Disclaimer: My name is King, in attempt to be just like my hero I stopped washing my hair, developed a horrible posture and six cavities and I do not own Death Note.
Devil's Trill
I: The Problem of Evil
CH4
A Businessmen's Scheme
"On grounds that have to do with time of death, I have obviously not murdered this poor man as I was interrogating Yagami Raito-san at that time."
"My name is Raito and I'm sure you could've managed."
"Is Raito Yagami-san attempting to convince the respectable Japanese Task Force that I perhaps have an evil twin that slaughters people at his leisure?"
"Why go to extremes? Having an evil twin is only that much likely compared to you slaughtering people at your leisure."
"Raito Yagami-san is very hostile."
"Please call me Raito, Ryuzaki-san."
"Oh? I'm afraid simply calling Raito Yagami-san by his first name alone seems hardly appropriate."
"You insisted we call you by your first name so it seems only appropriate I would want the same to go for me."
"Ah, that makes a good argument... But Raito Yagami-san has a lovely last name. Mine is a little too... morbid for my own taste."
"Perhaps we should call you Ryuzaki L-san?"
"Raito-san is very hostile."
"You yourself said that 'the game is on', L!"
"For the last time, I was quoting Ambrose Bierce! 'The gambling known as business looks with austere disfavor upon the business known as gambling'!"
"That's completely irrelevant! You're so lying!"
"Raito-san is very hostile!"
A little more than disturbed by the idiocy of the situation, the Japanese Task Force was tending the crime scene some twenty feet away.
Arayoshi Hatori, Age 33, VP of Marketing for Yotsuba Group, lay face down in a pool of his own vomit and bodily fluids, the trail of the mess he had made originating just a few feet off from the bickering boys.
"...so what are the children doing here, again?" said Aizawa as he threw a dirty look at the pair.
"Ryuzaki demanded to be at a scene so he could make sure we are handling the whole L affair to our full efficiency and since the brutality of this murder is minimal, there is no harm in allowing Light in on it because he helped our other investigations already, so Light's presence will increase the efficiency, that's what he said... in a much more sophisticated vocabulary."
"Sounded to me more like 'let's bring Raito-kun to the scene so he can see I didn't do this and I can rub his face into it, la la la.'" Matsuda pouted unhappily. "When are the crime scene guys gonna be done so we can actually swipe the place?"
Certainly, taking a walk around castle-like mansion of one of the top eight Yotsuba executives was an appealing idea. The size of the manor was something to gawk at alone, not to mention the magnitude of decorations and a heavy price tag on the whole thing.
Light wasn't too happy that the team that was supposed to be investigating and keeping him safe from that maniac with gummy bears over there, was too busy staring at all the gorgeous and expansive things around Hatori's house.
The decorating wasn't done by the dead man personally anyway; some designer really cashed in on this gig.
But seriously.
"Do they know the exact time of death yet at least? And is the card real?" Light eyed the trademark L business card un-pinned from the back of Hatori's very expensive suit and now located in a plastic evidence bag.
"TOD is at four hours ago, and the card has to go though the lab and get clearances for comparison, very secret stuff," Matsuda's back of the head told Light as the rest of the young detective's body was almost physically admiring a particularly ugly painting. "We're actually got the results from that card at the Koi Pond yesterday. Took 'em like what, three days?"
Light sighed.
Was the Yotsuba executive murdered in this large and beautiful room purposely to distract the detectives?
Even his father seemed side-tracked and at loss, and Light understood this was for different reasons entirely. Soichiro tried all means to keep Ryuzaki away from him, but it wasn't too long before Ryuzaki started playing dirty and threatened to cut funding if he and Light weren't included in the investigation, leaving the old man no choice.
Light could tell his father did not trust Ryuzaki even the tiniest bit, and Light knew if he didn't come up with something against Ryuzaki fast, he'd be very much dead by tomorrow morning.
Unfortunately for him, the creepy bastard's childish and very un-threatening antics managed to throw Light off.
Particularly when the said creepy bastard failed to open a bottle of sweets with a child-protection lock on its lid.
No, really. A flipping child-protection lock. Even Matsuda opened the bloody thing for him in two seconds.
"Matsuda-san, is there an identified cause of death as of yet?"
"Well, poisoning, obviously," Mogi answered for his colleague. "If my guess is any good, looks like Sarin."
"Sarin is a form of a very rare and dangerous gaseous poison," Ryuzaki began to dictate in a tone that was getting typical of him, "Extremely toxic substance whose sole application is as a nerve agent. As a chemical weapon, it is classified as a weapon of mass destruction by the United Nations in UN Resolution 687. Production and stockpiling of Sarin was outlawed by the Chemical Weapons Convention of 1993."
Light stared at the man icily.
"You seem to know a little too much about this Ryuzaki-san. What is this, the definition from the textbook where you got the recipe?"
"No." Ryuzaki stared back at him with his huge eyes and very seriously hooked his index finger in the air, "Wikipedia."
"You conveniently memorized Wikipedia's detention of Sarin just in time for this?"
"I have memorized the entire Wikipedia, Raito-san."
"You're lying."
"Raito-san is very hostile."
"Settle down, you two," the chief of Kanto's NPA muttered. The CSI guys, (who were purposely misinformed of the real situation of the crime) were packed up already.
"The house's all yours, gentlemen," on of them said to Soichiro. "Off-record, aren't you supposed to be on the L investigation?"
"Limited resources. Taking care of this in-between," the head of NPA responded automatically.
The men left.
"Who exactly is informed of the situation, Yagami-san?"
"The entire team you saw the headquarters; they are to stay inside and investigate the evidence, the patterns. The officers you see here, Mogi, Ide, Aizawa, Matsuda and myself are going to work this in-field, I assure you we are more then over-qualified and capable. You and Raito. Nobody else."
"No one else knows about Raito being our witness either," said Matsuda.
"Witnesses," Light corrected. "The hotel clerk, remember?"
Everyone seemed to have forgotten the hotel clerk that checked him and L into that dump of a hotel Light woke up at just two nights ago.
Ryuzaki looked at the investigation team suspiciously.
"And just why is it that I was not informed of the existence of a second witness, Yagami-san?"
"Well," the oldest detective began hesitantly, "it wasn't that we were hiding her. She's no use of us because she's dead.
Dead. Light's heart sunk.
"...L-"
"No, not L. Her girlfriend killed her in a fit of jealousy the very morning after he saw you and L, very unfortunate, she was very young and could have helped us clear up this... mess. Kyomi Takada, we caught her twenty minutes after she did it; she will be out on bail tomorrow. Trial in two months. L has no connection to her murder, I assure you, Ryuzaki-san," Soichiro added quickly.
Kyomi Takada, third year of To-oh, one of Light's many ex-girlfriends... was strong and proud on the outside but a complete mental mess inside. Light wasn't that surprised; but really, just his luck.
"Yeah. Oh, didn't Raito-kun go to the To-oh with Takada?"
"Yes, I did, I can't believe she would do something like this."
"Could we please move on with the investigation now?" Ryuzaki ordered, and everyone snapped and scattered around the spacious sitting-room. "Raito-san stays and speaks with me."
"What is it, Ryuzaki-san?"
"Raito-san has lied just now," the black-haired hermit announced, "brilliantly," he added.
"What are you talking about?"
"Takada-san. Raito-san could believe Takada-san would do something like this."
Damn it, Aizawa was right, Light was losing his ability to lie; though a moment after he realized that Ryuzaki was the only one who noticed. Odd.
He tired again.
"Well, I didn't particularly know her, I knew of her, top third-year and everything. A lot of people crack under pressure; it is more than unlikely she would finally snap."
But instead of agreeing with him, Ryuzaki just cocked his head curiously.
"Brilliant," was all he said and walked off.
Light stared. He was sure he nailed that one, and though people like Aizawa could sense he was a liar, no one, no one ever has caught him in act. So he just stared at Ryuzaki's back as the later was digging a wall with his fingernail like it was the most important task in the world.
But then again, Ryuzaki was odd, and so was everything about him. Light could sense Ryuzaki's dangerous mind; though the boy wasn't exactly sure of its extent, he knew for certain that it was entirely different from anything he had ever encountered.
It was scary, scarier even than the fact that Ryuzaki was L.
He was a genius, maybe even of a higher caliber than Light himself.
Someone smarter than me.
"I have discovered a vital piece relevant to the investigation!" Ryuzaki suddenly announced, catching immediate attention of everyone in the room.
"This," he pointed to the wall he was just picking at, "is a wall."
Or maybe not.
"Yes, Ryuzaki-san, this is a wall," Light said, annoyed as he came to stand behind the man to look at 'the vital piece' for the lack of anything better to do.
"Is this not important?"
"No."
"But houses have walls, is this not important?"
"It's just a wall, Ryuzaki-san."
"But it is a different wall."
"No, just a wall."
"Walls in my house don't do this," Ryuzaki scathed at the wall and some plaster dust came off.
"It's drywall Ryuzaki-san. Very common and fast to build, nothing important."
Really now. Did he have nothing better to do than peel his own walls?
Walls in Ryuzaki's house are probably solid walls, concrete, wood panel, block, something like that. Beautiful ones that weren't insulated since he could afford to have the heat cranked up all year if he wanted to.
Expansive walls.
Rich slob.
Hold on. Weren't they in a house of a rich slob?
Light made his way to the adjoining wall and scratched it – nothing, a block wall.
"Hmm."
He came back to Ryuzaki where the odd man was still staring at the odd wall.
"Hm, this wall is different," Light stared at it for a minute.
"Renovation?" Matsuda said from behind the duo.
"Most likely."
Light examined the wall again. The drywall took only a piece of the continuous wall with French doors and numerous paintings. The rest of it was solid block. A shelf with various decorations. A lamp, a power outlet with a cord sticking out of it.
"Probably some contractor's idea of keeping whatever budget gets left over," said Mogi who was inspecting the contents of this wall. "Anyway kid, get over here and help me take down this painting; there's a safe behind it. Doubt it, but maybe L wanted this guy's luchmoney... or maybe Hatori's hiding something. And if Ryuzaki-san isn't too busy, maybe he can help me too."
A drywall. A drywall versus a solid wall.
A solid wall is just solid. A wall. A solid wall.
A drywall is done on frame walls.
Frame walls are frames with drywall over them...
A frame wall...
Power outlets. Hidden power outlets, in fact this particular one was the first one Light had seen in Hatori's entire house.
This one was odd too. Just like the wall it was sticking out of.
And the cord led to... the illuminator behind Mogi's painting.
But all other paintings had illuminators behind them also, and a powersourse was apparently built-in into the wall for each one of them.
But this painting, the painting with a safe behind it...
"MOGI DON'T TOUCH THAT PAINTING!" Raito yelled suddenly, causing Ryuzaki to nearly trip and grab onto his shoulder for balance. "Nobody touch anything!"
"Raito, what-", his father began.
"That's a frame wall! A frame wall is a framed wall, a hollow wall with a cavity in it. Empty space!" Light half-yelled in panic. "The outlet!" he pointed.
The team that gathered around the wall looked at the innocent power outlet with a cord that led towards the illuminator.
"The powersourse for the illuminator in the same as for all the other ones, it's built-in the solid wall, and the fake drywall ends before the painting! The cord is fake just like the wall; the cord goes into the illuminator, into the powersourse and exists behind the painting where the safe is!"
Ryuzaki was the first one who understood, because before Light could finish that sentence, he was already running towards the exit door.
"The safe is connected to whatever the hell is inside that wall though that fake cord and fake outlet!"
Aizawa and the Chief started running for the door as well, and Mogi was already on the phone.
"I need the Bomb Squad in here, NOW!"
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"Raito-san has saved us all!" Said Ryuzaki in triumph as he stared at Light with the most cliché stare of worship an hour later as the Bomb Squad was exiting the building with a freshly deactivated explosive device. Light was right.
The bastard knew, Light thought, he practically spoon-fed that damn wall to me. If I haven't noticed, he would've pointed it out himself.
Why?
Why would he want to see Light figuring it out?
Why the hell would L expose something he himself set up?
"Raito-san is very, very intelligent! His personal records that I have obtained praise his intelligence but I was not expecting this! Inelegance is a very attractive trait, Raito-san!" Ryuzaki was quipping and then his face dropped and went completely blank and his wide eyes widened to impossible size. "I am impressed," he said comically in monotone.
So you were testing how smart I was?
What the hell for, did you go though all that trouble setting up that bomb to see me figure it out? Would explain you coming along with us...
And now that you've been in danger and 'almost killed', it surely makes you look less like L...
But how did you set this up?
You were interrogating me when you killed him...
The only piece that did not fit was just how the hell did Ryuzaki pull this off. Not personally? No, L worked alone, killed people himself, personally.
How did you do this?
And how did you know I would recognize you so you would set this up?
That was simple, Ryuzaki could in no way possibly know Light would recognize him as L, and time this so perfectly; there were simply to many variables left to chance...
Unless...
I'm looking at this completely the wrong way.
"I have a better theory," Light began slowly, the idea still developing in his mind.
"Hatori was killed in his own house. This is not very important if you think about it, but his house is gorgeous. We all were gawking and distracted. Maybe the reason he was murdered there was so that we would all be distracted. And not notice the wall."
"The crime scene guys bag the evidence, look for murder weapons, those things, they secure evidence, bag it and leave it where it was found, for the investigators. They don't check anything that doesn't catch their immediate attention."
Yes, this made a lot more sense, and Light frowned at it. This wasn't good, not for him personally anyway.
"Now, this is where the investigation team comes in, this is where we already know L did this. What is one of the first things we check in a wealthy house?"
"The safe," Matsuda called out.
Ryuzaki was sitting perched up in the far chair now, just staring at Light with no expression with his thumb in his mouth. If the man could look surprised, Light figured this would be it.
"Yes, the safe. Now, we touch the safe, we get blown up."
"So L was targeting us?" asked Mogi doubtfully.
"Targeting everyone and everything that was in the room. That bomb would set fire..."
Ryuzaki had tiny smile on his lips, one that stretched the lower portion of his face and softened his eyes. It was a careful smile, one that was appreciative; the kind that said 'good job, you did well, I wasn't expecting this', and since Ryuzaki sat behind everyone else, the tiny smile was only for Light to see.
It was a good smile.
You're adorable, you goddamn psychotic killer.
"...so it would destroy the evidence."
"Why would L destroy the evidence if we already know its L anyway?"
"Exactly," Light finished with a heavy heart. "This is an L murder because L is known to be here, L is known to go after rich slobs and he left the L card, typical of an L murder."
"We see the evidence and conclude L murdered Hatori. Then the evidence gets destroyed before we get to test it, but everything fits anyway so we still believe L murdered Hatori."
Light's father dropped heavily into a nearby sofa.
"L did not kill Hatori, this was just a very good cover-up," Light said finally.
You didn't do it after all.
"So what now?" asked Aizawa, "Do we just follow the money?"
"Who would profit from the death of a top Yotsuba executive?"
"Yotsuba itself."
At this point, Ryuzaki was giving Light shameless bedroom eyes.
Exhausted, Light stumbled back to his tiny rented flat at two in the morning again. This was bad. He'd already missed quite a few lectures and hadn't showed up for work for nearly a week. The flashing answering machine told him that there was a high chance it held a message that would happily inform him that he was fired.
He didn't care though. Not now anyway. He'd check the message and figure something out tomorrow. At this point, he'd been more then willing to take a few weeks off school and move back in with his family.
He was exhausted. From school, from work, from life, from L.
Ryuzaki now demanded that because of Light's brilliance, Light should work the L case along with the rest of the team.
He needed a brake.
Absently he looked around his living room. Dim, enough light came from the streetlights outside to see his belongings, but still fairly dark. Not much to look at – some old furniture he bought from a Thrift store. Books. School things. An armchair with The Myth of Male Power balanced on one of the handles.
Oh he remembered how he hated that book. It dealt with power and superiority – something he could easily analyze and present as something what the professor was looking for, yet something he altogether disagreed with.
That book...
First semester.
He had not touched that book since first semester.
It was now second.
He had neatly put it away in the shelf with the rest of the useless garbage school made him read and swore he would never touch the filthy thing again.
It was now second semester.
Light knew he had not touched this book for months.
He had definitely not moved it from the shelf to the armchair.
He had never even used that chair.
Someone else did.
Someone else sat in that chair; someone else took out that book.
Someone other than him was in his apartment.
Rather...
Someone else was in his apartment, someone was expecting him, someone spent their time reading that book and sitting in that chair while waiting for him to get home.
Someone was in his home with him right at that moment.
He unfroze a moment later, pretending that he noticed nothing out of the ordinary, took off his jacket, made his way back to the closet by the front door.
Just pretend you don't know he's here. Just get back to the door and...
He casually put his jacket on the hanger, flicked the light switch on... nothing.
"Huh?" He tried again, suppressing the urge to panic. No luck. The lights were dead.
Well, this might be a good thing...
"Gah, stupid light bulb..." he muttered as if to himself, "Bet the neighbors have some extra ones..."
He heard a shuffling noise behind him, small but he was sure he heard it.
Calm down, calm down, he doesn't know you know he's here, just walk...
Pretending that he heard nothing, he started towards the door.
Another noise...
Breathe Raito, one step, two, three...
He darted but a gloved hand came behind him and clamped his mouth shut before he could scream for help. Light was half-expecting this, so he drew his foot back to kick his attacker in the kneecaps.
The attacker, who Light was sure was male, easily evaded and instead took Light's head in a headlock while still keeping a hand over his mouth and muffling any screams.
Light tried to elbow the man in the ribs, but that came out with equal success as his first attempted kick. Though as the man evaded that, he had lost some of his ground giving Light an opportunity to retaliate.
He stomped on the man's foot at the same time twisting his body out of the tough grasp, almost successfully if it wasn't for the headlock that only tightened... Light tried for the kneecaps again, this time knocking the feet from under his attacker.
The headlock was lost and stumbling, Light ran for the door, and only a few feet away from the door he was tackled to the ground.
He opened his mouth to scream but a hand slammed into his back so hard it knocked the breath out of him and all that left his throat was a low whimper of pain. He attempted to turn around but the attacker grabbed his hair roughly and held his face to the ground.
Getting up again was not an option since the man was sitting directly on top of him and holding him down with insane force.
Light tried screaming again but his mouth was clamed shut and he could taste his own blood and the leather of the glove in his mouth almost immediately. His lungs hurt, so did his tongue because he probably bit on it amongst the chaos.
He could hear the man's labored breathing come closer to his ear.
"Easy, you don't want me to gag your pretty mouth do you now?"
The voice came in a whisper, a hushed low tone and Light immediately understanding the implication of the situation started tearing violently from his attacker.
'Inelegance is a very attractive trait, Raito-san!'
No, no, no, no, no, no, NO, NO NO FUCK NO...
His efforts were futile, but when the man holding him down realized they would not cease, he grabbed Light's hands and with much effort tied them behind his back.
"Temporary," he said still in a whisper and Light realized that the bastard won't speak up above it: not many people knew that although voices differed from person to person, whispers were virtually undistinguishable.
Though Light had a pretty good idea who his attacker was anyway.
He was lifted to his feet and rougly shoved back into the apartment, further from the door. A hand still held his mouth firmly shut and he was positioned in a way that even as they walked, the man was pressed into his back and his own head was directed straight ahead so he could not as much as turn back and steal a look at the man.
Now though, looking at him was not his top priority. Getting away was...
They stopped, well the man stopped while Light still continued his attempts to wrestle out of that damn strong grasp.
"Hush now, I shall not hurt you."
"Mmmph!" Won't fucking hurt me? Who the fuck are you kidding?!
And then he saw it. A syringe on his coffee table, yet another little something he had definitely not put there. He tore, jumped, tried to kick, no luck, and he was forced down on his knees and a hand reached out from behind him and grabbed the needle.
Light's fighting got desperate.
"Mmggh!!"
"I said hush, this will calm you down."
Fuck...
In horror, Light watched helplessly as he the needle pocked him in the main artery just under his throat.
It's fucking over.
"It'll start working in a minute, hush."
Light whimpered. He could do nothing; there was no point in fighting anymore. What had the bastard given him? GHB? Poison? Some shit that paralyzed him yet kept him awake while the fucker carved him up?
Poor collage kid let out a pathetic sob, barely audible. The grasp on him was loosened the second he got injected and he wasn't in as much pain anymore, but that only comforted him so much.
"Mmh..."
"Mild tranquilizer, a sedative. It will calm you down so you won't fight; it will make things easier. Shh, let it work."
"Mn nu nnnh."
The man sighed.
"I will let you speak if you promise not to scream."
"...Mmh."
"I shall take that as a yes than."
He felt the leather pull away from his lips slightly, enough to allow him to speak yet close enough to clamp his mouth again should he attempt to scream.
It took Light a few moments to gather his breath and enough will to speak. He could already feel the strength leaving his body, leaving behind limp heaviness. At this point, he would not be able to run anymore.
"...who are you?" he asked quietly.
"You have met me before."
"L."
"Yes."
"Ryuzaki."
"No."
"You're lying."
"I am not."
"What do you want?"
"I thought that much is obvious."
"Are you going to kill me after?"
"No."
"You're lying."
By now Light's knees did not hold enough strength to even stand up. He felt exhausted, tired. But not sleepy; he was fully awake. It was his traitorous body that was week and could do nothing.
His power, his strength, his ability to be in control was all stripped away from him. He was helpless. Tears made in to his eyes and he sobbed. He felt powerless, pathetic.
"Hush, I said I shall not hurt you."
Light watched a blindfold cover his own eyes and darkness surrounded him completely.
If he was blindfolded though, that meant that L did not want him to see his face. That meant that there was going to be an 'after'. This was comforting, Light was going to survive.
Survive...
He should not take the blindfold off, he realized. The unknown would be what will keep him alive.
He felt his hands being untied and he was easily lifted to his feet. He could barely move, but his weight was fully supported and slowly he was guided towards his own bedroom.
Survive...
"The bed is right behind you, sit down."
Light did as he was told, voluntarily. His hands were untied but still he could do nothing, he heard the leather of the gloves crack as they were being taken off. Survive...
He was forced towards the middle and then pushed down into the mattress flat on his back.
He felt the bed dip around him and his shirt was being unbuttoned.
"Would you tell me your name?" the man said conversationally.
"You know my name."
"I would still like to hear it from you."
Do as he says and you will survive.
"Yagami Raito."
"Ah. Light."
The sound was strange. His name was always pronounced in Japanese and though it was originally English, he never heard it pronounced the correct way; nor had he really ever thought about it. Light...
"You may call me L, Light."
"Yes."
His shirt was completely removed and when L started unzipping his pants, Light told himself to focus on something else, anything just not think about what was happening to him.
Like convicting the bastard.
It was Ryuzaki, he was sure of it. He knew it, he just did. Though he could not smell the soap, he could smell water, a lot of pure water – Ryuzaki probably stood under water for hours just to wash away the smell of soap.
He could also smell his own toothpaste on L's breath. Same toothpaste he was using twenty-seven times just this morning. Probably to clean the smell of sugar and rinse his mouth as well so Light couldn't taste the sugar either...
No. Go back to L, just don't think about it.
The blindfold. Ryuzaki probably wanted to keep up his little game. Light would be allowed to live though this, yet he would be left powerless to point fingers again...
Because nobody would ever know.
Nobody would ever know of this. Of my humiliation. Nobody needs to know. I won't tell anyone, ever. It will be as if this never happened.
His pants were removed and Light was left in nothing but his socks and briefs, his naked body left to shiver in cold of the room.
L bent over him, and though blindfolded, Light imagined Ryuzaki's face inches away from his own. Softly nipping on his cheek and temple, L gently trailed his lips down to the boys' jaw line and from there continued upwards with small licks and kisses.
This isn't so bad, Light told himself. If L was careful enough, he won't hurt him. Just don't piss him off and it'll be fine...
He felt a cold hand slide up the warm flesh of his chest to his neck and then snake its way under his head and tangle in his auburn hair. The back of his skull was massaged and he tilted his head back into the touch thus exposing his neck to more small kisses that came there almost immediately.
His breathing was begging to speed up and Light decided to allow it; it would probably be best this way.
L left his neck and trailed his tongue over Light's lower lip, obviously wanting entrance. Light allowed that also and his mouth was invaded. L swiped past his teeth, probing, exploring, before finding Light's tongue and tentatively tried sucking it.
Should he respond?
The hand that wasn't occupied messing up the back of his head trailed one cold finger up his ribs causing a shiver run up Light's spine. L was fully on top of him now; Light could feel what he imagined to be a white three-quarter sleeve shirt pressing tightly against his chest.
L was very cold.
The man trailed his hand fully up his abdomen and pressed an open palm to his ribcage, sliding it up to Light's chest.
"Ah..." he gasped into L's mouth before he could stop himself as the cold flat of the hand went over Light's left nipple. "Aaah..."
Yes, this was alright.
He carefully moved his tongue against L's, enough for it to seem like and accident in case the man wanted him to do nothing but lie flat on his back and expect to be taken.
L grabbed Light's head painfully by the hair, pulled upwards and tilted back, making his mouth open wide for L to invade him completely, with passion.
Light didn't have quite as much 'passion' in him but still he twirled his tongue along with L's in a soothing for himself motion, though not too enthusiastically.
L pinched his nipple then and Light gasped again. Satisfied with the reaction he did so again, harder this time. Light's breath hitched; apparently his nipples were very sensitive and it felt like something very private was being attacked.
L's mouth left his lips, and Light knew that he was being watched now, admired even.
The fingers that so rudely pinched his nipple a moment ago curled and he cried as the man dug his sharp fingernails into the sensitive nub.
That one hurt, but L did so again and Light clenched his teeth. Damn it... aaah!
L's mouth, the only part of the man so far that was warm and pleasant descended on his assaulted nipple and licked it gently.
"Mmm..."
L delicately pinched the nipple he left neglected between two fingers and the tip was hardening rapidly.
Light was getting aroused by this; he wasn't sure if that was a good thing but if he was allowed to actually get off, it would hopefully make the experience much more ples—
"Aaaaah!"
L bit his poor nipple harshly and pulled up without releasing it. That definitely hurt but felt good to a much higher degree...
He felt L's knee wedge its way between his legs and nudge on his half-hard member though the underwear.
Light made a pleased noise at the back of his throat and L left his nipple to capture it with his lips, and this time Light opened up quite willingly.
Mmm, this was good... when was it that Light lost his mind to this?
L rubbed his knee against Light's erection and the boy actually nudged his hips forward, if just a little.
"You like that." The foreign vibrations were sent down his throat and Light scraped his teeth against L's tongue, sucking on it and licking it with his own.
He was held firmly now and L's skin was begging to heat up.
Everything was heating up. It was a fucking hundred degrees in this room...
And then Light stilled altogether, and his breathing stopped because L shoved his hand down his underwear and now held him in his hand...
This was oh-so wrong, no, bad...
"Shhh," L's soothing voice came to his ear, "I said I won't hurt you, just relax and enjoy this..."
And then Light saw stars when the man fisted him fully and pumped once. It was wonderful, a lot more wonderful then all other handjobs he had ever received, and it felt good and so wrong...
He was being kissed again, held close by his shoulders, his hair being stroked soothingly as L's hand worked it's magic and it wasn't long before Light's member was fully erect and standing up proudly.
The little noises that left his lips were all greedily swallowed and his face was being worshiped with kisses... there was no stopping it, it was wonderful...
For the first time during the entire encounter, Light lifted his hands and gathered just enough strength to drape them loosely over the man above him.. his muscles were limp; he wasn't even sure how he could be aroused during this...
Light arched his back as L caressed the tip of his erection, squeezing and tracing the slit.
"Mmm..."
L left his upper body altogether, and it was cold again, though Light's palms remained on the man's shoulders as he trailed heated open-mouthed kisses down the flat of his stomach, dipping his tongue into his naval on his way, and the sensation was delicious.
"Spread your legs."
Obediently Light did as he was told. L used his free hand to rip off the last remaining article of clothing that mattered leaving Light bare in his socks.
The hand that was pleasuring him left his member and unwillingly, Light let out an unsatisfied grunt and which L chuckled.
He then felt his legs being grabbed from underneath his knees and lifted up, bent an then moved far apart, leaving him in L's plain view with nothing left to imagination, and this is where Light woke up from his sexual daze.
This was going to hurt, but pain didn't matter as much as the gravity of the humiliation. His was going to be taken, overpowered, stripped of his dignity and forced into submission. By another man.
It was then that Light realized he would rather that needle had poison in it so he could inject it himself... he would rather die than go though this. He couldn't, he simply couldn't bear it, he thought he could but he couldn't, no...
He felt his own hot tears wet the blindfold.
He felt fear flush though his veins as he felt passion just minutes ago.
He felt L's finders draw tiny circles around his puckered opening.
He felt no strength left in him to clap his legs shut; he felt things, overwhelming things.
He couldn't bear it, he sobbed hard and realized he was losing his erection.
No, you have to, remember you have to survive, don't piss him off, don't... it's alright...
But convincing himself was extremely ineffective and his body couldn't fight the violent shivering that suddenly overwhelmed him. Shuddering, he sobbed loudly and turned his head to the side. It was suddenly freezing.
He heard a low sigh come from L's general direction between his own legs. The cold fingertips that were pushing against his tiny hole were now doing nothing but stroking it without much pressure.
He heard the bed crack and felt L come up and lay his head on his shoulder. He felt a hand in his hair, massaging the back of his skull in the familiar pleasant and soothing manner.
Light refused to respond. He just couldn't; his member definitely lost most of his hardness already and any erotic spell that he was under was broken.
It was just Light and L now, and the filthy act L was going to make him do.
"Come here," L ordered without ceasing his advances.
Light could still feel the offending fingers ready to open him up. He kept his head turned away from the man and just sobbed.
"Come here," L repeated.
"No."
L had a habit of sighing. The fingers were removed and Light was flipped from his side to his belly, nose touching L's. They were close, pressed up against one another and L's hot breath tickled Light's face. The boy could feel an impressive erection pressed into his thigh. It was significantly warmer, though the tears didn't stop.
"Would you willingly sleep with me?"
"No," Light whimpered, still sobbing.
"I have said I will not hurt you, I promise to make it as comfortable for you as I can, and I plan to keep my promise. What do you say to that?"
He couldn't. L was going though all this trouble...
But Light just couldn't. L was enjoying the response he was getting, loved the noises Light made, enjoyed seeing him spread out and erect... he liked seeing what he could do to Light. That's how he got off.
Light knew now, the greatest pleasure L was getting from the encounter was Light's reactions. His own voluntary responses were what kept the man gentle so far. He really couldn't complain, L was careful enough with him, though this was nothing less then rape.
Yes, this still was rape, no matter if Light enjoyed it or not and no matter how tender and sweet L would ever be to him.
It was rape.
Humiliation.
Along with this came the cold realization that Light was responding to this because it was rape. L had power over him, and Light realized that his arousal was caused by pure threat of the most dangerous man in the world having him, Light, and having him at his complete power and mercy.
It was danger, adrenaline. Fear. Something he'd never experienced before, something he would likely and hopefully never experience again.
Something he resented to his core, being dominated like that. He loathed it and he was aroused by it.
And still he couldn't go though this willingly.
L would just have to do it without Light's cooperation.
"And you are sure there is nothing that would convince you otherwise?"
Light shook his head again and wrapped himself into a tight ball, trying to shrink out of existence altogether.
Everything felt heavy and painful, his arms and feet would barely listen to him. He was naked and cold. His arousal was lost and his member was completely limp. It was dark; he wanted the wet and sticky blindfold off. It felt horrible.
"I see," at this Light sobbed harshly but L continued, "I am a murderer, Light. Not a rapist."
Light took a moment to think this over.
"Are you going to kill me now?"
"No."
The hardness that was pressing into his thigh was going down.
"I recognized you, Ryuzaki. I know it's you. Don't lie to me, tell me what you're gonna do to me."
"I will not kill you now Light, nor am I 'Ryuzaki'."
L put a piece of paper into his hand.
No, not money. Too small and hard.
"Of course you're not. You killed Ryuzaki Rue just like you'll kill me. I'm not a plaything in a dollhouse, stop toying with me; stop toying with everyone. Please."
"Hush now, don't talk so much," L said as he ran his hand though Light's silky hair, untangling the knots he himself made.
Light didn't have much more energy to talk anyway. L was soothing him though; the bastard had morals after all.
"My DNA is all over you, you may do anything you wish with it."
Light knew he would do absolutely nothing with it.
He clutched the hard paper in his hand.
Molestation was better then rape only by so much.
Light remained in his little ball as L threw a blanket over him and left.
He dared to take the blindfold off hours later only as the sun was begging to rise.
He looked into his hand.
A plain white business card with a glittering L on one side.
Nobody will ever know.