Light Yagami was a perfect young man. There was consensus in this matter amongst all those who knew him or even those regarded him from a distance. The handsome young honour student was the very model of young male perfection. With charm and smiles and white shiny teeth he was the prince of all teenage hearts. Once upon a time in trim clothes and pretty sentiments, embodying all the ideas and dreams of a sweet generation. Sayu Yagami chewing bubblegum and all glitter-eyed over male pop idols; that was the very matter of society and culture that had made her brother a living god.
This golden-haired Japanese Adonis was dedicated to studying and practicing his arts to stay at the top of his academic field. He was the perfect shining son to a traditional and respectable family. He had earned his mother and father's pride and his sister's sincere admiration and he talked and smiled with perfect manners.
But then this fairytale prince had a dark coil inside his mind and nothing can run its course in flesh as it does in treasured fantasy. The smile slipped off his lips as he carefully wrote down neat lines of execution, carelessly curling the calligraphic characters that brought so many to death. And then that was done also and this young mass murderer sat at his desk with his hands twisted in his lap while he thought about the slight ridges he could just feel when he leant back in his chair and shifted his shoulders.
It had been only a few days since he had been lead down by L into that sweet dark place and he had not been able to stop the growing compulsions. He glanced at the clock briefly before grabbing his coat and making his way down the stairs.
After a brief farewell, minimal and called through to where his mother and sister were seated in the living room, he left the home.
Watari showed the boy into the building quietly, leading him through to the comfortably furnished room where L spent most of his time lounging around eating cake. Which he was currently doing. He looked up at Light as he entered with his mild black eyes. His expression showed no surprise at the other man's unexpected arrival. He motioned with his free hand towards the seat opposite him and Light sat down. Light watched in silence as the detective finished off the cake and then L, pushing aside the empty plate, literally licked clean, rose and once again motioned for Light to follow him.
Once again they descended the steps down into basement, into the darkness. Soon enough Light felt L's hands steadying him and then delicately relieving him of his clothes. This time Light shivered slightly, with anticipation as well as because of the cold that assaulted his naked skin. L's fingers brushed against all the nerves that were raw and alert in this cold black place. Light could just make out the smile upon the other man's lips.
L put his hands to Light's chest, pressing hard and pushing him back until he was almost at the wall. Then he turned him around and started chaining him up. The restraints which L was using were different this time. This underground room was always shrouded in darkness and Light never saw more than a small degree of what it held. It was not a vast stretch of the imagination to assume that the chamber was vast and full of many instruments and tools all brilliantly designed to induce sweat and screams and the clenching of tremulous muscles. The young man's golden brown eyelashes fluttered at the sound of clinking chains and soft footsteps.
L made Light cross his arms over one another so that his right hand was on the left and his left upon the right then pushed him forward until he firmly met the wall.
'If you reach forward with your hands you should find two find crevices in the wall with metal rings where you can put your fingers,' L told him, his voice echoing slightly in the vast abyss of this chamber, 'Please put your fingers in and grip tightly.'
Light did so, reaching in and curling his fingers around the metal. L reached over and Light felt his hands push his knuckles right into the rough crevice until something clicked and Light felt the metal tighten around his thin fingers.
He felt L kneel down beside him, his fingers travelling down Light's side as he did so. Then he began to buckle something at Light's waist; a tight belt of leather around the boy's toned abdomen. It had small metal ridges on the underside all around that pressed into Light's skin and two larger points that dug in on the inner curves of his hips. L tightened the belt so that Light felt the spikes dig right in underneath the bone, and L tightened it again, and again until a groan of soft agony escaped Light's lips.
Light breathed in gasps, his lips sore and cut from where he had been biting at them, trying to restrain himself. There was a throbbing sensation down through his stomach to where the belt was taut and making him ache.
L carefully continued at his task, connecting a leather and metal attachment to the belt which then wound round the top of Light's thighs and was in turn tightened. Light hung his head, his light brown hair, damp with sweat, scraping against the wall.
He had a huge erection. He hadn't been aware of it building but he could feel it now completely. Through the aching pain that coursed bellow, from where the restraints were, there was the throbbing heat right between his legs. He breathed heavily and moved his head, grinding his forehead against the rough stone.
Light Yagami did not suffer from arousal often; he was a calm young man whose body adhered absolutely to his command, his muscles gliding smoothly to his mind's inclination. In the rare cases where he felt had himself become uncomfortably tight this hormonal anomaly was not a great issue to him but rather a minor discomfort that soon passed. Now however he was shaking and felt every red nerve strained.
Light could feel L's hair against his leg as the other man secured the belt around his thigh. L paused for a few moments and then there was silence.
Then he simply tightened the leather around Light's thigh, making Light's breath catch in his throat and the muscles all along his legs tense. The tendons were all strained and L brought tightened the belts around both of Light's thighs so that the veins stood up – like a drug addict bringing up the veins in the arm ready for a hit.
Light could feel the strain all along to his ankles as he arched his feet and clenched his toes.
Then L drew away and then Light was alone in the darkness. There was only Light, just breathing heavy breaths into the silence, feeling the blistering pain that tug at him like a string through his nerves, the hot ache at the top of his abdomen, his stomach, his thighs, and his unbearable arousal.
Then L lashed him and he cried out quietly in shock at the sudden wave that fell across his thighs. The blow was like an electric shock the way that it hit all those raised, tensed nerves and Light's body shook and recoiled, a ripple through him until he relaxed and hung down again and then another blow was issued; the careful rhythm.
There was pain, it was pure pain but it was also…satisfying. Light loved the moment that the whip hit his unprotected skin, the moment of uncontrollable pain; the shock through his body. He could feel his body shuddering, his muscles screaming, he could taste the sensation as he clenched his teeth and a rough hissing noise came from his throat. Then the brief moment when the after shock flowed through him, like soft hot waves, the sore gentle ache of pain. This moment grew shorter and shorter however as L increased the tempo and force of the blows.
The greatest portion of time though, that sweet window between the ripples of pain and the next blow, that was devoted purely to anticipation. An immense hungry anticipation where Light's fingers clenched so tightly that the metal cut away at the fingers, where he breathed his shallow breaths and his lips trembled, moist against the stone where his face was pressed.
L did throw the whip down hard across his back as well this time, alternating the area of infliction and the force of the blow carefully, but mostly he focused on the thighs. The session was more intense than the last but it was not carried out for as long. Probably because Light could feel the blood running down his legs in a heavy and sure flow. That was not what L had intended, although it must have been a risk with all those veins strained towards the surface of Light's skin.
Light was only dimly aware of L unchaining him, when he was lowered to his feet he felt that the floor was wet with his blood and he knew he must have lost a great deal.
The detective wrapped his arms around the boy as he was released and was limp in his arms. Light's head rested against his shoulder and L brushed aside the hair that was damp with sweat.
'I'm sorry,' he whispered gently against the boy's ear, 'I miscalculated.'
Light did not reply and L carried him carefully across the room and laid him down upon the ground to bathe his skin and to dress his wounds.
Light's eyelashes fluttered and he opened his eyes to look at L wrapping bandages around his legs. There was no blood now. He was clean. The bandages were white.
'Hold out your hands,' L told him quietly and Light complied reaching out to L, palms outwards and fingers painfully uncoiled. L vigorously cleaned the cuts and then bandaged them up too.
'Do you think you can stand?' L asked him, 'please answer.' Light nodded and whispered,
'Yes.'
Then Light stood, helped by L and supported for a few moments before being let go. L dressed Light again and brushed his hair carefully.
'I will have you driven home but do you think that you'll be able to walk after that?' L asked him. Light nodded.
'Good,' said L softly, smoothing down Light's Jacket. Light tilted his head and waited, a warm anticipation overcoming him. L looked at him and smiled. He took a little step away from Light and then brought his hand up to his mouth, biting on his thumb and then cast his eyes downward in an absent-minded manor. He shifted his feet and retained his mock-innocence for a few moments. Light waited. Then he smiled softly and murmured,
'What are you Light?'
'I'm your bitch,' Light answered, in low quiet tones, a purr of approval running through his brain and a warmth through all of him as he re-affirmed the statement.
'Good,' was L's soft reply, the glittering black eyes looking up at him.
Then Light was lead out, and then into a car, and then was driven home. When he arrived back he walked up the path and his drive with perfect strides. Every step was agony. He let himself in and walked through his house with all of his movements in order and his face calm and composed. His legs screamed with every tiny motion.
He greeted his mother and spoke to his father when addressed, speaking with a charming smile about the friends he had met from university and then giving a soft sincere little apology about being out so very late. He stood straight. He kept his hands in his pockets.
Then he had walked up the stairs, bearing each terrible jolt up his injured tendons, waiting until he was in his room and the door locked before giving his shuddering gasp of agony and letting the tears fall from his eyes before managing to stumble across to his bed and lie down before falling unconscious.
A/N: For those of you who didn't like the line 'I'm your bitch,' well maybe you'll have preferred it this time round!
I'll admit that I did dither over that line because I wanted this story to be more about control and not about humiliation. I also didn't really want L to be doing this stuff in a sadistic way. But that line was something I had always planned…it was kind of meant to be more in-keeping with the whole secret illicitness of the situation. 'You're mine,' is the main meaning but I wanted it to be extreme because it's the extremity that L and Light are enjoying. In this chapter where the sexay undertones are just being uncovered it has special significance and they find it even more exiting to say
I won't be writing each chapter as a 'visit,' unless of course you want me to, It'll be several gathered together retrospectively next chapter as they explore different things and things develop.
There's lots to enjoy so be patient.
By the way I'd love to know what you think of all my punishment ideas, but you might want to wait until my next chapter as that's when I start the more creative ones. ;)