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Freedom came with less ceremony than Light wanted. In his head were trumpets, golden light spilled over the gloom of the computer room, and L’s miserable face in snot-clogged tears as his precious handcuffs fell, unable to hold his prisoner any longer. Imagination, as always, exceeded reality. The morning after Higuchi was caught, he and L sat alone in the task force workroom: no trumpets or beautiful light, nor misery in L’s expression. All he gained in pomp and circumstance was the flourish of L pulling a key from his pocket.
“Since they’re no longer necessary,” L waved the key in his pinched fingers, “the handcuffs can come off.”
The key was a small, simple device and ended in a USB-type insert rather than teeth. Without setting his coffee down, Light offered his wrist to L, who took it into a gentle grasp. He pulled Light a hair closer, no strength needed as their chairs rolled together.
“You’ll be able to leave the building with your father’s supervision,” L raised his eyes from where the key popped into the handcuff lock. “Though I doubt he’ll see a need to watch you closely.”
With a melodic trill, all the gears within the cuff slid out of each other’s embrace. Light shook his clean wrist, eyes darting between bare skin and L, who unlocked his own cuff with even less fanfare.
“I’d like to stay.” Light rolled his words together as a bouquet, fresh and fragranced to cover the thorns underneath. “At least, until the case is fully resolved.”
“Tell Watari which room you’d like to occupy.” Around and around, L wrapped the silver chain around his four left fingers. In his head Light absorbed its spiral, hypnotized by his previous bondage turned into a limp, mundane artifact. And yet – and yet, and yet: In L’s hands still rested all that metallic power.
Between his legs pulsed a single stroke of arousal. Light swiped his pink triangle tongue across his lips, and crossed his legs. He pinched his coffee up to sip with both hands. Sharp bitter tastes washed nothing of his lurid thoughts away, caught in the shining chain links like struggling sea life left for dead in a fisherman’s net.
On the other end of the net, L spared a glance Light’s way. His dark eyes were deep, cool trenches that dropped to catch Light’s tongue tucked into a lip corner. Light stayed the muscle there a half-second longer before slipping his tongue back inside, escaping those eyes and their depths.
Their workday passed with both tension and progress. Between L and Light rested the discarded handcuff chain, until lunch when L disappeared with it. He meant to follow after, but Light fell into his father’s gravitational pull of desperate paternity. Then was as good a time as any to inform Soichiro of Light’s continued stay on the premises, as well as flag down Watari to request the room nearest to L’s. Sour blue eyes, near buried underneath solid white brows and soggy wrinkles, gave Light a placid acknowledgement: the room would be ready by that evening with Light’s belongings transferred over.
Light bounced the same tart displeasure back to the old man in his smile. You’ve aged like milk, he thought. You and L will age the same way, soon, right into the grave. He rolled back to conversation with his father, whose years graced the gray at his temples in a stately, conservative fashion. Nothing so slovenly as the way folds begged to fall across Watari’s skin, Light thought, or how L’s face portended loose, sagged flesh. Yet, concern marred Sochiro’s features and Light sought to ease such worries.
“But your mother,” Soichiro said, “she wants to make a big dinner, for when you and Misa come back. I mean, she’s barely met your girlfriend.”
“She will have plenty of time to make a big dinner once the case is over.” As Light spoke, L came through the elevator doors. His gaze never wavered toward either Yagami man, instead navigating straight ahead to his computer. Tight pain pinned itself between Light’s eyebrows. His wrist twitched, moving to pull the chain for L’s attention until he recognized the phantom limb reaction.
“Anyway, I want to come back home on happy terms,” Light brushed past his frustration. “Right now, too much remains uncertain.”
“Staying here,” Soichiro edged toward his point in a nervous, hushed tone, “seems uncertain as well. How much do you trust the innocence you’ve just barely gained from Ryuzaki?”
“I don’t trust it.” Light shut his eyes and raised his voice a hair above his father’s volume. Listen to me, he thought, if you won’t look at me. “I haven’t gained any innocence from Ryuzaki. I wasn’t Kira when I was put in handcuffs, and I’m still not him.”
“Light,” piped up the detective, a finger coaxing him from his father in L’s voice. “Come over here. I’d like your opinion on something.”
With an apologetic glance to Soichiro, Light stood from the sofa – not noticing, at first, how his arm lifted before any other limb. No chain; no handcuff; and yet L pulled him in.
Night fell, flushing out the other task force members except for Light and L. Their former arrangements dropped their limbs into muscle memory: Light standing once L shut his laptop; L pressing their personal floor number into the elevator as they rode together; and dinner, six feet apart. After coffee and, for L, dessert, the world slanted toward its new reality.
“Have a good rest, Light.”
“You as well, Ryuzaki.”
Starring over the hallway, Light blinked twice as L disappeared into his room – their old shared room. He allowed himself to smirk. Only a few more days and the absence would be final. Such delightful thoughts of death warmed him as Light changed into bed clothes, slipped beneath the cool, untouched sheets, and let his own even breathing lull him to sleep.
The chain around his neck, wrapping and wrapping, until it burned his chin. Light choked, grasped at the links, and tears oozed from his eyes. Above him – the smell of sweet minted breath let out in bursts. Through his watered vision Light gazed into L’s face and marveled at how cruel it was. Two hands clutched the two handcuff ends and L held them apart in a long wingspan.
“As long as you’re on the other end of my chain,” L bent until his lips brushed the shell of Light’s ear, “we’ll share the same fate.”
Light awoke, gasped and swallowed gobs of air. Heart pounding in his chest, he trembled from his dream – arms, legs, and pulsing cunt. Sheets stuck to the sweat on his skin, and Light rolled over to bury his head in the pillow. Long slow breaths steadied his body. Between his thighs remained molten. His dream rose through his mind in pieces until a massive continent in the shape of L’s face formed.
Fuck. There were four doors between him and the man in his dreams. Light threw off the covers and stumbled into the hall. With a precision borne of countless sleep-deprived nights coming back from late work, he pressed his palm to the door knob and turned. No need to double check; it used to be his room, too. The door swung open without much effort and presented to Light a near replica of the room he slept in one night previous. All that was missing was himself.
“Hello, Light.” L sat in the middle of their bed with a laptop balanced on his knees. Around him were two speakers, and a plate of thin fruit-studded crackers. “Are you looking for the bathroom?”
“No,” Light shut the door behind him. “I was thinking of you.”
“How lucky for me.” Slate gray eyes highlighted in pale blue didn’t rise from the laptop screen. “Go back to bed. I don’t have time to babysit.”
Rather than obey, Light flopped onto the bed in front of L. He stretched horizontal and snatched a cracker, careful to bite without crumbs. Over the laptop L peered down with annoyance. With his left foot, he kicked Light on the hip. Another fast pulse stuck Light between his legs. Look at me, look at me while you still can.
“Babysit?” With one eyebrow raised, Light gnawed on a dried apricot piece. Politeness was a low priority in front of L, who rested his foot a thimble-length from Light – ready to kick again, surely. “Was that how you saw chaining me to yourself for all hours of the day? Detectives as successful as you must have less perverse methods of observation.”
“As I pointed out to Amane,” L said, “I am not a pervert, nor were the handcuffs meant as tools of perversion. And you’re wrong.” He shut his laptop with a definitive snap. “There are no other detectives as successful as me. My methods always work, even when unconventional.”
Light snorted. He licked stray cracker dust from his thumb and let his eyes off the leash to wander around the room. Where, oh where, did L hide away those handcuffs? His eyes slid over to L.
“Whatever you want everyone else to think, go ahead and put those excuses on their plates.” Light fought to hit the surface, regain his bearings rather than drown in L’s gaze. “But don’t feed me the same lies. You liked keeping me locked in, bound to you.”
“A bold assumption.”
“Ha. Not so bold, really. I bet you’ve got a real predilection for tied-up boys like me. Tied-up anybody, I’m sure.”
“You’ve got an imagination to match your dirty magazines.” L took up a cracker and broke it down the middle. He held out the smaller half to Light. “But not one that leaves those pages, hm?”
“My dad made me throw all those away, after he saw me read them on your cameras.” Light lifted himself by his elbows and bit into the offered cracker. His lips brushed the tips of L’s fingers before he released the treat entirely. “Such an unwholesome hobby for a former daughter to have, much less a new son. Not that he put up a big fight about you dragging me into your bondage kink.”
“I never dragged you into any kink of mine.” With a shrug, L ate his cracker in two bites. “You, on the other hand, have talked of little else besides bondage tonight. Care to share your own predilections?”
Air rushed out Light’s nose. His mind raced through cue cards, different ways to respond. A good boy’s answer of no, thank you; a mischievous but noncommittal I don’t kiss and tell; and a door-slam of shut up! Yet his tongue clicked past each response toward the most dangerous of all: the truth.
“I dreamed about you,” he said, “and you wrapped me in your chains until I couldn’t breathe. And you know what?”
Light lowered his hand into his briefs, and his finger brushed his cock – the first touch it had since he woke up. A moan struck open his mouth; his body roiled from one caress.
“I woke up soaking wet, Ryuzaki. All because I dreamed about you tying me up.”
Silence passed between them before L leaned forward, pushing his laptop and speakers off the bed in his path to kiss Light. Their mouths mashed against each other – a violence of thin lips and hard teeth – before L tugged Light’s lower lip. He sucked on it, the wet harsh noise and warm invasion of his tongue once Light opened for him causing a car crash throughout Light’s body. His hands crawled up L’s shirt, gripping and yanking, asking permission to be as needy as he felt. L drew an arm around Light’s waist and hauled him into his lap: permission granted.
Tilting his face for a deeper kiss, Light yipped as hands delved beneath his shirt and fingers rubbed his sticky skin. Fingers teased over his stomach, dancing upward until L pinched his hardened nipples. Light keened as warm palms spread over his chest, fondling his small tits with greed and care mixed in their groping. He dropped his own hands over L’s front, fingers skidding over a pair of soft buds. They came to attention under Light’s caresses – not skin-to-skin but with how much L wore his white shirts, fabric might as have been flesh. In return, L rolled his thumbs across sensitive areola, letting Light’s nipples grow fat and aching for his touch.
“Find something you like?” Light murmured into L’s mouth, who sucked his tongue in response. Moans dripped together with drool and Light tasted spit and apricot in equal measure.
“No.” L stamped the word into the corner of Light’s mouth. “Just you.”
Passionate though methodical, they divested each other of their clothes until Light’s wet cunt ground bare on L’s thigh. His muscles were cords, hard and rangy, perfect to rotate an aching t-cock against. A blush filtered over Light as he bucked against L, who stared at him with hungry focus. It’d been weeks since pleasure of this magnitude – pure and hot and burning his skin – hit Light. Propriety, his dignity, who he was, who L was: in the rising waves of bliss, Light lost sight of those ships. L rolled his knuckles down Light’s back, dragging their blunted points into giving skin. Once he reached his hips, L turned his palms against the flesh there and gripped Light, bouncing his leg against the grind of Light’s cunt.
“Admit it,” Light released in a short burst. “You want me. You’ve always wanted me, naked and in your control. No more reasons to lie about it. No more reasons to worry I’m bad news.”
Gently – tender, easy, hot - L wrapped his hand over the back of Light’s neck, rolling his thumb at the base of his skull. Eyes fluttering, Light dropped his head to a bony shoulder with a purr.
“Go to the dresser,” L whispered into Light’s ear. “Top drawer. Get the black leather cuffs and bring them here. Nothing else.”
Cotton candy spun into a haze around Light’s thoughts. Nodding, he slipped off L’s lap and floated to the dresser. Skimming through the top drawer, the black cuffs rested in an easy-to-spot clear box. Light put his hand over top, thumb poised to open the clasp, when silver glimmered in the corner of his vision. Settled in a coil were the defanged snake of their handcuffs. A smirk cut over Light’s lips and from it spilled his candied pleasure fog. Without a second thought he snatched them, too.
Climbing into bed, he dropped the leather cuffs into L’s open palm and kept the silver handcuffs bunched behind his back. L put the leather cuffs aside and frowned.
“What secret are you keeping now?” Cupping his hand to Light’s cheek, L ran a thumb over the lower ridge of his eye socket. “Not a stitch on your body and you still put something up your sleeve to hide it from me. Don’t you know what I see?”
“What do you see?” Light smiled with cruel teeth, which sunk into his lip as L jerked him forward, toppling him across his lap.
“Everything.” L pulled the handcuff chain from Light’s hands. “And after I told you to take nothing else. What a naughty boy.”
“Don’t pretend you’re not excited by them.” Twisting in L’s tight grip, Light looked over his shoulder with exertion pink in his cheeks. “There’s nothing you want more than to see me wrapped in chains, isn’t that right? To make all your accusations real, and heavy enough to drown me.”
“Only the truth makes the chain heavy.” L switched the silver handcuffs for the leather ones in his free hand, and manhandled Light’s wrists into them. Despite himself, Light sighed as the cuffs locked. Leather was easy and tight, a hold he struggled against in relative comfort. With a soft shove, L tipped him off his lap. Light squirmed on his stomach, sensuality infused in his helplessness. Hold me, hold me and touch me because I can’t give that to myself. Two hands slid under his armpits, and L lifted Light to his knees.
Between them lay the chain – a boundary between waring nations. Light gazed at L with dewy brown eyes. His thighs shone in agreement, wet and ready.
“I was your favorite, wasn’t I?” Light breathed. “Always your favorite guess, the only one you really cared about. What’ll you do to your favorite Kira?”
L drew the chain between Light’s split thighs. His chest pressed to Light’s shoulder with his arms spread on either side – a full wingspan. The chain hovered just above the heat of Light’s cunt, any heaved breath causing his cock’s tip to kiss cool metal. Gasping, Light rolled his head back and caught his front teeth on L’s pointed chin.
“Ouch.” The hiss pulled through L’s teeth as he bit his lip, shaking his head with a suppressed laugh. “I know exactly what to do to you.”
He kissed Light’s forehead and pulled up, splitting slick lips to grind the silver chain against Light’s engorged cock. Friction built as L tugged it back-and-forth – ripening the sensation into violent bliss. Light flexed his hips, overwhelmed by the brutal sensation. Cries heaved from his chest as Light rode the chain’s merciless thrusts.
“Look at how you react,” L bit into Light’s ear. “Am I the pervert who desires you to be locked up? I don’t think so. I believe you crave your own bondage, don’t you?”
Flexing his wrists, L twisted the chain and drove it further against Light’s aching t-cock. Sensitive and writhing, Light nodded in complete acceptance of whatever L said. Yes, yes, he wanted the bondage – if only to have L pull him closer, fuck him right between his trembling legs.
“You’ve always been my favorite.” L wrapped velvet around his admission. “My favorite Kira, obsessed with your self-made bindings. Kira is the chain you’ve bound yourself in, the chain you can rub your little cock against and spill masturbatory justice over.”
He yanked the front half of the chain up, drawing Light forward as he chased the fever it stoked. With a kiss on Light’s cheek, L slowed his hands to a standstill.
“I admit, too,” he whispered into the soft cheek, “that you look better in my restraints than in your own.”
“More,” Light begged. “More please, fuck. I want more.”
“You’re close, aren’t you?”
Light whined, dropping his head to the alcove between L’s jaw and collarbone.
“Just a little more. A little more, please, please. Let me ride the chain harder until I come.”
“Shh.” L let the chain go slack and Light wailed, thrashing against his hollow chest. A hand smoothed through Light’s hair, and he glanced into L’s eyes – deep, fathoms deep. All the air in Light’s lungs pressed out and he lost his grasp. He slipped under the water.
“Fuck me, please,” Light sobbed. “Please, Daddy. Please.”
To his credit, hesitation didn’t cross L’s features. Both of his hands tangled in Light’s hair and brought him into a furious kiss. Light closed his eyes, drowning in the radiant, numb heat of his cunt and the passionate fight in his mouth. He was in hands he couldn’t trust anywhere, in any situation, except for the exact place he existed in now – and right then, as L held his body in sustained excitement, Light trusted him more than he’d ever trusted a single soul. L separated from him, a thread of spit between their bottom lips stretching only to break with an abrupt pop. It hung off Light’s chin until L swiped his thumb over the glistening surface.
“Let me get my strap.”
With patience unto sainthood, Light waited in bed as L hooked his harness over his hips. The black straps were a stark contrast over the pale bone and flesh. Cut out in a rigid curve was L’s silicone cock – big, blue, and thick enough to stoke a massive appetite in Light. His open mouth echoed with cavernous hunger, same as his gushing cunt all aching and needy. L pulled lubricant over his cock before climbing on top of Light. He hung over with dark curls as delicate as bat’s wings curtaining off their surroundings. Slick fingers grazed the opening Light bucked up to meet them. As he stretched Light on clever fingers, L licked the entire circumference of his throat.
“Such a tight pussy you’ve got,” L buried the compliment between kissing and sucking at Light’s shoulder. “Such a good boy. Even looking at those dirty magazines, you never touched yourself on camera. Were you waiting for someone to do it for you? Make your hot little hole purr?”
“Fuck, yeah, yeah,” Light shut his eyes and dipped his head back, hips bent up to the fingers curled inside him. His throat displayed to L was more than submission – it was an invitation. Pull me; touch me; have me. “I didn’t, oh fuck, yeah. I didn’t want anyone to feel inside me. How do I feel, Daddy? Feel good? Feel wet? Feel like you dreamed I would?”
“You feel,” L drove his fingers hard against the soft sponge of Light’s g-spot, “like you’ve wanted to fit around me since we first met.”
“Got it,” Light gasped.
The onslaught of L’s cock plunged inside him blew stars through Light. He mewled, legs wrenched apart and bouncing with every thrust. Soreness from the chain against his privates alchemized into an inflamed pleasure – heat and bliss generated from the pain. L fucked at deliberate pace, with one hand braced beneath Light’s knee to hold him open, and the other hand stroking his t-cock. Sweat beaded across his gaunt face in a jeweled mask of depravity, and he bent them both in half to kiss Light again. This kiss was soft, slow, and human. For this kiss, Light would follow L to the bottom of the ocean.
“Fuck, fuck,” L murmured as his rhythm stumbled into jack rabbit jolts.
“I want it.” Dotting kisses where he could reach, Light hiccupped his desire. “I want to come, please, I’m so close. I’m so close to coming on your cock.”
Heaving a sigh, L slowed his thrusts in order to duck low. He hefted both of Light’s knees over his shoulders and lifted – a show of robust strength stealing the last reserve of restraint in Light. A shudder ran through him.
“Come for Daddy, then.”
From the higher angle, L plundered Light’s hole. The fevered plunge, the focus, the attention, all of L narrowed to only Light – his orgasm burst into a supernova. Sobbing, Light rolled through his pleasure, fucked through the shockwaves as L groaned out his own bliss.
“So good,” Light babbled, words and sensations melding without skill. “So good. So good, Daddy.”
“Yeah,” L nodded, filled with the same eloquence. “Yeah, very good.”
After a few moments to catch their breath, L slid out of Light and turned him over. His hands were easy, making sure not to crack Light’s fragile shell. The leather cuffs slid off with less noise than the metal handcuffs had. Those lay in a heap near Light’s shoulder. He tilted his head onto L’s pillow and stared away from them, rolling his wrists to get blood flow back. For a show, he watched L wriggle out of his harness. Underneath was a wetness not unlike the kind painted over Light’s thighs. Pride trilled in his chest: he made L come.
“You’re hot,” Light said and clicked his tongue when L shook his head. “You really are.”
“I know I am,” L laughed and set the blue dildo on top of the dresser. “But I don’t trust you when you compliment me. Don’t you feel the same way about me?”
“Yes. But I trusted you in bed.”
“You trusted who you wanted me to be.” Solemn discomfort shadowed L’s features for a moment. “Are you sleeping here?”
“If you can spare the room.”
“Yes. Of course.” L walked naked across the room and picked up their discarded clothes. He tossed Light his pajamas. “Put these on, at least for a few minutes. I’m calling Watari for some food and water.”
Light dressed while L spoke in hushed English on his flip phone. After his last pajama button was done, Light curled into a ball on the bed where the least amount of cum soaked through. L snapped his phone shut and looked over his shoulder.
“Scoot over.” He flapped his hands at Light until enough room was made for L to sit. They bent into two familiar shapes, taking up the same spaces as before the helicopter, before Higuchi, before Light remembered his real name. L picked at a loose comforter thread, red splotches decorating his chest as he sat shirtless. A moment of quiet passed and he slid down onto his back, stretching an arm around Light’s shoulders. Pulled closer, Light heard beneath the slight cushion of L’s tits a hard and thumping heartbeat.
“Will you miss me?” Light ran a finger through L’s chest hair. “I bet you’ll miss your favorite maybe-Kira.”
“I have a feeling you won’t give me any time to miss you,” L said. “You’ll be chasing after me soon, no matter where I go.”
His lips buried a kiss on the crown of Light’s head. Light shut his eyes and slid his arms around swelling ribs, chaining his limbs around L. He imagined L an anchor, and himself the iron links around that sinking body. Down into the depths they both flew, water pressure and frigid temperature driving them closer together.
“I’ll miss you,” Light said and he knew his words were the truth from the heavy weight they left on his tongue.