Watari sat alone in his small control office, watching everything that was going on downstairs. L was drinking tea again, dropping lump after lump of sugar in with his long slender fingers, not knowing that each one was laced with Viagra.
"God" thought that old Watery guy, "I wish those fingers were pumping up and down my warm, hard dick, baby." Watery felt his penis growing harder by the minute, every tiny object around him reminded him how he wanted to feel L's tiny, white penis deep inside his wrinkled arse. On the screen he saw L turn to talk to Light. The old, horny man watched as L's lips moved to form the words. L lifted his cup of coffee to his mouth with two delicate fingers, sipped, then slowly licked the sugary liquid from his lips. Then suddenly, before the old man had time to unzip his pants, L pulled Light into a tight embrace. His wet tongue slipped quickly into Lights mouth, trying to lick and find any trace of sugar there.
Watery watched, wishing he could have handcuffed himself to the pair so he could get a better view of what was happening. He peered close to the largest screen, clicking to zoom in as far as he could. All around the room downstairs, the cameras moved to focus on the horny pair. Upstairs, Watery stroked his bulging cock, feeling cum splurting all over his fingers. Later he'd make L lick it up… naked.
L reached up and slowly unzipped Light's pants, pulling him hard onto his covered erection. Light's hands massaged every inch of L's body he could reach, kissing and biting at each sexy-white patch of skin and leaving scratch marks deep into his back. L stared up at Light with his panda-like dark eyes "Are you that killer guy who we're pretending to catch so we can have lots of kinky hot sex?"
"Fuck yeh, baby" replied Light as he kissed all down L neck and down his chest. "If I show you my death god will you suck my dick?" By this time Light was kneeling between L's legs, his face right next to L's stimulating feet. He gave them a kiss and felt them twitch beneath his lips. God how he wanted to feel them jammed up his arse hole. His arse was so wide after that time this guy called Roy fucked it he couldn't find a store that sold big enough butt-plugs any more. Even Ryuuku's boney, misshapen cock felt far too small these days. He pulled a piece of the Death Note out of his shirt pocket before flinging it off completely. Now he was at L's mercy.
L looked through his legs at his willing slave and winked one large, dark eye "I could almost call you a sex GOD, baby. When Watery gets round to making that 5 star brothel you can be my private sex-slave. I'm sexier than you, baby"
"No I am, you slut" smirked Light, ripping off L's jeans and stroking the head of his cock with the piece of paper from the death note.