Chapter Summary: This occurs while L and Light are chained together. L has a terrible, graphic dream about being publicly assaulted by Kira. He has not determined who Kira is, but in the dream, Kira appears as Light.

Objectionable Material: Non-consensual, boy on boy, anal, oral. Rated M.

Disclaimer: Death Note and affiliated characters are owned and created by Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata.

I.

L was in some sort of cage. That much he could tell. He had been dragged out of his cell, blindfolded, restrained, and then forced into the cage. He had heard the door clank as it was locked. Then he was wheeled away like a crate.

Now he was, as far as he could tell, on a stage, before a large gathering of people in a spacious arena. Their ambient noise was muffled, and he realized that at some point a heavy covering had been draped over the small box he was in. When had that happened? Days of hunger and thirst had dulled his observational abilities.

He could hear Kira speaking to the crowd. It was Kira's special day; the day he finally decided his new world was complete. And it would be presented to L, at long last. Light would gloat over his triumph, and rub it in L's face. L would be forced to admit his defeat and failure, and subjected to the humiliation that came with it.

L couldn't shake the feeling that this event was more about presenting him to the new world, rather presenting it to him. After L's identity was revealed, certainly something would happen to him. Light had made no promises, but L feared he might be publicly executed on stage.

He had been ignoring most of Light's speech- it had been predictable ranting about how only the righteous had survived, and he was their God, and so on… then of course, he got to the part about L being defeated, and the drape was lifted off the cage.

It was brighter all of a sudden, but L couldn't see anything else because he was still blindfolded. In fact, he was restrained in almost every way possible. His arms were wrapped around his body in a straight jacket, and he had drawn his knees to his chest to be more comfortable, giving him a curled up appearance. He had a cloth stuffed into his mouth, held in place by a wide piece of duct tape over most of the lower half of his face.

He heard Light's footsteps approaching, and the door to the cage clanked open.

"Don't be frightened," Light whispered sweetly, right next to his ear.

L tried to pull away, but he felt Light grip him by the shoulders and pull him unceremoniously onto the floor and across the stage.

Light carefully untied the blindfold, and slid it away. L was surprised to find they were in what looked like an enormous church… some sort of Kira temple.

"I give you the world's greatest detective," Light said. The crowd booed and hissed. They began throwing things- things that made no sense. It seemed that no one had planned ahead, so they only threw whatever was on hand, like crumpled up papers and even personal items like chap-sticks, pennies, and receipts. Perhaps food and drinks were not allowed in the temple…

L noticed the wadded up papers looked like programs for the day's ceremony. He tried to see if the last event was anything like him being beheaded on stage… but he couldn't make out the words.

Light quieted the crowd. "There's no need to make a mess for the maintenance staff." Then he grinned, and added, "They're going to have their work cut out for them as it is."

The crowd cheered.

Light continued, "L has been nothing but a pain in my side. His interferences have been a series of minor setbacks in my quest to create a perfect world. Perhaps we can think of a way for him to repent?"

The crowd cheered again.

"A way to submit to the god of the new world?"

They began chanting something, but it was unintelligible.

"If he does a good enough job, perhaps we shall forgive him?"

A loud roar erupted.

Light crouched behind L and began unfastening the straight jacket. L craned his neck, and Light seemed to read the questioning look in his eyes.

"Oh, you'll see," he said softly. He freed L's arms. L expected him to take off the gag next, but he didn't. Instead, he slid his hands under L's t-shirt, and pulled it slowly up his body.

L pulled away, looking confused.

"That's right," Light said, grinning darkly. He pushed L to the ground and straddled him, then began undoing the button on his pants. L struggled violently now, trying to push Light off him, or simply make it difficult for him to remove more clothing. He was becoming red in the face as he fought to get out from under Light, but he was weaker than he'd ever been in his life.

"I've been waiting a long time for this," Light said, holding L down, pressing one palm into his chest. With the other hand, he slid the jeans off L's narrow hips, and down to his ankles. He gripped the hem of his boxers and pulled those away as well. "So have all our guests."

Light used his feet to sort of kick off L's shoes and push the pants away, while holding his wrists above his head. L lay completely naked, pinned to the floor. His chest heaved up and down, as his wide dark eyes stared up at the man above him.

"What's the matter, L? You don't like being exposed in front of this many people?"

The crowd was going wild now. It was just sick how quickly society could regress. The last place large numbers had so readily gathered to witness something this horrific was probably at the coliseum. L still wanted to believe that people were good, but he suspected the part of him that could believe that was about to die, even if the rest of him was allowed to survive this event. He tried to take solace in the fact that some people had elected not to purchase tickets to this event… perhaps some of those people were good.

It was hard to think about that- about anything really- with Light unfastening his own belt, kneeling over him.

"Oh, I almost forgot," he said, pausing. He reached down and took the tape off of L's face, and pulled the damp rag out of his mouth and tossed it aside.

"Why are you doing this?" L asked flatly.

Light seemed to genuinely reflect on it. "I could not think of any better way to make you admit defeat… and entertain my followers at the same time." He resumed unzipping his pants, and freed his hard cock from the fabric f his boxers. "You don't really think I'm attracted to you, do you?"

L wasn't sure how to answer that question, so he shook his head hesitantly.

"I'm not. But nothing has ever turned me on more than… this rush of power."

L wanted to tell him how fucked up that was, and make him think about how ridiculous he sounded. But if Light had come this far without realizing how disturbed this was, it was unlikely a moment of reflection whilst kneeling with his dick out over another man, would change anything.

"Time to beg for your life, with your mouth… but not in the traditional way," Light said, grinning to himself as he added the last part.

L lay still, paralyzed with fear, but Light gripped his hair and yanked his head up. "Come on, open up. I'm not kidding around. This is the one way you can prove you're useful enough to live."

Light forced his erection against L's lips, bruising them slightly. He slowly opened his mouth and let it slide inside.

"Good boy," Light whispered in a rough voice, closing his eyes and tilting his head back in pleasure.

L hesitated again, not sure what came next, now that he had Light's cock in his mouth.

"Try to do a really good job. Your life is at stake."

L mumbles something, and when Light saw he was trying to talk, he let him pull away for a moment.

"I've never done this before," L said. "I have no idea what you want me to do."

"Well, you'll just have to learn really quickly. Let's hope you're a natural."

L wasn't comforted in the slightest. He was fairly certain Light planned to shame him with this blow job, and then kill him no matter what he did- probably laughing at the fact that he'd found a way to make L voluntarily submit to such abuse.

But he had no choice, so he closed his mouth around Light's cock once again, and began timidly sucking.

"You'll have to do better than that," Light warned.

'Better' could mean harder, so L closed his lips tightly and began sucking more deeply. That seemed to please the god of the new world. He flinched and moaned, and his cock became firmer. L drew his lips away and then thrust back down, letting the smooth skin slide over his tongue.

He began moving his tongue up and down the underside of Light's erection as well. There was something sickeningly intuitive about the entire process.

"Good job…" Light said. "Try swirling your tongue."

He obeyed as enthusiastically as he could, trying to make it seem like he was enjoying the task, or at least eagerly complying.

The crowd was cheering, but L was really not aware of them anymore. Perhaps it was because being completely naked and violated in this way was bad enough already that he had to block out the audience. The room was drafty and his body was pressed against the cold smooth floor; everything was surreal, and like something from a dream, the crowd seemed to melt away except for a few key moments, when they erupted into cheers, reminding him his humiliation was quite public.

"You should be happy," Light continued. "You don't even deserve this. Without me, no one would want to touch you."

L gagged as Light lodged his erect member as deep in his throat as it would go. He gasped and coughed as Light withdrew, allowing him to breathe.

Light sighed. "You're not very good with your mouth," He commented, forcing it all the way in again, holding L in place by the back of his head. "But your throat is very tight."

L could feel his eyes watering. He tried to stay calm. Light would let him breath again soon, and showing his discomfort would probably on serve as encouragement… But it was difficult not to panic when he could feel himself chocking. He needed to breathe. He was feeling light headed. Instinct took over, and he fought to pull himself away.

Light freed him, and laughed as he gasped for breath. He fell back on his elbows, panting, barely able to hold himself up. Before he could collect himself, Light gripped his hair and forced his cock back into L's mouth.

He didn't do that awful chocking thing again, but he thrust roughly and rhythmically, just as deep, but not for as long. The constant jabbing at the back of his throat was wearing L down, but every quick thrust seemed to end just as he felt he was on the verge of gagging.

Then Light slid it all the way in, and held it there again. L squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stay calm one again.

"I would love to come right down your throat," Light said.

L lost his composure for a moment, and gagged. He prayed Light wouldn't do it; that would surely make him sick.

"Hmh," Light chuckled. "But that would ruin the rest of my plans."

L gagged again as Light withdrew his member, but overall he was relieved.

"And now," Light called out of the crowd. "The main event."

L felt panicked, realizing that could only mean one thing at this point… right?

Right. He was certain what was coming as Light flipped him onto his stomach, then drew him up onto his hands and knees.

"I don't find you attractive," Light said casually. "But I have always wondered what you would feel like."

"Please don't do this," L pleaded.

Light ignored him, and pressed a finger onto his opening, massaging slowly. He was being gentle, and in a way it felt good. L reasoned he should probably give in to the pleasure and try to relax; that would be the least painful option.

Light removed his finger, and L felt the tip of something larger pressing against him. He gasped.

"No! Raito, don't!" He shouted. He was expecting some pain; this was fully against his will, and Light was not exactly affectionate towards him. But there was no lube, and no preparation. Those two things were absolutely necessary. "Please! At least just- please just wait!"

"Quiet, L," Light said flatly, as he began pressing inside. It wasn't unnecessarily brutal, but it wasn't slow or gentle either. It was just a steady, constant, unstoppable pressure. No anger, no sympathy- Light seemed largely unconcerned with L's involvement. He seemed to disregard that L was a person who could feel pain… a person who could feel anything. In fact he seemed to disregard that L was there at all.

"Stop!" L begged. The pain was unimaginable. He felt as though his skin must be tearing, and his muscles bruising.

When Light was fully lodged inside him, he simply began thrusting carelessly. Each jab sent a blinding flash of pain through L.

He had read that people sometimes become aroused during sexual assaults- not because they enjoy it, but simply as a reaction to that kind of stimulation. He didn't understand how that could happen. He felt disgusted and awful, not aroused. He wasn't hard at all. He could feel Light brushing his prostate occasionally, and he could see how it might feel good in another context, but right now it felt strange and uncomfortable- perhaps like being tickled, or having a nerve pinched.

"You have failed," Light whispered. "This is the world from now on. This is your life."

The crowd was chanting again… hissing and jeering, throwing things at him. He could feel tears pouring from his eyes. His whole face felt damp and wet, as they flowed freely and uncontrollably.

Suddenly, Light gently pat him on the back of his head.

"Ryuzaki?" His voice seemed far off.

L woke with a start. He wasn't where he thought he was. He wasn't on a cold stage, naked; he was in bed, warm beneath the covers. Light was beside him, shaking his shoulder.

"Hey. Ryuzaki," he whispered.

"Wh… what?" L stammered.

Light was silent for a moment. "You were doing it again," he said. "You never sleep soundly anymore. Is something wrong?"

L wiped his face in the darkness. "It's nothing. It's not important."