If Light was more Kira than I wrote… If he still believed he would be God… This is just an example of how it would have gone instead. An alternate ending to the proper ending, if you will.

This is the first lemon I've ever written and posted, even if it is more of a lime, so I guess you can imagine that I'm scared to death. But, you aren't here to listen to me blather. You're here for smut, and I hope I can deliver. Enjoy. Thank artsfan, because without her I probably wouldn't have written this. :D Oh, yeah. As a minor warning: This is not going to be nice… I guess it would classify as non-con… O.o Lordy, what did I write…?

Alternate Chapter 20: Shattered Mirror

Over the next several days, L was brought regular meals by Light. He never saw anyone else in the house, and was not allowed to leave the room. Light had spoken little, probably assuming that no matter what he said, he would not be able to change L's mind regarding anything. On the fourth or fifth day of being trapped in the room, L finally asked Light quietly, "How long do you plan to keep me here?"

Light looked up, a flicker of surprise in his eyes that L was actually speaking to him. "Until you see that our goal of a peaceful world is the right one." he replied.

L stared at him, then looked down at the bowl of soup he was holding. "Is it truly a peaceful world you want? Or will you try to rule, and kill those in your way, as you did seventeen years ago?"

"I think you know that that's not true." Light said. He watched L set the bowl aside, and continued, "After all, you would not be alive if I were to kill everyone who opposed our goal."

"The great Kira shows mercy?" L asked sarcastically. Light reached out, brushing his fingers against L's face softly. L shifted back, shaking off the touch. "Don't touch me, Light-kun."

Light ignored him, moving closer. L tried to move back, but got tangled in the chain connecting him to the headboard. He cursed silently as he realized that his current predicament didn't leave him much slack to move his arms, or to push Light away.

Light leaned close. "I will just ask you to remember, L. If I wanted to kill you, there are a hundred ways to do it that don't involve Drevan seeing your name. Drevan wishes your death, but has agreed that I may keep you alive. Dangerous or not, I still feel the same about you." He dipped his head, kissing L lightly on the lips.

L struggled against the tangled chain, but couldn't free his trapped arm. There was a look in Light's eyes now that he didn't like. A dark Kira-fire that promised nothing but pain. Light pulled back to stare at L, and smiled wickedly. L didn't like the smile at all.

"Light-kun…" he whispered. Light reached up, cupping L's cheek gently before slapping him harshly. L recoiled, jerking his arms against the chains. Light smiled, leaning to kiss his stinging cheek.

"What's wrong, L?" he murmured. L jerked on the chain, finally freeing the arm twisted up in it and swinging at Light. Light caught his arm, reaching up with his other hand and unlocking the end of the chain from the headboard. He twisted it around the headboard several times before snapping the other cuff around L's free wrist, leaving him with little free range of motion. L lashed out, trying to kick him, but Light straddled his waist and pinned his legs down.

L froze instantly, staring up at the other boy with a suddenly blank expression. "Get off of me."

Light grinned evilly. "No." He reached out with one hand, trailing his fingers down L's neck and chest, and L shivered. He squirmed futilely for a few moments, trying to fight as Light pulled his shirt up over his head to hang from the chains. But it was no use.

Light stared in surprise at the white notebook tucked into the front of L's jeans. "So," he murmured. "You had it." With a wicked smile, he took the notebook, allowing his hand to just brush against L as he pulled it away. L winced, hating him in that moment.

Light, on the other hand, was enjoying himself far too much. "To think… the great L, bound and helpless before me." He ran his fingers down L's stomach, and the detective suppressed a shiver. "All mine." Light murmured. "To do with as I please." He paused. "I am Kira, after all. And to know that I can have L, my only rival and only equal… Delicious." His fingertips drifted up to stroke L's neck, and L whimpered. "From your reactions," Light continued, "I would say that you are a virgin. Appropriate. For the gods were offered virgins, were they not?"

L's wide eyes were answer enough. In two different lifetimes, that was probably one of the only areas that he had no expertise in whatsoever. He stared at Light, unable to stop fear from appearing in his normally unreadable eyes. Light's eyes gleamed, and his fingers trailed back down again, moving to the clasp of L's jeans. He flicked it open, leaning down to press rough, hot kisses up the pale skin of L's neck.

L couldn't stop the moan that escaped his tortured throat. He had never been touched like this, ever… Every touch seemed amplified by a million. Light's lips were hellfire against the sensitive skin, and L was torn between wanting to pull away, knowing it was wrong, or to lean into the blazing feeling.

Light sensed his uncertainty, claiming his lips in a kiss that burned right through L's very soul. Before he knew what had happened, he was kissing back, dueling with Light's tongue in a fight that he wasn't altogether sure he wanted to win. Light finally broke the kiss to breathe, staring down at L with lust in his eyes. L suddenly realized the theme of his mistake, and whispered fearfully, "No, Light-kun… I can't…" Suddenly he was no longer a reincarnation of the greatest detective the world had ever known. He was a scared teenager, unable to fight off his assailant.

"As far as I can see, L…" Light returned, also whispering, "You enjoyed that very much, which is essentially surrender. You're mine, now." His eyes glinted, promising things that L didn't want, and the raven-haired boy shook his head.

"No… I don't want…" Not now, not like this. Not when the boy he wished were here was replaced by the horrible Kira-demon. L continued to shake his head furiously. Light had been silent for a long while, and L hoped that he had reconsidered, that the real Light had come back. But he had no such luck.

Light's lips returned, kissing down his throat before biting at the junction of his neck and shoulder. L gasped sharply, and Light licked the sting of the bite away before moving farther down. His lips moved down L's breastbone, and the detective was wishing furiously that someone, anyone, even Drevan at this point!, would walk in and stop Light. But then a hot mouth closed over his nipple and a sharp cry escaped him. A wicked tongue laved at the small nub, and L writhed, trying to get away with nowhere to go.

"Light-kun, stop!"

He was ignored, as Light continued to kiss down his stomach, reaching the unsnapped waistband of L's jeans. L tensed, his eyes wide. Light paused to look up at him, and L knew that the other was relishing the fear in his obsidian eyes. He struggled to swallow the whimpers trying to force their way out of his throat, succeeding to a point. The only sound that escaped was a keening whine, almost too low to be heard. Light reached for L's jeans, pulling the rough material down and off. Boxers followed, and L tried to curl up and get away, forgetting that Light was still sitting on his legs.

Light leaned up, kissing him again, but L didn't respond this time. He let the other do what he would, silent tears beginning to form in his eyes. He didn't want this, but Light wasn't going to stop. It was going to hurt… Light began to kiss down his body again, moving down the soft skin of his stomach to hover over the erection L unwillingly had. His traitorous body betrayed him, reacting to Light's touch when L wanted nothing more than for everything to stop. Light smirked up at L before licking a single long line up the curve of L's erection. L couldn't stop the shriek, squirming futilely to get away from this murderer and the hateful pleasure he offered. Tears were finally free to track down his face, and he was beyond caring if Light saw.

Light sat up, reaching up to wipe the tears away with his thumb. "What's the matter, L?" he asked, a low tone of satisfaction beneath his words. He wondered, wickedly, if he forced the moment to its' crisis, would he see L shatter beneath him? The detective he had never been able to defeat, it had taken death to overcome him, broken because of a few simple touches? Light wondered, and smiled.

L took a shuddering breath. "Light-kun, please stop…" he whispered, not caring if he was begging. "Please…"

"Not now." Light replied. "It's too late for that." His hand moved to L's member, rolling his thumb over the head before beginning a slow rhythm. Yes, L was definitely a virgin. He responded far too easily to touch.

L clenched his eyes shut, fists curled tightly around the chains trapping him to the headboard as he fought not to make a sound. Pleasure ran through his veins like an electric current, but he bit his tongue to stifle the moans. He wouldn't give Light the satisfaction.

Light grinned, putting his own fingers in his mouth and sucking on them, watching with lust-filled eyes as L squirmed and tried to stay silent. He shifted, taking his hand off the other's shaft briefly to move his legs to a better position. Then he returned to his leisurely stroking, certain that L was unable to resist by now. He must be half-numb with pleasure. He took his fingers out of his mouth, letting the saliva-coated digits brush down to tease L's entrance. The detective stiffened, but bit furiously on his lip to contain all sound, drawing blood. Light laughed, leaning up to lick the small trickle of blood away as he pressed three fingers into L's entrance without waiting.

L screamed then. There was so much pain; it felt like he was being ripped in two. Light ignored the sounds of distress, pressing farther, searching for L's pleasure center. L began to sob, unable to hold it back anymore, his breath coming in shallow, tortured pants. Everything hurt so badly. The pain was blinding; he couldn't even feel Light's hand on his erection anymore. Light's fingers twisted, searching, and L felt them brush something that made him see stars. Somehow it made the pain fade away. He tried weakly to squirm away, knowing that it was something more that he did not want, but Light pinned L's legs with his knees, making sure to press that spot again. L went limp, an overwhelming feeling coursing through him, but sobbing all the same. This was wrong!

He couldn't resist, however, when Light's mouth descended back to his needy erection. The auburn-haired boy was talented, and even if L didn't want it he was forced to sit back and succumb. Fire coiled in his stomach, and when he thought he would be able to bear it no longer, he released with a choked sob.

Light had pulled back so as not to gag, and smiled down at the shaking, crying wreck he had made of L. After pulling his fingers out, he unhooked one of L's wrists, righting the chain back to how it had been originally, and lifted the sobbing detective into his arms. He cradled L gently, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I love you, L."

L stiffened at the words, and blindly began to flail, struggling out of Light's arms. "Get out! Get away from me, Kira!" Light stepped back out of reach, and L turned away, curling up into his usual position. "Go! If that was love, I do not want your love! Leave me alone!"

Light stooped, picking up the white notebook and retreating from the room. L buried his face in his knees and cried.

xXx

Downstairs, Light walked into the kitchen and set the white notebook on the table in front of Drevan. Drevan raised an eyebrow, and all Light said in way of explanation was, "L had it."

Drevan nodded. "He hates you, yes?"

"Probably. I've ruined it now. He'll never listen to us."

"It'll all work out. The easiest way would be to allow me to see his name. Then the problems would be gone." Drevan said easily, adopting a convincing tone of voice. Light nodded slowly.

"Yeah… That would end this much quicker."

"Right…" Drevan agreed. "One step closer to the world we all hope for." Light was nodding quickly in agreement, and Drevan smiled. "Do me a favor. Go tell Emi that I need to speak with her regarding plans for tomorrow." Light nodded, going in search of the other resident of the house, and Drevan bit back a laugh. Kira was eating up Light's soul, and when that process was complete, he would be blind again to reason. This silly emotion he held for L would be erased, and he would not protest what Drevan was about to do.

He picked up his red notebook, heading for the stairs. "Oh, L…"

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In which L is murdered, Light loses, Drevan wins, and the world comes to an end. WTF did I just write? This is not my ending!

So, my first attempt at a real, posted lemon. O.o That was… difficult, at some parts. Probably OOC, too. Happy, artsfan? (wry smile) I tried, my dear. I really did! But now you see why he couldn't molest poor L in the original, even with the intent to be nice instead. If he had, he would have found the notebook L had.

Thanks to all the readers of From One Life to Another, and I'll assure you that the real ending is much, much better!

Li

PS: I think this is longer than the actual chapter 20. Damn…