Disclaimer: I don't own DN, I only borrow these characters for personal amusement.
Warning: a steamy shower scene ;)
Author Note: I know L's mean and it's really escalating to the point you can barely talorate it, but let me say this, I promised a few people this story would end happily. I intend on keeping that promise. So please, don't run away on me.
Under the warm blanket, L rolled onto his side to look out the window. It was early morning, most likely around four, and the world looked so miserably dark and grey outside. He thought of the look Matt had given him before stepping into the limo. It gave him an odd feeling, as if he wanted to say something to Kira, but he wasn't quite sure what it was.
Now, a day later, he rolled back over onto his left side, and gazed at the back of Kira's head. Kira had fallen asleep while L had stayed up all night looking over the files of Wammy's students. Apparently, every child had access to the roof, and every child's come and go on the top floor. Matt couldn't remember the exact time or day he found the note, just that he kept it for a little while first, too afraid to turn it in. Lack of information made L antsy. He couldn't work without information. Matt was failing miserably as a possible successor. In fact, L could think of five students who could take his place as third.
"Mm..." L watched as Kira moaned slightly, stretching and rolling over to face L. Kira smiled when his eyes opened to meet his master's. L noted that his pet was happiest when he was close to his master. It was a little annoying, seeing how L was very independent, but at times Kira's adoration was too much, and L gave in.
Like now. Kira scooted closer to L until the tip of their noses touched lightly, and he was still smiling, almost sweetly. L wrapped a strong arm around the pet's thin waist and pulled him closer, kissing his lips softly. "I don't like you sleeping in my bed with me, you know."
Kira frowned, but L smiled, deciding to be generous and removed the hard collar, freeing Kira's neck and revealing the red line that now tainted his neck. L lifted his head and kissed the red line sweetly, causing a shudder to run through his pet's body down to his toes.
Kira returned the smile, cuddling into L's naked, warm chest, laying his head gently down onto his shoulder. L laid the collar on the night stand and let out a breath, blowing a few strands of Kira's red-brown hair, and soaked in the soft touch of Kira's finger tips playing on his torso's skin. If they were lovers, the moment would have been too perfect.
A knock on the door interrupted the serene moment. Watari entered pushing a cart with L's breakfast. Kira, pushed himself up and run a hand through his messy hair. His master pushed the blankets off and got out of the bed. "Thank you, Watari."
The older man nodded courtly, and made his exit after leaving two clean, folded green towels on the corner edge of the bed. Kira watched as his master ate one strawberry, before grabbing a towel and stepping into the bathroom for a morning shower. Not wanting to be left alone, or away from his Master, Kira jumped out of bed following in toe.
L turned the shower knob all the way around, then stepped back as the water sprayed out, warming, and creating steam. As he unbuttoned and stepped out of his pants, he noticed his pet in the door way peering at him shyly.
Kira was still wearing the pants he had purchased for him, but not the shirt, and his bottom lip was tucked in his mouth as his bit down on it shyly. All thoughts L possessed of taking an independent shower flew out the window. He wouldn't mind if Kira wanted to shower together. Smiling softly for encouragement, L held his hand out to his pet. "Care to join me, Kira?"
The pet's eyes seemed light up as he placed his hand in L's, who drew him close again. With their chests pressed up together, Kira initiated another kiss, cheeks blushing. L pushed past his trembling lips to find the wet warmth of Kira's mouth, and took over completely. L forced his hands to drop to Kira's pants, unbuttoning them slowly and letting them drop to the floor followed by white boxers, then shoved him into the shower stepping in behind him.
Kira starred into his Master's dark, black eyes as he was pinned against the shower wall, L reattaching their mouths and pressing his slick, wet body against him. He could feel L's hard erection pressed against his stomach, his toned chest against his own chest, and L's hands holding down his arms as L's mouth drifted to his neck, licking, biting and sucking. He tried to fight the urge to moan, but it just felt too good.
L smirked and stepped back, starring down at his pet that looked positively sexy as he panted under the water splashing over him. Surprisingly, L's own breathing was calm and in control. He reached his hand out, running his fingers down Kira's chest and feeling the smooth skin, then tenderly, he brought his hand back up brushing damp hair from amber eyes before attacking those pale pink lips again.
Kira wrapped his arms loosely around his master, wanting to get closer but feeling like it was impossible. He gasped when his master's leg slipped between his own and rubbed against him.
"It's okay.." L whispered softly, trying to guide his pet. "I'll help you." L grabbed Kira's left leg at the thigh, and attempted to lift it, trying to help and coax the pet into wrapping his legs around L's waist, but Kira's young face turned scarlet, his hands moved to L's chest and tried pushing him away.
L wasn't going to give up. Ignoring protests, he cupped Kira's ass into his hands lifting him up off his feet, forcing him this time to wrap his slick, wet legs around L for fear of falling. L smirked as Kira also wrapped his arms around his neck for extra support. "I knew you'd come around."
Kira responded with a soft, "No, s-stop.."
L paused, then asked, "What if I don't?" He nuzzled Kira's neck, then bit harshly, almost drawing blood on the pulse point. Kira whimpered and squirmed between L and the wall pressed against his back. L only took more pleasure in the movements and continued his assault of his pet's neck.
Kira's voiced wavered, but he stayed sturn as he cried, "Dont. Please dont. Please Master. You said you-" L covered his mouth before he could finish, and let Kira slide his legs down, feet making contact with the shower floor once again. Frustrated, he reached down to the faucet, turning the hot water to cold, and let the pellets of the water beat down on him.
Kira watched as his master closed his eyes, body tense, and breathing deep as if trying to calm himself. Why didn't his master understand? Feeling that overwhelming need to be close, and his arms still around L's neck, Kira pressed their wet bodies together again, and tried to bring what little comfort he could to his master.
Angry, L shoved him away with a quick push on the shoulder, slinging him against the hard shower wall. "Don't bother to touch me." L ignored the pout and somber look from his pet as the younger one shivered under the cold water. L didn't really care how hurt he was. Didn't Kira realize how sexually frustrated he was? How damn special could virginity be?
"Why?" He demanded after a few seconds of nothing but the sound of the shower running over them.
Kira's jaw clenched, and L could tell a few drops of tears were swelling up in the rim of his eyes. He repeated his question. "Why? Do you forget who owns you? Who your master is?" L's voice dropped into a low hiss, asking, "Do you not find me desirable?"
Kira looked shocked and whispered over the heavy water, "You're beautiful Master."
"Then, why?" L practically shouted, frightening him to the point Kira wished he never got into the shower at all. He wanted to make his master happy, not angry, but it seems that's all he managed to do.
Kira whispered softly, "You said that I could keep it. It's all that I have left.."
L looked at the young thing, shivering under the water, drops of water cascading around him. Looking down at his own feet, L shrugged the feeling that was pinching his chest and got out, walking back into the bedroom and wrapping the green towel around his waist. He let himself drop into the chair in front of his computer, and picked up another strawberry, biting into it and savoring the flavor. He barely looked up when Kira emerged from the shower, hair dripping wet, arms folded protectively around his waist as he walked to his towel, wrapping it around his waist.
L glanced at the green tennis ball laying innocently on the floor near the sliding glass door that opened to the balconey. "Why do you love that tennis ball so much?" He asked, honestly wondering, though Kira's response in the bathroom already told him.
Kira looked up at his master confused. "My ball?"
"Yes. At times you cradle it as if it were your child. I wonder, why is that? It's only a ball."
L's pet tried to look nonchalant, and failed miserably as he shrugged and sat on the bed. He glanced around the room avoiding any eye contact, hoping he looked as if he didn't really care at all about it. L watched him knowing fully well why he loved that stupid ball and he hated it. The raven haired detective passed the floor retrieving it. He held it firmly in his hands before bouncing it once, twice, three, four, five times in front of Kira, who watched with glistening eyes as the ball hit the floor, then bounced back into L's hand just to be dropped and bounced again.
"This ball represents something. Doesn't it? What does virginity represent?" The questions were cold, cruel and demanding. Kira would have to answer.
"It's just a ball Master..."
"Oh? Is it?" L stopped bouncing the ball instantly, turned to the door leading to the balcony and opened it. Casually he stepped onto the balcony and waited. It didn't take Kira long to catch on. He jumped from the bed and ran out to L and gazed at him with pleading eyes.
"Please. Master, please, it's.."
"It's what? A ball, that's all. The world makes a million of them just like this." L pulled his arm back, like a pitcher. "You shouldn't mind, if it's just a ball."
"Please... Please don't."
"But you said it was just a ball, Kira." He taunted viciously. "Unless...does it mean something to you? But why would it, if it's just a ball? It's more than a simple ball isn't it, Kira?"
Kira's amber's eyes began swelling with tears again as he looked out the balcony to see nothing but a giant yard and a field outstretched around them. The trees blew with the cold wind on both their naked chests and Kira closed his eyes, knowing they'd show the truth. "No. It's only a ball."
L waited, giving him another chance to save it, but when Kira repeated, "only a ball" he slung his arm forward, sending the ball straight threw the air.
"No!" Kira fell against the railing as he tried to catch it, but it was too late as the tennis ball went sailing threw the air across the field, landing where God only knew. His tears broke lose as his eyes tried to scan the field for the little ball.
L watched disgusted. "When I gave that too you I never meant for it to replace the whole inside of you. You are not allowed that luxury. That ball can't, and wont, ever replace Sayu, you're mother, or you're father. I stripped them away from you Kira. That's Yagami Light's family. You have no family. You, are a murderer. Nothing more, nothing less. Or did you forget that?" L gave a shaky laugh, entertained by Kira's pained and desperate eyes. "As for your virginity...does it make you feel innocent? Does it allow you to pretend you aren't a monster for a little while? Kira, it can only make you feel innocent for so long. The truth is that you are so far from innocent I can't stand to look at you at times." L grabed Kira's chin forcing him to look up into his master's black eyes. "What have I said about tears?" L's thumb stretched out, wiping the drops of salt water streaming down and over Kira's cold, pink cheeks.
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Matt laughed. It was amusing listening to Mello complain about Near. He could scream he hated Near till his lungs bled, but Matt knew better. Mello was only jealous that Near was first and Near was just annoyed with having Mello annoy him all the time. It helped Mello feel better to know he knocked over a card tower, stepped on a robot, or lost a few dice that belonged to Near. Somehow, for Mello a lost or broken toy was the only way he could make Near feel as bad as he did, and Mello's pain stemmed from knowing he would always be second, never becoming L, no matter what efforts he tried, because Near always came in first.
At least that's what Matt figured. He wasn't a psychologist or anything. It's just the little vibe he always got between the two. For Matt, he didn't care for Near either way. The kid was always quite and when he was gaming that came in handy. So he could take or leave Near.
Matt tried to listen to all of Mello's complaining as they sat together at the breakfast table, but when their elbows brushed occasionally, it sent a tingling warmth through out Matt's body. Mello was wearing a complete leather out fit that fit each muscle tightly, and Matt didn't know how long he could control himself. Mello was angry, and Matt found that Mello's eyes held a sexy, fiery glow. Matt watched those eyes as Mello fussed how he didn't want to bunk with Near. Matt, figured Roger thought the two could work out their differences, but what Roger didn't know, was that Mello and Near's hatred was well rooted. You couldn't change them. It was like it was embedded inside their DNA.
"And that card tower is taking up more than half the room! How am I suppose to get to the closet?"
Matt smiled, "Walk around it?"
"There is no way to walk around it. He has a city made of dice right next to it!"
Suddenly Near appeared on the other side of Matt. He took the empty seat, setting down his trey and beginning to twirl his hair. With a soft, stoic voice he spoke to Mello. "All you had to do was ask me to take them down if they inconvenienced you."
"Ask you? You ignore me!"
"That isn't true."
"Then why don't you answer me?"
"Because you annoy me."
Ah, Matt was realizing he really did miss Wammy's. There bickering continued for awhile, amusing Matt, until Mello realized Near had stopped listening and was focusing on eating his cheerios.
Matt shook his head and bit into his sausage biscuit. For the two competing to be L, they were awfully childish and hurtful toward each other, and sometimes he feared that their bickering would escalate. But then again, Matt had learned the current L was cruel and hurtful. Maybe it was a trait they needed to be L. Maybe that was why Roger forced them to share a room together.
Near picked the argument back up, "You could always go room with Matt. I am sure he wouldn't mind."
"There isn't any room. You know he shares a room with Kei. They barely have enough room to breath."
That was true. Kei and Matt shared the tiny room together in perfect harmony. Neither needed a lot of room. If Mello moved in, it would be cramped.
"Fine. Switch places with Matt. Matt can sleep in the room with me, and you can share with Kei." Near offered politely, twirling a strand of white hair around his index finger as he gazed at Matt, obviously intending to get a rise out of Mello who suddenly got fidgety.
Mello argued, "Matt doesn't want to share a room with you."
Matt stopped paying them any attention. Instead he began thinking of Kira, and those dull amber eyes that obeyed every and any command L gave, completely willing. Matt wondered, if L laid a knife out and told him to slit his wrists, if Kira would. It chilled him, but he felt like the so called 'pet' would. But why? It was weird. They were taught that Kira was a murderer, someone who killed even the innocent for his delusional thoughts about becoming God. But if that was Kira why was he so easily pushed around? Matt thought. What if that wasn't Kira? What if L is wrong?
No. L was never wrong.
Or was he? He seemed to be wrong now, didn't he? Just because Kira was a criminal did he deserve to be treated that way? Maybe he derved the chains, like any criminal, but did he deserve the bruises and the scars on his legs? Or the humiliation that L somehow found so amusing?
And what about the criminals Kira killed? He punished them with death, turning himself into a criminal. Now L was punishing Kira for punishing those criminals. Was that not hypocricy? Although L didn't kill Kira, just turned him into a pet, that was wrong too, right? Or no? L said it was Kira's idea, yet that shouldn't matter...or should it?
Damn. Matt was so confused. He didn't know what was right anymore. He groaned getting a headache. All his thoughts evilly sucked the fun out of seeing Mello in his tight leather clothes.
"-thing wrong?"
Matt blinked hearing Mello's soft voice snapping him out of his thoughts. "What Mello?"
"I asked if something was wrong. You've been starring at your biscuit for a while now."
Matt looked up and around him. A few people were gone, as was Near, and Mello's breakfast of eggs and sausage were gone. "I just have a lot on my mind, I guess."
"Like?"
"Oh, I don't know. Just stuff."
Mello gave him a suspicious look. "Does it have something to do with L?"
Matt froze almost instantly. How did Mello discover that so quickly? "What? Why do you ask that?"
"Because I haven't seen you pull out your PSP since you've been back. Not once. Something is on your mind." Mello's voice didn't sound shocked. He added softly, "He's hiding something, isn't he? And you know what it is."
Matt sweated. Damn Mello's IQ. "Dude, what would be hiding from us?" He tried to laugh playfully, as if Mello were being silly.
"I don't know, that's the point. L has always been a little aloof, but, he usually eats breakfast with us when he visits. We're also usually aloud to go in and out of his room as we please, but now he has the entire top floor to himself. He's never done that before. I have a feeling he's hiding something from everyone. Is he working on a new case?"
"Well… Sort of. But I don't know anything about it."
"Yeah right. You just spent time with him at his house." Mello's eyes suddenly lit up like candles on a chocolate birthday cake. "Has he decided? Matt does he know who will succeed him?!" Mello grabbed Matt's stipped sleeve and shook him excitedly. "It's stupid Near isn't it? I can take it, just tell me the truth."
Matt pulled away from Mello's grip. "No. No I don't know anything about that." How could Mello care about that right now when Matt knew Kira was upstairs, just over their heads? Easily, he thought. He doesn't have the burden of knowing. Irritated, Matt asked, "Why do you want to be him so bad anyway? You should be your own person Mello."
Mello looked confused. "Who wouldn't want to be L? He's great. He is never wrong. He fights for justice. He-"
"He's human like the rest of us. He's not great Mello. You're just idolizing him."
"We all idolize him Matt." The blonde's voice dropped to a whisper. Why was Matt acting so funny?
"I got to go. I'll see ya in gym. Okay, Mello?" With that quick sentence Matt and his half eaten sausage biscuit left the cafeteria.