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Light stopped at the top of the staircase, leaning half his body over the filigree handrail to peer down below, but once he saw the figure that was in the doorway, any feelings of annoyance and grievance vanished, and Light had practically lunged down the stairs to throw himself into the person still standing on the threshold.
L grunted as the momentum caused him to be backed into the doorframe. “Kira-” He began, perhaps in greeting, or perhaps in chastisement, but whatever the intention, it was irrelevant, because Light had already pushed his lips into L’s, aggressively kissing and lapping at anything he could reach. Cut off mid utterance, L’s mouth was slightly parted, and that opening allowed Light to delve further, insert himself deeper, scraping and biting with his teeth and tongue.
He was being quite forthcoming, Light realized this, but could he really be blamed? Finally, the wait was over. There would no longer be any valid excuses for further delays. Light was about to have what was his, and he would be damned if he were to be denied any longer. At this thought, Light licked into L’s mouth with want. Yes. All of this was his. The wetness. The softness. The heat. The- Wait, what was that? Ugh. L must have been snacking before he arrived at the villa. Well, whatever. Those were Light’s, too. Everything about L was Light’s-
“Nguh,” Light made a confused sound as L pried Light’s face off his own. Light’s mouth was still open, a slight strand of saliva trailing off the tip of his tongue, his chest heaving with passion and longing, “What?”
“We agreed to discuss the terms of your living conditions upon my arrival,” L said, blankly, as if Light hadn’t been devouring his lips just moments prior, “Or did you already forget?”
“Oh,” Light spoke, but the response was perfunctory. He was more preoccupied with nuzzling into the palm that was still cupped against the side of his cheek, the one L had used to pry him off just now. Fuck you. Fuck me. Why are you doing this? Can’t this wait till tomorrow? “Well, alright. What do you think?”
“I’m thinking about getting your measurements,” L started. The hand that had been on Light’s cheek moved to grasp one of Light’s wrist instead, and Light whined at the loss of contact, “Although I admit there is a certain appeal to keeping you here indefinitely, I’m also familiar enough with your temperament to know it would only be a matter of time until you found some way to escape. Rather than waiting for you to do something risky and potentially hazardous, I’d rather give you the safer option of supervised autonomy.”
Thoughtfully, L’s thumb traced the arc of Light’s wrist, “I’ll have someone fashion a set of bracelets and anklets. They’ll appear as nothing more than decorative ornaments on the surface, but I’ll have it so your location and vitals are being monitored at all times,” There was a brief pause. Then, in a more contemplative tone, “...Silver would be a good color on you.”
“Okay,” Light had already slipped the collar of his bathrobe loose, exposing the entirety of his left shoulder and partially his chest. Placing his chin over L’s shoulder, Light sighed at the warmth. A few strands of L’s dark hair poked at Light’s cheek as he settled into the crook of L’s neck. Leaning closer, Light purred as he braced the weight of his upper body against L’s, the only thing separating their skin being the thin fabric of L’s shirt. “What else?”
“Your privileges,” L continued. He was always so composed, “Though I appreciate the fact that you’ve decided to stop committing murders as Kira, knowing you, you likely still harbour deep ambitions- Just that those ambitions don’t necessarily require you to be Kira. You won’t be happy, living a life of gilded normalcy. You need to be challenged, and you need to be occupied, so you won’t be tempted to turn back to writing names in your little notebook.”
“Mhm,” Light hummed as he mouthed at L’s neck and jaw. For someone who always appeared so scraggly and unkempt, L smelled and tasted surprisingly clean, “Sure…”
“I’ll have to see about the specifics, but that will only come once I can be certain you won’t misuse the freedoms I give you,” There was a brief lull, where only the sounds of Light’s occasional sighs could be heard, before L spoke again. This time, his voice was audibly disgruntled, “You’re not even listening anymore, are you, Kira.”
Light’s mind was already miles away, belatedly returning only when he heard himself being called, “Huh?”
A hand found its way to Light’s hair, and Light winced, a pained cry slipping past his lips as his head was forcibly tugged backwards. L seemed to be particularly fond of Light’s hair. He petted and ruffled it whenever he felt pleased or content, but whenever he felt angry or annoyed, he would pull on Light’s hair without any mercy.
“Honestly, Kira. You really ought to show me more reverence,” L stared down at Light, his gaze holding a careful scrutiny to it, “As it stands, you are entirely at my mercy. Your life and death are in the palm of my hands. I can give you luxury and certain freedoms, but I don’t have to. Your entire existence is solely at my discretion. Do you understand?”
Light’s eyes sharpened.
“You made me into a widow for two weeks!” He snapped, voice filled with blame and indignation, “I’d say we’re even!”
The corner of L’s mouth seemed to twitch, and Light’s scalp tingled from how hard his hair was being gripped.
“You’re entirely inconciliable,” A slight hint of exasperation now laced L’s words, “The bride price I paid has been more than generous. Your parents' monetary needs have all been taken care of. They won’t have to work another day for the remainder of their lives. Your sister’s schooling has been completely funded as well. Meanwhile, you hadn’t even brought a single cent of dowry, yet you’re still so comfortable with giving me attitude?” L made several tsking sounds, “My, what a shrew you are, Kira.”
Light bristled. “Maybe if you actually performed your marital duties, I wouldn't have to be so anxious all the time!”
“Marital duties,” L repeated with a slight snort, “You want me to fuck you, is that it?”
The suggestion shot a thrill through Light’s entire body, because yes, that was exactly what he wanted. Though his head was still tilted slightly backwards, Light’s hand somehow managed to fumble their way to the collar of L’s shirt, tugging at the fabric in anticipation and agitation.
“Hurry,” Light insisted, his voice carried a recognizable edge to it, even as his words had come out in a shuddering breath, “I won’t wait any longer.”
“So demanding,” L complained, yet the hand that was in Light’s hair had already trailed downwards to support Light’s neck instead. Then, he leaned in, and they were kissing again.
Light threw away all sense of restraint and self-control the moment their lips met a second time. Light reacted with eagerness, but this time, L was no longer passive in their exchange, nor did he allow Light to act as he pleased. With one hand braced against Light’s neck and another hand brought upwards to cup Light’s jaw, L was able to effortlessly guide Light to open further for him, and Light involuntarily shuddered when he felt L’s tongue on his. Fuck. That fucking tongue. Light knew just how expertly L could utilize it, not just to prattle on about his analysis or hypothesis, but from the heights of ecstasy he had managed to bring Light to from all the times L had eaten him out. The amount of control L had of that organ was incredible, and Light wasn’t even allowed a gasp as L seemed to invade every fiber of his being, his mind growing hazy with budding arousal.
Abruptly, Light came to the decision that there were still too many layers between them. They were about to consummate, so that simply wouldn’t do at all. Without much thought, Light began to grab and tear at whatever he could, only faintly aware that he was being half carried, half dragged from the doorway. There was shuffling and movement, but it wasn’t what Light wanted! It wasn’t enough! An angry, frustrated noise tore itself from Light’s throat, and it wasn’t until Light felt the kiss break and found himself being subsequently pushed down into a soft surface did Light realize that L had moved them from the doorway to the bedroom.
Light pressed his lips into a tight line, annoyance flickering. If Light had things his way, they would have already been fucking in the entryway, but apparently L still wanted to establish some sembalance of propriety, even at a time like this. Well, this was fine, too. Now that Light had some leverage, he could finally get rid of those annoying things that had prevented him from getting at L’s skin. With that, Light closed his fingers around the collar of L’s shirt, before pulling it over the other man’s head with such force and urgency that he nearly ripped its seams.
“Careful,” L warned, his dark hair rendered even more dishevelled than usual once the shirt went over his head. Light ignored him and went to undo L’s pants, but he was stopped. L had taken Light’s wrist in his hand.
“As flattered as I am by your eagerness, I must ask you to be patient,” Light’s bathrobe had already come loose, so it had been easy enough for Light to follow L’s motion and shuffle out of it, “I have to make sure you’re properly prepared. I won’t have you injuring my things.”
Fuck. Light felt his cunt ache, clenching down on nothing as soon as he felt the pads of L’s fingers pressing up against his opening. A small trail of slick had already dribbled out from between his plush lips, coating the tips of the fingers as they rubbed at the opening, and Light couldn’t suppress the desperate whine that escaped his mouth at the friction.
“I am ready,” Light argued, wrapping his arms around L’s shoulder and neck. Light also managed to hook one of his legs around L’s waist, but his other was being pressed down by L’s hand, the one not currently teasing him, rubbing circles into his cunt. “Ah- I’ve been fucking myself on my fingers every night for the past two weeks because you wanted to make me wait! You- O-oh. Oouhhh…”
Light’s sharp words trailed off into a low keen as two fingers slid in at once. His whole body shook, breath already coming out in short gasps. It was a bit much, but L had evidently mapped out all of Light’s sensitive spots during the time spent chained together. A single, calculated curl had been enough for Light to jump, yelping uncontrollably as his inner walls clutched. Then, as the fingers began to thrust and fuck, Light could only groan and shake, his pussy walls squeezing, causing more slick fluids to gush out from between his legs.
“Ah, ah- Aah-!” Between the fingers stuffing him and the harsh sounds of squelching as Light’s cunt started to drip, Light was rendered delirious with growing need and anxious anticipation. L’s fingers were good, but Light wanted more. He needed L’s cock, gouging him, scraping him, and messing up his insides. He’d needed it since yesterday. Since the rooftop. Since L had chained the both of them together. Light didn’t know anymore- If L’s cock wasn’t in his cunt within the next several moments, Light might actually end up doing something drastic.
“Ah?!” Startled, Light had nearly exploded with rage when he felt the fingers withdraw. Then, he yowled, no longer bothering to conceal the frantic anger and agitated impatience in his words “What are you- Hurry up! Fuck me! Ah- I’ll kill you! I’ll actually kill you! What’s the point of you being alive if you won’t even give me heirs-”
Thud. Light winced as he was shoved firmly onto his back. His legs were raised, placed over L’s shoulders. Above him, L was leisurely stroking his own dick, generously coating himself with Light’s fluids, and as Light’s eyes flickered to follow L’s movements, he couldn’t help but feel his insides clenching in want. Ah… I know it’s because of his race, but it’s still surprising that the difference is that prominent…
“Heirs?” There was a slight hint of amusement in L’s tone as he asked, “Kira wants a child?”
“Children,” Light was quick to correct, “At least three.” Preferably more. Much, much more.
L was settling between Light’s legs as he heard this, and paused mid-motion upon Light’s words. Still, if L was surprised by Light’s blatant honesty in that moment, it was only for a moment.
“Utterly insatiable," L said, a faint chuckle to his voice, and then-
And then he was pushing in-
“Oh-” Light’s mouth was open, something akin to a gasp or a cry escaping him. This was… different. The stretch- The warmth! Light felt his insides unfolding, parting, first around the blunt head, and then inch by inch from the length that followed… The sting from the pain was biting, leaving Light quivering in torment, but it was also divine. It made this moment feel both genuine and real, and Light felt the deepest part of his cunt throb in longing, indicating its desire to feel more of that firm, grounding weight. Had it not been for L’s hands grabbing onto Light’s waist, controlling the pace of his insertion with bruising strength, Light would have already added many of his own smaller strokes onto L’s long, lazy one upon every backwards buck of his hips.
Thump. The tip of L’s length had pressed directly into Light’s cervix, coaxing a shrill moan from Light. It was in. All in. Light gave an experimental clench, pussy walls gripping around L’s cock, as if he wanted to commit every vein, ridge and arch to memory. This was his, Light realized. All of this was his. Light had earned this, and he gave a pleased little sigh at this thought. Ah. Light felt so wet. So full. And L was only sitting there, silent and idle after he had finished stuffing his dick into Light’s cunt. Light’s irritation flared.
“Move,” Light demanded.
The corners of L’s lips seemed to twitch, but he obliged, and began fucking.
“Ah! Ah, ah- Aahh-!” Oh fuck. Fuck. L had not even bothered with a slower, gentler pace to begin with. Instead, he had plunged straight into rutting against Light’s hole with brutal, demanding force, gouging Light’s soft folds wide open upon every inward stroke, his tip jabbing into Light’s cervix with such ferocity that Light could not help but squeal. Heat pricked at the corner of his eyes, and Light’s fingers curled, gripping tightly onto the sheets beneath him. Futile as it was, it was still an attempt to anchor himself against the sharp stabs of pleasure piercing into the very depths of his body. “Ah! Fuck-”
“Is this what you wanted?” L had leaned down, lowering himself so that his upper body was closer to Light’s, inadvertently pushing up Light’s legs that were still settled upon his shoulders, and Light ended up partially folded. Light glanced up, slightly dazed, his attention focused on the cock gliding in and out of his wet hole, the shaft grazing his pussy lips, squeezing out another obscene gush of slick as L’s pelvis slammed back into his cunt even as L continued with his question, “Being at my mercy? Laying beneath me? Being fucked by me? Is this what you had schemed so hard to achieve?”
Huh? Light had to think around the cock fucking out his insdies, but it hadn’t been too hard for him to come to a conclusion, because it was a stupid question- The answer was yes. Yes. This was everything Light wanted, and what Light had worked so hard to achieve. Light now had L’s protection. He would have access to L’s influence and resources. L had given him anonymity- True anonymity- Which was arguably a more powerful status than the Kira namesake could have ever given him, and soon, L would also give him heirs to inherit his legacy. What was there possibly for Light to be dissatisfied with?
Still, even if Light’s thoughts had remained succinct, all Light could verbally manage over the cock fucking into him was a shuddering breath as he reached up to wrap his arms around L’s shoulders.
“Stupid,” Light murmured, nuzzling into L’s neck. Hm. Yes. Light was quite pleased, his eyes squinting. L was his. The roots of Light’s teeth itched. Light’s lips parted, his gaze glossy and unfocused.
Mine…
Without warning, Light bit into the pale skin of L’s shoulder. There was a sharp hiss. L’s pace had stuttered, but Light paid it no mind, preoccupied with gnawing his teeth further into L’s flesh.
Mine. Mine. Mine-
“Nugh-!” Light felt himself being flung by an overwhelming force, and in the next moment, he had violently collided face first into the mattress. His scalp tingled with pain, and it was then did Light note that his hair had been grabbed again, this time to push his head down into the sheets. Light wriggled, confused. A palm soon braced itself against his abdomen, guiding Light to lift his hips until Light was on his knees, ass up, face down. Light whined, his cunt throbbing at the new position.
Once it was evident that Light would remain still, L leaned over Light, his chest pressing into Light’s back, cockhead nudging against Light’s hole, dripping wet with lust and arousal. L must have slipped out while he had moved Light, and Light snarled, snapping with impatience, “Get back in.”
“Such a temper on you, Kira” L chastized, his voice hot and husky against Light’s ear, “But… I think I’ll enjoy it.”
Squelch!! L had sunken back in with a loud, obscene slap.
“N-NMGHNMMM!!!” The noise that had torn itself from Light’s throat was a mixture between a shriek and a squeal. His pussy walls gripped and fluttered in alternation, and Light realized that he was cumming. He was cumming, womb aching, labia juices squishing out from the depths of his cunt, and L was still fucking. Scraping him. His length rubbing and grinding into all of Light’s sensitive spots with such friction and purpose that Light could only continue to moan, screech and shake. Wetness trickled down Light’s thighs, warm and sticky, dribbling into the bedsheets below.
Light sobbed. He was in heaven. He had died and gone to heaven. That was the only possible explanation for the rapturous pounding between his legs, bringing him over and over to the heights of thrill, passion and ecstasy that his pussy could only throb and shed even more of its wetness in appreciation. Fuck. Light’s mind was made up. He would never let L die, but if L were to pass in some sort of freak accident, Light would immediately have an exact replica of his cock made, and use it to pleasure himself every night. He didn’t want anyone else’s cock. No one else would be worthy to touch him, much less fuck him. Only L was worthy to serve him. To fuck him. To make him cum and give him heirs and then kiss and touch him and then maybe fuck him again-
Just as the stinging pain was beginning to overshadow the pleasure stabbing into him, Light heard a loud, distinctive groan coming from above him, and then, there was a gush of warmth seeping into him, settling deep within his cunt. Light shuddered, heart alight with joy and giddiness at the fact that L had released into him, and his pleased gasps soon transitioned into startled, agitated yowls when L’s hand had drifted from Light’s abdomen to his cock, jerking Light off in harsh, unforgiving strokes in order to make Light clench, wringing L’s length for all it was worth. By the time L withdrew and the two of them collapsed onto the bed, they were both a mess of sweat, slick, and satiated desire.
“Tomorrow,” L spoke, his voice was slightly hoarse as he cupped one hand over Light’s neck and cheek from behind, pressing Light’s back into his chest as he laid on his side, “We shall revisit the terms of your arrangements in full detail.”
Though Light found himself leaning into L’s touch, he had still pursed his lips and retorted, “I think you need to work on your pillow talk.”
“So demanding," L repeated, but he was ruffling Light’s hair, fingers threading through Light’s soft locks, “Sleep now. We will talk more in the morning.”
“Mm,” Light sighed, nestling into L’s arms. Secretly, Light had contemplated coaxing L into a second and perhaps even a third coupling to ensure that he would be with child as soon as possible, but that seemed to be out of the question for now.
Well, that was alright. Now that they had consummated, there would be plenty of other chances for them to engage in further acts of intercourse in the future.
Light will have everything he ever wanted. And more.