Chapter 3
For those of you wondering seme/uke, you might want to go and check out Aftermath… I think I mentioned something about the pairing in the first chapter… Self-promotion?
Who, me?
Nah. Never do such a thing. Seriously, though, go check it out if you haven't yet.
Chellyisback- Yes! Aijin Incubus! Thank you! That's the name of the manga. I couldn't remember the name, so thank you for providing it! I was sad, too, when I found it wasn't finished, so I'm with you there!
While this story is based off of the manga, it won't follow the potline, and I've taken a few liberties with certain things. Probably two more chapters after this one. Oh, and pentagrams are mentioned later on in the chapter. I've made some bullshit up about them to suit my needs, so just disregard the information, because it isn't true in real life- only in the story.
Crossing his arms, Light glared at the demon resting on his desk. "Is food all you think about?"
The demon's grin only seemed to take on a Cheshire-like quality. "Hn. Yes and no. They do say that food and sex are two of the three things that humans need to survive." L cocked his head to the side. "So, I think about sex as well, not just food. Although they're the same thing to me," the demon added thoughtfully.
"Sex and food," Light repeated, mumbling. "You really have a one-track mind, don't you?" he muttered, trudging to the desk, where he stood glaring balefully at L. "I want to do this so I can get home and study, not waste time to feed you. So just go and amuse yourself for a while and leave me alone, okay?"
Light turned to walk around L's legs, but was surprised when a heavy weight suddenly tackled him from behind, flipping him over as he and L fell to the ground. Pinned under the suddenly angry-looking incubus, Light was stunned. What the hell had happened?
L was clearly not happy. He shifted his body, pinning Light's legs to the floor using his own and pressing Light's wrists to the floor, using his demon strength to keep them there and compensate for his only slightly smaller handspan.
Looking upon L's angry face, Light found himself somewhat apprehensive. All traces of humor and mirth were gone, replaced by a look of desperation and desire. "I'm sick of you ignoring my needs," L growled in a purely demonic voice, nothing like his low, husky, humanlike voice. "I feel as if I'm about to fade again- I need food."
L sat up, looking towards Light's trapped wrists. Narrowing his eyes, he released them, only to point a finger at them a second later. "Bind," he commanded, and Light's eyes jerked wide open in shock as he felt something cold and hard encircle his hands. Twisting his head to look up, he choked a bit as he saw metal rings growing out of the ground to slide over and totally entrap his wrists.
Shit fuck fuck not good not good!
"What the hell?!" he exclaimed, trying to tug his arms down in an effort to free his hands. He glared down at L, who, now that he was able to freely do what he needed to do, was reaching down to tug Light's shirt out from his pants. His tail snaked down Light's leg, and as L unfastened the buttons on Light's pans, his versatile tail snagged on the bottom Light's pants and drew them down a few inches to ride lowly down on his hips for better access. "What did you do- Hey! No! Leave my pants alone, you sick demon-Ah!"
Light gasped, then recovered himself enough to look down, face flushed, and glare at the incubus that had his pants unbuttoned and a very firm grip on his manhood. The demon in return looked up, a determined expression on his face that was coupled with a slight hint of amusement. His tail twitched behind him, whipping back and forth, belying his excitement at the situation.
Sadistic little demon-bitch-thingy.
"You refuse to feed me, Light," the demon said, "so I'm forced to feed myself to keep from starving and disappearing. I've not lived the centuries I have just to die at the hands of a bratty, selfish teenager who refuses to do a simple thing like masturbate to spite me." Light flinched at the harsh tone in L's voice, was about to retort, when he jerked, eyes flying open as somehow, the demon's hands felt like they were heating up, crackling with energy as they gave a rough, firm stroke.
"Wha-" Light choked out, before he let out a strangled groan as L gave another stroke, electricity zinging from the long pale fingers grasping him and onto his cock, sending a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure through him. "Ngh! Wha…what did you do?!" Light was able to get out before the hand continued its stroking, setting up a slow rhythm that threatened to drive Light crazy.
"I'm a sex demon, Light," L all but purred, his obsidian eyes alight and watching almost ravenously as Light tried to hold in the gasps that threatened to spill out as he continued stroking his length. And a very nice one it was, too, L had to admit, admiring the column of flesh in his hand.
Very nice.
"Anything and everything I do are meant to give pleasure to my meals so I can feed."
Hypnotized by L's deep, sultry voice, he almost missed when the demon gave a shudder of his own, obsidian eyes dilating and the incubus's breath coming faster.
Oh, fuck- L was arousing him just by looking at him, his eyes wide and intense, boring into Light's as he leaned over him, the tips of their noses almost brushing. L's breath washed over his lips, warm and fluttery, their lips almost touching but not quite.
"Everything you feel, I feel, Light," the demon breathed, his lithe body trembling above Light's, "and your lust… it's rolling off you in waves…and it tastes sooo good…" The last part was almost moaned, and as the sound reached his ears, deep and husky and lustful, it made Light want to do so himself, the sound affecting him in the most intimate of ways.
L inhaled deeply, his head tilting back, though his ministrations never ceased. Light shuddered, incredibly aroused by the feel of L's hand on his cock and the lustful expression on L's face as he took in the sexual energy rolling off of Light.
Oh, God. It was too much- the pleasure from L's hand and the expression on the demon's beautiful face.
Moaning, Light felt a huge shudder wrack his body as the tension curled tight in his groin snapped, sending waves of ecstasy throughout his body and spurting out through his cock. His back arched from the intensity, every muscle going taut and his hands curled around the metal bars restraining them, clutching desperately at something to ground him as the pleasure surged through him.
Dimly, through the haze fogging his mind, Light heard L gasp, his eyes opening wide as he froze, mouth open and breathing in deeply. He could barely see thin, faded streaks of luminescent green trailing up and over L's skin, sinking into the pale flesh and being inhaled into the demon's pale-lipped, lush mouth.
Light could see out of the corner of his eye that the faded green trails were rising up from his skin in steady pulses, being drawn to L's body as if by a magnet.
Sexual energy, Light realized hazily, mind still a bit fried and therefore sluggish. That green stuff is sexual energy and L's feeding off of it.
Remembering back to the shower incident last night, he didn't recall seeing anything like this, but then again, he had blacked out right afterwards…
"Light," L whispered sultrily, satisfiedly, before he removed his hand from Light's softening penis, bringing up his semen- coated hand and licking the substance off, his tail twisting and small wings fluttering in pleasure. He let out a small purr as he did so, a small smile on his face.
Sated, his limbs limp, Light could only watch as the demon finished cleaning off his fingers, then regarded Light with a lazy smile. "See?" the demon purred, shifting closer and on top of Light, settling firmly onto his hips. "That wasn't so bad, was it? I daresay you liked that, Light."
Well, no, it wasn't. But he wasn't about to give L the satisfaction of knowing that.
Wriggling a bit, Light tugged at his still-restrained hands, glaring up at L's self- satisfied expression. "That was practically rape, demon!" Light hissed angrily. "And let me go! I don't appreciate being bound up!"
"So demanding," L sighed, but he nonetheless got up off of Light, snapping his fingers as he so. The metal bonds melted away and Light sat up, rubbing his wrists and glaring at the suspiciously happy sex-demon.
"I hope you're satisfied," Light hissed, getting up and fixing his pants, flicking his bangs away from his eyes in an attempt to regain some sort of dignity. Goddamn demon; though he had to admit, L was quite… talented with his hands.
Wait, wait, wait. Baaaad line of thinking to go down, Light. Bad, bad, bad.
"Very much so," L replied, grinning in that sparkling, stunning way he had that made his eyes twinkle and wings flutter happily. "I feel much less faded… I do believe I shall go able to go on now. Of course, you- sorry, we, do that a few more times, and I won't be stuck in your head anymore."
"Fucker," Light almost yelled, annoyed beyond reason at the events that had just transpired. He had been held down and forcibly forced-did that even make sense? Light wasn't sure- to orgasm! If that didn't hurt his male pride, he didn't know what would.
"Hm…" L's tail whipped back and forth, telling Light that now that he was happily fed, he was in quite the playful mood.
"'Fuck' is such a versatile word… Actually, I do believe it's the only word in the English language that can be used in so many contexts. It's a verb that can have three different endings attached to it. Fuck can be used in many different ways and is the only fucking word that can be put every fucking where and still make fucking sense," L smirked, hopping on top of a desk and crouching on top of it. "And, of course, you can use it as an insult to call someone a fucker, which you just called me. But in this context, it is a most apt description- for I am most definitely your… fucker."
"Go to hell, L," Light muttered, tugging his shirt back into its proper place, though he was a bit amused at L's words- not that he would ever admit that, because he was still angry at the demon, anyways.
L opened his mouth, about to reply, when someone burst in quite suddenly. Light could only thank whatever deity that was out there that he had had time to rearrange his clothes before the intrusion- it would have been quite embarrassing and awkward otherwise.
"I thought I smelt a demon in here!" The boy yelled, rushing in and looking around. His blue eyes landed on Light and narrowed. "You!" He pointed imperiously at Light, striding forwards to the shocked teenager. "You have a demon attached to you! I can sense it!"
"What the fuck…?" L muttered, tail stilling to settle on the desk as he stared at the brazen boy. "He's either very astute or…" L trailed off, eyes widening as he thought of another option. What it was, Light had no clue.
"Uh, what?" Light started, addressing the boy. He didn't really know what to make of the whole situation. What was he supposed to say to an accusation like that?
Yes, I have a demon here with me. It's an incubus, if you'd care to know. And he just forced me to orgasm and then fed off of it, thank you very much. It felt fucking amazing, but I won't ever tell L that because he just stripped me of my pride and went and tossed it in the river, and we wouldn't want his ego to inflate any more than it already is, now, wouldn't we?
Snorting to himself at that ridiculous explanation, Light decided to just eye the boy with a great deal of suspicion, as if he thought the boy was some sort of crackpot. Which he actually did. "I don't understand what you're talking about," Light sniffed haughtily, snatching up his paper and striding past the boy to place in on his teacher's desk.
He'd had a hellish day; he just wanted to go home, fuck it all! He'd had enough of incubi, demons, and whatever the hell else was going to happen!
"You- you have a demon with you. I can smell him," the boy repeated, his blue eyes flicking around the classroom, although they passed over L, much to Light's relief. It would seem that the crackpot couldn't see L- he thanked God for small favors, because if the kid really could see L, bat wings, tail and all, that wouldn't be good.
"It smells like-" the boy cut off, his delicate nose wrinkling as his eyes opened wide in shocked realization. "It smells like sex in here- holy fuck, have you got a sex demon attached to you?"
Light paused for a moment, his eyes sliding over to L, not really knowing what to say. L was watching the boy in a mixture of fascination and consternation. He caught Light's eye, and quickly explained, "Either he's in possession of a supernatural gift or…" L's brows furrowed, and then he continued, "He has a demon attached to him, and that demon is telling him there's another one- me- here, and he's using the smell pretense to cover up the fact that he himself has a demon attached to him."
Then, L grinned, flicking his obsidian eyes over Light's form. "Or he might just have smelt the products of what just happened… sex is a very easily identifiable smell," L said teasingly.
Light shot him a discreet glare out of the corner of his eye, and L huffed, rolling his eyes in exasperation. "Fine. So that might not be the case. Hold on…"
He shifted out of his crouch and hopped off the desk, striding over to the boy. He leant over and sniffed at the boy's shoulder, before he coughed and scrambled backwards, staring at the boy in surprise. "That smell… Is he here?" L muttered to himself, his eyes narrowing in thought at the boy.
The boy was still looking at Light expectantly; shaking his head, he dropped his finished portrait on the desk and turned back to the intruder, crossing his arms. He couldn't worry about what L was thinking when he had a kid here, waiting for him to answer. And paying more attention to L was a sure sign that the boy was right. "Alright," Light sighed in vexation. "Tell me what you're about, coming in here like you did."
L was still muttering in the background, rubbing his nose thoughtlessly. "Why did he have to come here of all times… he's already fucked up once… he'd better not fucking try anything else… I need to talk to him, if he is here…"
Light desperately wanted to ask L what was going on, but the boy talking drew his attention away from the groaning incubus. "Hey, you alright? You looked like you were spacing out there…" the boy's face suddenly lit up, and he snapped his fingers. "No! I know! You're talking to your demon, right?"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Light said, holding his hands up in front of him. "I don't have any sort of demon or anything 'attached' to me," Light said, glancing over at L, who was slowly getting to his feet.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," L muttered, getting to his feet. His eyes had narrowed into slits and were glinting red, his tail lashing around furiously. "I've decided. I'm tired of this- I don't want to see him, but we need to talk. But I refuse to let him try anything, if that's what he suggests. I'll live with this if I have to- I'm not risking him fucking up again and messing this up any more than it already is."
L took a deep breath, his wings snapping outwards in an agitated motion. "B! I know you're there! Come here!" L yelled, crossing his arms. He looked furious, his face darkening with anger and little sparks of black crackling at the tips of his fingers.
Note to self, Light thought, discreetly eyeing L warily, never piss the demon off.
Because he looked way fucking scary right now.
But wait… Light frowned as he remembered what L had said- who was B? Was he another demon? Either way, judging from L's ramblings, L had to know this B, wait, what was up with all the one-letter names?
"B?" Light asked L, forgetting for a moment that there was someone else there that couldn't see L, and regarding L's angry form with some confusion. "Who's B?"
"You do have a demon attached to you!" the boy said triumphantly, pointing at Light. He had seen Light turning and talking to practically thin air, and come to the logical, (in his own mind) conclusion. "I knew it! Will he let me see him? Can I see him? What type is he?" the boy asked eagerly, leaning forwards and scanning the room, as if trying to see the invisible being.
Fed up with the boy's existence when he was trying to figure out what was going on with L, Light whipped around, turning on the boy in irritation. "Just who the fuck are you?" he snapped.
The boy blinked, obviously not expecting Light's anger. He relaxed, though and smiled, then introduced himself. "Name's Mihael Keehl, but you can call me Mello. I'm head of the Demon-Spotters Club here."
Light raised an eyebrow in suspicion. "I've never heard of it…"
Sounded like some crackpot wannabe-Satanists-slash-geek club.
Chuckling sheepishly, Mello raised a hand to scratch the back of his head. "That's because we're only three people- well, three people and a demon," Mello amended. "B's attached to me- he's an incubus, but he gets his kicks from all three of us in the club," he explained.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Crazy blonde say what now? Did he mean that this incubus, B, fed from… "You mean he feeds off of… all of you?!" Light asked incredulously, feeling faint at the thought.
"Yeah," Mello said unconcernedly, shrugging. Obviously, it wasn't a big deal to him. And then, Mello thought of something intriguing Light had said. "You asked about B- did your demon mention him? Does he know B?" Mello asked eagerly, desperate for answers. So far, he was the only person who had a demon attached to him, though B had said that there were many types of demons in the world, and a lot of them were attached to humans. Intrigued by this, he had made it one of his goals in life to learn more about the beings, and had been trying to find those who were in cohorts with the beings.
He had always been sensitive to supernatural presences- beings such as demons and ghosts had a certain…smell they left behind, and Mello had always been able to easily pick up on that. It was one of the reasons that he thought B had been drawn to him, in fact.
"It's because B's a horndog," L muttered, suddenly speaking up and cutting in, diverting Light's train of thought from the conversation at hand.
Light glanced at him, and saw that the incubus still looked like he was seething. His foot was tapping angrily as his wings fluttered agitatedly, eyes narrowed into burning slits. Something about this B had gotten to L, and Light would have loved to know what, but he knew it was the wrong time to ask. "I know he heard me- I bet he's avoiding me. He's been doing so since 5,000 years ago, that coward."
"Hm," Light muttered thoughtfully. Well, it wasn't much, but it was a start. And it gave Light some insight to how old L was- 5,000 years was a mind-boggling number…
"Hey, is your demon talking to you? He can hear me, right?" Mello suddenly asked, watching Light keenly, his bright blue eyes examining him with sharp interest. His eyes continued their scan of the room, trying to get some idea of where Light's demon was. He wanted to know, damnit!
L rolled his eyes, his wings and feet stilling for a split moment as his attention was diverted from his stewing over B. "Yes, I can hear him."
Idiot was tacked onto the end of that, mumbled quietly under L's breath, but Light chose to ignore that.
"Yeah, he can hear you," Light told Mello, finally admitting to L's presence. Mello already seemed to know, so there was really no point in trying to deny it anymore.
Mello grinned, pleased, white teeth flashing. "Nice! Hey, will you show yourself to me?" Mello asked, directly addressing L this time. Not that he knew where the demon was- he could be addressing empty air or the plant on the art teacher's desk for all he knew instead of the demon itself, but he knew the being could hear him.
L eyed the boy speculatively, tilting his head in slight confusion. His spiky black hair fell off to the side, exposing his pointed ears, and Light thought that the ears only made L look more fey and unhumanlike. It was easy to ignore certain parts of L's clearly non-humanness when he was acting humanlike, but at the moment, angry and with his demon characteristics displayed, it was very hard to ignore the fact that L was a fucking demon. It had never hit Light as hard as it did at the moment, the fact that supernatural beings did exist and one was with him right now.
"Why?" L asked, obviously annoyed.
"He wants to know why," Light told Mello, acting as L's spokesperson.
"So that I can see him, idiot! That's the whole point of my club!" Mello exclaimed, rolling his eyes as if the answer should be obvious to all and sundry. Which it should have been, with an obvious name like the Demon-Spotters.
L opened his mouth, no doubt about to tell Mello to go fuck off or something, when he paused. A thoughtful look spread over his face as L changed his mind on what he was going to say and instead told Light, "Tell him that if he can get B here, then I'll show myself to him."
"He wants you to get B here, and then he'll show himself," Light told Mello.
"Oh, really? Cool! Wait here- I'll be right back!" Mello exclaimed, pointing to the ground. He backed up, whipped around and ran out, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Light turned to L- now that the annoying boy was gone, he was free to ask L some questions.
"Who's B?" Light asked, burning to know the answer. That one-letter name kept cropping up, and L seemed to be quite agitated because of it.
"B is short for Beyond. I mentioned a younger brother before, right? Beyond's my brother," L said, hissing out the last part like it left some foul taste in his mouth.
"Okay..." Light nodded, waiting for L to continue. Drawing a conclusion, Light guessed that L wasn't exactly on good terms with his brother, which would certainly explain why L seemed angry that he was here. But the reason as to that was still obscure, and Light desperately wanted to know why L was angry at this B.
"5,000 years ago, Beyond and I were still pretty young. As such, our powers were just starting to develop, to grow and be able to be used. We were experimenting with our newly-awakened powers one day. He wanted to practice on me, so I allowed him and it ended up with him accidentally cursing me, so to speak…"
"How?" Light asked, looking more closely at L. There wasn't anything about him that appeared to be cursed… he seemed like a normal demon to Light. But then again, Light didn't know jack squat about demons, so his opinions were pretty skewed in that regard.
L scowled, his tail curling and uncurling in rapid, anxious motions. "He cursed me so that now, I can only feed off of men, Light," L huffed, clearly not happy about admitting that.
"Why is that so bad?" Light asked, clueless as to the real nature of incubi and succubae.
"Are you serious?" L asked incredulously, his wings flaring out in distress. "I'm an incubus, Light! I'm supposed to be getting myself off with women! Not men! Women!" He started pacing back and forth, his tension making him unable to stand still. "Incubi 'lie upon'! We're not succubae, who 'lie under'!" L hissed angrily, baring his teeth in his anger, before he continued.
"And B ran off after we figured out what happened, I haven't been able to track him down, the sneaky little fuck, so there's been no chance of reversing it. Sine he's the one who cursed me, he's the only one that can reverse this!"
L paused, panting, before he shook his head wearily. "Though, I'm not sure I want him to try anything. I can barely remember what he said or did to cause this. Throwing out counter-curses randomly might only exacerbate the problem instead of fixing it. Or fuck, it may cause a wholly different problem," L sighed.
"But he's attached to a male human- didn't you get your revenge?" Light asked, thinking back to what Mello had said about the incubus and their club. If L was so worked up about being forced to be attached to a male, then didn't that mean that B was unwillingly attached to Mello, a male, as well? L must have gotten back at B, then.
L looked surprised for a split second. "What? Oh, you think I cursed him in return? No, I didn't have time for that before he ran off after I discovered what had happened. Beyond's just gay," L said nonchalantly, waving his hand in a dismissive manner.
"Gay?" Light asked, not quite sure what L meant. There were various meanings of that word, so L could either mean that Beyond was happy, or more likely than not…
L rolled his eyes, then leaned forward and enunciated his next words very clearly. "Homosexual, Light."
"Oh," Light said, blinking. Well, then.
Just then, Mello ran back in, panting and his cheeks flushed with exertion and excitement. L looked past Light and his eyes narrowed, tail flicking out to the side in a distinctively malicious manner. "Hey! Hey! Here he is!" Mello breathed out, waving his hand in the general vicinity behind him.
Light looked to the empty space L was glaring at and raised an eyebrow. "Um… Mello. Are you sure he's there?"
"Of course," Mello huffily said, obviously offended that Light didn't believe him. He drew himself up and looked behind him, gesturing to the demon who was apparently with him. "Hey, B, make yourself visible to him, 'kay? Oh, and have your demon make himself visible to me!" This last part was addressed to Light, and Mello nodded eagerly as he spoke, making a "go ahead" motion with his hands.
"Oh, for fuck's sake," L hissed, turning his glare to Mello. He was more focused on dealing with his wayward bother right now, who was cringing behind the blonde human. He didn't want to deal with a demon-obsessed human at the moment!
Still, if it would make the blonde human shut up… He closed his eyes for a brief second and then opened them, staring directly at Mello. "Happy now, you annoying human?" L hissed, fingers tensing on his crossed arms.
"Whoa," Mello breathed, taking a step back. L was visible to Mello, then.
He wandered closer to L, though he made sure to keep his distance, seeing L's agitated state and deeming it wise not to be near the demon who looked like he was about to snap.
Smart kid, Light thought. Stay away from the angry sex-demon.
"You look just like him!" Mello exclaimed, grinning. "Wow. That's cool. Do all incubi look alike, kind of like you two do, or are you related or something?"
"What are you talking about? Mello, tell B to show himself," Light said, thoroughly confused.
"Yes," L hissed, eyes blazing furiously. "Show yourself, Beyond. Then, we talk. I have quite the bone to pick with you…"
"See? This is exactly the reason I didn't want to show myself," a voice that sounded almost exactly like L's sounded in the room. The only difference was that it was slightly deeper, a bit huskier than L's.
Light blinked as another form shimmered into sight right beside Mello, blurring for a moment before becoming clear.
And Light blinked again.
Holy fuck he looks exactly like L.
And then proceeded to do so once more. And then looked at L, who still looked pissed. And then back at the new incubus, who looked very apprehensive.
Another L. Another incubus. Oh, fuck why did this happen to me I didn't ask for this to happen!
Beyond looked exactly like L, feature-wise, of course. Same pale skin, same height, same build, same face, wings, tail- the only things different were the color of his shirt-black- and the color of his eyes-crimson instead of glittering obsidian.
"Hiding for all those years didn't help any, Beyond. It just pissed me off more," L hissed heatedly, resuming the tapping of his foot. Beyond blanched, cringing backwards.
"I didn't think you wanted to see me!" Beyond weakly protested, eyeing L with a great deal of hesitation and wariness, as if gauging L's mood to see how he would react.
"I wanted you to at least apologize, Beyond! Do you know how utterly embarrassing it is to be the incubus that has to be with human males all the time?! I don't have a choice, Beyond! I still like breasts! Curves! Women!" L shouted, gesturing to his body in a vague reference to his preferences.
Beyond stared at L, then his eyes flitted over to Light, widening as he sized him up. His red eyes seemed to see right through his clothes, and when Beyond grinned, licking his lips, Light felt vaguely violated.
But you like it when L does it… a little voice in the back of his head piped up, and horrified at his own mind's betrayal, he firmly squashed the voice and shoved it to the back of his mind. That little fact, the fact that he didn't feel disgusted when L did the same to him was something he refused to acknowledge.
"Well, your human right now has very nice man-boobs, I think." Beyond said, staring blatantly at Light, skimming over his form. "A bit on the skinny side, yeah, but the pretty face makes up for that. Hey, if you don't want him, can I have him?" Beyond asked eagerly, forgetting for a movement that he was attached to Mello and that his brother was still pissed as fuck at him.
Light choked on a mouthful of air at Beyond's words, eyes widening to epic proportions at being… was he being hit on by a fucking sex-demon? Oh, God. "Whoa, hey, hold on-" Light said desperately, stepping backwards and waving his hands in front of him.
Luckily, Light didn't have to finish, because L cut in at that moment, the dark tone in his voice making all those in the room freeze, especially the one he was addressing. "Beyond. I don't think you truly realize the consequences of your actions. Let's have a nice chat somewhere private, shall we?"
Beyond's eyes grew huge, and then slid closed in resignation. "Oh, fuck me," Beyond muttered, stumbling backwards in a half-assed attempt to get away from his angry older brother.
With that, L stalked closer, a look of absolute fury on his face. His small little wings flared out and beat once; with a crack, they snapped to the side and abruptly grew larger, growing in size to about the length of L's body, more than enough to support him if he should choose to take flight.
Light gasped; he hadn't thought they could get larger than the small little attachments that were a constant fixture on his shoulder blades. And Light really kinda wished they had stayed small, because now that he got a good look at the bat-like wings, he realized that they made L look fucking scary all night-black and clawed at the tips and flared out like that.
L reached out, dug through the black mess that was Beyond's hair to grab his pointed ear, pinching it tightly between thumb and forefinger. "If you'll excuse me," L growled, flicking his blazing eyes over to Light, "I'm going to have a chat with my brother about shirking responsibilities, making bad choices, and neglecting family for 5 millennia. I'll be back soon."
"Ow, ow, ow,ow, ow," Beyond grimaced, his face twisting as L beat his wings once, propelling both incubi up into the air, Beyond's body held up only by L's strong pinched grasp on his ear. L flew straight upwards, passing through the ceiling easily and Light could see that Beyond's little bat-wings were fluttering helplessly on his back.
He almost felt sorry for Beyond there, for a minute. And then he remembered that because Beyond cursed L to be able to feed off of only men, L was now attached to him and annoying him.
I.e., it was all Beyond's fault.
Well. Sympathy gone.
Goodbye, sympathy, hello vindictive revenge.
There was silence for a few moments in the room, and then Mello turned to Light, scratching the back of his head. "Well, that was odd…"
"No kidding," Light replied, still looking up in shock at where L and Beyond had disappeared. "I think Beyond was hitting on me," Light said incredulously. He tilted his head over to the side to glance at Mello. "Does that bother you?"
"What? Oh, no," Mello shrugged. "He does it all the time. He's the true definition of an incubus- he'll hit on anything, but he won't do anything because he's attached to me. Knows that if he even thinks of touching another human, I'll cut ties with him and his three-way source of food'll be cut off," Mello smirked.
"So why was B drawn to you in the first place? What's your history with him?" Light asked, genuinely curious. "Doesn't it get annoying, having a sex demon attached to you all the time?"
"Well, sometimes it's annoying, when I'm trying to do other things and Beyond wants sex. But usually, I can get his to go to either Matt or Near- the other members of my club," Mello explained. "As for how he was drawn to me… I really can smell demons and other supernatural beings. They have an… almost off smell. It's hard to explain. But it was really strong one day, and so I was wondering if there was actually something in the room," Mello grinned, his eyes becoming distant as he reminisced.
"I addressed it out loud, and then Beyond becomes visible, asking how I sensed him. I explained my gift to him, and then we got to talking, because it was obvious he was a demon and I was actually really curious about him. And when he told me he was an incubus and unattached to a host at the moment, I asked him why. And he said that there were no gay humans in the area, because he was an incubus that preferred men. And then, he got this speculative look in his eye, and asked if I'd like to host him," Mello finished, a distinctly pleased look in his eyes. He didn't regret what he had done, not one whit, even during the items Beyond became annoying and Mello wanted nothing more than to strangle the incubus.
"And you said yes?" Light asked incredulously, unable to grasp why anyone would want something like an incubus attached to them. L was fucking annoying as it was; it wasn't something that he'd ever, ever embrace willingly. L had sort of been… forced onto him, in a way. It hadn't been his choice.
Mello shrugged, grinning. "Well, yeah. I like guys anyways, and the chance to have a sex demon attached to me was too good to pass up. Why? Are you unhappy with L?" Mello asked, brows furrowing at the thought. He was pretty content with B; so far as he knew, so were the other two in his club.
"Well, let's just say that it wasn't the ideal situation…" Light sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. At Mello's quirked eyebrow, Light continued, "I'm straight."
Mello's lips twitched upwards into a smirk and he leaned backwards, crossing his arms. He raked his eyes over Light, taking in the perfectly cut and groomed hair, immaculate clothing, and then just nodded. "Mhm. Yeah."
Narrowing his eyes at Mello's disbelief at his claim, Light protested, "Seriously! I am! I don't want to be hosting L! If I could, I'd get rid of him!"
That got Mello's attention. Standing up straight, he let his arms fall to his sides as he asked, "Really? You really want to be rid of him?"
"Yes!" Light examined exasperatedly. He hadn't asked to be a host to L; he wanted the demon gone so he could get back to his normal life, without the presence of distracting male incubi. Male- yeah, and that was what really bothered Light. These confusing thoughts…. He was straight, damnit, and he didn't want nor need any questions about his sexuality!
Mello nodded, his mind working as he said, "You know, I might actually be able to help you with that…"
"Really?" Light asked, perking up and looking at Mello attentively. If there was anything he could do to make L leave, he'd do it. He just wanted the annoying incubus gone.
Mello nodded, smiling and relaxing. "Yeah. Simple, really."
"Tell me!" Light demanded, striding over to Mello and grasping onto his shoulders. Mello teasing him like this was cruel, almost like holding a carrot in front of a horse.
Mello's eyes widened and he backed up, brushing Light's hands off of his shoulders, raising his hands in a defensive position. "Whoa, whoa, okay, hold your horses! Yeesh. L's a demon, right?"
"No shit, Sherlock," Light snorted.
Mello blinked. "That… was really bitchy. You sure you aren't gay?" he asked Light, raising an eyebrow questioningly. Light could protest all he wanted; there were certain times that he just looked like he was starting to lean on the other side of the fence a little too heavily. Not that it was Mello's concern, but still. It was funny. Watching Light live blissfully in denial, that is.
"Yes! I'm sure!" Light replied exasperatedly, annoyed at the accusations.
Mello chuckled at Light's defensiveness. "Sensitive about that subject… anyway, you're basically just hosting a demon, so you need to exorcise him."
Light recoiled at the word, an unsure expression flitting over his face. When he thought exorcism, he thought of hellish voices speaking in different languages, body contortions, shit like that. Not getting rid of an incubus like L, who was more of a cute attachment than anything else.
...Hold the fuck up.
Light's mind screeched to a halt as the words replayed in his mind, and then he firmly banished the 'cute' from his vocabulary concerning L. There. Much better.
Though it was true. Not that he'd admit it, though.
"You mean…"
"Exorcism. Like, the Exorcism of Emily Rose, you know? Except without the creepy-ass parts."
"Like hell I'm getting a priest to exorcise me!" Light spluttered, shuddering at the thought.
Hello, father. My name's Light Yagami, and I was wondering if you'd like to come and exorcise a demon from me. Now, he's not your normal every day, run-of-the-mill demon- he's an incubus…
Not happening. He didn't even want to envision that conversation.
"Oh, you don't need a priest. What you need is a pentagram and a few good words. The whole key is the sentiment behind it," Mello explained, making Light a little calmer.
"What do you mean?" Light questioned, not sure what Mello was talking about. He knew what a pentagram was, sure, but sentiment?
"You need the pentagram to counteract the bond between you and L- it's like, a magical deflection device or some shit like that. Can't remember, because it's been awhile since I read that one book. But you need the pentagram, and then you need to tell L to leave."
"Sounds too easy," Light said suspiciously.
Scratching the back of his head, Mello amended, "Well, in theory it is, but the kicker is, you need to be serious about not wanting him here. You can't have any positive feelings or second thoughts or any shit like that. You need to want him to leave- you can't want him with you anymore, not a single bit," Mello told him.
Leaning back, Light smiled in relief, closing his eyes. "Well, that's easy, because I don't want him here. He sighed, laughing a bit. "Whew. That's a relief. I thought I'd be stuck with him forever…"
Mello had to smirk at that; he thought that L was pretty safe. Light might think he wanted the incubus gone, but in actuality, Mello suspected that Light liked the incubus a bit more than he let on. But that was for Light to discover on his own…
At that moment, there was a thump and then a blackened figure came tumbling back down thought he ceiling, landing on his back on the floor of the classroom.
"Beyond?" Mello asked disbelievingly, stepping forwards and nudging him with his shoe. The demon's clothes were covered in a fine layer of black ash, and there were a few smudges on his cheek as well. A bit of his hair was singed off, and Beyond groaned as he sat up, slitting an eye open.
"Goddamn," Beyond groaned, coughing once, at which a small puff of black came out of his mouth. He climbed slowly to his feet and shook himself off, sending a small cloud of black ash from his body. "That was harsh…"
"It was what you deserved." That was L's voice, and Light looked up to see him dropping through the ceiling as well, landing gracefully on the balls of his feet with his wings spread out for balance. Standing up straight, L snapped his wings once, and with a crack, they reverted back to their small size, resting flat back on L's shoulderblades. L crossed his arms and stared at Beyond, quirking a brow. "Have I made myself clear?"
"As crystal," Beyond groaned, his eye twitching as he rubbed his blackened cheek, wincing. "I won't try anything like that again… Fuck, that hurt."
"It was no less than you deserved," L said snippily, though a smug, satisfied look was gleaming in his eyes.
"I beg to differ," Beyond muttered, raisign his hands above his head and stracthing. His back popped a few times and then he released his nads, sighing in relief. "Urgh… so, we're good now?" He asked L tentatively, at which his brother nodded.
"Yes. I believe so."
"Right." Beyond sighed with obvious relief, and then turned to Mello. "Let's blow this joint, yeah? No offense, L," He said, glancing back at L, "I think I've experienced all the brotherly bonding I can handle for today."
Mello nodded. "Yeah. Let's get home. I still have homework… " He started out, but when he reached the door, he stopped, tilting his head back over his shoulder at Light. "Remember," he said, "the sentiment's what counts."
And then Mello was gone, Beyond following after him, still shaking black ash from his clothes and muttering about how they were ruined.
And then, they were gone, and Light was once more left alone with L. slowly, he turned to face the now-smiling demon, dreading what the demon was going to say next. If something perverted came out of those pale lips, Light was sure he was going to-
"Well, Light. Shall we follow their example? Let's go home."
Said innocently, there was nothing about those words to raise Light's suspicion, and he eyed the demon warily, trying to get a feel for if the demon was going to molest him on the way home. There was only a slightly mischievous glint in the demon's eyes, but then again, that was always there, no matter what.
"Alright," Light said slowly, tentatively, testing out the waters first.
"Good!" L grinned and then disappeared. A few seconds later, Light felt a slight pressure inside of his head- it wasn't annoying, but it was just intense enough to be there.
Ah, there we go. You can probably feel me more in your mind than you did this morning because I've fed and I'm stronger, less faded now.
Well, that would explain things…
Of course, the more I'm fed, the stronger I get, and if I were to reside fully in your mind at full strength, it'd probably give you a bad headache. It's why once I'm at full strength, I'll have enough energy to maintain my human form.
Your point being? Light asked.
Feed me fully one more time, and I'll be out of your mind and I'll be able to stray from you a bit more. You want that, right, Light? So when we get home, you can strip, and-
It seemed like good things never did last.
The brief, sweet moments of L not insisting he do something sexual were over, gone, and done for. R.I.P.
Goodbye, bearable L. Hello, perverted one.
With a sigh, Light shook his head, returning to his desk to gather his bag and slung it over his shoulder. He walked to the door, but he paused and looked back at the spot that he had been accosted by L at, his cheeks taking on a slight pink tinge as he remembered.
Maybe… it wasn't… so bad… Light thought to himself, though he mentally dared L to say anything. That I enjoyed before doesn't mean I want to do it again or that I'll do it when we get home.
And wisely, L kept his mouth shut as Light left the classroom and headed home.
Of course, Light didn't know what the incubus was planning while lurking in the back of Light's mind, silently plotting.
Though, Light probably would have been horrified if he did know. So perhaps it was best that he didn't.