Okay, everyone out there seemed to have absolutely no problem with more mindless sexxing so there you are. I swear it's almost over though. For a while. And then there will be plot! Yeah! Remember plot? That whole giving-up-the-notebook thing? ... Yeah, me neither, it was way too long ago, I don't have that kind of attention span.
Don't own Death Note, if I did, L would have taken full advantage of those cameras ;3
Oh, and a shout out to TheIncredibleMsO, who is really cool and made me feel like an actual writer.
And everyone here should read frnight's story, Hacker of the Past.
This is a long author's note.
Ki11 me, Ki55 me
... Eh, who really cared?
The fingers slipped from his mouth, sliding down the same path they had taken, leaving a thin trail of saliva behind them. L's hand strayed to Light's entrance, pausing his thrusts to trace the tips over the hypersensitive skin before pressing the two lubricated digits inside. The detective groaned as Light's muscles contracted with pleasure, pressing around him tightly "Ah- Light-kun...!"
The brunette threw his head back as he was stretched further, grinding his hips back roughly, trying to calm his breathing. "L, God, God-!!" He was burning, his mind was screaming for more, for less, for anything to make this... what did he want again?
At least he wasn't the only one losing control. Even through the haze that he couldn't seem to shake off, he felt L's movements become more erratic; the detective's usual veneer of complete composure was gone.
The older man was slamming into him, harder, faster, deeper, as he panted for breath, his wild hair sticking to the perspiration on his neck. "Light-kun-!" His fingers slipped out of the tight heat surrounding them, moving quickly to the brunette's erection and pumping it roughly, his hand slicked with precome, saliva and sweat.
Ohhh God, Oh God, OhGodOhGodOhGod.
"AH-!" Light's eyes closed tightly, his body jerking uncontrollably as his hips bucked, pushing L's length deeper until it touched a spot inside him just right... "L!!"
Everything felt good, his whole body was an erogenous zone, L's breath brushing over his neck, his hair tickling his shoulder blade, the very air on his skin was making him shiver uncontrollably. It paled in comparison to the feeling of L thrusting inside him roughly, heat surging into him. He may have screamed. He wasn't sure.
He barely registered that L had come, even as he felt liquid fill him. In all fairness, he hardly had the time to take it in, a second later, he was on his back and L had pulled out, moved down and taken his erection in his mouth.
The brunette's eyes widened as L bobbed his head, moving his tongue around the younger man's slit, mimicking what Light had done earlier to his fingers. "Mm-!!" This time, Light knew he did scream, even if it was muffled by the hand he slapped over his own mouth. His hips bucked urgently, his hand twisting in the sheets as ecstasy rushed through him like a hurricane. "MM-!!"
His body arched. His mind went blank.
L pulled back, swallowing and sucking gently as Light panted, moaning softly with each breath and rocking his hips almost subconsciously.
How many times was that now? Once? Seven?
Oh, right, three.
That was a good number. Three times in... what, three hours?
.... What did L think he was doing with his mouth?
The detective had continued bobbing his head, lapping at the velvety skin, his fingers straying back to Light's entrance, still slick with semen, fondling and pinching the skin softly.
Light opened his eyes, pushing up on his elbows, still shaking slightly. "L, don't you da- ah-!" His hips bucked even as he tried to sit up.
L pulled back reluctantly, looking up at the younger boy. "Light-kun is being stubborn again." He dragged his tongue up the underside, drawing the pink head into his mouth and sucking harshly.
The brunette bit back a shout, gritting his teeth tightly, glaring down at the older man as growled, "L, I'm tired, I don't have this kind of stamina, I need- Ah-!" Light threw his head back, arching his spine.
This was not what he needed right now.
L moaned against the tip of Light's arousal, his excruciatingly talented tongue prodding the slit repeatedly, the finger circling his entrance finally thrusting in, pushing in and pulling out rapidly. "Light-kun needs no stamina..."
... No matter how good it felt, this was not what he needed.
... But it did feel pretty good.
Light was gasping, lying back on the mattress, his eyes closed tightly, one hand fisting in Light's black hair, tugging softly as he felt the satisfaction that had only just faded from his previous orgasm mount again. "Ah-..." The brunette's body tensed as he spread his legs wantonly. "H- Ah-!" A convulsion tore through him and his shaking hand tightened its grip in the detective's tresses. "L!!"
The older man pulled back, swallowing the liquid offered to him, almost purring as he slid the finger from the heat of Light's body. He kissed the tip, licking his slightly red lips, saying in a low, almost husky voice, "Light-kun is especially scrumptious when he comes."
The brunette could barely hear him, his body was limp and shaking, his eyes closed and his pretty face flushed dark red.
L blinked, watching him. Perhaps he had overdone it. The detective stood, disappearing from the room for a moment before returning with a glass of water. He perched on the bed, hooking one hand under the brunette's neck and pulling him up into a sitting position, offering the glass. "Here, Light-kun."
The younger man opened eyes, blinking the last fog from his brain before glaring icily, taking the glass and downing it, having finally caught his breath.
"... Once Light-kun has recouped, could we do it again?"
"No, we could not! I'm exhausted, I've never come this many times on one day, it's ridiculous!"
"... I can no longer tell if Light-kun is being stubborn of not... " L cocked his head. "Was Light-kun a virgin before today?"
Light narrowed his eyes, pushing up to sit and dragging the sheet over his waist. "Not of your business!"
There's that attitude. He didn't think it was possible to lose a part of your personality through sex, but if anyone could...
".... Light-kun was a virgin... but with his popularity, that makes little sense."
"Who said I was a virgin!" The brunette stood, pulling his clothes on for the third time that day.
He was. But it's not as if he had to tell the truth about every little thing. Or any little thing. And besides, he could have slept with any person he wanted to.
"Light-kun is not denying it, and he is dodging the question." L hummed thoughtfully, ignoring his state of total undress. "Which leaves the question of why."
Light pursed his lips, looking down to clasp his pants. "Because it's not your business."
"If I was Light-kun's first, I'd like to know. It would make me very happy."
The facts we have: Light was a virgin. Knowing that L was the one who took his virginity would make L happy. So, the question, did Light want him to be happy? Hm. Nah.
"Not your business," Light repeated in a clipped tone, buttoning his shirt.
"... Please." The detective reached out one hand, tugging Light's sleeve.
Tch, as if that was such a big deal. L saying 'please'.
....
Hm.
Light glared, pulling his sleeve away and straightening the cuff, saying irritably, "Why should I, I'm exhausted and I'm exceedingly cranky right now."
"Why? People are not usually cranky after sex."
"They are after four times in one morning!"
"... No?"
"... Yes."
"But sex is nice." L pouted, his shoulders falling slightly with disappointment. "Unless Light-kun really doesn't like sex and I did rape him, which would be dreadfully unfortunate..."
... Not this again.
Light rolled his eyes, sitting on the bed and laying back, his umber eyes closing. "I'm tired." There was a moment of peace before Light flinched, feeling a cool hand smoothing down his hair as if petting him. He opened one eye, looking at the detective above him and batting his hand away. "What the hell are you doing?"
The detective smiled softly, not so much laying back but letting himself rock back, still in his perch position until he sprawled back, his arms crossed under his head.
Light blinked, pausing as he watched L. After a moment, he shook his head, releasing a tired sigh, and relaxing into the mattress. After a moment, the younger man sat up, stretching and saying in slightly more businesslike tone, "Alright, we should get back to work, and I mean it."
L looked up at him, blinking. "But since Light-kun is no longer a probable suspect, we have no other leads."
"Which is why we have work to do, we still have to find him." Light stood, going to their dresser and picking up his comb, fixing his bed-head hair and grumbling, "Third time today..."
"If Light-kun would not be so stubborn, there would be a forth."
No fucking way.
The brunette rolled his eyes, setting the comb down. "Oh, come on, you can't possibly have the energy to go again."
He'd later realize that his mistake was challenging L.
"... Light-kun is doubtful. Why?"
"Because this is exhausting! How could you possibly go again!"
Light wouldn't be doing this for a while, his throat hurt from holding back moans, his back hurt from arching, his muscles hurt everywhere, more especially in his... pelvis area. Because L did not stretch him uncomfortably far. Shut up. Why was he trying to justify this to himself anyway.
"... Light-kun forgets the sugar. I am constantly thinking; so much so that I burn off all the sugar I eat. My endurance is phenomenal."
... Would that actually work? Does that make sense? Hm, if you take for granted that thinking really could burn off sugar, all that energy going through a body at once, assuming that L had a naturally high metabolism anyway...
Let's just not get into it.
"... I'll take your word for it."
"But I would so much more enjoy demonstrating to Light-kun first hand."
"I'm sure you would." The brunette sat back down on the bed, keeping the detective in his line of vision. "But then I'd pass out." He stretched his legs, circling his legs to work the soreness from
He actually might, with how little energy he had after the last round.
"... I think I would like making Light-kun pass out. But then I would have no more sex."
Light blushed, smacking himself in the forehead and massaging a temple. "You must be kidding." He looked up, snapping, "I will not be unconscious in your presence!"
He wasn't that much of a masochist.
L looked up at him hopefully. "I would tell Light-kun of the proceedings later."
"I'm not worried about that, I'm worried about waking up naked, covered in whipped cream with you standing over me licking your lips!"
Bad mental image.
"..." The detective wilted sadly. "That is a fear of Light-kun's?"
The brunette's eyes narrowed cautiously. "Shouldn't it be?"
"It is the opposite of a fear for me..." L's eyes slid out of focus before snapping back, saying with slight disappointment, "I would enjoy it if Light-kun did that to me because he is so sexy."
... True, he was.
"..." The younger sighed, rubbing his eyes to cover his pink cheeks and lying back on the bed. "I don't like surprises."
L looked up, his eyes wide. "It would no longer be a surprise now, so does that mean I can spray Light-kun with whipped cream and wake him up with a stare?"
.... He looked so hopeful...
"... Only if I pass out."
This was not a good side of him. He was giving in to a lot lately.
"Which I will never do."
Another challenge that really shouldn't have been issued.
The detective's hand snapped out, grabbing his wrist and springing forward to straddle him. "One more time before Light-kun passes out, correct?" He leaned forward, pressing their lips together softly and pinning the younger boy's wrists above his head.
Light's eyes widened and he turned his face away as he felt his face flush as red as his lips. "No- I was joking, I'm not passing out-"
"Light-kun would say that to get out of another round." L shifted the brunette's wrists to hold them in one hand, the other sliding down his chest to the hem of his pants, inching them off as he trailed his lips down the tanned throat.
Yeah, he was just screwed. Pun intended with extra sarcasm.
"I- " The younger gasped softly, his back arching as he fisted his hands in the crumpled sheets beneath them. "A-ah..."
The older man nuzzled the crook of his neck softly; hot breath washing over his skin. "Light-kun was just being stubborn again." His spindly hand wrapped around the younger man's shaft, thumbing the head as he nipped at the already pink skin of his collarbone.
"No, I w-" Light's hips jerked up into the dexterous fingers and he tried to keep his legs shut even as L wedged his knee between them.
Goddammit, one more time, then he was cutting this damn nymphomaniac off.
The brunette sighed softly, biting his red lower lip, closing his eyes lightly and reluctantly baring his neck.