FIC: Tactile (Sensory Deprivation 3/5)
Title: Tactile (Sensory Deprivation 3/5)
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: L/Light
Prompt: 100 (63) - enamored at tamingthemuse; also written for 25. To touch the Devil is to die (~dying from bliss) at 30_angsts; also written for the stagesoflove set: Exploring a relationship through the five senses prompt touch.
Warnings: Slash. Spoilers for the first part of the series.
Rating: Adult.
Summary:
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. I'm not that smart.
A/N: Unbetaed. Also, this is a work of fiction that contains sexual interaction between two male characters. Note the part that says fiction before having hysterics, please. Finally, the five parts of Sensory Deprivation will all be unified in a single story arc spanning the characters growing obsession with each other throughout the series, but I am hoping that each part stands well enough on its own to be a complete story. I'd love to know if you think that I managed it.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
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Previous Parts: Part 1/5, Part 2/5.
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L had never placed much value in the concept of human touch. He was a private person and he rarely indulged in open displays of affection, not even with those whom he felt such an emotion toward. Now, he was hyperconscious of everything that touched his skin.
A glance at the youth handcuffed to him confirmed that Yagami Light seemingly had no such problem. He was laying on his back, a small smile playing on his face as he studied L. "Ryuzaki, you are very quiet all of a sudden."
"Mmm." L grunted, aware that Light was teasing him and not entirely certain that he resented it.
"You were making more noise a few moments ago." Light cheerfully pointed out and L sighed.
"Yes, Light-kun. As were you." He was slightly surprised to see that Light blushed lightly and decided that his best defense was a good offense. "In fact, Light-kun, I dare say you were highly vocal."
Now it was Light's turn to grunt and shift slightly, rattling the chain that kept him bound to L. The weight of the chain seemed to grow, the steel band pressing into the flesh of L's wrist. Perhaps, L mused, it was the complete lack of other clothing that made the manacle so noticeable. When Light turned back to him, eyes blazing, L also considered the possibility that Light's own nudity might be contributing to the sensation.
"Was this a trick of some sort?" Light demanded, suspiciously. "Was this part of some grand scheme? You'll lure me into a false sense of comfort and then spring some sort of trap, which you'll claim proves that I am Kira?"
"Kira would likely think this was a trap." L countered, his large brown eyes searching Light's, as Light loomed over him on the bed.
Light smiled, tightly. "Neither of us believes Kira to be an idiot."
"True." L lifted his free hand to his mouth and bit on the thumb tip for a moment. "It pains me to admit this, Light-kun, but sleeping with my main suspect could not conceivably be a part of my plans." He sat up and leaned back against the wall, the sheet that covered him slipping to rest just above his waist. Light turned enough so that he could continue to glare, but his eyes lost their belligerent look and L was struck again by the fact that, seemingly without reason, Light suddenly believed his own lies that he could not be Kira.
"Kira would sleep with you if he thought it was to his benefit." Light finally admitted, looking away. "Do you suspect that I have insidious plans to lure you into a false sense of comfort and then spring some sort of trap?"
"Should I?" L sighed and Light looked at him, eyes blazing once more.
"No. Because I am not Kira."
An uncomfortable silence settled between them and finally Light scooted back to sit beside L, unconcerned that the sheet slid off him and left him fully exposed. He bent his knees and rested his arms on them and stared at the far wall broodingly. "Now what?"
For a moment, L debated pretending that he did not understand the question. Discarding that idea almost as soon as it occurred, he echoed Light's sigh. "Now, we continue the investigation. If you are not Kira, then we will find him. If you are Kira..." He trailed off.
Light made an exasperated noise. "I meant now what about this?" He waved his hand at the bed. "It was a mistake."
"Yes, it was." L agreed, biting on his thumb again.
"We can both act like it never happened." Light suggested bitterly and L shook his head.
"We cannot undo our actions."
Light's chin jutted out in the expression that L had come to realize meant the younger boy had made up his mind about something. "I'm not sorry."
"Neither am I." L admitted after a long moment of silence. He avoided meeting Light's gaze, wishing irrationally that he could go somewhere and think privately. Regretfully, he'd given up that option the moment he'd clicked the handcuffs into place between them weeks before. The feel of the bed shifting under him made him turn towards Light again.
Light knelt beside him, his expression strangely earnest. Very slowly, he reached up to cup L's cheek and L felt his breath hitch at the contact. Light's hand was warm, his fingers strong and gentle. Tentatively, he traced L's cheekbone, his eyes studying the detective's face. "Tell me to stop if you want me to," Light challenged, his voice shaking slightly.
L opened his mouth to do just that, but a soft groan escaped his lips as Light's fingers traced his ear before burying themselves in L's hair. Instead, to both of their surprise, he shook his head. "Touch me," he ordered.
"Where?" Light asked, moving to straddle L's outstretched legs.
"Everywhere," L gasped before Light leaned forward to kiss him. The younger boy's kiss was more sure now than it had been before, his lips more confident as they traced L's. His breath ghosted across L's face, tickling his neck. Light raised his other hand to cup L's face causing the chain to press between their bodies.
L shifted away from the impersonal metal, wanting to feel more of Light and the other boy obliged him by dropping his hands down to L's shoulders. Strong fingers dug into L's shoulders as Light opened his mouth and pushed his tongue lightly into L's mouth. Gently, he caressed the detective's tongue with his own, their breath's mingling, until L lifted his own hands to Light's waist.
Light shivered at the touch and his reaction reminded L of the younger boy's total abandon earlier. Wanting more of a reaction, L traced his fingers up Light's back and Light broke the kiss to gasp. L marveled in the softness of Light's skin and the obvious strength of the muscles underneath it. Flexing his fingers, he leaned forward and licked the hollow at the base of Light's neck. Light groaned and trailed his hand's down L's chest. Almost tentatively, he brushed his thumbs over L's nipples and it was the detective's turn to gasp.
Part of his brain was screaming at him that the situation was totally out of control, but L ruthlessly ignored it. He knew that he was playing a dangerous game. He knew that no matter what Light said or believed, that the younger boy was Kira. Light's hands dropped lower, brushing over L's stomach, as the younger boy moved so that he could pull the sheet away. Almost as if he could read L's mind, Light paused and looked up. Golden eyes shining with lust, he gave L one last opportunity to stop. "Tell me what you want."
For the first time L could remember, words failed him. Instead he reached up and gently pushed the hair from Light's eyes. Light smiled and dropped his head to take L's erection into his mouth. Gasping at the jolt of pleasure that set his nerves alight, L buried both hands in Light's hair. He didn't know what he wanted. He only knew that he didn't want Light to stop touching him.
On to Part 4/5.
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: L/Light
Prompt: 100 (63) - enamored at tamingthemuse; also written for 25. To touch the Devil is to die (~dying from bliss) at 30_angsts; also written for the stagesoflove set: Exploring a relationship through the five senses prompt touch.
Warnings: Slash. Spoilers for the first part of the series.
Rating: Adult.
Summary:
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. I'm not that smart.
A/N: Unbetaed. Also, this is a work of fiction that contains sexual interaction between two male characters. Note the part that says fiction before having hysterics, please. Finally, the five parts of Sensory Deprivation will all be unified in a single story arc spanning the characters growing obsession with each other throughout the series, but I am hoping that each part stands well enough on its own to be a complete story. I'd love to know if you think that I managed it.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
*************
Previous Parts: Part 1/5, Part 2/5.
*************
L had never placed much value in the concept of human touch. He was a private person and he rarely indulged in open displays of affection, not even with those whom he felt such an emotion toward. Now, he was hyperconscious of everything that touched his skin.
A glance at the youth handcuffed to him confirmed that Yagami Light seemingly had no such problem. He was laying on his back, a small smile playing on his face as he studied L. "Ryuzaki, you are very quiet all of a sudden."
"Mmm." L grunted, aware that Light was teasing him and not entirely certain that he resented it.
"You were making more noise a few moments ago." Light cheerfully pointed out and L sighed.
"Yes, Light-kun. As were you." He was slightly surprised to see that Light blushed lightly and decided that his best defense was a good offense. "In fact, Light-kun, I dare say you were highly vocal."
Now it was Light's turn to grunt and shift slightly, rattling the chain that kept him bound to L. The weight of the chain seemed to grow, the steel band pressing into the flesh of L's wrist. Perhaps, L mused, it was the complete lack of other clothing that made the manacle so noticeable. When Light turned back to him, eyes blazing, L also considered the possibility that Light's own nudity might be contributing to the sensation.
"Was this a trick of some sort?" Light demanded, suspiciously. "Was this part of some grand scheme? You'll lure me into a false sense of comfort and then spring some sort of trap, which you'll claim proves that I am Kira?"
"Kira would likely think this was a trap." L countered, his large brown eyes searching Light's, as Light loomed over him on the bed.
Light smiled, tightly. "Neither of us believes Kira to be an idiot."
"True." L lifted his free hand to his mouth and bit on the thumb tip for a moment. "It pains me to admit this, Light-kun, but sleeping with my main suspect could not conceivably be a part of my plans." He sat up and leaned back against the wall, the sheet that covered him slipping to rest just above his waist. Light turned enough so that he could continue to glare, but his eyes lost their belligerent look and L was struck again by the fact that, seemingly without reason, Light suddenly believed his own lies that he could not be Kira.
"Kira would sleep with you if he thought it was to his benefit." Light finally admitted, looking away. "Do you suspect that I have insidious plans to lure you into a false sense of comfort and then spring some sort of trap?"
"Should I?" L sighed and Light looked at him, eyes blazing once more.
"No. Because I am not Kira."
An uncomfortable silence settled between them and finally Light scooted back to sit beside L, unconcerned that the sheet slid off him and left him fully exposed. He bent his knees and rested his arms on them and stared at the far wall broodingly. "Now what?"
For a moment, L debated pretending that he did not understand the question. Discarding that idea almost as soon as it occurred, he echoed Light's sigh. "Now, we continue the investigation. If you are not Kira, then we will find him. If you are Kira..." He trailed off.
Light made an exasperated noise. "I meant now what about this?" He waved his hand at the bed. "It was a mistake."
"Yes, it was." L agreed, biting on his thumb again.
"We can both act like it never happened." Light suggested bitterly and L shook his head.
"We cannot undo our actions."
Light's chin jutted out in the expression that L had come to realize meant the younger boy had made up his mind about something. "I'm not sorry."
"Neither am I." L admitted after a long moment of silence. He avoided meeting Light's gaze, wishing irrationally that he could go somewhere and think privately. Regretfully, he'd given up that option the moment he'd clicked the handcuffs into place between them weeks before. The feel of the bed shifting under him made him turn towards Light again.
Light knelt beside him, his expression strangely earnest. Very slowly, he reached up to cup L's cheek and L felt his breath hitch at the contact. Light's hand was warm, his fingers strong and gentle. Tentatively, he traced L's cheekbone, his eyes studying the detective's face. "Tell me to stop if you want me to," Light challenged, his voice shaking slightly.
L opened his mouth to do just that, but a soft groan escaped his lips as Light's fingers traced his ear before burying themselves in L's hair. Instead, to both of their surprise, he shook his head. "Touch me," he ordered.
"Where?" Light asked, moving to straddle L's outstretched legs.
"Everywhere," L gasped before Light leaned forward to kiss him. The younger boy's kiss was more sure now than it had been before, his lips more confident as they traced L's. His breath ghosted across L's face, tickling his neck. Light raised his other hand to cup L's face causing the chain to press between their bodies.
L shifted away from the impersonal metal, wanting to feel more of Light and the other boy obliged him by dropping his hands down to L's shoulders. Strong fingers dug into L's shoulders as Light opened his mouth and pushed his tongue lightly into L's mouth. Gently, he caressed the detective's tongue with his own, their breath's mingling, until L lifted his own hands to Light's waist.
Light shivered at the touch and his reaction reminded L of the younger boy's total abandon earlier. Wanting more of a reaction, L traced his fingers up Light's back and Light broke the kiss to gasp. L marveled in the softness of Light's skin and the obvious strength of the muscles underneath it. Flexing his fingers, he leaned forward and licked the hollow at the base of Light's neck. Light groaned and trailed his hand's down L's chest. Almost tentatively, he brushed his thumbs over L's nipples and it was the detective's turn to gasp.
Part of his brain was screaming at him that the situation was totally out of control, but L ruthlessly ignored it. He knew that he was playing a dangerous game. He knew that no matter what Light said or believed, that the younger boy was Kira. Light's hands dropped lower, brushing over L's stomach, as the younger boy moved so that he could pull the sheet away. Almost as if he could read L's mind, Light paused and looked up. Golden eyes shining with lust, he gave L one last opportunity to stop. "Tell me what you want."
For the first time L could remember, words failed him. Instead he reached up and gently pushed the hair from Light's eyes. Light smiled and dropped his head to take L's erection into his mouth. Gasping at the jolt of pleasure that set his nerves alight, L buried both hands in Light's hair. He didn't know what he wanted. He only knew that he didn't want Light to stop touching him.
On to Part 4/5.