Author's note: Second update today, I know! All of the really kind reviews and A SECOND STORY FAVORITE really made me want to crank another chapter out. You guys are great. WARNING- this is a sexy chapter. There is sexy talk and naughty behavior. Don't like, don't read- but for those of you that do, enjoy! :D
The two enemies of human happiness are pain and boredom.
Light Yagami sat in his beautifully appointed office, an irrepressible smile on his face for the first time in quite a long time. Light streamed in from behind him through floor to ceiling windows that gave him stunning city views. If he were to have looked out of his windows at that moment, he would have even been able to see children playing in the park forty-seven stories below- a rare occurrence in a town almost perpetually deluged with rain.
Light, however, did not care. Light did not give one single fuck at that moment, not about the children playing in the park, nor about anything occurring in his lovely high-rise office.
He was being challenged.
It wasn't "challenge" in the sense of a battle between two opponents; it was a challenge which he relished, which he'd craved for ages but had been unable to find in his string of consistently beautiful but mentally deficient lovers.
He had found someone capable of not just keeping up with him, but someone who could even force him to struggle, to really have to think, in order to carry the thread of conversation. He was being challenged to use his mind outside of work for the first time since law school, and he just couldn't get enough- he had never even dared to hope that his foray into the world of this sort of online dating would be even close to this successful.
When he first joined the website, he'd expected to use it to find some blithe, submissive, relatively attractive young man who suited his sexual preferences well enough. He expected that they would have worked out some sort of arrangement, and that would be it; all surface interaction, nothing really stimulating, nothing that would free him of his boredom.
But then he'd happened across L's profile.
The young man was quite striking, obviously. He was diminutive in comparison to Light-which was how Light liked it- and his limbs were long, lean, graceful, and as pale as flawless marble.
So he'd clicked. And then he'd read.
A high school student including classic Russian literature and opera as several of their interests? Very interesting. Even more interesting was the fact that their desires for a partner lined up almost exactly.
Not to mention that face. The young man had some of the most striking features he'd ever seen; a delicacy of mouth and nose combined with massive, dark eyes.
Light could admit to himself, without shame, that he'd spent more time than was healthy fantasizing about those long limbs wrapped around him these past few days.
He adjusted his perfectly cut suit trousers to sit on his erection more comfortably and then leaned forward in his elegant desk chair to see the computer.
Today marked the third day of their email correspondence, all of which had been incredibly enlightening and completely impossible to put down. For example, L , funnily enough, had taken his request seriously, and sent Light the complete list of his activities as he'd requested. Light had been completely charmed to know that L had a predilection to cuddle, an extreme fondness for sweets, and a serious emotional attachment to a cat named Charlie.
Light was not generally charmed. People did not "charm" Light.
But, here was Light, being charmed. He found that, in this situation, he would accept it.
They'd also covered their favorite foods- Light's was Lobster Bisque, and L's was any form of cake and/or pastry that contained fruit filling- and a number of other issues of varying depth; Light knew that L's familial situation was tenuous and that he had difficulty accepting gifts as he felt unworthy, and L knew that Light had been in a string of unsatisfying relationships prior to trying this "online approach".
Having covered most of the tamer issues that would determine their compatibility, they'd begun to cross into more questionable territory.
And Light was very, very eager to do so, hence his slightly excited state in a rather inappropriate location- his workplace.
He blamed L, as the little fucker- his little fucker, he'd decided, communication this extensive was indicative of emotional investment on L's part and thus he was allowed to be possessive if he felt like it- could write one hell of an email. He was pretty sure he had not been that skilled with words or innuendo at his age, or, maybe it was just what Light's admittedly filthy mind read into it. He didn't really know. What he did know is that his levels of productivity had suffered slightly- he'd continued to respond to L's emails as soon as he read them since their correspondence began.
He sighed. Well, he'd already made partner, and even with his distraction his was putting in an immense amount of work. He shrugged mentally and opened the newest email from L.
Light,
I am honestly unsurprised by your preference for Murakami over Palahniuk; while I do enjoy Palahniuk's work, Murakami's has an immense amount of psychological complexity that is deeper and more compelling.
From that, there isn't really any elegant way to segue into a description of my sexual preferences, so instead I'll be completely frank in outlining my preferences, needs, and quirks.
What I really want, sexually, is someone dominant. I like the aggression, the fire, and the loss of control that comes with that. I really like rough sex- I prefer there to be hands in my hair and teeth on my neck. I-
At this point, Light stood up, walked to the front of his office, and closed the blinds on the glass walls facing into the hallway of the office. He wasn't particularly sure how adequately he could control himself when he was picturing himself locked in every scene L described wanting and needing, especially considering that these were things he wanted himself. He reseated himself behind his large desk. He made for a rather suggestive picture; his eyes were dark and heavily lidded behind his glasses and his suit, as finely fitted as it was, outlined rather prominently the bulge straining against his pants. He settled in as comfortably as he could and continued reading.
I want sex that exhausts me- I want to be pushed to the brink for as long as possible. I want to be made to beg.
"Holy fuck," muttered Light half coherently. He scrolled with one hand and stroked himself through his pants with the other.
I like giving oral, being tied up, and being teased. I am open to trying new things within the limits of reason-
Light immediately pictured L on his knees with his lovely little hands tied behind his back.
And I am a very, very big fan of dirty talk.
"Oh, are you now?" rasped Light. He thought of several ways he could make that happen for L, and his eyes darkened even more.
As for the last bit, you also requested that I outline any serious fantasies I have, so you could determine more accurately the sort of things I would enjoy. I don't really know why you thought I'd mind- I've already shared rather intimate personal details with you, and if things continue to go as they are-
"I will be fucking you until you lose all semblance of control and any desire to be with other men very soon," finished Light mentally. Well, so much for going into this with his wits about him. He was already hooked.
First, before I explain my fantasy fully, I have to tell you that I have a serious, serious thing for men in suits and glasses.
Light smirked. He would have to send him pictures..
So the fantasy is an office related one.
Light immediately stopped smirking.
I'm under the desk with my mouth on the cock of the- well, it's pretty obvious that you would be the other participant in this fantasy, so I am going to use the much less unwieldy "you". Hopefully this does not make you feel uncomfortable.
The only thing making him uncomfortable would be the almost painfully hard erection he was sporting.
So I'm under your desk, with my mouth and hands on your cock. I come into the office after all of your subordinates and coworkers leave, so there isn't really much chance of us being caught. I'm in the process of sliding you into my throat when, out of nowhere, a coworker pops in. I freeze. He can't see me, as I'm completely covered by your desk. So you begin to carry on a conversation with him.
At that point, Light realized there was not going to be any holding out. He unzipped his pants and took off his suit jacket as quickly as possible, then took himself in hand.
While you're talking to him, you slide one hand into my hair and begin to guide me up and down very subtly, so he can't tell.
"Holy shit." Light moaned. L was had a dirty, dirty mind, and he loved it. He leaned back and began to fuck his hand in earnest, sliding the rigid length up and down in his hand, imagining a silken tongue and impossibly dark eyes in its place.
The conversation is dragging on for ages, so I begin to get a bit- creative- with my tongue, dragging it from the base of your cock right up to the underside of your sensitive head. Your knee jerks and hits the top of the desk, but you cover smoothly, telling the coworker you have an important conference call to take. He says his goodbyes and tells you that he's leaving.
Light closed his eyes and sped up his pace for a moment, imagining punishing that hot mouth for teasing him when he couldn't do anything about it.
You wouldn't leave that sort of thing unpunished, so, as soon as you hear the ding of the elevator doors closing, you pull me out from under the desk, stand up, and begin to fuck my mouth in earnest, telling me just how hard that made you.
He didn't know how much longer he'd last; he'd been half hard all day.
When you don't think I'm going to last much longer, you decide to finish in me, with me bent over your desk.
He sure as fuck would finish in him on the desk.
You prepare me quickly, and then take me hard, until I'm incoherent and limp with pleasure- you make me wait to cum until you tell me I can, and when you do, I cum hard.
The very idea of being in control of L, being in charge of him, of making him senseless with pleasure, of owning him ended it for Light. His back tensed and his hand sped up. He ached for a milky white shoulder to bite into as he came.
Afterwards, we clean up a little and then go see a Puccini opera.
Light laughed tiredly. That was probably the best post-coitus idea ever for the two of them. He cleaned himself up- more than a little- and types out a response:
L,
There isn't really much to say, other than that I want the exact same things you want. I want you under me. I want to be rough with you and make you feel like you belong to me. I want to experience everything you've described- most preferably with you. In my opinion, we are completely compatible in every area we've discussed. I want you exclusively. We should discuss how you feel this should work.
P.S. I came reading your lovely office fantasy.
P.P.S. Suits and glasses are my everyday attire- I hope the attached picture does to you what your little story did to me.
Looking forward to hearing from you,
Light
And Light continued corresponding with L for the remainder of the day.