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The alarm beeped. Light snapped his eyes open. Sunbeams fought through the heavy curtains, hitting the only signs of life in the sterile room: a brown blazer slung over a chair and a flickering laptop. He rolled to his side and reached for his phone. The screen erupted, searing his vision. He flinched, his pupils constricting as they fought to adjust to the sharp blue glare of his inbox.
Twenty unread emails vied for his attention. Seeing nothing urgent, Light killed the screen and closed his eyes. Slumber graced his body with its light touches, threatening to pull him under once more, until the sharp ping of a new notification jolted him awake. He pulled the phone back to his face and skimmed the header.
“New employee, show him around…” Light read aloud. Fuck. A new hire?
He let out a sharp exhale and rose from the wreckage of his bed. Pillows lay strewn across the floor, his blanket bled onto the carpet, and stray hairs dusted the sheets—the only messy corner of his world.
Wake up, check emails, eat breakfast, take a shower, commute, clock in. Work, clock out, collapse on the bed, and repeat. This time, Light got to have the grace of giving a tour to the new hire. Light frowned as he tried to scour his memory of the usual office tour. He grabbed a cup and pushed the buttons on his coffee machine. It was… show the new hire around and then explain their job, right? He took a sip and then set the mug down in the sink. Or was it to explain the job first, and then show them around? His ringtone played, and Light snatched the phone from the counter. He held it near his ear as he cracked an egg open with one hand.
“Hmm? Oh, hey, Misa,” Light answered, his voice deep from the morning fog. “Mind telling me about the new hire?”
“Light!” Misa’s shrill voice echoed into his ear. Light fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Yes! I was supposed to be the one showing him around, but… ugh, he gives me the creeps!”
He raised an eyebrow at the comment. “The creeps? Why?”
What the hell was up now?
“Oh, you know!” Misa continued. “For one, he dresses like a hobo! Who shows up to a job interview dressed like Sherlock Holmes?”
Light snorted.
“Oh, and also, the way he sits is so weird! During the interview, he sat like a frog on his chair. When I asked him to sit properly, he told me he can’t because it ‘reduces his deductive ability’ like he’s the world’s greatest detective!”
Light couldn’t help but grin. “Sounds like a complete weirdo. How did he even get hired? What for?”
“I don’t know, but the supervisor likes him for some reason,” Misa huffed. “I don’t get why! Like… I don’t even remember what job he was being interviewed for, but when he marched in the room in his slouched posture, our supervisor suddenly turned sweet all of a sudden!”
“Sweet? That old hag? She became sweet?” Light frowned. That was weird. Their supervisor was known for being a complete bitch, especially to new hires. To be told that she suddenly turned sweet was… jarring.
“Yeah! But anyway, that’s why I’m handing that freak over to you, Light!” He could hear Misa smiling on the other line. “Have fun with him! His name is L, by the way!”
“L? Like an actual letter? The letter? His name is just a letter?” he asked, momentarily dazed. Who names their child “L”?
“Whatever… Fine, I’ll show him around, but you owe me.”
“Yay! Thanks, Light!” Misa hung up.
Light stood for what was five minutes before letting out a sigh. As he processed the conversation, he smelled the aroma of burnt eggs filling his kitchen. He gasped as he used the spatula to pry the burnt eggs off the pan and plopped them onto a plate. He groaned inwardly and cursed to himself. With the egg charcoaled beyond repair, Light took the plate and threw the eggs out.
“What a waste,” he muttered. Guess I’ll skip breakfast again.
He’ll just have to hold onto this new hire until he can use this opportunity to blackmail his coworker when it benefits him.
An uneventful morning passed as Light drove to the office. It was miles away, and traffic would’ve made a measly 30-minute trip into an hour and a half if he had gone later than 6 AM. His usual routine was to go to work at 5 AM, an hour early, so he could have some peace before his idiotic coworkers clocked in and busied up the place. He let out a sigh as he parked in the underground parking space. As he opened his car door, a thud snapped him out of his fog. Light looked up and saw a strange man who looked like he never seen a hairbrush before, rubbing his nose.
Light sprang from his seat and slammed his door shut, taking out his handkerchief and offering it to the young (young…? This man looked older than him, though) man. The man scrutinised Light.
“How often does my boss slam car doors in their employees’ faces?” he asked before taking the handkerchief and rubbing it on his bleeding nose.
Light barely registered the insult. “Don’t rub it like that! It’ll irritate your—you know what, come here.”
He motioned for the man to come closer. The man, slouched as though he had crawled out of the Nutty Putty cave, stared Light down before coming closer. His nose was a scarlet fountain, bleeding and staining his white button-up shirt. Light winced.
That’s going to be a pain to clean, he thought.
“Well?”
Light frowned. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t… see you there.”
Okay, but… How did the man get there? Last time Light looked, the parking lot was empty. His car was one of the few cars dispersed around. Perhaps he’s had too little caffeine. There was always the possibility of someone else clocking in earlier than him, even though he’s often one of the earliest employees to arrive in the building. Light gazed at the man again.
The man… if you could call him that, had thick ebony hair that spread out in haphazard spikes, obviously hasn’t been brushed or tamed in the slightest. He wore the standard white dress shirt, black blazer and slacks, and a navy-blue tie. A red spot bloomed from where blood dripped from his nose earlier. He wore black dress shoes and looked like the other employees, albeit a bit more standardised in looks.
He’s dressed like a typical office worker… why does something feel off about him?
Before he could stop himself, he blurted out, “Do you always bleed that much?”
The man stopped wiping his nose and stared at Light. “A… strange question from my superior.”
Light blushed. “Never mind. Forget about it.”
“To answer your question, though,” the man chortled as Light grabbed his towel and carefully wiped the blood off, “no, it’s a rare occasion. But to be fair, I don’t get slammed by a car door to my face daily.”
Light’s ears went cherry-red. “Shut up! I’m sorry, alright? I didn’t see you.”
“Apology accepted, Light-kun.”
Light stopped and raised his eyebrow. “How do you know my name?”
The man blinked. “Am I not supposed to know my own coworker? Boss, even?”
Light frowned. “Who are you?”
The man pulled away with an evident pout. He pried the handkerchief from Light’s hand and continued wiping himself off. He made a sound of disgust as he stared at his dress shirt. “Quite rude, Light-kun. Not knowing your own employees’ names. But since I’m a new hire, I’ll let it slide.”
Light’s blood ran cold. Fuck. It’s the freakish new hire Misa was whining about. L, was it? What a freakish name to match a man like him.
“Rude.”
“Hm?” Light smiled at L. “What do you mean?”
“You called me a freak,” L replied. “It’s rude.”
Shit, did I accidentally mutter that out loud?
“Yes, you did, Light-kun.” L looked amused at his boss’s confusion.
Did I do it again? Light studied L closely, squinting his eyes and moving backwards slightly. There’s no way this freak can read minds, right?
Seeing that L didn’t respond, Light frowned. Guess not.
“Anyways…” Light coughed nervously. “So… you’re L, right? I’m Light Yagami, and I’ll be showing you around today.”
“Yes, I figured that Misa-Misa would skip the introduction and hand it over to someone else…”
Damn you, Misa!
Light’s smile twitched. He did not want to deal with any bullshit this morning, but Misa just had to delegate to him like always. Light locked his car before walking to the lifts on the left. He glanced behind him and saw L still standing there, dumbfounded.
“Well… follow me.” Light fought the groan and pushed the sigh down his throat. Now was not the time to bitch about the new hire, for God’s sake. He can bitch about it later when he’s in the safety of his office, drowning away in spreadsheets and emails.
L followed Light like a puppy following its mother as they boarded the lift.
“So, what made you want to work here, L?” Light asked.
“Your attempts at small talk are pitiful, Light-kun.”
He let out a sharp exhale. “Fine, then. I’ll shut up if it bothers you so much, L.”
L shook his head, his back still arched. “No, no, please continue. I was just fascinated.”
“Fascinated by what?”
“For a man who looks like a social God, you’re quite an awkward person.”
Light chewed on his lip. Look who’s talking! You, who looks like you don’t know what grooming means! Whatever… just ignore him, Light. He’s just trying to rile you up. Damn newcomers. Who does he think he is?
When they reached the ground floor, Light motioned L to follow him again. The foyer looked as empty as the underground parking lot. The receptionist hasn’t even clocked in yet. They walked to what looked like a scanner. Light pointed at the scanner and brought out his ID.
Let’s hope he has his ID, he inwardly complained. “Do you have your ID?”
“You don’t need to explain how to clock in, thank you,” L answered, his tone monotone, yet it struck Light as haughty.
“Brat,” he murmured as he scanned his ID.
“What was that?” L asked with a cheeky smile as he held out his own ID.
“Nothing, please continue,” Light replied, his business smile reappearing. “If you encounter any problems, I can take your ID to get it checked.”
As though on cue, the scanner beeped loudly. The light turned red. L tried to push his ID onto the scanner again, only to be harshly rejected. Light frowned and grabbed L’s hand.
“Here, let me try.”
Same results.
What? Light’s frown deepened as he examined the ID. The case itself looked undamaged. In fact, it looked clean and brand new. L’s portrait sat in the middle of the rectangle, his name blurred underneath it. Light’s face lit up. It must be the name. The QR looked fine, but maybe the name being blurred meant it was damaged? He glanced at L again.
“Maybe it’s because your name is blurred out for some reason.”
L looked confused. “My name isn’t blurred.”
Light’s frown returned. He looked at the ID again. Oh yeah, it wasn’t blurred. That’s odd. Light peered at the name and tried to read it. For some reason, as he did, his head began hurting. By the time he finally made out the name “L Lawliet,” a sharp stinging pain stabbed his temple. Light groaned and clutched his head. The room began spinning, and colours swam in his vision. It felt like a thousand needles were pricking his brain and tearing it apart. Hot liquid began streaming from his eyes, and it took him a second to realise that he was crying blood.
L looked at him warily. His voice was thick with concern. “Light! Are you alright? You’re crying blood, I…”
Light shook his head. Why did he start hurting after reading that name? Was this… Was it… Was L…? Light gulped down the tension rising from his stomach. If it was, he’d better not panic now. There was only an off chance that L Lawliet was an entity. If the anomaly found out that he knew…
Light turned away from L. “I’m fine! I’ll just have to take this ID to the IT department. They’ll surely fix it!”
Without waiting, Light grabbed the ID from L’s grasp and hurried back into the elevator, pressing and smashing his finger against the 3rd floor button. The lift closed with a ding, and his body relaxed before slowly curling on the floor. What the fuck?
According to legends, anomalies filled the city like a flood. Most anomalies are safe to be around and function almost the same as humans. That was, assuming you couldn’t read their real names or understand their true language. Only a small percentage of highly intelligent people, often with a certain IQ but not necessarily so, could understand such incoherent languages and names. Society widely considers this a curse; to be unable to co-exist with entities in peace due to their insight into forbidden knowledge. Light was one of those few lucky people. Or unlucky.
“I need to fix this ID, and then get the hell out of here,” Light whispered to himself.
Yes, running away was the only safe option. The best way to not get caught by an anomaly is by fleeing the scene before they’re given the chance to process that he knew something he shouldn’t. There wasn’t much you could do when you found an anomaly, besides fleeing and never coming back. The risk you pose if you stay within an entity’s radar while knowing their true nature was not worth it. No matter how good your life was.
Light frowned. This meant that he might need to move or switch jobs again. Light has switched jobs and moved residences more than five times. The last time he moved, which was from Kyoto to Tokyo, was after he noticed an entity was his neighbour. It was a tiresome life—constantly running away at the slightest threat.
Better alive than sorry, he thought.
The elevator’s bell rang again, signifying that he had reached his desired floor. Light scrambled out of the elevator in haste, his head swimming in colours and dizziness once again. Light closed his eyes and groaned, his head still aching from the name he comprehended. Light walked to the IT department’s office with sluggish legs, his muscles stiff and heavy. His eyes hurt from the bright lamps, and he yearned to close them, so he blinked rapidly to avoid the nausea.
When he reached the door, he swiftly knocked once and then twice. He opened the door and looked at the IT head. The IT head, Aizawa, waved at Light.
“Hey, Light. Do you need something?”
“Yes, I need you to examine this ID,” Light replied.
Aizawa took the ID and inspected it. “There seems to be nothing wrong. Hey, is this a new guy?”
“Yeah, new hire… Maybe they haven’t been logged into the employee database yet,” Light said. Most entities skipped formalities. He wouldn’t be surprised if L only attended a job interview but never followed up for the rest of the procedures.
“Yeah, he’s not logged in, alright. That’s weird… usually if you’re new, you’d be the first to pop up when I search.” Aizawa looked at Light. “He did his procedures right?”
“He did—” he probably didn’t, “—but what matters is that we fix his ID right now.”
“Right…” Aizawa began typing. He looked at the information and began logging them all in until he reached the name. “I can’t understand his name… It looks Russian? Why the hell is it in Cyrillic?”
Light’s stomach lurched. “His name is Rue Ryuzaki.”
Aizawa glanced at Light. “You sure?”
“Yes!” If he tried to even speak L’s true name, Lawliet, he’d end up vomiting on the carpets. Shit, even thinking that bastard’s name was making his head hurt. Light groaned and wiped his eyes. Thank God, they’re just tears and not blood anymore.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Aizawa muttered. Light frowned. Why wouldn’t he be okay? Then again, he was sobbing and looked like he just broken up with the love of his life.
“I’m fine,” he answered. “Just… I don’t know? Allergies maybe? It’s a little dusty in here.”
Aizawa nodded. “Yeah, the janitors haven’t really cleaned up the IT department yet. They’re supposed to tidy it up around later.”
Nodding, he listened as Aizawa typed away. “There.”
Aizawa glanced at Light. “The new ID should be ready by tomorrow. For now, he should get a nametag and hold onto this ID for a bit.”
“Can’t it be made now?”
“Well, no,” Aizawa eyed Light, “but don’t worry. The earliest it’ll be done would probably be tomorrow. Sure, he’s going to need help accessing a bunch of things, but I doubt the boss has newbies do that much work for their first day.”
Light nodded. “Right, thank you.”
He hurried out of the office only to bump into—speak of the devil. L looked at Light with those same worried eyes he had at the foyer. Light inwardly cursed.
“Hello, Light-kun.” L smiled at him—creepy—and then eyed him up and down. Light frowned as L took in his form. “I was wondering where you were.”
“L… hold onto this ID for a while.” Light stood up awkwardly. “Your new one should arrive tomorrow.”
Light was about to walk away when L’s next words almost made his heart stop.
“My name. You changed it.”
Fuck.
“Is your name not ‘Rue Ryuzaki,’ Ryuzaki?” Light forced a smile.
L looked even more amused. “No, and I’m sure Light-kun knows that. After all, he did call me by my real name earlier.”
“Your real name is shit; hold onto that ID for a while.” Light scowled before he could stop himself. L blinked at him in surprise. Light chewed the inside of his cheek. “I meant… It’s a placeholder name. You won’t mind being Ryuzaki for a while, right, L? At least not until tomorrow.”
L’s frown was almost pitiful. That was if it wasn’t for the fact that he was an anomaly. Light batted his eyelashes, trying to look innocent.
“What’s with the frown, Ryuzaki?”
“You don’t like my name.”
L’s voice cracked, and his tone quivered like a bow. Light’s chest tightened slightly at the sight. His hands were clammy, and sweat began to drip from his temple. Has he been caught?
“That makes me a little sad,” L continued.
Light stared. “Oh.”
With an awkward cough, Light waved him off. “Well, I’d better get going. See you later, Lawliet—”
There. There it was. Mistake #1: Never attempt to say an entity’s real name in front of them.
Light curled inward, his hands finding his mouth as quickly as the fear that began to bubble in his tummy. Blood splattered onto his palm as he coughed and coughed up blood clots. L simply stared, his eyes as big as saucers and his pupils as dim as the night. His unreadable expression sent cold shivers down his spine as Light heaved and continued coughing, drowning in his own blood. Once the fit stopped, L spoke in a language cursed to make geniuses drop dead.
“You can understand my name.”
“Mmph!” Light continued vomiting. The room began to turn purple and red, the walls bleeding into black as the nausea returned and knocked him over, making him fall to his knees. “L…”
Mistake #2: Staying within the entity’s range as the attack happened.
“You can understand me. That’s why you changed my name.”
“L…!”
Light cursed under his breath, wiping away the mess he created. He tried to stand as much as vertigo allowed him before taking off and bolting to the nearest bathroom. Light rasped as another flood of gore decided to choke him.
Mistake #3: He needed to get out of here.
Light rushed out of the bathroom as soon as he finished wiping his ruined uniform. He sprinted from the office to the stairs, not bothering to take the lift anymore. It was dangerous—what if L decided to creep up from there? No, it’s better if he stays on the move. Light reached the ground floor in no time. He walked towards the lobby’s main door, ignoring everyone who greeted him good morning. Most importantly, ignoring the looming presence behind him. L was likely following him right now, but Light was too lightheaded to care.
He should move again, switch jobs, restart his life again, for the—he can’t even remember the last time he moved from city to city.
As soon as Light grasped the door handle and pushed it open, he slipped and fell forward. He landed with a thud on soft velvet carpet, nothing like the hard, cold concrete he expected. Then a familiar, slightly distorted voice floated in the air.
“Light-kun. Running away now, are you?” L chuckled. “That’s a little rude.”
Light sobbed and shook his head. “Go away… I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“No idea? No idea about… about the fact that he can understand and read my true name?”
“L… L… please…” Light scrambled to back up, but a loafer pushed against his spine. It lightly pushed him down until he was lying on his stomach again. He let out a whimper. He couldn’t die. Not here. Not now. Not ever—
“Does Light-kun think I want to kill him?” L hummed. He leaned down and grasped Light’s face, his thumb and index finger squishing his cheeks. Light’s face heated up from how close L was. “Are you afraid of me, Light?”
“I… I…”
“Speechless. Well, of course, that is to be expected when one encounters beings like me.”
L let go of Light’s face and hopped off the poor man. He walked until he was in front of Light, crouching so they’d meet eye to eye as Light tried to get back up. Wet, silky tendrils rose from the carpet (which turned black? When?) and wrapped themselves around Light’s limbs. Flinching at the cold fluids that drooled from the tentacles, Light thrashed around, kicking and pulling his arms, trying to pry the coils from his body.
No, no, no, no, no—
“I’m not going to kill you, Light,” L said calmly.
“Huh? W-What?” Light stared at L. “H-How do I know you’re not lying? All entities always say that!”
L frowned. “Light-kun doesn’t trust me?”
The entity in front of him looked human again. The tendrils never ceased their hold and manoeuvred Light until he was dangling in the air. Light, filled with alarm, tried to flay and probe free from the slippery appendages. However, L didn’t seem amused by his attempts at freeing himself.
Light shivered as one of the appendages, a particularly hot and slick one, slithered around his body and reached his belt. With a click and a blush from Light, the belt unclasped, and the tentacle traced an odd and unfamiliar area around his crotch. Light’s eyes widened. To his horror, it was an area with wet folds that shouldn’t be there. The tentacle rubbed along the slit, making Light shudder, his eyes rolling back as he let out helpless groans, quivering at the hot length teasing his cunt.
“Why… What… I’m not supposed to—”
Why on Earth does he have a pussy? Did L do this?
The man in front of him chuckled. “Don’t worry, Light. I said I’m not going to kill you.”
Light yelped. “You… fucking pervert!”
He stepped forward as the appendage wedged itself into Light’s hole, causing the wet and sensitive organ to ooze and slobber with slick. Light choked out a whine. It felt good. So, so good. Another lurch and the tentacle slipped inside further, rubbing his insides where it felt nice, making his legs feel like gelatine and his bones like noodles. Light stifled a moan as L leaned closer and snuck his hand inside Light’s pants, using his other hand to pull them down until it reached his ankles.
“Shh… doesn’t that feel good, Light?”
“No!” Light groaned and tried to kick L. L caught his ankle and spread his legs further, the tentacle rubbing and brutally pumping deep inside him, rubbing the good parts until Light’s mouth drooled and salivated at the toe-curling pleasure.
“Please, L… L… stop…” Light whined. “Ahh… You… what good do you get from—hah—violating me?”
Tears streamed down his cheeks. L wiped them with his sleeve. “Don’t cry now, Light. Does it feel that good? Will you be a good boy for me, Light?”
L leers at his gorgeous body. Light was hoisted up by one large tentacle around his waist, holding him and trapping his arms into a tight lock. His legs were spread open while his hole was stretched impossibly full, the tendrils taking their time to bury themselves into Light’s drooling cunt.
L patted Light’s head. “Come on, Light. Answer me. Will you be a good boy for me?”
Light shook his head. Then nodded. Then screamed as L’s tentacles threw him onto a sofa nearby, making him hit his head with a thump. Pain erupted from his back, and Light tried to close his legs as L loomed over him.
“Why…” he panted, staring at L with wide eyes, as big as plates. “Why do I have a… What did you do to my body…? Why are you… doing this?”
“Light is so cute,” L responded, bending over and capturing Light’s lips into a heated kiss. “I wanted to gobble him up the moment we met.”
“Hngh…!” The tentacle slowly pulsed inside of Light’s pussy. Dazed, Light’s legs fell apart, spreading further and letting in more inches of that thick appendage. He moaned and twitched, but L held him down with a firm grip. “L!”
L’s fingers swiftly unbuttoned Light’s dress shirt, his hands already finding a way to pull apart his jacket. Light shuddered, his tear-filled eyes glancing at L as the man thoroughly violated him. Not only has he put Light in such a vulnerable position, but the same man had the nerve to switch his cock for a fucking pussy—!
Tears streamed from Light’s eyes as L wiped them off. “Shh, don’t cry now, darling. Everything will be okay. It’ll feel good… I promise.”
Light sobbed. “L-Liar… You’re violating me… I can’t even… say no… because what if you—”
“I’m not going to kill you, Light,” L hushed the man with another hot kiss. His eyes fluttered as L’s tongue found its way inside his mouth, waltzing as though he owned the hot tongue that belonged to Light. Using his free hand, Light pushed himself up better, whimpering at the constant thrusts of the tentacle as L kissed him deeply.
“Liar… You’re a liar, hngh… I shouldn’t trust you—”
L’s voice hummed a soothing tune. “Now, now. I won’t have any of that, Light-kun.”
“L… why? Why are you doing this?”
Why aren’t you killing me?
“Light… I’ve been watching you for a while, you know.” He chuckled. “I’ve been the one following you since you were a child.”
Light groaned and whined at a particularly hard thrust. “You… jerk! You’re the reason I had… to… hah… move more than—ngh! Ah… five times…”
L smirked. “I was a child, too, at that time. I grew up with you, and you never noticed…”
“But I have you here now,” L sighed, “I have you right where I want you.”
A furious laugh bubbled from his chest. Light turned to look at L, dishevelled and flushed just like he was. He suppressed the keen that came from a rough thrust that knocked against his cervix, stealing the air from his lungs momentarily.
“Are you kidding me?” he hissed. “You… terrorised me. You scared me. And you’re expecting me to…?”
“To love you?” L finished the sentence for him, his voice dropping into a register that vibrated against Light’s very bones. The office—or whatever this distorted pocket of reality had become—seemed to pulse in time with Light’s racing heart.
“I don’t expect anything, Light-kun. Expectation is for humans who fear the unknown. I simply have you.”
L’s hand, surprisingly warm for a creature of the void, slid upward from Light’s waist to his chest, splaying over his heart. Below, the slick, prehensile limb of the abyss didn’t stop its rhythmic violation. It expanded, the girth stretching Light’s newly formed walls until he felt as though he might split. The sensation was an agonising paradox. A sharp, invasive fullness triggered a primal wave of heat between his thighs.
“Ngh… ah! Stop… L, wait—” Light’s back arched off the velvet cushions, his fingers digging into L’s shoulders. The brown blazer he’d so carefully put on this morning was now a ruined heap beneath him.
“You’re so loud for someone who spent his whole life trying to be invisible,” L murmured. He leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive cord of Light’s neck. “All those moves. Kyoto, Nagoya, Tokyo… you ran so hard, but you were only ever running deeper into my reach.”
Light sobbed. “I couldn’t just… ngh, ahh… let you have me!”
The tentacle inside Light suddenly bifurcated. Light let out a strangled shriek as a second, smaller branch of the appendage pushed past the first, seeking the sensitive bundle of nerves at the entrance of his womb. It flicked against his cervix with precision.
“Why not, Light-kun?” His voice sounded sad. It was a tone neither expected to hear in such a situation, not when Light was wantonly presenting his tight hole for L to use despite his protests.
“Why won’t you let me have you, hm?” L leaned and nibbled on Light’s lips, kissing him furiously. “Why deny me the pleasure of having you, hm? Are you that afraid of me?”
Light screamed as a deep thrust hit his cervix. “Oh! L! L!”
“You sound so divine, chanting my name like a choir, Light-kun.” L licked his neck, opened his mouth, and sank his teeth deep into Light’s skin. He heaved and panted as L marked his neck, leaving blooming purple spots that decorated his skin like flowers. “You scream no, stop, and for me to let you go, yet you’re the one who keeps begging me to chase you.”
“I never did that—!” Light screamed, the sharp and pounding thrusts knocking the air from his lungs. He moaned as L slammed once, twice, three times and stopped again. Light shivered and whimpered.
“Why’d you stop…”
L smiled softly. He caressed Light’s hair and kissed him. “Light was begging so nicely… I felt a little bad for denying him what he wants. I’m willing to wait until you’re ready for me, Light.”
Light sobbed. Oh, why? Why deny him the pleasure now? Right when it felt so good? Oh, God, what has this thing done to him? Light squirmed beneath L, his pussy pulsating and desperately clenching around L. As L refused to give him more of those ravenously delicious thrusts, he let out a pathetic whimper.
“Don’t… don’t stop… not now… it feels good—”
L flashed him with a knowing grin. “Good boy.”
Light moaned. “Please, L… it feels good, so good…”
L hummed and let his tentacle grind painfully good along the wetness of Light’s insides. He straddled Light and kissed him deeply, leaning over to nibble over his sensitive earlobe. His hot breath fanned over Light’s ear. “So good… such a good boy.”
“You’re a good boy for me, aren’t you, Light?”
“Please… I can’t…” Light’s eyes blew wide, the gold of his irises shimmering with unshed tears and a terrifying, dawning pleasure. His body was betraying him, the frantic pulsing of his new anatomy greedily milking the cold, Eldritch slick coating the limb.
“You can,” L whispered against his ear, his tongue tracing the shell of it. “You’ve always been the most capable human I’ve ever encountered. That’s why I chose you. That’s why I changed you. You were wasted as a man, Light. You were meant to be mine.”
L’s hand moved down, replacing the tentacle’s base with his own palm, pressing hard against Light’s mons. He used his thumb to circle the engorged nub of flesh that sat at the apex of Light’s thighs. The dual stimulation—the relentless internal thrumming and the external friction—sent a jolt of white-hot electricity straight to Light’s brain.
“I hate you,” Light gasped, his voice breaking into a sob as his hips began to stutter-thrust involuntarily against L’s hand. “I’ll… I’ll kill you… I’ll kill you for this…”
“Perhaps,” L chuckled, the sound echoing as if from the bottom of a well. “But first, you’ll finish for me.”
L’s eyes, normally dull and shadowed, suddenly flared with an internal, blue light. The shadows in the room rose like a tide, swallowing the furniture, leaving only the two of them suspended in a vacuum of sensation. The tentacle inside Light gave one final, massive swell, filling him, and then began to vibrate at a frequency that made Light’s vision shatter into a thousand points of light.
“L! LAWLIET!” Light screamed the forbidden name, no longer caring if his lungs filled with blood.
He didn’t vomit this time. Instead, his body buckled in a violent, prolonged climax. His internal walls clamped down on the entity’s limb, drawing out a thick, dark substance that felt like molten lead pouring into his core. Light’s head fell back, his throat working in silent, breathless gasps as his consciousness finally began to fray at the edges. As the world faded to black, the last thing he felt was L’s cold, thin lips pressing a kiss to his forehead.
A gentle kiss rose him from his sleep again. Light stirred. He whimpered and thrashed around, but L held him down with immense strength. Light frowned and whined. “Are you not… done?”
L hummed and unbuckled his pants. “Not yet, my dear Light. Sloppy seconds, right?”
“No… please, not again—”
The sterile office air had been replaced by a thick, cloying atmosphere that smelled of ozone and crushed lilies. Light felt the heavy velvet of the sofa beneath his bare skin, a stark contrast to the cold dread pooling in his stomach. Every muscle in his body ached with a deep, liquid heat, a lingering resonance from the way L’s “limbs” had just finished reconfiguring his very essence.
L loomed over him, his silhouette flickering like a dying candle. The white dress shirt he wore was now stained with Light’s blood and a translucent, shimmering fluid that didn’t belong to any human.
“L... stop,” Light rasped, his voice a pathetic shadow of its usual commanding tone. “The others... They'll be here soon. The receptionist, Misa...”
“No one is coming, Light-kun,” L whispered, his thumb dragging across Light’s swollen lower lip. “In this pocket, time is a suggestion I’ve chosen to ignore. No one will find us here.”
He kissed him gently. “It’s just the two of us, Light-kun.”
Between L’s thighs was possibly the thickest cock Light has ever seen. He gulped, butterflies floating in his stomach as he imagined what that tool would be like, punishing his cunt and punching gasps and moans as it tormented his cervix. He blushed. Light wasn’t gay, no. He’s never even been with a man before, let alone an entity. Yet he was going to have his virginity taken twice by the man above him.
L caught the stare and gave a knowing smirk. “Like what you see, Light-kun?”
Light’s throat went dry. He wanted to look away, to summon that razor-sharp intellect and craft a retort that would strip L of his smugness, but his gaze was anchored. The sheer, terrestrial weight of L’s cock was a physical pressure in the room. It was thick, veined with a dark, pulsing violet that thrummed in time with the flickering office lights, and it sat heavy against L’s pale thighs like a weapon of war.
“I—I’ve never...” Light stammered, his pride finally crumbling under the weight of his own arousal. “It won’t fit. You’ll break me.”
“Light-kun is a genius,” L murmured, his voice a low vibration that seemed to originate from the shadows beneath the sofa. “Surely you understand the elasticity of the form I gave you. I built it just for you, Light. So, we can be one together… so nothing could keep us apart.”
L didn’t wait for a rebuttal. He gripped Light’s ankles, shoving his knees back toward his ears. The position was humiliating, exposing the weeping, slick-drenched slit to the sterile air of the office. Light let out a strangled whimper as he felt the blunt, scorching head of L’s length press against his entrance.
It felt like a brand as it tore its way and pushed inside, erupting a scream and whine from Light.
L pushed. Slowly.
Light’s world narrowed to a single point of agony and terrifying, expansive fullness. He felt his pelvic bones groan, the muscles of his new anatomy stretching to their absolute limit as L began to claim him.
“Ngh! Stop—ah! Law—!” Light’s scream was cut short as L’s hand clamped over his mouth, the long, slender fingers tasting of sugar and copper.
“Don’t say it yet,” L whispered, his dark eyes wide and unblinking, inches from Light’s face. “Save my name for when you’re truly drowning. I want to hear it when you come, Light. Hold it in for me, Light.”
With a final, brutal surge, L bottomed out. Light’s muffled scream died in his throat as his eyes rolled back, showing only whites. The sheer volume of L inside him was impossible; it felt as though his internal organs were being rearranged, shoved aside to make room for the entity’s presence. Every pulse of L’s cock sent a wave of white-hot static through Light’s brain.
L’s thrusts were merciless. They bumped against his cervix again and again, sending streaks of pleasure up Light’s spine. Light wept as his clit throbbed, breathless moans and begging slipping past his cute pink lips as L sealed them again with another kiss. His hand trailed from Light’s torso, caressing his tummy as his onslaught of pleasure never ceased.
“Light is so good… so good for me, yeah?” L groaned and pressed a knowing kiss on Light’s nipple, biting it and claiming it. Light murmured whines and mewls as L kept fucking him thoroughly.
The office around them continued to dissolve into a shifting, monochromatic void, leaving only the velvet sofa as an island in L’s private dimension. Light’s fingers tangled desperately in L’s messy black hair, pulling him closer even as he tried to push away. His mind was a fractured mirror, reflecting nothing but the rhythmic, agonisingly perfect sensation of being filled by something that wasn’t human.
“L... please...” Light gasped, his head thumping back against the cushion with every heavy, wet lunge. “I can’t... my body... it’s too much—”
“Your body is exactly what I need it to be,” L murmured against the sensitive skin of Light’s throat. His hand on Light’s stomach pressed down firmly, and Light could actually see the silhouette of L’s thick, pulsating length shifting beneath his skin. The visual was so perverse, so utterly wrong, that it sent a fresh jolt of electricity straight to Light’s clit.
“Ah, ah, ah!”
“I’ll ruin you,” L panted. “You have no idea how long I’ve been chasing you, Light.”
He growled in his ear, causing the man to blush ever so slightly. “You have no idea… how long I’ve been waiting for you. Your little trips… every time you moved… I fought to find you…”
“L! L, oh!”
Light cried out. His tummy felt weird, and his toes curled. The angle at which L was fucking him felt lewd. He felt lewd, dirty, and so utterly claimed. L knew just where to hit, when to thrust, and the right angle to make sure he could barely think—
“You like that, Light? You like being mine, don’t you, Light?”
L’s movements became more feral, his slouched posture lending him a terrifying leverage as he pinned Light down. He wasn’t just fucking him; he was claiming Light. Every part of him, every inch, every organ. With a guttural growl, L hooked Light’s legs even higher, draping them over his own shoulders so he could plunge even deeper. Light’s eyes widened, and he mewled, shaking his head and whining as L fucked him harder.
“Ngh! Ah—ha! No! L, L! Stop—mmph!” Light’s back arched into a bow, his toes curling. The head of L’s cock was relentlessly battering his cervix, turning the blunt pain into a white-hot obsession. He felt the slick, Eldritch nectar overflowing, coating his backside and the sofa in a shimmering, iridescent heat.
L responded with an eager kiss. “I can’t stop now, Light. Not when I have you right here… God… I could keep fucking you forever. I could fill you up, make sure you can’t walk. Make sure you don’t go without a second of bending over and being filled with my cock.”
“Don’t say such things!” Light whined, gasping as L put his legs over his shoulders and held his hands. His mouth hung open, his body lax as his eyes stared at L. Dazed and fucked stupid, he let out whines as L’s cock pounded his pussy. The head of his cock pulsed against Light’s cervix every time, forcing a cry and whimper every few moments.
His head spun, and his vision swam. Consciousness was slipping from his grasp, yet L made sure to keep every bit conscious so he could feel everything.
“Look at you… all loose and needy for me.” L had a proud beam on his face, almost looking like a little kid who just got all the candy.
“I’m not… needy,” Light gasped, his voice cracking as a particularly violent thrust forced his hips to stutter upward. He tried to glare, to summon that icy, intellectual superiority that usually kept the world at a distance, but his pupils were blown so wide they swallowed the light. “I’m… ngh!… I’m being coerced!”
L let out a low, raspy chuckle that vibrated through the junction where their bodies were fused. “Coerced? Then why is your new little mouth squeezing me so hard, Light-kun? It feels like you’re trying to pull my very soul into your womb.”
Light scoffed and gathered his little strength to sneer at L. “A womb that you put there.”
It didn’t take long before he regretted opening his mouth. L’s pace shifted. He stopped the frantic battering and began long, slow, agonisingly deep grinds. He rotated his hips, the thick, ridged girth of his cock scraping against every sensitive, newly-formed fold of Light’s interior. Light’s hands, pinned beside his head by L’s surprisingly strong grip, flexed uselessly against the velvet.
“Oh? You speak as though you like it. But you do, don’t you?”
“Stop… talking,” Light whimpered, his head tossing from side to side. The friction was becoming unbearable, a building pressure that felt like a dam about to burst. “Just… please…”
“Please, what?” L teased, his nose brushing against Light’s. “Please stop? Or please fill you until you can’t remember your own name?”
L didn’t wait for an answer. He let go of Light’s hands only to slide his own arms under Light’s back, hauling him upward so they were chest-to-chest while L remained buried to the hilt. The change in angle sent L’s cock hooking directly into Light’s G-spot.
Light’s entire body went rigid. A high, melodic keening sound—one he didn’t recognise as his own—spilt from his lips.
“There it is,” L whispered, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “The sound of my darling breaking. Oh… it sounds like heaven.”
L began to hammer into him again, the speed doubling. The wet, slapping sound of their bodies colliding echoed in the distorted silence of the office. Light was a mess of tears and iridescent slick, his consciousness fraying at the edges as the build-up reached a screaming crescendo.
“L! L-Lawliet!” Light screamed, the name no longer tasting like blood, but like a prayer.
L’s body stiffened. His eyes flared a brilliant, terrifying glint. “That’s it, Light. Take it all.”
With a final, bone-deep lunge, L’s knot surged, locking them together as a massive, pulsing flood of hot, sentient seed erupted into Light’s core. Light’s vision went white. His heart skipped a beat, then another, as the sheer volume of the entity’s essence filled him to the point of stretching his lower abdomen into a slight, taut curve. He fell back into the cushions, his body twitching in the aftershocks of a climax so powerful it felt like his nerves were being rewritten.
They stayed still for a while. Minutes—or perhaps hours—passed. The “office” began to solidify again. The smell of ozone faded, replaced by the faint scent of L’s sugary coffee.
L was still hovering over him, his thumb gently wiping a stray tear from Light’s cheek. He looked remarkably composed for someone who had just upended a man’s reality, though his hair was even messier than usual.
“You’re very quiet, Light-kun,” L noted, his voice back to its usual monotone, yet carrying an undercurrent of possessiveness.
Light stared at the ceiling, his breath coming in shallow hitches. He could feel the heavy, warm weight of L still inside him, the knot slowly receding, but the fluid remaining trapped behind his clenched muscles.
“I hate you,” Light whispered, though there was no heat in it. Only an exhausted sigh. Well, looks like this entity was keeping him after all.
“I know,” L replied, leaning down to press a chaste, almost sweet kiss to Light’s forehead. “But you’ll still show me where the break room is, won’t you?”
At least I’m not dead, Light thought bitterly, his pussy clenching around nothing. “You pervert. This was your plan all along, wasn’t it? You wanted to chase me, make me feel scared, then fuck the fear out of me like some sort of… non-con fantasy…”
L chuckled. “I did tell Light-kun I didn’t plan on killing him.”
Light groaned. “Just… fuck me at home instead of here…”
“Don’t worry, I plan on fucking Light-kun when he gets home too.”
Crap.