Author's note: What's this? A new fic? I'll admit I didn't think I'd be posting anything new on here really, especially with my main fics on permenant hiatus, but I've been looking over some one-shots and shorts I've started and well... I thought I could probably finish off some nice little DN fics again. Shame to let some of these ideas go to waste.
As always, please review!
L knew that there was only one reason why Light would keep him captive. Obsession had run too long within Light's mind, like an infection, at this desperate peak and amidst his success he could crave but one final victory; complete physical domination.
The time in which L had awaited Light's visit had been filled with a sensation that could almost be defined as anticipation, as it manipulated his mind entirely and meant that he could not think or perceive anything other than every crippling moment of the wait. It was not with longing though that he scrabbled at every second and wondered desperately, when, when, it was with a dread unlike anything he had ever known.
Despite all the time he had spent alone, waiting, he still felt unprepared at the moment when Light entered his cell. It was impossible for him to feel otherwise though; he was so aware of being vulnerable and entirely within Light's power. He felt his blood rush through his veins unpleasantly at the sight of his captor.
He noticed immediately that Light had taken the time to remove his tie.
The suit that Light was wearing was new, expensive and tailor-made, L could tell from the cut, the delicate and refined way that it hung upon Light's shoulders. This perfect ensemble was rendered abominable by that one defect though; the loose collar, that one undone button.
Light tried to bring his eyes back to Light's face quickly, so that his momentary focus on the open collar was not noted. He knew that any acknowledgement of the circumstances could only escalate the events. Even so when he had his eyes locked onto Light's unrelenting gaze he knew that Light must recognise his perceptiveness; there was a hideous sense of understanding.
L couldn't help but twitch his fingers against the hard wall and he saw that Light's eyes flickered at the action before returning to L's eyes again, staring corrosively.
'How do you like your accommodation?' Light asked quietly. The question was spoken with neither mirth nor malice, L knew. He perceived all too well that it was simply something Light had settled upon saying as a method of introduction. It would be his captors one brief effort at speech; the vaguest of pretences. Even as Light spoke, his smooth lips forming the words, his eyes didn't register the bland string of words, they just stared at L intently, hungrily.
L knew that he should reply but his mouth felt far to dry and he couldn't find the words. He knew that he should try, that he should be desperately putting forward anything right now to distract Light. Questions, accusations, anything that he would feel obliged to acknowledge and then he would need to throw out something else if Light cut him off quickly, establish a chain.
It was what a captive did in order to prolong their life, talking for as long as possible, keeping the flow going with a, 'wait – wait!' the moment the fixed expression returned to their assailant's eyes or the blade was brought out again.
L knew that there was no chance of being saved now though, all he could do was prolong something which was inevitable; he was entirely in Light's power. His resistance was all he had to cling to and that was a rough desperate struggle.
He didn't speak. He spread out his fingertips against the wall, steadying his stance and waited.
Light waited too, his own body tense, but there was the element of anticipation within his expression, within his twitching fingers and his shuddering, parted lips.
For a long time neither moved and there was no sound within the small cell besides their shallow breathing. Then, prompted by the sudden movement of Light's foot, L broke the stillness and threw himself from the wall, in a terror of getting pinned against it. He tried to push past Light, moving round the room to get behind him, but Light moved fast and grabbed at him when he was at his side, fixing his hands tightly around his arm and reaching out fast –reaching to clutch everywhere and restrain L.
L, with adrenaline pumping through his body and his heart racing painfully, did something he could not remember doing ever in his life. He screamed. A loud, fierce and desperate scream as he fought viscously against Light. He heard it reverberate in the cell and even echo through the vast corridors but he knew no one would answer it.
And he began to hit Light in the face, harder than he had ever even dreamed of hitting him and kicking violently. Light gave little gasps and rasping cries as he fought and managed to get hold of L's arms as he attempted to force him against the wall, to box him in. L jerked his head forward and forced his teeth down hard on Light's arm, running the ridges in and closing his jaws as far as he could.
He could see the pain on Light's face but amidst it was also relish as pulled L's head back by his hair, his nails digging into L's scalp and then along his neck and back. L perceived the blood from his teeth marks, seeping into the material of the expensive shirt before Light succeeded in dragging L against the wall. There he tried pinning down L's legs whilst hitting him across the face, hard so that L shuddered, but L managed to get his own hand free and deliver Light a blow to the jaw.
Light moved to wrestle the arm back down immediately, his teeth exposed as he hissed, blood trailing between the gums. L tried kicking out with his legs, bringing his knees up to jab at Light's abdomen. He managed to get a direct hit in the stomach that was painful enough to give L a momentary advantage.
He kept getting free for a moment, trying to hit out at Light and pull away but then Light would pin him again, shaking him hard against the cell wall. L sensed that Light wanted to overpower him with pure flesh, he didn't seem to have brought restraints and seemed disinterested in using them, he still had his belt though, that would always be a possibility if he desired.
When Light began trying to pull him down onto the ground L managed, once again, to land a hit to the jaw and then scrambled out of Light's hold and tried to get up and away from him. He felt Light's arms grab his legs immediately though, despite his kicking, and pull him fully to the ground.
L screamed again as he felt Light pulling him down but his cry was stifled almost immediately as he felt the pain and discomfort of hitting the hard cell floor with all his weight. Then Light was able to get a good hold on his limbs and L was aware that he was dragging him to the bed.
He struggled fiercely but Light still managed, with a momentary advantage, to throw him onto the bed and get on top of him, pinning him down forcefully.
L did his best to scratch at the back of Light's arms and kick and jerk but Light managed to get him held down pretty securely. Leaning over him he panted with the effort, his soft brown hair falling down over his face, wet with sweat, his eyes narrow and intense.
L could feel that, with Light's full weight pressing down on him, it would be impossible for him to fully get free. His eyes flickered, with alarm, across Light's broad heaving chest and hard curled knuckles. He might be older than Light, even a little taller when he was at his full height, but Light had always been more athletic than himself. In the last few days L hadn't eaten much either, his body felt weak and heavy while Light was in very good health – his tan skin shining and the muscles in his arms and legs defined beneath the fabric.
L wondered whether he might have prepared for this, building up that little bit of extra muscle and upper body strength, his brown eyes gleamed with a sense of achievement as he held L down.
By crushing L's writhing wrists against the wall Light even managed to get him pinned with just one hand. Then he took his free hand carefully to L's throat, curling the fingers across the exposed skin and tilting up L's face with his thumb. It forced L to stare up at him, to feel the other man's breath on his face.
L steadied himself and then spat in Light's face. Light sensed the attack just before it came, closing his eyes to avoid getting L's saliva in his eyes. L hoped that the disgust from the action would be more effective upon Light than simple pain but light wiped his face cleanly and stared back at L with an even gaze.
L might have spat again but he felt Light's fingers tighten once again at his jaw line and was afraid that Light might put his hand over his mouth if he continued, or worse find something to gag him with.
He felt weak and hot beneath Light's body and he let himself stare straight into his face, capturing Light's full, heady attention. He took a short breath and then spoke in low, measured tones.
'Please, don't rape me Light.' The words were so dull and yet so sickeningly poignant, clear in the small cell. It wasn't pleading, it was controlled, but it was quite real. L could see a definite effect on Light, a shifting in his expression. It humiliated him.
'Please, don't rape me Light,' L said again in his measured monotone, so quiet and serious. 'Please, don't rape me Light.'
Light took a long shallow breath, his face twisted by anger, irritation, frustration and discomfort, he leant in, pressing down on L's wrists harder.
'Just…submit to me then,' he whispered, his voice uncertain and edgy. L glowered up at him uncompromisingly however and replied in a venomous tone.
'No.'
The anger that overcame Light was extraordinary. L could sense the nerves he was touching; Light's frustration.
'You can't do that, L,' he shouted, 'what do you expect from me?' He clenched his teeth together and glowered, 'I don't need your permission.'
'Yes you do,' L replied, his eyes fixed on Light. He was beginning to regain control again, clawing himself back from that moment of blind panic into something stable.
'I know what it is exactly you want Light,' he said slowly, 'and it's not something you can just take. It's something that I can only give to you and I won't.' He bared his teeth for a moment, spitefully, and then he continued, quickly, his eyes on Light's maddened ones.
'There's the physicality of it you see; I'll fight with every second and I know you think that's what will be pleasurable but I assure you that it will make things so uncomfortable. You could drug me of course but that would render your conquest quite worthless. You will not want me any less of conscious.'
'In any case though all these factors are irrelevant because I know what you crave is much more than the simple sexual penetration of this body – you want to see it affect me, you want it register in my mind, to get inside my brain. You want it to actually touch me on the inside – but you won't. It's something you can't force on me – I won't give you that option.'
Light panted feverishly as L finished his words, as if each taunt had been a blow. He stared into L's cold black eyes then he threw a hit across his face and gave his own scream. It sounded so very much like L's own that made his heart thud fearfully though he kept his stinging face passive. After Light gave a few little gaps, the after-shock of his cry, and had wiped at his face self-consciously he placed his hand tightly at L's throat and spoke, in a choked rage.
'I Will break you.'
L stared back with his glassy black eyes. Then replied quietly,
'No you won't.'
A/n: Well I hope you like it, please review.