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(WARNING: bj's in this chappie, y'all)

Light's POV

I wondered where the hell L could have been. My dad had been calling me for the past half hour, trying to get in touch with him. I was getting a little annoyed with L's shenanigans. First he lets me know that he taped me masturbating, then he doesn't delete the tape and stalks off somewhere. If he wasn't so hot, I would be even angrier with him, I was sure.

With that, I figured it was time that I strut my stuff over to his office, knowing that that was where the workaholic probably was. L had given me a key card to get there in case there was an emergency. I wasn't sure what kind of emergency there could have been in the matchmaking world (Miley Cyrus and Liam Hemsworth came to mind, actually, because damn, that was a tragic pairing), but I scanned the card regardless. The little green light came on at the door's handle and I quickly opened it, dashing in and tossing my keys on the nearest desk. This place was so disgustingly cutesy and love-dovey I could have vomited right then.

"L!" I called, growing a little concerned because he seemed nowhere to be found. I checked under his desk, that seeming like a place he could be at the time. Don't ask. I was having a blonde moment. I heard grumbling from a far off room. My heart beat anxiously, thinking that L could have fallen in the shower or hurt himself somehow. I raced to the source of the groaning, my heart in my throat. I almost passed out at what I saw.

L. Naked. In his bed. He was spread out seductively even though he was sleeping. God, was he sexy 24/7?! I wondered what the hell he was doing naked, his clothes haphazardly throw on the floor. I took a step in the room, my cheeks growing heated as I stared at his naked form. His skin looked so soft and silky I just wanted to reach out and touch it. I bit my lip, sitting down quietly on the end of his bed, careful not to wake him, just observing him. I couldn't help myself from scanning my eyes up and down his body, my gaze lingering on his cock. I felt my jeans get tighter, a warmth flooding in my body. I just wanted to touch him. So badly. He was bigger than I would have guessed, even though my dick skills were up to par, and I absentmindedly licked my lips.

I wondered why he was sleeping naked. He hardly slept, let alone did it without clothes on. He seemed like one of those guys who were against ever taking their clothes off. I turned to look around his room, using the observant skills he was famous for. Nothing seemed out of place except for his clothes on the floor and…used tissues. He hardly seemed like the type to just leave tissues wherever they happened to land. I looked as him computer, the object that would tie all of these things together.

My video was still pulled up. The very private video that I had no idea was being taken. Heat shot to my groin as I put the pieces together. L had been getting off to my video. I looked back over to him in shock, but at the same time, feeling having a sense of pride. I was probably the first one that he had ever jerked off to before, considering he didn't seem like that kind of person, and I doubted that an experienced wanker would pass out right after he climaxed. This must have been an interesting evening.

I took off my jacket, setting it on the floor. I decided that a little time spend lying next to an unconscious L wouldn't be a bad thing. Although if he ever found out he would probably kill me, but whatever. That was getting into specifics. I plopped my shoes on the floor, too, rolling up my sleeves to my elbows.

I heard a groan coming from L and I grew panicked, hoping he wasn't waking up. This would have been terribly embarrassing for him (and me). I couldn't help but stare as his eyebrows knitted and he grew restless, rolling a little in the sheets. I tried to hold back touching him because I knew that not only was it extremely inappropriate, but I wasn't supposed to be there, either. A soft murmur left his gracefully long throat, and I felt my trousers tighten just slightly. If I hadn't dreamt of hearing that noise escape his mouth for so long I probably wouldn't have gotten so turned on, but at this point I couldn't control myself.

"H-help…" I heard him whimper and I immediately thought something was wrong. I nudged him in the shoulder a little bit, absentmindedly noticing that he was pretty solid.

"What is it, L?" I asked worriedly.

His hands came up to rub his eyes, his hips rolling as he continued to whimper. I wondered if he was in pain, but then I let my eyes wonder to the part of his body that intrigued me the most, and low and behold, he was as hard as a rock. I almost salivated at the sight.

"Hurts…" he murmured, his eyes beginning to open. Those dark eyes were glistening with an expression that I was used to, and my suspicion was only proven when his legs rubbed together, trying to create some kind of friction for his problem. He seemed to be half awake-half asleep, confused about the boundaries between the two.

"Um," I licked my lips, looking around the room as if that would help. My eyes settled back on him. "What do you want me to do?" I asked, figuring that was all I could do at this point.

"Hnnngghh…touch me," he breathed, his long, black lashes hopping as he blinked rapidly.

I felt a little shockwave go through me, unsure as to what I just heard and if I heard correctly. "C-could you repeat that?" I asked. I just needed to clarify what exactly was going on. My heart jumped nervously in my chest.

"Light," he said breathlessly, body twitching with need. "I said touch me, so touch me," His eyes were fully focused on me now. There was no mistaking what he was asking for and there was no mistaking that look in his eyes. My heart skipped a beat at this opportunity. Finally. Finally I would get to show him everything he had been missing.

He gripped onto my arm as I did the same to his cock. He hissed and his blunt fingernails dug into my forearm. I gave him a few teasing strokes, his skin extremely soft and smooth under my fingertips. His brows furrowed as hot pants came from his parted lips. I gripped him softly, barely touching, almost ghosting over his member rather than actually touching it. I could feel myself getting hard in my jeans just from touching this beautiful boy. L opened his mouth to let out a silent cry, his hand pulling at his own hair, body twitching restlessly.

"More," he panted, his fingernails created little crescent moons on my forearm. I swallowed, listening to L's command and gripping him firmly. He trembled, probably never being touched this way in his life by someone other than himself.

"How's this feel?" I pumped harder and rougher, locking eyes with him. His irises grew even darker with passion, but sparkled with desire. I thought that he would avert his eyes from mine out of embarrassment or something of the like, but he didn't. It made a heated shiver coil downwards. I felt my jeans get painfully tight.

"S-so good," he breathed, his hips beginning to buck upwards to meet my ministrations. "UUghhh," he rumbled deeply in his throat. I wondered how close he was. I let my thumb delve into the slit, massaging the head that was already weeping with pre-cum. He nearly screamed, crying out in pleasure. I took that as a sign to keep going, so I did. I spread the thick, silky substance around the head and down the shaft, lubing him up so that I could move in even more pleasurable ways. I let my fingers travel down his length, lightly cupping his package, pressing the tightening balls into the heels of my palms.

Sweat began to collect on his forehead, his lips glistening with saliva. I wanted to bend down and kiss those full lips, but I wasn't sure if L would have liked that. I knew he wanted me to touch him, but kissing was another thing all together. It was a line that shouldn't be crossed. It meant something personal, emotional, and romantic; something that I was sure L wouldn't have appreciated.

But if he wanted something that was simply lust, I would give him something that was simply lust.

"L," I breathed against his ear, his hot panting hitting my neck. He seemed to be having trouble speaking, the thick, humid air that was filled with passion. "I'm going to lie back," I told him, "I want you to sit right here," I patted my upper shoulders. His eyes were glazed with desire as I lied back next to him. He got up slowly on his knees, just looking at his dripping and engorged member made my dick throb in my pants. I felt myself begin to leak against my trousers, my lack of underwear making my problem quite noticeable.

He straddled my waist, using his knees to slowly crawl upward. I could feel his nervous heartbeat as my curious hands traveled up his thighs. He moved up until his knees were on either side of my head, his swollen cock staring at my face as I stared back at it. I could see the nervousness in L's eyes which were simply replaced by desperation as I continued to just look at him.

L placed his hands on the headboard, practically sitting in my face, breathing hard. This gave me the perfect angle for what I was planning. Without any warning, I took the head of his member in my mouth, sucking the tip earnestly.

"Ahh…!" L gasped, bouncing a little from surprise. I almost smiled at the sound that escaped him and continued doing what I knew he would like.

I let my tongue dip into the small opening on the head, suckling as if I was being paid to do so. He tasted sweet from all the sugar he ate, but still salty, seeing as that was inevitable. It was surprisingly intoxicating. I had never been one to enjoy giving head, but this was turning me on with no end in sight.

L threw his head back, a deep moan escaping his lips. "L-Light…Oh my God," he began to grind his hips downward, making me take in more than just the tip. Although I could have continued teasing him forever, just hearing his pleading enough to get me off, I obliged. I cupped his hips, my fingers trailing into the v-lines of his slender hip bones. I brought his arousal closer, sinking it into my mouth at a slow, steady pace. I heard his nails digging into the headboard, his breathing coming out in shuttering gasps and pants. I drew him in even more, taking him in about halfway. His warm, beating cock vibrated in my mouth with all his moans and pleads, sending satisfying warmth down my throat.

My hands traveled to his soft, surprisingly round ass, pulling him in closer, so much so that he was almost sitting on my face. I relaxed my aching throat, pulling L down until his throbbing head was pulsing in the back of it. I almost got all of his thick length into my mouth, only an inch or two away from fully being devoured. He was so big and thick, I wasn't sure if I could have fit him in. I used my hand to stroke what I couldn't fit and began guiding him into a rhythm, bouncing him up and down to stimulate his dick.

Gripping the headboard, he bounced up and down, skull-fucking me relentlessly. As he continued to ride my mouth, I let my other hand sneak down to my own erection, letting my strained zipper down. I pulled out my cock, not even bothering to pull down my pants down my thighs. I stroked myself in the same rhythm that L was thrusting into my mouth, making me moan at all the sensations I was feeling. L shivered at the tremors traveling up his dick and into his lower stomach. His abdominals tightened, his abs getting even more defined with the flexing. "Hhgnnn," L purred, his facial expressions turning erotic. Fingers from one of his hands slid into my hair, forcing me to take in those extra two inches I didn't get yet. He was lodged into my throat, almost making me gag. I was able to control myself though, having given head before. I had never done it to someone who was so large, but I was able to get used to the feeling.

I let go of his cock, hearing a whimper from him. I smiled to myself as I let my fingertips travel in between his soft thighs, up the back of his dick and brushing my middle finger on the sensitive area between his entrance and his balls. My tongue lapped greedily at his testicles, rolling them in my mouth. "Haaa!" he screamed in ecstasy. L's hips rolled back and forth, teasing the area with my finger while making me hum on his balls. "I'm…c-cumming!"

I listened attentively, wrapping my lips around his erection again. Before I could even give him one more pump with my lips, his hot, thick liquid spurted into my mouth and down my throat. Just the feeling and taste of his cum got me off and I came in my hand, knowing that I ruined the pair of jeans I was wearing. Not that I gave a fuck, cuz this was way better than anything I could have imagined. He continued to bounce on my mouth, milking himself to the fullest. I did the same with my hand.

I couldn't help but look up at L's sensual expressions as he came, his last spurt of cum gushing in my throat, sliding down into my stomach. I swallowed all of his cum, some of it slipping out of my mouth and down between my lips. As L's flaccid dick came of out my mouth, I gave him another long suck to clean him off. Breathing heavily, he slowly crawled off of me, lying next to me. He looked totally drained of all energy, his body still quivering from his intense orgasm. I breathed heavily, licking my lips and running my fingers through my damp hair. I had been trembling from my own cumming.

I didn't bother putting my dick back in my pants and I rolled on my side, facing a stunned L.

"Yagami-san…" he panted.

I felt a little worried at the fact he used my surname rather than my first name and having an honorific to boot. "Yes, L?" I asked, breathing rather harsh myself.

"G-get out," he said softly.

Wait…what?

"What are you—"

"I said get out!" he said a little more forcefully, covering his face with his hands. He curled his legs up, shielding his privates from me.

I was shocked, stunned, amazed. Any of those words would have sufficed. What the hell was his problem? I had just given him the most pleasure he had ever received in his life! Regardless of this sinking feeling in my stomach and the anger boiling up in me, I got up off of his bed, zipping up my pants.

I stomped out of his room wondering what the hell I did wrong.

A/N: hehehe, I hope this satisfied you! I assure you that there will be better lemons in the future! So what do you think L's problem is? What do you think Light will do about it? Let me know! A side-note, almost all of my deathnote stories have reached 100 reviews (this one stuck at 80) so I have decided to write a pervy oneshot for the 100th review I reach on this story which tells me what you want me to write about! Thank you!