L and Light's 31 day challenge

by Anonymous

Summary:

It started, as most things do, with a terrible suggestion from L. A low whisper, quiet enough that none of the others in the task force could hear.

‘If Light-kun will participate in sexual intimacy with me–”

“No.”

or also:

Utterly Terrible LawLight Kinktober with incomprehensible writing and overcomplicated plotline and 90% of lights inner monologue about why he's taking it up the a

Notes:

Posted October 2nd 2024
Day 1: Handcuffs

also cw dubious consent
because I wrote this with the intention of both parties having full consent but they gained sentience and i reread it and realized uh maybe L's a bit of a jerk. even though i the author know theyre both

Chapter 1: Handcuffs

 

It started, as most things do, with a terrible suggestion from L. A low whisper, quiet enough that none of the others in the task force could hear.

 

‘If Light-kun will participate in sexual intimacy with me–”

 

“No.”

 

L had dropped the subject then, and Light had gone back to the investigation. Specifically, pretending to work on the investigation but subtly giving the task force false leads. Because why would Light help them catch Kira? His plans for the New World aren't over yet, and may never be.

 

And the task force ate up every charming suggestion Light said. He’d easily redirect them to certain possibilities and topics, always finding ways to make it sound like someone else’s idea. No one has suspected anything yet, but Light knew L was watching him from the other end of the cuff. L was always watching, but why he hasn’t said anything yet about Light’s manipulation is a mystery.

 

The next day he brought it up again. And Light ignored him.

 

This time only a few hours passed before L mentioned it once more. Light slammed the bathroom door on him and smirked as the door tugged on the chain and pulled L. It pulled Light too but he let it slide.

 

Then again. And again. Because of the handcuffs, L was always near Light. Which meant Light couldn’t physically escape L, forced to listen to the beast at every turn. It was almost as bad as Ryuk’s constant demands for apples. Almost.

 

On the first of October, 5 days after he first brought it up, L asked again. It hasn’t even been a week and Light was growing tired of it. He has ignored L, snapped at L, even tried to strangle L with a pillow once. Nothing deterred him. If this was anyone else, it’d be sexual harassment. Actually scratch that, it was sexual harassment. Maybe Light should bring it up to his father.

 

“If you refuse, your Kira percentage goes up.”

 

Light’s hand clenched and he calmed himself by imagining L’s real name scrawled on the familiar lined notebook paper.

 

“I’m not Kira.”

 

“Then how about–”

 

“Ryuzaki, I’m not interested, nor am I Kira. Also, I am in a relationship right now.”

 

A relationship they both knew was as real as a plastic doll. Light saw Misa as nothing more than a tool, albeit a very useful one. She was just another woman vying for Light’s attention, like every girl he’s known.

 

“Light is very rude for interrupting me.” L said simply, putting another spoon of cake in his mouth. Light wanted to shove the spoon down his throat and watch him choke on it. There was no one around, just the two geniuses in the room and that old assistant hanging around… somewhere. Instead, Light sighed and turned back to his desk. This isn’t worth wasting valuable thoughts on. Unfortunately, L kept on talking .

 

“So what do you think?” Those dark eyes bore into Light and he wanted to tear them out. Such blank dull eyes that seemed to hold no thoughts yet he knew they took in everything. If Light took away L’s sight, would the detective be able to conduct his deductions as exceptionally as he does now? Probably. “Does Light-kun want to agree with my idea?”

 

He was so adamant on this, unsurprisingly. Light knew that L was a creature that wouldn’t let its target away so easily. Once he had something he wanted, he’d sink his teeth in like a dog and not let it go until he was satisfied. Whether it be cake, a concept, a competition.

 

Or Kira.

 

Light spun on his chair, leaning on the back with his arms crossed. They’ve gotten nothing done anyways, not that Light was doing much to help. He knew where the death note was and it was not with these unrelated businesses or people. So why not indulge and at least ask L why the hell he keeps asking about this? Light knew L had a plan, there was no way there wasn’t a plan behind this. 

 

As soon as he faced L, Light saw the detective’s eyes light up. Or at least, widen a bit, not that those dull black eyes could ‘light up’. It was as if he wasn’t expecting Light to even spare him a glance. Good. Light leaned further back on his chair and glared at L before speaking.

 

“Fine. Go on. What is your idea?”

 

What is your plan this time? How do you intend to expose me as Kira through this?

 

Big black eyes, shadowed by tufts of even blacker hair, stared back. Light wished he could read L easier but something about the detective was just so… unpredictable. Off.

 

“I want to participate in sexual intimacy with Light-kun.” L said as he put another scoop of cake in that gaping maw. The gaping maw that ate and ate and ate in everything it got its teeth in.

 

So just sex? Is that L’s plan? All these days of cutting L off and that was actually it?

 

“For a full month.”

 

Light closed his eyes and calmed himself by imagining making L eat pages of the death note after killing him with it.

 

“That–”

 

“And I get to do whatever I want to you every time. As long as it’s reasonable.”

 

The punch hit L right in the jaw, sending the creature flying off his chair along with the spoon of cake. The chain tugged Light forward too but he couldn’t care less. This bastard – 

 

A kick in the stomach knocked the wind out of the Light and he coughed. L’s capoeira was not something to mess with. He was already in a crouching position, a small purple bruise forming on the underside of his face. Well deserved. Another thing he deserves is another matching bruise on the other side. Which Light immediately aimed for next, though L easily avoided the hit and knocked his feet out from under him.

 

Light tumbled to the ground with a groan and his glare flashed darkly. He will not be on the ground while L stands up. He won’t be beaten. Light grabbed the handcuff chain with one hand and L’s ankle with the other, tugging both sharply to knock the damn detective off balance.

 

But L must be an alien or something because he kept balance on his other leg, which just served to piss Light off even more. From his position on the ground, Light held on to L’s ankle and kicked the other, sending L crashing to the ground.

 

Actually no, crashing on top of Light. L sat heavily on top of Light, legs rested on top of Light’s own legs. Light’s arm rested at his side, the other, the one that had pulled the chain, pinned at the wrist by L. See, if this was a normal fight Light wouldn’t think much of it. His mind was beyond simple immaturities like physical contact equaling sexual contact. But L’s earlier suggestion had planted the seed in Light’s mind and now it was the first thought to come up.

 

L blinked at Light, leaning over him. “If Light-kun had wanted to start it immediately, he should have said so.”

 

Kill him, Kira cawed, the side of Light that he had to suppress in order to avoid getting caught. He’s messing with you, intentionally attacking your pride. Unfortunately, Light couldn’t kill L, not yet.

 

But before either of them could say more, footsteps approached from the door and both geniuses looked up to see Watari. The old man didn’t even look surprised anymore, he just sighed and shook his head. He didn’t need to say anything, both L and Light had their fair share of disappointed old man sounds.

 

Light shoved L away and sat up, grimacing at the slight sting in his stomach area from the kicks. He dusted off his back to get rid of the floor grime. A quick glance at the time told him it was about time to head to bed anyways. Light didn’t need a full 8 hours every night to maintain his brain usage, but he knew it irritated L to have to bring his laptop to the bed. Especially since Light would complain and get rid of any of the sweets L tried to bring to the bed because Light was not going to risk sleeping with ants.

 

So after some threats, chain pulling, and a dismissed Watari, Light and L headed back to their room. The latter holding on to that laptop, intent to continue working as always. On what, Light doesn’t know. There was nothing to find, Light still had the death note and hadn’t given his memories just yet. 490 days is a long time after all, he still had time before he needed to begin his plan.

 

Why hadn't he already started the plan… Light isn’t sure. Maybe he was biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The one who strikes first may win, but Light wasn’t going to give L any resources to strike at all. That way, he can take his time creating the new world. That was why he hadn’t wiped his memory yet.

 

Not because he was enjoying this little phase of being handcuffed with L, of course.

 

“Light-kun still hasn’t replied.”

 

Light didn’t turn around, eyes closed as if he was asleep. They both knew he obviously wasn’t.

 

“Light-kun.”

 

“ What .” Light grit out, turning on the bed to face towards the ceiling and ignoring the clacking of the chain connecting them. He could feel the warmth of L’s laptop on the bed next to him, fan running to cool the full brightness machine. Light considered punching L again.

 

“So does–”

 

“Give me a single good reason why I would want to have sex with you at all, let alone for a month straight.”

 

“If you do it, I will give you my real name.”

 

Now that made Light paused, his interest piqued. His eyes flicked over to L for a second, trying to take a look at the detective. L was completely focused on the laptop, still clacking away as he spoke to Light as if this conversation wasn’t important. As if L hadn’t been trying to make Light do this for the past few days, for some damn reason.

 

But why, Light couldn’t figure it out. What does L gain from… having his way with Light for a month? Nothing. Light won’t reveal he’s Kira, and if he thought he was getting close then he’d just give up his memories, which had been his plan anyway. Is that what L was going for?

 

“Why would I want your name? I’m not Kira.” Light wanted his name so bad .

 

L didn’t even bother to give him a response to that question. He reached behind himself and pulled out–

 

A crinkle of paper as Light shot up and snatched the lollipop from L’s hand, flinging it off the bed into the darkness. He will not have ants in this bed. Light’s seen the boxes of ant extermination under the cupboards, he knows it’s happened before and that means it’ll happen again. Especially if this fat fuck kept eating sweets every day.

 

L watched the lollipop sail off into the distance with the usual blank expression. “That wasn’t nice.” Then he turned back to Light and now those black eyes were on him again, even darker when shadowed by the light of his laptop. They were like two voids, sucking in everything. Yet these eyes of pure black were still somehow full of life, of thoughts and deductions. Even now, he was thinking of something as he stared back into Light’s own brown eyes.

 

Then L gave Light a very small, slight smile and turned back to the laptop, back to clicking away at it. Light just stared, a bit stunned by that. Was that damn candy a test? Did L know something that Light didn’t know he did? Why did L ignore that Light had just thrown a precious sweet away like that? Why did L even bring the candy to bed knowing Light would just get rid of it? Great, now not knowing what L knows is pissing Light off.

 

“..Tell me more about your deal.” Light asked as he sat back down, going back to his usual calm demeanor. L always managed to get under his skin and it infuriated him. And now it felt like L was withholding information. Not only that, but the deal of giving away a true name was… that can’t be brushed aside so easily. What is L planning ?

 

But the damn detective just kept clicking away at his laptop, not even sparing Light any attention. Fine. That’s the game then. Light turned away again, pulling the bed covers over his shoulders without a sound. If L wasn’t going to speak, then Light’s going to ignore him. He closed his eyes, and did not sleep.

 

It wasn’t until several minutes later of nothing but the sound of the laptop that L finally spoke, as if it was just an afterthought.

 

“I want to do whatever I want to Light-kun, whether sexual or not, everyday for an entire month. If you do it, then I will tell you my real name. If you don’t do it then…” L just shrugged.

 

That deal was… really damn weird. First off, what the hell does the sexual or not part mean? It used to be just ‘sexual intimacy’ and now it was that. Also, why an entire month? That was a long time to… have sex every day. Light held back a shudder at just the thought of it.

 

But he knew why L might choose sex. It was like a competition, an exchange of control. Did L think that by refusing to give up control, Light was proving himself to be Kira? It’s possible, because he’s right.

 

Then there was the name thing. It pissed Light off that L wasn’t even pretending to think Light was innocent anymore. They both knew that Light was Kira, but Light wasn’t going to lose the game of pretend.

 

“I still don’t know why you think I would want your name.” L just gave a light huff and Light wondered what that breath would feel like on his neck.

 

… What.

 

“Then if Light-kun does it, then he will get my real name and I will release him from this.” A jangle as L held up his wrist to show the silver handcuff connecting them. The sight of it made Light’s own cuff feel like it’s burning, a reminder that he was still stuck here because L was a little bitch.

 

But that wasn’t a terrible deal. It gave him an excuse to actually join in… whatever this was that L was planning. And Light so very much wanted to know what L was planning. He didn’t want L to win. And this idea was terrible but… L challenged him to it. It was a competition and Light loved the thrill. All this talk about sex had made Light a bit curious about what the world’s greatest detective was like in bed.

 

He turned again in the bed to look at L.

 

“These… things you mentioned, what does that entail?” 

 

L tapped a finger on his chin and the laptop’s screen highlighted the length of that finger. Bony, pale, long . Light Yagami, get yourself together. “Do you want to know?”

 

Yes.

 

And then those long fingers moved from where they rested on L’s face, sliding across the touchpad of the laptop to shut it down. The whirring of the fan shut down and then the screen turned black, sending the entire room into pitch darkness. Even the outside was dark, the moonlight covered by the clouds.

 

Because Light’s eyes were adjusted to that outrageously bright laptop he couldn’t see anything when it was gone. His pupils still expanded from before. He wondered what L’s pupils looked like when they weren’t swallowed up by those void dark eyes. Or maybe L’s pupils never changed, maybe he could always see no matter how dark or bright something was.

 

That was what he was. Because the world thought of ‘L’ as a man of light, of good, but Light knew better. L lived in both worlds, and if given the chance he could prosper in both too.

 

Then a sound, the clinking of those chains again. The bed shifted as there was movement besides him, the blankets pulling. Was L going to sleep?

 

Light knew he wasn’t. Not now, not when they were both wide awake and the sound of their breathing dragged and intertwined in the black. Then Light’s breath hitched as he felt a hand on his shirt, recognizing those fingers instantly.

 

Fuck.

 

The hand traveled up his shirt and Light’s hand shot out and grabbed it. The bony wrist was squeezed between his hand and the clinking of the handcuffs echoed in his ears. L was cold, as expected of him. Ironic that Light, that Kira ran hot. Yet they both shared the passion of winning the game. And this was a game.

 

“Let go.”

 

“No.”

 

Stalemate. But this wasn’t the rules of this game. The rules were that L had control, but Light would still win at the end. He didn’t usually play fair, but he wanted to see where L was going with this. So Light opened his grip and let that pale hand continue its path. The length of the chain trailed behind it and Light could feel its weight through his white button up. He held his breath as the hand traveled further up, towards his throat.

 

See, Light was no stranger to sex. He’s used it as a tool before, with women, sometimes even men. Anything Light wants, he’ll find a way to get. At least sex wasn’t terrible, it was just boring. Whether it was because he slept with people he wasn’t actually attracted to, or because the action of just repeating the same action for 20 minutes was just so under stimulating that he got bored of it easily.

 

Yet somehow, just L’s hand moving to unbutton his shirt was enough to make Light still and grit his teeth. It was just buttons, Light dealt with countless buttons every day. It was one of the staples of his outfits. But when L opened that first button and his cold finger brushed on Light’s bare chest, it burned.  

 

The fact that everything was still dark added to the sensation. He had no idea what L looked like, what L’s expression was. Was he wearing the usual blank, bored expression? Or was that fire in his eyes? Light considered just pulling his phone out to flash at the detective but that wasn’t the game. 

 

When the shirt was open, that was when L moved. The bed shifted once more and Light nearly gasped as he was pushed down and a weight was pinning him. L, straddling him. His eyes, now better adjusted in the dark, could make out the faint outline of L’s figure in the dark thanks to the detective's usual white shirt. But L didn’t give him much time past that moment because Light felt hands on the front of his slacks and they were shoved off. Light huffed at L’s speed. Eagerness?

 

“I assume,” Light’s breath caught at the sudden, low voice next to his ear. L’s primary colors being black really made him hard to pinpoint. “That this is not your first time with a man?”

 

“No. ”

 

L just hummed and Light felt a bit… irritated. He was about to speak when the hand at the edge of his pants slipped in, right under his briefs and grabbed him. Light did gasp out loud that time, startled by the sudden feeling of being touched by the cold. The hand paused, then moved and– so damn dry. Was this another joke? 

 

But the hand moved out his pants and there was a click of a cap. Light’s attention snapped to the direction of the sound immediately, trying to figure out his way in the dark. A wet sound, yes that was definitely lube. Not only that, but flavored lube, some kind of sweet flavor. Great. Where did L get that? Had it always been in this room, hidden somewhere waiting to be used. Or had L been carrying it around?

 

Light wasn’t sure which option was worse.

 

Wait, this was a bit filthy. He didn’t want his pants getting dirty. Light grabbed the edge of his pants and was about to pull them down when a hand shot out and pinned his wrist.

 

“Keep the pants on.”

 

“What? No, that’s disgusting.” Light tried to break free but the hand kept him pinned, L resting his weight on it while his other hand was covered in the lube he just poured.

 

“Light-kun agreed to this knowing I am in control. And I want your pants to stay on.”

 

Irritated, Light grabbed L’s wrist with his free hand and pried him off. This was what L was enforcing his control on? Whether or not Light keeps his pants on? Really?

 

But before Light could protest a hand snagged his arm and tugged, forcing Light to sit up. The chain jangled more and Light was shoved back down on the bed again, face down this time. He was about to get up angrily when there was a sharp tug on his wrist and Light felt something cold and hard wrap around. It was tighter than the usual handcuff, but the same material. L had wrapped the chain around Light’s wrists.

 

“Hey! Ryuzaki– what are you– !”

 

“Stay still please, Light-kun.”

 

Light tried to sit up but a hand shoved him back down, his face smushed on the pillow. Oh this was the game L was playing? L had said that he could ‘do whatever he wanted to Light for a month’, not that he could control everything. Light tugged on his hands and found them too tightly bound to break through, but not tight enough the metal cut his blood circulation off dangerously.

 

Then the hand was back under his pants and Light twitched at the cold. L had pulled Light’s pants and briefs down just enough to reach Light’s cock but no further, which was infuriating. But his fury was distracted as L’s hand began to move and– 

 

L was… something. Those long cold fingers spread the lube up and down, slicking Light’s entire cock and moving in unpredictable ways. Squeezing slightly at the top in a way that made Light breathe in sharply, then sliding back down Light’s entire length with varying speeds and gripping harder at different spots. 

 

It was driving Light mad, L’s inconsistent technique did. But so did the hand between Light’s shoulders, and the heavy weight of L behind his back, unmoving except for the hand pumping between Light’s legs. And Light couldn’t do anything , his hands literally tied behind his back. The clang of the chains jangled with every pump of L’s hand, and it wasn’t quite enough .

 

Every sound that threatened to come out, Light held back with gritted teeth. He did not want to give L the satisfaction of knowing how much he was enjoying this. But every shaky breath, every sharp inhale or exhale, would immediately change L’s movements.

 

When Light made a sound at L speeding up, the detective would maintain that speed. If Light didn’t make any noticeable response, L would change things up. At one point L flicked the tip with a thumb and that ripped a raspy hum from Light. Which had resulted in L doing it again.

 

And again.

 

“ Fuck ! Ryuza–” Light cut himself off before anything unsavory came out. Not in an insulting way, because Light would do that immediately. But in the ‘oh that felt so fucking good’ way.

 

“Mm? Yes, Light-kun?” L’s voice responded from above as if he wasn’t fiddling with Light’s slick cock. That same calm, controlled tone of voice as always.

 

This was what made Light’s boil the most. The fact that L was using this moment to learn what Light’s body liked the most. He could feel L’s clothes brushing on his back, the detective was fully clothed. God if Light’s hands weren’t chained behind him he would have punched L’s probably smug face right there.

 

This isn’t the first time Light’s gotten a hand job, of course. But this is the first time his partner in bed had ever dared to treat him like this. Shoving him down, tying his hands, using him like a lesson plan. Light had always been in control of past experiences, satisfied yet bored with taking over in bed. This was new, this was– exhilarating . No matter how much he pretended it wasn’t, this territory wasn’t terrible.

 

And L’s learning meant it didn’t take long before L was moving his hand in just the right way that Light knew it wouldn’t be long before he came. It must have only been minutes, but that’s enough for L to read the notes to the area between Light’s legs like an instrument. His hips began to move with L’s pumps, Kira chasing his own pleasure, trying to reclaim control in the little way he could.

 

Feeling it coming, Light leaned forward to shove his face in the pillow. The position was a bit difficult but Light’s hands were tied behind him and he couldn’t adjust where he landed. Not only that but his pants were bundled around his thighs so he couldn’t even use those to move either. It looked ridiculous but Light did not want L seeing his face when he came. 

 

Not that it mattered though because L just moved his free hand to Light’s hair and tugged him up. The sting of his scalp being pulled caused Light to gasp, and he tried to twist away to no avail. L’s grip only tightened and pulled harder, making Light bare his neck and mouth open, vulnerable . No, he will close his mouth– 

 

L’s hand sped up, unrelenting in its goal. Light felt vulnerable for the first time in… how long? Too long, not long enough.

 

Precum dripped out and Light couldn’t help the shivers going through him as the pleasure built up from the bottom of his stomach to his body. He tried to close his mouth but the awkward angle caused by L’s hair pulling made it difficult.

 

“Let– Let go. You…”

 

L just ignored him, instead choosing to swiftly swipe the precum off Light’s tip and added it to the already dripping mess. The added slick didn’t do much but Light’s hips sped up, L’s hand easily falling into rhythm alongside Light’s own movements. 

 

“Ah– Mmn–!”

 

“Come.” That calm voice spoke again, though Light could have sworn there was a bit of a breathless tone adding to the usual blankness. But that didn’t matter because the hand in his hair twisted and L’s hand squeezed– 

 

With a strangle moan, Light’s hips stuttered to a stop as hot white spurted from his slicked cock, streaking on the bed sheets and on L’s hands. His thighs trembled from the exertion and he collapsed forward. L let his hair go just then so that Light could properly land on the pillow. His hair was still chained behind him but at least he wasn’t being jerked off right now and could actually form coherent thoughts.

 

He sighed, bathing in the afterglow, then grimaced at the feeling of wetness in the spot he landed. And then scowled at the sight of L sitting on the bed, hand held up to look at the cum like it was a puzzle to solve. At least Light’s eyes had adjusted to the darkness by now.

 

“... Untie me.” Light rasped from where he was slumped on the bed. L’s attention snapped from the cum to where Light lied and he immediately came closer, reaching behind Light.

 

With the cum covered hand.

 

“ Not with– with that hand.” Light hissed, eyeing it with disdain. It was his, sure, but it was also filthy and Light’s had his fair share of filth today. The bed was dirty, his pants were dirty, and even his hair was messed up because of L’s grimey hands tugging on it.

 

“Light-kun is very picky.” But he obliged, switching to the moderately cleaner hand to unwrap the chain from Light’s wrists. Light immediately pulled his hands to his front and eyed the red marks, unfamiliar. He’s never had blemishes or bruises on his skin, never allowed it. So to have marks from his enemy from– sexual activity, was a bit jarring.

 

Was this deal for L’s name really worth it? If the final reward was just being released from the investigation, then Light wouldn’t have bothered. But the reward was L’s name, whether L gave him a real name or not. In fact, it was probably very likely L would give him another alias, so why was Light still here? Why did he agree to this knowing it might be a trap and they’d both gain nothing?

 

Something soft touched his ear and Light immediately scooted on the bed to avoid it, putting him in a wet spot of his own cum. Great. Light turned his head to see L looming there, head tilted like a big. A big, evil bird. “What are you thinking about?”

 

Stupid weird bird. “About the mess.” Light said with a scowl, massaging his wrists to help with blood circulation. L had left some room in the tie, but it was still tight enough to bind and that is all that’s needed to cut off blood.

 

Feeling more back to himself, Light sat up with a grunt on the bed and ignored the white stains. Maybe he would have preferred ants.

 

“I did not get you too dirty.” A quick glance at L showed that the black haired detective was already back to his usual perched sitting position, finger on his lip and black eyes boring into Light. “And I will call Watari-san to anything off.” He stated simply, not a breath out of place.

 

As he hadn’t brought Light to the most exciting orgasm the suspect has ever experienced.

 

“Fine.” Light huffed, putting his mask of confidence back on. It may not mean much now, not after how L saw Light earlier, but it reassured Light. It was familiar, and nothing this past hour has been familiar. “Then I’m going to take a shower.” Light stood up, ignoring the uncomfortable wetness as he walked. At least he wasn’t naked. He still had his unbuttoned shirt and pants.

 

“Wait.”

 

He did not stop his walk to the shower room. The handcuff chain trailed behind him and Light could hear L’s footsteps.

 

“So does Light-kun agree with the deal?”

 

Light faltered at the door, considering. Does he agree? Does he not? Is there any backing out if he does? No, there would be no backing out, both Light, no, Kira and L knew that neither of them would ever back out of a competition. 

 

“Fine. I do.” He said simply before slamming the door on L’s face.

 

This was going to be a long month.

 

Chapter 2: (Unintentional) Edging

Summary:

Posted October 10th 2024
Day 2: ... I don't know. Edging? Unintentional edging??

Slight non con for kissing?? its a yapfest of like 4k words of useless dialoge

Notes:

Wow guys These past 8 days passed so quickly... it's the middle of the night again. I'm a really slow writer in general and this is the first time I've actually fully written anything... and the first time i written nsfw... and this is also the first time i jumped into a story without planning anything. Yes, there is a plot. I physically cant write fics without plot sorry idk if anyones actyally coming here for porn but just know there's plot too.

When Light woke up the next morning, his first thought was ‘it’s a bit bright’ and he closed his eyes again to block out the sun. Then he remembered what happened last night. And then he remembered what happened last night.

 

… he remembered what happened last night.

 

The man shot up from his bed, glancing over at– 

 

Light held back a yelp as he came face to face with L’s face right next to him. The detective was just perched there on the bed, staring at him. Creepy ass. And then L smiled and Light felt a chill go down his spine. The handcuff connecting them burned, and Light’s grip on the bed sheets tightened.

 

Now that it is morning and Light can actually see, the events of last night are really… really hitting. Light clenched his teeth and stared back at L, not backing down.

 

L looked like he always did. Same messy hair, same disgusting white long sleeve and jeans, same blank expression. Those black eyes were the same as always, big voids that sucked up everything in their path. Like black holes , Light thought.

 

But the worst part was that L looked utterly unaffected by last night, and that made Kira want to punch him again. 

 

“Did Light-kun get a good night’s sleep?”

 

 “... It was fine.”

 

He needed to get off this bed. Like right now. Frankly, Light wasn’t sure how he even managed to fall asleep last night. Though he might have to chalk it up to his exhaustion after– 

 

Light looked away from L before he was sucked in too deep. Without wasting a second, he moved off the bed and headed to the bathroom. The chain tugged behind him and L’s footsteps quickly followed. This was great. This was normal. Their usual morning routine often went like this anyways, with L following behind as Light was forced to drag him to the bathroom. There was no way in hell that Light was going to go a day without fixing his appearance in the morning.

 

And this morning, he really did need to fix things. Last night, Light had been too exhausted by [redacted] to even bother fixing his hair. After a thorough shower, he had just gone straight to bed, L trailing behind him the entire time. Now that he’s slept and his brain had gotten past it, Light could feel where his hair was not perfect and it irked him terribly that he had allowed L’s actions to uproot his usual routine so badly.

 

“Light-kun’s hair is messier than usual today.” 

 

Light shot L a dark look before looking back at the mirror to twist and flatten auburn strands back into their places. L was messing with him, trying to get a rise out of Light and he refused to take the bait. That was giving in, that was losing . And Light does not lose.

 

Not even when L tapped his lip with his handcuffed hand and the chain rattled obnoxiously between them. Not even when Light realized that was the same exact hand L had used to jerk him to orgasm yesterday. Fuck. Ignore him. Ignore him.

 

Once his hair was back to its usual neat, smooth style, Light finished up the rest of his usual routine and the two headed out. Light avoided looking at L’s hands at all, and he knew the other man noticed it. There was no way L didn’t notice Light shift to block L from sight, or how Light kept walking a bit in front of them as they headed to the investigation room.

 

When they got there, the task force were already at their desks working. Light internally sighed in relief at the familiar sight. At least now he could try to take his mind off the creature on the other side of the chain. A chorus of good mornings rang out and Light responded aptly to all of them, giving Soichiro his usual nod of reassurance. Light and L headed to their desks.

 

Then the rest of the day passed like normal days, and Light allowed himself to focus on the case. Or rather, watching the task force focus on the case while pretending he’s helping them. It was a bit entertaining to see them flip and scroll through endless

 

The task force went through all the recent Kira killings, finding no connections or hints between any of them. The deaths were all random, criminals dying from heart attacks all over the globe. 

 

Light was a bit proud about that. Misa was doing a decent job at clearing out the trash of the world, and he was less likely to get caught since he didn’t have any direct contact with the NPA. The new world continued to approach even with its god in captivity.

 

No. Not captivity. Light thought as he watched Matsuda toss aside another name, another piece of filth cleansed from the world. This is not captivity. This is just the view of the losing side.

 

Because Light wasn’t caught, he was just sitting in his own web. The pieces were on the board and they were all black.

 

A few times a task force member would bring up something, a possible lead, and Light would just make up something to manipulate their ideas. Kira was secretly a high official in the government? That could be how he has so much access to classified information. Or maybe Kira might be hiding in some underground bunker while spying on people? Possible. That would explain why he could hide under the radar while also knowing the state of the world. (Light still isn’t sure why Matsuda even considered this one.)

 

And then they would follow the false lead and come up blank every time. 

 

There was a creak of a chair spinning and Light looked over to see L was looking at him again, holding a cream cheese danish between his index and thumb. Freak. Light decided to humor him, looking back at L and wondering what L was thinking of. Was he thinking about Kira? Was he thinking about the moment they had shared last night? Or… 

 

Was he thinking about his plans for today?

 

A few odd seconds passed before L stuffed the cream cheese danish into his mouth without breaking eye contact with Light, and then… obnoxiously licked the edge of his lip. L’s finger stayed on his face, the tip of his index still inside his mouth. Then he blinked, big black void eyes vanishing for a second under pale eyelids. Like… a frog.

 

And then L gave Light a small grin and turned back to his laptop, eating another cream cheese danish.

 

What the fuck.

 

Light stared incredulously at where L was sitting, perched oddly on his chair like always. Then looked back at his computer but his mind was running a hundred miles per hour. L was eccentric, sure, but some of those things brought immediate red flags to Light’s mind.

 

Was… There’s no way L was trying to– was L trying to seduce Light?? He’s had his own fair experience of seeing people act alluring to try and grab his attention. He’s seen fluttered lashes, accidental touches, sly winks, and whatever people would attempt. But never has Light ever seen someone so… bad at it.

 

Is this on purpose? Was L trying to get a rise out of Light still? But something about this made Light feel like L was genuinely this bad at this. That he was still figuring out the art of anything remotely related to things like this. Like how– like how L had been so odd when they were in bed last night. He had touched Light with odd, unknowing touches and had even used the experience to learn . 

 

But Light had originally assumed that was because L wanted to mess with him. Had assumed the eccentric detective was just trying to drive Light up a metaphorical wall by jerking him off with terrible technique. But it would make sense that L was so inexperienced. Being the world’s greatest detective probably didn’t give L a lot of free time at all. He wouldn’t bother to even waste time meeting someone, let alone getting close enough to get intimate with them.

 

Plus, who would want to sleep with him? Light was doing it so that he might be able to kill the damn guy without having to reenact his plan, but what normal person would choose to sleep with L? No one. L was probably a completely inexperienced virgin .

 

And that meant Light had an advantage. That meant Light was ahead of L in his own game. Because for some reason L had made a deal with Light in an area he didn't even have experience in. Maybe, if Light played his cards right, he could turn this little game on L, take back some control. Even if the deal was for L to have complete control, Light never said he wouldn’t try to take some back . And knowing now about L’s inexperience… 

 

He kept a calm exterior but inside, Kira was ecstatic . He was at an advantage, he had more knowledge in this area. Light is familiar with the mechanics of sex. It was a tool, and any tool could be a weapon. 

 

Light glanced around to make sure the task force were all focused on their own things before he subtly rolled his chair a little closer to L, catching the detective’s attention. This is for last night , Light thought giddily as he pulled up a random Kira suspect file on his computer screen.

 

“Ryuzaki.”

 

L looked up from his computer and did that fuckass little smile of his again. Little specks of cream cheese were scattered around his lips. Light’s going to rip it off his face and burn it.

 

“Yes, Light-kun?”

 

“I was wondering,” Light began, rolling his chair a little closer until he was right next to L’s chair. He reached to turn his computer monitor towards them. “If you could look at this file with me?”

 

It was a woman, 34, who had served jail time for neglecting her children. She had died of a heart attack some while ago, recent enough for her to show up on their new Kira death lists. It hadn’t been Light who wrote her name, but he still saw her as scum regardless.

 

“Claire Maya, a woman of european descent who died of a heart attack 4 days ago.” L said blandly, and Light moves. He leans in closer to L, free hand holding on to the armrest of L’s chair. The chain attached to the hand jangled and flashes of pleasure in pitch darkness flashed in Light’s mind before he shoved it away.

 

“Yes. But don’t you find the events of her passing suspicious?” The hand inches closer to where L is perched. The detective only gives it a brief glance before turning back to Light. Still unfazed then.

 

But not for long. Light thought smugly. He was going to keep up with this month-long deal of– sex with L in control or whatever, but Light wasn’t going to let L get away with just taking control. Light was going to get payback for the vulnerable position L had put him in last night.

 

“Why do you think that?”

 

“Well, the circumstances–” He who strikes first wins. “are odd. The time of her death was isolated from– “

 

Light’s hand crept up L’s white long sleeve and was immediately flat on L’s side. Light could feel the detective’s bony yet strong ribs, unable to build large muscles because of his diet yet somehow still powerful. He was cold, which Light already knew firsthand from last night. Kira smirked and leaned in, voice dropping lower.

 

“– coincidence or she was special to– “

 

“Light-kun is acting suspicious. This only raises your percentile–”

 

Kira slid his hand up that white shirt and his thumb brushed a nub on that soft skin.

 

L shot off his chair with such force that Light pulled his hand back and rolled his chair a bit further away. L's terrible sitting position made it hard for him to quickly get off without stumbling over yet he somehow stayed up with inhuman balance, though at the loss of a cream cheese danish falling to the ground. He didn’t look at Light, instead he addressed the room.

 

“You are all dismissed today!” L called, startling all the task force members. They all looked at each other with confused expressions before Matsuda spoke up his protests.

 

“Wait. Bu- but we’ve barely been here for 4 hours.”

 

“Thank you. You are still dismissed. Go home.”

 

More confused mutterings but it’s been long enough into the Kira case that everyone knew better than to question L’s eccentric behavior. Light could even faintly hear someone whisper angrily about it but not verbally protesting. Probably Aizawa.

 

Watari was already out and about with sending them off and soon enough everyone had filed out of the computer room except for L and Light, Watari having sent L a look before vanishing off to wherever he goes when not directly serving L.

 

Light sent L an arrogant look, proud he had unnerved him so much that L sent the entire Kira task force home with just a simple touch. L’s inexperience here really was obvious. Light got up from his chair and stepped towards where L was standing, a smirk on his face. But before he could even speak L cut him off and pointed to another computer further away.

 

“Light-kun can work there.”

 

“What?”

 

But without any further elaboration, L just perched on his usual seat again and was already back on his computer. Light tried approaching L again but the detective just shooed him away, oddly hyperfocused on his machinery. He was even shooed away for trying to get back into his old seat, told that his Kira percentage went up if he kept trying to come closer. Which was ridiculous.

 

Had it shaken L that badly? Light wondered as he looked at the other man. He knew it must have been a bit jarring but to kick everyone out yet still stay here…

 

Seeing L crouched on his chair clicking away like Light wasn’t there irked him. Light disliked it when anyone ignored him, even weird little freaky detectives like L. He wasn’t ignored, people don’t just ignore Light. No, he was loved, admired, envied .

 

Yet begging for attention was also beneath Light. His pride wouldn’t let him seem desperate, especially to L. So with an annoyed exhale, Light went to a different desk further away, but not the one that L had pointed at earlier. He wasn’t going to give L the satisfaction of seeing Light listen, and it’s not like the task force was here to see his petty behavior. Not that it was petty, of course.

 

Light would have chosen a further away one, but the chain connecting him and L could only extend so far. So Light sat down and, with nothing else to do, got to work.

 

The room soon just descended into the sounds of keyboard clicking and the clear taps of silverware as L ate a large slice of strawberry cake. He had finished all the cream cheese danishes and was already moved on to cake. Everytime Light looked over, L would just be focused on his computer screen and because of the angle, Light couldn’t see what he was looking at. 

 

He tried leaning back in his chair to see once and L had clicked out of the window before Light could see anything. He was hiding something and the secrecy was annoying as hell.

 

So Light took to going through more Kira victims, still keeping up his facade of innocence. These computers were monitored after all, and Light was known for being studious, it’d be suspicious for him to not do anything. But going all these files of people he didn’t care about was– 

 

Boring. Incredibly boring.

 

Criminal after criminal flashed on the computer as Light went through them. Murderers, sex offenders, abusers, thieves, scum on the earth that needed to be cleansed to pave the way for the new world. And Light didn’t give a damn about any of them. Each person here deserved to die.

 

Another glance at L showed the detective in the same exact position and Light presumed they were going to be here for a while. And because of the damn handcuff, Light couldn’t even get up on his own without L having to follow him because of the handcuffs. It was too early to make an excuse of feeling tired, and they had eaten earlier already. 

 

Maybe this was another way of L pissing Light off again. Kicking everyone out but them two and staying here anyways. Or is this L’s way of reminding Light of their deal? Is there going to be another event happening here? The thought made Light slightly uneasy but also a bit of a thrill there too, though Light will suffer a heart attack before admitting it. There was a month left, Light, get it together.

 

But L did nothing, and that thrill slowly twisted into fury.

 

A few hours of boredom passed before Light finally heard L get up. The spoon clattered on the empty plate and Light looked over to see L approaching, slouched over as always. It’s about damn time. Light rolled his chair back to face him.

 

“Are you done , Ryuzaki?” Light asked with a faint scowl. “We’ve been here for hours already.” He spun his chair slightly to face L, crossing his arms to convey exactly how he felt about having to sit there in boredom.

 

But L didn’t respond. Light raised an eyebrow as L kept walking closer and closer until he was near enough to lean down and kiss Light on the lips.

 

Light froze, eyes widened in surprise. L’s lips were soft and tasted like pastries and whipped cream. It’s not a taste Light was familiar with, as he preferred more bitter foods. But this wasn’t… terrible. It isn't the worst kiss Light’s had, though not the best either. And this close up, Light could faintly see the pupils of L’s eyes. They were big, expanded, and looking straight back at him.

 

Right.

 

He shoved L off and the detective stumbled backwards a bit before righting himself. “Did Light-kun not like it?” L looked at Light curiously and cocked his head as he spoke, bringing up a finger to his lip.

 

Light rubbed his lips furiously, wiping off the taste of sugar. “Of course not! Why did you do that?”

 

“Hm. That’s odd.” L tapped his lip, eyes wide. “It said that kissing was an important part of initiating sex.”

 

That was almost more shocking to hear than the kiss. Light’s mouth gaped openly before he quickly shut it. Initiating sex? Kissing? Wait… 

 

“That’s what you’ve been doing this whole time?” Light asked incredulously.

 

“Yes. After Light-kun tried to take advantage–”

 

“I didn’t!” He did.

 

“– my inexperience earlier I decided to refresh my memory on the subject.” L stated simply.

 

And that was… the most ridiculous thing Light’s ever heard. Before he knew it, a smirk broke across his face and Light was laughing at L. Not in a friendly way, but in the way a bully might laugh at someone below them. L clearly noticed this because his eyes darkened even more than they already were.

 

But Kira was thrilled. His great enemy had been…

 

“So you’ve been watching porn this whole time.”

 

If L externally showed his embarrassment, Light was sure he would be seeing it now. Instead L just stood there rubbing his toes together, long appendages pressing together roughly.

 

Eventually Light’s laughter died down to just a chuckle, and he gave L a look of twisted mirth. This was better than he thought, if L was bad enough at this that he thought kissing would help with sex. Though if L was expecting Light to do anything remotely sexual in this room then he was dead wrong.

 

Light stood up from his chair, a fake smile on his face. It’s only day two of this month-long deal and Light had already reclaimed control. This month was going to go easier than he thought. “It’s late anyways. If we’re going to do this then it’s going to be in a normal bed.” Light spun on his heel and started to walk to the room with confidence. There was a jangle of chains and L soon showed up besides L, going with him. His finger was on his lip again and he looked like he was contemplating something.

 

After several minutes they came back to their shared room and Light immediately directed L to the shower room before he could say anything. He won’t have sex with a neanderthal.

 

When they were both clean, Light and L headed to the bed and sat down on it, facing each other. L had pulled out a bottle of lube from beneath the bed and Light immediately recognized it as the same one from yesterday. He held out a hand, gesturing for L to give it to him.

 

L stared. “No.”

 

“No?”

 

“I will be on top.”

 

Light’s hand clenched on the bed sheets and he sighed to expel his irritation. “Fine. But I will prepare myself.” He reached for the lube and L held it out of his reach. “No.”

 

“ Ryuzaki. ” Light hissed warningly but L stood his ground.

 

“I will be in control, that was the agreement.”

 

That was the agreement, but that didn’t make Light any happier about this. He scowled and crossed his arms. Light could handle being the receiving end, it was the loss of control that he would struggle with. In the very few times Light would bottom in the past, he would still take the dominant role. The only reason he had even agreed to this was because of the possibility of L giving his name.

 

Because by saying he will give Light his true name, L had basically implied that Light winning this sex game will mean L loses , completely. If the reward had been just being released from being a suspect, Light wouldn’t have bothered. But it wasn’t.

 

If Kira has L’s name, then he will win, no doubt about that. It was more than a name, it was the end of this cat and mouse game and Light can go on to creating his new world.

 

And if that meant dealing with some depressed shut-in's kinks, then Light wouldn’t hesitate.

 

Kira huffed and then stepped off the bed, reached for his buttons. But before he could get to the second one, L had reached out and grabbed his wrist. “I will do this. Light-kun will get back on the bed.” He tugged Light back onto the bed, pushing Light to lean against the headboards.

 

Light watched with an unimpressed stare  as L leaned in and began unbuttoning his shirt. L, noticing his gaze, cocked his head.

 

“Light-kun seems to be less interested this time than last time I unbuttoned your shirt. Should I turn the lights off again?” He asked, continuing to pop the buttons with those long nimble fingers. Light eyed the movement, not bothering to respond.

 

L didn’t stop. He unbuttoned everything and then pulled the shirt off and put it on the ground beside the bed, to Light’s annoyance. Those hands came back and rested on the waistband of his slacks. The spot made Light twitch slightly. Light may be familiar with sex, but it’s still been a while since he’s actually done it. Being stuck handcuffed to the world’s greatest detective for nearly a year does that.

 

Not only that, but those hands being so close to his groin made Light remember last night. The memory of L pressing against his back as he pleasured Light was… something. L’s fingers were also long , thin and bony but still long.

 

Soon enough those pants and briefs were unbuttoned and placed on the ground besides the shirt. Light instinctively let his legs close but L immediately pulled them apart, keeping him exposed and naked. “No hiding.”

 

“Then hurry up, Ryuzaki.” Light sneered, more defensive from the being so exposed. Being the only fully undressed while L was still wearing his entire outfit was a bit.. Unsettling. He was also impatient by how painfully slow L was going. If L had let Light deal with the clothes, they’d probably be half done right now. L was taking his sweet damn time.

 

Those long fingers moved and before Light could react L grabbed his length in a snug grip.

 

“ You – ” Light gasped at the pressure, hips involuntarily twitching. He turned to scowl at L but stopped when he saw the detective’s shadowed eyes.

 

“ I am the one who decides things. Not you.” Light whispered, his voice dropping even deeper than usual. He held Light firmly before letting go and picking up the bottle of lube again. He wet it and then leaned in close, towering over where Light lay on the blankets.

 

Then that hand was vanishing behind Light’s soft member and poking at a soft entrance. Long fingers circling a ring of tense, twitching muscle. Light clenched his fist and stared at L, refusing to back down, to display any weakness.

 

That slicked finger pressed in and Light made a soft sound, held back by his gritted teeth. He shifted a bit as L pressed that finger in slowly, and then out.

 

It's been a while , Light thought as he watched L's hand back and forth, that familiar burn starting up again. L's eyes flicked between looking at the movements and looking at Light's face, assessing, learning .

 

The finger was wiggling around, pressing against his walls and Light had to bite back a groan at the sensation. L glanced up and seemed to notice Light was holding back, because his finger started moving more fiercely. Rubbing and wiggling and– 

 

“Nngh–!”

 

Light jerked with a wide eyed gasp as those fingers pushed right on his prostate. He looked down at L and saw big black eyes staring straight at his face. The finger pressed again and Light’s hips twitched, his cock hardening from the pressure. Another finger joined and Light turned his head to muffle himself as those two fingers rubbed over his prostate, gliding on the slick lube easily. 

 

“Does Light-kun feel good here?” Light glared down at where L was perched between his legs, staring at him. He had that same expression as always but there was a slight spark in L’s eyes. These fingers sped up and Light cursed as L seemed to press further in. Both rubbing his prostate while simultaneously stretching the tight ring of flesh. He reached up to grip at the headboard, breaths becoming uneven.

 

Light wanted him to go faster, to stop with this foreplay already. He wanted to grab L’s wrist and take over. Wanted to flip them and take control. This felt– vulnerable , and Light despised it. It was unfamiliar, and that only made him hate it more. Maybe he could pin L and… and… 

 

No, he can’t. Doing that would be like admitting defeat, like giving in. But those fingers were pressing and stretching and it was making Light restless, his heart speeding up. It was just fingering, but why did it feel like so much ? Was it the unrelenting rubbing inside, or was it L’s watchful gaze? Light bucked his hips as those fingers pushed roughly against his prostate again and his hard length bounced with the movement.

 

Finally L pulled his fingers out with a wet pop and Light could see those long digits coated in lube. The detective was looking at Light’s hole with such intensity that Light almost squirmed. He wanted to know what L was thinking .

 

Light watched with a flushed look as L unzipped his jeans and pulled out his own cock, which stood at half mast. L reached for something in his pocket and pulled out– condoms.

 

Son of a– Light glowered, knowing that the condom meant L had been planning to use it this entire time. Sure, he expected it, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it.

 

L rolled the condom on Light first before rolling one on his own cock. After making sure both were secure, he poured lube on his cock, then hesitated for a second before putting more lube on. Only then did he move to line his length up with Light’s twitching hole, using one hand to hold his member while the other hand hooked Light’s leg over the detective’s shoulder. It was a vulnerable position but if L took another second Light was going to lose it. Light’s muscles at his rim twitched in anticipation before L finally pushed .

 

“Ah! Ng– “ Light gasped wetly and he clenched, which squeezed out a shaky exhale from L too. The detective wasn’t even all the way in , stopped by the tight muscles. Then he started pushing in slowly until he bottomed out with a sigh, length buried deep inside Light. At least that was easy enough, though not surprising considering how much lube L used.

 

“C’mon… move .” Light grumbled breathlessly. He had adjusted already and needed L to move . The detective shot him a look but did exactly that. He started thrusting slowly, hips sliding back and forth easily with the wetness. Light’s body moved with every push, his back pressing slightly on the headboard each time that length pressed in deep.

 

As L got his bearings, he began to speed up too. Light could feel the hot length driving into him at faster and faster speeds. The wet squelching sounds got louder and if Light would have gotten embarrassed if he wasn’t burning with pleasure . His cock bounced with each thrust and Light needed more. His muscles tensed and untensed, conflicted between relaxing and straining in the face of the onslaught. And L just sped up even more. Didn’t L eat candy all day? How does he have so much energy?

 

Unable to resist anymore, Light reached down towards his own length, fully intending to jerk himself into completion. But his plan was stopped as L slapped his hand away.

 

“N- no. Light-kun doesn’t… get to come until I.. decide he can.” L strained, taking breaths as he pressed into Light. Then he grabbed Light’s length with his hand and began pumping painfully slow. God. Light bucked his hips trying to make that damn hand do more and then a moan ripped out of him as the movement caused L’s length to thrust up right against his prostate.

 

And it was like a dam broke. With his free hand, L grabbed Light’s hips roughly and tugged him up so that L could hit that angle again. And soon enough every thrust, every rub of flesh on flesh, had Light seeing stars. He gripped on the headboard rails painfully hard, unable to stop every moan forced out by L’s ministrations. Light couldn't even buck his hips anymore because of how hard L held them. So the only friction he got on his cock was that horribly slow hand.

 

“ Ryuuzaki , I swear–”

 

Precum dripped out of Light’s tip and L swiped a thumb over the soft flesh, earning a strangled moan from Light. He was losing control, but it felt so good . He was getting closer and closer, that familiar burn that only comes with an orgasm was approaching fast.

 

And then L stopped. His hips slowed down and his hand paused on Light’s length. The detective leaned over above where Light lied, panting softly. Did he come already? Light gave a noise of confusion, giving L a frustrated look as the heat of his orgasm began fading already.

 

“Did you come… already?” Light gasped out, panting from exertion. If L left him hanging then Light’s going to strangle him right here. But to Light’s surprise, L shook his head.

 

“...No.”

 

So L just… stopped? Light bucked his hips again and groaned in frustration as L just loosened his grip enough that Light got no friction. 

 

“Then– move .” Light demanded, squeezing L with the leg that was hooked over that milky pale shoulder. Rough tufts of black hair tickled his bare skin and Light shivered. A minute passed before L began moving again, much to Light’s relief.

 

It didn’t long for L to get back to slamming into Light at the pace he held earlier. L’s hand pumped Light’s length and Light felt that warmth build in his pelvis again, his climax quickly approaching again. 

 

“Mm…” Light groaned, head tilting back as he lifts his hips to fuck into L’s grip. He was getting close again– just a little more– 

 

L stopped all movement again with a shaky breath and Light could have swore he felt the wood strain under the force of his grip.

 

“Stop– stopping !” Light shouted, infuriated that his orgasm has been stopped twice now by L randomly halting. “Ryuzaki!” He hadn’t planned to lose this much control but being right on the precipice of coming only to lose was making Light go insane. He was sweaty and unsatisfied, and his frustration was only growing.

 

Then his words were cut off by something covering his mouth and the smell of candy. Light’s eyes widened as he looked up at L, who was looming over him and shutting him up with a hand. When did he get so close? Light thought dizzily. He wanted to speak, to give L a piece of his mind, but he couldn’t. Light could have pulled L’s hand away, his hands were free after all. But something about L’s gaze kept Light frozen. It was different from the usual blank expression he carried.

 

Heated .

 

“Light-kun should be quiet,” L whispered sharply. “If he wants me to help him.” Then he pulled his hands away from Light’s mouth and Light was… speechless. He didn’t know if he should be mad that L had the audacity to shut him up like that, or if he should be impressed that L could show such an emotion. He decided on just lying there shocked.

 

With one hand, L grabbed Light’s hip again and tugged him up further onto the detective’s lap. Light could only moan as the movement made L press deeper inside of him. After beginning to jerk Light off with his other hand once more, L began thrusting again. The sound of flesh slapping on flesh returning. Each drive made Light see stars as his prostate was abused again. L wasn’t unnaturally large, but he angled himself in just the right way that he might as well be. 

 

For the third time this night, Light felt that bubbling of warmth build again.

 

“Don’t– don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop– again–” Light demanded breathily, his voice breaking on a few words. L just gripped his dick harder, which made Light nearly cry out in pleasure. Light moved his legs so that his feet were flat on the mattress, using the support to begin jerking his hips back onto L’s thrusts. He wasn’t even aware he was doing this– Light just knew he needed more. He needed to come so badly, the heat under his skin was bursting to escape.

 

Light could see L staring straight at him, the detective’s pallor was shining from sweat. There was a faintly red flush across his cheeks and light would have marveled at the actual color on the detective’s face if he wasn’t being fucked senseless. No, that sounded too vulgar. But it was true. God, he can’t think .

 

And then the heat exploded and Light felt his vision blink out from one of the most intense climaxes he’s ever had in his life. He made a sharp gasp of shock, stomach muscles twitching and clenching around L as he rode out the orgasm. Light’s body continued to get driven into by L’s pace, the detective obviously chasing his own peak too.

 

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Light thought, dazed from how good he felt. When the worst of it finally passed Light slumped, panting loudly from how strong that orgasm was. He’s heard that orgasms after edging were stronger, but Light had never bothered to try. Sex was a tool that he never bothered to focus too much on. Meet, fuck, finish. But something about this was… different.

 

Light’s eyes slowly rolled down to look at L and saw the other man was panting too, eyes covered by his black bangs. Had he come at the same time Light had? Light hadn’t been paying, nor did he particularly care. He was still in the afterglow of the orgasm and really couldn’t care less about anything right now. Didn’t care about the hands still resting on his thigh, or the warmth of the legs his ass was lying on.

 

Stop it.

 

Though Light did admittedly care a bit about how sweaty and filthy he felt. A lot. And the bedsheets on his back were sticking on his skin very uncomfortably. Light sighed heavily as L pulled out of him, ignoring the wet squelch sound and the dripping of lube from his ass.

 

God, he needs a shower. Badly. But the exhaustion was setting in and Light could feel his eyelids getting heavy. He fumbled to pull the condom off and heard L doing the same besides him. Without a word, Light took his used condom and threw both in the trash can besides the bed. He didn’t want to risk L messing up and spilling any of it, though he knew L was too skilled with his finger coordination to do so.

 

Fuck, all this had gone way past his usual sleep schedule and Light knew he was going to feel it tomorrow. He was going to feel a lot of things tomorrow.

 

So he shoved down the tiredness and sat up with a grunt, eyes blinking slowly in the room. The only light was the lamp by the bed, which was enough. Light slid off the bed and grabbed his discarded clothes off the floor. He almost considered against putting them on but figured he’d wash them anyway so he pulled the shirt and pants back on. Then with a grimace at the ache in his legs, Light began walking to the bathroom. Though his walk was swiftly stopped by a tug on his hand and– oh right, the handcuff. Light’s nearly forgotten he had it on.

 

L was on the bed, already in his usual perching position with that awful slouch. He had tugged on the chain before Light had even gotten a step off the bed.

 

“Where is Light-kun going?” As if he didn’t already know.

 

Light glowered at him. “I’m going to shower . I refuse to sleep like this, nor on that bed.” He tried to tug the chain but was too weak to pull it back. Damn.

 

“Watari-san can clean up the bed.” L said so matter-of-factly that Light wanted to hit him. But to his surprise L slid off the bed and headed over to Light. If it weren’t for the thin lines of sweat and flush on his pale skin, L would have looked completely normal. If borderline homeless could be called normal. 

 

“How do you feel?” L asked with a slight tilt in his head. He didn’t look like he gave a damn.

 

“Fine .” That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had and I’m mad because you gave it to me. Light headed to the showers, ignoring the heaviness in his body. He just wanted to sleep this off.

 

Fortunately L didn’t ask anymore questions, satisfied with just observing until Light closed the door on him, at least as much as it could close with the handcuff there.. Then Light showered quickly, washing his hair. When he went to try to clean inside, Light grimaced at the soreness between his legs. It didn’t hurt, it was just a dull ache that he knew would be much worse tomorrow.

 

After finishing up and leaving the bathroom, Light saw that the bedsheets had already been changed and cleaned. L was still by the door, unable to go anywhere because of the handcuff, looking the same as he did earlier. Wearing the same clothes.

 

“Absolutely not.” Light immediately said. L just gave him that stupid fish look.

 

“What is it? Everything is cleaned up and should be to Light-kun’s satisfaction.”

 

“You’re filthy .” L looked a bit offended at that. “You’re not going to sleep on the bed unless you shower.”

 

“But I’ve already showered today.”

 

“Because I made you shower. And that was before we–!” He cut himself off, unable to say it. Light is way too tired to be doing this right now and he knew it showed in his behavior. But it was late and he just went through mindblowing sex and would really like to sleep.

 

L gave Light a look. “Are you embarrassed that we had sex?”

 

That only made Light scowl. “No. I just don’t want to sleep on the bed with you knowing you’re still wearing the same clothes you wore earlier.”

 

“You are avoiding the word sex.” L continued, disregarding what Light said. “Why are you ashamed? Is it because you liked it? Like how you liked last night?”

 

Light seized the chain of the handcuff and yanked as hard as he could, straining his sore muscles. The action made L stumble a bit. “I enjoyed the sex surprisingly enough, considering you’re a virgin. I just didn’t enjoy that it was with you .” He sneered. 

 

“Light-kun thinks I’m a virgin?”

 

Light faltered then, finding no lies in L’s expression. Actually, there wasn’t a lot on L’s expression actually, as usual. He’s not a virgin? The thought made Light a bit… annoyed. Annoyed that he wasn’t the one to take L’s first time, that someone other than Kira had been with L first. Huh. It shouldn’t matter, but he still felt irritated by it. 

 

Irritated enough that he sent L a glare and headed to the bed. It was only the second day and he was already losing his composure. The sex was making him crazy and they’ve only done it once.

 

“If you won’t shower, then at least change your clothes and– wipe yourself. And you’re not using the blanket.” Light declared as he lay down on his side of the bed, tugging the blankets toward him. It was childish but Light just wanted to sleep and like hell he was going to let L keep him from that. He even clicked off room lights so L would have to navigate the dark.

 

Light heard a rustling of clothes and movement from the chain when there was a dip in the bed beside him. He waited for a few moments, listening intently as the shuffling continued and– sure enough, the sound of a laptop waking up was audible. Even after what happened, L still planned to stay up late working.

 

At least this time, Light was too exhausted to start yelling. The typing and soft buzz of the machine was familiar anyways. After months of sleeping with the detective, Light had gotten used to dealing with his odd quirks and behavior. It was as if their contrasting lifestyles merged and still managed to work.

 

Not for long , Light thought tiredly. This was just temporary, just a means to an end, the end being Kira finally claiming his role as god of the new world. Everything Light had with L, from their intertwined lives, their rivalry, their games, even this odd sex deal, will only last until Light gets L’s name. Until he wins the game.

 

Until Kira kills L.

Notes:

next chapter coming soon trust... nothing is proofread and ik my spellcheck hates me so just point out any mispellings or mistakes. I left an entire sentence unfinished last chapter and realized just now terrible times

Also in case anyones wondering why L kept stopping its because he read somewhere that stopping right before orgasm will help him last longer but he just ended up edging them both. Sorry not sorry if the characters are a bit ooc if you couldn't tell my IQ probably doesn't touch triple digits. Only slightly below L and Light.

Chapter 3

Summary:

Posted September 4th, 2025

Day 3: Handjobs and licking

Notes:

Reminder that i'm a terrible writer. don't have high expections.

I have a bad habit for writing seriously when forgetting its a crack fic. And then writing crack and forgetting I really bad humor

Anyways here's day three posted on the third of october just like i promised day three!

 

“Liiight, this is boring.”

 

Light glanced at the corner of his eye, making sure to keep his face turned towards the files he was flipping through.

 

They were all in the investigation room again with the Kira task force. After being dismissed early the day before, it seemed everyone had decided to come in with more energy for catching Kira than usual. Which was, theoretically, a good thing.

 

Except Light is Kira. And Kira woke up this morning aching and sore and not feeling very much like the god he knew he was. To top it off, Light had woken up to the sound of candy wrappings beside him which could only mean one thing.

 

After shouting at L about candy in bed and getting ants and bugs in the room, Light’s mood had become even more foul and his body ached too much to even hit L. Then the two had been interrupted by Watari coming in and telling them the task force had come early.

 

Which meant leaving the comfort of the bed. Normally he wouldn’t mind, but again: Kira woke up aching and sore and cursing everything.

 

And another thing that, had Light been a less observant man, he wouldn’t have noticed. But he was observant and so he did notice Watari very subtly avoiding his gaze. Which admittedly made sense because the old man had been the one to clean the bed last night. Light didn’t care what the old man thought, of course, but even he didn’t want to hang around too long with such an awkward topic silently hanging in the air.

 

Now here everyone was in the investigation room, going through more useless leads and sitting around getting nowhere, as usual. Light was at his computer besides L’s part of the desk, tabs of recent victims on his screen and a stack of more papers by his side.

 

“Come onn Light, it’s been a while since we talked. And it’s been a while since I’ve had an apple…”

 

Light continued to stare at his papers. He knew he couldn’t ignore Ryuk forever but maybe he’ll get lucky and the Shinigami will get bored and distracted. Light leaned forward in his chair and winced at the dull ache in his lower muscles. Absolutely not. He just rolled his chair forward instead.

 

Ryuk just took that as a sign to keep talking. Frankly, he would have taken a bomb going off as a sign to keep talking. Which is terrible because Light really wasn’t in the mood to deal with Ryuk talking. He’ll consider the bomb.

 

Light picked up his pen and jotted down an arrow and a timeframe on a notepad. The direction for where the newest apple farm is and how long it would take to get there. Light tapped it once, slightly turning it for Ryuk to see. He heard a sound like bone and leather stretching and knew the Shinigami was looking at it.

 

“Another apple farm?” The familiar gravely voice rasped. “Hyuk, well see ya!”

 

And he was gone, no hesitation. Not a word exchanged other than Ryuk’s usual useless drabble. Just the prospect of apples was enough to immediately send the shinigami off, black wings unfurled to fly straight through the wall. The apple farm Light directed him to was relatively large, so it should keep him occupied for at least a few days. Light didn’t care much for the Shinigami, but he also didn’t want Ryuk to see… anything.

 

Just the possibility of Ryuk coming in while Light and L were doing any– no, no it was too terrible to imagine. Light needed the location of every apple farm and store in Japan within the week. If he was going to keep this up, he’ll continue diverting Ryuk’s attention.

 

But that was for later. Right now, he was Light Yagami, studious son of the police chief who was on the chase for Kira. Not Light Yagami definitely not Kira distracting a shinigami with apple trees. So Light scribbled gibberish on the note and then tore it out. He tossed it into the trashcan and then turned back to the computer. 

 

Back to ‘work’.

 

Boring, mind-numbing work.

 

See, if Light had been who he was before the Death Note, he would have dove head first into the Kira investigation. An ambitious young man with the desire to bring justice to wrongdoers and criminals. And that Light would have seen Kira as an enemy, a monster.

 

But that Light never existed, not really. Because at his core, Light knew he has always been like this, death note or not. This twisted sense of justice he believed in has been festering from the first time his father told him what type of people criminals were. Scum on the earth, undeserving of life. Kira is the god that will cleanse the world of those filth.

 

Hiding his smirk, Light rolled his chair up to the desk and switched between tabs of the supposed Kira victims. Whether they had died of heart attacks or just in suspicious ways, they were listed here. The room was filled with the sound of typing and paper rustling and Light was… still bored. He knew everything the task force was trying to find out. So all these hours put into going through the Kira victims was… useless. It was a meaningless task for Light, because there was nothing to learn.

 

No criminal to catch, no lead to find. And this pointlessness was too understimulating for a mind of his caliber. It was tedious trying to focus on something that doesn’t catch his interest.

 

But the thing that irks Light the most is that this has never been a problem before. These past few months of working with the Task Force, Light had never found it overly dull or uninteresting. He quite enjoyed making everyone go after useless information, especially Matsuda.

 

It hadn’t been until just a few days ago that focusing on the Kira investigation became harder. Well, not hard , per say, but just more effort was required to stay on task. His mind has been wandering more often these past 2 days.

 

And the reason for that was sitting just a few feet away, perched on the edge of his seat, eating strawberry cake.

 

“You are looking over here. Do you need something, Light-kun?” 

 

“...No.” Light wasn’t even aware he had looked over at L and he turned back to his computer. His eye twitched at the thought of L calling him out for looking over. How dare L have the audacity… 

 

A few more minutes passed of silence except for keyboard clicking and Light couldn’t take it anymore. He looked up and met L’s gaze. Again.

 

“Do you need something, Light-kun?” He said in that bland voice again.

 

I hate you .

 

“Yes, actually.” Light said, pasting a fake smile on his face and spinning his chair slightly to face L. He knew L could see right through it, but the other task members in the room only saw Light Yagami, the perfect child.

 

Because that was what he was: perfect.

 

While Light isn’t completely sure why L wanted to do this odd deal, he suspected it had to be the detective's attempt at trying to break Light and make him confess. And if L thinks that a month straight of sleeping together was going to make Light think any less of himself, then he was dead wrong. Hopefully dead, undoubtedly wrong.

 

“I’ve been wondering about your progress on the Kira investigation. You haven’t been accusing me as often recently, have you realized I’m not Kira?” Light said, the hint of challenge hidden in his voice. It was a message to L, telling the other man that Light wasn’t backing down yet.

 

L just gave Light a curious look, scooping a spoonful of cake into his mouth. “Just because we are sleeping together does not mean I stopped suspecting you of being Kira.”

 

…

 

The room suddenly became very silent, and Light froze. He stared at L’s blank expression before his brain sped to the knowledge that he needed to do damage control. Immediately. He could feel a few eyes on him and an especially heavy one was coming straight from a certain Soichiro Yagami.

 

Matsuda’s voice came up weakly from where he was seated. The young man looked around at the others, as if checking to see if anyone heard that too. “Uh…”

 

Light blocked that out to stare at L, who still looked like he always did. Calm and collected, spoon pinched between his index and thumb. Not even a hint of shame in that ugly mug.

 

What is wrong with this guy??

 

As much as he wanted to, attacking L right now would only give the task force the wrong idea. Or rather, the right idea and not the wrong idea that Light wanted them to have. He needs to nip this at the bud before the idea of L and Light sleeping together settles too deeply into the minds of the task force.

 

So Light clenched his fist and stayed externally calm, his smile turned poisonous.

 

“Don’t phrase it like that, Ryuzaki, or people will misinterpret your meaning. I only sleep in the same bed as you and it’s solely because of these.” He held up the handcuffed hand and let the metal jangle with a slight jerk of his wrist. Light could faintly hear a communal sigh of relief echo in the room before the others went back to minding their own business, except for a certain chief of police.

 

And the asshole popped another scoop of cake into his mouth and spoke while chewing. “I meant exactly what I said, Light-kun. You are still my main suspect whether we sleep together or not, but if you need me to clarify what I mean by sleep–”

 

“ No .” Light hissed, lowering his voice so that only L could hear him clearly. “Stop that. Do you have no shame?”

 

“I am simply trying to clear up any misunderstandings between us, Light-kun. I do not want you assuming I no longer suspect you.”

 

“Enough with this foolish idea, Ryuzaki. I’m not Kira.” Light leaned in closer to L, ignoring the slight ache in his hips. He didn’t want the others listening in. Plus, seeing L and Light speak quietly to each other wasn’t new to anyone. “And stop saying we’re sleeping together.”

 

“But we are. And you are Kira.”

 

Light grit his teeth in frustration at L’s insistence on being the most annoying thing on earth. And because of the detective’s blank expression, Light couldn’t use his face to read L’s emotions. Was L messing with him or did he just have no sense of propriety?

 

“You look troubled. Cake?” And then L had the gall to hold up a spoonful of cake in Light’s direction.

 

“I don’t want your cake. Ryu–”

 

L cut Light off by opening his gaping maw and bringing the spoon to his mouth. “Good. I wasn’t going to give you it either way.”

 

Light’s going to lose it. He’s actually going to lose it. He glowered at the man across from him before abruptly standing up and turning away to walk away. The chain pulled taut but Light kept walking until it gave and the familiar patter of bare feet followed behind him once more.

 

“Where are you going?” L asked. Light glanced around the room as he walked, looking at the other task force members. He noticed a few were glancing over at him and L, probably being nosy after the earlier conversation. Light gritted out. “Restroom.”

 

“...I see.” Was all L said as they walked out of the workspace, leaving the other task force members. The bleak dark walls trailed by as Light headed in the direction of the bathroom, and he thought they were too dull, dare Light say understimulating. He didn’t need much to stay productive and composed, but even he got bored of blank walls.

 

The thin chain dragged on the carpet between them as they headed towards the bathrooms, the line connecting them into one as Light led the way and his other followed.

 

L’s voice chimed in again, unprompted. “But Light-kun hasn’t drank any water today and we’ve only been here for two hours. You also spent a long time in the bathroom this morning already.”

 

“Ryuzaki, I would really like it if you didn’t deduce my bathroom routine.” Light muttered through gritted teeth.

 

“Deduce? I haven’t deduced anything. I only stated the facts.”

 

Was L being annoying on purpose? Undoubtedly, but why ?

 

Before Light could start strangling L in the middle of the hallway, the sound of footsteps approached and Light looked over L’s shoulder to see his father, who had approached them. Which wasn’t surprising, considering how Soichiro had been eyeing L and Light since earlier. Light knew it was a matter of time before his father confronted him about the handcuff situation. Again.

 

“...Dad.” Light greeted, and Soichiro responded with a nod. “Light.” Then he turned to L with the filthiest stink eye ever and Light could have burst out laughing if he had any less control over himself.

 

“Ryuzaki.” Soichiro stated firmly. “I would like to speak to my son alone.” But as Light expected, L immediately refused Soichiro’s request. The detective placed a finger on his chin, giving Soichiro his bug eyed gaze.

 

“I can’t do that, Yagami-san. As I mentioned before, I can not let your son out of my sight.”

 

There was a slight twitch in Soichiro’s face that Light recognized as his father holding back from going against L. How infuriating it must be, Light thought amusedly, to be the chief of the NPA yet still below this sugar obsessed beast.

 

Yet Soichiro didn’t back down and continued, eyeing the handcuffs. “This… method of yours is a cause for concern. Your conversation earlier–”

 

Ah. Light could see where this was going and he decided to step in now. “Dad, it isn’t like that. Ryuzaki was just saying things.” He explained, lying as easily as he breathes. “He hasn’t done anything to me.”

 

Soichiro immediately turned towards Light, lips pressed together tensely. He studied Light’s face for a moment before speaking. “Light, I’m still worried. What Ryuzaki said before was… troubling..”

 

And as nettlesome as it was, Light truly couldn’t blame his father for worrying. L was a bit concerning sometimes, and it was true that they had slept together. Though Light had no intentions of telling his father that. Despite his usual distant attitude, Soichiro did care for his wife and kids, and that included Light.

 

And because of that, he’d rather not have his dad go around thinking L was forcing Light to do anything. Plus, his pride didn’t want that.

 

“It’s really nothing. Ryuzaki was just messing around.” Light gave L a quick glance, a silent message in his eyes. The detective, of course, caught on immediately. They both knew that if Soichiro suspected L was taking advantage of Light then the police chief would make it his life mission to bring absolute hell.

 

Sure, L could deal with it, but did he really want to have to deal with both the Kira case and a furious father and chief of the NPA? 

 

There was a brief moment of silence before L just bobbed his head in a nod, displaying agreement with Light and not saying anything. Great backup.

 

But it seemed to convince Soichiro. The man’s gaze flicked between L and Light and then one more frown at the handcuff connecting them before sighing, shaking his head wearily. “Just… Light, do not hesitate to come to me if anything happens.”

 

Light nodded, pasting on a pleasant smile. “Of course, dad.”

 

With that, Soichiro gave Light one last glance before turning and heading back to the main workspace with the others. As soon as he was gone, the smile was wiped from Light’s face and returned to its usual passive expression.

 

The young man spun on his heel and continued his trek to the restroom. Light didn’t really need to use it, but he didn’t want to prove L’s earlier ‘deduction’ right and it was a break from sitting around doing basically nothing. Light did not like the feeling of doing nothing.

 

He should be out there, armed with his death note and doing his job as god and cleansing out the evil. That was productive, that was what the world needed . But instead, Light was stuck here while Misa and the fake Kira she chose did it instead.

 

Light didn’t exactly mind, since the job of Kira was still being fulfilled. As long as he knew that the evil of the world was facing the justice they deserved, then he was satisfied. But it irked Light that the only reason he couldn’t go out and do it himself was because of the man following behind him.

 

The world’s greatest detective, L.

 

And it wasn't because L was forcing him to stay here, exactly. Whenever Light felt like it, he could just give up his memories and commence with the plan to get L's name and end this game once and for all. But something kept Light from doing that, whether it be his joy in the hunt or that stupid month-long sex thing L started. Whatever it was, it was keeping Light here.

 

“It’s very interesting, Light-kun.”

 

Light snapped out of his thoughts to listen to L. He was tempted to just not respond but ultimately did so anyway. Something about L always spurred him into reacting. “What is?”

 

“The way you interact with people.” L said calmly. “You look down on others, like they're lesser. It's very like Kira to keep up a likeable facade the way you do.”

 

Light raised an eyebrow at that and glanced over at L. The detective had come closer so they were nearly side by side and his eyes were flicking around the hallway as if looking for something.

 

“I'm not sure what you're talking about, Ryuzaki. I like people and treat them accordingly.” Light responded, taking a turn to the bathroom that is strangely far away. “If you think me being a proper member of society makes me Kira then you're wrong.”

 

There was movement at the corner of his eye and Light saw L tapping at his chin with that long spindly finger again. The same finger that– 

 

No. Not now. Do not think about that now.

 

“Do not get me wrong, Light-kun.” L hummed, eyes looking around the corridor as they walked. “I do not think you are incapable of liking and caring for people. You clearly do like and maybe even enjoy the presence of very certain individuals. You just do not see them on equal standing as you.”

 

“So what, you think I'm Kira because I think I'm a little better than other people?”

 

“No. I think you're Kira because you're childish and arrogant and your intellectual superiority has led you to believe you're better than everyone else.”

 

The hell.

 

Light immediately shot L a dark look at that, not liking L's description at all. The detective didn't even look fazed. Childish? Arrogant? As if L was any better when it came to acting like a child . Not only that, but Light was better than other people and he knew it. L knew it. They both shared similar intelligence levels after all, just different experiences.

 

“...well, I suppose it's a good thing I'm not Kira then.” Light said.

 

“No, you definitely are. Hold on. Stop for a minute please.”

 

The chain suddenly pulled tight and he came to an abrupt halt. Confused, Light glanced back at L, a question on his lips. The detective had stopped in front of a small drawer by the wall of the corridor and was opening it.

 

“What is that?” Light asked. The bathroom was just ahead, the author definitely not moving it further every sentence to prolong this random scene.

 

Light watched as L rummaged around the drawer and pulled out– a lollipop.

 

“You have to be joking.” Light whispered as he stepped closer and peered into the drawer of… candy. The whole drawer was filled with an assortment of wrapped sweets. Little balls of candies and treats and lollipops filled the desk. And they were all new too, high quality and clearly restocked recently.

 

“There are a few compartments around the building in case I find myself without candy.” L explained, as if a reason made this any better. He rolled the candy around in his mouth with his tongue and Light could hear a wet pop. Fuck. “Watari-san makes sure to refill them often. Would you like one?”

 

It was a bit vexing, Light ascertained, as he stared at L slurping on a lollipop. To think this manchild had the audacity to call Light childish when he himself had stashes of candy around the building because he couldn’t go ten minutes without it. If Light didn’t kill L first then a sugar overdose will.

 

“...no. I don’t.” Was all Light said and L just simply closed the drawer, unbothered. How they haven’t gotten any bug infestations yet was beyond Light. Watari must be doing an insanely good job of keeping the building clean.

 

After a moment Light pulled himself together and they continued their way to the restroom, where Light… honestly didn’t even need to go. He had just wanted a change of scenery from the boredom of the workspace. The monotone colors of the task force building were uninteresting to him. Light liked a neat workspace, not a dull one.

 

So all Light did when he went in was wash his face, clearing his mind. L stood outside, gnawing his lollipop and unable to even wander off because of the chain.

 

They walked back to the workspace in silence. Not comfortable silence, but just silence for what it is: quiet.

 

They made it back without any further fanfare. Light gave a quick nod to his father, who was watching Light with worried eyes. Soichirou's concern showed in his old eyes and Light made sure to reassure him that it was fine.

 

When Light went to sit down, he couldn't hold back the wince as he put pressure on his ass. Walking around had dulled the ache enough that Light nearly forgot about it until he sat again. L stared at him, clearly noticing the wince.

 

“...does it hurt?”

 

Light shot L a glance, keeping his voice low. “No. It doesn't hurt, it's just…” Sore.

 

He adjusted himself on the seat so that there was less pressure on his ass. It was an unfamiliar feeling. In the past, Light usually felt fine after sex. Frankly, he didn’t feel anything, physically nor emotionally. Maybe because he was always the one leading and he never let his bed partners go as rough as L did. Or maybe because he never saw the people he slept with as any more than tools of quick relief.

 

Which was annoying to think about, L being the first person to make Light feel so much about something as immaterial as sex.

 

L appeared to think about something for a minute before calling Watari to get him another slice of cake since he’s eaten all of his previous slice already. He waited a few seconds for the old man to leave, then the detective turned to Light, his voice ever so slightly lower than usual. It was better than his usual full volume, so at least Light could appreciate this.

 

“You are my top suspect, Light-kun. As I was saying earlier before your convenient restroom break, us sleeping together does not change anything, nor will it.”

 

Not this again.“And as I also expressed earlier, don’t say that. I don’t care, and I’m not Kira. I still don’t know what you’re planning with this, but it’ll only prove my innocence.” Light huffed.

 

“No, it won’t.”

 

Light sent the detective a frown, the response just made him more curious about why L even proposed this whole thing. Light didn’t like that L was planning something and he hasn’t figured it out yet.

 

“Why not?”

 

“Why do you ask? Is it because you’re Kira and want to know if I plan to expose you by sleeping with you?”

 

It was obvious that L had been saying ‘sleeping together’ repeatedly all day just to get under Light’s skin. And it was working. Unfortunately, he couldn’t take a second trip to the bathroom because then it would be obvious how much L’s words were affecting him.

 

“I’m not joking, Ryuzaki. I meant it before and I mean it now, stop saying that.”

 

“Light-kun is the one trying to pry answers out of me. I am simply giving him a reminder of his place.”

 

“My place ?”

 

It’s too many times in one day that Light had felt like a blood vessel popped. Before he could spew death threats, Watari returned with a plate. Light held his tongue and watched as the bane of his godhood eagerly accepted the new perfectly cut slice of cake, topped with the usual strawberries and cream. Cream. White.

 

“We’re not talking about this here.” Light said sternly. Even if Watari knew about the sex deal, doesn’t mean Light wants to talk about it in front of him. And seeing the old man also reminded Light that his old man was in the room, definitely in hearing distance if any of the genii raised their voices just a little more.

 

L just shrugged. “If that is what you want. But do not mistake anything we do as me letting you off. You are still my top suspect for this case.” With a bite of his new sugar-laden cake, he turned back to his computer and continued with what he was doing. A quick glance told Light that L was actually doing his job this time, and not researching… porn like he had been yesterday.

Well then, there was that. Light returned his face to his usual calm expression as he returned to his own papers, careful of his sitting position to not put too much pressure on his backside.

 

If it weren’t for the presence of the others, Light wouldn’t have been able to hold back. But he didn’t want to ruin his reputation with them yet, not when they were still useful. As amusing as it was to mess with the task force, specifically Matsuda, and watch them flail with useless leads, Kira still needed them if he was going to continue with his plans.

 

He would need support and lackeys as he continued to ascend into his position as god, because even Light knew he couldn't handle everything alone. Sure, normal people weren't as efficient or useful as Light was, but it was man power. A hive does not work without its worker bees after all.

 

The rest of the day passed quietly. Light and L went back to doing their respective work. At least, pretending to work for Light. It wasn’t worth the trouble trying to concentrate when he knew what was going to happen later in the day. Just thinking about it made Light’s lower area ache. Every glance over at L made his lower area ache. Just sitting down made him ache.

 

Soon the end of the work day came, and everyone filed out of the building, saying their goodbyes. Then it was only Light, L, and Watari left.

 

And uh Soichiro.

 

Light eyed his father, who was looking back at him with furrowed brows. It was obvious Soichiro wanted to say something but was holding back. In the end he just gave Light a look before also leaving, leaving the geniuses and Watari in the room alone. There was an awkward silence as everyone continued to pretend to work before L got up and headed to Watari. Light couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but he saw hands moving in an exchange of some sort. Suspicious.

 

After that, L walked back to sit down again. It was then that old man knew it was time for him to leave, because Light saw Watari quietly shuffling out of the room soon after.

 

He isn’t sure how much Watari knows about the whole month-long sex deal, and frankly he doesn’t want to know.

 

As soon as his assistant was gone, L promptly stood up from his chair and tugged on the chain like a leash. “Come.”

 

There was immediately a look of disdain on Light’s face at the command. “I’m not a dog.” He responded, leaning back on his chair and immediately regretting it because of the pressure on his back. It was feeling way better than this morning, but Light still disliked it.

 

“Aren’t you? If I recall correctly, the agreement was that I could do whatever I want. And if I want you to act like a dog, then you do.”

 

“That was not the agreement.”

 

L did that stupid thing where he tapped at his chin as if he was thinking things over.

 

“My apologies, Light-kun. I must have misinterpreted my own words.” L said, tapping his fuckass chin. “Could you repeat what we had agreed on then?”

 

Light did not respond. Instead, Light fumed and felt a blood vessel pop.

 

And I get to do whatever I want to you every time. As long as it’s reasonable.

 

Yeah, he isn’t saying that, and L knew it.

 

The second time L tugged on the chain, Light got up from the chair silently and followed. His face was dark, deathly glare obvious. L led them to the bedroom, ignoring the sinister mood coming from Light. They both shower, or rather Light once again makes L shower as well because no way was Light going to do a damn thing with L if the detective was dirty. Finally the two head to the bed.

 

Here we go again. Light thought as he sat down on the soft sheets, looking up at L. The detective had stopped in front of where Light was sitting. He reached into his jean pocket and pulled out– 

 

“... a blindfold ?” Light asked immediately, eyeing the long fabric in L’s hand. There were only a number of reasons why long fabric would be brought to bed. Too thin and weak to be used as rope but not too silky that it’d slip off immediately. 

 

It was unexpected. Light had supposed that basic vanilla was going to be the furthest this deal went. For some reason, the man had assumed that L was into basic things even though the detective was clearly a freak. If not in bed, then in the head…

 

“Is there a problem with it?”

 

“Of course not.” Light responded immediately and snatched it out L’s hand. It was a very soft fabric, long and silky. The color was a dark grey, and Light had no doubt that he would not be able to see anything if it went over his eyes.

 

And that was the problem, though Light will not voice it. He wouldn’t be able to see anything with his eyes covered, and that was a level of vulnerability that he was unsure of coming near. Light craved feeling in control of his surroundings, so giving it up to the one person who actually proved a threat to his plans and being didn’t sound good at all.

 

Or does it? Light glanced up at L, who was staring back with watchful eyes. In these past months, had L ever truly hurt him? Had he caused Light a pain that he couldn’t bounce back from with vigor? 

 

No, despite everything, L has never hurt him. Hurt his plans, yes, and that was almost as bad. But L had never gone out of his way to do something with the sole intention of harming Light. Not yet, anyway , he thought.

 

“... My hands stay freed.” 

 

L hummed. “I do not think Light-kun is in a position to–”

 

The soft fabric wrinkles as Light tightens his grip. “My hands stay free.” He repeats.

 

L seemed to consider it for a minute before shrugging. “As you wish. I supposed I had no plans to restrain your hands today anyways.”

 

Light ignored the implication that L might have plans to ‘restrain him’ in the future. This was a small win for now.

 

He gave the blindfold one last glance before raising it up to his eyes and pulling the soft fabric around his head. His vision immediately blocked. For how thin the fabric felt, L clearly chose something that wouldn’t let any light through.

 

The feeling of his eyes being covered was unsettling. But Light quieted that unease by comparing it to the first night he had with L, where the lights had been off. The only difference this time was that L could see and Light couldn’t. Very small difference. Barely noticeable.

 

His hands did not shake while tying the blindfold, but Light did have difficulty getting the almost silky fabric to work with him.  

 

“You’re tying it wrong.”

 

And then cold hands wrapped around his own and Light’s froze. If his eyes weren’t covered, they would have widened in shock.

 

The touch was light but the presence was heavy. Especially since he couldn’t see anything, the feeling of those hands around his head, pulling the blindfold tightly around his head and tying it at the end. L must be right in front of him now, to reach behind Light like that. And he could sense L's sleeves brushing his cheeks.

 

Light let his hands fall to his lap, hyper focused on the feeling of movement at the back of his head. One of L's fingers was holding Light still, the digit pressed firmly against his scalp. Light's senses were heightened without his sight so every touch was intensified.

 

This wasn’t the first time L has touched him, far from it. Frankly, Light’s experienced more than enough of L’s touch. But this was gentle, too gentle. Even the firm hold was gentle.

 

Light didn’t move as L tied the blindfold. And in only a second, the detective was already moving away, leaving Light sitting on the bed in pitch darkness. He could only tell where L  was by the sound of footfall, and even that was hard to pinpoint because of the carpet. Light is a god, he should not be shrouded in darkness like this.

 

But suddenly there was a hot breath on his cheek and a hand on his chest, and a god’s mind blanked.

 

“Lie back.”

 

Light let the hand guide him backwards until his back hit the bed, sheets molding into his shape. His head stayed facing upward as he listened to the movements around him. It was as if he was suddenly hyper aware of everything now that his sight was gone. When the bed shifted from L’s weight, Light instinctively reached up and grabbed at L’s sleeves though L quickly shook him off. Light lied his arms at his sides instead.

 

There was a gentle breath on Light’s cheek and he tensed. He could smell the strong scent of sugar, no doubt from the multitude of candies and cakes L had eaten earlier in the day. Throughout his entire life actually. 

 

For a horrifying second, Light wondered what a kiss with L would feel like. Not like that comically bad kiss from yesterday where he had been caught off guard. But rather a normal, deep kiss. Would it feel as empty as the kisses Light has shared with his past relationships? Or would it burn as hot as the hand on his chest right now?

 

No. No, he doesn’t want to kiss L. Why would he want to kiss L? Why is he thinking about kissing L?

 

“You are thinking too much.”

 

The deep voice rumbled right next to his ear and Light couldn’t help the gasp that was ripped from him. He leaned his head away from where the voice came from but a hand suddenly grabbed his chin and twisted his head back to its previous position. “Hey-!”

 

The hand didn’t let go and Light squirmed, the heavy presence of another body hovering over him, pressing him to the bed. Those fingers dug into the soft flesh of his jaw, not enough to seriously hurt but enough to make Light clench his teeth.

 

Light’s fingers twitched, resisting the urge to tear the blindfold off. He couldn’t take it off yet, not when he had just put it on and lied saying that it wasn’t a problem. The petty side of him wouldn’t let that happen. So he stayed still as L gripped his face. Light’s own hands clenched the sheets and calmed himself.

 

Nimble fingers of L’s free hand then trailed down the front of his sweater and Light couldn’t help as his back arched into it. Despite not being able to feel it completely because of his layers, the knowledge that L’s hands were going so slow was…

 

He focused on the feeling of the hand slowly heading down to the front of his pants. A finger slipped under the waistband and Light squirmed at the cold touch. He wished he could see L’s face, to try and decipher that blank wall that was his greatest enemy. 

 

The finger caressed at the dip of his hip, pressing into the soft flesh there for a second before finally moving further down into his pants.

 

“Ah–” Light tensed as he felt the hand finally grip his member, fingers deftly wrapping around the hilt and giving a stroke. It wasn’t a smooth movement from the lack of lube, but Light felt it all the same. He resisted the urge to buck his hips into the hand that was moving torturously slow.

 

The pressure on his cock moved away and Light felt the bed shift as L moved. There was a familiar click of a cap opening, one that Light recognized immediately as the bottle of lube. Where does he keep that thing… Light thought. He’s never seen it in any of the drawers, so does L just carry it around? That was a thought Light didn’t want to dwell on for long.

 

But when L was done and returned, rather than moving to his entrance, a now slicked hand gripped at Light’s half hard member instead. Resuming the snail’s pace of strokes. Light squirmed again, his breath picking up. It wasn’t fast enough to actually push Light to the edge, but he was still feeling hot and bothered. Especially since he couldn’t see and all his body could perceive was the hand holding his jaw and the strokes on his dick.

 

“What, all foreplay today?” Light taunted, ignoring the unease he felt from being blinded and touched. There was a wet flesh sound everytime L stroked from the lube and he resisted the desire to buck. “Yesterday was… ah… too much for you?”

 

“Penetration isn’t necessary for sex. And it is Light-kun who needs rest today. I’m going easy on you.”

 

Wow. Light really did not like being told that he was being ‘gone easy on’.

 

“Really? Is– mm – I don’t need to be coddled.” He blamed his hardening reaction to the fact that he was getting his dick stroked. Not the gentle hand stroking him nor the mumbling voice hovering above him.

 

“On the contrary,” Light shuddered as the hand on his cheek caressed him almost gently. This felt wrong. This felt wrong from the L who had fucked into him mercilessly just yesterday. “I believe Light-kun would enjoy being taken care of, if he just let others do so.”

 

The hand on his dick picked up the pace a bit, barely noticeable but for Light, who was the recipient of the touch, it was like the difference between night and day. He felt hot, pressed between the bed and L while the heat between his legs grew.

 

“Don’t be stupid.” Light huffed, ignoring how his stomach flipped from the words and every stroke on his sensitive flesh. He wanted to rip the blindfold off. “You sleep with me for two nights and suddenly–ah– assume I need to be treated carefully? I am not fragile, and as a detective you should know that. I’m your main suspect after all.”

 

A sigh came from above him. “For someone so intelligent, Light-kun is quite slow.”

 

“...What is that supposed to mean?”

 

Frustratingly enough, the detective gave no response. And without the conversation to distract him, Light’s attention was forced to return to the hands on him. He blinked under the blindfold, as if that would help him see past the soft fabric and get some asset to reading L’s movements. It didn’t.

 

The hand between his legs began squeezing sporadically and Light felt himself jolt at the pressure on sensitive flesh. It still wasn’t enough. L has yet to respond and Light was reluctant to break the silence with an accidental moan or something equally unpleasant. So he stayed in his thoughts, nearly panting as smooth fingers that had spent years tapping away on a keyboard now danced down Light’s member like he was a piece of machinery to play with. Another case to solve through a screen with a single letter as his guise.

 

But Light knew he was more than that. None of those cases L had solved before compared to Kira’s, and that was something he dwelled on with glee. He was better than all of L’s past cases.

 

Then there was pressure on his face as the hand there pressed down slightly. Then it let go to brush between Light’s furrowed brow. “You’re still thinking about something. Is being treated like this really so appalling?”

 

Light shifted his head to turn towards the voice, trying to unnerve L. It likely wouldn’t work, but it also made Light feel like he wasn’t completely blinded and vulnerable. As if being sightless and getting jerked off at a painfully slow speed by the only man on par with him wasn’t vulnerable enough.

 

“Maybe it is.” He baited, keeping his voice as level as he could. There was another squeeze and Light bucked his hips immediately, trying to speed things up. But the hold was released before he could get any friction and Light scowled in the direction he hoped L was.

 

The hand on his face abruptly clenched around his jaw and jerked him back into its previous angle, eliciting a sharp breath from Light. He opened his mouth, ready to give some words about L handling his face so roughly.

 

As soon as his mouth opened, the hand holding his face shifted and a warm digit pressed onto his tongue. The taste of sugar immediately filled his taste buds.

 

“Mnng..??”

 

The thumb pressed in harder and Light made a horrific gurgling sound as his saliva pooled. What is L doing? Light dug his nails into the bedsheets, stunned. He felt L shift above him and then there was a weight on Light’s thigh, pinning down his hips. 

 

“Don’t bite.”

 

The voice was right besides his head and Light shivered as warm breath ghosted his ear. He let go of the sheets to blindly clutch at familiar fabric hanging from the body above. L hadn’t even taken off his clothes, though neither had he, Light thought deliriously as L’s thumb explored the wet cavern of his mouth and the other hand gently held Light’s cock once more. It tasted like the sweet cakes and pastries L had eaten earlier, and Light could swear he even caught a tinge of the candy the sweet maniac had gotten from the drawer.

 

If he had his sight, maybe this would be endurable. Maybe he would stare L down and plan more methods for killing him. But in a state where he was forced to rely on his other senses, every touch burned. Even the thumb pressing down his tongue felt like a hot iron in his mouth. Whether that was a good or bad thing was to be decided.

 

If he bit down– what would L do? Light soothed himself by imagining shutting his jaw, his teeth crushing skin and bone until the detective only had a nub for a thumb. Would L live the rest of his life knowing he lost such an important appendage to Kira? Light closed his jaw slightly, just enough for his teeth to rest on the hard flesh.

 

The hand on his dick suddenly twisted and Light couldn’t hold it by the loud gasp he inhaled, eyes widening under the blindfold. He almost bit down then, but then the thumb in his mouth hooked on his lower front teeth and pulled his jaw wider. “L! Ghh–!”

 

“I told you–” L reminded as he gave a squeeze that made Light groan and clench his hands tighter on the fabric of L’s shirt. Light kicked his legs out at the feeling of his sensitive member being handled so roughly. “Not to bite. Why does Light-kun have so much difficulty following orders?”

 

“Mmfh!”

 

Light could feel his saliva coating the thumb shoved in his mouth, feeling filthy as he couldn’t close his mouth to stop a trickle of drool trailing down his cheek. Disgusting.

 

“You’re much easier to deal with when you can’t talk back.” L sighed but eventually pulled the finger out, letting Light twist his head away and shove L off.

 

Light sat up slightly, wiping away saliva with his sleeve and pushing L back with his other hand. The hand under his pants disappeared as well, L pulling back. He didn’t like the feeling of the drool on his face at all. Not drool, saliva. Drool was too vulgar a word.

 

When his face was mostly cleaned, Light reached for the blindfold next. But before he could tug it off there was a hand grabbing his wrist.

 

“No. I’m not done.”

 

Light scowled, harsher than he had earlier. He tried to pull his hand away but L had an iron grip.  “Not done ? You put your filthy finger in my mouth–”

 

“It is very clean, I assure you. I showered.”

 

“You think for a second I believe you can shower normally when I don’t make you? I’ve seen the washing machine, L! I’ve seen it!” Light does not want to think about the washing machine.

 

“That is none of Light-kun’s business.”

 

“It becomes my business when you put your disgusting finger in my mouth.”

 

The hand holding his wrist tightened and then Light was pushed back down on the bed, sheets sinking beneath him. Really? L was just going to continue? Light wasn’t even at full mast anymore, though he sadly had to admit it wouldn’t take much to return to it.

 

The weight returned as L crawled on top of him again, pinning Light back down. But the hands didn’t return to their earlier spots. Instead, Light felt warmth through the thin fabric of his shirt as fingers slipped under his sweater and pulled it off over Light’s head. Then the hands returned to pop open the buttons and the cool air of the room hit Light’s chest. Before he could react, a wet hot sensation dragged right across his chest.

 

Light shouted as if he had been burned. He twisted his body up, hands flying up to grab at a rough mop of hair.

 

“You– did you lick me?”

 

Another burning wetness licked right on the nub on Light’s chest and he gasped. He tightened his grip in L’s hair, already hard again without even being touched down there. In the darkness of the blindfold, Light didn’t see as hands slid up his side to his chest and pushed him back down onto the bed once more.

 

“Stop getting up.” The voice mumbled in front of him, and Light felt a hand grab his wrist to pull his hand away from where he held L’s hair. 

 

“Stop licking me.”

 

A hum responded to his statement and Light was interrupted with another lick on his other nipple. God. Why was L’s tongue so warm? He grit his teeth as L’s hands rubbed up and down his sides. What was L doing? The entire night consisted of no sex at all. The closest that came to it was L jerking Light off, and even that had ended anticlimatically. And Light was still hard.

 

“I’m starting to suspect– this isn’t about exposing whether… Whether I'm Kira or not.” Light gasped, holding back the urge to squirm as those hands touched him all over. It felt so vulnerable to be unable to see what L was doing. “Is this whole thing just– an excuse to indulge in your kinks ? Has working as L all your life made you pent up?”

 

A hot tongue ran across his ribs and Light shuddered. He reached for the hands and gripped a soft wrist, squeezing hard enough to feel the bone underneath. L was so thin , how was he simultaneously so strong? And when he spoke, Light shuddered a gasp at the warm breath on his skin and another lick on his chest.

 

This should be weird. This is weird. He was getting hot and bothered by getting licked on the chest while blindfolded. But the imagery of L– L, who always had his tongue out to lick up candy and cake and whatever sweet thing he got his hands on. 

 

This is so fucking weird.

 

“Is Light-kun trying to redirect attention away from the fact that he is Kira?”

 

“I’m not , oh…”

 

“Hm? What was that?”

 

Asshole. Asshole asshole asshole, Light thought as he felt his pants get tugged down a little and a hand wrapped around his burning cock again. That slow, steady pace from earlier resumed as if it never stopped. The water-based lube was still slathered on him, at least, so the gliding movements were smooth.

 

“Shut up. Shut up, L. Ah… I’m not Kira .”

 

The hand sped up and Light turned his face to press into the soft blankets underneath. A warmth was building up in his abdomen, slow and heavy. “Aren’t you? Maybe you’re right. Maybe you aren’t Kira.”

 

Light furrowed his brow under the blindfold, panting softly. “... What?”

 

“After all…” A thumb swiped over his tip and Light jolted. Fucking hell. L remembered how he reacted last night, it seemed. Light made a strangled gasp, legs raising in reaction. L was still above him, having basically crawled on top after he pushed Light down onto the bed. “Would Kira allow himself to be taken by someone else like this? To be blinded and pressed into the bed while another man controlled his pleasure?”

 

“ Shut up .” Light grit out, hazy with how close he was to climaxing. He didn’t want to listen to L’s useless drivel right now. Fortunately this time, L didn’t stop stroking. Unlike yesterday.

 

But also unlike yesterday, this was… gentle, almost. Tame. Aside from the blindfold, L was essentially just jerking Light off. Was L hard too? Light couldn’t even tell without his sight.

 

“So troublesome, for a god.” Light heard L mumble before the hand squeezed just a bit harder and began jerking Light faster. Oh. Oh. Light raised his hips instinctively, chasing the building pleasure that was threatening to explode. His hands reached forward blindly in the direction of his dick, wrapping around L’s wrist again. It did nothing to deter L’s speed.

 

“Ah… ah…” Moaning. He was moaning to a handjob. Light bit his lip to try and hold back the sounds as L kept moving. Why had L gone silent? Was he watching Light, watching how Light writhed on the bedsheets moaning in pleasure? Watching how Light could only press his face to the bed, helpless without his sight? Light’s legs tensed as the warmth grew and grew– 

 

“Mngh–!”

 

All the sparks came together in an explosion. It felt like pleasure shot through every vein in his cock and lower abdomen, hitting in waves of ecstasy. Light gaspe, legs shaking as he came hard, something hot and thick splattering onto his stomach.

 

A low groan came from in front of him and the hand on Light’s cock paused and tightened for a second as more warmth hit his stomach. 

 

L just came on me . Light thought hazily, not getting angry. Yet.

 

The hand resumed, releasing the tight hold to continue moving. It was slowed down, compared to seconds ago but continued to slide up and down his member slowly as he rode off the orgasm. Slicked with lube, the wet slow rhythmic sound was the only thing accompanying Light’s own embarrassing moans.

 

Moans that shifted to something more high pitched and much more shameful as the pleasure of his climax slowly moved into overstimulated territory. He jerked his hips back against the bed, thighs closing as if to block that damn hand off. Light was going to kill L after this was over. There’s no way he can let anyone live after managing to give Light a simple handjob that pushed him to this point.

 

“L… L… stop. Stop– let go…” Light gasped, strained.

 

There was no response from L, which was unexpected. But Light couldn’t think too much into it, not when his head was fuzzy and his body was warm. The only sounds in the room were his own gasps and the heavy breathing of L in front of him. The near silence allowed Light to stew in his thoughts.

 

By the time Light was back to himself, the hand had long pulled away and it was quieter now. Light gave one last shuddering sigh before reaching up and tugging the blindfold off. The soft fabric knot gave easily, fluttering away. He tossed it off the side of the bed.

 

The soft light of the lamp flooded Light’s sight immediately and he had to turn his head away to give his eyes time to adjust. It also gave him an excuse to not look at L. Light isn’t sure he wanted to look at L right now. Not sure he even could.

 

Of course, L didn’t even give him that. Light felt the bed shift as L moved where he was knelt between Light’s legs. Light glanced down to watch silently as L got up from the bed and slunk over to the desk. The handcuffs pulled taut at that. Ah, Light had somehow forgotten about the cuffs connecting them.

 

L returned with a box of tissues and dropped it on the bed beside Light. Light didn’t waste a second to tug out a sheet and begin wiping his and L’s come off his chest and abdomen. He’ll still need to shower after this. He can’t sleep with the come of his mortal enemy drying on his stomach. Even if the tissue wiped most of it off.

 

And he needed the sheets changed. Even if there was no come on the blankets, nor was there even much sweat because neither of them had taken off their clothes. Right. Clothes. He needs to change too, he had sweated all over his collar shirt.

 

Light flicked the wet tissue into the trashcan and pulled out another one from the box. He wiped the last of the come and gathered sweat away and threw that one out too.

 

Then he rolled over in the bed to face away from L and didn’t move nor speak to him for the rest of the night.

Notes:

Okay guys. its been a little while. but i've been occupied with...

nothing. i lazed my entire summer and didnt touch my laptop at all once school ended.

I'm still working on it but a year passing made me realize how bad at writing i am. or maybe i just need a beta to beat some sense into me. or maybe i just need to read more lawlight fanfiction

oh yeah this is going to become a multi year project bc of how slow i am. i'll still call it a kkinktober because thats hilarious and try to work on it this october which is equally hilarious to pretend it hasn't been a year

im also going to start making an effort to shorten the chapters like i originally intended for a kinktober. theyre supposed to just bang and chapter end. i keep getting distracted

as always comment uh point out any mistakes ignore the plot holes they snuck past me okay this is just a kinktober its not supposed to be good

Notes:

90% useless death note monolouging i hate Light and 10% actual smut

let me know if theres anything I should add to the tags! or change.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 2 of Death Note fics