Here Lies Justice
Chapter III: Submission
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One of Light's hands entangled itself in a lock of L's hair, twisting the ebony strands around his forefinger. "Why d'you look so surprised…Ryuzaki? Didn't you…see something like this coming?" He hiccupped.
I truly didn't expect actions this drastic; however, I can still take advantage of the state he's in. Hopefully I can turn the tables…
"Always that…blank stare, eh…Ryuzaki?" Light grinned, grasping L's head between his hands. "I know there're emotions…somewhere in there… I'm gonna make you show me them…"
No…this is going to end badly. Did I slip the right one into his drink? Did I overdose it? What if—
L's thoughts fuzzed out as Light leaned forward and forcefully crushed his lips against L's. This was new—this was not the feeling provided by a spoonful of ice cream, or a slice of cake. This was something foreign pressed to his mouth, and even though a faint taste of strawberry frosting still clung to Light's breath, there were other undertones, things L couldn't define.
The blood pounding frantically in his veins was nothing new—it was almost the same kind of adrenaline that coursed through his body when he had discovered an important lead, or uncovered a vital piece of evidence, or located a suspect.
But there was something different about this, too. It was so close to the "world's greatest detective" type of adrenaline, which was probably why L was enjoying it, probably why he reached up and tangled his fingers in Light's hair and pulled him closer and leaned into the kiss and—
L. Get a hold of yourself and get it together. You are submitting to Kira.
L does not submit to Kira.
"First kiss, Ryuzaki?" Light had pulled away, cocking an eyebrow, a smirk spread across his face.
L's eyes were wide as he uncoiled himself from his crouch, standing up on shaking legs. Warmth crept up the back of his neck and into his face; he wanted to flee, ashamed of how pathetic he must look, but he was rooted to the spot.
Get a hold of yourself. L does not submit to Kira.
"Light-kun." L's voice was shaky as he pushed his chair back, taking a step away from Light. His breathing was erratic. "We… You…have to stop."
"Oh, but Ryuzaki, wasn't this your idea?"
"My calculations did not account for…" L was cut off as Light pounced on him, pinning L to the floor and landing on top of him. Light's hands held L's wrists firmly pressed against the ground as the detective squirmed under him. "Get…off…"
L does not submit to Kira.
L's thought process was grinding to a halt. His instincts kicked in and told him to kick Light in the stomach and run, but he barely had time to react.
The younger man's mouth was hot on L's neck; the detective's hands squeezed shut tightly, desperately seeking something to grab onto. L's nails dug hard into the backs of Light's hands, which were the only things in reach.
Hissing in pain, Light retaliated by dragging his tongue down L's throat and digging his teeth into the detective's collarbone.
"A-Ah!" L cried out, arching his back, squirming beneath Light. "S-Stop it!"
L does not submit to Kira.
"You're holding yourself back, Ryuzaki…" L shuddered as Light's breath tickled his neck.
"You're…not…yourself…" Light smirked at L's staccato breathing. "Don't… You'll…regret it…later…"
Summoning all his strength, L lurched upwards, pushing Light off him. In the same fluid movement, he slammed Light down on his back; the positions were now switched.
"Sexual dominance, Light-kun?" L breathed through gritted teeth. "How…Kira-like…"
"What?" Light snickered softly, staring into the flushed face of the detective above him. "You're saying you want to be on top?"
"On…what? I-I said nothing of the sort!" The twenty-five years of no sexual activity whatsoever were definitely working as a disadvantage to L; every word, every breath, every move was now throwing him off.
"Gotcha." Light seized the chance and flipped L back onto his back, on top once more. "Ryuzaki, how helpless…you are… If just a kiss can break you that easily…I wonder…"
No, no, no… L does not submit to Kira… Get him off. Get him OFF.
Light swiftly pulled off L's white shirt. It dangled limply at L's wrist, unable to be completely removed due to the handcuffs. L shivered, his back now pressed against the cold, tiled kitchen floor.
Light trailed his fingers, feather light, slowly down L's bare stomach, taking pleasure in the tiny gasps L was struggling to hold back. His hand finally came to rest against L's crotch, causing the detective to let out a strangled cry.
"Nngh… Light-kun..."
I need to force some form of a confession out of him quickly, before he does something regrettable…
I didn't plan on the fact that I'm far more inexperienced than he is, and I wasn't counting on his reaction being…like this. Damn you, Yagami Light…
"S-Stop touching me!" L cried, involuntarily thrusting his hips upwards, against Light's. L was completely losing control of himself as heat rushed to every corner of his body, twisting through his head, rushing down his arms and chest, heading down, down…
Make him confess while he's still in a drugged state; otherwise all this will have been for nothing.
"Stop this…nonsense…" L hissed weakly, grabbing a fistful of Light's hair, pulling on it forcefully. "…Kira…"
Light, in his drugged-up state, could still tell that L was losing his resolve and beginning to succumb to pleasure. L could try all he might, but Light would never confess to anything—he wasn't Kira, his memories of being Kira were gone completely, and L's attempts were futile. All the ebony-haired detective needed now was some…convincing.
The sound of a zipper being undone met L's ears—his zipper. Clamping his mouth shut, refusing to give Light any gratification, L squeezed his eyes shut, shuddering as Light snaked his hand into L's pants.
"S-Stop!" L's eyes flew open as he let out a throaty moan. Hearing himself emit such a sound chilled the blood pounding rapidly in his veins for just a moment. But then everything was ablaze once again, and he felt Light's hands on him, felt himself burning at the touch, breath coming in short gasps.
And then Light's mouth was on him, and as the brunette's eyes flicked up for a quick glance at L's face, he saw what he wanted. A hint of pink subtly flushed his still abnormally pale face, slick black hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, and most importantly, Light noticed his eyes: they were wider than usual, their black pits reflecting fear, accompanied by a certain masochistic enjoyment as he begged Light to stop.
"Ah! F-Fuck…" L threw his head back, gritting his teeth, arching his back. As far back as he could remember, L had never touched himself at all; he had no need to, he was perfectly content sitting in front of his computers day and night, sexually dormant. Now everything was out of control; his equilibrium had been completely shattered. L's head was spinning and his fingers were tingling, shivers running down his spine even though everything felt so hot. Suddenly, he wanted nothing more than to reverse the positions—he wanted to win, wanted to make Light hiss and gasp and moan, wanted to show the cocky brunette that he couldn't win that easily…
But his strength had left him, his breathing was ragged, and every touch made him tremble and whimper like a lost puppy.
But L does not submit to Kira…
Light smirked down at the flushed face of the usually completely calm detective below him. This was L without his barriers—without the walls that separated him from humanity, walls that could so easily be broken down to prove that L was human, even though at times he seemed like merely a detached shell. For the first time, he had seen real fear in L's wide, dark eyes, and it sent a feeling of power, of domination, quivering through him. He was better than L, he could control L, L was so human. The face behind the black calligraphic letter on the computer screen was completely mortal—nothing special, merely another human.
Light's thoughts were beginning to reorganize themselves neatly into order; the drug L had slipped him, whatever it had been, was not lasting long. But even as his mind cleared and the haze began to lift, he realized he still wanted this. Not sexual gratification, no; he wanted to be better than L. He wanted to show L that he, Yagami Light, was winning.
Panic seized him for a split second as Light realized he was thinking like Kira. He needed to end this now, needed to completely conquer L in the most primitive of battles before he second-guessed himself out of finishing what he had started.
The look in Light's eyes gave L the chills; normally, L would have completely dismissed it, but now he was completely out of sorts.
Thoughts and feelings were swirling together in a blur of color, panic, and staggered breaths; L found himself in their shared bedroom, but had no idea how he got there. He assumed Light had carried him there, but he didn't remember. His suspicion was rising drastically, percentages increasing to staggeringly large numbers as he fought to escape from the still partially drugged brunette. The true extent of L's exhaustion was taking its toll, leaving him weak and unable to fight back, and he remembered screaming as pain ripped through him. His consciousness was beginning to fade out under the stress of everything that had been built up upon him; his vision was shimmering with pale blotches each time he blinked, as if he had stared at the sun for too long. Despite the exhaustion and the pain and the complete humiliation of letting Kira top him, L remembered a sick sense of enjoyment as he clutched the bed sheets so hard his knuckles turned white, as he uttered feeble "Stop it"s and "Get out"s. His pride and his body were battered as he was completely submerged in this pain he had never been submitted to ever in his life, pain beyond anything he'd ever felt. A mix of English and Japanese drivel was spilling from L's mouth as he weaved in and out of languages, combining words from both into nonsensical sentences, all conveying the same message—get out, stop hurting me, get off of me, I don't want this…Kira…
And, to L, it was Kira; to L, Light was worlds away, and Kira was the one screwing him into the mattress. Kira was the one sending this all-consuming pain shuddering through his pale, bony frame. Kira was dominating him, and L was powerless against him, constricted by the sensations of pain beyond belief mixed with a subtle hint of some sick form of pleasure.
Because he didn't want to believe Light would do something like this.
So, by default, L insisted it was Kira.
And he, L, was completely powerless. L could only clutch the sheets tightly in his trembling hands and grit his teeth, exerting all his energy into keeping himself quiet, hating to give Light the satisfaction of hearing him whimper like a kicked puppy. It must've been just a matter of minutes before the whole ordeal was over, but to L it seemed like days—weeks, maybe as he struggled to keep the scream building up in his throat at bay.
Eventually, he failed.
L remembered hearing another scream—his scream? Light's scream? Both? It was the last thing he remembered before tumbling into blackness, overwhelmed by exhaustion and pleasure and love and hate towards this drugged-up animal he had created.
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L's head was throbbing as he opened his eyes, squinting in the sunlight that spilled through the window. Everything hurt, he felt groggy and disoriented; it was almost as if he was the one who had been drugged. The clock on the bedside table read 5:39. He sat up, wincing, glaring beside him at Yagami Light, who was still asleep.
Pain in the ass…literally…
Well…that
completely backfired.
Light's breathing was deep and even. His mussed hair was splayed messily across his forehead, and one hand was tightly clutching his pillow. He looked so innocent in his sleep—L could hardly believe this was the aggressive man who had robbed him of his virginity the previous night.
Well… It was my fault for drugging him. I didn't quite expect something like that to happen. There is a 79 chance that he will remember what happened last night.
L nibbled his thumbnail sulkily.
Let's just hope for the remaining 21 so we can get back to investigating this case. It seems I will have to use a more conventional method to figure out whether or not Yagami Light is Kira.
Light stirred, relaxing his grip on his pillow as his eyes flickered open. He caught a glimpse of L's vague, blurry outline beside him, and Light blinked to shed his sleepiness and clear his vision. He yawned, stretched out his arms, and propped his up his pillow, leaning back against it.
Light glanced sideways at L again, executing an almost comical double-take as he realized the charcoal-haired detective was shirtless. He averted his eyes once he caught a glimpse of a red mark on L's neck, and the events of the previous night came flooding back to him.
It was then that Light realized his head was throbbing, and the sensation of a sledgehammer repeatedly colliding with his skull overwhelmed his sleepiness as he grunted in pain.
"Good morning, Light-kun," L intoned loudly, standing up stiffly as he tried to ignore the pain in his rear end, a token of his and Light's nighttime encounter. He refused to show Light any weakness, refused to acknowledge his damaged body as well as his damaged pride. He sloppily donned his wrinkled white shirt, paying no mind to his appearance, as usual. Dragging Light behind him, L made his way to the kitchen, walking as fluently as possible.
The white tiled floor was cold against L's feet, refreshing after the waves of heat he had succumbed to the previous night.
Light, stumbling in his half-awake state, wondered whether the detective remembered anything at all from the night before. L seemed to be himself again—calm and collected, nothing like the writhing, sweat-slicked body that had been gasping below him several hours ago. Either L had forgotten everything, or he was feigning obliviousness. Light took a guess at the latter.
"Coffee, Light-kun?" L's voice was faint and scratchy, but he pretended not to notice.
Ignoring the question, Light responded with an inquiry of his own.
"Why did you drug my tea?"
"I was hoping to dilute your caution and awareness in hopes of getting a confession out of you," L responded honestly, gazing steadily up at the ceiling, speaking as calmly as if they were discussing the weather.
"It's useless, along with any other stunts you try to pull," was Light's monotonic reply. A hint of anger clung to his words. "I'm not Kira."
L merely chewed on his nail as silence settled down upon them.
Light, deciding that things couldn't possibly get any worse between them, ventured forward with, "But I wonder if that was really your goal. It's not like L to leave huge holes in his sadistic plots. Perhaps you had…ulterior motives?"
Unfazed, L remained silent, pouring their coffee and bringing the two cups to the table. He retrieved a carton of milk from the fridge and poured it into his cup. The coffee paled into light muddy brown, and he snatched a fistful of pale sugar cubes, dumping them into the mix.
"We should probably erase the footage on the security cameras," L announced calmly, stirring his coffee with a teaspoon. "There are four cameras in this kitchen alone. I don't think things would end well if someone discovered the events of last night, especially if it leaked to the media that L was raped by his Kira suspect, don't you think?"
"C-Cameras?" Light's voice was laced with panic. Rape? Did he actually…? No, of course not; it was L's fault for messing with his tea. Light refused to let the blame rest on him. "And in our room…?"
"No, I requested the removal of the cameras in our room about a week ago," L responded, scooping a sugar cube onto his spoon and placing it in his mouth. "We should be fine as long as we erase the tapes that were recording the things that happened of the kitchen."
He spoke so lightly, sounding completely unconcerned as he resumed the stirring of his coffee. Light remembered the wide, black eyes staring up at him, petrified. Compared to L's present dull, unconcerned gaze, it was as if the L of last night and the L sitting in front of him now were two entirely different Ls, only coincidentally sharing the same tousled black hair and abyssal, glassy eyes.
"All right. So we'll erase the tapes." Feeling relatively relieved, Light settled into his chair more comfortably. After taking a long, slow sip of coffee, he continued, "It's almost six. Let's delete everything now, before the other investigation team members ever come near to having a chance of possibly getting their hands on any footage."
"No," L responded flatly, eyeing the melting sugar cubes in his coffee cup. "I am extremely uncomfortable. I would like to take a shower."
"This is more important than your comfort. And besides…I'm stronger than you." Light didn't know why he said it, but he liked the power that coursed through him as he realized the truth in his words—he was better than L. Hadn't he proved it last night, in his own sick little way?
"No," L replied, keeping his voice low and bored-sounding. "I was just vulnerable, because you didn't play fair. I assure you, I am quite strong."
Light knew that L was recalling the satisfying kicks he had landed directly in Light's face at the beginning of their connected-at-the-wrists ordeal. The detective was strong, despite his appearance.
Then again, Light had punched L across the face a few times as well.
"Shall we go without a fight, then?" L suggested, standing up after spooning one last partially melted sugar cube into his mouth, having drunk none of his coffee.
"Fine." Light mimicked the detective, pushing back his chair and heading towards the bathroom with L.
Light didn't let the guilt of what he had done weigh him down; of course it wasn't his fault. He noted that L was walking differently today, standing up stiffly instead of assuming his usual slouch. The detective's arms were folded over his chest in a manner that looked almost protective, as if he was expecting Light to jump him at any second. It was subtly done, but Light noticed that L was constantly casting quick glances behind him at Light.
Light wondered what emotions were plaguing the older man—fear? Awkwardness? Embarrassment, humiliation? Despite having uneasy body language, L's eyes betrayed nothing.
The brunette shook his head, thinking it completely idiotic to even care. He let himself breathe a calm sigh of relief as he trudged along behind L. Everything would be fine; the security tapes would be erased, and no one would ever know about L's failed plan or Light's drug-induced rape. No one would ever see, and everything would be fine.
But unbeknownst to Light, someone had seen, and L was fully aware of it.
Which was why, as they entered the bathroom, L was not surprised in the least at the ringing of the cell phone in his pocket. He flipped open the phone, clutching it delicately between his thumb and forefinger as he said brightly, "Hello, Watari."
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A/N: OHNOES LIGHT, YOU'Z IN DEEP SHIT. :P
Just picture it: Watari kicking Light's ass. Haha, not seeing it. Oh well.
-guilty face- So yeah, that was the first pr0n scene I've ever written, sorry if it isn't that great; I didn't want to really go for all-out smut (sorry… My morals tell me no (damn morals, I'll conquer them someday)). –sulks-
Supah HUGE thanks to everyone who reviewed the previous chapters! :D Wuvz ya!
Sorry if updating is slow, I'm juggling this along with school, track, soccer, and family stuff, so I apologize in advance. I've been reduced to the point of carrying bits of this fic around with me on a flash drive and plugging it into the school computers and writing when we're supposed to be researching in history… XD
