kinkfest | Fic: Quick Death (L/Light) NC-17

Title: Quick Death
Author/Artist:

brushfiretiger
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: light bondage, sex, language
Word count: 1759
Prompt: Death Note, L/Light: Bondage - Creative use of those handcuffs.

"I'm really glad that you agreed to play tennis with me, L. I know I'm under suspicion and your 24-hour supervision, and getting out here to work out some tension was really great," confided Light, as they stepped off the tennis court to grab a towel and some water. They'd been going at it for almost an hour now, barely a point made between them and Light was wearing down. He glanced toward L, who seemed not to have even broken a sweat.

"Yes, well…I have to tell you again, Light Yagami. Whether you are Kira or not, I have come to respect you and consider you a friend. There are times I wish we would find Kira, just so I could stop thinking you are him." L sipped at his water while digging around in his pant pocket for the bag of candy coated chocolate he knew he had there.

"I suppose it would put a damper on things, if I did turn out to be the real Kira," Light stalled, leaning back against the chain link fence. The handcuffs that he'd been forced to wear for the last two days rattled from the place where they hung on the fence. Light had convinced the detective to release him for the game after taking a swing with the racket, and having them smack his cheek hard enough to leave a welt by his eye.

L finished the bag of M&Ms, crumpled the wrapper and approached Light. "Need to get you back into those handcuffs now. It's getting dark, and I really don't fully trust you, even if I do like you," he said, reaching for the shackles.

"I like you too, L." He watched his dark-haired captor as one side of the cuffs were fastened to Light's wrist. L seemed to hesitate a moment, the open end of the handcuffs dangling loose from his hand. Eyes wide with a sugar high, the detective examined Light's face. "What is it?" asked the blond.

"I just realized something. I think I have let you get too close," L confessed, his eyes downcast making it impossible to know if he was truly feeling remorse. "If you are Kira, I'll have no choice but to condemn you to death. The first person I've ever considered a friend." Running fingers through his unkempt hair, L took a step closer to the blond, pressing the other boy against the metal fence. The detective's breathing seemed to change, quicken, and before Light knew what was happening he was spun around, the free cuff fastened to the links. L ground his slender body against Light with more force than he seemed capable of, trapping him.

"L! What on earth are you doing?" Light yelped, blond hair falling over his eyes, metal links bruising his face. Somewhere to his left, the teenager heard Ryuk, his shinigami, laughing. Son of a bitch, thought Light, Did I do something, or say something to trigger this?

"All of the games, all of our questioning, all of our keeping you in solitude, has done nothing." L's voice was deeper, darker than usual. "I need to know, Light. I need you to tell me, out here, away from your father and the rest of the police force."

"You're insane!"

"Am I?" L whispered, hot against Light's ear just before teeth raked it and a slender hand slipped under the loose shirt and ran up over the blond's chest. "Tell me. Just me. If you confess out here, I will consider it evidence that cannot be used against you. No one else will ever know it, but me."

Light tensed as the fingers traveled over his sweat soaked skin, eventually coming in contact with his left nipple. It was pinched and Light jumped, eyes wide. For all of his planning, L had once again managed to surprise him. "L, I don’t understand. I'm not Kira!"

"Oh, I think you are," came the soft reply. L's fingers continued their exploration while his other hand tightened around metal link and Light's wrist. Confident that he had the seventeen year old shocked enough that he could contain him, L dropped his hand directly into Light's sweatpants.

Again the blond jerked, this time fighting hard enough to break his wrist away from L. He was still bound to the fence, but spun around, fear written across his face. L chuckled, pressing against him again, mouth closing over his captive's lips. Light became completely stiff. He could feel the cross-hatch of the fence against his back, pressing into his ass as L forced his tongue past his teeth.

Blue eyes fluttered, telling L that his plaything was starting to submit. Taking full advantage, he deepened the kiss and was pleasantly surprised as Light, began kissing back. A moment later, the police chief's son was moaning into his attacker's mouth, tongue dancing against L's, his entire body trembling.

Ryuk watched with great interest and when it seemed as if Light had given in, the shinigami floated closer. "Looks like he got you this time, Light," Ryuk teased, fish eyes following L's hand as it once more strayed down passed the waistband of Light's gym pants. "Misa will be jealous. You never got hard for her like that."

Light shot the death god a fierce look, but cried out, forgetting him again as L closed fingers around his erection and began pulling on it. "Fuck! L, you have to stop! I like girls!"

"Yes, I know. The reports state that you have several girlfriends, all at the same time." L commented, the pad of his thumb rubbing over the slick head of Light's cock. "Almost as if…you're not happy with them. Is that what it is, Light? You need so many because you can't seem to find what you need? Turn around."

"No! I just…"

"Turn around."

Light felt his blood racing through his heart, but being chained by his left wrist, he had no choice and turned. The shock of cold touched his dick as L reached around and fed it through one of the links in the fence. Light blushed at the obscene image of his own cock jutting out through the other side of the boundry, and wished he could sign his own name in the Deathnote when Ryuk floated before him and made it quite clear he was going to watch all of this, very closely. At least L would never know they had an audience.

With Light's back to him, the dark-haired detective tugged down his own gym pants and came up close, parting the teen's ass as he pressed forward. Light had grabbed the fence with his free hand on his own accord, making the detective wonder just how against this act Yagami was. He smiled, crowding the head of his cock against the tight heat while his lips grazed along the blond's neck. "You can just tell me, you know. I'll stop," he said.

"I'm not going to confess something that isn't true, L." Worry plagued the sound of Light's voice.

"Okay." That was apparently enough talk, because the dark-haired detective thrust forward, forcing his way into Light.

The blond screamed.

Ryuk giggled.

L moaned. He didn’t wait, but started moving as much as he could in the tight dryness of Light's untried hole. Light's head dropped down, his breath rattling hard, and L kissed the back of his sweaty neck. "Just… confess."

"No!" Light snapped, eyes bright as he looked over his shoulder, immediately sorry as L snapped his hips and went even deeper. "Fuck! Fuck you, L!"

"Um. No, I think I'm fucking you. Try again though." The thrusting came easier, slick and body fluids making Light smoother to travel into.

"Please...Please stop."

"Wrong again."

Light closed his eyes, seeking some sort of control over the situation. It was jerked away from him yet again when L shifted his angle, hitting the blond dead on his sweet spot. "Aaauugh! Fuck! Yes!

L stopped. "Yes, what?" he asked, leaning forward, his hips slapping in once, hard. Dead on. Light mewed out another cry, and L kept himself there, rolling his hips. "Say it, Light. Say, am Kira'."

"Fuck you! I … Oh god," Light felt his legs go weak and he tightened his hold on the fence.

"I can keep you like this for hours, Light. No one is going to come out this way, at this hour." L informed him, stopping all motion, but keeping contact with that center point. "You want to come, don't you?"

Light swallowed hard. Ryuk's face was close to his own, the death god getting off on how tortured his young master was. "Yes, please… Don't do this. L… please."

"Confess," came the deadpan reply. "No one else will find out. But I'll have the satisfaction of knowing, even if I still need to prove it." He rolled his hips, fingers making soft circles along Light's own bony ones. He could see Light's pulse jumping along his throat. The boy was close to breaking. L picked up the pace again, smacking the teen's prostate hard. "Light, are you Kira?", the detective purred.

"Yes! Fuck. Yes! I am Kira!" Light cried, bodying taut as a violin string. Giddy, L gave him what he needed, swinging his hips hard into each thrust. The fence cut Light's face as he was beat into it, the blond arching wildly as he hit orgasm and his cock shot a stream of white into the grass several feet away. A moment later, he slumped down, the handcuffs all that remained to keep him upright.

The sound of keys unlocking the bindings roused Light, and he struggled to stand and pull up his pants. He didn’t fight when L latched the cuffs back onto his own wrist, locking them together once more. The detective seemed completely unfazed by what had just taken place. "Were you telling the truth? That you wouldn’t use this against me?"

L gathered his things and tugged Light along. "I don’t break promises, Kira. But I think you'll be a bit more cooperative with me now, won't you? No more killings, and I'll conveniently keep distracted enough not to pursue you."

Light considered his options. He still didn’t know L's real name, but he'd continue to hunt for that answer. "Alright, no more killings," he lied, showing just enough of a pout to make it convincible.

"Good. I'd hate to lose your friendship now." L chuckled, because of all things sweet, the taste of victory was best.