Car keys slammed on the dresser, Light entered the tawdry vacation cabin, taking no care as to wipe clean his snow coated shoes. Ever so eager, Misa rushed to greet him, alacrity and bubbliness the exact quality of a flash-in-the-pan celebrity that drove Light ever so close to killing her off.
"Light, baby! I taped Sakura TV for us to watch tonight! It's a special on that plastic poser Takeda that you used to fancy…"
Her incessant rambling remained unheard, leaving Misa to return to her programs, Light entered the bedroom sourly, shedding his bounding winter layers apathetically. His rotten outlook adorned him like a thick skin, all because of Ryuzaki's sexual tendencies.
Why the hell did he bother to use me for?
To play with me…to test my emotional limits or something..?
Was it merely boredom..exerting stress…an experiment?…Something more..?
Conflicted thoughts wrapped around Light's head, constricting his sanity. Feeling dizzied…his mind was a never ending carousel of conflict, all because of thatgoddamned Ryuzaki. Light entered his bathroom, locking the door audibly. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore, he was usually keen to most of his emotions, and he could swear by his assurance that Ryuzaki truly wanted him…however. The arrogant detective was famous for his trade in facades, able to mimic the intentions of lust, allowing a victim to dance right into his hands. From there, it was all up to Ryuzaki to do what he pleased with his prize. All up to Ryuzaki...all up to L.
"Damn him!" Light roared, gritting his teeth, leaning a steady arm on the nearby wall, reassembling his nonchalant demeanor in the mirror. His wandering glance fell to his bare chest, suddenly recoiling in pain, he could swear he could feel Ryuzaki's delicate fingers pleasure every inch of his skin, running about his sturdy frame like a piano player, a virtuoso of sexual manipulation.
Poorly resisting thoughts of that bastard sleuth, Light's eyes once again observed his chest, but at a rather critical point of view.
Was I too intimidating for Ryuzaki?
Did my bodies strength keep him from claiming me?
His muscled limbs, were they borderline repulsive? Troubling as it was, Light still had to admire his own body. It had a track record of sexual expeditions, result of a firmly toned body. But nothing had ever occurred before to this degree, to this unbelievably addictive extreme. Unable to put anything to paper, let alone words, Light was left alone to muse furiously in his own bathroom. His mind lolled to Ryuzaki. Despite his practically skeletal frame, surprisingly the detective had quite evident muscles. Nothing impressive like Light's but, at the same time…so alluring. For such a lanky man, the detective had an irrefutable aura of pride and sexual attraction.
As if awoken from a thick haze, Light returned to his task, removing his pants slowly, followed by his holiday boxers, averting his gaze of the violet-hued bite marks encircling his thighs and ankles from Ryuzaki's aggressive need. A resounding thump on the bland tile drew Light's attention from the mirror, he picked up a smooth surfaced item gingerly. The Death Note. Exhaling loudly, Light flipped it open, to a fresh page. Grappling a calligraphy pen from his earlier discarded Student Jacket, he began to scribble that bastards name.
I'll teach him…play with Kira…NO ONE MOCKS A GOD OF THE NEW WORLD.
His hands shuddered as if Parkinson's had set in, powerful pangs of guilt being the harbinger of Kira's emotional endurance as an indomitable murderer.
Fuck.
…………………what's wrong with me?
Light pulled the shower lever, hot water dribbling out of the faucet, and slammed down the pen, clearing the Death Note away from the sink, the supernatural journal jammed into the pantry shelf under a faux floor panel.
"Damn L and his cruel hold over me…" the troubled teen swore, enclosing himself into the steam of the shower. Crystalline drops of the aqueous energy trickled down Light's frame as sporadically as the tears streaked down his cheeks, his body heaving sobs as the fog began to entrap him inside his mind's microcosm, seeking desperately for some merciful being to release him from his suffering, more specifically, a being with wolfishly black, unkempt hair, onyx frosted eyes, and an assuring smirk that could calm even the angriest wars raging within Light Yagami.
Light's prodigal mind ran miles as he attempted to proceed with his shower alone, brief flashes of memory containing the afternoon's proceedings with Ryuzaki assaulting him, marring the determined focus to bathe himself. The sociopath detective's slender body firm against Light's, warm breath tainted with sweets grazing his neck, greedily fondling him, kissing every inch of his body in overheated and wet friction. An involuntary moan escaped Light's throat, a steady, pleading sound reverberating in the enclosed washroom. His heart drumming, the flickering memory frequented into long moments of reminiscing, overshadowing his once steady control over his actions, wild fantasies contorting Light's previously complacent features into lustful agony. Ryuzaki was in his usual crouch upon the chair they shared that afternoon, his serpentine tongue running provocatively around Light's shaft, leaving slick saliva ebbing into the solute of pre-cum and sweat. Light's imagination was unequivocally afflicting his ability to concentrate on his task of hygiene, the coarse flow of water rained upon his bare form, and was becoming excruciatingly aroused.
Angh…mhm…Ryuzaki…I want to scar you…
…leave my mark inside you…
Leaning forward, Light's back to the pale yet tepid glass tiles of the shower, his hand lightly grazed his semi-hard penis, the water consistently hitting the rather sensitive organ. Torturously, his hand grasped his wet member, his teeth grinding in tension.
I've never felt the need to do this over anything this tempting before…
…then again, I've never lusted after someone with such valor…
….mhm…I want your body to myself…engh.…. Ryuzaki…
His supple hands moved up and down rapidly, his swollen cock pulsing within each motion. Light couldn't help but moan pleadingly, his mind transfixed with fucking Ryuzaki savagely up against the walls of the Headquarters. Hell, he didn't care, he'd take control of Ryuzaki in Misa's bed, if that's what it took to get him off. Of biting every part of him, licking and teasing the man of his obsessions until he growled in desperation like Light had in the past. Taking any sort of advantage of that impeccable prodigy was far too tempting to go unnoticed. With his hands alternating pressure and speed on his engorged length, Light's knees threatened to buckle, aggravating a persistent need to release audible moans of a heightening climax.
Light's hunched figure slumped against the wall in submission at last, his seed squirting into his quivering hand. Eyes closed, he cleansed himself at last, leisurely rising up to his full height. Switching off the shower, warm air billowing from within the washroom, Light emerged from the emanating steam, wrapping his fragile body in a single milk white cotton towel. Exhaling contentedly, he exited the bathroom with an almost clear conscience and mind. Reclining on the distastefully disproportioned bed, Light proceeded to mull over the fate of Ryuzaki, his mindset translating back to the vengeful, cunning and masochistic Kira.
If I can get Rem to discern Ryuzaki's true identity... I suppose can kill him rather quickly…
…no.
…I would immediately be the prime suspect, since at this moment I'm under strong suspicion of being Kira…
…and plus…
…I haven't had my way with him yet…but good things come to those who wait…
…and then…when I ruin that pompous detective's calm demeanor…when I finally leave something more inside him than just a lingering thought….
…I'll kill Ryuzaki…
….I'll kill L.
…exacting my revenge on criminals all at the same time…spawning a new world…
…forever terminating my competitors, and winning the game of intellectual wit…
…exactly as planned.