Kira's Secret Revealed - Chapter 7
"Oh no, his true form," L rolled his eyes as he pinned Light.
"Don't you want to see this, Ryuzaki," Light teased from under the other man's hold, hoping to distract him enough to gain the upper hand. "I mean, 'TRUE form' can only mean power-up, right?"
"You could definitely use one." the detective responded.
The camera zoomed back and a cacophonous twang soundeffect played. Latin chanting began again, louder and louder, and smoke poured in from somewhere. When Kira was shown again he was changed... slightly. He now had red makeup all over his body, as if his skin had been dyed red, but it was still somehow attractive. Black horns that matched his latex outfit were now pasted onto his head. There were now spikes on the jacket, skull decorations on the toes of the thigh-high boots, and the latex hotpants had been swapped for a different pair with some newly acquired criss-cross belts on his waist. As the camera switched to show the back view you could see that the pants featured a heart-shaped hole in the back. Through said hole, a red silicone devil tail, the same color as his body makeup, protruded.
Both young men paused in their tangle and stared in silence, one in amusement, the other in horror.
The shot switched to L, gaping in mystified horror, then back to Kira. When the camera caught his eyes, they glowed a sick red, using absolutely the cheapest Adobe Aftereffect that the real L or Light had ever seen.
L began laughing on top of Light, who blanched at the awful, embarrassing, COMPLETELY inaccurate, portrayal of Kira.
"That's exactly how I imagined Kira," L teased, leaning close to Light.
"I'm glad that you're off the idea that I'm Kira."
"Well, who said that... my dear Nemesis?"
"I'm NOT Kira."
"You might look good in his suit."
"The glowing red eyes are a BIT much, wouldn't you say?" Light diverted, blushing at the close contact and embarrassment over the situation and the video.
"Ahahaha!" the newly transformed Kira laughed "As you can see, I am a demon. My true name is Lucis. It means 'Light', by the way, English boy," Kira smiled wickedly.
Light gaped angrily. "What?!"
"Mystery solved. Kira is Light."
"I am NOT Kira," Light cried, using the sudden burst of indignation to gain the upper hand and roll on top of L.
The detective struggled adorably. He was not nearly as handsome and rugged as the actor playing the dopey Sherlock Holmes version of him, but there was a... uniqueness to him. An exotic rare appeal that seemed to Light like a strange foreign food that looked upsetting at first, but grew on you after a while. L was an acquired taste.
"Yes, you keep saying that," L answered, as Light pinned his wrists. His shirt rode up his slender torso as they struggled, and Light's prudish attempts to avoid too close a contact of the exposed area, (or desire not to obscure such areas) allowed him to position his legs properly to plant his feet against Light's stomach in order to push him off.
The detective on screen turned away, saying in an overly-forced dramatic, soap opera sort of way: "Why did you come to earth, demon? To punish mankind?"
"No." Kira grinned. "I was just bored."
"What a stupid reason," L growled, standing slouched over and looking at the screen.
The kick had propelled Light about five feet away. L seemed perfectly positioned to be put in a headlock, so that's what Light went for. He knew that L favored kicking, so it was an advantage to stay behind him.
Light didn't notice that L also favored 'the ducky routine' where a person stays calm, nearly motionless on top, and fights with surreptitious attacks of opportunity. Light was tripped and knocked backwards with L on top of him again, although still in a headlock, when the detective leaned back and tripped Light's legs out from underneath him.
"That's a bollocks reason." L said, looking back."Can't you entertain yourself? Get a hobby!"
"I consider THIS my hobby," Kira answered, slapping the detective's lovely round posterior. The camera shot showed everything, the tensing of the muscles, the sway of his package from the reverberation, and the flash of the studio light on Kira's shiny latex glove.
"Bloody hell!" the detective yelped.
"And who says that I'm punishing mankind? I'm only killing the wicked. Shouldn't all the nice little children, and volunteer firefighters, and sweet grannies and granddads on their porches be much better off without killers and thieves around?"
"How do you know for sure that the people you kill are wicked?" L insisted, "Or how to kill your boredom once you run out of thieves and murderers? Going for the lesser crimes? Like sneezing in public? Or being lazy?"
"What's that?! Sherlock L actually made a valid argument!" mocked Light, kicking after L who had been forced down with him due to the headlock.
"Humanity can do without you, skank!"
Kira shrugged.
"I don't really care, pretty boy." he said. "What I do care for, though, is you." He knelt down so he was face to face with his adversary. "The world can go to hell, as long as you are mine." he whispered. Then he pressed his thin mouth onto L's luscious lips. L made a sound that was probably supposed to be surprise, when the demon forced his tongue inside. But Kira broke the kiss quickly.
"I have yet to show you my most devious power." he said, grinning diabolically. "My saliva contains a powerful aphrodisiac. Soon you will be longing for my kiss. But until then... it's time for your spanking!" Kira announced excitedly. Leaning in even closer he added: "And if you're good for that, you'll get an even better reward."
Kira walked over to his wall of toys. The camera panned across the display slowly. He picked up a spanking paddle from one of the weapon racks and knocked it against his own hand a couple of times, looking back at the detective who could presumably only hear the heavy sound.
"I must compliment you on your strong mind," Kira said, turning away and positioning his arm to begin the spanking, "Most would have lost it by now. They'd have already crumbled into a begging, desirous mess. But you've shown so much will tonight! I … just..." he paused to smack harshly with the paddle, causing L to gasp in pain and surprise, "Love it!" he smiled.
"How many innocent people have you tortured like this before?"
"Honestly, my dear L, you should consider yourself lucky to be the very first human that I've done this to."
"But why?"
"Because you fascinate me." Kira answered bluntly. "You truly are an extraordinary specimen."
"Fuck you!"
"I had the exact same thought. To fuck you. But you will have to hold out a little longer." Kira patted his abused backside.
"This is the finger with which I kill." the demon announced, this time for L to hear. "The Finger of Death! Doesn't it thrill you? To be caressed by… death himself?"