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Warnings! This chapter contains n/c content and sexual stuff as torture. Could be worse, admittedly, but it still might be a squick to you! So watch out!

Disclaimer: Author does not own Death Note.

Ch5

Cotton was filling Light's head, and he wondered when cotton had gained the ability to throb painfully while retaining it's softness. But his body... it felt like he was floating on a cloud. Ignoring the pain in his limbs-they always hurt, anyway- he melted into what felt like soft bedding. A sigh escaped his lips, and he let himself relax for the first time in... how long had he been held captive?

Doesn't matter, he thought, listlessly. Soft...

"I was unaware of the pleasure bedding brings to Light-kun."

The familiar voice caused Light's eyes to fly open, joyous peace fleeing and leaving him with his usual apprehensive fear. Immediately, his mind kick-started into analyze-everything mode.

Hotel room, alone with L. Last thing I remember... People? Being cut down, and... a helicopter? Light tried to glance at his bindings. He couldn't see his hands, but knew his wrists were tied behind his back. His ankles were also bound tightly together.

Why was he on a bed, naked with his ankles and hands chained, and in a hotel room... alone with L? I'm smart, he thought to himself, as if that would allow his brain to return to its superior state, despite the situation. The oh-so-smart thing his brain gave him to ask was, "What's going on?" though it ended up as, "Whuzgonon?"

"I have devised a new persuasion technique."

Light frowned, trying to figure out where this was going, but nothing came to him. At least his tongue was starting to work again, so his speech should come out... more coherent.

"The other task force members won't be watching. I have set up a single camera that will catch everything. Feel free to confess at any time." That said, L was setting up an array of things on the nearby night stand. Light yelped upon being abruptly flipped onto his stomach, tugged down the bed so he was leaning over it, stomach on the bed and legs hanging over. He tried to strain his neck to see, but a firm hand was placed on his neck, keeping it in place. "If Light-kun moves from this position, the punishment will be worse. However, Light-kun may talk as much as he wishes."

"Punishment?" Light asked. "For what?"

"Not telling me where the notebook is. You may turn your head, but you may not lift it. Remember that." Light raised a brow, wondering what 'increased punishment' entailed. Surely nothing worse than being electrocuted, or dehydrated, or hung upside down from the ceiling...

He listened intently, guessing that L had picked something up. Silence... he waited... and waited...

Was L ever going to do anything, or was the torture just sitting back and letting Light think something was-

A cry was forced from Light's lips, mostly shock, as something smacked his bottom. "H-hey! You aren't-" but his words were cut off as the smack came down harder, leaving him biting the sheets to keep the sounds from coming out. Whatever he was being hit with, it felt like hard, curved wood. A wooden spoon, perhaps? But he couldn't think on it much longer, as the smacks intensified, the sharp pain turning into a fierce burning as the same spot was repeatedly hit.

There was a brief pause, to which Light panted and gasped, face flushed red in pain and embarrassment. The cries he had finally managed to suppress escaped all at once when fingers pressed into the red mark left behind, poking and prodding Light's sore cheeks. "Stop," he ordered, trying to wriggle away. A resounding smack did nothing to still his efforts. "I told Light-kun not to move," said L, as if merely giving a reminder. Light ignored the words, trying to squirm away. Even as he put in his best effort, all he managed to do was exhaust himself of the little energy he had.

He found himself suddenly lying on his back on the bed, looking into uncompromising ebony eyes. His eyes flitted to the side. A wooden paddle? He had been paddled? L's voice had him returning his eyes to the detective. "Light-kun has two choices.." L held up a thick, 10-inch long dildo in one hand, and Light gulped. He glanced at the other hand, eying the leather whip. "Which one's the second choice?"

"They go together as the first choice. The second is to confess to me where the second death note is."

Light shook his head. "Never." But his voice wavered. Oh, yes, he could handle this. But that wasn't the problem. He could see that L would only let things get worse and worse.

"Light-kun chooses the first choice?"

Light glared at the detective, refusing to answer the stupid question. Obviously he didn't choose either. He watched as L opened what smelled like strawberry lotion, applying it generously to the plastic phallus.

Finished with that task, L said, "Spread your legs."

Light continued on with his nasty glare, not dignifying that with a response.

The whip sliced through the air, leaving a pink line on his inner thigh. Light let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. Just an inch over, and there would have been quite a bit more pain.

"I'm sure Light-kun understands what will happen if he does not obey," said L.

Light seethed at the word 'obey', even as he obligingly spread his thighs as far as bound ankles would allow. A pillow was stuffed beneath him, elevating his ass a couple of inches from the bed, and he closed his eyes when L held up the still-slick-with-lotion dildo. Sharp pain across his chest had his eyes flying open. "Watch," L ordered. Light scowled, forcing his eyes down, past his unwanted erection. He should not be aroused by this.

He grunted as the thing was pushed in, slowly, bit by bit. His unprepared muscles burnt worse than the paddle had. He bit his lip bloody trying to keep back sounds and force his eyes to stay open. "L... stop," he pleaded, groaning as it continued on with yet another inch. Light trembled on the blanket, bound hands hardly supporting him, arms straining to keep him up while stuck behind him. How could that... thing even fit inside him?

It doesn't, he thought, hysterically. It's ripping its way inside! He whimpered when the remaining four inches were shoved in all at once, his muscles clamping down painfully on the plastic, trying to force the horrible thing out. Pain, scorching and ripping and burning and tearing. As the dildo was pulled in and out, it wiped everything else from Light's mind. He was left writhing and moaning in distress, hard despite the torture, which became yet another torture as L refused to touch him. There was just all-consuming pain and relentless need, and he couldn't keep himself from pleading.

Distantly, his mind caught the sound of a phone ringing, his eyes the sight of L turning the phone off, all while continuing his torture on the teen.

"Stopitstopitstopit," Light repeated, over and over, cheeks wet with tears as he tried in vein to escape. The whip flew down, this time landing across his cock, and Light couldn't keep back his pained whimper, wishing himself anywhere else. His eyes fell shut, but the whip returned to his length, sharp and painful, and he was hyperventilating as he forced his eyes open once more, taking in the torture of his body.

The sound of a door opening hardly reached the disoriented teens ears, as L let go of the dildo and turned around. Light shook and trembled, still lost in his pain and misery, so, so exhausted. How much longer was he supposed to keep resisting? A sob forced its way out, filled with his despair and frustration, and once he started he found that he couldn't stop, shoulders wracking his entire frame, that horrid toy still fully inside him, reminding him of what he had to look forward to before he...

Before I die, he thought to himself, gasping through tears and sobs. Because there was no way he was getting out of this alive. He had to tell L where the second notebook was... maybe then- then he would finally be allowed peace, if only for five minutes, instead of the hell he had come to live in. Five minutes before he was placed on death row, as he knew he would be.

~10 minutes earlier~

Mikami got out of the car, brushing himself off. His suit was slightly more casual than he preferred, and he wasn't quite sure why Misa had insisted upon it. "Remember, if I'm not back within fifteen minutes, leave without me."

Misa pouted. "I know, I know. It's better for Kira's reign to continue than for us all to get killed for nothing. Why can't I go in, too?"

Mikami took a few deep inhales and exhales to keep himself from yelling at the blond. He had already explained it ten times, and had a feeling she was just asking because she was annoyed and wanted him to be annoyed as well. He could understand her feelings. He wouldn't want to be left in the car while his god was trapped in a building, either. It just so happened that he was a lot stronger than her, and was more likely to successfully escape the situation.

He checked his watch. 5:10 P.M. Perfect. He approached the front of the hotel, a man with an afro exiting at the same moment. "Which room did you come from?" asked Mikami.

The man stared for a moment, before answering, "213."

"Where is Light being kept?"

Eyes blank and empty, the man replied, "215. Excuse me, but I have to go..." And he pushed past Mikami almost roughly, running off somewhere. Allowing his smile to take over, Mikami entered the building. The young woman at the desk looked up from her magazine as the bell on the door rang. "Can I help you?" Her name tag read 'Stacy'.

"No, that's alright. I came to retrieve a friend of mine. He said he was going to a party here last night, but I didn't see him this morning."

Stacy nodded, as if that kind of thing happened all the time. "Want me to call up to the room n' make sure he's there?"

"I'm positive he's there, but thank you," said Mikami, and for some reason the woman blushed. Normally he wasn't one for small talk, but he didn't want the police to be called after he retrieved Light-sama. Who knew what condition the god was in? It was best to give an excuse earlier than later.

When a man descended the stairs, Mikami asked of him, "What is your name?"

"Uh... Ide," the man replied, as if it had been hard for him to remember.

Mikami walked past the guy. Just as planned. Aizawa had left, as the signal. Ide had gone downstairs to further empty things. Now there were only... Matsuda and Mogi, if Mikami remembered correctly. And L, but Mikami had a separate plan for him.

He walked past the doors, looking at the side with negative numbers. 211... 213... 215...

He paused at 215, turning the knob, but the door was locked. Damnit! How had he not considered this possibility? No, he just had to calm down. Maybe he could pretend to be room service? No, that wouldn't work, either... How could he break into a card-key door? There was a lock, but he didn't know how to pick them. He descended the stairs, and the woman looked at him bemusedly.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"They won't answer the door."

"Have you tried knocking?"

"Yes. And calling their names. They just groaned."

The girl nodded. "Probably hangovers. Here, I'm not supposed to do this, but bring them right back and don't tell anyone, and I'm sure it'll be fine." She reached behind her, plucking up a pair of keys- the alternative to the keycard, saved for the employees incase of emergency, and the food-in-bed service. She handed it over, and Mikami flashed her a sincerely grateful smile. The new world was possible because of people like her.

He rushed up the stairs, turning the keys in the keyhole of room 215, turning the handle and finding that it opened with ease. He shoved the keys into his pocket and left the door open as he entered. His ears instantly led him where his eyes couldn't, the sound of someone in pain causing a shiver to go through Mikami's spine. It couldn't be...

But even if it was his god, he had to get a hold of himself. He had to be strong for Kira. When he finally reached the backroom, he paused for a moment to take in the angles and come up with the best plan of action. The back of a man with wild black hair could be seen, almost entirely hiding Light from sight.

The black-haired man, presumably L, paused to pick up his phone. Mikami realized it had been ringing, but he had hardly noticed over his god's pained cries. All L did, however, was turn the phone off and place it back down.

In that second, Mikami caught sight of his tortured god, and his heart ached in his chest. Marks littered his body. While only some looked scarring, those 'some' hinted at being the result of electrocution. The poor, gorgeous being was forced to be impaled by some oversized dildo, and he knew that the shame of being aroused through all of that had to make it worse. An aphrodisiac, or forced reaction?

Stop analyzing everything. Save him first, he ordered himself, forcing his gaze back to the pale, hunched detective. Seething with rage, he approached. The detective turned around at the sound of footsteps, and Mikami cuffed him in the back of his head. Immediately the man collapsed onto the floor. Mikami quickly pulled the disgusting device from his god, tossing it onto the ground.

He noted that Light-sama's hands and feet were bound with rope and looked around for something to cut it with. Spotting a glass filled with something, hopefully just water, he smashed it against the ground. Grabbing a shard, he used it to saw away the ropes. The teen- for that's what his god happened to be- merely curled in on himself, trembling and crying pitifully, murmuring unintelligibly.

He had planned on getting Light to wrap his arms and legs around him, so he could hold L and keep an eye on the detective, but that didn't seem to be an option. Mikami took off his coat and wrapped it around the too-thin body of his god, looking through the tray of 'goodies' next. He read the label on a little bottle, recognizing it as a heavy narcotic. He put some into the syringe conveniently placed beside it, kneeling down and injecting it into the vein in L's neck. He was no doctor, but he guessed that's how one did it...

He draped the man over his shoulder, head hanging out in front, before standing up and scooping Light into his arms. Poor Kami... How could this happen to a god?

Maybe he wasn't a god yet. Maybe he needed help to achieve complete power.

Mikami swiftly made his way out of the room, balancing the two the best he could. Individually they were light, and together they were only enough to cause a bit of pain, but it was still difficult to get down the stairs.

"Whoa. They're seriously taking advantage of your kindness, aren't they," said the woman at the front desk. He approached the desk, forcing himself not to glance back as he said, "The keys are in my left pocket."

She nodded, cheeks turning red as she reached into his pants and pulled out said keys. "Right. Stop by if you want. I work here every Friday, you know."

"Thanks," he said, not really having it in him at the moment to put on an act. She seemed to attribute it to his care for his friends.

He exited the building, finally, and made his way to the car. Misa jumped out of the driver seat and circled around, opening the back and front door for him before jumping back behind the wheel.

Setting Light gently into the front seat, despite his clinging, Mikami set L down so he was laying in the back, so he couldn't be seen from outside the car. Scooping Light back into his arms, he took the passenger seat, not caring how cramped the extra adult body made it. Misa stepped on it, and they were away from that horrid hotel.

"Poor Light," Misa was saying, and it sounded like she was holding back tears. "What did they do to my Light?"

For his part, Light had finally stilled, completely passed out in Mikami's hold.

"Will he be alright?" she asked. Mikami shut his mouth. He had just been about to ask her that. After all, she actually knew Light-sama. This was Mikami's first time in contact with the teen.

She seemed to realize this, and silence fell between them.

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