A/N: This will be the final installment of this particular torture-porno. I feel like I could go on, but that I probably shouldn't. Rapey-L scares me.

The entire landscape is painted in drab shades of gray and brown; mostly the former. Even the sky lacks pigment. There are no plants, no trees, and no water; only skeletal rock formations giving the barren land a scaly texture. There are caves here and there hidden subtly in the jagged hills, their mouths black and mysterious. The wind whistles half-heartedly across the eerie hellscape.

Light sits up and looks around the place where shinigami-L has deposited him. His chains have loosened somewhat from the flight, but they are still around him, restricting his movement and weighing heavily on his spirit-body. He aches everywhere. Sullenly, he gazes out across the lifeless wilderness of this new plane.

"This is the shinigami world," he says to no one in particular. It can be no other place. Hell would have more life than this, and Purgatory wouldn't suck so much.

L hears him and saunters into view, his wings tucked discretely behind him, round eyes glowing with that strange blue-black fire.

"What better place for the man who would be god," the monster that used to be Ryuzaki supplies.

The two men stare at each other, an optical exchange of hatred. Light breaks the silence first, his apprehension getting the best of him.

"What are you going to do to me?"

Slowly, deliberately, L trudges toward him, hunkering down so that they are eye to eye. Light doesn't pull away. There is nowhere to go. L reaches out and trails a pale, frozen finger across Light's throat, as though he would like to slit it.

"Now, there is a questions I could spend some time on," L whispers icily. "After all, you have been given to me by the king, to do with as I please. And I have been watching you every second since you killed me, Light. Thinking about how I'd like to punish you, in a land without laws. Plotting my own new form of justice."

If this world weren't already devoid of heat, those words would have turned it to ice. Light is frightened now, with a generous dose of hate and anger mixed in.

"I became Kira to save the world. I was doing it for the greater good. You have no right to punish me." Light's fear was coming through in his voice, making his defiance as frail as wet paper.

"You became Kira to gain power over people. You were doing it to please your own ego. Right or no right, I will see you squirm." L's hand clutches greedily at Light's chains, pulling his face ever closer to his own.

Light can think of nothing else to say, except, "Fuck you."

That makes L smile cruelly. The shinigami pulls Light up onto his knees by the chain around his neck.

"How does it go again? Oh, right. Fuck you, Light."

With his free hand, L reaches down and loosens his trademark jeans. Torturously slow, he pulls Light's head toward him until the man's face is pressed against his bulging underclothes. Light struggles, but L has him by the hair, holding him there, making him feel the shape and size of his barely-concealed erection against his cheek.

"No, no, no..." Light begins to moan, trying to pull away to no avail. L wonders if he will cry. He hopes so.

"I don't like the sound of that voice," L breathes, his voice a tall glass of cynical seduction. "And you shouldn't talk with your mouth full."

Taking himself out of his shorts, L turns Light's face and pushes the tip of his long cock against the man's lips, which have been clamped shut in a futile attempt to stop this from happening. His eyes are squinted shut, too. That won't do at all.

"Do you know what would have happened if I had let you fall all the way back to Earth, Light-kun?" L muses, sliding his length teasingly along Light's resisting mouth. "You would not have died because you are already dead. But you would have broken. Every bone in your body would have been crushed. And you would feel all of the pain as your bones slowly knit back together, and your ruined flesh slowly healed to its normal state. And I can still drop you, Light. Break you over and over again, and watch you suffer through that agonizing healing process, until the end of time. Do you want that?"

Light does not answer. L continues to trail his member across Light's face, coming to rest against one closed eye.

"Or I could ram my dick into your eye socket and fuck your skull. Would you like that? Me fucking that clever brain of yours?"

Still no answer. L pushes slightly against Light's eyelid, and the man whimpers.

"Answer me, or I will. I'll skull-fuck you and then slam your sorry body into the planet."

Light opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out but a choking sound.

"What was that, Light-kun?"

Light forces himself to swallow and start again. "I said no. I don't want that."

L smiles wider, then pulls Light's head back a few inches, leaning down close to whisper in his ear.

"Then open your eyes and your mouth. I want to see the look on your face while you're sucking my cock."

Light gets it now; the L he met in the real world is gone, transformed into a monster driven mad by his lust for vengeance. And there is nothing he can do to fight it. He opens his mouth, allowing L's stiff manhood to slide in.

"That's good, Light. Now your eyes."

Grudgingly, Light opens his eyes, glaring resignedly down at the floor. However, his expression turns to one of shock when L pushes himself all the way into his captive's face, forcing him to swallow his tip. Light chokes and tries to pull away, but L takes two fistfuls of auburn hair and pulls him all the way in again, holding his head in place as the man struggles, red-faced and helpless.

"Don't worry, Kira," L moans, relishing the velvety softness of the other's mouth engulfing him, lower lip quivering enticingly against his sack. "I won't let you suffocate. Not much, anyway."

Just to prove his point, L traps him there, locking Light's head in place for several more seconds until he finally stops struggling and submits to his torturer.

"That's better," the pseudo-shinigami gloats. "Now go ahead and finish the job."

Releasing his hold on the man's hair, L watches as Light draws back to catch a breath, barely hesitating before filling his mouth once more with L's sex. He knows more hesitation will only hurt him. Doggedly, he bobs his head on the long member, picking up speed and suction as he senses the torturer's pleasure mounting.

Just when Light starts to wonder how much longer this must possibly go on, he is seized by the hair once more and forced to gobble down all of L's cock as the former detective comes explosively down his throat.

As L is caught up momentarily in the after-glow, Light reels away, gasping and spluttering. He tries to spit out L's demon-seed, then realizes it's too late; the monster has already made him swallow all of it. As well as he can in his restricting chains, Yagami tries to crawl as far away from his warden as he can get. Alas, L sees him and with a leathery flap of his wings is quickly upon him, perching almost flirtatiously on the man's chest.

"Ah, not so fast, Light-kun," L admonishes, running a pale index finger across Light's reddened lips, "This is only the beginning."

"Please," the human begs pathetically, "You've had your fun; let me go!"

"I'm afraid that's not how our arrangement works," the demonic angel replies. "You see, I have taken it upon myself to re-educate you, in more ways than one. It's time you saw the effects of the evil you have wrought upon the world."

L reaches for the end of Light's ponderous chains and quickly begins to unravel the knots and loops that bind his arms and legs. Soon the only binding left is the collar around his neck, connected to the long chain in the shinigami's grasp. Knowing better than to try to resist, Light follows as he is led by his new chain leash toward a portal looking down upon the human world. The image shown in the mirror-like pool is constantly shifting, but it seems to always show places where people are. He sees a toddler playing with her toys, an old woman in an empty church, a group of burly teenagers outside a theater.

"Take a good look," L's voice interrupts his gazing, "you have a lot of things to learn. And I will make sure to give you something to remember each one."

Light jolts as he feels cold, spectral hands grazing against his hips, tugging at the waistband of his pants. Startled, he spins around, falling into an awkward crab-walk stance facing his captor. Still L does not stop, peeling off the man's clothes a stitch at a time, staring into Light's face with frozen eyes.

A slick finger slides around to tease Light's entrance, but the man does not move. Diabolically, L leans in close, whispering into the other's ear words that petrify him with dread:

"Turn around, Light-kun."