Author's Notes!
this was the spark of my imagination because of the combination of a bad day, having the song A Little Piece of Heaven by Avenged Sevenfold stuck in my head, and creating a new roleplay character who's a necrophiliac and has an obsession with the dead.
i love BB x L. it's like twincest, only hotter.
yeah, jack loves killers. (i act like Beyond Birthday all the time and my best friend acts like L. even though we're both chicks, it's still hot. xD)
where the hell do you think she got the name? xD
anywho.
and yeah, this story doesn't follow the way L actually dies, for it wouldn't work. it's been changed, obviously. if you're O.C.D. about the ending of Death Note, then don't read this.
WARNING FOR SHIT.
this story is rated mature for a reason.
the sex is implied, not detailed, but its necrophilia all the same. there's killing, not as detailed as i usually make it for this is a short story, but still.
this story is twisted as hell.
i'm a little appalled at myself for writing it.
...
nah. c:
the song fits Beyond Birthday so perfectly. i just couldn't believe it. this idea came to me the night before i wrote it and then boom! i did this entire thing in one night. in less than an hour. i was pretty proud.
anywhoodle, read on if you dare. AND DON'T FUCKING FLAME ME. I WARNED ABOUT THE SICK SHIT IN THIS FIC AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, GTFO BEFORE YOU EVEN READ ONE WORD. kthnx. :3
Disclaimer!
yeah, i don't own Death Note, nor do I own L/Lawliet or Backup/Beyond Birthday. i just like to write about them touching each other. don't sue me, because i swear to god, i cannot afford anything. now read this twisted tale.
xxx
"L?"
before the story begins
it is such a sin
for me to take what's mine
until the end of time
He didn't mean for it to be this way. He really didn't. It just happened. Yeah, that was it.
It just happened.
we were more than friends
before the story ends
and i will take what's mine
create what god would never design
More than friends, that was precisely it. The sex had been going on for so long, Beyond couldn't even remember when it started. He loved L. He knew that. He'd loved him ever since the beginning. He'd do anything for L. Anything. He'd just have to say the word, not that he ever said much…
He just got so excited. So carried away. It wasn't his fault.
our love had been so strong for far too long
i was weak with fear that something would go wrong
before the possibilities came true
i took all possibility from you
Maybe it was because he was struggling. He was fighting back. I mean, damn, Beyond could only tolerate so much. He got carried away. So, so, so carried away…
Beyond told him he loved him. Told him so many times, and L never said it once.
That was all he wanted. Those three words, those three little words. He just wanted to hear them once. 'I love you, Beyond.' Just once. Just…just once.
That was all the wanted.
i almost laughed myself to tears
conjuring his deepest fears
Oh God, did it make him laugh so, so hard.
He was afraid. It only made Beyond want him more; he couldn't control the things he did. He screamed his name and it had no different effect than the screams of pleasure he gave when they fu…made love. That was what it was to Beyond. Making love. He loved L. Now he could keep him forever.
Forever.
must have stabbed him fifty fucking times
i can't believe it
ripped his heart out right before his eyes
Beyond may have gotten carried away, but he loved every minute of it. Every tiny little second was an eternity of pleasure. All that blood, so much blood. He loved L's blood, loved his skin, loved his taste, loved everything about him. With every stab it just got better and better, until he tore L's heart out. Oh, that was the best.
eyes over easy
eat it, eat it, eat it
He told L to eat his heart. He didn't know why. So Beyond ate it instead. Oh well.
he was never this good in bed, even when he was sleeping
now he's just so perfect, i've never been quite so fucking deep in
And now he was so still. So perfect. So pale and silent and cold and hard. So beautiful. And he could keep him like this…
it goes on and on and on
i can keep you looking young and preserved forever
with a fountain to spray on your youth whenever
Forever!
Beyond loved that word. Forever. L always told him it didn't exist but now he proved him otherwise.
"Now we have forever, L! You're mine forever!"
cause i really always knew that my little crime
would be cold that's why i got a heater for your thighs
and i know
i know it's not your time
but bye-bye
and a word to the wise when the fire dies
you think it's over but it's just begun
The sex had never been better.
Beyond really wasn't sure why. It didn't make any sense, he always loved L's warmth and his noises and his movements. But for some reason, now it was just amazing. So cold (though, sometimes he just got too cold and had to be warmed up a little) and hard and still. He never fought back. Never complained about being cut, never screamed in pain (not that Beyond didn't like that). He could do anything to him. He was just so perfect. That was the only word for it. Perfect.
This was why he killed. Why Beyond did the things he did. Because perfection can only be reached in death. That had to be it. L was living proof. Well, not living, but you get the point.
Beyond had never loved him so much.
"I love you, L! So much more! You're perfect, aren't you happy?! Aren't you happy I made you perfect?!"
but baby don't cry
you had my heart
at least for the most part
And then…the silence became deafening.
"Why don't you talk anymore, L?! Scream! Scream for me now!"
But no matter what he did, he never screamed. Never. Not once.
He wasn't sure how long it had been, but his perfect L was now the complete opposite. It wasn't the stench that appalled him, not the decay. It was the silence. It hurt, no matter what he did to him, he would never scream. Never! Not even when he tore his to pieces, not even when he sobbed because of it afterwards and tried to sew him back together.
"Please! L! I need you! Please!"
'cause everybody's gotta die sometime
…but death is only a one-way street. There's no coming back from it, not even for L.
we fell apart
let's make a new start
'cause everybody's gotta die sometime, yeah, yeah
"I'll join you! I have to be with you! I need you!"
Beyond was sick of his tears, sick of the silence. He needed L's movements and his noises, not this silence. Not this coldness. Not anymore.
He clung to L as he bled to death, clinging to the corpse.
"I'll be there soon, L! So soon! Aren't you happy?! Aren't you happy yet?!"
but baby don't cry…
xxx
R and R, guys! hope you enjoy. c:~