Hello, everyone! This is my first... "Kira wins" DN fanfic. Honestly, I really don't like it when Light's evil, but I've read some like this, and I thought I might try it out. So... read!

Disclaimer: Not mine. I don't own anything but... an iPod Touch, where I write down all my smutty ideas. :D

L ground his teeth together, resisting the urge to pull away from Light and punch some sense into him. Of course, there was no chance in hell that Kira was ever going to change. L was going to be his prisoner forever… Until Light wrote his name down in the Death Note. Until then, he'd be his little toy, his pet, and his personal little maid. The metal collar that was around his neck and the chain attached to it made it impossible for him to get away fro even a moment unless he let up his grip on that chain… and there was absolutely no chance that he'd do that.

L clenched his jaws as he was jerked down to hit on the floor beside "the new God" as he sat in his throne. Honestly, the bastard was the worst egotist. L had never seen anyone who's head was bigger than Light's.

He calmed down slightly and the brunette began running his fingers through the detective's hair. It did feel really nice… Almost soothing. He let out a purr, but only out of habit. It was one of the humiliating things Light made him do sometimes. Now L only did it without really thinking about it.

He hearted Light chuckle beside him and growled softly, which only awarded him with a jerk of his dark hair. He looked down at the floor as Light t continued to talk to his loyal servants. Mikami was especially paying attention to him. He growled again, but Light simply started petting him again. He tilted his head to the side and closed his eyes. Somehow, Light always got L to bow down to him, bend to his will and be obedient to him. L hated that… It angered him, but he couldn't' do anything about it. He even occasionally put something in L's food to make him… "bendable" during certain nights when his "job" was making him stressed and tired. By the looks he was receiving from the brunette, L got the feeling that tonight was going to be one of those nights.

When the meeting was over, L's hands were shaking. If he didn't eat, Kira wasn't going to be as tolerant of him as he had been as of late. If he did eat, he'd be tossed around by the other man and not know what he was doing. He hated it when he didn't have control.

They entered L's completely white room, a plate of cheesecake already prepared for the dark-haired man at a small table. He didn't look at Light as he sat down in front of his food and simply stared at it. He jumped when the brunette put a hand on his shoulder and squeezed hard.

"What is it, Lawliet? Aren't you hungry?" he asked in a soft voice, but L wasn't fooled. He knew Kira was starting to get impatient.

L finally looked up at Light and shook his head. "I'm… not in the mood for cake," he said, somewhat lamely. Kira would see right through his lie. Then, he'd lose all patience he had for L and just force him down…

"Really?" he asked slowly. "I thought you'd be willing to accept anything after not eating anything or two days…" He wiped some whipped cream off the cake and tasted it himself. "it's delicious, and I have no reason for poisoning it—" yet"—so eat, Lawliet."

L gulped and looked up at Light again like a sad puppy for a moment. When it was obvious he wasn't going to take the bait, he sighed and turned to his food once again and dug in. After being starved for two days, L really WAS hungry, but he ate it slowly. It would come back up if he didn't, and it would give him some time to think of another excuse as to why he really didn't want to eat all of it.

When he was halfway done, he felt Light's breath by his ear, asking him if it was good… if he wanted more…

L quickly shook his head. He didn't even want to be around the younger man anymore. All he wanted was some freedom again. When he had devoured a quarter of the cake, the room seemed to have dimmed slightly, and Light's hands went down to L's waist. L groaned, knowing what would happen next. As he finished the last bite, he felt himself rise and turn to Light. He was expecting it now. If he didn't, it would make everything worse… it would hurt more. He swallowed thickly and arched his back when one hand snaked under his shirt, just brushing against his chest.

He looked up at those crimson eyes blankly. He always tried to look emotionless around Light now. If he did show any emotion, it was either deep hate for Kira, or expression he couldn't hold back when Light touched him on nights like these.

To L, Kira and Light were two different people. Kira was the villain, the God that judged people so harshly; Light was the smooth-talking, intelligent, polite boy he had seen what seemed like such a long time ago. He missed Light often, and he wondered if he had died completely the day that Kira became so powerful.

Kira wouldn't let L touch him, unless he had permission. So L never really go tot touch him. Not sensually, anyway.

Light's eyes traveled to the bed, and the detective automatically turned and lay down on it, his face turned away from Light, his arms and legs spread out slightly.

Light calmly walked over to L and straddled his hips, pulling the raven-haired man's shirt over his head to reveal scars on his chest and upper stomach. "You were well-behaved today," he said in a low voice, and as he shifted a little, L could feel the brunette's clothed erection on his thigh. "I didn't have to punish you for being bad…" He smirked. "I'm glad you're finally seeing it my way."

L said nothing. He didn't use his voice too much these days, unless… in these certain moments, he was forced to. He sighed in relief when Light took the meal collar off, only to reveal more injuries; however, these weren't from Kira's temper. There were red marks and bruises all over L's neck. They were there because he belonged to Kira… to Light… He let out a soft moan as Light kissed along his neck softly, barely brushing his lips along the skin. L loved these rare gently but teasing touches. He wasn't used to them, but he craved it. It was a nice change after all he'd been through…

Kira smirked again and jerked L's pants down unexpectedly and grabbed his member, starting to roughly pump him.

L whimpered and lifted his hips, his eyes closing halfway. He looked up at Kira, expecting to be blindfolded like usual… But that action never came. L always figured that Light just didn't want L to see his face, his expressions. Maybe he thought that he'd look weak… He was surprised, and it must have shown on his face, because the man above him chuckled and brought his hand away form L's desire. He didn't give any explanation, but it's not lie k he needed to, anyway. He crushed hi lips to L's and inserted a finger inside him, earning a louder moan from his prisoner. They'd' done this so many times before that the detective doubted that he needed preparation anymore, but Light did it every time. What it was because he didn't want to make L writhe in pain (which made no sense to L), or if it was because he wanted to torture and tease L before he took him (that was a better theory), L never dared or bothered to ask.

The brunette entered another finger, curling it and pushing it further in, just barely brushing his fingers against his target. L rocked his hips forward, arching his back and groaning for more. Kira grinned madly. "You love this, don't you, my pet?" he pulled his fingers out and began undoing his pants and kicked them to the floor.

"Mm… yes, Kira-sama," L breathed. This was the point where he lost all willpower to be defiant and stubborn. His hands twitched, and he ignored the urge to touch his God. He just looked so beautiful… Truly God-like now. In the back of L's mind, he wondered why he thought this would never work. He had been strong and wanted to watch Light's world crash, proving he was right all along. But that hadn't happened yet, and he doubted it ever would.

When he felt Kira push into him, he winced slightly, turning his head away from him again. He clawed at the sheets below him and arched his back once more, trying desperately to meet Kira's wild, uncontrolled thrusts.

Light narrowed his eyes at the man trembling and moaning beneath him. He grabbed his black tresses and bit down hard on his neck, where a bruised spot was just staring to heal. He heard L cry out in both pain and pleasure and bit down even harder, the taste of blood entering his mouth. "You're such a whore, Lawliet…"

L whimpered again and felt the breath catch in his throat. His blood was racing through his vein and he groaned, knowing this was almost over. He could feel the pressure in his stomach, building quickly. Good… the quicker it was over, the better… Light's thrusts were getting more violent and L couldn't stop the screams that were coming from his throat. He knew the God's end was nearing, too… "K-Kira-sama…"

After a few more thrusts, Light came, filling L with his warm liquid. He rode out his orgasm, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. L came soon after, clutching at the bed and his back rising completely off the mattress. Light collapsed on L, his head resting on the dark-haired man's chest.

L looked down at the man, cocking an eyebrow slightly. What was he doing? He usually just fucked him, then quickly left, leaving L alone until morning. His lips twitched up ever so slightly, but Light must have realized what he was doing, because he quickly got up, got dressed and left without looking back at L.

L lay there, feeling empty. He would have liked it better if the damned boy would have just killed him. It would have been so much better… At least he wouldn't have to feel anything… He stared at the white wall until he heard voices in the hall, signaling it was morning. Even then he didn't move…

Kira's world was hell, not justice.

I'm not sure if I should leave it as it is, or add more chapters... like a series of one-shots, but with slight plots, and some just PWP. Of course, that's sorta was one-shots are... Ehem, anyway! Review and give me your opinions! ^_^