For those people who have or are reading 'Messages in a Dysfunctional Workplace' this story is set in a similar time frame as that story and does contain similar elements. This is because I was writing this with Interstella at around the same time, and even sometimes at the same time as I was writing 'Messages in a Dysfunctional Workplace' with Jesus-of-Suburbia2o2o. Do not get me wrong though these stories are vastly different, especially in the portrayals of L. I am once again mainly writing as Light who is also a lot different strangely enough. As you can see by the warning this story is going to be a lot darker and contain a lot more drama than 'Messages in a Dysfunctional Workplace' so if you prefer light stories with a fair bit of humour I would recommend that instead. So for those who are still interested in reading this… enjoy.
Warning this story contains mentions of rape and suicide so if you can't handle that stuff then I wouldn't recommend reading this story.
Light heard the chain jingle again as L moved around restlessly. Ever since they begun to wear the handcuffs Light was sure that L's sugar intake had almost doubled. That wasn't the only thing either as the Kira accusations, while still annoyingly regular had lost their edge. L sighed again, as he shifted in his seat, trying to get more comfortable. Why did Light insist on going to bed every night? Didn't he know that every hour should be a productive one? Sleep was a secondary priority, only to be done when no other choice. Another sigh came as he tried to find some way to easily keep his balance on the squishy surface. An irritated sound came out as he gave up and flopped down on his side, facing away from Light. His body was laid out straight and his arms were crossed in front of him. If Light wanted to sleep, L reserved the right to stop thinking so hard. Light sighed back as the noise finally stopped and he looked up at L, his eyes drowsy and noticed that L's wasn't curled up in his usual ball.
"L, what's up with you? You seem more restless than normal?" Light's tone was casual with the barest hint of annoyance which he hoped L missed. L grumbled something before turning onto his stomach. Turning his head, he looked at Light.
"I am stressed Light-kun," He said, with barely hidden annoyance. He didn't have to bother hiding the annoyance as his eyes squinted into a glare. "This case is taking too long, and sitting like that all the time seems to have made my back ache. Now please, go to sleep so that we may begin to work again sooner." Light rolled his eyes at the response.
"And here I was thinking that it was only normal people who got back aches from sitting the way you do." Knowing he would regret this later Light sat up beside L. "I suppose I can give you a back massage if you want?"
L snorted, "I don't think you would want to do that," He cautioned, but at that moment, a wave of pain hit him and he hissed softly, bringing his own hand back to rub at his back. After another sigh, he let his hand fall. Light let out a soft groan of irritation before he slowly straddled L's back before placing his hands on L's shoulders and beginning to knead the muscles gently at first but less so as he grew more confident.
"You better be grateful about this. Luckily for you though mum used to get frequent back and neck pain so I'm used to doing this," Light said, but more for his sake than L's. L moaned softly, and shook his head.
"As nice as that is, it's not where the pain is," He grumbled, not wanting this, but at the same time, not wanting to not have this. "Like I said, I doubt you'd want to rub my lower back better. Now please, you're making it worse by sitting there." Light was glad L didn't see the flash of slightly sadistic pleasure he felt at L's words that rid him of the pinkness that his ears had turned at L's moan. Lifting himself up Light shuffled down so that he could access the area L wanted better. Trying to pretend his hands weren't quite so low L's back in an attempt to keep his mind focused on the task, kneeling now to keep his weight off L.
"Now is this where the pain is?" Light said wanting to sure. L couldn't help the sound that escaped him. It was a cross between a moan and a gasp. He nodded slightly, not trusting his voice at that moment. He closed his eyes tightly, unconsciously tensing slightly. He'd never had a massage, especially not there. His hands, that were lay by his side, were fisting at the bedclothes. The pinkness was back but Light was relieved that he was actually massaging the right place right now Light continued to work, frowning when he noticed that L had tensed up. "Ryuzaki, relax or this massage will actually do more harm than good," Light advised. L tried to relax, but found it hard. The massage was having an odd effect on him. After a moment, L figured out what it was and his face turned pink.
"Light," he moaned out, "please stop..." even to his ears, it didn't sound convincing.
"Huh? Are you feeling ok Ryuzaki?" Light said, confused by the odd note in L's voice.
"Light, stop please..." L moaned out, "You're..." he cut himself off, shaking his head, "you're turning me on." Those words were said very quietly. Light's hands froze completely then, his face turning a deep shade of red as the words sunk in and Light fell off the bed in his haste to get off L.
"Wha-at?" L was lying, panting slightly.
"You heard me," He grumbled. "Now please, it was your idea to come to bed, I assumed that it was so you can sleep. Please do so, so we can return to work..." He wasn't sure what he was going to do about his little situation, but he turned onto his side, once again facing away from Light. This time, however, he was curled slightly to hide his obvious problem. Feeling incredibly uncomfortable now, Light slowly got back into bed, his back to L also trying his hardest to forget everything that had just happened and fall asleep. He had known he would be regretting his action, but not this much as he mentally hit himself again. How was he supposed to know that they usually stoic detective would suddenly grow hormones? That settled Light drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
L couldn't seem to get rid of his problem. Grumbling slightly, he tossed and turned for the first time he could ever remember. Eventually, he became more than a little angry. Grumbling again, he did something incredibly unlike himself, and hit Light in the chest, even knowing the other was sleeping. Light woke up, blinking before his eyes narrowed as he glared at L.
"Damn it. What is your problem?" Light whispered harshly, knowing that he would likely yell if he tried to speak any louder.
"You are my problem," L growled with a glare. "Why did you go and do that? Now I can't get rid of it!" he was yelling, but somehow, he managed to do it quietly.
"How was I supposed to know that you would react that way?" Light spat back. "I thought that I was helping you out but clearly I was mistaken. Besides those..." Light let out a shudder that he was even talking to L about this. "...Those things generally don't just go away on their own."
"Well I wouldn't know!" L muttered, looking down at his lap with a frown. "Look, just do something about it so I can get some sleep. I would like to return to work tomorrow."
"You have GOT to be kidding me. What the hell am I supposed to do about it?" Light couldn't stop himself from yelling this time as panic tinged his voice.
"How the hell should I know?" L said, "It's your fault, now you do something about it so I can relax!" He shifted uncomfortably, his trousers long since uncomfortable. "What do you do to get rid of this?"
Light choked. "NO! You do something. Haven't you even heard of masturbating AT ALL? Or the reason behind taking cold showers?" Light's voice was incredulous as he moved to the opposite side of the bed to put as much space between himself and L as possible.
"I will not sink so low as to touch myself," L growled out, "If you're not going to help me, then I will bug you until either it goes away or you help me. He turned onto his side facing Light, "It is quite painful." He glared at Light before advancing on him slightly. He stopped then, regarding Light with a strange look on his face. "Hmm... I guess some of my assumptions were incorrect." Light shuddered at the growl before willing himself to speak.
"Wh-What are you talking about?" Light stuttered, moving away from L as fast as he could and as far as he could. L smiled softly, moving closer still. He managed to get close to Light and leaned forward, gently placing his lips against the other's, he pulled away slightly to talk.
"I had assumed that you were interested." Light shivered at the feel of L's lips on his own and his back pressed against the wall behind him.
"Wha...how... why" Light could barely form much less coherent sentences as his mind buzzed. Instead of answering, L just moved closer and kissed him again before pulling away.
"Because you haven't hit me yet," He said with a small smirk, "And because of the way you treat Misa. There's no way you could be straight and not like that kind of attention." At this Light really did hit L. L fell backwards onto the bed, landing on his back and staring at the ceiling. "Okay then," He said softly, staying where he lay. "I take it you don't want to help me." Light shook his head violently and he tried desperately not to think of how nice L's lips felt against his own. L just laid there, his problem obvious for all to see. It had gone down very slightly due to the hit, but the thoughts that were circling in his mind weren't helping. He couldn't help but recall the feeling of Light's lips against his own; even if it was forced. Light meanwhile was still having the same problem.
"Why me?" Light groaned as he legs no longer held the ability to support him and he fell to the ground, his hands buried in his hair.
"Why you what?" L said softly, glancing over at Light with a half raised eyebrow. He sat up and looked at him a little more carefully, crossing his arms.
"Why did you have to rediscover your hormones now that I am chained to you wrist?" Light moaned, "and why did have to me that caused this discovery?"
L shrugged, "I thought you knew," He said simply. "This isn't a new discovery for me. Well..." he gestured at his lap, "That is, but you causing it isn't a surprise. Now, if you're not going to help me, at least go back to sleep so we can work later."
"How the hell am I supposed to sleep now?" Light as incredulously. "It was hard enough before when you woke me and now you just come out and say that it isn't a surprise that I gave you a..." Light waved his helplessly. "How can you just say that?"
"I thought you were smart," L muttered, sitting up and advancing on Light again. He kissed him softly, not forcefully. There was still room for him to back off if he wanted. It was a gentle kiss. No matter that it was the third time that night Light was still felt stunned that L was kissing him. Gasping, Light felt his heart speed up at the tender touching of lips which increased as Light suddenly realised he had unconsciously leant into L. L gasped slightly as he felt Light come closer. What little reprieve he'd had from the hardness in his pants had now come back. He leaned closer still, his hands unconsciously encircling Light, one around his neck, the other on his waist.
"Mmm," Light whimpered as he felt himself relaxing into the embrace and a slow shaky hand came to rest on L's cheek, cupping it loosely. L kissed Light deeper, gently pushing him down onto the bed. His hand that was on Light's waist started to move slightly to slip under Light's shirt. Light breathed in sharply at the feel of the cool hand drifting across his own warm skin. Both of his hands by now had slipped into the masses of L's hair as he began to return the kisses more heatedly than before. Moaning softly into the kiss, L removed the arm that was around Light's neck to join the other under his shirt. He rubbed his fingers over Light's nipples, tweaking them slightly even as he deepened the kiss by thrusting his tongue into Light's mouth. He was completely working on instinct now. Light mewled in pleasure as he felt the mixed sensations of L's hands and tongue. Tilting his head, Light opened his mouth wider to allow L greater access and his hands dug deeper into the raven strands in a vain attempt at getting closer to the other than he already was.
L pulled back slightly so that he could look at Light. He smiled softly, "Seems I was right," He said softly, kissing Light again, "Feel like helping me out now?" He asked with a small smirk, his breath coming out in pants. Also panting from the lack of air, Light smiled seductively.
"I think I might be a bit more open to the idea." Grinning, L leaned forward and kissed Light again, his hands moving down slightly to pull at Light's shirt. He pulled at it and tried to get it off while his other hand continued to moved down and slip beneath the waistband of Light's trousers. Light instinctively attempted to escape the hand now well and truly down his pants and instead distracted himself by slowly unbuttoning the shirt L had been tugging at. L noted this but continued moving. His fingers quickly found Light's member and started to gently rub him through his underwear. He pulled away from the kiss and smiled at him.
"If you want me to stop, tell me." He didn't want this to turn into rape.
"Mhmmm." Light moaned in agreement as he felt fabric rub against his still forming erection slowly. Leaning up Light removed his now open shirt and left it to hang on the chain of the handcuffs, his upper body now completely exposed for L's eyes to see. L leaned forward slowly to start kissing a small trail down Light's neck and chest. He stopped at his nipples to lick and suck slightly before moving even further down. Once he got to the belly-button, he thrust his tongue inside, gently lapping at it. Light shallow pants grew louder and his hands drifted down to shoulders where they encountered the white fabric of L's shirt which Light longed to have removed so that he could feel L's naked skin against his own heated flesh. L moved his fingers slightly faster before pulling back completely. All parts of their body connecting were pulled away as he pulled his shirt over his head, and started to gently pull Light's trousers down. As soon as his pants were removed one of Light's legs lifted to wrap around L's thighs. Dragging L's face up to meet his own, Light kissed him hungrily; desperate to taste and to feel more of the older man. L moaned softly, surprised about the bold move from the other. He leaned into the kiss and started groping him more. He pulled away panting.
"I thought it was you, supposed to be helping me. I'm worse than before."
"Mmmm; it has to get worse before it gets better..." Light said mischievously and his mouth moved down to rest in front of L's neck. "... a lot worse." tilting his head forward he began to run chaste kisses up and down L's neck and as he grew more confident, turned into licks and gentle bites. L tilted his head back, letting Light have more access. He moaned throatily and leaned closer to Light.
"Nnghn," He couldn't help but thrust slightly towards Light. His trousers were still on and all he got was more pain for that. As if sensing L's distress Light smirked and gently pushed on L's shoulders so that L was now the one lying on his back.
"Let me help you with that," Light murmured as his hands caressed L's smooth, white chest and made their way down to the base of L's jeans. Once they were there Light wasted no time undoing them and moved over slightly so that he could pull the jeans as well as whatever was underneath, down L's legs and tossed them on the floor. L lay back, as if in a daze and watched Light work. He smiled softly at him. Things had progressed fast, and Light seemed more than willing now. L couldn't help think that maybe he was going to get more than he bargained for. Crawling on top of L, Light smirked. "So how do you want to get rid of this problem of yours?" L swallowed, now slightly nervous.
"I don't know. How is it usually done?" He asked, with a smirk. Leaning down, Light moved his mouth next to L's ear as if whispering a secret.
"A. dick. up. the. arse." Light said crudely in response to L's smirk. L's eyes widened slightly. Okay, so that made sense. But still...
"Up who's arse!" His voice was squeakier than usual.
"You mean you didn't know?" Floored by L's question, Light couldn't stop the words from pouring out.
L glared slightly, "I'm kind of new to all this!" He pointed out, flushing slightly at the admission. "You're serious? Is that hygienic?"
"Well it isn't the cleanest activity, but with sex in general you have to learn to be a bit flexible with everything." Light moved to sit down beside L watching the older man with barely concealed amusement. L picked up on the amusement.
"What?" He asked, slightly insulted. "It sounds... uncomfortable..." he fidgeted slightly.
"Actually it more than uncomfortable at first and without prep it can be even more so," Light admitted before letting out a frustrated sigh. "It doesn't matter. I'll give you a hand job if it makes you too squeamish and I'll take care of myself later. Unlike you I'm not above getting myself off occasionally."
L squirmed slightly, still flushed, "And what does that entail?" Really, he had no idea. With the name, he could imagine that it had something to do with hands... he looked at Light, thinking. "Teach me." He didn't like not knowing things, "And I'll attempt to repeat the process on you."
"Well it is basically like masturbating, except instead of you getting yourself off I will be using my own hand to get you off." L bit his lip before nodding, giving Light consent to touch him. He wanted to know what to do, how to do it. Grabbing the bottle of lotion of the table, Light coated his hand in the liquid and leaned the hand forward to grasp L's erection firmly. Pumping slowly, he used his thumb to play with L's 'head'. The sound that came from L then was a cross between a startled gasp and a moan. He'd never imagined it could feel like this. Groaning slightly, he opened his eyes (when had they closed?) and looked at Light, pure shock and pleasure in his eyes. Smirking at the expression of pleasure on L's face, Light ignored the precum as he sped up his hand to try and increase the delicious friction that was currently turning L into mush in his hands. L's eyes fluttered closed again as his body jerked, thrusting towards the hand. He was moaning and panting now, having never felt anything like this. He forced his eyes open, wanting to watch Light.
Licking his lips, Light stared right back, scanning for every slight change in expression that L made. Light found it hard to ignore the effect L's moans and pants were having on him and his eyes radiated lust. Unable help himself, he leant down to capture those teasing lips with his own. L's hands, which had previously been fisting the blankets beneath him, rose up to encircle Light's neck, pulling him closer as he responded to the kiss. Even thought they were lip locked, L still managed to moan into Light's mouth, even as he clumsily tried to thrust his tongue inside. Guiding L's tongue into his mouth, he began to suck on it, his own tongue brushing it lazily. Meanwhile his index finger moved to the base and slowly dragged his nail along the vein and up to the sensitive tip. His inexperience catching up with him, L felt a pressure coil in his lower stomach. A brief moan was all the warning he could give before his release came, sending him into a state of euphoria with another, louder moan. Despite the urge to taste L, Light decided that he didn't particularly want the taste of the lotion and as well so grabbed a tissue to wipe his hand.
"There, it seems you no longer have a problem," Light said with the barest hint of irritation. L was panting heavily now, staring at Light as if he'd just grown a new head. His own head was still spinning and his whole body was tingling.
Swallowing, he tried for words, "That was..." he didn't know how to describe it. Wonderful? Excellent? Fantastic? These weren't words that the great L used.
"...An orgasm," Light finished. "Now if you will excuse me I have a problem I have to attend to myself and I would rather that you weren't around to get aroused again or else I will never get to go to sleep." L stared at Light again, really, was it so much to ask to have his brain working again? After a moment, he reached out to pull Light to him, kissing him gently. He wanted to do more, but he seemed to lack the energy.
"If you give me a moment, I may be able to help..." he mumbled quietly, even as he felt the drowsiness set in.
"L, forget it. You're wiped out. Just uncuff me for about 10 minutes and I'll take care of it;" was the blunt response.
L shook his head, "Can't uncuff you. You might be Kira. Could be using this as an excuse..." His eyes slid closed and he could feel sleep coming. Well this was a first.
"Fine then," Light spat back furiously. Grabbing his shirt he shoved it in his mouth to muffle as he began to get himself using his uncuffed hand. Annoyed Light used every trick he knew to try and speed up the process, but it seemed to take a lot longer than usual. Finally he released and wiping his hand off again lay down to try and sleep.
So what did you think of the first chapter? I will try to update this on the days I update 'Messages in a Dysfunctional Workplace' so that should be about once a week considering that this is already written. Next update should be on Sunday.