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Kira and the business of being him takes up most of Light’s time. Not unlike the middle and high school extracurricular activities, scribbling in his little magic notebook supplements much of college life. Killing criminals requires thought and planning, which makes the recent appearance of a certain alpha, well? Light finds the detective L sniffing around a bit problematic for his Kira enterprise, not to mention his handle on his omega instincts.
The problem isn’t professional; although, it can’t be denied that an agent of justice close by makes doing murder harder. This is an issue of emotions: stupid, irrational emotions. All Light thinks about is L – his wide, wet eyes and rangy figure, hunched even when standing. His jokes, with their flat, terse delivery, stay in Light’s head long after class ends; one time he kept remembering a particular pinched way L held his spoon while they took coffee together at the campus café; and when L and he play tennis, sweaty and intense, the memories twine themselves into Light’s muscle tissue.
A popular, sociable omega, Light dates more than his fair share of alphas – their sinew and rut, their hard, stiff cocks, and their dumb faces drooling for him to put one leg further away from the other. Most specimens are window dressing, pretty but weak-willed, who love how he looks on their arm, and who never make him come. Their fumbling hands skirt his body but he hates to let such inarticulate touch any further than his erotic front gate. In the miasma of his flaccid alpha/omega relationships, Light just assumes his type is sycophants. Any pleasure gained from them is all manipulation, no truth.
Yet, there is L, who wields his alpha nature like a scepter molded to suit only his hand, who never lets Light gain ground. He’ll move first, speak with clipped authority, and his eyes rove over Light with blanket mistrust. To be seen as a threat by an alpha – a person to be tamed – surprises and captivates Light. God, but he wants to be fucked by L. Light lays in bed with a vibrator trained on his clit and imagines in devoted detail how L might sexually subject him: his low flat tone ordering Light to present to him and his long corded limbs bending Light into submissive bondage, domesticating the beast of Kira into a sweet omega mewling for alpha cock.
But masturbation isn’t the sole place lurid visions visit him; no, Light conjures such stupidity from any situation. Grocery shopping with his mother makes him think of taking the same trips to make L dinner, serve him while L pets Light and compliments his good omega for his cooking skills. Watching films makes him dream of L with an arm around his waist, tucking Light onto his lap and kissing his neck, asking whether Light wants to fuck or finish the movie. And worst yet, when he’s out with friends, he’ll catch glimpses of alphas and omegas in various tableaus and imagine himself and L in their place: a pregnant omega being helped to their feet by their alpha; an alpha holding their omega on their lap on a crowded bus; and once, a scene Light caught by torrid accident, an omega being dragged over their alpha’s lap for three swift spanks after the couple argued in a restaurant.
The night after Light witnesses this, he fucks himself in the family shower with a thick knotted dildo stuck to the wall. For each gentle, quiet thrust – lest his family hear his degenerate pleasure – he imagines L’s strong hand wrapped around his wrist to bend his arm back and hundreds of eyes trained on Light helpless over his alpha’s lap. His ears pretend the sound of L’s palm cracking over his ass, and his distinctive monotone scolding: “That is not how my omega behaves, understood?” Panting, Light climaxes at the vision of his own sobbing. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’ll be good for you. I’ll be your good omega.”
He can’t continue this way. Kira can’t be haunted by dreams of domestication, and Light is sick of the distractions. Either L fucks him, or rejects him, but fantasy cannot provide him either outcome – only the promise of no promises.
Chances smiles on Light two days later, when L asks that they meet at a new café on a Saturday. Rolled into black pants and a half-zip sweater, he pauses over his birth control. After over-sleeping through a wet dream of L fingering him in a home goods store, Light forgot his morning pill and now, staring back at him, the blue circle asks what he plans for today. If L says no, well, then Light will have just forgotten a birth control pill. But if he’s successful – if he gets that alpha cock hot and hard inside him – Kira might get something out of this deal as well. Tracing his finger over the raised plastic casing, he grins and leaves his pills dry and useless on the nightstand.
Light arrives late and slips around the storefront to the back patio. Wooden tables line a steep wall and tree limbs from the park beside them droop over the fencing, brushing the smooth clementine-painted concrete. L has taken a table near to the patio’s edge, newspaper snapped in his fingers with a tea set laid over the table. At the seat across from him sits a white china cup, and Light smells as he sits that L ordered his favorite chai latte without waiting for Light’s arrival. It’s erotic the way his details imprint on L. Steam drifts out of the cup in gray stacks.
“Is this for me?” Light slips his finger through the chic small-hole handle, the spicy scent comforting and the taste a warm burst on his tongue. Across from him, L’s legs bend in crouch, knees level to his chest. He folds the newspaper down with the headline readable for a moment: Kira Kills Another Hundred. Then the words disappear as L folds the paper again, sets it aside the café’s provided tea pot.
“Of course,” L says. “Have I ordered to your liking?”
“You have.” Wiping his finger along the seam of his lips, Light licks away the traces of chai he catches. His eyes flash to L, who stares. It’s a gaze stronger than a steel bolt through the chest. Light drags his tongue to his finger pad and grins. “I’m surprised you remembered.”
Is he really surprised? A laugh almost meets Light’s lips. What’s one more lie in the scheme of all the untruths he tells?
“The trick isn’t remembering.” L takes his own cup, red and with a ceramic heft, and sips between speaking. “Information requires observation, which is what I’m good at. I observe. I deduce. And I take an action to test my evidence.”
Between them is a slightly picked through charcuterie board of fruit, cheese and meat. Light takes a slice of peach, eats it and chases the taste with another latte sip. L snatches a hunk of brie between two fingers. He sucks the soft cheese from them – gross and obscene but methodical – until all smears of white disappear with his tongue. Arousal riles Light with visions: those spit-slick and grimy hands touching him, prodding him and examining.
“Fascinating,” is what Light says while imagining L’s exploring mouth on him, working away his resistance until Light, like the pliant, oozing brie, melts on L’s tongue. “Have any new evidence you want to show me from the case?”
He flashes a wink to L, who sets down his cup with a head shake.
“Not today.” His tone belays a childish sulk. “Unfortunately, the case has hit a standstill. Patterns in the most recent deaths have no real change, so we’re still at the same place until Kira makes another move.”
L puts his elbow on the table and drops his chin into his palm, sighing.
“I suppose I came here wanting some distraction.”
“Oh? Am I your distraction?”
“No, but I can’t deny I wanted to see you.” Fingers pick through the charcuterie, finding a grape that L pops in his mouth and bursts between sharp teeth. “Staying in the hotel all hours, studying evidence, and making little if any progress, it wears on me.”
Light puts his hands together, eyes lowered in typical omega deference – though he finds his own performance saccharine at best. He’s never really deferred to a non-familial alpha. If L is his first, then he ought to do a better job, shouldn’t he?
“I’m flattered you like my company more than you like finding evidence I’m a murderer.”
“That isn’t what I said, but I admit there are times I’m more compelled to see you because you spark my suspicions. Does that make you uncomfortable?”
Spit dries on Light’s tongue, and he coughs into a laugh. Uncomfortable? In a sense, yes, but not how L surely thinks. There’s no comfort in how tight his skin feels at the thought of L wanting to fuck the Kira out of him.
“No, it really doesn’t.” Light lifts his eyes from the table, careful to look at the detective under his lashes as he runs his tongue across his lower lip. “Does this mean you’re free for the day?”
“Who works for justice and is ever truly free?” The response plays serious, and L seems to know it – his expression contrasts the words with a mischievous little grin. “I don’t have any other plans today though. Why? Is there something you need me for?”
“Maybe we can enjoy each other’s company more closely.” Light draws one foot beneath the table and brushes his shoe against L. “Discourse as alpha and omega.”
“So forward.” L drops his hand to grasp Light by the ankle. His hand is warm-palmed and tight, not letting Light free when he wriggles in its grip. “Are you asking to have sex with me, Light?”
“I am.”
“You should know I’m not very nice.” L strokes circles on Light’s ankle bone – swirling the skin in hypnotizing repetition. “I’m not the sort of alpha who will do whatever you please.”
“What makes you think I want that?” Light sniffs and juts his chin out, defensive. “I’m not nice either.”
“I’m more than aware of your particular attitude,” L says. “You’re a very naughty omega, aren’t you?”
Breath catches in Light’s throat. He flexes his foot in L’s grasp and, when it is released, lowers the limb slowly. Licking his lips, Light smiles back.
“Isn’t that what you like about me?”
“I appreciate a challenge.” From his pocket L produces a phone, tapping on it without his eyes leaving Light. “And I appreciate a naughty omega asking me to be not very nice to him.”
Five minutes pass, taken up with their heavy silence and slow devouring of charcuterie, before pulling up to curb is the sleek black town car Light associates with saying goodbye to L outside of hospitals and universities. L stands first and puts out his hand to help Light to his feet. A sparkling shivering shower douses Light as L wraps an arm around his waist. Together, they walk to the car as a single connected set of four legs. Once they slip inside, L snaps his fingers and Light looks toward the sound.
“Sit here” – L gestures to his lap – “I want to kiss you.”
Seatbelt half-way to closure, Light lets the strap fly out of his hands and straddles L. In his urgency he flushes. What had L said about him being a “challenge”? Mortification sinks through his veins and Light covers his face. Two palms – warm still from holding hot tea – circle his wrists and L pulls cover away, leaving Light’s blush to display his affect.
“Can’t kiss you with those hands on your face.” Breath brushes on Light’s lips with L chasing after it, claiming his mouth in a closed but pressing kiss. Their chaste lip-lock massages blood from Light in his face and between his legs, growing hotter as L teases his tongue to the seam of his lips. One lick and Light opens, moaning through a plundering by a wet and clever tongue.
“Oh, mm,” is what little he sums up: noises of enjoyment rather than phrases of it. Words aren’t what Light touches; the solid yet flexing muscle of L’s shoulders, instead, are all he has to understand. “Ah!”
“I think” – L draws back, his lower lip caught between Light’s teeth. He pauses and flashes a warning look to Light, who gives the flesh another disobedient nibble before letting go. “That’s better. Now, before we get to the hotel, I want you to decide on what you’re calling me.”
Fingers twirling in L’s black curls, Light scoffs.
“Isn’t Hideki Ryuga enough?” He bounces once on L’s lap, incandescent at how the alpha’s hands on him tighten. “Or do I need to call you some other actor’s name?”
L kisses his cheek while stroking a firm hand over the back of Light’s neck. He squeezes there and holds Light by the scruff as he speaks.
“No fake names,” he says. “Unless you want me to call you Kira, hm?”
Interest prickles in Light, and he bites his lip. Its bruised flesh still pulses from L’s kiss. His hesitation, however brief before Light shakes his head, is caught by L and his sharp eyes. They narrow before L tightens his hand on Light’s neck.
“You’re going to call me by a title, understand? Not just to protect my identity, but because my omega does so out of respect. What’s the title you want to call me, baby?”
“Um.” Light runs his tongue over his teeth. Heat pulses in his pussy just hearing the bite of L’s lips around that pet name – baby. He wonders how the click of Kira sounds in the same alpha tone. “I don’t know.”
A hand cracks across Light’s ass; he yelps; and L spanks him again to the same sharp hot noise spurting from Light.
“Try again.” Smoothing his hand over Light’s bottom, L lets his palm rest there heavy and commanding. “Or are you going to be a bratty omega right at the start?”
It’s instinct – the lip jutted out, the whine in his voice, the entire descent of Light into a little pout. How unfair for L to call him a brat! Oh, Light knows exactly what kind of title to give this alpha.
“I thought you liked it when I was a challenge,” Light snips. “Isn’t that right, Daddy?”
The word is butter on Light’s tongue and melts in slick, salty indulgence as L’s cock hardens beneath his ass. Oh fuck. He’s in trouble now.
The hotel L stays in is a gray tower – floors stacked on floors – and by the time they arrive at the penthouse, tiny red kiss marks decorate Light’s neck. He delivers a similar necklace to L, kissing and sucking at pale skin uncovered by the white long-sleeve. As the elevator doors slide apart, L slings him into his arms, carrying Light with reverence reserved for brides and dead bodies. Abandoned case work and evidence litter the rooms they pass through, the whisper of where Kira’s demise is planned. Light grins at the sight: none of those stupid tools will prosper against him. Even the sword he plans to let pierce him – the one between those corded legs walking Light down the hall – has no chance to truly defeat Kira.
L tumbles them both into the bedroom and takes no time in pinning Light to the sheets. He kisses a path down Light’s neck to his collar, nipping the bone and unbuttoning his shirt. Stripped to the waist, Light gasps at his nipple being touched. L rolls it between his thumb and forefinger, scraping the budding tip with a nail.
“Look how sensitive you are.” His tone beckons Light to look at where L touches him, teases him. “Just as I suspected a manicured omega like you would be – all control and all bluff. After all those years building up defenses, I bet you thought no one would know how just the smallest brush” – he tweaks Light’s other nipple, drawing out a mewl – “makes you come apart. Tell me what a sensitive omega you are.”
“Mm,” Light gasps, biting his lip and twisting. He buries his face into the sheets, cheeks burning. Sensitive? Maybe he is. But no one has ever gone straight for his nipples. They stand at attention for L, budded under his clever fingers. He’s heard that omegas get wild from nipple stimulation, always from people warning him about wanton behavior. Not me, Light had thought. I’m different from those weak omegas. L pinches Light’s nipples and tugs upward. Pleasure and pain drive out a strangled moan from Light, arched up into the alpha’s fingers.
“Excuse me, brat,” L says. “Didn’t you hear your daddy give you an order? Or do you not know how to do as you’re told?”
“I know,” Light stutters, though his mind can’t sum up any other response as L replaces his hand with a suckling kiss over his right nipple. Teeth scrape the delicate surface, tongue curled and licking until Light thrashes enough to dislodge him. His relief is short lived; L dives in on the left bud right after until it is as aching and fat as its twin.
“All you know,” L speaks between kisses trailed across Light’s chest, “is how to be difficult. You hold all the power in your relationships, controlling all your alphas so they never embarrass you. Succumbing to what your omega instincts want, you’ll fight it all the way. That’s what brats do. But you asked me to fuck you, because you knew I wasn’t going to give you any power. Tell me, Light. Do you want me to put you in your place?”
Huffs of hot, bright breath leave Light’s lips. L lifts himself on both arms and hangs over Light, dark hair a curtain around their faces. Closed off from the rest of the room, all Light sees is L and his strange features. Over his cheekbones dusts pink exertion, betraying the flat line of his mouth and uninterested stare. Maybe he’s right – that Light is sensitive; that he craves someone holding him down with no escape; that he wants L to possess him. But L isn’t unaffected by his gift of submission. The arms pressed beside Light’s shoulders tremble and those wide eyes shimmer with untapped dominance. Light puts his hand against a warm cheek, stroking its peachy flush with his knuckles. L tilts his face to crown each knuckle a single kiss.
“I want you to put me in my place, Daddy,” Light says.
“What a good omega, telling your alpha the truth.” L speaks into Light’s fingers. “Tell Daddy what how sensitive you are.”
His tongue journeys down Light’s arm, starting with the tip’s lazy tracing of his wrist and turning into full ravenous licks down the toned forearm. Eyes flutter shut and Light keens, the slow tasting his alpha gives him more than he can bear to watch – feeling it is overwhelming enough.
“I’m so sensitive,” he moans. “Please touch me, Daddy. Please, please, I want to feel you as much as possible.”
“That’s it.” L’s hands drift to Light’s pants, undoing them with quick fingers. “Lift your hips. I want to see all of you.”
Pants and underwear fall away and Light’s legs fall open. His pussy is slick, cock aching as the pert red nub strains between his wavy lips. L shrugs off his own shirt, pale chest decorated by dark thatches of hair and a torso whittled to bone. He poises his thumb over his jean’s top button, popping it open and drawing down the zipper with hungry eyes scanning the whole of Light sprawled on the bed.
“Oh, Light.” Fumbling in undisguised eagerness, L yanks his jeans off without looking away. “I don’t think I ever want you clothed again. Such a pretty omega you make, wet just from the promise of Daddy having you. Would you like that? If I made you walk naked around here for my pleasure?”
Boxers thrown aside, L bends forward and plasters himself over top of Light. His faces buries into Light’s neck, sucking and kissing where his previous marks still vibrate in red soreness. Light wraps his legs around L’s waist, rocking his nakedness into the alpha.
“You won’t go anywhere, my little kept omega all cute and naked for your alpha,” L breathes, his words striking bigger fires inside Light. “No more clothes, no more control, not anymore. Just your naked body always ready for me to fuck, to spank on your bare bottom. I’ll have you serve me like this too” – he strokes a finger over Light’s cock, driving a moan from him – “and you’ll get soaked from pleasing your alpha, just like a good omega does.”
“Ah!” Light drops his head back, clenching a fist into the sheets as L tucks his finger deep in his hole. He can’t deny the intoxication that comes with L’s dirty talk – the promise of undone to brainlessness. A few strokes rub his slickening walls before L brushes against the sweet sponge of Light’s g-spot. Combined with the build up from the café, the vision of his own subjugation, it’s a match that strikes an instant orgasm in Light – short, intense, and tightens his every muscle. “Ah! Ah! Oh, f-fuck! Daddy, Daddy, you made me come!”
L slows his massage inside Light, tucking a second finger in that draws soft whimpers as Light is fingered through his aftershocks. His hips buck into each steady thrust until L pins them with his unoccupied hand.
“You know what your place is, baby? Your place is on Daddy’s alpha cock. It’s on my lap. It’s naked and squirming while I pleasure you. Your place is bred full of Daddy’s cum. You belong on your hands and knees, supplicated before your alpha. You belong to me. Can you understand that? Does my baby’s stupid omega mind understand?”
Light whines. His urge to argue bubbles up but it can’t break the pleasure fogging up his decision making. He feels good, feels hot and sweet on L’s fingers as they fuck him open. His nipples are hard, sucked and pinched to pink peaks. Drool drips from the corner of his mouth. Buried under his alpha, one orgasm in and being toyed with, Light’s priorities shift around. Does he want to be right? Or does he want Daddy to fuck him stupid?
“I understand,” Light nods. “I understand, Daddy.”
“Are you stupid, baby? Are you my stupid little omega made to be fucked?”
“Yes, Daddy! I’m so stupid. I’m made just for you to fuck. Please fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your stupid little omega.”
“Good boy.” L takes hold of his legs and splits them, guiding his cock to Light’s sopping hole. “So good for me.”
Time freezes and calculations rush through Light’s head. He has a second, a single morsel of a moment, to cry uncle. L’s tip nudges his lips, their slick and his pre-cum sliding against each other. Two choices lay before Light – either he confesses to L that he’s got no protection and they need a condom, or he lets the detective penetrate him. A tasty spark explodes in his gut when Light thinks of letting L breed him with Kira’s spawn: this symbol of false justice producing the true god of the new world’s progeny with a few deep ruts. Light traces his finger over his own lips, grinning as he bucks his hips.
Come on, he thinks. Come fuck your own demise.
The cock head butts against the walls of Light’s pussy, widening them to encase the entire length of L’s cock as it enters him. Heavy, full, pulsing weight pins him in pleasure. This is when Light’s alphas usually shut off – their eyes glassed over as they fuck him to their own completion. Not this time. Fire sparks in the dark pupils above him now; L is a live wire. His thrusts are firm though slow, making Light’s hole remember his cock’s shape again and again until the veins and slickness memorize each other. Again and again. Light tosses his head back, arms thrown to the pillows to clutch at them while L speeds his pounding.
“Ah! Ah! Yes! Fuck me, Daddy!”
“Do you feel how hard you make me?” L grips Light by the hips, shoving him down on the snap of his pelvis. “Daddy’s cock is going to dig deep in your womb, baby, put a full litter in my omega until you’re ripe and full.”
L’s breathing grows heavy, his thrusts erratic. He gasps, dropping his head down, and Light yelps as thick pumps of cum flood his pussy, pouring into the twitching thing as L groans.
“I’m sorry.” L’s expression goes downcast, and his apology is sincere if still in the deep command of his alpha voice. “I was so worked up.”
“It’s fine.” Disappointment leaks into Light’s voice; he honestly thought the alpha would last longer. Already his previous bliss tapers, the slow ooze of cum out of his hole being a wet, uncomfortable sensation. Two arms wrap around his thighs and Light squeals, lifted into a backward curl with L and his mouth inches from the fluttering mess of his cock and pussy.
“Smells good.” Whatever apology L said before disappears beneath a leering, aroused tone. “Smells like my little omega’s going to have a bun in the oven soon.”
“Yeah.” Light plays along and suppresses a more malicious laugh than the titter he lets out. “Are you going to breed me again, Daddy?”
L kisses the crown of Light’s cock in answer; the glide of his tongue is the most perfect caress in the world. It descends, dips into the squelching mess of Light’s slick and his own orgasm. His mouth opens and suckles, eating Light out with blissful relish. Light twitches, squirms, and he’s entranced – oh, fuck L is good at this. No alpha’s fucked him in shallow little tongue flicks, the wet tip’s gentle penetration coaxing sparks of pleasure that spiral into deep aroused gouges – traveling from the sensitive little nerves of Light’s pussy to his stomach where the wounds bleed.
“Mm, fuck.” Light hiccups, eyes rolling and hips flexing into L’s next hungry suck. “Fuck me. No one’s ever licked me like this.”
“Naughty.” The vibrations of L’s gentle scolding tickles Light’s pussy lips with warm breath. “What’s my omega call me when I’m eating his hot little pussy?”
“Daddy,” Light moans and twists a pillow into his arms, clutching it. He bucks into L’s mouth, arms wrapped around the pillow and squeezing. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”
“Did my poor stupid little omega get fucked so deep he forgot?” L grins and kisses Light’s cock again, mouth covered in their shared pleasure. “There’s no shame in admitting you’ve been fucked dumb, baby. I bet right now your tiny brain is just so filled with cum, it’s too hard for my little omega to scheme like you usually do.”
Light flutters his lashes, bucking again only to get a sharp smack on his pussy. He yelps, the pain mixing with the low pulse of pleasure from friction. L spanks him again, hand slick and aim true.
“Who am I, baby?”
“Daddy!” Light squeals, not from a spank but from a bite on his thigh. L bites him again, not deep but gently sinking in his teeth before sucking the hunk of flesh to a raw and vibrant red.
“Who does this body belong to?”
“Ah! It’s yours, Daddy!”
“Whose babies are going in your tummy? Who’s eating this cute pussy? Who’s your alpha, baby? Who’s your alpha?”
“You!” Light feels his orgasm approach with speed unlike anything else. L licks him again and Light feels the words tumble out. “Oh! Oh fuck, oh fuck! Daddy! Daddy’s my alpha! Daddy’s babies are in me.”
“There we go,” L smirks. “That’s it, baby, use your big words. Daddy’s got you. Daddy’s going to be a good alpha to my little omega.”
The words, L’s tongue, and a vast sweltering heat wave of emotion throws Light over into the pits of his climax. His pussy pulses, clutching after the licks and kisses pressed to it, and slick gushes forth.
“Mm, fuck! Yes!” Light’s nails bite into the pillow clutched to his chest. He clenches his teeth and spreads his legs as far as they’ll go, riding out his orgasm against L’s tongue. “I’m coming, Daddy!”
L lowers Light back down to the bed. His face is dripping – slick, his own cum, and red pressure marks surround his mouth. On trembling arms, Light pushes himself up and grabs for L, tugs the alpha in to kiss their shared fluids onto his own tongue. Hands grasp him by the hips and flip Light over. Flat on his stomach, his head spins before L grabs him again and tugs his bottom up so his hole presents in all its soaked pulsing. With a soft kiss to the smooth skin of his ass, L crawls over Light.
“Are you ready for another breeding, baby?” His cock thickens against Light’s thigh as L kisses the question over previous red suck marks. Light flutters his lashes and rolls his hips back.
“Uh-huh, Daddy,” he moans. “Fill me all the way up.”
1 month later
Four weeks of slipping in and out of the hot soft bed in L’s hotel pays off. He brought the home test for better aesthetic effect, but Light checked with his physician before coming. No room for error in this play; he wants his bases covered and his information accurate.
“I’m pregnant,” Light says.
Light tosses the at-home test applicator onto the coffee table between him and where L crouches on a sofa. L sucks his spoon dry of pudding and places it back on his plate. Still in the air is warm stale scent of Light’s father and the rest of the Kira taskforce – although they vacated at L’s command. Their debris of loose papers and files form a strange tableau around which L, taking up the applicator by its white plastic end to examine the pink dyed fibers at the end, discovers he has, in fact, bred Light. He wrinkles his nose and looks at Light, skeptical.
“Are you positive there’s no margin for error on this?” L shakes the stick. “These drugstore pregnancy tests aren’t foolproof.”
“Don’t pretend I’m actually stupid.” Light rolls his eyes, thinking of all the times he’s moaned about being fucked dumb. “I double checked with a professional. I wanted to be absolutely sure.”
“I can pay for whatever operation you want.” Even in the lazy tone L takes, he betrays his own interest with how delicately he lays the stick back on the table. Perfect. Light can see the ground and it is firm under his feet.
“No operation,” he says. “The baby stays, and you and I are going to come to an understanding.”
“Okay.” L curls his mischievous grin around another spoonful of pudding. “What does Light want me to understand?”
Warmth spills through Light’s chest. His desire to kiss that smirk, sit in that lap, and taste the particular saliva and sugar flavor of L’s mouth wars with his need to present himself professionally. He picks at a loose thread in on his shirt’s sleeve, toying with it as he summons incredible strength to not be the type of omega who jumps his alpha at the slightest arousal.
“I’m carrying your child,” Light says. “And you are carrying a suspicion about me, aren’t you?”
“Yes.” L’s voice raises as his eyes spark in realization. “Are you confessing to me?”
“I haven’t said anything. But to imprison your omega while he’s pregnant, well, even the great L can admit that’s cruel, right?”
Head thrown back, L lets out a bark of laughter. Light’s cheeks go pink as the chuckles taper off into the low rumble L has whenever they’re about to kiss. Two pale fingers press over thin lips, and L taps them there twice before gesturing for Light to continue. In his dark eyes bubbles a clever intrigue.
“You drop the investigation.” Light directs his words with terse precision. “You admit your suspicions of me were incorrect. And you make sure no one else gets curious in the same way.”
“And?” L rolls his hand. “What does your alpha protector get in return?”
“You get a baby, a legacy of your own blood, and” – here, Light spreads his arms over the chair back and stretches out his long, lean legs so L sees his full body – “you get your cute kept omega.”
“Hm.” Another scoop of pudding disappears between thoughtful lips. “Here is my counter demand: you will give up your work as Kira.”
He expected the demand, and as long as Light retains ownership of the Death Note, a white lie to L won’t hurt him.
“Fine. I’ll stop.”
“You’ll explain your methods to me, and hand over whatever evidence can be used against you.”
Light pouts – lip pursed and arms folded, closing off his previous show. It’s a display he meant to tamp down on, but around L, he can’t help the brat jumping out. L clicks his tongue, putting his spoon down and wiping his hands on his jeans.
“How can I make sure my little Kira is kept innocent in the eyes of the law if I don’t have all the information others don’t?” L tilts his head and his smile, however saccharine, soothes the claws coming out in Light. “Think of this demand as insurance for both of us. I know; you know; and no one else has to.”
Grumbling, Light nods and rubs his fingers over his corduroy pants. Their rough yet soft texture reminds him of L – dark hair so soft when Light grabs it as he takes L’s pounding cock inside. To be known, now that is a challenge Kira hasn’t faced fully yet.
“My last demand,” L continues, “is that you will get a thorough spanking from me.”
One leg at a time the alpha unfolds himself on to couch until his lap is wide open. L snaps his fingers before patting one thigh.
“Over here, Kira.” He grins through the order. “It’s time for you to answer to your daddy.”
The short step Light takes from his chair to L is an unspoken answer to the final demand, and how easy L lifts him, sets him stomach-down across his thighs, is a loud and clear statement. Fingers circle Light’s wrist and bend it behind his back; a warm hand weighs heavy on his behind, tracing circles into the clothed flesh. L squeezes a cheek, massaging skin through fabric, and the motion works a tender moan free from Light. Just a minute of L manhandling him and his thoughts go runny, oozing out his ears to spill on the floor. Light licks his lips and pushes back against his alpha’s hand. That hand is his now; this lap is his; and L is all his – they belong to each other. He belongs to L.
“You’ve wanted to be punished all along, haven’t you?” The massage halts for L, delicate in execution, to tuck a strand of hair behind Light’s ear. Dominance laces through the gesture – not sharp but a gentle smothering. “All this time, Kira was just a misbehaving omega begging to get turned over a strong alpha’s knee. Isn’t that what you wanted, baby? For me to put you in your place?”
What trickles out of Light is a sob, a moan, a confession more genuine than any professing of Kira-related guilt.
“Yes, Daddy,” he says. “I want to be your good omega.”