Author's Note:

A break from my Gravitation fanfic. I needed one, and I wanted to try something very dark, very gothic. Looking to my shelf, I saw the best manga for that. Death Note.

This story takes place in an AU (alternate universe), where there is no Shinigami or anything supernatural like that. Instead, this story is much more of a classic mystery case, with the same characters from the Death Note series. As L and Light battle each other in these matches of wits, they act less like the typical cop chases criminal pair. Instead, they seem to battle for ownership. Who is possessive over whom.

This is a yaoi, with the LightxL pairing.

WARNING: YAOI, DARK, SEXUALLY GRAPHIC THEMES INCLUDING RAPE

I do not own Death Note or any of the Death Note characters.

Chapter I

Hanging in the sky, the pale moon stood guard as a heavenly goddess keeping the mortals below under her constant gaze. The tombstones basking in her glow seemed to shine bright white like the ghosts of bodies now decayed. Death saturated the soil. The black, wrought iron fence that kept people out and other things in looked like a long jaw lined with sharp black teeth. Turning the cemetery into the mouth of a grinning skull, fangs ready to slice anything to ribbons.

Amongst the backdrop of the mausoleum was a landscape of silhouetted trees. Their bare limbs and dark bodies giving them the appearance of bony claws, ready to grab and choke the life out of anything they could get their hands on. A strong breeze rattled the dry branches and the entire woods seemed to come alive for a moment before dying back down as the wind calmed.

However, amongst the trunks, something still moved. Stepping out of the shadows, a crouched figure emerged and approached a tall, weatherworn statue of an angel. L ran his thin fingers over the cold stone and waited for him to appear. Shoving his hands back into his pockets, he began to whistle. Something didn't feel right. Nothing was right about any of this.

Somehow, Kira had managed to get a private message to him; even more impressive was that L had found the piece of paper with the message on it crumbled up inside his pocket. On top of that, Light, Kira Suspect #1, hadn't been to any task force meetings for almost a month. His father said he was seeing less and less of him at home. Then about a week ago, Light completely vanishes. Never returning to school or home or anywhere. He just dropped off the map.

Now he gets a letter from Kira telling him to go to the cemetery for a private meeting. All of this seemed to add up to something. What something? L could only give rational guesses. It is possible that Light took off because he was afraid they were getting close to a piece of hard evidence against him, and that this meeting was a plea bargain. But, L thought that unlikely. Light hated to lose; it would only be more damaging to his pride if he confessed his loss to the victor.

Floating through the air was the sound of metal scraping against dirt. It sounded like someone was digging. It was a cemetery, perhaps the undertaker was out doing some midnight work before morning.

Could it be a trap? That was more likely. L didn't fear for his life, he knew that Light knew that if L was found dead right after Light went missing, the entire country would be sent on a mad man-hunt for him. Kidnapping? What could Light do with L even if he did manage to keep him captive? Almost nothing, other than gain some lost satisfaction.

The sound of digging stopped, and as the wind slowly picked up again and shook the trees, an almost perfect imitation of heavy breathing began. L's huge eyes darted around his surroundings nervously as he began to hear what sounded like footsteps.

Perhaps that was it. L was tracking him down like a rabid dog, getting closer and closer to his trail. Maybe Kira (Light) told L to meet him here other than to gain his pride back through torture and humiliation. He stopped thinking for a moment to readjust a bobby pin he had put in his hair to keep it out of his eyes.

A stick snapped behind him and L quickly spun around. Only to be startled by Light's face. His mouth hung open as he sucked in heavy breaths; his cheek had a smear of filth on it. There was a wild look in his eyes as he wielded a dirty shovel and glared at L.

They both froze there for a moment, unsure of what to do next. L looked down at his shoes, put his thumb against his teeth, and then looked back up at Light. Opening his mouth to say something, he was cut off when Light crashed the shovel against his skull. Falling to the ground, everything began to go black. On his knees, he pressed his hand against his injury and felt thick blood pouring freely from his scalp. Looking at Light one last time, L let the fog capture his mind and he sank into a deep sleep.

Cold. That was something that L could feel. Pain. He could also feel that as the side of his head throbbed and his wrists stung from an unseen injury. Groaning, he tried to sit up, only to be held down by what felt like handcuffs and chains on his arms. Opening his eyes, he found himself surrounded by dirt that went six feet up, and Light's head peering over the side of his hole, staring down at him.

"What are you doing?" L asked, trying to sense his surroundings. His shirt was gone, and he could feel smooth satin rub against his bare back. But above him was a wooden lid connected to whatever box he was in. He knew what had happened; Light had restrained him within a coffin and then lowered into a freshly dug grave.

Jumping into the hole himself, Light knocked a piece of dirt into L's eye. Blinking and squirming to get it out, Light grabbed a hold of his chin and forced his head still, "Shh, it's alright, Dear. Let me get that for you." Using the other hand to hold open L's eye, Light blew gently, removing the dirt.

L coughed violently. The thick scent of alcohol flooded Light's breath, he had been drink and god knows what else. "You can't kill me, Light." L said, "We both know that you can't."

"Know? What the hell do you know?" Light ran his fingers against L's thin chest, "You think you can predict everything. I'm here to show you that you don't know jack shit." Stopping at his nipple, Light pinched the small, pink stub. "For example," Yanking on L's hair, Light forced a painful kiss on him before running his tongue across L's cheek and then biting his ear, "You don't know that I'm about to fuck you."

Glaring at him, L began to thrash and kick. Responding, Light smacked him hard across the face and then began to undo his own belt buckle. Pulling out his half hard dick, Light began to stroke it back and forth between his two fingers. "Suck it and I won't shove it in your ass."

L's only response was to spit on him. Using a long finger, Light wiped the spit off his cheek and forced it back into L's mouth.

"Let's try again. Put this in your mouth like a good bitch and I won't kill you." With a heart breaking expression of helplessness and fear, L stared up at his current master and opened his mouth a little. The second he saw his teeth separate, Light forced himself in the rest of the way. L began to gag and cough, he was going in too deep.

Muffled sounds of 'No,' and 'Stop' only edged Light on more. Running his hands through L's thick black hair, he began to moan as he started to thrust his hips. He pushed in deeper until he could feel himself hitting the back of L's throat. His eyes darted down to L. Streaks of tears stained his face. Choking and crying, L tensed and beat his wrists against the piercing metal handcuffs.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Light asked with a twisted smile on his face, "Is this unpleasant for you?" He laughed at L's attempts to scream through the flesh, "Sir, I can't hear you, you need to speak up." When he felt ready to burst, Light suddenly pulled out. Before L could scream for help, Light forced a rubber ball gag into his mouth. Pulling his head up by the hair, he connected the leather straps behind L's head. Silencing him.

"Despite what I said," Light whispered into his ear, "I'm going to put it in you anyways." L tried to yell again. Only to choke on his own spit. "Do you like that idea, L? Do you?" Reaching down, Light unbuttoned L's jeans, undid the zipper, and then slid them off. Light held one leg down and lifted the other one over his shoulder. Picking up the other leg, he then had both over his shoulder, exposing L's bare ass. Every time L would try to kick, Light would smack him across the face.

"Calm down, this probably only hurt a lot." Using one hand to grip L's throat, Light used the other to keep his prisoner's legs steady. "Unfortunately for you, I have no lotion or anything of that matter, so this could get a little rough." L could feel the tip of Light's penis press against his hole. Struggling, L tensed himself to try to keep it out, clenching his cheeks together hard. Light laughed at this. With one sudden thrust, he forced himself in.

"MMMM! Mmmph, mmph! MMMPH" Trying to scream, L started to cry again, he couldn't help it. He, the greatest detective the world had ever seen, was sobbing hysterically while one mass murder sodomized him. It was a feeling worse that he could imagine. Pain riveted up and down his spine. Tightening his L's throat, Light began to pant and moan. Droplets of sweat from Light's body fell onto L's exposed chest.

Lying down on top of him, continuing to thrust, Light started whispering into his ear. "I know what you're thinking, L" he gave one particularly hard thrust that sent L into another fit of quiet screams, "That I can't kill you. In one way, you're right. After I went missing, if L should up dead, there would be no question of whether or not I was Kira. However, L also has a nasty habit of going into hiding without any notice. So if you were to disappear, without any trace. No struggle, no, blood, hair, nor any other evidence. That is exactly what everyone would think."

Light stopped talking and began to gnaw on L's neck as the ferociousness of his rape intensified. Reverberating off the dirt walls around them, the sound of flesh smacking flesh pounded against their ears. Light ran his tongue over L's torso and nipped at his nipple. L could feel everything that was happening. Every wrinkle of Light's flesh pressed uniquely against L's anal walls. Everything was so agitated and rough, he knew he must have been bleeding by now.

"Think about it L," Light yelled in between painful bites that left L's nipple red and swollen, "This is a graveyard. Do you know how many bodies families bury here? Why would anybody even bother to disturb the dirt of a final resting place? When I'm finished, and seal you in this coffin and place all the dirt back, you will die a slow death and then disappear from the face of the earth. Never to be seen again. No one will ever find you. You will be history."

Screaming once last time as Light pushed in as deep as possible, L could feel him come inside of him. Out of breath, Light gave a small chuckle. Sharp breaths were pulled into L's nostrils as he still struggled to breathe. Slowly, Light pulled out. Sitting up, he looked down at L's pathetic form and laugh; pain had twisted him into something to pity, his face in waves of agony and depression. It made Light giddy.

"Goodbye, Asshole." Standing up, Light stomped on L's crotch and pulled himself out of the whole. Fresh tears of pain slightly blurring his vision, L watched helpless as Light reached down with the shovel and slammed the coffin shut. Hearing the sound of falling dirt beginning to cover the coffin, L set his mind into action.

His time was limited. Once Light finished burying him and left, there would be no one around to help. He had told Watari that he was investigating something, but that was it. Relying on someone to find him in time was impossible. Creaking, the coffin gave testament to the weight of the dirt that Light poured on top of it. Relying on only himself, he had to make a plan.

The dirt stopped and L could hear the soft pad of Light's shoes as he walked across the premature grave and left the area. He was now alone.

He was gagged, more of an inconvenience than an actual problem, though. His hands were handcuffed above his head, and he couldn't pull them down, meaning they were attached to something. Giving little room, the coffin posed an issue with limited maneuverability. However, judging by the smell, the coffin seemed to be made of willow. A softer wood. That could be useful.

No matter what he did, he had to do it quickly. Running out of air was the highest probability. Even now, he must think in only the most direct manner possible. Death was now upon him. With the size of the coffin, it would less than an hour before the oxygen is depleted enough to kill him. If he isn't out in forty-five minutes. He will die.

After Note:

Will L make it? If so, how does he plan to pull it off? Things are looking pretty grim for the great detective. I guess we'll have to find out in the next chapter.

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