"Ryuzaki," he laughed, "we've barely begun. Don't let your fuse go out now."

How could I possibly keep myself contained? How could I po- "Oh, Light," I moaned. He was jerking me off, but this felt so much better than when I was forced to do it alone. My senses felt enhanced by a thousand times. Every jerking of his hand brought me ten steps closer to exploding on him.

He stopped.

"No, Light!" I begged.

This resulted with a firm squeeze again. "Don't tell seme how to do his job," he warned. "I'm going to make you come inside of me."

I stared up at him. He walked over to my cake and brought it over to me.

"Lube," he said simply. I scooped frosting on my finger and rubbed it around his hole and on my penis.

"Put in your fingers first," he instructed.

I did.

"Now, go!" he exclaimed with such ferocity that I jammed myself into him. He let out a scream of pain. "Not so hard," he hissed. I noticed a trickle of blood sliding its way down his leg.

But I felt no remorse. I only wanted more. I had no idea what was wrong with me. I felt... rabid.

All in one maneuver, Light got me on my back with him sitting on top of me. He rode me. Rode. Me. Never had this happened before. My hands grabbed the legs of the chair behind me so hard I thought my fingers would break. My back arched. Light went faster. Harder. I whimpered. My body was feeling things it had never felt before. I bucked my hips against his rhythm.

"Light, please. Light, please," I whispered repeatedly. I don't know what I was begging him for. I felt tears roll down my cheeks. My body couldn't take the pleasure of it all. Spasms of tingles shot through my body. Is this how Kira kills? Am I going to have a heart attack? I asked myself. I pushed those thoughts away. I didn't want to focus on anything except the pleasure. Or was it agony? It was so good that it was killing me.

Light ran his fingers down my chest, stomach, up his own body and moaned.

"Harder," I whispered.

He got into a position most uncomfortable looking. He leaned back on is arms for support and began to hop on my cock. Every time he crashed down, he let out a noise that begged for it to end, but begged for more.

I smiled. My fuse was longer than he thought.

Or was it?

He shifted balanced and leaned on one arm and rubbed my inner thigh with his free hand, his thumb moving in circular motions. He looked at me in the eyes, his face flushed red. And that was it.

I yelled out, my cock emptying into him. He slowly stood up then fell to his hands and knees from fatigue. Saliva trailed from his mouth to the floor, creating a small puddle.

I couldn't move.

I couldn't breathe.

I couldn't see.

I couldn't think.

My senses failed. I laid there, gasping for breath, blinking the sweat from my eyes.

"My turn," Light whispered weakly.

I nodded and he pulled me up. He bent me over the keyboard of one of the computers, not caring what buttons got pressed.

I felt the same icing being smudged on me. I felt his fingers go in. I shivered madly from fear and need.

He was gentler than I was. I felt him bump against me, finding a sweet spot almost immediately. I moaned. It was a strange mixture of pain and pleasure that I never imagined. Light got more rowdy, going faster and faster. He became more violent and greedy for his own pleasure.

He had me standing up straight soon, sucking my neck and rubbing my cock, getting me hard again. He came inside me and aggressively turned me around. He kissed me and pushed me against a computer, knocking it off the table to the marble floor.

I barely noticed.

We continued giving each other orgasms, making a game out of it. Who could last longest while receiving the most pleasure?

He sucked me, and that was my tick. I came so fast he was caught quite off-guard when his mouth was filled with my semen.

"You like that, Ryuzaki?" he asked. He kissed me with my semen still in his mouth, and passed it into mine. Both our faces were covered in it when he decided he wanted to come again.

I jerked him off. He sat in my arms and I feverishly rubbed, squeezed, caressed him until his breaking point.

Before we knew it, it had been nine hours of sex. We had started at one AM. I didn't want it to stop. Not ever.

I was rubbing his pounding hard-on and he ejaculated into my hands just as the door opened, revealing his father and the rest of the task force, back from vacation.