Hello, again.
Our patterns have fallen on the same numbers again, I see?
Or maybe this is the first time. Regardless of our circumstances, it's nice to meet you. I'm LyingMonsters, quite obviously.
This is the second chapter of Low Light, again an obvious yet aesthetically pleasing thing to state, wherein the Mature rating of this story really comes to play.
Welcome, and please enjoy yourself. This celestial dance is mine.
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L could practically taste the acrid tang of this tipping point, where he had two choices. Some would say more, but in the end, everything had two choices. You acted, or you didn't. You lived, or you didn't. You chose to continue along the dark claustrophobic tunnel towards the delicate young man with the beautiful brown eyes, or you didn't. And L did.
For a split second, L reflected on the fact that he didn't know who Light was jerking off to. The thought amused him.
'What are you doing? Or, should I ask who did you imagine you were doing?' L asked. Light seemed in shock, sluggishly processing L's words until snapping to alertness.
'Nobody.' L nodded patronizingly, and Light bristled. 'It wasn't you.'
Immediately afterwards, Light regretted saying that-he didn't think he could have made it any more obvious-but L didn't react. Outwardly. For a second, Light indulged in thoughts of what L must be like inside his head. Maybe the detective only showed emotion there; or had he really given up so completely?
But the moment passed; there were more important things to consider, like the amused way L was watching him.
'Who even said I was doing...anything?' Light whispered the question rhetorically, his tone just a bit too fast for L to believe him even as a supposed unbiased judge. L let him wait for just long enough to look away, which coincidentally, was the right amount of time for L to make some sort of a plan that probably wouldn't work.
Logically, if he could challenge Kira across the airwaves and have Light chained to his wrist, L should be able to look Light in the eyes at this moment and not get distracted. But both of those were gambles where he couldn't lose, and this was not part of the great game that was the Kira Case. This was something entirely separate and therefore took a different kind of strength.
Light looked delicate, like he had been shredded and only barely mended. L wanted to fix him, to find every shard Light might have lost and put them all back together to the point where the scars faded by themselves.
But that never happens.
The next best thing would be gilding the cracks and holes, because in the end, they were Light's history and what made him the brilliant rival he was, not embarrassments to hide. But first, L would have to push him to the edge, see how many cracks he had.
L hoped that Light was truly this fragile. It would be entertaining, for lack of a better word, to put him back together, but even more fun to break him.
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Light took a deep breath. Then another, almost choking on the inhale. It was hard to look L in the eyes, but even harder to look away, like the mythical snakes who could mesmerize their prey and make them unknowingly stand still while they were devoured.
Did that mean Light was the prey? Did that mean L was the hunter? It certainly seemed so. The glaze in L's eyes was nothing but predatory lust. L smiled, soft and slow, luxuriously, with the practiced grace of someone who knows their audience isn't going anywhere; whether or not because of their own choices or not was irrelevant. He drew a hand out from underneath the covers. An arbitrary motion if not for the droplets of whiteness that clung to the fingers.
'It seems we both need some form of release from this tension, Light,' L said. 'Could you, somehow, find it in yourself to do something with no strings attached?'
'Are you asking for a one-night stand?' Light whispered. The thought enthralled him. To fuck somebody without the attachments, without the consequences. It was the worst and yet best thing he could possibly think of doing. A bit like L.
'Just for tonight.'
Just for tonight. Just one night.
To have this agreement with L would be violating. Part of Light wanted the relationship more than the sex, but more of him just wanted to be fucked hard and fast by L, just once, and leave it at that. They could do that, right? Sex with no feelings? People did it all the time. It wouldn't matter, anyways, because once the case ended, they would never see each other again. And Light would be left with the taste of L on his lips and too many strings and memories to clean up.
Light was different than normal humans in the terms that he was constantly making decisions he would never be able to step back from. This was one, and all he hoped right now was not that he'd look back and regret it, but that he could do this without leaving part of him behind with L. He hoped L would take care of the piece.
'Fuck this,' Light growled. 'We're both going forget it in the morning.' A little less than a statement, a little more than a question, almost a plea. Please. Because if they didn't forget it, then it would add a thousand more threads to the web of lies they were already tangled in, so thick barely anything short of of death could free them now. They'd hold the tattered shreds around them like a cloak against the world forever, memories of a different time, of this night; just for tonight they would promise to forget.
Just for tonight, when they would moan each other's name into the sheets and, even now, pretend that they didn't have feelings that controlled them more than the other way around. Just for tonight, because this night seemed like an entire universe apart, alone, of not so much lying as omitting the truth.
Without another word, Light's mouth collided with L's in a bruising kiss. That was a mistake. L was absolutely fucking talented, his tongue going from a gentle presence to drawing Light's into his mouth and commanding him with an expertise that demanded, can you keep up? Are you good enough for me? And Light barely could. He was breathing heavily already, and this was just kissing.
Soon, L pulled back, directing to another spot: Light's sensitive neck. His teeth closed on the tanned skin, and Light veritably jumped. It was a sharp pain, followed by a steady, intoxicating burn. He wasn't sure if he liked it yet.
'Do that again,' he said, looking imploringly up into L's dark eyes. The detective tilted his head.
'So you're that type. The kind who need pain to remind them if they still exist...how human.' The last word comes out as a bestial hiss. 'I can tell, Light-kun, just from the look in your eyes.'
Even if L was right, all Light wanted right now was more of that slow heat.
'Please. Again.' He closed his eyes and begged with the motion of his body. 'Please, I want more.'
'You can wait,' L responded, almost absentmindedly. He was focused on the beautiful canvas of Light's skin...a blank canvas, ready to be marked. L cautiously placed his teeth on the skin with the hesitancy of someone who has shot a gun exactly once before and is now bracing themselves for the recoil. In some ways, Light was exactly that. A dangerous, beautiful thing that, for now, L could do as he wished with, but would serve another the same. But for now, this was L's weapon of flesh and want, and he was going to use it up.
Light shivered but barely moved, an invitation for L to do as he wished. That was all the permission L needed. He attacked the smooth, porcelain perfection of Light's stomach, marring it with deep purple bruises but staying far away from the border of Light's boxers, his hand wandering upwards to fondle a rosy nipple. Every time, Light jerked and muffled sounds escaped from his mouth, but he stayed relatively still and silent. L didn't like that. He wanted Light screaming, moaning his name over and over. He would remember L, his body would. Always after this.
L suddenly paused, and after a moment's hesitation, pulled Light in closer.
'Tell me what you want me to do to you,' he whispered. Light took a deep breath, nervousness suddenly at the front of his thoughts.
'I want to be...I want to be claimed. I don't want this to be gentle lovemaking. I want you to fuck me until I can't breathe, wear me out, use me up.' Light was breathing harder and harder. 'And no more foreplay. No more waiting. It...I just need something else right now. Please.'
L decided, right then, that Light was right. No more foreplay. That was for people who weren't using their greatest rivals as sex toys. No more waiting, not tonight. Neither of them deserved it.
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'Suck,' L commanded, sliding two fingers into Light's mouth as his other hand pulled the last pieces of clothing off both of them. Light eagerly obeyed, sliding his tongue around the two digits until they were thoroughly wetted with saliva. L withdrew them from Light's mouth and inserted one slowly. Light squirmed, he'd had toys in him before, but nothing that was like this. Only one finger; it was huge and yet far too small at the same time.
'M-more, more, L,' Light whimpered, shocked by the needy tone of his voice and yet unsurprised by the words. L didn't say anything, but another finger was immediately slid inside him, and he groaned at the invasive feeling.
Two minutes later, Light huffed.
'Goddammit, L, this is getting us nowhere. Fuck me already,' Light demanded, the end of the sentence draining away as L scissored his fingers.
'Aren't I?' L asked, but tried to finish stretching Light out faster than before.
'Finally, you're-ahh-done,' Light mumbled. L had a sudden idea.
'Open your legs. Now,' he growled. The effect the one sentence had on Light was staggering. The fight drained out of him completely, and he obediently complied, the perfect image of submission. L drank in the sight, nearly pushing his already aroused and hard self off the edge with images of Light's quivering body splayed below him.
'So easy,' L murmured. 'So easy to make you do that for me. You wanted this, didn't you? You were so ready for me to fuck you senseless, you whore, push my cock inside you and pound until you screamed, that you practically laid yourself out on a silver platter. Because it's so simple,' L hissed, 'so simple to make you spread your legs for me, you dirty little slut. And you know what happens to sluts like you? They have to be taught a lesson.'
Light was hard beyond compare, overstimulated from a thousand angles that all led back to L's taunting voice.
'Please, teach me a lesson, I want it,' he begged. His head seemed full of fog, fog and L's smile.
'You're going to remember this one,' the voice said. Then L was inside him, filling him to the brim, like nothing else ever had.
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L planned to fuck Light senseless, blow his mind. What he didn't expect was for Light to be so absolutely tight and hot that he practically pulsed, pulling himself almost completely out and thrusting back into that knot of muscle, over and over again; this was heaven, this delicious silky heat and Light's practically pornographic moans every time he hit that one spot, no, abused it, feeling Light tighten around him ohfuckyes, this was heaven.
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Of all the choices you've ever made, which ones led you here?
Can you make a choice that is a mistake if you had no other choice?
::Feeling your breathing, your heart beating, and just listening to the rhythm
-LyingMonsters