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Silk. Silk which is smooth like almond cream or store-bought butter or the back of Light Yagami's hands. The lingerie set was priced at two-hundred-fifty dollars because of its silk, in addition to the fact that each piece was hand sewn and the company knew damn well that some type of sappy fool, pervert, or high-taste model would buy it eventually. The main shape was two pieces: a strapless bra-like top and some tiny panties. These would be connected by what L would call sexy suspenders-- quite the odd, laughable addition-- which clipped onto each item, two down the stomach and two down the back. The straps were white, for purity, while the top and bottoms were a bubblegum pink for femininity, looking distastefully childish with white ruffles sewed on each hem, even both the leg holes. L had seen far, far worse choices in such fashion, but he could still quirk his lips up at the subtle wrongness to every bit. To tie it all off, there were some pink socks with bows all down the sides which were to be held up with white garters. The choker with a metal heart in the center was an optional addition not originally made with the outfit but sold with it for an extra couple dollars. Truly, the whole thing was nearly fugly, but that's why it was the best from the whole catalogue (which he'd found on a cabinet in one of the hallways of the task force building, supplied from whoever picked the magazines that'd be on random tables and such.)
L examined the whole set carefully, subconsciously considering which women's sizing would be closest to an average but skinny young man. There was no point in feeling shame over it, he was already aware of his mind's recent tendency to stray in Light's direction, always one thought lurking over the rest. Wondering about him came easily, it was in L's nature by then.
His lack of double-thinking or shame is what caused him to order it before he really thought about what he was doing.
Watari had access to every bit of L's money, so L had shot an email over to him. Watari didn't ask questions and L didn't see why he'd need to explain himself. When he wanted something, he got it, and Watari was ever so wise to that. Still, L wondered what he'd actually do when the order was there. He wasn't that interested in wearing it himself, but it was bought. He supposed it was just something he wanted to feel in his hands, a fascination, and he was used to having fascinations.
Then, once the order had been made, L pretty much forgot about it. He went through quite the few first weeks with Light's attitude towards the cuffs they shared. First Light whined about his privacy and how much of a right it was, but then his complaints changed to the weirdness of sharing a bed and how embarrassing it was to have L wait in the bathroom while he showered. Because showers, mind you, didn't mean freedom from the chain either. Thirty seconds was the maximum amount of time the cuffs could be off in order to change or take off a shirt. T'was simply the rule. Chain could be replaced if it rusted. So, with all the commotion that came with the task force moving, fancy lingerie was forgotten.
That is, until L received a room call.
Light was asleep over on his side of the bed, and L hunched over the table to his own side where he'd pulled a chair up. His computer screen burned into his eyes. They were dry, very dry, but his mind was going fast and he was feeling alive with the speed his fingers typed at. He was making another one of his personal spreadsheets comparing certain similarities in the Kira victims' situations before their deaths to see if he could find a pattern that'd lead to how the little f*cker manages all his havoc. He wasn't exactly Mr. Spreadsheet Man, and preferred to keep minimal physical recording of case data at all, but he couldn't always play like that. Watari needed to know L's thoughts, and the team needed examples of the things they were supposed to be doing. L had found himself doing many, many more spreadsheets than he ever had. It wasn't too bad when he didn't want to sleep.
When the phone rang, he finally peeled his eyes away, blinking and rubbing his fingers at his temple for a moment. Migraine. "What is it, Watari?"
"Ryuzaki, the... western clothing you ordered from the catalogue has arrived. Would you like it to be brought to your room?"
L took a moment to think over it. He couldn't help but move his eyes back to Light. If someone brought over the lingerie in all of it's beautiful pink glory, whether it was in a box or not, there was a possibility Light would wake up and see it. It wasn't that L would feel any embarrassment, but something in the back of his sleep-deprived brain told him he should hold out on it, like a surprise for Light.
"Please put it in the room while we're busy during the day, will you?"
"Of course, Ryuzaki."
A surprise... there couldn't really be any other reason he bought it. At the end of the day, it was simply fact: the lingerie was Light's. L doubted he'd ever see him in it, but what a fantasy. Knowing Light would never touch the stupid outfit, just having it around in the same room as them would fulfill some odd thing that'd crawled its way into L's hipbones over the course of his time trailing the biggest Kira suspect.
It might come in handy in the future. In an ideal dream, L could clutch the skimpy fabrics in one hand with his co*ck in the other as Light was put to the electric chair-- which was always quite the nice image of him to conjure up. Whoever the new Kira was would be caught quickly enough, then Light would make some slip-up and the real Kira would be disposed of for the level of atrocities he's committed. L would claim yet another victory and say goodbye to his temporary toy.
L always wondered if Light would feel more fear or more anger when he was in the hands of justice's most cruel punishment, if certain death would finally, completely bring Light to a state of forced acceptance and submission. He didn't know if he'd prefer a resigned, distant, pre-dead look in those eyes or the fighting spirit of terror. Would he squirm and wriggle, need to be bound up? L agonized over not being the one in charge of securing such measures. L himself should be the only one in the room, allowed to decide what Light's punishment would be. He should be able to put Light in the outfit.
"There's no doubt about it," L mumbled to himself, "You, Kira, would look dazzling in a bit of pink."
'Like a doll.'
Light was a doll. A ken doll, plain and perfect and so averagely masculine that it flipped back into making him feminine. He adorned thin lips, but they were quite pouty, had a wobbly line through the middle when pressed tightly together and a cupid's bow which was defined but not sharp. Soft, jelly-like lips. His eyelashes were the same autumn creamed-coffee brown as his hair. His eyes... they were weird. They spoke to L in a different way than Light himself did, as the eyes are the window to the soul or something like that. And ever since a certain date during Light's confinement... they'd gone back to how they were when L and Light had first met. No, not even that, actually-- they'd become sweeter than L had ever seen, and he hated it. It was like every small bit of Light's true soul that L could find in his eyes, every confirmation that he was indeed a different man than he presented himself as... had vanished. Something about it felt supernatural. Light was nothing but a contradiction; the pinnacle of well-adjusted normalcy, the epitome of psychopathy, a cherub of delicate features, a handsome young man who'd look great posed up in playgirl. And the older he got, the more he looked manly, which L both enjoyed and resented. Light was such a funny thing to watch, whether he was staying the same or changing.
In the end, whatever happened with the outfit would be enacted only when and if Light found it. For once, L didn't care to create a plan. He resigned to letting the time pass by. He'd go to sleep, he'd wake up, and soon, there would be a gift in the room.
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The day wasn't over, but a large break had been called. Light was itching to get back to their room to avoid Misa, though he didn't necessarily phrase it like that. Misa had sworn that the second his "work shift" was over (L didn't really think Light ever considered it over in their current situation) she would find them and hang out with them into the evening. L found every bit of Light's distaste for his own girlfriend hilarious.
He didn't necessarily covet time with Misa, he could agree she was sometimes obnoxious, but he also found her endearing. She could never call to him the way Light did, but he hadn't completely lied when he first met her on their campus. He had followed her career from time to time through magazines and commercials. Whenever she was presented in a line of models for a clothing brand or a new eyeshadow pallet, she was his favorite of the bunch. It was like her weird, tortured little soul peeked out, shining through her pale skin and the arch of her eyebrows. Her paparazzi photos were always more fascinating than her professional shoots because no company could emulate the style she dressed up with, they always tried making her look as plain and usual as a girl like her could look, which he felt disgruntled with. So, yes, perhaps he was a casual admirer, enough to have opinions on her as a star in the media's eye, which was a rare occurrence for him.
If L could find interest in her, surely any super-ordinary boy would be quaking at the chance to date the model, actress, and unique beauty that was Misa Amane. Light didn't even care to move his eyes to her screens when she was running around the halls of the whole floor she had to herself. When she was bored, L had noted, she didn't mind exploring and seeing what things were left for her around, and Light couldn't care less. He didn't even really remember her when it wasn't time to play up the relationship. That was one thing he was still the same in. As he had been doing his whole life, Light was only feigning the barest of concern with women, that was his second nature.
L shut the door behind them and listened to the automatic lock click into place. Why it was there, he had no idea. If there was a man that would be attempting to break into L's room to harm him, that man would be the one who already slept in his bed every night.
He looked up and noticed the lingerie sitting on the tv stand, folded as well as a bunch of slim strips of fabric could be. Watari was always so thoughtful. He could have taken a bit more clues from their current situation however, because Light was surely about to turn at a wrong angle and see his gift in just a few seconds. L knew he needed to do something to hide it momentarily while he thought on some things, but he was distracted. Thinking about Light, thinking about the lingerie, it had his palms a little clammy with excitement. Could he really, ever, in any universe, get Light to play around a little?
The time was thin as a string. He acted on impulse and shot over to quickly obscure it all as Light turned in the direction. Light looked at him skeptically. L hadn't moved in time.
"Light."
"Hm?"
"I got you something."
"... and what is it, Ryuzaki?"
Light had gotten a glimpse just before L managed to cross his line of vision. He grimaced as if the mere color had offended him in some way. L found himself smiling; Light was truly such a little bastard, a prick, and there was nowhere he could have simply inherited it from. His father seemed genuinely respectful to women, to his wife, to his daughter, but Light fell too far from that tree, no matter how much he tried to fake it. Surely it wouldn't be because the little sh*t liked to collect routes of feeling superiority like damn postcard stamps (surely, it was).
The worst part was he was so rigid when it came to those sorts of things. You'd think someone as intelligent would be a bit more realistically critical of something like gender roles and sexism. But, Light was strange. His nail routine which L had witnessed with his cameras up in the Yagami household told that enough. Every other morning, Light would go to his bathroom and file his nails quickly, making them all short, even, and pristine, but in public he wouldn't dare touch his nails. Not when one would snag and tear at the corner, or if he'd forgotten to file one down enough to be in line. He could only groom them in the bathroom, when it was just him and L, and even then, it almost seemed like he tried to obscure himself from the cameras when possible. Such a funny boy who thought in funny ways-- everything must be pretty and neat, but the process of getting it that way was too feminine, and for him to be anything like a girl would be the greatest sin of all.
"What is that, Ryuzaki?" Light asked calmly. Innocent boy.
"I thought it'd... be nice to gift you an outfit, but I'm not so sure you'll actually like it..."
"What's that supposed to mean? What do you have behind you?"
L's uncanny smile widened. Light watched it spread across his face. "Before you get your panties in a bunch over this, Light-kun, I want to tell you that the reason I ordered this is for the sake of seeing how much of an ego you truly have."
"So it's some kind of test?"
"You could say that..."
Truly a lie, this was no test, unless you count 'how long can I go convincing him to wear this before he tries to punch me' as the question. L's hypothesis would be... seven minutes, maybe ten since Light seemed to be so calm that day.
L looked behind himself. Knowing this would progress one way or another either way, he grabbed the fabric and held it out. Light didn't know the complete shape of everything with it folded up and crumpled in L's hands, but...
"Whatever it is, I will not be wearing it," he asserted.
"Really? Why not?"
"What do you mean why not? That--... I would nevermad, Light-kun."
"Then that's not a gift, stop fooling around." Light gritted his teeth together. Every time he looked at L's expression, he just seemed to get more enraged.
L took a step towards Light, gentle as a kid finding a baby deer in a forest. Light backed away like L was holding a knife.
"You really have let certain societal ideas ingrain themself in you more than any morals ever could."
"I have more morals than you! You don't even have a conscious, you just go with your own selfish wants. You screw around with people because you're bored and have all the money in the world."
"Oh, don't tell me you're envious that I have that kind of power, Light." L already knew that, though.
"I'm angry that you abuse it to torment random people like me or Misa."
L almost laughed, at everything; the mention of Misa, the way this was so perfectly Light, or at least whichever version of him L had been getting since that weird day in Light's confinement where he seemed to be switched out with yet another dupe.
"Stop playing games, I'm tired," Light huffed. He turned away like he'd just walk to bed, but right when he was a foot from it, the taut chain yanked him back.
"You could at least hold it, Light. I went through all this trouble..."
Light's nostrils flared like a bull ready to charge. L lunged first.
He didn't know what got the best of him, but he knew he'd gone on with the bit so long that now he couldn't lose. Light always got away too easily, on everything, to everyone. He evaded so much that was thrown at him just because of how charming and normal and perfect everyone else saw him as. The golden boy. The spoiled brat. Come on, put the outfit on, girly boy.
L managed to get Light to the ground, but not because of his weight. The second he'd jumped in his direction, Light leaned back and stumbled on his own two feet. His back crashed to the rug and L scrambled to sit up and get his arms untangled first. The panties had slipped from one hand and laid besides Light's head as L took the few seconds of them wrestling to decide how far he'd go. As far as it took, he'd concluded. He never got the sweet chance to see Light bound up the way he had with Misa. He deserved this as retribution for that alone.
L was lucky that the camera in their room wasn't projected onto one of the big screens, it was simply recorded and stored on a drive. He would say (to anyone that asked in a hypothetical scenario) that it would likely be the most important footage if Light was going to try and kill him, and that was true, but it also had its fantasy-driven reason too. Hell even now, if all L managed to do was get Light in the top before he ripped it off, the process of getting him into it would be nice to look back on every once in a while.
Light flailed on the ground and slapped at L's arms, punching him in the cheek even, but it was right after that that L finally got open one of the buttons on his stupid shirt. It was inaudible, but both of them felt it in their cores. Something was weird about it, L trying to undress Light for the first time. The closest he'd come before was when he couldn't sleep and he went over to poke his fingers through the holes of Light's brown knitted sweater because he wasn't wearing any undershirt to sleep in. Light ended up kicking him off the bed entirely that night.
The two stared at each other for a few seconds now, but Light once again went for a kick, one that actually got L pretty far away. Light got up to run for the door with an outraged and offended look on his face. It was to no avail when he was only slung back by L yanking on the chain. L was standing again when Light turned his stumbling into a run at him. He nearly body slammed L into the corner of the bedframe, but L spread his legs so the sharp wood didn't hit him in one. He fell back onto the mattress completely. He managed to swing Light off to the side before he could try to lean over top of him for a real punch.
It was almost fun. This was the longest they'd gone on tussling about. Rarely were they able to get so far into it without someone pulling them away from each other or calling them back to their more 'professional' selves. L found it entertaining enough to crack a grin before going for Light again. Light made him smile too genuinely. It was even better when said authenticity could often come out off-putting, yet Light had never mentioned it, even though he stared at L's few smiles with unease and a few other stupid things.
L would love to scratch him, but that might be too much-- this was a bruises fight, not yet a cut fight. That could always come later, if they ever drove each other insane enough.
L's drive to keep things going continued to increase Light's aggravation. He was like a cornered dog, the one who kept trying to be on the offensive but knew he was defending something. L was the one that started the fight, so he was the attacker. Light didn't like that, he saw the attacker as having the most power, always. Same reason that L verbally playing with him-- making him have to think or be put on the spot in order to cover himself-- made him feel so weak and defensive.
Finally, after dodging around each other and going for stupid punches, L managed to grab a hold of Light by the top of his hair and send him flying into the side of the bed. He leaned down to grab any of the lingerie pieces he'd let go of, tugging at Light's scalp.
L wasn't sitting over him much at first, but the bed sunk down with Light's weight on it and L found himself falling closer in. He put one knee deep into the sheets and kept one foot on the ground. For just a moment, he didn't even realize the sensation at his groin with how busy he was looking at Light's angry, scowling face, but then he felt the stiffness in Light's pants. Their hips slotted together as L moved even closer and fought to keep Light down even harder, and Light let out some embarrassing startled yelp when he felt L rub against him, shuddering when he saw that L realized he was hard.
"G-get off!" Light panicked. So, so frightened, all just because of a little arousal. L's interest spiked again.
"Now, Light-kun, why would I do that? I'm about to win our fight."
"No you're not, you pervert, get off of me--"
"You both always call me that," L pondered.
"Because you're a creep, Ryuzaki!"
Light struggled under him in his total humiliation. His face had gone red, redder than L had ever seen. God, he loved that shade. Light's eyebrows were twitching from rage to complete terror, up and down and in and out as his eyes darkened. He looked like he just wanted to rip L's spine from his back, because L been witness to the most embarrassing thing imaginable, because L was acting so casual about it. L loved when he could f*ck with Light like this. No matter what, Light could never stay put together for too long.
Light eventually struggled less and less. He could be a good boy sometimes, L was well aware there was some of that in there.
"I do wonder what part of our situation started to get you hard, Light."
"Shut up!" Light cried. Thank god nobody would be able to hear the pathetic yelling-- or maybe that'd be preferred, to further Light's unease. L wanted to know how ashamed he could feel before the little narcissistic firing squads in his head were all shot down, how much he could take before he broke. Weren't there yet. Now, if only he could get the damn lingerie on--
"How about this," L suggested, words guiding themselves out of his mouth freely, "If you do this, I'll let you do something absolutely nobody has ever done to me before, and that ought to make your need to conquer happy."
"I have no need to conquer, unlike you. You're sick."
"Light, there's not much you can do to recover from this--" he forced his hips down, lips pressing together tight at the feeling of Light against him. "You can never take this moment back, unless time traveling is in your abilities..."
"Why are you so hellbent on this?" Light screamed. Such a screamer.
"I want to see you wear it," L said. "You'll get the biggest pay back anybody could ever get out of me."
"Which doesn't say a lot anyway," Light gritted through his teeth. He surged his face upwards to intimidate L, but it just served to further the tension when their lips nearly touched, whispered kiss too quiet to really even hear. The air of the room felt tighter than the fabric of Light's pants looked. Light's eyes were scorned, nothing but hatred. Did hatred get him so hard? Did he hate L enough to get it up all just for him? "What... what could you possibly offer me that'd make up for putting me in... in a whor*'s outfit? Is that what you want me to be? To look like, at least?"
That sent a jolt up L's spine, a sick little tickle. "Hm.. to be my wh--"
"Don't."
"I was going to suggest something that'd solve your problem... but, then again I know you'd likely be too scared to have sex with another man no matter the position. You'd still see it as making you girlish, wouldn't it?"
"You-- what? Have sex?" Light stammered. He pulled his face back and leaned so far into the bed it was like he was trying to shift through it and into the floor to get away. Could he handle this talk? Was L getting far enough to break him? Surely not.
"I've never bottomed before," L said, "I don't like it, I am not a bottom, but... an eye for an eye."
"I can't-- Ryuzaki, that is disgusting! You really are such a freak!"
"You can chastise me all you want, but whether you say no or yes, I still have you chained to me and I'll still have these lovely little items of clothing." L leaned a little more off Light so he could hold the lingerie up in his hands, looking down at them like he truly appreciated them, and maybe he would if they weren't empty.
Light looked up at him, eyes flitting between a passionate malice so hot it ought to be melting his brain and a scandalized man's pleading. Don't be so perverted! Can't you see I'm nothing but a helpless little victim of your gross actions? How can you be so cruel!.
"I offered you something I know you'd love to take advantage of, Light, you should really weigh your options here."
"What, you'll really let me f*ck you if I just wear some clothing?"
"So now it's just some clothing."
"I know there's a trick you'll pull on me."
"There is no trick, this is a deal where each of us get one thing from the other in expense of some sort of mutual humiliation. In fact, if you don't take the offer, you will have been humiliated either way while I have not."
Light was about to get back in his face and shout something to him again, but then L's words sunk in and Light's vicious lip curl went into a resigning pout.
His erection had waned significantly throughout their argument, but he was still a little hard. L wanted so bad to shift down on top of him and make Light whimper, but he could feel that he was so close to winning. The key to winning, though he f*cking hated doing so, was to let Light believe that either L was truly losing or that both were an equal grounds. The only good part was that L could make sure that was only the appearance of everything.
"I..." Think, Light, think about it... "I'll f*ck you."
He was intending for it to have the tone of a threat, maybe so he could once again feel less on the defense, but it came out like the warning bark of a tiny dog. L's gut wrenched up at the idea of having to open himself up for Light, of Light really sticking it in him, but the tone made him much more content. He won. An eye for a whole heart.
"Mhm, yes," L said, tasting victory in the back of his throat like a virus, "I'll get off of you so you can put these on."
Light stood up slowly once L removed himself. He took a look down at the lingerie in L's hands and swallowed a lump in his throat. Before Light even put his hand out, L thrusted the top at him. Light hesitated, but it didn't last for long. He glimpsed at L's eyes, remembered that he'd be sliding into him in just a moment, and he took the top without a hassle at all. L could see the switch in his mind. There was always something hungry in him, hungry for power. He's seen far less of it once they'd all moved into the building together but still, it came on when Light was vulnerable, subconscious now that he'd pushed that part of himself as far away as he could to appear innocent.
L moved over to quickly undo Light's cuffs. He didn't bother to count out loud like he did every other time, he just waited until Light's button-down was on the floor and the strapless top was wrapped around his chest. He snapped Light's cuff back on before disappearing behind him to tie the back in place. That's one of the spots where the money actually made sense. The top wasn't a spandexy, plasticky thing that'd just hug around the person's torso nor did it have cheap little buttons, it was more like a corset, with pink ribbons that needed to be tied by a partner. It showed off the middle of the upper back, the ridges of the spine. L found it very sensual. He enjoyed wondering what kind of face Light was making as he tied it all together.
He had yet to see Light fully nude. Light made him close his eyes and turn around the few seconds it'd take for him to change his boxers or get into the shower, so while L had seen the majority of him, he'd never gotten too close or been able to know whether the carpets matched the drapes. He was sure they did, but still.
L had his thumb under his teeth, gnawing at the skin and nail as Light stripped his pants. He'd finally conceded in full. L could see there was little to no distraught over his face, just acceptance. His excitement over getting to f*ck L did indeed overtake that dread of being L's girl, for long enough that the deal was sealed at he could get out. Now that he'd agreed, no matter what happened after this, L would make sure he got what he wanted. He deserved it.
Light would look up at him every couple of seconds; when kicking his pants away, when he'd stripped the second sock off his ankle, and, finally, right before he slid down his little boxer briefs. L nearly bit off the whole top of his fingernail when he was finally in nothing but his pretty top. Light's co*ck tip was so pink, still a little needy but not quite enough for L's many plans. He looked scrumptious. L couldn't believe he wouldn't be allowed to feel him from the inside that night, f*ck him till it hurt, watch him cry... unless Light was a crier when topping too, that'd be just precious.
Light stood there pretty much completely naked and there was a stillness in the room, stale plans. Light's eyes looked darkened now, but for once, it wasn't with the power and hunger of a killer, it was like a wild animal, something brought to the edge of its wits. He let L find this look in his eyes before he darted, grabbing his pants and running towards the door. It was quite the undercalculated plan. Clearly, when it really came down to it, Light wasn't very good at thinking things through before he freaked out.
L yanked his pathetic ass back with the chain, gripping it tight with his sweaty hands. Light barely got far at all, so he didn't even have to pull him again before he could shove Light back on the bed. Light yelped but didn't bother putting up much of a fight, just enough so that it didn't look like he was okay with L tossing him around.
"You should put this on, Light-chan," L said, voice a low and falsely uninterested murmur.
Light's eye twitched. He opened his mouth to snarl something back, but L acted on impulse and shoved the lingerie panties into his mouth. His teeth bit down on the fabric, and as if it tasted bad, he gagged.
"These are new and clean, don't be such a baby," L scolded.
He only took them out when Light stopped biting on them like a damn rottweiler. Light seethed but he kept his thoughts to himself. L felt a little disappointed that Light hadn't left a wet mark with his saliva anywhere on the bottoms, but he could always try again. They'd make a good gag for longer moments that'd hopefully come in the future. L puts them down for now, forcing Light's palm open with his nimble fingers and putting it there. Light gripped tight. L then picked up two of the straps that went with the set and found the small clips used to connect them to the top. Light's exposed belly contracted and moved as the soft silk tickled against him like a feather. L grinned in grotesque satisfaction. Light was getting harder again already.
The two finally separated in hopes that Light would finish putting on the attire. Light looked half ready to throw up even before he saw himself in the mirror, but he really turned green when his eyes met his reflection.
He started yelling, of course, stubborn as ever. "Ryuzaki, this is absolutely insane of you to force me into and if you don't stop this right now I'll tell-"
"Who? Who will you tell that you put on half of the lingerie set before you decided it was against your will?"
"This whole thing has been against my will from the start!" Light screamed at him. He was more of a valley girl than Misa could ever be. Even when he wasn't squealing like a piggy at every minor upset he always had to raise his voice, to be the center of attention, especially when scolding someone else for something they've done. Everything must be in his favor, and when it wasn't, he just didn't know what to do with himself.
"Be a good girl," L snapped. He didn't dare raise his voice to Light's level, to show who had more rule in the situation. He hadn't meant to say that necessarily, as being so soon in it'd evidently only make Light more pissy.
"You're sick."
"So you've said," L sighed.
He was still standing close, knees touching Light's where he stood and Light laid on the bed, almost spread out for him like a piece of cake. If only he'd get on with finishing up the decorative icing.
L settled him with a look, standing above him, and he let that gaze trickle down to Light's erection straining against his stomach. He was turned on by something. Whether it was just the fighting, just the power play, or really the fact he was being forced into some pretty pink clothing, the reason didn't matter, because it still meant L had won. He just kept winning.
Light clenched his teeth together as he unballed his fist and finally started sliding on the rest of the outfit. The stare he held with L was unwavering, a battle for dominance in itself. It also served as a clear look into the fact that Light was doing this because he felt that it was miniscule in comparison to what would happen to L after, he had to in order to be okay with it. Of course Light would think of anyone who was penetrated in a degrading way, but L didn't see that as an issue. He still had one rule that'd be put in place.
Light quickly moved on once the underwear was on and went for the garters and socks. If he thought any more about the fact that his co*ck head poked out of the tiny bottoms or that they looked about ready to tear entirely, he'd just draw out the torture of this whole game. L enjoyed the sight, enough to feel his own stir under his pants.
Once Light had gotten the choker on with minimal assistance and the silk strips were connected to the panties, L leaned down to snap them against Light's stomach. Light slapped his hands away. L tried to reach for it a second time, but he was grabbed by the shirt and yanked down on top of Light again, Light's hand coming up to grip L's jaw like he had the intent to crush the bone.
After a quick anticipatory look, Light brought him in for a kiss. A messy, unflattering kiss where their teeth met more than their lips and L's chin hurt from initially being pulled in. It was the first time they'd really done anything like that, and of course it was, there was no reason they'd kiss before, but L didn't even realize that they hadn't gotten to that point yet. The closest (L was starting to realize there's been a lot of "closest" in their dynamic) was a day when L had used the chain like a horizontal grappling hook to wheel over and crowd into the space of Light's chair to lick jam off his cheek. In the moment he'd mostly done it to confuse Light and make him shriek when the work space was so quiet and peaceful, he never would have guessed that shortly down the line he'd be licking into his mouth.
L settled into Light as Light bit his bottom lip in a vicious hold. He did kiss a little inexperienced, but sadly, the confidence he had really did help him greatly. L could only imagine that he'd kissed before, but definitely not with many people, and no kiss had every been real to him-- Light was behind because this was the first kiss he enjoyed, and L knew. Where his hips settled in, over Light's, he felt him. It got better every time he remembered that Light was truly hard, even when he was covered in a slu*tty little getup at L's demand, even when he was under L.
L bit him right back but didn't let go. He ground Light's lip hard enough to draw blood, shredding the top layer skin like he was trying to eat him. He hoped the spot where Light bled ached and thrummed for hours, he hoped that tasting Light's blood on his tongue could be imprinted on his memory forever. When he pulled back, upon hearing Light start to whine and squeal, he watched the red meld with Light's spit and coat his lips like gloss.
He looked down. Precum had smeared over the very top of the panties where Light's tip poked out in its hardness. The lingerie didn't quite fit, but that only meant it fit perfectly.
"Far too tight..." L mused to himself.
"Yeah, and they're up my ass too," Light grumbled.
"If you can deal with a stick up there, I'm sure these aren't doing too much damage."
"f*ck off," Light snapped at him.
"Now... just stay there, lay back against the pillows, Light-chan." L stood up and started walking to a specific cabinet set near the bathroom door.
"If you call me that one more time, I swear to Go--"
"You'll go down to the breakroom in your new skimpy outfit to cry to your father?"
Light's eyes could have flashed to violence, but instead they went wide in shock. Embarrassed once again after imagining the scenario L had planted on him.
He didn't know why he knew that lube and condoms were kept in that exact cabinet, and he didn't want to think about why they'd ever be placed there in purpose, he just felt thankful they'd come in handy. Always prepared, even for the oddest of situations.
He held up the condom he'd retrieved. "Do you want to use this?" He asked. He already knew the answer.
"Yes, Ryuzaki, I'm not gross."
"No, of course not, Light-chan would never be anything less than a puritan when it comes to his sodomy."
"I can still take this all off," Light threatened.
"But it looks so good," L pouted at him. He set the lube and condom on the desk beside the bed as he came over to straddle the indignant boy. Light's chest rose and fell heavier, his breath stuttering momentarily.
"I'm sure you have no experience with other men, perhaps not even women now that I think about it," L said, tilting his head up and putting his fingers on his chin. He toyed with his lip and awaited an angry snarl.
"I... I haven't... I mean, not really," Light sighed. He was already settling down, less aggravated. L would make sure to unsettle him soon enough, though he did like a shy Light.
"Of course not. Too busy studying and schooling. I imagine the girls would have loved to meet you in a bathroom at some point though."
"I've... I mean, yeah. One time when I was fifteen, there was someone who--"
"Were you interested in her?"
"Not really. She talked too much."
"Hm," L snorted.
"But we went behind the school building and kind of... felt each other up, I guess."
"And that's really all you've ever gotten, Light?"
"Yes."
L took in this information carefully, staring at the wall above the headboard until he felt the need to look down, right in front of his own tented pants where Light's dick still peeked out. L danced his fingers up the defined curve outlining in the fabric. Light shuddered and made the smallest, most monotone whine L had ever heard. If it wasn't obvious enough that Light was telling the truth, the way he acted sure helped. He was almost frightened, scared of letting L do this, and yet so aware of the fact they'd gone too far to stop. He couldn't lose the battle of moaning the way he truly ought to when L was only groping him. L knew he had it in the back of his throat, that it was probably taking more effort than someone else would think for Light to keep back any more of his pathetic virgin cries.
"Stop playing, Ryuzaki, let's get on with it."
"Hold on. If this is your first time, we obviously have to take a little time to be slower. You want to learn new things, don't you?"
"I don't need to learn anything, I know what happens, I just haven't done it before. I'm not a child."
L chose not to respond, pretending to ignore Light completely, bringing his hand up to massage his tip in his fingertips until it was spilling precum over the top of the waistline again. It fell over Light's skin and down the front of the fabric, leaving a clear gleam and wet spots where it soaked in. L licked his lips. The muscles of Light's lower stomach gave small trembles, until he was giving more tiny breathy whimpers again at the way L played with him.
"L..." Light mumbled, both in shame and a real lust that L hadn't heard from him yet. God, it made him want to surge down and go for Light's throat with his teeth, maybe just start jerking him off until he came five times and passed out. It made heat spread feverishly through his lower body.
"Okay," L sighed, falling off to the other side of the bed and facing Light, legs splayed. "I have fingerf*cked myself before, but I hate bottoming."
"Glad this is almost a fair trade then," Light said. He laid back with his arms folded behind his head, eyes growing wide when L started yanking down his jeans.
L got off his underwear and jeans in one nice tug and quickly threw them over to the floor. Light stared at him until L met his gaze, at which point he quickly turned away. It was clear that it was just to gather himself, but L still made an effort to grab his jaw and force him to look in his direction. Light scowled at him, cheeks flushed red again. Light didn't know how pretty he looked as he sat and stared.
L's legs were spread, his hole on display. There was no point in being prudish. He grabbed the lube and squirted it onto his fingers. Light's bottom lip trembled when L's fingertips rubbed around his entrance and he pulled his shirt a little bit further up. L had a decent happy trail, kind of scraggly and unsurprisingly unkept, but it seemed that that's exactly what Light liked. He was too scared to like co*ck yet-- though L could try and make him some time-- but the look of another man's v lines or hair would certainly get Light interested, whether he wanted it to be so obvious or not. He probably liked the definition of muscles as well, and heavy breathing of a man who'd gone through any type of exertion, not yet the nasty things. He'd get there, though, and L knew he'd be a menace when he did.
L didn't go too slow, but he wasn't about to put himself through pain, not for Light, not right then. Light's little fascinated look over his face, as if he was just learning something new in a class, made L have to bite back a quip at him. It wasn't fair that he could look any type of way he ever dared to look.
L's breathing was a little tight in his chest from the angle, from having to bend to get his own fingers in himself enough. He felt put under a spotlight as well. Sure, he'd been decently steady throughout the whole thing, and he was still maintaining that cool and calm image well, but there was something that tickled within his lower gut. He'd never really thought about how it would feel to have Light watching him with eyes that screamed of need, of want. Could he want anything on such a primal level when he usually put himself so high above such things? In order to seem like less of a criminal, Light operated his mask on such a morally righteous level, someone so beyond primitive drives and desires that he was almost alien to being truly human. L had always imagined himself being the one watching, as Light was killed, as Light was put into little dresses and shamed until he came, as Light was punished for his sins and crimes. Now, Light was almost another equal participant in this f*cked up thing. He watched as L stretched himself, one finger being replaced by two. Two finally got a noise out of him, which Light evidently enjoyed.
L allowed his breathing to fall out heavier, even letting himself close his eyes, leaning back harder before crunching forward again. God, he hated having to use his fingers like this, such a hassle. He didn't know how people regularly played with themselves like this... but it did feel good. It felt good knowing a very dangerous killer was currently watching him touch up against his own prostate, that the first ever Kira was posed up in bed with nothing but interest for what L was doing.
He didn't exactly want to hold back any moans, but it'd been a while since he'd even masturbat*d. The last time was when Light was locked up. It was one of the first occasions L had really indulged himself in his perverse fascination with chief Yagami's son in such a manner. He had gone longer without cumming before, but to be around the object of his sexual desires every single day had definitely made it build up in some way. Maybe the outfit was the first crack in that dam. But now, L was breaking through the tension and tightness in his body that'd been keeping him from really experiencing the feelings he was giving to himself. He was easing into it. He thought he already had before, but it was when some sort of not-right and un-prepared-for moan sped out of his lips that he knew he was feeling it. God, Light made him feel it. He made L feel that sticky, uncomfortably warm type of lust that had him deprived.
L's nostrils flared. He'd been quickly flicking at his prostate for a good amount of time, lost in his own world. He opened his eyes to look at Light, who was currently rubbing his palm over himself through the fabric around him. It was a glorious sight. Light was such a precum princess, it was strung throughout his own happy trail hairs, mucking them all up with thick white and sticky clear, not to mention the damage it'd done to the lingerie bottoms. L would never wash them.
He snapped up quickly to grab Light's wrist and yank him and his hand closer. Light didn't pull back. The chain jingled between them, warm where it had already absorbed their body heat, cold where it hadn't. He liked the cold. L slicked Light's fingers up for him, then he held his wrist as he waited expectantly. If Light didn't know what to do from here when L had given him such a great demonstration, he'd be a lost cause, but that wasn't who the A+ student was, and of course he went in like a eager schoolboy now that he was having fun with their activities. Sometimes, for L, sexual pleasure and sexual acts could be dull-- bringing his less-than-human state to the forefront and showing just how dampened he was, but in the few moments when it wasn't like that, it was greater than he imagined most people could possibly feel. He guessed Light would be the same.
Light was good, in that he replaced L's two fingers with two himself instead of going back to one. He searched and he found and he prodded with his pretty hands like a damn madman. L didn't hold onto his hand for too long at all, he let go quickly in favor of leaning back and watching, feeling. How awful it was that, once again, Light was the only person to bring out certain things inside him, in some f*cked up way. Saliva welled up in his mouth and he swallowed it back before an utterly embarrassing shuddering moan slipped out. Light smirked proudly.
L's legs splayed wider when Light leaned in closer to him, upper body away from the pillows like he was crawling towards L. L's legs gave a twitch and he moaned and sighed a bit more, heartrate speeding up at the feeling of Light's other hand firmly holding his ankle, thumb over a vein. He sunk into the dimension the two of them had created there on the bed until he feared he was actually close. He could've continued and let Light bring him to completion, maybe he could've aimed his co*ck enough to get Light in the face, but it wasn't what he wanted compared to his other plans.
L sat up and Light pulled his fingers out, both wiping their digits on the bedsheets in disregard for cleanliness. L jumped onto Light's lap. Light's bulge pressed against his bare co*ck, the two so warm together it felt nauseating.
L proceeded to pull Light's sopping erection from confinement and place the attire lower around his hips to keep him free. He pumped his fist down Light, shivering when Light let out a delicate breath. Even his moans could get L going.
Light ran his hands up L's skinny sides, tracing his waist and stomach. L hadn't taken his shirt off, and he didn't exactly plan to. Light's hands appearing and disappearing out of it felt almost better than if L was just naked.
After enough of that play, L finally rolled the condom on, used some more lube, and hovered over him. He had to align the tip first, make sure it pushed in over the rim and wouldn't side-swipe him, then, finally, both of them could get to the best part.
Their sounds were completely different but matched in intensity. L sat down slowly but never stopped until he was all the way to the base. Light would surely tremble and take a few moments if L was the one pulling him down over his co*ck, and he would definitely test that hypothesis another time, just to make sure. For the moment, however, L was content to feel full.
He'd had something more than his fingers up his ass before, but it was never another man. It felt unlike whoever he was to enjoy bottoming, but with Light... he'd take anything. Now that he was finally sitting on Light's dick, he decided he'd take anything. Nothing ever had him this interested in sex. Light had a funny way of making L his bitch.
Light ran his hands around L's body again, shifting his hips around to massage himself against L's walls, not able to thrust up with L sitting on him. He tried to see how much he could touch his hands together around L's waist, enjoying the moment in bliss before he opened his eyes and hardened them on L with a new demand.
"Take your shirt off."
"Hm?"
Light tugged at the hem of the fabric insistently. "It's not fair to me for you to be on top and not fully nude either. Take it off." There was an edge to his voice, one that both made L want to laugh at him and one that made his stomach roll around together in full interest. He never liked to imagine that he'd enjoy Light being dominant over him, but there was a kick to it for sure. Maybe L could be wrong in previous assessments from time to time.
"I don't feel like putting all that effort in, Light-kun. And please, stop with the overuse of the idea of 'fairness', I feel you and I are far beyond that point now and it just seems so childish."
Light harrumphed at him. L still wasn't able to pick up on what he'd do next.
Apparently, it was to yank on the collar of said offending white shirt and pull L down for another kiss. L grabbed his wrist and pried it away. He brought Light's fist to his hard on, where he was sitting stiff and unattended.
Light pumped his fist down L in earnest a few times before L lifted himself up. Feeling Light drag against him, inside him, was intense. L felt like he was burning each time he made it to the top of Light's co*ck before sinking down again.
He picked up speed and started moving his hips in a sensual wave instead of just bouncing up and down, allowing himself to feel when Light's tip brushed against his most tender-- no doubt underused-- spots, ones that'd been crying out for attention like this for so long. L's hair jumped with his movements, his thighs erupting in goosebumps. He hated that he was already enjoying it so much. In a way, he wanted sex with Light to be so bad that he had another thing to hold against him.
He especially started enjoying it when Light surged upwards and wrapped his arms around L with a purpose, finally raising his hips and taking a full hold of L to bring him down as he rocked up. It felt so different when he would finally take charge and grab L. There hadn't been enough grabbing in their time together, L thought. All those times Light's eyes screamed of his need to shove L down and shut him up in some way, whether that be by strangling him until he couldn't breathe or f*ck him until he blacked out, they went neglected until then.
L worried his bottom lip under his teeth to get through the dizzying feeling of this new dynamic, of Light finally taking, taking, taking, like he always wanted to, Light really, genuinely, f*cking him. L started letting his hands crowd in on Light's chest, feeling his nipples through the fabric of the shirt, leaning on him for stability. His eyes had closed at some point and he didn't know when, and even if he kept his voice low, now his mouth was open and every little movement got a breathy, panting sound out of him.
These blissful sighs started building up, stuttering over themselves and flicking around his tongue until he was muttering whatever found its way out of him.
"Good girl. F-- good girl. Aghh--"
Light hears him immediately. He didn't stop the way he rutted into L's heat, but he snaped at him. "None of that."
"Mm, but-- hah-- you're being so good."
Light moaned as their hips rocked together again. Of course he liked praise, of course he did. L knew he did--
"My good girl."
"I said enough--"
"You like this," he growled back forcefully.
Light groaned in frustration and squeezed where his hands were on L's hips, still repeatedly jamming his co*ck up into his hole. "You don't get to disrespect me like that. You're doing it to push my buttons, not too bring me pleasure." His voice rose, almost like his scolding's were moans themselves, working up, getting excited-- "you're a sick f*ck, a-- f*ck-- a freak, and a fool, nothing but a sl--"
L felt overwhelmingly excited at the word Light was about to say, because he just wanted to have Light use those names with him, but he couldn't let him. He followed his next urge like a puppet, smiling as he clasped his hand firmly to Light's mouth. Light's hips stuttered, in pleasure or surprise, maybe even rage. Light acted quickly, jerking his head to the side to offset the hand and bite down on the side of L's palm, teeth on vicious display like he was trying to gnaw some meat off. They were an awfully bitey pair together, that's for sure.
L almost came on the spot. It would have been the most sudden org*sm he'd ever had, but instead he held it back, turning the energy into a cold rush through his veins and an aching tingle in the head of his co*ck. He managed to pull his hand away before Light could draw blood (not that his canines were really that sharp, they were just a little too rounded and perfectly un-jagged for that) and he swung his body upright to stop leaning over the heathen below him.
As L's eyes rolled to the back of his head from another tap against his prostate, he thought of something he absolutely had to do. He could say it was punishment for Light biting him, but he would have gotten to the point whether that'd happened or not. He needed to know if Light would whimper again for it, or if he'd sit there wide-eyed, maybe he'd do it back.
L's body stiffened as he slapped Light's face.
He stared down in wonder, like a little boy who'd just yanked his crush's ponytail. Light was shocked for a good few seconds, his mouth open in a little 'o' and eyes narrowed, but then as a split-second warning, his expression completely changed, and L's own eyes widened in disbelief and excitement as Light tossed him up and to the side.
L's back crashed into the sheets on the opposite side of the bed, a screwed up moan-yelp scratching through his throat from how the turn jabbed Light's co*ck into him. Light kept thrusting for a few seconds now that he was on top of L, slapping his hips into L's ass desperate for more of the feeling, but he wasn't done.
L attempted to reach his hand up in time and slap Light's away, but Light was faster in grabbing him by the spot right between his shoulder and neck, using the other hand to grab one of his biceps and haul him up. It was ugly and full of struggle, too much like something you'd see in a far more dubious scene between two people, but Light eventually managed to have L facing down. He grabbed L's hair at the back of his head. L was face down in the pillow hard enough to smother him when Light entered again. His fingers dug into L's scalp meanly.
"You promised that you would be the one getting f*cked so this is how it should be."
L stilled, half content and half resistant to being unable to breathe as Light applied more pressure to his head and scratched into his scalp. It burned, everything burned more and more. Any more that he tried to push back or gain some of the control before Light started thrusting in was met with force and disregard for his comfortability. Light grunted as he started f*cking L like a ragdoll, if there was ever a ragdoll you could hate so much you wanted to see it torn open.
L gasped into the pillow, desperate to find air, and he barely even registered that there was drool making its way past his lips until suddenly he was yanked back up like he was being pulled out of water. A string followed his lips, breaking back against the wet stain. Light had him debouched.
Light made the mistake of leaning his head over L's shoulder, front to L's back, chin brushing against the side of his jaw as he opened his mouth to sneer something at him, but L reached back with one hand before words could come out, hooking two fingers into the metal heart of the choker Light wore and tugging it forward. Light sputtered before trying to lean back away from L's body, but L had him by the collar with enough tug behind his hand that Light only served to make the pressure on his neck harder.
Light speeds up his thrusts to make up for his slip-up, to try and show L that he was still the leader, the one with the most power to do as he pleased. L found himself whining and grunting with every thrust. Light no longer had a hand in his hair, instead he was caging his arms around L, hands slipping over the sleek bedsheets until he grabbed and squeezed L's left hand as if the two of them were just in a rough love-making session. L wanted to take his hand and wrap it around his own throat, but he could hardly move a muscle to do something beyond keep Light close by his choker.
Light snapped his hips like he wanted L to break. 'There's the real man behind the mask' L thought. Yes, the tease-worthy virgin loser was also quite the real Light, but there was nothing like his nasty, evil, primal self, the hidden monster.
L felt close, almost so suddenly that it was like Light had flicked a button more than slowly worked him up. He shot his hand away from Light to reach for his erection. The touch of his own hand almost hurt, and he could barely get a firm grasp with how much he was being jostled around on the bed. Before he could cum, he just wished--
Light heard his silent prayer in full, and he grabbed a hold of L by the back of his neck this time to shove him down again. L's body arched like a whor*, his nose aching from being scrunched up against his face. He came just like that, shivering under Light and gasping into the pillow. His sem*n flew onto the underside of his wrist in the process of painting the bedsheets. He knew Light started cumming immediately after by the whimpers and utterly girlish cries he let out into L's ear, leaning over him again.
Light continued to slap his hips uncoordinated and sloppy into L's hole until he was completely emptied. The second he was done, huffing and out of his senses, L shot backwards and scattered them both away. He laid back on his side of the bed, and Light scowled at him from the end of his own.
"That was a risky, selfish move you made halfway through," L said.
"You liked it more than when you were riding me."
"I think break time has gone on long enough then, Light. Let's go back downstairs."
"Don't even try and force me down there until I've changed, I'll knock you out if I have to."
L sighed. He was almost shaky. He needed a snack, something sweet in his mouth. He needed sugar in his veins, badly. Light had f*cked with his senses greatly, using the pleasure L got out of it to distract him from the fact that the two of them having sex had changed something in L. f*ck the change to their dynamic, L felt shaken up, scrambled. It meant he'd enjoyed it. He wanted to enjoy it again. God, it felt so good.
"What have you done to me," he mumbled.
