CHAPTER 16 of "Smutty Shorts"

Title: "Swordplay"

Author: Sashocirrione

Spoilers: Minor spoilers for a few facts revealed early in the series.

Warnings: NO UNDERAGE READERS. Sexual activities. Dubious consent, rape-like situation, bondage, suffocation, sharp object used.

Summary: Light resorts to physical force and sexual coercion in an attempt to get L's name.

Pairing: LightxL

Additional Notes: The plot obviously diverged from canon at some point prior to the start of this fanfic, but it isn't set firmly during a particular arc. I suppose you could imagine this fanfic happening during the college arc or during the Yotsuba arc equally easily.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note, and I do not make any money from these writings.

Even when L closed his eyes, he was still hyper-aware of exactly where the sword was. Light had made sure of that, the cold steel always in contact with some part of L's body. It was constantly skimming here and there, sometimes laid flat but other times the edge - oh so sharp - and if Light pressed just slightly then it would make a thin pink line decorated with bright red beads of blood.

Light wasn't a complete sadist, but he certainly had some tendencies in that direction.

The sword was only part of it. There were also the choking sessions, and the casual, but very effective, forced immobility. Super-glue held L's shoulders, arms, and most of his back tight against the floor. His legs could be used for kicking, but that was a bad idea as long as Light held the sword.

L opened his eyes again, to see Light still standing over him, always with that smug, smug grin on his face, perhaps with a bit of worry flickering across his features now and then, but Light was hiding that well. The sword was at L's throat, casually skimming along the surface of the skin without biting in at all, but it hesitated slightly where L knew his jugular to be, betraying Kira's killing-lust.

"Shall I fuck you again?" Light asked, as if L really had any choice in the matter, as if this were a normal sexual encounter.

"Why not?" L answered. "You have yet to make me orgasm."

At that, the sword suddenly left L's throat and traveled to his erection, prodding it with the flat. L gasped at the contact and the sexual attention was exciting, but probably not for precisely the reasons Light thought. Yes, there had been that simmering sexual tension under the surface almost from the beginning, but this was more than that.

This was... victory. Not a complete victory, yet, what with being glued to the floor with Kira in control, but it was still the victory L had sought for so long. Kira was known, admitted, masks dropped and accusations no longer denied. If L survived this, he would have proof. Light was a kidnapper, Light wanted to know the true name of L, and Light was undoubtedly Kira. The only component remaining was surviving this, and that was still a possibility.

For Light to break down like this, to resort to using his own hands for his own dirty work, it meant Kira was truly desperate, Kira was in trouble, Kira had been backed into a corner by L's tactics.

"Kira," L whispered, just for the pleasure of seeing Light not deny it.

Better than not denying it, Light's smug little grin turned in a scary smile and he replied, "I'll kill you very gently, I promise. Simply tell me your real name, and your suffering will be brief."

Without waiting for an answer, Light dropped to his knees, spreading L's legs and lifting his pelvis, easing into the lube-slick semen-slick hole, and they were connected again, Light setting a torturously slow pace of deep, gliding thrusts. L ached against that touch, panting, wanting it. He wanted a hand on his cock too, but Light wouldn't. One hand was for the sword, and the other crept up to L's neck to resume the choking.

Breath rattled and rasped in L's throat, barely able to get in or out. Light's hand squeezed and released at random times, allowing just a bit more air, or cutting it off entirely for long seconds when L's head spun and a giddy, strange, unbearable sensation built up within.

L had almost fainted by the time Light let up, and there was a hand stroking him now just slightly, not enough and the need was too much, far too much.

"Tell me," Light demanded, "tell me your name."

Some name spilled from L's lips; he wasn't sure if it was his own or not. A moment later, Light was fucking him and stroking him the right way, and everything that had built up peaked, and suddenly surged out in an amazing rush, tingling and shaking, a thing of pure ecstasy that expanded and contracted, hard.

A/N (Author's Note):

This ficlet is another fill for the Death Note Kink Meme #2, which is on LiveJournal at dn_kink2. It's actually from a very old prompt, which is so old it was carried over from the original Death Note Kink Meme at dn_kink, so I doubt the requester is still around, but it caught my eye anyway.

The request includes a picture which no longer displays, and it reads:

"Fic which takes this picture to its logical conclusion. :) Light/L, dub-con, asphyxiation, trying to fuck/torture L's name out of him via denied orgasms, swordplay (is there even such a thing?), etc."

I never expected to declare the Smutty Shorts ficlet collection complete, but I've now done that. The "wall of tags" situation at AO3 crept up on me gradually, but at this point it's just getting ridiculous. For details of the situation, take a peek at the end-of-chapter A/N for chapter 15.

Although this is complete, I think it highly likely that I'll start a second ficlet collection entitled Smutty Shorts II. Just don't hold your breath waiting for it. I've currently got so many half-completed writing projects itching at my brain that I'm not sure when I'll have time for non-serious little ficlets again.