl! The teen swallowed down another whimper-he refused to let Ryuk, of all people, mess with his head!
Light forced himself to calm down and think things over rationally and review what he knew, what he had learned, and what he could infer from their most recent interactions. He realized that Ryuk must have been harboring these feelings for him for quite a while but never acted on it until he thought the feelings were mutual and consensual. Even though the Shinigami could easily overpower him if it had a mind to. Aside from their recent misunderstanding Ryuk had never tried to grope him like any of his classmates and he stopped when it became obvious it was making him uncomfortable. True, technically Ryuk had just assaulted him but Light could attribute some of Ryuk’s lack of manners and decency to his inhuman nature. It was an innocent evil as opposed to purposeful malice and so could be forgiven. Light doubted that if any of his human “suitors” had him in that position that they would not have stopped so that meant that the Shinigami was already morally superior to the majority of humans that Light knew. And that he wasn’t even mocking him now… at least not intentionally. Light figured that he should take the Shinigami to be essentially a moral blank slate that was merely imitating what he had learned of... repulsive human behavior.He was sure that if it had been anyone else they would be relentlessly mocking him if they even so much as suspected that he was queer. Hell, he’d been acting like such an idiot, freaking out like that. It was just Ryuk! Compared to any of his classmates Ryuk was practically a saint.
So Light turned to face the Shinigami, an eloquent apology already on the tip of his tongue when the Shinigami thrust a magazine into his face. Light immediately recognized it as the disreputable and dirty magazine that he had only bought for the articles on Kira and L.
“Read it.” Ryuk demanded. The magazine was folded over to a particular article entitled “Power Bottoms” that was accompanied by some very graphic pictures. The teen shot the Shinigami another angry glare.
“Just read it.”
Light frowned. He hadn’t even realized that Ryuk had been reading through his magazines. The teen was suddenly beset by the mental image of the Shinigami hanging out in his room, putting on reading glasses-the thought of Ryuk in reading glasses got him caught up in a fit of maniacal giggles for over a minute. Light startled a little when the bed suddenly dipped again from the weight of the Shinigami sitting down next to him. Ryuk looked a bit irritated but swiped the magazine back from him and began reading to him in an overly-condescending manner, obviously having decided that the teen was still too worked up to do it himself.
“According to Icha-Icha’s top sex gurus high-powered individuals… like ambitious corporate sharks, the C.E.O. of a major corporation, high status career woman, or… say, you, are more likely to be submissive in bed.”
“Excuse me? You can’t make conjectures based on…”
“Actually, I didn’t. They really do mention you… or rather Kira by name. The author seems to think that Kira would not only be the ultimate sub but a real wildcat in the sack.”
The teen’s eyebrows arched and furrowed menacingly. “…What’s the name on that article?”
“An…. Eraldo Coil. Do you know him?”
“…No. Is there a picture?”
“Why? You’re not going to kill him for just printing the truth, are you? Because I thought you said you didn’t want to do that.”
Kira suppressed a wince as he acutely recalled the humiliation of the Lind L. Tailor incident.
“No…”
“Light-o… “
“I only ask out of curiosity. You know, for future reference…”
“Right.”
The teenaged mass murderer sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “No, Ryuk. I don’t intend to kill whoever wrote this drivel. I just think it prudent to know who would write such a thing. They probably hold some sort of grudge against Kira.”
“Don’t you think that’s a little paranoid?”
“Not really, no.”
“It’s not even specifically about you. Kira is just mentioned in passing. You know everyone is talking about you. It probably wasn’t meant as a personal attack.”
The teen sighed again and, out of habit, flopped back on his mattress to stare up at the ceiling. “I guess you’re right.”
“I am. About many things.” Ryuk rumbled softly, a slight chuckle, as he slowly, deliberately turned the delicate page of the magazine between the tips of his large dark claws, almost as if to say ‘I could be touching something else and you’d like it more’ and the teen gasped at the sensation of that recently discovered ring of muscles inside him again fluttered open and closed. There was just something about that stupid guttural voice of his, coupled with that burning stare in the dark, and the fresh memory of those gentle claws all over his skin, how they expertly manipulated his flesh-it was all so very hot... in a gross and horrible inhuman way. Yet every nerve in his body was screaming at him to submit. Light wasn’t really sure if he believed Ryuk when he said he hadn’t done anything to him. Could he really be so affected without some sort of demonic influence? He’d never felt this way around a human of either gender. Light decided that Ryuk must have done something to him regardless of what he said. The alternative was that he was actually attracted to the Shinigami and that didn’t bear thinking about. The teen regarded the monster warily out of the corner of his crimson-tinted eye.
“Alright,” the teen conceded with an imperious wave of his hand. “Indulge me. Why does this idiot think people in power are more likely to be submissive in bed?”
“Well, he suggests two possibilities. One is that the person who is attracted to power is a naturally effeminate type who is overcompensating…” This earned Ryuk another murderous glare but the Shinigami pressed on. “The other possibility is that you enjoy it because it’s such a contrast to your everyday stresses of always staying in control and you’d enjoy having someone take care of you and catering to your needs.”
The teen sucked in a breath. That sounded… pretty nice, actually. Light flushed at the recent memory of Ryuk’s arms all around him and then made a face. The idea of sex still disgusted him, let alone sex with a Shinigami but his body still found it most agreeable to let Ryuk touch him.
It was… nice.
Terrifying, yes, but also nice. Maybe he’d been thinking about this all wrong. Maybe it was more like his Death Note, really-terrifying at first, and horrible, but once you got used to it, it could be a source of joy. You only had to learn how to use it properly...
The teen sucked in another, surprised breath at the sudden, feather-light touch, brushing across his fingers. While Ryuk was sitting at the foot of the bed and pretending to not even look at him he was apparently still put him in easy reach of the Shinigami’s wing feathers. Kira glowered at the Shinigami’s back.
“Ryuk, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Nothing.” Ryuk would have said innocently-except the monster couldn’t sound innocent if his lifespan depended on it.
Kira’s angry stare intensified, “I thought you said you wouldn’t pressure me.”
“I’m not. I’m seducing you. That’s completely different.” Ryuk snickered, giving out another of those crowing laughs of his.
The teen felt the heat rising in his face again. He shivered again and his flush deepened in humiliation. He knew that this time his shivering had nothing to do with fear.
“Well you can stop now since I’m not the least bit interested,” Light insisted, though they both knew that was a big fat lie.
The Shinigami turned to regard him fully, no longer pretending to ignore him for the sake of the magazine, and a smirk widened the Shinigami’s black, ever-smiling lips, baring more of those shark-like fangs. “You’re not? Really?” The Shinigami questioned as his eyes trailing to the conspicuous lump in the boy’s pajama pants. “Because it looks to me like your little soldier boy is still standing at attention…”
This time Light actually did throw his pillow at Ryuk’s smirking face. The Shinigami just laughed as the pillow phased right through him and the magazine he’d been holding fell open to yet another page on top of Light’s blue bedspread.
“Wow, Light did you see this? I can’t believe I almost forgot about this-just look at all these famous dead humans that were bottoms. It’s quite fascinating really.”
Light frowned but paged through the magazine, “I’m not so sure about the sources on that article… and I’d rather not follow in the footsteps of your ‘dead humans’ anytime soon.”
“That can be arranged.” Ryuk purred in a near whisper but Light caught it.
“What was that, Ryuk?”
“Just that. I’ll take care of you… if you submit to me-that’s a promise.”
“And do you mean to take care of me or take care of me?” Light asked skeptically and the strangest expression flashed across the monster’s face.
“I guess you’re gonna have to trust me in order to find out, eh Light-o? After all, the surprise is half the fun!”
Light laughed again and if any of his other friends were to hear it they would have worried for his sanity. Ryuk, however, knew better-that that was long gone.
“You don’t have to, of course. But it would be your loss. I could show you pleasure beyond mortal comprehension…”
“I think you’re bragging a little bit there, Ryuk.”
“Is it bragging when it’s true?”
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“It appears you also enjoy feather play and being restrained. I bet you’d like getting tied up too,” Ryuk added helpfully. “I have some chains. If you ever feel up to it I could tie you to the bed sometime. I’d very much like to play with you, Light-o. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
“This… is so messed up,” Light croaked through a suddenly dry, cracking throat.
“Why?”
“It’s just… wrong.”
“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Light. Many humans like ass-play. Like… I think that magazine said it was something like 10% of the human population?”
“Dammit, you know me Ryuk!”
The Shinigami looked perplexed “That I do.”
“You know I’m not like that!”
“Like what?”
“You know I’m not weak. Or… or stupid! Or…”
“What does that have to do with your sexual needs? I didn’t think I was implying you were weak or stupid. Is this another human fairy tale? You know, I don’t get the feeling we’re really communicating right now. We should really must sit down and have story time sometime. You could tell me these human fairy tales and I could tell what I know about the Shinigami realm-it would sort out much of this miscommunication between us.“
“Kira submits to no man!” Light snapped; eyes wild and panicked and Ryuk thoughtfully held him down to prevent the boy from smashing his head against the headboard of his bed with his spastic flailing. Unfortunately this did nothing to calm him down.
“Light …”
“I can’t… this is just so… disgusting! No!” Light snarled as Ryuk pulled him down the bed and away from the wall before letting him go. Light was torn between relief, fear, and disappointment when Ryuk suddenly let him go and finally removed his looming self from over his person. The teen sat up immediately, swallowing hard.
Shit. I shouldn’t have said anything. Ryuk will probably kill me now.
Light was annoyed with himself. He knew he was behaving most irrationally and he was furious with himself that he had lost his cool. He knew he couldn’t fight Ryuk. He’d already decided it would be best to just go along with it but then the Shinigami insisted on giving him this illusion of choice and that had screwed everything up. He couldn’t pretend to want it when the very idea of sex, especially sex with Ryuk, disgusted and… terrified him. Then Ryuk was claiming that he, Light, the God of the New World, actually wanted penetration and wanted it more than anything else. Something so taboo and frightening and… and girly! Dammit, why him?! He wasn’t even a girl! The teen swallowed down another whimper-he refused to let Ryuk, of all people, mess with his head!
Light forced himself to calm down and think things over rationally and review what he knew, what he had learned, and what he could infer from their most recent interactions. He realized that Ryuk must have been harboring these feelings for him for quite a while but never acted on it until he thought the feelings were mutual and consensual. Even though the Shinigami could easily overpower him if it had a mind to. Aside from their recent misunderstanding Ryuk had never tried to grope him like any of his classmates and he stopped when it became obvious it was making him uncomfortable. True, technically Ryuk had just assaulted him but Light could attribute some of Ryuk’s lack of manners and decency to his inhuman nature. It was an innocent evil as opposed to purposeful malice and so could be forgiven. Light doubted that if any of his human “suitors” had him in that position that they would not have stopped so that meant that the Shinigami was already morally superior to the majority of humans that Light knew. And that he wasn’t even mocking him now… at least not intentionally. Light figured that he should take the Shinigami to be essentially a moral blank slate that was merely imitating what he had learned of... repulsive human behavior.He was sure that if it had been anyone else they would be relentlessly mocking him if they even so much as suspected that he was queer. Hell, he’d been acting like such an idiot, freaking out like that. It was just Ryuk! Compared to any of his classmates Ryuk was practically a saint.
So Light turned to face the Shinigami, an eloquent apology already on the tip of his tongue when the Shinigami thrust a magazine into his face. Light immediately recognized it as the disreputable and dirty magazine that he had only bought for the articles on Kira and L.
“Read it.” Ryuk demanded. The magazine was folded over to a particular article entitled “Power Bottoms” that was accompanied by some very graphic pictures. The teen shot the Shinigami another angry glare.
“Just read it.”
Light frowned. He hadn’t even realized that Ryuk had been reading through his magazines. The teen was suddenly beset by the mental image of the Shinigami hanging out in his room, putting on reading glasses-the thought of Ryuk in reading glasses got him caught up in a fit of maniacal giggles for over a minute. Light startled a little when the bed suddenly dipped again from the weight of the Shinigami sitting down next to him. Ryuk looked a bit irritated but swiped the magazine back from him and began reading to him in an overly-condescending manner, obviously having decided that the teen was still too worked up to do it himself.
“According to Icha-Icha’s top sex gurus high-powered individuals… like ambitious corporate sharks, the C.E.O. of a major corporation, high status career woman, or… say, you, are more likely to be submissive in bed.”
“Excuse me? You can’t make conjectures based on…”
“Actually, I didn’t. They really do mention you… or rather Kira by name. The author seems to think that Kira would not only be the ultimate sub but a real wildcat in the sack.”
The teen’s eyebrows arched and furrowed menacingly. “…What’s the name on that article?”
“An…. Eraldo Coil. Do you know him?”
“…No. Is there a picture?”
“Why? You’re not going to kill him for just printing the truth, are you? Because I thought you said you didn’t want to do that.”
Kira suppressed a wince as he acutely recalled the humiliation of the Lind L. Tailor incident.
“No…”
“Light-o… “
“I only ask out of curiosity. You know, for future reference…”
“Right.”
The teenaged mass murderer sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “No, Ryuk. I don’t intend to kill whoever wrote this drivel. I just think it prudent to know who would write such a thing. They probably hold some sort of grudge against Kira.”
“Don’t you think that’s a little paranoid?”
“Not really, no.”
“It’s not even specifically about you. Kira is just mentioned in passing. You know everyone is talking about you. It probably wasn’t meant as a personal attack.”
The teen sighed again and, out of habit, flopped back on his mattress to stare up at the ceiling. “I guess you’re right.”
“I am. About many things.” Ryuk rumbled softly, a slight chuckle, as he slowly, deliberately turned the delicate page of the magazine between the tips of his large dark claws, almost as if to say ‘I could be touching something else and you’d like it more’ and the teen gasped at the sensation of that recently discovered ring of muscles inside him again fluttered open and closed. There was just something about that stupid guttural voice of his, coupled with that burning stare in the dark, and the fresh memory of those gentle claws all over his skin, how they expertly manipulated his flesh-it was all so very hot... in a gross and horrible inhuman way. Yet every nerve in his body was screaming at him to submit. Light wasn’t really sure if he believed Ryuk when he said he hadn’t done anything to him. Could he really be so affected without some sort of demonic influence? He’d never felt this way around a human of either gender. Light decided that Ryuk must have done something to him regardless of what he said. The alternative was that he was actually attracted to the Shinigami and that didn’t bear thinking about. The teen regarded the monster warily out of the corner of his crimson-tinted eye.
“Alright,” the teen conceded with an imperious wave of his hand. “Indulge me. Why does this idiot think people in power are more likely to be submissive in bed?”
“Well, he suggests two possibilities. One is that the person who is attracted to power is a naturally effeminate type who is overcompensating…” This earned Ryuk another murderous glare but the Shinigami pressed on. “The other possibility is that you enjoy it because it’s such a contrast to your everyday stresses of always staying in control and you’d enjoy having someone take care of you and catering to your needs.”
The teen sucked in a breath. That sounded… pretty nice, actually. Light flushed at the recent memory of Ryuk’s arms all around him and then made a face. The idea of sex still disgusted him, let alone sex with a Shinigami but his body still found it most agreeable to let Ryuk touch him.
It was… nice.
Terrifying, yes, but also nice. Maybe he’d been thinking about this all wrong. Maybe it was more like his Death Note, really-terrifying at first, and horrible, but once you got used to it, it could be a source of joy. You only had to learn how to use it properly...
The teen sucked in another, surprised breath at the sudden, feather-light touch, brushing across his fingers. While Ryuk was sitting at the foot of the bed and pretending to not even look at him he was apparently still put him in easy reach of the Shinigami’s wing feathers. Kira glowered at the Shinigami’s back.
“Ryuk, what do you think you’re doing?”
“Nothing.” Ryuk would have said innocently-except the monster couldn’t sound innocent if his lifespan depended on it.
Kira’s angry stare intensified, “I thought you said you wouldn’t pressure me.”
“I’m not. I’m seducing you. That’s completely different.” Ryuk snickered, giving out another of those crowing laughs of his.
The teen felt the heat rising in his face again. He shivered again and his flush deepened in humiliation. He knew that this time his shivering had nothing to do with fear.
“Well you can stop now since I’m not the least bit interested,” Light insisted, though they both knew that was a big fat lie.
The Shinigami turned to regard him fully, no longer pretending to ignore him for the sake of the magazine, and a smirk widened the Shinigami’s black, ever-smiling lips, baring more of those shark-like fangs. “You’re not? Really?” The Shinigami questioned as his eyes trailing to the conspicuous lump in the boy’s pajama pants. “Because it looks to me like your little soldier boy is still standing at attention…”
This time Light actually did throw his pillow at Ryuk’s smirking face. The Shinigami just laughed as the pillow phased right through him and the magazine he’d been holding fell open to yet another page on top of Light’s blue bedspread.
“Wow, Light did you see this? I can’t believe I almost forgot about this-just look at all these famous dead humans that were bottoms. It’s quite fascinating really.”
Light frowned but paged through the magazine, “I’m not so sure about the sources on that article… and I’d rather not follow in the footsteps of your ‘dead humans’ anytime soon.”
“That can be arranged.” Ryuk purred in a near whisper but Light caught it.
“What was that, Ryuk?”
“Just that. I’ll take care of you… if you submit to me-that’s a promise.”
“And do you mean to take care of me or take care of me?” Light asked skeptically and the strangest expression flashed across the monster’s face.
“I guess you’re gonna have to trust me in order to find out, eh Light-o? After all, the surprise is half the fun!”
Light laughed again and if any of his other friends were to hear it they would have worried for his sanity. Ryuk, however, knew better-that that was long gone.
“You don’t have to, of course. But it would be your loss. I could show you pleasure beyond mortal comprehension…”
“I think you’re bragging a little bit there, Ryuk.”
“Is it bragging when it’s true?”
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