Sex

I don't own Death Note.

warning: There is sex. Sorry if you find sex offensive.

Light was fucking sexy. Sexy when he crossed his legs in that hot, demure way, like he was so innocent and pure. He was sexy because of his soft body, the one all wrapped up in sweaters and khakis, like a good boy, covering it up. Oh god, it made L insane with want, so insane with want for that beautiful thing there, right in front of him.

It was so fucking sexy, when he would remove all his clothes, sitting there on L's bed, his pretty young body all soft and ready, ready for L. It was real sexy when he would open that mouth, damn that pretty red mouth was so sweet, like a pin up girl's, lush and plump, and out would come such naughty words, whispered in Light's voice. It was crazy, so crazy, but L craved it. So hot, when he would slip off his boxers (that weren't even boxers, they were more like panties, nice and black, but oh so feminine…), providing L that view he'd wanted the whole day.

"Mmm, L. Come here." He loved that voice he used. He didn't care if Light knew that he was driven solely by his penis, or the fact that Light knew the more he let L take advantage of him, the more L would fall. L just wanted more of that voice, the low whispery breathy one that begged L to fuck him, yet kept him at bay, not until he proved he was worthy.

So L would. He would kiss, and lick, and suck his way around Light's body, pretending that this, like all the other nights, was the first time and he and the teen's young body needed to get acquainted. L thinks Light likes it, because Light likes to feign innocence, like L is this horrible man who is getting his pretty on a pedestal virginity, when they both know L isn't Light's first. Or second. Probably third, but Light can't remember and L is quick to forget things like that.

Light is sensitive around his nipples, so L kisses them hard. He can get so shy when he actually gets aroused, so Light blushes when L does this and lets a few low whispery breathy moans go, for L's self esteem and for his own self indulgence.

L wanted to hear those lips moving, making noises as they parted with a small smack noise. Mmm, yes, more please more, Light, make more sounds. He feels like a high school boy again, coaxing sounds from those girls that used to elude him, before he grew a cock and they grew breasts. He thinks that they are so beautiful and mysterious, these things, and he wants. He wants their secrets, the way he wants Light's secrets. There is no ulterior motive, seeing as he is a man, not a machine, and craves this release like no other. He just wants to sex up that perfect body of Light's and leave him breathless and needy, that whispery breathy voice saying to L all the things he wants.

He is only a man.

Light is demure though, and refuses for a good 5 minutes, making L convince him like he is buying a product. He must present it in a way that does not offend the teen, and makes him want it as much as L. This is never so, because Light doesn't really care whether they do 'it' or not, because he isn't the one suffering, L is. So he hems and hahs, until at last he says whether he wants to or not. This is key for L, because he must act the moment the answer is given, or Light will lose interest and turn away, taking his secrets with him as he puts his clothes back on.

You must understand. Light is a fucking sexy young thing, but he is a fucking cruel bitch when it comes to these things. This makes L want him all the more, so he pushes and pleads, in a way he's never had to, because only Light would refuse L, wouldn't he? Sexy Light, with his soft body that says innocence, with his hot voice that says naughty, says no to L.

You must understand. No one says no to L.

Light's prudish show is all L can stand before he pushes the boy to the bed. He cries out, of course, and protests, many threats of telling his father or leaving, when they both know he can't and he won't. L wouldn't dare let him, because L is stronger than most think. He can hold down the wiggling, writhing body of Light and kiss him into stillness (never submission, because Light never submits…), which is more strength than any of the others Light has wooed before with his pretty eye batting. L thinks he is special because of this.

He is. Light just never tells him.

All foreplay is done. Now it is time for the fucking. Do not mistake this for love making. It is fucking, because L is raging hormonally for Light, the way an adolescent boy would a pop idol, and Light isn't interested in love enough to make it. They fuck.

It only took L two times to find Light's prostate, the little button, he likes to call it that makes Light very not-Light. It makes him flushed pink, his voice now a shriek of pleasure as it gets hit over and over. The sexy mouth, that once told L to stop touching, now begs, begs for L to do more and more. Light wants it.

Slick with sweat, L is moving faster and faster, watching Light's body move in rhythm with him, up and down, in and out. He almost (almost) wishes Light had tits so he could watch them bounce as he assaults the insides of the teen. It's hot, pulsating, and tight in there, his penis hard and huge, so L can't even imagine what it feels like to be Light. It must hurt like fucking hell. Light orders him (Light always orders, never asks…) to go deeper, faster, harder, damn it L, harder. L kisses Light and obeys, sucking on those lips like he is sucking Light's soul. L wants it.

Light cums first tonight. L cums second, riding out the orgasm a little longer than needed. This will cost him points, but Light is to tired to do any of that now. L slides out but Light stops him and tells him to stay in.

"I want to feel you inside me more." L nods and stays. It's sticky and uncomfortable, but very sexy. Light is fucking sexy, even when half asleep and covered with sweat and his own cum. He lays his head on L's chest and winds his hands around L's neck. His hair sticks to the surface of L's (not pale) skin, and L strokes his head, like a friend soothing a sobbing friend. Light doesn't move his head, so L doesn't move his hand. It is the way they work.

L is fucking tired and wants to sleep, but he can't until Light does. He wonders what he will do when Light leaves. Jag off to memories of fucking the teen, or find boys out there that look like him and fuck them like clones, although they'll say yes and he can't have that. Light would say no, just like Light will leave because Light doesn't need L.

L needs Light. Light mumbles some nonsense in his sleep and L stops his thoughts to listen. Light, Light, sexy fucking Light, with his soft body, his pretty eyes, his whispery breathy voice, mumbles carelessly to L about how much he will miss doing this, once he is Kira again. So softly, L responds, sending subconscious shivers down the proverbial back of Kira.

"As will I."

the end

a.n. I wrote this for no one. My world is getting smaller, and I think it might implode sometime soon.

I listened to Airbag (by Radiohead) and my player went into The Real Thing (by Gwen Stefani) almost seamlessly. It was spooky.

I will probably write a companion chapter to this all in Light's pov. It will be mean, because Light is a mean sob.

Please Review…