Before anything, I think this story needs an explanation.
*ahem*
Recently a friend admitted to me that she likes reading hurt/comfort stories in which Light gets raped. How do I react to this statement? By writing this little number, of course....
"What's wrong, Light-kun? You can tell me," The detective curled his toes and reached up to clasp a reassuring arm around the man.
Light tensed at the touch. He couldn't stand to be touched, not since....that night. "It's...nothing, Ryuuzaki. Nothing."
"But you've been avoiding everyone, and you haven't even wanted to play tackle football or do body shots with me since-"
"Forget it Ryuuzaki! I," Light recoiled from his hold, seething. How could he possibly tell him? How?!
"Light..."
"I was raped, okay!" With that the brunette gave a cry, and in a fit of rage ripped his shirt in two as lightning clashed dramatically from the window. "I was deflowered through my anus!" He sank to the carpet, a sobbing and shaking mass.
A pair of gentle arms scooped him from the floor, hands stroking along his spine in a calming fashion and combing through his hair. "Oh Light...I'm so sorry, babycakes."
"I'm so ashamed! How can I call myself a man...even if I'm Kir- I mean the only son of a highly esteemed detective agent?"
The two sat there huddled together for some time, Light's occasional blubbering penetrating the silence.
"...Somehow I knew this day would come."
"What?" Light sniffled, turning to look him and wiping his nose with the back of his hand.
The detective bit at his thumb, heavy-lidded eyes glinting down at him. "Because you're a faggot. Now bind your hands with that shirt and bend over."
THE END.
Wasn't that lovely? :'D
Wait, no...that...that was horrible.
Either way, tell me what you think pls? :3