Disclaimer: My name is King, I've been suicidal for four days because I've found out my true bra size is 36A, and I do not own Death Note.
Devil's Trill
II: Things Important
CH12
The Big Plan
It was now only the matter of time before Ryuzaki Rue was discovered as L.
And something was already wrong, and Matsuda was a dead giveaway. The man fiddled with his fingers and picked the ground with is toes, and every time he passed L he broke into sweats and knocked something over. But had the L investigation team been coping without one dead giveaway of an officer in crotches, L would have noticed the way Ide's bushy eyebrows drew together, or the way Chief Yagami played with tape when he thought no one was looking.
L curled into his ball and hugged his knees and counted, because counting was all he could do to stay calm for an entirely different reason.
Mello was capable of everything.
L asked him to report how while taking a walk around SakuraTV, Mello saw somebody shoot Kyomi Takada.
But this was Mello, and asking Mello to do something was as good as... well, asking Mello to do something. He was capable of sweetly telling the interrogating officer how he and L had imaginary sex and then insert a sob story how he was L's distant cousin and how now he was pregnant.
In short, L counted seconds and waited for someone's phone to ring and declare the main NPA building with a thousand or so officers in it in the state of siege.
L realized just how much he'd managed to screw things over this time.
He'd exposed himself to police.
Nice, L. Good job.
Mello was the worst he'd done. Any of the four FBI members catching a whiff of Mello would draw a large, flashing arrow in L's direction because Mello, who didn't bother remaining faceless (or rather, was known for his leather), was a common sighting around L.
It was now only the matter of time before Ryuzaki Rue was discovered as L.
His options weren't broad at all.
He could grab Mello and disappear, and hope Matt could get everything police had on them out of the NPA database. This was bad because it left Light and L-team as credible people to compile credible sketches.
He could put together a nice list of people who'd seen him during his stay in Japan and kill them. Unfortunately that included Light.
He could grab Mello and Light, get Matt to hack NPA and kill everyone else. This would make Light sad, so this wasn't a good idea either.
He still had the families of the five officers on a 'vacation'. He could always resort to threats, but threats were never reliable.
L groaned mentally and curled into himself tighter.
This was bad.
It was now only the matter of time before Ryuzaki Rue was discovered as L.
And a jumpy Matsuda, Ide the Grinch and the hopelessly taped fingers of Chief Yagami were sure indicators that there was already something they all suspected. And it wasn't L's affair with chief's son, either.
Crap.
L informed Watari of this and put Matt on standby because it was really all he could do.
When Mogi and Aizawa did bring Mello back, they came back looking uncertain and anxious, particularly towards Light and his father. Mello's expression was uncharacteristically depressed and Mogi's coat draped around his shoulders suggested he managed to strike a note of sympathy in the man.
And that could mean only one thing. L glared at Mello and the Barbie smiled sheepishly, but their little exchange went unnoticed in the growing awkwardness.
Mogi approached Light.
"Raito, we have something to ask you."
Light tensed, as if he was expecting this and the sole reason he spent the afternoon with his back to the team was the dread of hearing that sentence.
"Yeah, sure," Light smiled politely and turned to face Mogi.
"Mello here," Mello made himself uncomfortable in the adjacent chair and observed the all the interesting properties of the floor for added dramatic effect, "is our brave L witness."
Brave, huh. Oh, Light was going to kill L for this.
"He has come forward as and L witness and victim." Victimized, brave Mello picked the thread of Mogi's jacket. "Raito, answer honestly. Has L visited you after you saw him at the Koi Pond?"
The chief looked up at this.
"He hasn't..."
"Chief, don't."
"Has he, Raito?"
"Have I seen L after Koi Pond? No." What a great twist of truth, but L figured Light knew it will not pass.
"Raito, I know this can be hard..."
"Don't pressure him, Mogi."
"Has he-"
"No, I haven't seen him-"
"That wasn't the question, has he visited you?"
"Hey, whaddaya mean Mello's a victim?"
"Raito-"
"Shut up Matsuda, Raito-kun..."
"He hasn't."
"Is that the truth?"
"It's the truth."
"What victim?"
"Rape victim."
"Wha-"
"God! Has L visited you, Raito?"
"No!"
"Raito-"
L didn't care about the outraged face of Chief Yagami, Matsuda's internal epiphany, Mogi's pressure or Mello or Ide or the cake.
Light looked ready to cry and L couldn't take it; it felt like he was having a breakdown with Light.
"Stop it!" Light screamed.
"Stop it!" L copied and hopped to his feet and physically blocked the five officers from asking Light any more stupid questions.
"Ryuzaki-san, we can't do that, he-"
"Shut up!" L turned to Light, and Light pleaded L to take him away from it all with his eyes, and if something inside L's shrunken little heart snapped, Mello would sure as hell tell him about it later.
"Raito-kun," L commanded and Light to answer this time, and Light's pleading stare turned desperate, "has L visited you since the Koi Pond incident?"
Light screwed his eyes shut and gripped the arms of the chair. It was barely audible when he forced a "yes" leave his lips, and when he did, the simple word poisoned the air.
Somewhere behind L, Soichiro Yagami collapsed into a chair and Matsuda whispered an 'oh my god'.
"Has he touched you?" L demanded to leave no doubts for the team.
Light made a high sound at the back of his throat and with the expression of eating a lemon, he nodded.
L wished Light said 'no'. L also wished that 'no' was the truth.
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But things only got worse.
A few days later, Misora Naomi, with her shoulders proudly drawn back and chest full of confident air, stood in front Reye Penber on the doorstep of the L HQ. In her right hand, she had a suspiciously official-looking warrant, requesting FBI to be allowed on the L-team.
L didn't really care how she got it, and Reye Penber didn't even pretend to care.
"Misora, this isn't our wedding rehearsal," the man rubbed the bridge of his nose in annoyance. L supposed he was used to this by now. Misora Naomi was known for her uncanny ability to disreguard any and all plans and fly across the country to an alleged L-sighting; it was no surprise a petty thing like her own wedding ranked so low on her to-do list.
She immediately accused Ryuzaki Rue of being L.
L hoped to leave the country before this sort of thing came about, but plans were something he lacked in the past few weeks.
The team's skepticism towards Light's initial convictions was slowly fading away.
Light was removed from the team and L's presence.
He was kept under strict guard of twenty-something cops at a spacious hotel suite of nine hundred-something square feet and triple as many surveillance cameras, all courtesy of his father.
Ryuzaki could not get close to him, and L most certainly could not, either.
L needed a plan.
"I need a plan," he told Mello.
"You can't raid the hotel," Mello sang as he absently browsed though a Misa-Misa fansite.
"We-"
"We can't raid the hotel either. You fucked me over enough already. It's not possible, anyway. We can't do it, dude, just drop it."
"Fine," L huffed angrily, not in the mood for sweets, "I need another plan."
"Well, here's an idea. Kill 'em all, blow up the hotel, get a hobo that looks like you and burn him beyond recognition. Then skip town. L killed 'em all. The end."
Suddenly L was overwhelmed by nostalgia and could almost smell Light's girly shampoo. He threw his bag of untouched licorice into a paper bin.
"Not an option. I want him back."
"L, for fucks sake!"
"Mello, I'm serious."
"Well excuse me, what the hell else you gonna risk? After you got him, what are you gonna do?"
"Mello-"
"No, I'm gonna tell you what you're gonna do. One night, after you've kidnapped him and kept him for a week at most, you're gonna wake up next to him and realize you can't keep yourself to him, and you don't like him in captivity as much as you'd liked him free. You're gonna get out of bed, grab a gun and while he's peacefully sleeping, you're gonna shoot him in the head."
L sighed, relaxed his stiff muscles, collapsed limply into a couch and screwed his eyes shut.
That was the likely outcome. One night, just about when Light would be getting used to the idea of being held captive by a murderer, L would realize he can't commit to something like this. The image of himself getting out of bed and reaching for the gun was real, a real recollection of what he'd done before, over and over again, but instead of those other beautiful men sleeping peacefully in his bed, L imaged Light.
And it hurt.
"I don't want to do that," he said quietly.
Mello shrugged.
"I can't guard him from you, you know."
"I like him."
"Right."
"Can't you do something?"
"Nope."
L groaned and slapped himself in the face.
"What the hell am I am thinking."
"No shit."
"Can't you do something about that at least?" What the hell else did L invite Mello over for?
"'Kay," Mello finally got off the chair, unplugged L's computer and grabbed as much candy as he could carry and comically carried the stuff past L into one of Ryuzaki Rue's guest bedrooms.
"Come on, whacha waiting for?"
L grudgingly got off the couch and shuffled behind Mello. The blonde dumped the candy into the middle of the bed and got on. L collapsed behind him and hid his face in the pillow, much like Light had done only a few days ago before he was rudely taken away from L.
Light this, Light that.
"Make me stop thinking about him," he groaned.
"Okie-dokie, take your pants off?"
"Not helpful."
Mello only giggled and parked a pillow onto his folded legs and reopened the Misa-Misa website.
"My advice," he said, "is you should get a hobby. Like this one," and he spun the laptop to have L come face to face with a mostly naked Misa Amane in a pose that kids these days called 'modeling'.
L admired the girl's plump breasts, poorly hidden by a bra.
"Light used to date her, you know," he told Mello.
Mello took the laptop back to admire the pretty girl himself.
"Not bad, not bad. What the hell is he doing with you?"
"Mello."
"Right, fine. Hobby. Okay, you take a celebrity and you learn everything you possibly can about her. Like this one." Mello again span the laptop around to show L Misa Amane in a playboy bunny outfit.
"That's stalking."
"Whatever. She's hot. Matt started it, anyway."
"Why would I be interested in her?"
"Well because. She's an open supporter of that psycho cult, you know, the 'Dear Kira, shut the fuck up'?"
L threw the pillow away and ripped the computer out of Mello's hands.
"Dude, chill! Want some condoms or something? I'll leave ya alone, just you know, wash your hands?"
L ignored him, instead he scrolled down to Misa Amene's blog to find what he was looking for in pink and swirly letters.
'I think Kira's great. The whole concept of justice is really screwed with people today, and it's good that somebody thinks things should be set right. That L guy is really bad, and police can't get to him. If a cult manages to get him, they'll be my heroes. I hate criminals.'
"...L? Ellieee? Hello?"
The date this entry was posted five days ago, back when Light was still free to walk the streets of Japan.
L's motivation jumped up like an Easter bunny.
"I have a plan!"
"We're gonna have a threesome with her, yes?"
"I need Matt, where is he?"
"Uh, eww? Matt's my bitch, all mine..."
But L grabbed Mello by the collar and dragged him towards the elevators only to drop him and come back to get the candy. He stuffed as many chocolate almonds into his mouth as would fit, and with a computer under one arm and Mello in the other showed the Barbie into a car and made him drive, because despite Mello's reckless driving habits, he was still a safer driver than L.
"Get me to Matt."
"Gotcha. Whacha thinking?"
L told him.
"Holy shit, seriously?"
"Yes."
"And you're planning to-"
"No."
L told Mello his plan.
"Dude, if that fails, you'll be screwed-"
"Mello, truck!"
Mello was still a safer driver than L by a mile.
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"Matt."
The redhead in a striped burglar shirt waved his gloved hand in L's general direction. What L suspected to be a homemade herbal roll hung loosely between his lips and smoked.
"Matt, stop smoking pot in front of him, it's rude," Mello told him and kicked him in the back.
L found himself breaking up the small scuffle in the interest of saving time.
"I'm at your services," said Matt finally, still clutching at a few strands of blonde hair.
Good.
L handed Matt a hard copy of Light's complete profile.
"I need you to prove to me this is Kira."
A few hours later, Matt called L in from the dirty kitchen where he and Mello were having a debate about truffles. It was amazing how Matt was capable of solving things in the matter of time police had never dreamed about.
"This is surveillance from a cellphone store of Kyomi Takada purchasing a disposable phone." A grainy low quality video popped up on Matt's computer. "They're untraceable if you're a newb. High clearance military can trace 'em."
"This," Matt pointed at an overly simplified map of Tokyo, "is where four calls to Kyomi Takada's disposable phone were made from." Four red dots lit up randomly throughout the map.
"These are paid phones. This is the route of two busses that go around there." The route lines came very close to the red phone dots.
"These are hourly pings of Tsuki Yagami's phone," the ping dots were exactly at the bus route lines.
"Now this is just me showing off." Matt pulled up a YouTube video of a boy breaking his leg while skateboarding, and in the background was none other than Light Yagami in a phonebooth.
"Hah," said Mello in passive wonder, "you were right."
Light was a crazy vigilante after all. L would deal with the conflicting feelings later, after he got his hands on him.
"Thank you Matt."
"There's more, just spit it out. There's always more."
"I need Matt to get me into a highly guarded hotel suite."
"For how long?"
"A minute will do."
"Make it twenty, he needs to get laid."
L glared angrily at Mello.
"I need a minute to have a conversation with him."
"And nineteen more to get laid."
"Yo! People!" Matt waved his hands around. "Where, how many guards, surveillance?"
L gave Matt the address and it took the alien-worshipping hacker under two minutes to pull up complete list of guards and even get a live feed of Light watching TV.
"I can get you in there, I can get you out, I can't get him out, don't even ask."
"That's fine. Surveillance levels?"
"'Kays, there's a bunch of live surveillance with live security... it's better to do it at night when he's sleeping; it's less conspicuous to switch the feed to a recording of a sleeping guy than a guy watching a show that aired four hours ago."
"Can you disable all surveillance?"
"Yup."
"For how long?"
"Twenty minutes," insisted Mello.
"I can do twenty, but that's pushing it. They refresh the feeds and check up on him every half-hour, there's barely a window there... L, you gonna have to knock out a guard."
"Matt, this is critical. What kind of surveillance is there?"
"Live cameras, recording cameras, live bugs, recording bugs. The whole package. He's like Rapanzel in there, I swear to god. I can overwrite the live feed stuff and scramble the recordings. It's safe, you just gotta get outta there in time."
"Matt, I need you to leave the sound recording devises on."
"What?"
"Find out which sound recordingdevise is hardest to disable and leave it on."
"It's a go," L reported into a tiny microphone.
"Lights out in eighty seconds, stand by."
L waited patiently, at first toying the rubber band around his wrist, then peaking at the dark hotel room though an airvent. A small bed was tucked into a far corner with a clear outline of a person under the sheets.
L made himself swear he will not hurt that person no matter what.
And then he heard district noises of the main mike being wrestled away from Matt.
"Dude, can we watch?"
"Matt, please hurt Mello."
A very short radio silence later, Matt cut the cameras and L cut the bolts, removed the lid and quietly lowered himself into the still room. His black socks touched the ground softly and then he swiftly darted to the side, having a gun at ready. He saw movement, but a moment later he realized he just saw his own reflection in a mirror through an open door of the hotel's bathroom.
Quietly, as if he wasn't even there, L stood up from the floor and straightened up. His own reflection scared him; a tall black-clad figure in leather gloves, ski mask and a gun at hand stared at him though the mirror and L decided he will never let Light see him like this.
There were panic buttons all over this place, and L grudgingly had to bring rope.
He didn't want to do it this way, but Light deserved something nice. The whole ordeal went by quickly and a minute later Light lay flat on his back with his hands tied to a bedpost, blindfolded.
Of course he fought, but L pressed his body tight to the one beneath him, wrapping his arms around the shaking boy and holding him down.
"How the hell did you-" Light stilled considerably, but he still shivered.
Fear.
"I'm a professional, Light, don't forget that."
Light jerked and yanked at the restraints, and L could see red marks forming on the silky wrists already.
"Don't do that, I'm not here to hurt you."
He had no time, so he ripped the blue sleeping shirt off and Light kicked when L pulled the boxers off the beautiful long legs.
"Hmm," L whispered in amusement, "you seem to be ready for me."
Light was aroused by L's presence alone, despite the fear, despite the restraints, despite everything Light always reacted wonderfully to L, whatever their predicament was.
"Why are you doing this?"
L didn't know.
"Because I want those idiots behind the wall to know you're mine and I can take you whenever I want, right under their noses. They can put their best security around you, but you'll still belong to me no matter where you are or how well they hide you."
"So I'm a trophy thing then?" the corners of the red lips twitched downward in distaste.
"Yes," L lied as he pulled off his leather gloves and rolled the ski mask up to make a hairnet. He couldn't clean this place, he had to be careful.
"Leave me alone," Light whispered.
Again, it hurt.
"To do what? So you can run free with stupid women who can't even take care of you?"
"What?"
"Takada, your crazy girlfriend. She was nowhere near worthy of you. Misa Amane is next. You're mine, only mine."
"What the hell, you're insane! Let me g-mmph!" L kissed him partially because he had no time to hear protests, partially just to silence Light so he wouldn't finish that painful sentence.
L grinded his knee against the exposed member and it jerked.
"You seem to be ready for me, don't you want this?"
"No..." and the boy sobbed.
"Light, I can please you, you know this."
"I know."
"Then why won't you let me?"
"Because I'll like it." He said it as if it was the worst thing in the world.
L did not understand.
"Hush now, just relax. This is for you."
Light was truly gorgeous. His pink skin glowed in the gentle hue of the streetlights and every quivering part of him was beautiful and delicate.
Light was tied, scared, defenseless, flat on his back, completely in L's power. His bound hands shivered slightly and his red lips twitched, and despite it all his red nipples were perky and his silky length was thick and throbbing. L wanted to see his eyes, those scared, clear caramel eyes, staring up at him with fear and uncertainty, he wanted.
Gently, he patted the soft cheek with the back of his hand and Light nearly jumped on a reflex. He thought L was going to strike him.
"I won't hurt you," L whispered softly, leaning down and carefully nipping the soft skin just below the blindfold. "I won't, shhh. It's alright."
The beautiful boy did not relax, though L's careful ministrations and low, sexy whisper made him shudder and his length twitched again.
"I don't have much time," he told Light. If L allowed Mello to push the 20 minutes, he wanted this, so he should hurry up and ram into the boy. Strangely that wasn't what he wanted.
Light jerked at the restrains again and L rubbed circles at where rope cut sharply into flesh.
"I can't loosen these. I'm sorry," he said honestly and pecked at the soft lips. His free hand trailed his open palm down the slight curve of Light's smooth chest and tugged at a nipple but didn't tease, instead L curled his fingers and scraped his jagged, bitten fingernails across the soft belly and past the soft mass of hair.
Light whimpered and L pressed himself against the warm, quivering body and rocked against it soothingly. His lips moved to the tender neck and pressed against an artery, and Light couldn't help but let a pleased noise slip though his lips when L purred against his jugular and sent vibrations into his throat.
"Nh..." L left the warm skin to look at the bothered face. Light must have screwed his eyes shut under the blindfold, because his cheeks wrinkled and lips paled. L traced those lips with a finger, while allowing the fingers of his other hand to trail down the hard shaft.
Light shivered again when L's hand reached the tip of his erection and L enjoyed the texture of the wet slit against his fingertip.
He kissed him on the lips and left the upper regions of his body altogether to focus on Light's throbbing erection in his hand.
"I haven't done this to you before, please be patient," he advised and kissed the inner thighs when they tensed in concern. "You will like it."
L had never done this to Light because he had never bound him, and he wasn't one all in favor of pleasing his partner and neglecting his own needs. But this was Light. L wanted to please him.
It was strange.
Still gently, L pinched the thick member at its base and kissed the round, red tip almost symbolically before giving it a generous lick. It tasted bitter, and L wasn't sure if Light tasted differently from anyone else, but because it was Light, L loved the taste. He lifted it up and had to hold it up because Light would not willingly allow himself to have a full erection without a lot of help. That was fine. L nibbled soft and hot underside down until he reached the base cupped the sensitive sack with the palm of his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze and Light tried to kick him.
L grabbed a wild leg mid-air and clutched Light's ankle hard enough for Light to remember who he was dealing with. Slowly, the long legs fell apart limply, as if giving up.
L continued. His chapped lips scraped the foreskin and his hot tongue lapped freely at the organ. Small moans were already coming from above, and L spanked Light's behind hard enough to set a law against kicking before scratching the defined separation between the base and the tip with his sharp nail.
Light yelped but kept his legs obediently apart. So far so good. Carefully, making his intent clear, he pinched the wrinkled skin near the slit and pulled at it slowly. Pinching was painful, so was pulling. Perfect toes around L dug into the sheets.
By now, Light was thicker and redder, and the pulsating blood was visible though the vein on the underside. L pressed his lips against it and counted the escalated pulse while pulling the skin away to make it as tight of the boy as it would get. L was sure nobody ever touched there. He slipped a finger in between the folds of skin and Light hissed. L knew it stung.
"Shh," he said.
L slipped his tongue to where the finger just went. The skin there was raw. L ravished the red tip with saliva. Clear precum mixed with L's spit, and L estimated Light had about five more minutes, and L had ten until he had to leave.
He reached down a picked up an ice cube out of the hotel's champagne-less champagne bucket and checked to see if he hadn't lost the rubber band. Cautiously again, Light stilled.
"Don't kick," L reminded, blowing gentle air of the wet organ. Ice felt cold in his hand, and slowly L pressed it against the skin of a silky thigh. Light jerked and whimpered, and his shaft twitched against L's other hand while L's thumb was still picking at the slit.
For this, it was best to tie Light's legs apart, too, but L simply didn't have enough time, and if Light hated it, L would stop. The ice cube started to melt rapidly against the hot flesh and it left a wet trail as L traced it higher up Light's thigh and into areas where ice should never go. Heavy shudder tore through Light's muscles when L moved the cube around the sack and the pulsating erection.
"Gah!" Light cried, bucking his hips away. The melting cube moved smoothly along his thick erection and when L swirled it around the tip, some of the precious harness went away. Quickly L replaced the cube with his mouth and deep throated the boy, putting the cube against the curve of the lower cheeks. More precum streamed down, and the hot body twitched wildly.
"Haa..."
Good.
L pushed the ice into the cheeks until the only way further was a way in. As L sucked, Light cried in odd pleasure L's mouth and ice brought him. So ice was alright, and it was melting quickly against Light's entrance. L felt the inner muscles clamp shut as another shameless, loud moan came from above.
The ice was still sharp. L swirled the chunk around the tiny puckered circle until the jagged edges melted away. Good enough. L only had six minutes.
Slowly, L pushed the ice against the resisting entrance. Light tired to kick around aimlessly and tore against the restraints, but it was in vain. Eventually, the tight, puckered hole gave and the ice slipped effortlessly inside of him.
"Fuuc-c aaaaa..! HaGOD fffu..."
L licked and sucked and pumped the ready shaft. It worked, and instead of losing his erection, Light dug his heels into the mattress and cursed and bucked his hips in effort to get the ice out, but L pushed his finger in and kept the ice going forward. Light tender insides were wild; they clamped down and relaxed and tightened as Light fought the battle of his life, and a loud, pleased cry tore thought the room when L managed to get his prostate with whatever of the ice cube hadn't melted yet.
Light was ready.
Before the boy understood what was happening, L wrapped the rubber band tightly against the pulsating organ.
"Fuc—wa… dya FU do..ooooin'?!..haaa." Light was so beyond, words failed him. Despite the band, L jerked the boy off, pushed the ice aside and rammed his prostate with his fingers. His mouth wouldn't do any good at this point, and L pulled himself up to watch the gorgeous creature weasel and jerk and buck against the sheets. Tears soaked the blindfold.
"Ple-p.. ssss lemme, LEMME L fu…" Just a little more. The orgasm Light was about to have was nothing compared to the two minutes L had left.
After forcing another finger inside Light and curling it against his prostate, Light cried and L snapped the band off, capturing the bloody lips the boy chewed on throughout the whole ordeal.
White, silky liquid shot out generously. L licked it off his fingers. Light collapsed back and panted as if all air in the world was not enough.
Shakily, fighting his own erection, L pulled his gloves back on and untied the abused wrists and lifted the shaking and panting body away from the stained sheets and carried him into the bathroom and lowered him into the bubbling bath.
L supported the lolling head as he dipped it into the soapy water once. The blindfold was soaked and tilted to the side, and L fixed it hastily before resting Light's head against the edge of the tub. Light still couldn't catch his breath.
L ran out, tore the sheet from the bed and crumpled it to keep any hair or saliva he might have left inside, and jumped into the airvent just as he'd heard the front doors burst open.
A/N: I know I cut out all A/Ns and stopped writing them, BUT I JUST HAAVEE TOOO!!
What the hell is L planning? Oh the suspense! Anyone got even the slightest idea? Bwahahahaaaa!!
L: Miss King really likes theories, (and apparently bondage). Thanks to everyone who reviewed.
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