A/N: Another chapter! Haha. I had a lot of fun writing this one - maybe 'cause it's slightly on the torturous side. Lol. You've been warned? I guess. And, I just wanted to give my thanks to all who've been reviewing and sending encouraging PMs, as well as though who've favorited, alerted, subscribed, etc. Thank youuu.
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Chapter Three: Overcome
Light felt himself being eased against the other detective's form, felt his back slip against his chest and pale arms encircle his waistline. Deliberate, meticulous and delicate, L slipped his hands between the soft folds of the younger detective's white, collared shirt, reaching further towards his muscular stomach and lower chest. The fingers of one hands accidently grazed the subtle folds of muscle that emphasized the brawn of Light's six-packed abdomen – the hard of his chest – and L caressed there, humming a noise of pleasure by the younger man's ear. He took one of Light's nipples between a couple fingers and tenderly squeezed it, snaking his tongue against the other agent's cheek. He kissed his lips gently.
A noise – something between a moan and a cry for mercy – shuddered its way from Light's throat and struck the air. The kiss broke on impulse. Sweat had already begun to dampen his forehead in small, transparent beads, matting down strands of his brown hair. He gasped as the other man grinded his crotch against his bottom, his hands trembling for the sides of the chair. He grasped tightly.
"Ryuzaki-san…"
"Tell me what I want to hear, Light-kun. That's all I ask." The detective watched the young man's face with fixated, slate-gray eyes. His eyes remained somber even when peering into Light's droopy, reddish-brown gaze, watching his soft, parted lips and heaving chest. Such beauty... He fought the desire to kiss him again.
The younger detective only spared a gaze at the other man, bound in a fit of panting, never uttering a response.
He couldn't.
This entire situation was a blur to him.
But, to L, that was no matter.
Drawing his form closer to Light's weary frame growing lax in his arms, L lifted a hand and delicately tugged at the white, collared shirt, beckoning for it to disappear. The young agent locked his eyes on the other man's eerie gaze, thin rivulets of perspiration streaking along his jawline and temples. He was flushing.
"Wha…" he murmured, confounded.
L tugged again. "Take this off, Light-kun."
Uncertainty returned. Never before had he been bound in such an extreme act of love – engulfed in such radical dalliance, and intimacy…Never before. Never with Misa, even. It was all so unexpected; being here with this man – this fellow detective, practically the smartest man on the face of the Earth – someone he had always held some sort of contempt towards, although respect…Now, here he was, making love with him…
Cool flesh touched his bare shoulder.
With a coy sound hiccupping from his throat, Light broke from his thoughts and took a glance at his shoulder.
The sleeve of his shirt was no longer there.
He looked down at the flooring, subconsciously. And there; his shirt paddled around the wheels of his chair, along with his tie, silver watch, his belt...
He looked to L suddenly. "What did -"
The detective smirked. "You were daydreaming." His hands slipped around Light's hips, inching towards two tan-colored buttons and a gray zipper attached to Light's fitting, khaki pants. Slowly, delicately emphasizing - effortlessly – he undid the buttons, and unzipped the zipper. He met Light's eyes. "I undressed you…I did a favor."
Light grew unsure, yet eager, softly biting the flesh of his bottom lip, grasping the edges of his chair. He failed to suppress a moan, shutting his eyes in all senses of desperation. Images in vivid array splayed themselves clearly in his mind, overwhelming him with sensations and desires, hunger and yearning.
It was all surreal.
Light breathed out. "Ryuzaki-san...Stop this," he whispered, struggling to make any hint of solemnity perceivable in the tone of his quaking voice. He tried once more. "…Stop this."
The cool flesh returned, this time against his chest.
The detective's hands.
A palm lay over his heart, the other alongside his side, gently easing him back into the head of his chair. Light surrendered to the icy touch, despite his previously uttered words of objection, and he grew lax in an exhale, elongating his well-built frame. His head fell back. He felt L's eyes on his body, felt that slate-gray gaze soaking up the beauty of his relaxed form.
Then, there was a noise.
Rustling fabric.
Cloth slipped from Light's lower body.
A rush of cool air washed over his bare legs.
He shut his eyes tighter. He would not look down. No. Not yet.
His emotions merged, swirling amid his mind in a confounding merge of pleasure, protest, contempt and anger…It was as if his sinister persona as Kira had fused with his innocent detective. He wanted to win, although he wanted to love L…
Kira's intuition told him to cooperate, but, by all means, win.
It was all so confusing. Overwhelming…
He released such emotion in a groan.
"Ohhh..."
L looked up at him. He was not blind to the young agent's mental distress. He pressed his soft lips against his thigh, breaking the kiss after a moment. "…Don't be so unsure, Light-kun," he assured in a murmur. "Just follow my lead..."
At this, due to instinct, Light forced his eyelids to rise and his reddish-brown gaze to wide. He turned his eyes downward with a small noise of hesitation, His long fingers glided over the subtle bulge of Light's hardening member, thumbing, caressing. The delicate sensation spiked shivers down Light's spine and throughout his entirety, rattling a moan from his throat.
"Uhnnn…"
L paused to strip himself of his usual loose, white tunic, processing to slip his pale legs from his jeans. He met the young man's eyes; bringing licking his lips at the sight of Light's flushed cheeks, beaded forehead, his otherworldly body...
He smiled."Will you obey me...?"
Light felt his heart flutter. "...Obey you?"
"Yes. Will you do what I tell you?"
Light swallowed. He remembered L's words...
"I can't promise that you will not be in some form of pain at one point..."
Was this that point?
L tilted his head. "Light-kun?"
"Okay," Light heard his mouth say. "Yes. I will."
What was he saying?
L gave him a small nod. There was a moment where silence returned and enveloped the both of them, the moment when L turned his eerie gaze from Light to contemplate the near future. What would he do? For a minute, his thumb prodded at his bottom lip. The detective was scheming…Planning, sketching every detail of his method clearly in his mind.
Moments had elapsed.
"Get up from your chair," the detective ordered gently, looking back to Light. "...And lower yourself onto all fours."
Light's eyes widened.
Only then, did the form of pain splay itself clearly in his mind. The form of love.
He knew it now. He knew what was to happen.
And now, it was inevitable.
Refusing to obey L's words would only render Light a coward and give L more of a reason to suspect him as Kira.
There was no turning back. No backing out.
Inescapable.
Light heard himself push out a soft noise of hesitation as he rose from his chair. He managed to suppress all traces of unease from his voice as he knelt down on the cool flooring, arching his back inward, widening his legs. Again, shivers snaked along his frame, causing his arms to quiver and his palms to grow moist against the tiled ground. He braced for a sick combination of pain and pleasure, fearing the unknown and the never-before experienced, yet eagerly awaiting its presence.
He remembered: Win.
He listened to L's chair creak softly as the detective rose from his chair, his bare feet sounding dully against the floor. His hands came against Light's hips, pulling down his underwear. Light shuddered.
"I can tell that you're a novice to this, Light-kun. An amateur...As am I," L's gentle voice whispered. "I trust you will handle it well, though...I will get what I want."
Such confidence…It was frightening.
Light whined. "Ryuzaki-san…I-I've told you. I-I'm not – Ahhh!"
In what seemed to be an instant –in one, convulsive motion – L forced his hardened member through the hole of Light's entrance, puncturing deep within the canal. His hands grasped the younger agent's sides and took a taut hold of his pelvis, groping his inner thigh – touching whatever was within his reach. Light was seduced, instantaneously.
The pain was pleasurous, and even intoxicating.
He felt L begin to pump. Light breathed out, then moaned with each little thrust. "Ohhh…Ohhh...Mmm."
His body quivered beneath the detective's hold - his control - growing moist with perspiration. L leaned himself against Light's bottom and backside with a gentle exhale along his spine, all while murmuring indistinct words of love, pleasure, passion, and desire into the younger agent's flesh...He, too, was seduced. And he, too, wanted to win, but love Light at the same time.
He pumped a little quicker, groaning.
Light's chest heaved. "Ryuzaki…Uhnn…"
A trickle of blood ran down the length of his leg. Pain struck again.
"Th-This method… is ou-outrageous," his voice shook.
L moaned quietly. "Don't make me thrust another time, Light-kun," he breathed. "Admit to me…That's all I want you to do."
Silence. The detective's slate-gray eyes grew somber.
"Admit it, Light-kun!"
"I'm not Kira!"
The detective grasped his sides. Drawing his erection from the young detective's entrance, situating the head of his member at the hole once again, he waited a moment to regain his strength, taking in a deep inhale before thrusting forward, striking the depth of the canal. Light threw his head back and cried out, form shuddering as he felt himself forfeit to the pain. He trembled onto the tile, his torso and stomach meeting the cool floor. His pelvic area and bottom remained elevated, in L's grasp.
He panted. "I-I'm not Kira…I'm not…"
The detective did not hesitate to thrust yet another time, then twice more, each time deliberately striking deep within the younger agent's entrance. And, each time, Light cried a sound – one somewhere between a cry of agony and a groan of utter bliss. Ecstasy pulsed through his veins and his heart raced. He moaned, shutting his eyes.
"Ohhh…Ohhhh…Nnn."
L, too, was breathless. He stopped. "…Say it. You are Kira."
Such malevolence in the detective's voice – it was wicked.
Light shook his head. "…I-I'm not, Ryuzaki-san!" He gasped for a breath. "I'm not."
His lies earned would earn him nothing. Nothing at all, but more pain, although pleasure. Nevertheless, Kira would have to surrender at sometime – somehow, someway – and L would realize that his suspicions had always been correct. But despite the fact that his brink was nearing, Light felt a spark of determination still alive within him. A determination to fight this radical method of "justice," and prevail.
How would he do this? He didn't know.
But, if L discovered his alias as Kira…His life would certainly be imperiled.
For everyone knew the one and only penalty for Kira.
Death.
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