Okay, so.... I swear we're almost out of the sexxing for a while. Anyways, I'll be interested to see what you guys think of this one and I can't wait for this week to be over. Not only will that mean no more AP tests, but I'm also going to Supercon in San Jose this weekend. Should be pretty awesome.
No, I don't own Death Note, we all know if I did, it would have ended with L and Light eloping.
Ki11 me, Ki55 me
The detective reveled in the little involuntary jerk of the younger man's hips as he pushed his pants down and stroked the heating shaft more rapidly. Meanwhile, his other hand was slipping down the elegant curve of Light's spine. All the way down.
"L..." His ex-suspect shuddered violently and arched his hips, his hair shining as he threw his head back. Three fingers pushed into him, much more smoothly than the previous time. "Ah, ah-!"
L's lips twitched to a slight smile as he wriggled his fingers, continuing to pump both his hands as the man below him groaned passionately. A moment later, he removed his fingers and moved up to align their hips, pressing flush.
The brunette's body jerked as the older man's length pressed to his own, the slick skin pressing together in a perfect way and he reflexively hooked his arms around the neck of the man above him. "How can you possibly go again?!"
Really, even if it was nice, he was kind of getting tired of being rendered nonverbal. And- Mm, that felt good...
"Sugar and Light-kun." Pale lips kissed their way down the exposed neck and collarbone, over the numerous circles of raised blood coloring the skin, continuing down the slender chest to suck lazily at a pink nipple.
Light tilted his head back, arching subtly into L's mouth as his breathing grew shallow and he closed his eyes and suddenly bit his lip to stifle a shout as L bucked, the head of his shaft edging in.
The detective's lips twitched to a small smile as he moved deliberately in the other man, pulling halfway out and thrusting hard back in, deeper. He continued moving, one hand straying down to the erection between his parted thighs, circling the tip with his thumb as he lowered his head, working a peaking nipple with his mouth. He no longer had to be so gentle, the brunette wasn't made of glass.
Said brunette responded by wrapping his arms around the older man's back and fisting his hands tightly in the unruly hair, his own spine arching with need as he moved his hips in time, soft moans forcing their way past his lips in time with L's ministrations.
Seriously. Last time.
The detective was almost slamming into him, sucking at the skin on his chest so hard, Light had to wonder if all those popsicles and lollipops didn't do wonders for his tongue. Or, he would have wondered if L's hand wasn't brushing up and down his length in time with his thrusts, and his low husky voice near purring, "L- Nn-Light-kun-!!"
The younger man was shouting again, his voice near dying as his hips bucked in time, his body shaking violently. It was getting more and more difficult to pull his strength together to do anything, but he managed to fist his hands tightly in the detective's hair and wrench him back down into a needy kiss.
Yes, needy, so what if he liked kissing L, as if anyone else wouldn't!
Apparently, it surprised L more than anyone as his eyes widened even further. After a stunned silence, he returned the kiss eagerly, securing his arms tightly around Light and pulling him up to sit in his lap.
Light was panting, his eyes wide as the new position combined L's completely unnatural reserve of strength with the suddenly overwhelming force of gravity pressing him flush to the man bucking deeper and harder inside him. A violent shudder ran down his back as L's hand followed the curve of his spine gripped his hip tightly, and his thighs tensed on either sides of the detective's hips. He shouted into the kiss, meeting L's movements and thrusting his hips down roughly, every muscle in his body tensed and shivering.
The detective groaned loudly into the kiss, pushing his tongue into the younger man's mouth insistently and slamming twice more into the tight body above him before Light screamed, his body convulsing as he came, L's release filling him.
The brunette heard the other man whine softly as his movements slowed, continuing the kiss languidly. He had never been this tired in his life, he felt his fingers and toes go numb, then his arms and legs. His amber eyes slowly slid shut as he attempted to return the kiss. Before long though, he broke it, his head falling to L's shoulder and his body going limp, half draped over the detective's pale chest.
Wasn't there something that was supposed to happen if he passed out...? Something... L wanted? Oh, who the hell cared anyway, screw it.
The muscles in his body were still quivering slightly even after he fell unconscious.
L looked down at the younger man, lips curved in a slight smile. Carefully, he turned them both over, laying Light down and pulling back, petting his shiny hair like a cat before turning settling on the bed next to him.
Then he bent down, opening the miniature fridge below the nightstand and fishing out a canister of whipped cream.
--
Light shifted slowly, his breathing even and peaceful until it was broken by an indistinct mumble.
Oh, God, what did he do this morning?
.... Oh, right. All that stuff.
.... That better be sweat making him feel sticky right now.
After a moment, he pulled himself together and opened his eyes. "Mn...?"
L leaned down, kissing his ear before pulling back, saying soothingly, "Light-kun is rested now?"
The younger man nodded slightly, closing his eyes and letting his head fall to the side. "Mm..."
Wait a second.
His eyes snapped open as he looked down at himself before his eyes widened and he flushed bright red, shoving up on his hands. "I was kidding!!"
There were stripes of whipped cream crossing randomly across his chest, focusing around his nipples and a large heart drawn over his stomach, the point of it trailing all the way down his pelvis to the tip of his length.
He really hated his life sometimes.
Above him, the detective cocked his head, confused. "But Light-kun promised whipped cream."
"I- Yes, but I was being- It wasn't an actual invite for you to make me pass out and-" He looked back down at himself, the redness creeping down his neck.
The older man followed his gaze, nodding in approval. "Light-kun has made me hungry and turned me on. That sort of combination will increase my eagerness by..." His eyes flicked up as he ran the calculations. ".... Fifty-three percent."
"... And your original eagerness was...?"
L blinked, conveying his disbelief. "Was Light-kun not there to experience it?"
.... Touché.
Light facepalmed (A.N. I dislike author's notes in the middle of a story, but I know I'll forget to mention it if I don't write it now. Yes, I made a word. To facepalm: to smack yourself in the face with the palm of your hand. Spread the word in urban dictionaries across the nation.), muttering quickly, "Just get this stuff off of me."
He wasn't even trying to avoid it anymore. By now, he knew he'd only dig his own grave deeper.
The detective leaned down, lapping at the cream covering a pink nipple, a low sound of approval humming in his throat. He swallowed, licking his lips and looking up at the younger man. "Light-kun is even better with sugar."
The brunette shuddered, not moving his hand from his face and now thankful that it blocked at least some of his expression and blush. His other hand fisted in the covers at his side as he said, "Five times."
L paused, smiling softly and leaning back down, cleaning the rest of the cream carefully, sucking the sugar from the tanned skin. "Light-kun is wonderful every time."
".... If we go just one more time, will you promise to let me sleep for as long as I want?"
"Two." The detective finished licking the sweet and moved to the other nipple, sucking at it roughly and swirling his tongue around the sensitive nub, his hand trailing up the brunette's thigh.
"Done- Ahh-!" Light's body jerked as the hand covering his face moved to grip L's tangled hair and he closed his eyes tightly, arching his spine as the older man kissed down his stomach, licking up the cream enthusiastically.
... He really was going soft, wasn't he.
... Figuratively, anyway.
--
An hour and two orgasms later, Light's hands fell from L's back, his nails bloody to match the deep claw marks on the detective's back. He was panting heavily and his skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. His almost closed eyes flicked to the man above him. "Sleep...? Please?"
L pushed himself up on all fours, pulling out of the younger man, his elbows trembling slightly, threatening to buckle. He collapsed on top Light, his own breathing just as labored, but his own eyes still open and alert. ".... Yes."
Thank. God.
Light closed his eyes, almost immediately asleep.
--
L let Light sleep through the night and drifted in and out of consciousness himself a few times. Hours later, at what L guessed was a reasonable time, he pushed himself up carefully, looking down at the prone body still dozing below him before leaning down and pecking the boy's cheek. He stood surveying the state of the room with mild amusement as he pulled a fresh set of clothes from the closet.
Blankets tossed to the other side of the room. Sheets half thrown off the bed. Light's normally flawlessly white shirt crumpled on the floor. L's own pants piled with Light's by the bed. An empty whipped cream canister on the bedside table. Another half under the bed. And last, but certainly not least, Light himself splayed out on the bed, the sheets barely covering his body and every inch of skin visible covered with hickeys and bite marks.
This scene gave him a wonderful idea. With an eighty-five percent success rate.
He walked out of the room, shuffling slightly as he made his way to the holding cells and opened the door. "Misa-chan, good morning."
The blonde looked up at him, blinking her bright eyes. "Ryuzaki-kun?"
L nodded, taking a step inside. "Yes, Misa-chan. Are you feeling well today?" She must not have been expecting him, considering the severity of the crime she'd been charged with. But now that Light was practically in the clear, it was obvious this woman couldn't have acted without a much more intelligent and strategic person behind it. And as long as that person wasn't in the building, there was no harm in...
"I... guess." The blonde suddenly bounces slightly, looking up at him hopefully, her eyes full of blind optimism. "Can I see Light-kun!"
L blinked, looking down at her and saying in a staged thoughtful tone, "Well..."
The pop star almost visibly wilted, her pigtails drooping slightly as she stuck out her bottom lip in a pout.
"... I suppose I could allow it, yes."
She immediately brightened, gushing happily. "Oh, thank you, Ryu-chan, I miss him so much!!"
The detective let the nickname slide and continued, "He's sleeping right now though."
"Oh... I don't want to bother him, but... Well, I don't think he'd mind if I just came in for a little while, he must miss me too!"
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind." He began untying the complicated knots attaching the vast amount of bonds on the girl's person.
Misa sighed with near-ecstasy at the prospect before her as she stared off into space, she'd get to see her Light. "Thank you..." She jumped slightly, looking at L again. "Ooh, would you give me ten minutes though? I need to wash up, put on makeup." The pop star giggled softly, tossing her hair. "You know, do the girly thing."
"I suppose." L stepped back and led the young woman from the cell, up several flights of stairs to a large bathroom. "There are many cosmetics in the cupboards, help yourself."
Misa bounced on the balls of her feet, almost squeeing. "Thank you so much, Ryu-chan, you're the best!" She kissed him on the cheek and skipped into the room, closing the door behind her.
"...." The detective shook his head, going to the kitchen to make a list of the sweets he wanted and attaching it to the fridge with a magnet in the shape of a chocolate-covered strawberry for Watari to read later. He returned to retrieve Misa twenty minutes later.
It was a long list.
"Are you quite finished, Misa-chan?"
"Almost done, I promise!" A few moments later, Misa emerged, her hair perfectly arranged and shiny and her face made up. "Is Light-kun staying in a cell...?"
The detective shook his head, walking down the hall towards the elevator. "No, his name has been almost completely cleared, so there is no need."
The blonde sighed with relief, following close behind. "Oh, that's wonderful to hear, he must be so happy."
L nodded, internally counting down the seconds until they got to the end of the hall. Eventually, he opened the door, stepping aside and scratching his calf with his toes. "Here you are."
Misa smiled up at him, overjoyed. "Thank you!"
She darted into the room and L closed the door quickly behind her, leaning against the wall and tapping his thumb against his mouth. "Five percent chance Light-kun will need assistance."
A moment louder, a loud scream issued from the room. L's lips twitch to a faint smirk despite himself.
"Light-kun, NOO! NO! NO!"
Light jumped, opening his eyes, trying to force his brain into understanding the situation that lead to his forceful consciousness. "Guh, what the-?"
Misa stood in the doorway, her mouth open and her eyes wide as she looked over the scene. Her beloved was... was... was lying on the bed with his beautiful hair messed, and the sheets strewn around him and tangled around his beautiful long legs, with dark red marks up his beautiful neck and beautiful chest and- She shrieked as she noticed the clothes strewn around the room (more specifically that half of them weren't Light's) and the cans of whipped cream around the room.
The brunette's eyes widened as he yanked the sheets up, blushing dark red. "Jesus, Misa, what are you doing here?!"
"I came because I was worried about Light-kun!! I wanted to see my boyfriend, and- and-" She pointed at him, shouting, "I see this! All of this! Why, Light-kun, why!!!"
Light chuckled softly, his voice utterly devoid of humor as he glanced around the room. "Yeah, uh, I'm sure how all this looks..."
... How the hell was he supposed to talk his way out of this one?
"WHIPPED CREAM!! SOMEONE ATE LIGHT-KUN!!!"
The young man's blush darkened and he facepalmed, muttering, "Oh, for heaven's sake."
The pop star wailed, clambering on the bed and forcing Light to lean back on the headboard. "Who was it, Light-kun, who was it, I need to know, I deserve-" She glanced to the side and her eyes widened.
Light blinked, following her line of vision, genuinely curious as to what could make Misa shut up under the given circumstances. His own amber eyes widened as he saw the pair of worn obviously men's jeans rumpled on the floor. He quickly shoved a pillow off the bed to cover them. "Right, those are, uh..."
"..." The blonde blinked, sitting down on her legs as a faint blush slowly spreading across her cheeks, her voice still a stunned squeak. "R-... Ryuzaki-san's... those are Ryuzaki-san's...?"
... Well, this was awkward.