Fanfic: Let's All Be Friends Together (Chapter 8)
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CHAPTER 8: Conquered
They weren't quite responsive at first, so he rubbed his body along theirs, pulling them both closer so he was wedged between, his hands unlacing the rather elaborate lingerie Misa had fallen asleep in.
Light stirred awake first and mumbled, "What?"
Then Light seemed to sense something was different and his eyes went wide.
Without stopping his work, L said, "I get as much penetration as I allow, isn't that the deal? Give me an inch or two."
Misa rolled over, smiling mischievously. "Are we going to do him now, Light?"
"Yes, Misa."
They were pressing close on both sides, Misa in front and Light behind, pulling his clothes away. Every bit of exposure made him shiver in anticipation. It was a warm, comforting nest of blankets and tangled limbs and increasingly bare skin on everyone.
The need was urgent and yet lazy, satisfied, a deep knowing that this time there would be true release. He was terribly, terribly erect, arched upward, demanding, and yet all his limbs were languid. He felt as if he might merge blissfully into Light and Misa at any moment.
Passive, he let them roll him onto his side and then gasped as he felt Light's slick finger penetrate him from behind. It was that same incredibly strange feeling mixed with pleasure, the strangeness gradually giving way as the good feelings built up, and more lube was added, and another finger, and a third.
Misa moved to plunge under the covers, but Light stopped her by saying, "Not yet. Wait until I'm in him before sucking."
L had the feeling that they'd planned all this out in advance, like Misa's pseudo-seduction it was an elaborate collection of moves that had been scripted out ahead of time. And now, now, he was entering that dance, his body ready to be played upon and owned, brought to pleasure.
L nibbled on his finger as he felt Light maneuvering behind him, almost at that moment of penetration, a very profound new act. Light's penis was firm and warm, sliding to within his butt-cheeks, nestling against the target where fingers were still working inside, and them the fingers were removed and, almost too suddenly to believe, Light's dick was a little distance inside.
The pressure was wonderful. It felt right there. Light stayed in place, stationary, and Misa completed her act of diving under the covers and her soft, eager mouth was sucking, sucking, just on the tip.
He wanted to be fucked deeply inside, but he resisted giving Light that permission. Instead, he whimpered as Light's two hands each moved to one shaft, one behind to stroke the part of Light's penis that wasn't buried, and one in front to slickly grasp the part of L's penis that Misa wasn't sucking.
The sensations were everywhere. In front, behind, strong sucking and relentless stroking and that hard, stationary penetration putting so much pressure against exactly the right spot.
Thoughts of the past and the future were put aside, and then it was nothing more than two beautiful people servicing him, doing what he wanted, letting his body respond genuinely. More of the heat was building up behind, an urge to be flung down and used furiously. Images of Light taking him overwhelmed his brain as his penis swelled and swelled under Misa's inviting mouth and Light's skilled hand.
"Almost there," Light breathed.
L understood at once. It was going to be together, a mutual climax. Light would hold back until the right moment. L closed his eyes and gave himself completely to it, sensing the building rush, this time not to be denied.
Misa's tongue and her mouth... and he was struggling harder to shove a bit deeper into it as Light stroked, stroked, stroked and it was bringing him there, a blossoming of pleasure, intense bliss expanding outward and the continuing stimulation was almost too much but it was bringing the climax even higher as he released, screaming, letting his voice out with no shame.
And it was beautiful, wonderful, and with a moan Light was coming too, inside, sticky and cozy... L wanted Light, he wanted him.
Misa's mouth removed with a popping sound.
With an embarrassed thrill, L realized he liked the warm rush of slipperiness inside, the intimate feeling of it. Even as Light pulled away and the semen seeped out, L didn't think of it as a mess to be cleaned, a chore. No, it was Light's own sexual essence, evidence of Light's climax, and it felt right that L should have that evidence inside him and smeared on the outside as well.
He felt merged with them, his body put into a state of deep relaxation, almost like meditation. Misa surfaced from under the covers, wiped her lips and kissed him. There was only the slightest taste of himself still on her lips and he didn't mind at all. It mingled with her cherry lip gloss wonderfully.
Light, panting, snuggled close and said, "We've been talking about your resistance. If you're not sure about letting me fuck you all the way, it might help if Misa fucked you first."
L said, "That's what I've been saying all along," before he abruptly understood and added, "Oh! You mean-"
"That's right. Misa, get the strap-on."
Misa said, "Yes, Kira!," and scampered out of the room.
The idea of Misa with a strap-on was fairly intriguing. L knew he needed to see it, even if the procedure never went further, but... it probably would. Anal stimulation did feel incredibly good, and to be fucked by Misa... it was seeming like a better idea with every passing moment.
By the time Misa returned, L was already half-hard again.
She entered the bedroom slowly and dramatically, wearing nothing but it.
It looked surprisingly suitable on her. The harness was made of black, soft cloth and was almost exactly the same shape and contours as a particularly skimpy piece of underwear might be, and the dildo was small, neon-pink, and cute, looking more like a large, stylized thumb than a penis. The dildo was longer than a thumb, though, and wider, but not by a huge margin.
It was certainly smaller than Light's penis, a good intermediate size to be opened up by. L didn't feel at all threatened by it. He only felt a rush of anticipation as he spread his legs and Misa settled on the bed between them, drizzling a generous portion of lube all over the pink dildo and rubbing it around to slick every part of its surface.
He moaned when she penetrated him, and pushed back with his internal muscles, which only made the object slip deeper, satisfyingly deeper, and he thought then that this was what it was like to be fucked, to be well and truly fucked, receiving that kind of internal pleasure that was so different from having his penis stimulated.
L opened up to it, needing a rhythm and getting it, tension flowing through his body, building, and he reached up to catch her swinging breasts, groping them while receiving her deep inside, riding higher and he wanted Light to suck him at the same time but Light was suddenly behind Misa, doing something unseen, making her moan and falter in her thrusts.
Light wrapped his arms around Misa and pulled her away, the dildo withdrawn from L, leaving behind a feeling of not being filled, of that missing internal rubbing.
"I'm in her back end," Light said, "Do you want her front?"
L nodded helplessly, drawn by his instincts close to the rutting pair. Misa was on Light's lap and Light was using muscular arm motions to move Misa's entire body up and down, impaling her repeatedly. L investigated where he couldn't quite see, crouched in front of them, tracing with his fingers, locating the place where the harness split for easy entry of either hole, like a crotch-less panty.
Her vagina was moist and dripping, sucking in L's fingers at the first attempt. He quickly moved to position himself in front of them both, imitating Light's stance so they both could lift up her body between them, and then on the next down-movement Misa settled over them both.
It was a goal, an accomplishment, to sink into Misa all the way, fully seated within her. Moist folds cradled the base of his shaft and he could feel every intimate detail of Light's crotch, from his tight, drawn-up balls to his stiff rod, only separated by a thin wall of internal membrane. It was like feeling someone's dick through a condom.
As Misa was hoisted up again and once more plunged down, there was a feeling of being very close to Light, sharing a woman with him, stretching her together, filling both her holes, making her squirm and squirm and come hard, shuddering between them.
Misa gasped out, "Kira... ah, Kira... L," at her orgasm.
"Fuck him, Misa," Light commanded, "push him onto his back."
L didn't resist. All resistance was gone and he only wanted to be pleasured relentlessly as he fell backwards onto the soft bed, pushed by her, straddled by her.
Light unfastened some snaps on either side of the harness and swept the whole contraption away.
As soon as it was gone, L was being ridden harder than he'd ever been ridden in his life. She was fierce, a tiny Amazon, a temptress, and his hips surged upward, arching his back to meet her thrusts, increasing the intensity.
It wasn't quite enough. There was still an empty feeling inside and Light seemed to know it, or perhaps he'd set it up specifically this way to begin with, and Light, with a glimmer in his eye, said, "Is it okay if I switch from Misa to you?"
L nodded, and then suddenly it was pushing into him, pushing in and in, further than before, settling deeply, filling completely, and it was simply so right, so good, the perfect answer to his craving.
Light was moving, moving inside, harder, thrusting, and L was trapped between the two bodies, enfolded, pleasured in every way, two rhythms beating in a complex harmony, almost losing track of it all as everything, everything was happening and the wave of pleasure was bigger this time, ascending sharply, irresistible.
Every part of him had given in to the moment, to instinct, to slick movements and bodies moving together, warmth punctuated by jolts of heat, and to the feeling of almost having two orgasms at once, one deep inside where Light was working furiously, and another centered in his penis, the more familiar sensation of everything rushing up his shaft and emptying. He finished his climax sobbing and crying out, unaware of whether he'd said gibberish or sensible words.
Moments later, Light was coming too, his face beautiful, haughty, but unguarded, showing everything, surrendering control.
L kissed her. Light was too far back, out of reach, but he wanted to kiss him too. His body was too lazy to move out of position.
Happiness flooded him, overflowing.
I'm in love.
It wasn't as frightening a thought as he would have expected. The two Kiras really were admirable in certain ways. Somehow, it was going to work out. He knew it. Every problem had always yielded to his mind, and this was no exception.
He was limp and exhausted in a good way, lazily allowing them to clean him with warm damp cloths, letting them dress him. He coaxed gentle kisses from both. The battle was over, the path to satisfaction clear. L knew they would fuck him again and again, no more holding back ever again.
He fell asleep between their two bodies, feeling more fulfilled than he had felt in years.
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A/N (Author's Note):
Well, most of this chapter was written while I was very ill and facing a deadline only three days away. I did my best, and then of course there was after-editing, but I fear that perhaps something might be lacking from it because I was so out of it while writing. Or maybe it will be of a different tone than the rest of the work. Hopefully, I've got it fitted in seamlessly.
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