Chapter four up. Thanks to all those who have reviewed and favorited and so on, those kept me going last week. Anyway, here you are, I hope you all like it and I hope you're all in the mood for a little citrus. grins Oh, and I'd like people's opinions about what to start after this fic. There's still a hell of a lot to go, maybe... two thirds or so, but I'd like to get a jump start.
Sooooo.... light hearted wacky LLight and leading into MattMello AU or slightly more dramatic and serious but with funny moments LLight AU? Tell me what you want, and I'll put it up.
As usual, I don't own Death Note, if I did, those handcuffs would have been put to much better uses.
Ki11 me, Ki55 me
"A- Ah!" Light wasn't proud of the almost yelp that escaped his lips, but he didn't have time to regret it as he shoved against L's chest and his other hand darted up to yank of the makeshift blindfold.
He was stopped by a strong grip on his wrists before both arms were pulled above his head and he felt the excess chain wrapping around his wrists, fixing them to the headboard. Light's whole body tensed as reflex took over his limbs, jerking them against his binds. "What the hell-??"
"Sorry, Light-kun. There was a miscalculation. I wish even less to stop now than when I did when I was looking for an answer."
Light jerked violently, turning his head away and trying to jar the blindfold from its place. "I don't care, let me go, L!"
Where the Hell was Kira when you needed him?!
He calmed slightly as he felt L's hand tug the tie down gently, his soft tone an obvious attempt to calm the younger. "I don't mean to scare, Light."
He wasn't scared.
"I will not rape you, or anything nearly so drastic."
As if he could. Wait, could he? L was stronger than he looked, and with the cuffs- Stop thinking about it.
"But I do wish you would consent to me."
Light shook his hair out of his eyes, glaring up at the detective, saying firmly. "I don't want to sleep with you. I've told you a dozen times."
"Why not, Light-kun? Sex is pleasurable."
Light hissed his response, "I'm aware of that, I just have no desire to have sex, and I don't see why you do."
"Because I like Light-kun a lot." He continued kissing downward, hands petting comfortingly down the brunette's sides until they reached the hem of Light's boxers, pulling them down slowly. "You don't need to do anything either, Light-kun. And it won't be unpleasant in any way, because I'll give you oral sex."
A cool hand traced up his length.
TIME OUT PLEASE.
Light's umber eyes widened, his face flushing red as he jerked his legs closed. "N- no, that's really, really not necessary!"
L looked up with interest. "Light-kun is getting strangely flustered again. I think he actually wants oral sex but is just not imposing enough to say so."
"No, really, I don't-"
The detective looked Light's body over before he bowed his head and dragged his tongue up the hardening shaft. He kissed the tip softly before sucking it into his... almost painfully warm mouth.
Light gasped, fighting the shiver that ran down his legs as his hips pressed almost subconsciously forward. "A- ah..!"
The elder rocked his head lightly, tongue swirling around the sensitive slit as one hand stroked soft skin rapidly and the other pressed up and down Light's inner thigh, massaging softly to quiet his soon-to-come protestations.
"Sto-" Light closed his eyes tightly, biting his lip to stifle a reluctant moan as his legs spread almost of their own accord.
L lapped at the underside perversely, consuming more before starting a rhythmic bob, his hands gripping the other man's inner thighs, spreading them slowly.
Light realized he was panting quietly, but was unable to stop it, even the tugs at his arms seemed half-hearted to him and he dimly registered that L's bobbing motion was being exaggerated to his senses as he was rocking his hips in time. "L..."
The detective gasped softly, his back arching further as he hummed in his throat, almost a purr. He pulled back, licking the base of underside, all the way up to tip, kissing and sucking on way.
This has to be illegal.
The brunette was panting heavily, his back arched and his muscles quivering in their attempt to stay still against the feeling. L did something absolutely sinful with his fingernails and the younger man groaned, throwing his head back and splaying his hair across the pillow beneath him.
L continued bobbing his head, his tongue swirling avidly as his hands slid under Light's thighs, moving them up to grip the man's hips and pushing them up.
The man beneath him cried out softly, a shudder tearing through his body. "G- God-!"
It seemed so wrong to be saying that, let alone... moaning like he had to admit he was, but what the hell else was Light supposed to do when the detective was pushing his shaft further into his wet mouth, a low moan sending vibrations thrumming through him. L was rocking against him insistently, the tip of his tongue digging at the slit almost roughly.
Light moaned, no longer caring how his hips rocked urgently into the other's mouth, or how he gasped and jerked under the ministrations, his back arching.
"A- Ah-...!" Oh God, Oh God, Oh God, he was shaking, his legs tensing on either side of L as sharp nails dug into his palms. "Ah, Ah-!!" Light's body bucked and his muscles tightened, the heat coiling in his stomach before suddenly surging through his body from his fingers to his toes and into L's waiting mouth. "AH-!" His vision flashed white.
Distantly, L pulled back, swallowing and licking up the shiny fluid from the sensitive skin, a slightly satisfied look on his face as he watched Light's body splayed out before him.
Light couldn't blame him, even with his mind fogged as it was; he knew what this looked like. His chest was heaving as he panted to catch his breath and his flushed skin was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Even with the picture he knew he was painting, it was a little nerve wracking to watch L stare down at him like... like... goddammit, what happened to the part of his mind that made analogies? Was that the part that imploded earlier? No, wait, that was his sanity.
Oh, who the hell cared anyway. He closed his eyes.
From above him, he heard a low voice musing, "... Sixteen... perhaps eighteen percent chance that Light-kun would approve cuddling. Perhaps twelve percent that he would approve more sexual activity..."
Light sighed, mumbling tiredly, "What's the other seventy percent?"
"Thirty-five percent chance that Light-kun really didn't want sex and will do something drastic. Seventeen percent chance he will get up, get dressed, and tell the others I was joking and eighteen percent chance that he will do something unknown."
Light rolled his eyes, pulling himself up slightly, greatly hampered by his still-chained hands. "Why would you have done anything if it was most likely that it was rape and I'd hate you forever?"
"Because it was most likely not rape. It was most likely something besides rape. There was just a good chance because Light-kun is so good at hiding what he really wants."
Okay, so that was true. But whoever said telling the truth was necessary.
"Tch, you chained me to a bed, L. If it wasn't rape, what was it? 'Nonconsensual sex'?" The brunette lay back, finally catching his breath and closing his eyes with a sigh.
"Those are the same things, Light."
"Exactly." Light tugged at his wrists pointedly. "On that note, let me go, I'm starting to get sore."
L blinked, glancing up at the headboard. "Ah, right." He leaned forward, unwinding the cuff carefully. "I apologize." The detective sat back on his haunches, finally allowing the brunette up.
Light sat up, rubbing his wrists and scooting back to lean against the headboard.
L plopped down on his back, looking up at the ceiling with mild interest saying softly to himself, "Thirty-two percent chance of cuddling, twenty-two percent chance of continuance, and thirty-six percent chance of something unprecedented."
"Make you a deal, you get to choose which of those you want, but I get to take the cuffs off."
L paused and shrugged. "Any one is fine. I've done too much today, Light-kun, I think you earned the choice. And I like the handcuffs."
Light pursed his lips. "I don't, they're uncomfortable." He raised his arm, turning his wrist and watching the sun glint off the metal.
Hm. Shiny.
"Nevertheless." L rolled over, staring at the wall. "... Light-kun, I'm hyper now." The detective crawled forward to the nightstand, pulling a boxed cake, a plate, a knife, a serving knife and a tiny fork from the drawer.
Light rolled his eyes, pursing his lips, no longer surprised by this behavior. "You're very predictable." With this, he lay down, turning on his side away from the older. "Don't spill on the sheets, or on me for that matter."
"I wanted to tip a little whip cream on you and innocently lick it off, though."
Light narrowed his eyes, refusing to look at the other. "I'm fully aware."
"Light-kun is very intelligent. It is partly why I like him."
"Hm." He closed his eyes.
Just go to sleep. So what if it's nine in the morning.
Something cold fell on his cheek and the brunette jerked, his eyes snapping open as he brought a hand up to wipe off the drop off whipped cream from his cheekbone. "Dammit, L-"
A strong grip pulled his hand away and L leaned down to swipe the offending drop away with his tongue. "That was accidental. But now I know Light-kun tastes better with whipped cream than pastry."
Light pursed his lips, frowning slightly and turning away from L's mouth.
Mmm... L's mouth...
Okay, stop that.
"I bet. No more 'accidents'."
L stuck his tongue out before going back to his cake. "Light-kun is lying next to me. Does that mean he has chosen the cuddling option?"
"No, I haven't chosen an option yet."
"Is Light-kun conflicted?"
Light blinked, looking up at the detective. "Conflicted about what. Whether to sleep with you now or not?"
L looked back at him, licking frosting from his fork. "Does that mean Light-kun will sleep with me eventually?"
Light paused, looking up at the elder with an unreadable expression. On the few occasions he'd been stuck in a problem he couldn't solve, he'd normally ask someone he respected for their opinion. But lately, the only person he respected enough to ask about something like this was...
"... Well, why should I? As a genuine question, what reasons would you give?"
L chomped the cake from his fork. "It is pleasurable, and I have no STD's. And there is no reason not to."
"But I'm your suspect in a murder case. If I was Kira, I could take advantage of the situation and try to make you fall in love with me."
"It would make no difference, Light. I would still put Kira in jail, even if I loved him."
... Why did that make him feel...
Light felt his lips twitch to a small smile. "That's good to know, L... for some inexplicable reason."
And it really was. And he didn't know why.
L cocked his head, mildly confused. "Why is that? Many would call it a very dismal way to think. I find it refreshing, but not many others do."
"I don't know, but for some reason, it's reassuring." The brunette turned again, getting comfortable under the blankets, substantially more relaxed even though no actual answer to L's question had been reached.
The was a short pause before L said, "Light-kun, I'm very tempted to snuggle without your consent."
Light raised a brow, looking over his shoulder. "Do you ever need my consent?"
The younger detected a very slight glare in L's eyes as he countered the jab. "Light-kun is very stubborn. I did not hear a very clear 'no' from him, so I assumed he was just being difficult"
The brunette pursed his lips, pausing. He shrugged, keeping his face blank.
L wilted slightly. "I hope I did not mouth-rape Light-kun..."
"..." Light blinked and laughed, smiling softly. "It wasn't rape, mouth or otherwise, I'd agree on that much."
L perked, licking crumbs form his fingers. "That is very good. But I will trust Light-kun to not be stubborn when I ask to cuddle."
Why is he acting like such a romantic, this can't be normal for any twenty something year old male, let alone a weirdo like L. Maybe he was over-thinking this. No, he was just being careful. Oh, right, he was supposed to talk to L.
"... I suppose just for a minute."
L set his now empty cake plate aside and wrapped an arm around Light's waist, pulling the other man up against his own body, burying his face in the tan skin of his neck and inhaling his scent.
Light started slightly at the sudden movement, tensing. ".... What are you doing?"
L pulled him closer, his chin rested on the other boy's shoulder. "Light-kun smells better than cake."
Light closed his eyes, ignoring the cake comment and wrapping his arm over L's.
Oh, what the hell, let him cuddle or snuggle or whatever he wanted. This was okay. This was nice. L was relaxing against his back, his breathing evening and his grip slackening.
Light blinked, looking over his shoulder. "Don't you dare fall asleep."
L closed his eyes, saying softly, "Light-kun is comfortable."
The younger glared, pointing a warning finger in L's face. "You are not going to fall asleep and leave me here to explain what happened when my father bursts in."
L lips turned to a small smile and he pushed Light's hand away softly. "I won't, Light-kun. I rarely sleep, because I never feel like it. This is simply relaxation."
".... Good." The brunette settled, looking forward.
There was a moment of silent between them.
"I'm not Kira, L."
L nodded. "Okay."
"I know you don't believe me." Light shrugged, tone slightly disappointed. "Alright, alright, it's not like there's much I could say to convince you."
"There's no point in arguing about it, Light-kun. I could say I believe you if it would make it better for you."
"Not really, but oh well." Light looked over his shoulder at the older man. "Did this change anything?"
L nodded slightly. "I wasn't lying when I said it would change things if I found that I was attracted to you. There is a far less than a one percent chance of you being Kira-"
REPEAT THAT PLEASE.