Chapter Summary: Light agrees to let L have his way with him, speculating that it might cure L of his nightmares. After all, what are friends for? Light comes to terms with the fact that he wants to be the submissive partner during kinky sex, and that L is the first person to make him feel okay with that.

Objectionable Material: Yaoi, strip search, anal, rimming, rough sex, dirty talk. Rated M.

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

VI.
Part II

L sat up. "Kira is now a prisoner and will need to undress and submit to a search." He got out of bed and began rummaging through the drawer in the nightstand, feeling around in the dark.

"What are you looking for?"

"Lotion or some kind of lubrication," L replied.

Light's breathing became heavy. Was he excited? Or perhaps nervous? He had never really expected something like this to happen, and yet it was. L was really going through with it. "I have vaseline in the drawer." Light said, hoping his voice didn't sound shaky.

L pulled the jar out and set it on the bed. Light was surprised to see that he was pulling a latex glove over his hand.

"Raito-kun," L said. "Why do you keep vaseline in your night stand? Were you hoping for something like this to happen?"

"Hah," Light said. "You're the one who has latex gloves. I'd like to hear you explain those away."

"I have latex gloves so I can handle evidence without contaminating it."

Light's stomach sank. So L did have a perfectly credible explanation. In fact it would be strange if he didn't have the gloves.

Light was struggling to think of a reply, but L seemed to have moved on from the topic. He rolled back towards the middle of the bed, and said, "Please remove all of your clothing and set it on the nightstand."

"Of course," Light said. He pulled his shirt over his head and folded it neatly. He got up on his knees and pushed his pajama pants off, then placed them on top of the shirt. L was watching intently even though it was dim with only the glow from the window lighting the room.

Light paused and remarked, "How are you going to conduct a thorough search in the dark?"

L glared at him, but seemed to appreciate the logic of that statement, leaning over and switching on a small lamp on the bedside table.

Light hesitantly grasped the hem of his boxers. The comment about the darkness was going to cost him. Pointing out L's lack of forethought had given him a moment of satisfaction, but now the light was on and he would be fully exposed. He usually didn't mind being naked, but he was about to be on display in front of a fully clothed L. That seemed unfair… and slightly dangerous. Was it really a good idea to consent to anything L wanted?

He slid off his underwear and tossed it in top of the rest of his clothes. "Like what you see?" He smirked. L didn't show it, but surely he was impressed.

"You'll be paying for your arrogance," L said. "Get on your knees and grip the headboard."

Light slowly bent over, his arms extended out in front of him. L's hands began sliding over his body- down his chest, over his back, almost as though frisking him, but needlessly because he was completely naked.

He felt goosebumps rising all over his skin as L's fingers brushed over his body. As the hands slid up the inside of his thighs, he closed his eyes, hoping he would feel L's warm hands clasp around… But L stopped before reaching that area, opting instead to roughly force Light's legs further apart and grip him firmly by the hips.

"You'll need to relax for your examination," L said flatly.

"Okay," Light said. When L gripped is buttocks and spread them apart, he expected to feel fingers pressing to get into the area that needed to be 'searched.' But the sensation that came next was completely unexpected. He gasped as L's warm, wet tongue made contact.

"Fuck!" Light exclaimed as the tongue flicked against him, teasing and sending chills over his body. "What are you doing?"

L paused and said, "Rimming you. This is the best way to relax. Don't you like it?"

"Uh…"

"I just saw you get out of the shower, so it should be fine as far as hygiene. Now please be quiet so I can continued my work."

Within a few moments, Light had to admit he did like it.

No one has ever done this to me before.

Everything about it felt amazing. He was shocked at how sensitive that part of his body was. Even the faintest licks sent jolts through him. L's tongue was incredibly strong and could press firmly, massaging and relaxing Light until he longed for harder, deeper stimulation.

I could never have asked for this. It would have been… wrong, Light thought. But he's acting like it's the most normal thing in the world. He doesn't think it's strange that I like it.

L was holding him firmly. His fingers dug into Light's hips as he surrendered to the mercy of that skilled tongue, letting pleasurable tremors overtake his body.

"Ryuzaki," Light moaned. "This seems very unprofessional. Is this how you conduct all your searches?"

"No, this is special for you. The search of such a dangerous criminal will have to be very, very thorough, so you require additional preparation."

When Light was gasping and panting almost continuously, L pulled back and mumbled, "I told you I was very skilled."

L shifted and sat upright. Then Light felt greased up fingers press against his anus.

Do it, Light thought. He needed something in there. He was more than ready- he was practically begging for it.

"This stuff is actually perfect," L mumbled, massaging the thick lubricant in. Slowly he was able to effortlessly push one finger inside.

A flash of pleasure shot through Light's entire body. L inserted a second finger and Light resisted the urge to moan pitifully. The fingers moved slowly in and out. He worried he was embarrassing himself- that his body was betraying how eager he was. He had gone quite a while without sex… or was it also that L was particularly good at this?

The fingers swirled in a circular motion inside of him, as though really intending to thoroughly explore every part of him. L repeated the motion, dragging it out, making Light wonder what would come next. L seemed to be taking his time, simply enjoying the feeling of having his fingers buried inside Light's body and savoring the texture of the smooth skin there.

Then he began rubbing over the sensitive place that Light knew he would get to eventually. He wouldn't press directly on it, just glide over it torturously. He slid his fingers in and out repeatedly until Light's breathing became ragged and his body began quivering with pleasure.

"How long does it to take you to be convinced I don't have weapons up my ass?" He asked, his voice rough.

"Aversion to a thorough search is extremely suspicious." L continued the gentle pressing, then began teasingly stroking the spot with his finger tip.

Panting frustratedly, Light muttered, "You seem to be searching the same place over and over again."

"Don't tell me how to do my job," L said. He massaged the spot slightly harder, then said, "My goodness. How perverted. Is Kira actually going to come as a result of this examination?"

Light was gritting his teeth, trying to resist, but finally a strained, "Yes…" escaped his mouth. "If you don't cut it out soon." He prayed L would stop. At this point he was no longer in control; L could probably make him orgasm against his will.

"We wouldn't want that yet," L said, slipping his fingers out. He pulled off the glove and wrapped it in a tissue before dropping it on the ground. He pulled Light down on the bed, flipped him onto his back, and knelt between his legs. He had a slightly devious look in his eyes as gazed down at Light, pushing his own boxers off his slim, pale hips.

"Do I have to be in this position?" Light asked, taking care not to betray any anxiety.

"Quiet. Kira does not get an opinion." L said, gripping Light's hips and scooting him closer. Light lay on his back with his knees bent as L leaned over him, getting into position between his legs. Light gasped as he felt something press against his slick, relaxed opening.

"You promised I could use you however I wanted," L growled into his ear. "You said I could abuse Kira."

Light was out of self-assured remarks at the moment. He held his breath as the tip of L's firm erection forced inside him. He winced and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Don't worry, you'll open up," L said.

Light moaned, as more length slid into him. There was so little room, it didn't seem like L's larger than average penis could fit, but Light quickly learned that with enough force, there was only one place for it to go, no matter how painful the stretching became. L was not going to be easy on him. After all, he was supposed to be Kira, and Kira deserved nothing more than a rough, degrading punishment, at least in L's mind.

Light was still holding his breath, biting the inside of his lip as L fit it all the way in. Bony hips dug into his parted thighs as L pressed closer. As long as L didn't move, Light could close his eyes and pretend it didn't hurt. But after only a brief moment, L withdrew, and slid back in.

"Argh!" Light groaned through gritted teeth.

He felt L's stiff member slip out, almost completely, then once again, press firmly back inside. When it withdrew for the third time, Light tried not to flinch or sputter as he said, "Hey L, haven't you heard of warming up?"

L apparently had not. He was already rocking in and out in a steady rhythm. It wasn't rough or fast, just unwavering, unstoppable. Each thrust still felt as unexpected and shocking as the first, plunging deep inside. It felt wrong and good at the same time, surrendering his pleasure to this unpredictable man.

"I've always longed to do this to you, Kira," L said.

L was pressing against places that hadn't been reached before, and Light felt the thrill of exposing himself in the most vulnerable way to someone who shouldn't be trusted. The constant rhythm began feeling dangerous, like the calm before a storm.

"You've been defeated. Can't you feel it? Savor the feeling of your defeat," L hissed into Light's ear.

Light was very aware of the feeling- every inch of it. It was still uncomfortable. He wasn't used to it yet, and the pain was very slow to subside. Could L tell how much he enjoyed it? Being forced to endure this pain was making him burn with humiliation and arousal.

"You belong to me now," L said, "If you don't submit to me, I'll have you thrown in prison."

L began increasing the pace. Light could feel pleasure building as each thrust violated him, and he groaned, "You don't need to throw me in prison. You can fuck me whenever you want."

The response seemed to catch L's interest, because he continued whispering dirty and insulting comments. "You're lucky your body is so appealing," and "Who would have thought Kira whimpers like a girl in bed?" Light wanted more. He wanted to feel L's power over him. By the time L commanded him to proclaim his own defeat, Light was all too eager moaning, "You've defeated me…"

"Beg me for mercy!"

"Please, L… Please…"

"Does Kira enjoy being fucked by L?"

"Y-yes… I enjoy being fucked by you."

Light's toes curled and his fingers gripped and twisted the sheets. He had always shamefully desired to be treated this way, but each of his previous partners had had relatively ordinary limits, and he'd always known what he could reasonably hope for. But L was unpredictable. He was probably capable of doing any of the things Light had ever been afraid to ask for. Uncertainty. That's what he had said L's dream was about, and it was what made this so thrilling.

L asked, "Do you like the pain?" His voice had softened, as though he were really asking- as though he were speaking to Light for a moment, rather than 'Kira'.

"Yes," Light whispered harshly, and L seemed to laugh to himself.

In a surprisingly fluid maneuver, L flipped the tangle of their bodies over, and pulled Light into his lap so they were facing each other. At this angle, it was a very different feeling, Light realized. More pleasurable. The thrusting was less powerful, but it was slower and more sensuous, as though perhaps L were trying to get him off, rather than pound him senseless.

"OH- " Light exclaimed as L pressed against his prostate. His body jerked, and L's arms wrapped around his back, pulling him down and holding him in place. With a slow rocking movement, L delivered a deep rhythmic pressure to just the right place. Pleasure was building. The warm feeling in his core was spreading over his body, radiating out to ever part of him. He had never imagined L could make him feel this good.

"I like Kira much better this way. Obediently accepting anything I care to do," L whispered. "It suits you."

Light felt L's soft lips tracing over his neck, the tip of his nose brushing against it. Then his teeth sank firmly into the flesh. Light tried desperately not to moan as L continued biting and sucking.

"Don't hold back," L said, before catching a new part of Light's neck in his mouth. Light gave in and moaned shamelessly, while his body was jostled by L's persistent thrusting.

L looked at him curiously, then said, "Can I kiss you?"

Light nodded wordlessly. As L's mouth pressed against his, Light devoured it greedily. It was so slick, and warm, and soft, and delicious… perhaps he was imagining things, but it tasted almost sweet. L was breathing heavily through his nose, finally seeming to lose control of himself, but still rocking and thrusting rhythmically, driving Light to the height of his pleasure. And then it was all too much. Light closed his eyes as his sensitive erection brush against L's stomach, and he was cumming in warm pulsing waves.

As the intensity of his orgasm subsided, Light became vaguely aware that his climax must have pushed L over the edge as well. His steady thrusts had turned into erratic jerks and he cried out in a choked groan as he released into Light.

They sat there for a moment, wrapped around each other, panting heavily.

"Well…" Light said slowly. He was sobering up, and worrying they had just ruined their working relationship. "Uh… Well I hope that … helps with your nightmares." He rolled off L's lap and moved to his side of the bed.

L was reaching for tissues and cleaning up, but he grabbed Light by the arm and said, "No! We can't be sure. It would be safer to cuddle while we fall asleep as well."

L stared at him intensely. Surely L meant to be playful or funny, but with his flat expression it was impossible to tell.

A smile crept across Light's face. As L snuggled close to him, he said, "Well, I suppose we should, if it's necessary for your health."

L: Hey.
Light: What up.
L: Now that all the sweet sex we've been having has cured my anxiety, I'm totally recovering from my irrational, obsessive drive to catch Kira.
Light: You're taking yourself off the case?
L: Hellz no. I just don't feel the need for us to do anything crazy like… you know, chase him down in a helicopter and land it on the freeway.
Light: Holler. Landing those things in business or residential zones requires mad permits. That would be super inconvenient.
L: And when we catch him, we definitely wont touch anything found in his possession at the time. I mean, hello, that could be reaaaal dangerous.
Light: Ch. Yeah. For sure we wont do that.