Death Note © Tsugumi Ohba
AN INSURMOUNTABLE FEAT
a gift fic for Blood-Stained-Black-Rabbit
a notable foot fetishist
Light wasn't quite sure how L managed to do it - the last few minutes were a bit blurry, and he wasn't sure if it was due to the water dripping from his hair into his eyes or the tingly feeling in his feet that went straight up to his chest, where his heart raced so fast Usain Bolt wouldn't be able to beat it.
The man had somehow succeeded at getting the world's New, Beloved God Kira to moan and squirm on a rainy rooftop like a little bitch.
It was amazing what a little towel action on bare feet could do to a man who could kill people with just a pen, some paper, and a lot of thought.
"Mm," Light groaned, toes curling in nothing but pure pleasure. "Yes, Daddy, yes!"
"There was a seventy-six percent chance you would find this most pleasing," L told him blankly. His eyes, dark and protruding from his skull in an almost grotesque way, did not cause Light to blanch and vomit on the inside, for once. Instead, the young student found them completely fascinating, absolutely stunning - filled with love, devotion, and worship.
Maybe it was the rain in his eyes, or the pounding of his heart that made him see things. Light shook the thought from his mind; he knew he wasn't hallucinating. One: Gods don't hallucinate. Plebeians did, sure, but not Gods. And Two: who wouldn't look at Kira that way? He was beautiful. Powerful. And his feet were so soft.
"There was also a ninety-eight percent chance you would have a daddy kink," L continued, hands dropping the cloth he'd been using to massage Light's feet and switching to digging his skeletal - but nimble, and talented, and fantastic - fingers into the skin between his toes. "You are quite devoted to Soichiro-san. He is an admirable man, though," he added quickly, noticing the offended heat in Light's eyes at the mention of his father in anything but an appreciative light.
Light relaxed, smiling widely and squealing as L's tongue flicked out to lap at his moderately overgrown toenails. That was so hot!
"There is an eighty-four percent chance you are Kira," L murmured around Light's big toe as he suckled it in his mouth. "Are you Kira?"
Light didn't know how, or why L got a confession out of him that day - that's a lie, he knew exactly how and why L got a confession out of him up there on that rooftop. His lips were chapped and the dry skin cut at the supple skin of Kira's Godly Feet, but the saliva dripping into the Deep Valleys of Warmth and Love were enough of a distraction that soon, Light came in his pants and cried:
"Yes, Daddy, yes!"
A/N: You're welcome, Kaa-san. (。ˇ ⊖ˇ)
