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Light hated L. He hated him. He thought about this hate as he led a meeting on the situation with the company’s stakeholders, rows of suited people sitting there with plastic water bottles and iPads propped up on stands. He thought about this hate as he spoke to a coworker in the bathroom, laughing at a joke he didn’t really hear. He thought about this in his office, alone, scrolling through a spreadsheet with two thousand columns of cells. He thought about this in the elevator up to L’s floor, which was sleek and silver and moved so fast that it sometimes made people nauseous. Not Light, though, of course. Light didn’t get nauseous. People like him were immune to that sort of thing. Obviously.
“Hiya,” said L, when Light got there. Light didn’t like this greeting. It sounded wrong coming from L’s mouth, which is why L liked to say it. “Come to check in after your meeting? Make sure everything’s in order?” L smiled exaggeratedly for a fraction of a second, joking around, and then his face fell back into the neutral, exhausted mode that it usually did.
“It was fine,” said Light shortly. He closed the door quietly behind him. L had his own secretary, which was a flex of power, for sure, but it was weird because it was this graying old man that sometimes didn’t hear what Light was saying and would, every once in a while, tell him to sit there in L’s lobby for long stretches of time, which Light was sure was an act of sadism. Whether the notion was an order from L or a decision from the old man himself was still unclear. Today, though, he’d let him in straight away. Light should have been pleased, but it unsettled him a bit.
“Yeah,” said L, “I know. I heard already. A perfect presentation from perfect Light Yagami.” There were nine empty Starbucks cups lying around his desk and on the floor near him, varying in material, like he’d pointed at items from the menu at random. In his hand was something from some other chain that Light didn’t go to, because he liked his coffee black and from a local shop around the corner where the workers never spoke to him. He liked that. L saw him eyeing it and sloshed it around cheekily. “They have this option to put Red Bull in your drink, now. It’s really good.”
“That’s,” started Light. He looked at it for another second. “And you got whipped cream, too. Of course.”
“Of course.” L sipped at it and hummed. “You want some, Light-kun?”
“No,” said Light, disgusted. “You’re going to die of a heart attack someday soon, if you keep that up.”
L made a pleased sound, which confused Light. “Maybe not so soon.” He had been leaning on his desk but now he strolled over to his chair, falling into it with his legs outstretched, a rare position for him. He was wearing trousers today. Light knew this meant he’d had some important meeting. Usually he came in with sweatpants. “So you just came to say hi, then.”
“I came to ask you about the numbers Amane gave me,” said Light breezily. This was not a lie; they were losing money in that division. He took some steps toward the desk and the comfortable-looking chairs in front of it, but he didn’t sit down. He wrapped a hand casually over the back of one of them, both to increase his look of confidence and just to grab at something.
“Uh huh,” said L, dull monotone. “The marketing team needs to pick it up a bit, sure. I already told them. There’s no reason to come to me for that.” He swallowed some more sugar. A tiny bit of whipped cream got on his upper lip, and Light watched his tongue dart out and swipe it away. Fuck him fuck him fuck him fuck him fuck h
L spun around in his chair a little. “You know that sales go down this time of year. It’ll go up again during the holidays.” He tilted his head to the side, which Light read as mocking. “I would’ve thought you’d have known that by now.”
“I did know,” said Light, trying very hard not to take the bait, because the bait was low-brow and annoying, “but I figured that you would want to push harder, not just… relax and watch it happen.”
“Hm,” considered L, “Light-kun’s always striving for more, isn’t he?”
“Well, yes.” Light felt tired. He hadn’t slept well in a week. In a month, maybe. He wasn’t sure. Maybe he’d never slept well in his entire life. That was probably it. Being the administrative director was awful, really, but Light didn’t care outside of the fact that lately he hadn’t been able to go to the gym as much. His dreams had been strange, too. The stress might have been getting to him. Usually he woke up with nothing but a blank, dark void behind him, but the past several mornings he’d woken up remembering hands and beating human hearts and the front lawn of his high school, the look of which he couldn’t recall at all when he was awake. His subconscious apparently had it recorded in high definition, though. Light didn’t think about high school all that much in the waking world. Light didn’t think about much at all besides how to take L’s job. He figured that once he got there he’d be satisfied. If he still wasn’t, well, that would be all right, too, as it was a sacrifice for the greater good. L was a competent CEO, maybe, cutthroat enough, but Light hated him.
Said CEO was watching him think with increasing interest. “Hey,” he said. “There’s something on Light-kun’s mind, I think.” He got up from his chair in a singular, jarring motion and neared Light, sitting on the floor a few feet away from him. Ugh. “How would you feel about a little bit of roleplay?”
“What,” said Light, staring down at him. “L. Get off the ground.”
L exhaled a small, sweet laugh. “I’ll be your therapist. Tell me what’s wrong. Tell me what’s on your mind.”
Light gawked. “I’m not doing that.”
L collapsed backwards onto the carpet with a sigh. “Light-kun is so closed off. I can tell you’re hiding something. I know you well.” This was said with a twitch at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were closed and his hair was fanning out from his head like a dandelion toppled over in the grass. Yes, L was a weed. Light wanted to crush him beneath his fingers. Light wanted to wrinkle his nice blazer and his nice trousers and- No. Light was not like that. Light wanted to go home and read his nonfiction paperback he’d bought at the secondhand store, three hundred clinical pages on human anatomy.
“We have an entirely professional relationship,” said Light briskly. “You don’t know me well at all.”
L opened one eye. “Perhaps.” He licked his lips again. Asshole. “Yesterday I was going to talk to you in your office, you know, but you had the blinds down and I saw you through the window with your glasses on. I thought, Light-kun looks so cute, all concentrated like that, I’d better not interrupt him.” He scratched at his arm and looked at the ceiling. “Nice of me, don’t you think?”
Light pinched the bridge of his nose and then collected himself. He put on his most normal voice and said, “Most people wouldn’t call me cute, but I guess I’ll take the compliment.”
L huffed, amused. “Always taking the compliment. Always saying the right thing.” His gaze was wide and endless from where he laid on the floor. The fabric of his outfit pooled around him, thousands of finely tailored dollars, all for nothing, in the end. “What happens when you run out of right things to say, Light?”
“I’m not sure what you mean,” said Light, rolling his eyes, because it was going to take more than that to rouse the anger sitting inside him. Though it was antsier than usual today, perhaps because he’d had to talk to not just Amane but Matsuda, too, and for almost an hour. He thought again of his rage at L that he’d felt in the elevator up here. Curiously, it was still there. Maybe it had been there his entire life. Light didn’t know. It didn’t matter. “If you really want to hang out, L, I might have some free time this weekend. We could get dinner.” Light made sure his tone screamed FRIEND PEER COWORKER ACQUAINTANCE and not anything else.
“But you’re going to eat with your family this Saturday night,” said L, cocking his head to the side innocently, like a bird. “And on Friday you’re going drinking with the others. And on Sunday you’re meeting Misa for-“
“Stop reading my calendar without permission,” scowled Light. “That’s an obvious breach of privacy. Remember what HR said? We talked about this when-“
“I don’t remember that,” said L airily, “and I’m only looking because I look at everyone’s schedules, just to make sure everything’s running smoothly.” Bullshit, Light thought. Numerous security threats against the company’s internal information had been thwarted in the past few months, and L was convinced Light was the one responsible, for some reason. This made no sense to anyone because Light was obviously incredibly loyal to the company, and the apparent hacker had also done something to mess with their stocks a week back, convincing investors to sell at the wrong time, which were not really related events at all unless you talked to L. Light himself had no comment on the matter.
Light said, “My dinner plans with my parents are not really company-related information, L.”
“I don’t know,” said L, blinking at him, “are they?”
This was stupid. “I was going to reschedule them anyway.”
“Oh,” said L, putting on a naive tone, “for little old me?” He tilted his head towards Light, eyes bright, which made him uncomfortable. “I’m not that exciting.”
Light sighed, examining him for a second. His large glass windows loomed over them both, the afternoon light cold and sharp in the face of mid-winter, though it was still sunny outside, like someone above was trying to taunt them. L’s hair was always messy but looked soft, to Light. Just the other day he’d been wondering how L of all people had been somehow blessed with nice hair genes, because it was obvious he did nothing to it. Light wasn’t even sure that L showered more than once a week, which disgusted him and always made him want to stop thinking about L’s physicality in general. Light had to have standards. Light had considered seducing L from day one to get easier access to the company, a grand plan, a long con, but he had concluded after a while of hesitation that L was untouchable in that way, and wouldn’t give him any power at all regardless of how good Light fucked him. He had that way about him, like he would just get even more self-satisfied if given any leeway. Light did not fancy walking around the office with L holding any of that over him, and so the seduction method had been done away with. If they became friends - dinner after work, more heated discussions on philosophy - then maybe Light could work with that. He wasn’t sure yet. He said, as kindly as he could muster, “You shouldn’t say that sort of thing, L. You’re plenty interesting.”
L didn’t miss a beat. “Evidently you think so, as you keep coming up here to talk to me about Kantian theory.” He pushed up his shirt a sliver to scratch at his bare belly. Light’s gaze honed in on the pale expanse of it. “Which I certainly don’t mind. Light-kun is always a sight for sore eyes like mine.” Light frowned. “I just worry.”
“Worry?”
“Yes,” said L. “It’s clear you don’t have any other friends.”
“I assure you that I have many friends.”
“Whenever I check Light’s Facebook I see-”
“I don’t use Facebook very often,” snapped Light, starting to get peeved now.
“Mhm, I know,” said L, almost sadly. Light wanted to- no, he- “that’s why I worry. Normal millennials are usually online around four or five hours a day, and you-”
“I’m not a normal millennial, then.” Light scowled. “You know that stuff’s stupid, L. And if I go on Instagram, people will hound me about the company’s business practices, you saw what happened with Amane and Forbes.”
L shrugged. “So it’s a matter of Light’s lack of thick skin.”
“No,” said Light, “I’m just- ugh. I’m leaving. I just wanted to check in about the sales, really. I should get going.” Yeah, he was done. He’d make some calls about dinner. He also had that stack of documents he had to go through and Matsuda was surely hovering around his office door by now to ask for something. Fuck, Light hated this job. He turned towards the door. He wanted to sit where L sat and make everyone do this sort of shit for him. If only he could-
L’s eyes flashed with something. A lesser person might’ve missed it. He pushed himself up on his elbows a tiny bit, all sweet. “Wait. I wanted to ask you something else.”
Light humored him, looking back. He saw himself vaguely in the reflection of one of L’s windows and saw that he looked good, which was assuring. He’d bought this suit in the middle of the night several weeks ago, an impulse decision, so unlike him, and he’d been slightly - only slightly - worried that this shade of black would be too much of a departure for him. But he’d noticed L looking at him more whenever he wore it, which was impressive, because L looked at him a lot. “What is it, L?” he said politely.
“Come here for a second.”
Light exhaled, walking over to him. He had to step over an empty coffee cup he hadn’t seen before to get there. L said, when he was close, “I’d like you to help me find this perpetrator that keeps giving us trouble.”
Light blinked, mildly surprised. “I thought you said that the ‘perpetrator’ was me.”
“Yes,” agreed L, “I still think it’s you. But everyone else doesn’t believe me, and so you’re going to help me find whoever it is, regardless of what I think.”
“Why,” said Light, “would I do that? We’re not in a detective story, L. I’m underqualified for that. I don’t know the first thing about how to catch this guy.”
“So you think it’s a guy?” L said warmly. “You underestimate women, Light. I’ve always said that about you. It’s bad for morale.”
Light pursed his lips. “I guess I could do it, L, but I have this feeling that you’re trying to trick me into admitting guilt for this somehow, by asking me to do this.” He laughed a little, all show. “That would be kind of elaborate, though, considering."
“It would be elaborate,” hummed L. The tone of his voice made Light scowl harder again. Fuck this guy. How did he know? Why was it important to him? Why did he see through- “Again, I still think it’s you, but I figured having someone do something in that general direction would yield results.” He showed Light his teeth, a rarity that no one coveted. They gleamed in the crisp sunlight. “You’d do anything for this company, wouldn’t you, Light? You said that just last week, at the bar.” L had not been at that bar. Light stepped toward him. “I am the face and the core of this company, you know, so by that logic you’d also do anything for me.” Light hovered over him, feeling stormy, feeling like a hot iron, feeling like he could- “Or am I wrong?”
Light had a moment of composure. He did. Really. He looked at L down there on the carpet with only his socks on, smiling in that small, weird way he did, and he thought, No, I won’t do this today, either. He looked at L down there with that lofty glow around him, like he knew he had laid himself out for Light on a silver platter, and thought, I’m not going to show my hand. That’s what he wants. But the moment passed and Light was so consumed by his desire - which was, in fact, mainly composed of his rage and his jealousy and his indignance - that he forgot all of that, and placed his black, shiny Prada loafer over L’s chest, losing all pretense and snarling, “I’m not into men, L.”
L’s eyes had gone wide, but it was with joy, not fear, which pissed Light off. “Light-kun’s not into anyone, as far as I can tell,” he murmured. He placed a slow, gentle hand over Light’s foot. “He’s just into whatever… this is. Isn’t he?”
“Stop talking about me in third-person.” Light’s mouth was a thin line, chin tilted up, eyes unyielding, he could feel it. He was fully stepping on L, now, which felt good. “I know what you’re doing. I know what you want.”
“Oh?” said L, batting his lashes. Light did not find it attractive. “And what is that?”
“This,” said Light, because something inside him flashed and morphed into some monster he wasn’t familiar with, alarms blaring but it felt good, it felt great, delicious, bright crimson, infinitely large, like a typhoon, or the weight of a tarantula in your hand, and so he moved his foot down over L’s cock through his pants, and pressed.
L’s eyes fluttered open and shut several dozen times. “Light,” he breathed.
“I thought you’d have more to say,” said Light, lips twitching. L was beneath him. L was on the ground, squirming slightly in his stupid blazer. “You’ve wanted this for so long, I thought you’d be over the moon.”
L was pawing at his ankle, like he was trying to get him to press down harder. “No,” he protested, though it was kind of weak. “Like I said before, Light-kun is a sight for sore eyes, but it’s not like I was interested in him in that way.” Light was unimpressed. He rubbed his foot around in small circles. L let out another ragged breath. “In fact, I’d like you to stop, now, Light. Let me up.”
He said it in this high, cheeky tone, obviously lying. Obviously just playing around. Light only looked at him, raising an eyebrow. “I don’t think so,” he said simply. L’s cock was decently sized, beneath his foot. He prodded at it some more, almost bored. L was only lying there, watching him do it, his chest heaving silently, and every few seconds he’d let out an infant breath and Light would add to his mental tally. He wondered if he could get L to cum in his pants, like this. It was a little trite, though. Despite L’s taunting, Light did have experience with sex, thank you, and he knew what got people going, albeit in a clinical, disinterested way. L obviously had more masochistic tendencies than what Light was used to, but it wasn’t anything crazy, probably. Also, Light was doing all the work. The storm inside him was calming down a bit.
L seemed to see it. He smiled with his mouth closed. “I could do something for you, Light-kun.”
Light felt a pang of something slice through his chest, again unknown to him, which he fucking hated. He didn’t believe in L’s submission. It was mocking. Definitively not real. “I don’t want anything from you,” he muttered, voice flat, pressing his foot down harder. This is when L let out a whine.
Light felt his face twitch. He removed his foot - L panted like a dog - and promptly went to lock the office door. On his way back he walked straight past L to sit on the edge of his desk, darkly wooden, not friendly at all, and said, “Show me.”
L’s desperation didn’t show on the outside. He was slow-moving. As he got up, Light could see his hard-on through the fabric, which made him feel warm. L’s lips were glistening, too, which Light wished he hadn’t seen, because it was nice. Instead of getting on his knees like he was supposed to, L leaned over Light and pressed those lips onto his, sloppy and not great at all, like he didn’t know what he was doing. The way he grabbed Light through his own pants, though, suggested he did, and so Light shoved him off, furious at his dishonesty, which was a through-line for him, wasn’t it. L was a forever sort of liar that had come from who-knows-where. Light growled, “Get down, L.”
L was pleased, like he’d expected it. He did get on the ground - where he belonged, Light thought - and loomed over Light’s thighs, long fingers pressing respectfully into the desk and into Light’s left leg. He looked at Light through his lashes and pressed a kiss onto his dick through his trousers, which made Light shiver. He mouthed at him some more. Light liked the quiet of it all, the singular sounds in the room coming from the rustle of their clothes and the spit from L’s mouth, but then L ruined it and said, “Mm, you smell good, Light-kun,” which made that thing inside Light rise up again, the aforementioned monster. “I saw you buy this cologne. Expensive, even for you.”
Light grabbed L by the hair and lifted him up to meet his gaze. L was not afraid of this. He looked delighted. Light was not going to give him the honor of hearing a response; he meanly shoved him back down onto his cock, feeling the spit get everywhere. L moaned quietly, hands pressing harder into Light, looking for support, which he wasn’t going to get. L did not scrabble or beg, really, and instead moved leisurely, peacefully, like he was being dipped into a warm bath or something. Light wanted him to cry and whimper and fall over himself to make him feel good, but was still unsure if he was capable of it. He must be, he thought, watching him drool. Light then remembered that this was his new favorite suit and pushed L away again, L falling back onto the ground, his hair going in all directions because Light had pulled so violently at it.
Light eyed him as he pulled down his zipper. He said nothing. He took himself out and L unabashedly swiped his tongue over his lips. L never hid his desire, not really. He just redirected it towards normal, novel things like Venti-sized coffee drinks and cutely colored exercise balls that he’d forced to be used around the office instead of chairs. It was always the fun, stupidly Silicon Valley type of business decision, emphasized even more when Light showed his distaste for it. Light did not want a standing desk. Light wanted money.
Light palmed himself neutrally. L looked ready to lean in and take it in his mouth, but Light just smiled at him with all the venom he could muster.
L’s eyes darted up and down. “Light-kun’s obsessed with power. It doesn’t look great on him.”
“I think it looks just fine on me,” sneered Light, watching his hands flex on the ground.
L looked minutely surprised at the statement. “Maybe so,” he murmured quietly, watching Light tease himself, watching him press into his slit. Light never teased himself. Light never cared much about foreplay. But right then he could have cum like this, maybe, just forcing L to sit there and watch. Yes, he thought. He could-
L leaned in and kissed his shoe. Light stopped moving his hand and peered at him. “That’s gross,” he said.
“Mm,” affirmed L, but he mouthed at it some more, mostly at the upper side of it, thank god. It’s not like Light was walking much around the city - he had a chauffeur - and it wasn’t like he didn’t keep all his shoes in pristine condition - this pair had cost nearly twenty thousand yen - but, still. Light felt his face heat up. L moaned, and it was not loud, really, but it was dense. Heavy. Light flushed inside of his dress shirt.
L’s gaze skimmed up towards his face, examining him. Light couldn’t look away. Fuck. L’s hands climbed higher up Light’s legs, teasing at his ankle. He pushed his pant leg up a bit and pressed his mouth there. “Light,” he hummed, but his expression was like a dead fish. “Please.”
The monotone of it made Light shudder and nod slightly. L did not show any signs of victory, instead unhurriedly - not meeting Light’s eyes anymore - pushing himself up towards Light’s cock, still bare and twitching. Light might even have been a little wet. L had switched into a perfunctory sort of demeanor, like he could care less. Fuck- Light trembled as L wrapped a hand around him, not rough at all. “Get on with it,” Light said faintly.
L ignored him and trailed some light fingers near his balls. Light looked away mulishly, all heat. “L,” he said.
The corner of L’s mouth twinged up. He leaned in showily, breath fanning over Light. He looked like he was going to do it - Light almost grinned, thinking of fucking his mouth - but then he muttered, “Admit it. You’re the one trying to take down the company.”
Light grabbed L by the neck. “Fuck you,” he said. L spluttered happily. Fuck him. Light remembered the first time they’d met. An interview in a horribly lit room with no windows. L had introduced himself as Ryuzaki, like Light hadn’t known who he was, like Light hadn’t been there for the express purpose of meeting him. He’d been told it would be a group interview, a whole board of professionals, but when he’d sat down there had only been L, crouched in an ugly chair with his hands folded, the light above him flickering like a bad omen. Light should have done something else with his life. He shouldn’t have studied business. He should have asked his father what to do, his mother, his sister, anyone, but instead he’d made it the other way around. Yes, what was Light going to do when he ran out of right things to say? He didn’t know. He had L.
L did not have anyone else, either, he was sure. Light had gone through every single file on L’s computer and then also his phone - which he’d stolen a month into the job, framing it like L had left it on the counter in the bathroom - and had found nothing to expose him with. L was a ghost. L was a monster who had billions of dollars at his disposal. L did not exist outside of Light, because Light made him interesting. Light made him act. After three months of Light’s employment, L had pulled him into his office and said in a strange, hushed whisper, I have to thank you, Light. I was starting to go stir-crazy, standing there alone all the time. Light, genuinely surprised for once, had said, Standing where? L hadn’t explained further. Now Light had his hands wrapped around his throat and could feel it moving, like a rabbit he’d caught in a trap.
L choked, “There- you are-”
Light grasped him harder. The desire inside of him had gotten pumped full of so much adrenaline that it had flatlined into something icy and all-powerful. He considered L with a frown as he struggled to breathe. “I’m going to fuck your mouth,” he said simply. “Okay?”
L’s hands wrapped around Light’s wrist. Lovingly. He managed to nod. Light, satisfied, let go, and L gasped and rubbed his hands at his neck, but it was a slow action, like he was unbelieving. Their eyes met in understanding. Light did not pull down his trousers. L was moving closer but Light interrupted with, “Take off your shirt, first.”
L did so. Light said, charmed, “Your pants, too.”
L did so, again. Light could finally look at L’s bare chest, his legs, the jutting out of his collar bone, the faint traces of his ribcage prodding through his skin. “You can keep your underwear on,” said Light, blasé. L rolled his eyes. Light huffed. “Come here already.”
L neared him and wrapped his mouth around him, finally. He was tight and wet and hot and Light could have cum in his mouth. He wanted to. Badly. He wanted L to choke and stutter and flail and he wanted to hear him gag. Light brought his hand up to grab the back of L’s head. He pushed him deeper. L gagged, but just a little, like it was only for show. Light hummed. “Good job,” he said, voice cruel. He pushed L onto his dick. He used him. He thrust faster. He couldn’t help himself. “Good,” he said again, but it came out more genuine the second time, more adoring. He barely noticed.
L noticed. L gave it all he had. L hummed around him and made those sounds that people made in porn. Light had never experienced a blowjob this good before, and he was overcome by the compulsion to fuck him over the table. He considered this as his body reacted in an exponential way, making him groan and grunt and push L farther, farther. L was endless, forever. Light wanted to fuck him for hours. Light considered the actual sex that he could be having and decided he wanted it more than cumming that very second, which was admittedly a considerable desire.
He pulled L off of him - he was red, all edges, spit slick around his mouth, which was curved up a little, like he was still unfazed - and brought him up to kiss him, despite himself. He just wanted to study the taste of him, a bit more. Nothing serious. He tasted like Red Bull. It was awful. L tried to suck on his teeth and bite down on his lip, the latter of which he managed, drawing blood. L had brought his hands around to grip Light by the back but was digging his nails in deep, like he wanted blood there, too. Light didn’t want that right now. He jostled him away again and laughed shortly. Disbelievingly.
L wiped at his mouth and said, “What now, Light-kun?” He tilted his head to the side. He looked more alive than Light had ever seen him, which was jarring and weird. He still had the purplish pallor that he always did, like he was malnourished. “Want to hurt me some more? Assert some more dominance?”
“Actually, yes,” said Light, raising an eyebrow and grabbing L to thrust him against the table in a backwards position. L let him do it, almost giggling. Light pursed his lips and pushed his cheek against the wood.
L looked up at him, amused. “I thought you weren’t into men, Light.”
“Oh, shut up,” said Light loftily, slotting his dick against L’s ass, rubbing against his simple, white briefs.
“Losing the act, I see,” said L softly, moving against him a little. “I love it when you do that, Light.”
“Do what,” said Light, distracted by the act of pulling his underwear down.
“Show me who you really are.” L’s scapula was clear through his skin. Light imagined breaking every rigid part of him and leaving him in a dark corner of an alleyway. He wouldn’t do that, of course. Light was a criminal, by society’s standards, perhaps, but not a killer.
Light didn’t like that L was looking at him like he was a killer, or that the look was affectionate. Light left him sprawled over the desk, walking around it to open the last drawer on the left. Inside he found a bottle of lube. L watched him do this, enchanted, and said, “Light,” which made Light preen, in spite of himself.
Light fingered L and watched him gasp and writhe, and then he pressed himself inside of him in a swift, sure motion. He had never felt so aroused in his life. He wasn’t sure he’d even ever felt aroused at all, before this. L, again, let him do all the work, which was just fine, because Light was doing this for himself, really, and didn’t care much if L liked it. It was clear that L liked it, though. L was moaning beneath him and leaking onto his desk. Papers were wrinkled around him from all the movement, from all of L’s attempts to grasp at something.
Light leaned further towards him and moved faster. L purred like a cat and shuddered like a dying one. “Give it to me,” he said softly, through the sounds of the desk moving, of Light panting in pleasure. “Come on, Light. You can do better than that.”
Light gritted his teeth. “Fuck off.” He fucked him harder. “You’re depraved.”
“Yes,” sighed L happily.
Light pressed a hand into his shoulders for support, hips moving quicker and quicker. They both groaned together as Light hit somewhere new, somewhere perfect. Light felt a bead of sweat crawl over his neck. He didn’t want to speak. He’d say something embarrassing and L would bring it up at inopportune times. Something embarrassing like I love this or You feel amazing, which were both true but out of character. The thought was far away, though, and Light felt his mind turn hazy. He was going to cum inside of L, he realized. They hadn’t used a condom. Light was usually better than this. Light shouldn’t have-
L’s dull timbre floated up from below. “I want it inside, Light. It’s okay. You can do it.”
Light had probably been saying something out loud. Or maybe L could simply read his mind. Fuck. It was like his brain wasn’t working right. He was terrified, suddenly, at the newness of it. He could only feel the sensations of L beneath him, the heat, the pulsating thing where his heart was supposed to be. He moved to pull out but L wouldn’t let him, eyeing him from the side and moving in time with him. “Come on,” he said, putting on a voice. “It’ll be so good, Light. You can have it. It’s all yours.”
Light felt his eyes go wide, his hips moving without his permission. He stared at L’s back and his hands and his pink cheeks and thought, Mine, mine, mine-
L saw it. L smiled. L let Light shove him so hard onto the desk that it was probably painful and then let him cum inside of him. Light gasped into his hair as L rode him into overstimulation on purpose. Light whined and whimpered and felt some dampness in his eyes. L showed him mercy and pushed him off, pulling him close as he tugged at his own dick, watching him with barely concealed joy, an aloofness to his expression. He bit his lip and pressed his own forehead to Light’s, and Light didn’t even protest, too far gone to be deterred by the closeness of it.
Light couldn’t see the cum dripping out of L’s ass but could imagine it. He couldn’t stop looking at L’s hand, pumping his dick. L rode it out and said, all tender, “There’s a good boy.”
Light hated him.