Said the Joker to the Thief

L is a big meanie!

B likes it, though, so it's all good.

L noticed the wrinkled clothing and slight shake in Light's demeanor. He also noticed the huff of breath as it left his lips, the half-lidded glare he gave the detective when he grabbed the coat he had set on the back of the chair and went to leave. He stopped with his hand on the knob, usually perfect posture tilted against the wall beside him, and glanced at the confused faces that stared back at him with worried expressions.

"I think I might have come down with something. I don't feel well…" The brunette said with a weak smile, and he left before his father could offer him a ride.

Light needed time to think. He was absolutely baffled, tugging on his coat at the bus stop and hanging his head as he boarded. Ryuk hovered at his side; other passengers morphing right through the monstrous form beside him, mildly curious at Light's disheveled appearance. He inquired, but the male refused to reply, seeing as they were surrounded by people.

The event had been more than surprising. Not only was it strange that L had someone other than his trusted sidekick Watari in his living space, but he was in what looked like a rubber room, hands tied, covered with scars. Light wondered if L was more than just strange, if, perhaps, his hostage was some kind of sex toy.

That was ridiculous, too, L using another human being for those darker purposes, but Light was having trouble finding an alternative to his theory. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that B had shamelessly taken advantage of his physical need. For some strange reason, the murderer wasn't particularly angry at him for his questionable actions. After all, he seemed just as keen on pleasing him as he did pleasing himself, which was uncharacteristic for a sexual sadist.

If Light was more impressionable, he would have been both horrified and nauseated, but the climax had been wonderful, and he couldn't help but want to sneak into that cramped room and do it again, only without letting the scarred man have as much power. He tossed that thought away; such things were bad to think of, especially for the king of the New World.

Just then, he was torn from his calculating by the buzzing of his phone. The picture that Misa had taken flashed before Light's optics, and his mouth hung open with disbelief. He hadn't given much thought to the red tint in B's eyes until he saw that same color in the picture before him. This stranger in L's clutches had the eyes, which meant that he also knew that something was amiss. After all, if someone as dull-minded as Misa found him out by using the eyes, somebody as manipulative as B didn't need a Shimigami to tell him why he had no numbers. B had to die.

When the rest of the investigation team had left, L immediately went to B's room, finding that the lock had been left undone. His eyes widened with horror and his hand slowly twisted the handle, the button that triggered B's shock color held firmly in his other hand. He let the door swing open completely before he glanced into the room, B lying on his bed and fiddling his thumbs.

"Hello, Lawli." B said in a chipper tone, smiling with battered lips at the detective who scowled back at him dangerously.

"I suppose you already know about my little guest." The murderer purred, swinging his legs from his bed and stooping before his captor with pseudo-obedience.

"What did you do to him?" L asked, holding up the trigger with a threatening air.

"We just had a little bit of fun-" L pressed the button.

Beyond keeled to the floor, muscles stiffening. He let out a guttural grunt, L releasing the button again and B convulsing a few times with the residual electricity. He was twitching on the ground for a while, utterly horrified by the inhumane setting, struggling onto his knees and glaring up at the hunched male. He scowled and pulled himself onto the bed shakily, lying on his side and letting out a labored breath, mind adjusting to the agony that was slowly leaving his battered form.

"What did you do to him?" L asked again, just as calmly as he had before.

"I didn't hurt him, if that's what you're asking. Really, he did more damage than I did." Beyond's words were breathy and labored.

L's thumb hovered over the button for a while, but he turned from him and left, leaving the door wide open. B eyed the doorway with disbelief, standing on rubber legs and staggering into the hallway. L was sitting in his usual seat, stacking sugar cubes in front of him, popping one into his mouth every once in a while. Beyond tilted his head and was totally ignored, so he shuffled unsteadily to the seat he had been in before they were interrupted.

"I never finished telling you about A." B tried, almost tentatively, but L wasn't listening, stacking another bit of sugar from the box beside him.

"You had fallen asleep when you had that cold, and I begged and pleaded to help the nurses take care of you. Of course, Roger finally caved, and I sat by your bed all night. I had fallen asleep changing the rags of cold water when they became too hot, an attempt to bring down your fever, and woke up when I heard noises." He paused, smiling subtly, L still stacking.

"It was A. He had climbed into bed with you and was-" Beyond went stiff again, huffing furiously through his nose because his jaw refused to move, body slackening and twitching in his seat.

L was still stoic, building what looked to be a brick wall with sugar cubes, his unused hand hovering over the button. His cold eyes never once left the thing he was constructing, not even when Beyond growled with intimidating rage. B slipped, more rattled than he had been before, from his seat and circled around the table that separated the two men, stooping at the detective's side.

"If I can't tell you, I'll show you." B was on his knees, under the table, bound hands fidgeting with the button of L's pants.

L refused to acknowledge that he was there, but he didn't press the button, and B took that as an invitation. There were lips on L's growing arousal, and he had to fight the need to press into the contact. A tongue snaked out to meet the gentle sucking, a sugar cube in the detective's hand hovering above the structure he as creating. He cleared his throat to suppress a groan when B's head bobbed downwards, one hand stroking the base, the other pressing against the top of his thigh.

"You're distracting me." L managed to sound uncaring, and B tongued the tip roughly in protest.

The burned man went as low as he could manage, eliciting a choked gasp from the male he was pleasing, humming. Because L was nestled into the back of his throat, he couldn't help the pained whimper that left his tightly clamped lips or the hand that tangled itself in onyx hair. He forced B up, then back down again, the murderer gagging around him and squirming with thrill. His hands left L's arousal and slipped to his own need, swallowing around the shaking male.

"No. Stop." L yanked his head backwards completely and pressed the button under his right hand, Beyond trying his best to muffle a scream.

L held it for longer than he had originally intended, standing and kicking the chair from behind him. He knelt over the convulsing sadist, scowling and tugging at B's pants. When they were past his hips, just low enough for L to reach, he didn't hesitate to thrust into the still convulsing man, who whimpered with agony.

The detective had brought the remote with him, setting it down to thrust into the tight heat again, hunched so that the table didn't interfere with his motions. B was mumbling incoherently, trapped between agony and euphoria, hardly able to distinguish one from the other. His back arched, his lungs tightened, and he pressed against the length that was smashing against his prostate without so much as a thought to his comfort.

"You were - hah! – above the blankets already, and he was very quiet about it. You were the loud one." B was taunting him, pushing into the thrusts that L couldn't stop if he wanted to.

"He pulled your pants down and started stroking-" L pressed the button again, and B went tense, becoming impossibly tight around his tormenter.

L grunted, pausing to savor the almost painful grip around him, and when the murderer went slack again he continued his merciless pounding, moving both of his hands to yank on his hips. B's eyes had closed tightly and he had lost the strength to return the pressure, feeling as though he would burst from the mixing sensations. The electricity was making him hyper-sensitive, the pain was driving him into the darker parts of his mind, and the sheer cruelty that L was showing was like a victory to him.

"When you were… Hard, he… Started sucking… It was – hng – quite shameless." He had recovered enough to continue his speech, loving how reactive L was to the incessant torture.

"He didn't seem to notice… Me until it… Was over- Agh!" L had triggered the shock collar again, half to get him to shut up, half to feel that indescribable tightness again.

They were both close, L surprised at how quickly torturing his captor was bringing him to the brink, B relishing the monster that he had forced out of his idol. L thrusted again a few times, stroking the painfully still form under him, brushing his thumb over the tip, slick with a sticky substance. L shoved into the other male a few times, pressing the button that did nothing for either of their composures, and came into the tightness that surrounded him, pumping B until he climaxed breathlessly against his chest.

"I beat him for it…" The red-eyed man said after a long silence.

"I beat him for touching you."