Another Night: Part One
Title: Another Night (Part One)
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Light/L/Mello+Near
Rating: Adult
Warnings/Spoilers: None specifically.
Disclaimer: Do not own Death Note. Do not make money.
Summary: It's just another night for Light and his little harem of genuises. If only Near would play too...
Another Night
Part One
L absently rubbed the rug's synthetic fibers between his toes as he stared intently at the laptop sitting on the floor in front of him. Light wondered if the genius detective had ever lost his precarious balance and toppled into his computer before. He thought of the image it would make, thought of giving him a gentle push that would make it happen, thought about the look that would be on L's face as he lay sprawled and helpless on the floor, and tried to turn his thoughts in another direction.
He looked at Mello, caught his eye. He was lounging in a lazy manner turned provocative by the way he suckled a bar of chocolate and toyed with his exposed golden belly ring. Periodically, he'd shift his eyes from L and Light to watch Near reconstruct the dice fortress which he had scattered all around the room just last night when Near wouldn't play with him. All in all, it was a quiet picture of domesticity, or as close to domesticity as Light's little harem of geniuses ever got.
Naturally, it was Mello who broke the peace. He stretched himself out, tightening his abs and rolling his hips, and, like a snapped band, sprung into movement and onto L. The sudden weight toppled L over, as if Mello had read Light's mind. He pressed the entirety of his slim figure to L's sprawled body, carelessly sweeping the man's laptop out of the way as he did. Even better, thought Light, all the pleasure without any of the property damage. Mello was learning. Assuming a flawed look of innocence, he asked his once-superior, "Can I suck your cock?" Or, maybe he wasn't.
Cautiously, L patted the boy's blond head with a heavy hand as if his outburst was a condition in need of soothing, or, at least, what L imagined to be soothing. Then again, he might have just been surreptitiously checking for cranial damage. When Mello's suggestive squirming failed to resolve itself back into his respective L's personal bubble, L looked to Light for assistance as he did in all situations out of his comfort zone, or, all situations involving Mello. His doll eyes had a gleam which somewhat suggested helplessness.
"Light-kun, there is a 60% chance that Mello-kun is experiencing a manic episode."
Light just smiled down on him, clearly amused by his continued inability to comprehend sexual advances on his person. Preferring to take an active role in the unfolding events, however, Light relinquished his piles of official documents and moved to join two of his geniuses on the floor.
Kneeling elegantly behind L, Light sorted out the uncomfortable man's sprawled limbs so that he could gather him into his lap, nestling his unruly black hair against his chest. Mello crawled after, parting L's legs to he could move in between and smile seductively from L's thigh.
"I think, perhaps, you should reduce your statistics. Despite his somewhat extraordinary behavior," here Mello looked pleased with himself, "it is quite clear that he has a motivation which does not stem from mental instability."
Light took L's hand in his own and guided it down Mello's body until he found the boy's erection. With some manipulative pressure, Light contrived to have L grope Mello so as to emphasize his point and make Mello moan prettily.
Assuming an even more wonton look, Mello began nuzzling L's stomach and gently skimming his thigh with the tips of his fingers, even then attempting to maintain an innocent facade. Light wasn't sure if he was still looking for permission to wrap his mouth around L's cock or trying to encourage him to continue with his groping. Either way, he decided the boy deserved a reward for his actions, despite his lack of tact, and, brushing aside a piece of L's hair, he whispered, "Let him taste you," in his ear, close enough for his voice to act like a physical force, tickling all of L's insides. He again reached down L's torso, slowly so as to make L's mind race through the many possible outcomes of his actions and analyze the probability of each. He slid his fingers over worn cotton, then between the thin denim that lay over L's leg and the supple leather that clung to Mello's chest. He urged Mello upward, but, of course, the boy only raised himself the minimally necessary amount so that he could enjoy the feel of Light's knuckles across his sternum. When he finally brushed a combination of material and metal he twisted his fingers cleverly to pop the button on L's jeans and then slowly unzipped them, leaving L defenseless against Mello's advance.
As expected, the blond wasted no time, and, with a delighted grin, he slid low enough down L's body so that his lips were parallel with the newly exposed flesh. With eager hands, he pulled L's jeans further down his hips, fully exposing his hardening cock and smoothly shaved testes. After unwrapping his treat, he immediately began tasting it. First, with long overeager full length licks that had L flushing across his pale cheeks but staring at Light as if waiting for him to fulfill some obvious obligation to correct the behavior. The penetrating look was both familiar and gratifying, but, with a guiding hand, Light set Mello on a more pleasurable course. It wasn't the same level of skill L possessed after several years of expertly wrapping his tongue around various sweets, but Mello was nonetheless quite able to flick and twirl his tongue in impressive ways when encouraged.
L moaned, half-startled, and still as if sexual gratification was an unexplored area of human behavior which required serious study. Still, so like the first time when Light had to guide him gently from his sensible fact-based understanding of sex into the revelation that it was a territory which often defied logical comprehension. His eyes retained a gleam which Light knew meant he was probably still trying to disassemble the pleasure into its logical parts--make a measurement of his chemical reactions in relation to the amount of time Mello had his tongue over various sensitive areas of his cock and compare it to the amount of pressure applied divided by his desire to moan.
Calculating looked good on L, but Light much preferred his lovers to wear Lost in Bliss when he was touching them. He pulled one hand out of Mello’s tousled hair and prodded the corner of the boy’s mouth until he sucked in two fingers next to L’s cock. As Mello worked over them, Light couldn’t resist adding a bit of friction by rubbing around Mello’s tongue and L’s cock as much as Mello’s mouth would allow. He squeezed a finger on either side of L’s hard flesh to give the detective a surprise sensation and earn himself a stifled moan.
With one last affectionate rub of Mello’s lower lip, Light pulled out his fingers and adjusted L in his lap, trusting that Mello would compensate for the change with grace. He spread L’s legs farther apart and encouraged him to bend them at the knee, verging dangerously on the angle which L consistently claimed would increase his mental capacities. Light slid his hand around L’s aide so that he could reach the little hole that would eventually reduce L’s processing to approximately nothing.
He gently traced the tight ring, sporadically penetrating it only as far as his first knuckle. The tease of stimulation and uncertainty made L twitch and whimper like an antsy child, but Light could still read the analysis in his eyes. Light could practically see the numbers and hypotheses running through his mind. He could tell that the tightness in his muscles was not a reaction to pleasure but an attempt to read L’s moves. He was still playing chess with Light, and the once-killer was going to make him sweep the pieces off the board.
“Nate,” Light called over his shoulder, glancing at where the pale boy continued to build up his toy defenses, “bring the bottle to me.”
~~~~~
I have the other parts written but haven’t found the energy to retype them post-computer crash. There is a direct correlation between reviews and motivation!
EDIT: Link to Part 2
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Light/L/Mello+Near
Rating: Adult
Warnings/Spoilers: None specifically.
Disclaimer: Do not own Death Note. Do not make money.
Summary: It's just another night for Light and his little harem of genuises. If only Near would play too...
Another Night
Part One
L absently rubbed the rug's synthetic fibers between his toes as he stared intently at the laptop sitting on the floor in front of him. Light wondered if the genius detective had ever lost his precarious balance and toppled into his computer before. He thought of the image it would make, thought of giving him a gentle push that would make it happen, thought about the look that would be on L's face as he lay sprawled and helpless on the floor, and tried to turn his thoughts in another direction.
He looked at Mello, caught his eye. He was lounging in a lazy manner turned provocative by the way he suckled a bar of chocolate and toyed with his exposed golden belly ring. Periodically, he'd shift his eyes from L and Light to watch Near reconstruct the dice fortress which he had scattered all around the room just last night when Near wouldn't play with him. All in all, it was a quiet picture of domesticity, or as close to domesticity as Light's little harem of geniuses ever got.
Naturally, it was Mello who broke the peace. He stretched himself out, tightening his abs and rolling his hips, and, like a snapped band, sprung into movement and onto L. The sudden weight toppled L over, as if Mello had read Light's mind. He pressed the entirety of his slim figure to L's sprawled body, carelessly sweeping the man's laptop out of the way as he did. Even better, thought Light, all the pleasure without any of the property damage. Mello was learning. Assuming a flawed look of innocence, he asked his once-superior, "Can I suck your cock?" Or, maybe he wasn't.
Cautiously, L patted the boy's blond head with a heavy hand as if his outburst was a condition in need of soothing, or, at least, what L imagined to be soothing. Then again, he might have just been surreptitiously checking for cranial damage. When Mello's suggestive squirming failed to resolve itself back into his respective L's personal bubble, L looked to Light for assistance as he did in all situations out of his comfort zone, or, all situations involving Mello. His doll eyes had a gleam which somewhat suggested helplessness.
"Light-kun, there is a 60% chance that Mello-kun is experiencing a manic episode."
Light just smiled down on him, clearly amused by his continued inability to comprehend sexual advances on his person. Preferring to take an active role in the unfolding events, however, Light relinquished his piles of official documents and moved to join two of his geniuses on the floor.
Kneeling elegantly behind L, Light sorted out the uncomfortable man's sprawled limbs so that he could gather him into his lap, nestling his unruly black hair against his chest. Mello crawled after, parting L's legs to he could move in between and smile seductively from L's thigh.
"I think, perhaps, you should reduce your statistics. Despite his somewhat extraordinary behavior," here Mello looked pleased with himself, "it is quite clear that he has a motivation which does not stem from mental instability."
Light took L's hand in his own and guided it down Mello's body until he found the boy's erection. With some manipulative pressure, Light contrived to have L grope Mello so as to emphasize his point and make Mello moan prettily.
Assuming an even more wonton look, Mello began nuzzling L's stomach and gently skimming his thigh with the tips of his fingers, even then attempting to maintain an innocent facade. Light wasn't sure if he was still looking for permission to wrap his mouth around L's cock or trying to encourage him to continue with his groping. Either way, he decided the boy deserved a reward for his actions, despite his lack of tact, and, brushing aside a piece of L's hair, he whispered, "Let him taste you," in his ear, close enough for his voice to act like a physical force, tickling all of L's insides. He again reached down L's torso, slowly so as to make L's mind race through the many possible outcomes of his actions and analyze the probability of each. He slid his fingers over worn cotton, then between the thin denim that lay over L's leg and the supple leather that clung to Mello's chest. He urged Mello upward, but, of course, the boy only raised himself the minimally necessary amount so that he could enjoy the feel of Light's knuckles across his sternum. When he finally brushed a combination of material and metal he twisted his fingers cleverly to pop the button on L's jeans and then slowly unzipped them, leaving L defenseless against Mello's advance.
As expected, the blond wasted no time, and, with a delighted grin, he slid low enough down L's body so that his lips were parallel with the newly exposed flesh. With eager hands, he pulled L's jeans further down his hips, fully exposing his hardening cock and smoothly shaved testes. After unwrapping his treat, he immediately began tasting it. First, with long overeager full length licks that had L flushing across his pale cheeks but staring at Light as if waiting for him to fulfill some obvious obligation to correct the behavior. The penetrating look was both familiar and gratifying, but, with a guiding hand, Light set Mello on a more pleasurable course. It wasn't the same level of skill L possessed after several years of expertly wrapping his tongue around various sweets, but Mello was nonetheless quite able to flick and twirl his tongue in impressive ways when encouraged.
L moaned, half-startled, and still as if sexual gratification was an unexplored area of human behavior which required serious study. Still, so like the first time when Light had to guide him gently from his sensible fact-based understanding of sex into the revelation that it was a territory which often defied logical comprehension. His eyes retained a gleam which Light knew meant he was probably still trying to disassemble the pleasure into its logical parts--make a measurement of his chemical reactions in relation to the amount of time Mello had his tongue over various sensitive areas of his cock and compare it to the amount of pressure applied divided by his desire to moan.
Calculating looked good on L, but Light much preferred his lovers to wear Lost in Bliss when he was touching them. He pulled one hand out of Mello’s tousled hair and prodded the corner of the boy’s mouth until he sucked in two fingers next to L’s cock. As Mello worked over them, Light couldn’t resist adding a bit of friction by rubbing around Mello’s tongue and L’s cock as much as Mello’s mouth would allow. He squeezed a finger on either side of L’s hard flesh to give the detective a surprise sensation and earn himself a stifled moan.
With one last affectionate rub of Mello’s lower lip, Light pulled out his fingers and adjusted L in his lap, trusting that Mello would compensate for the change with grace. He spread L’s legs farther apart and encouraged him to bend them at the knee, verging dangerously on the angle which L consistently claimed would increase his mental capacities. Light slid his hand around L’s aide so that he could reach the little hole that would eventually reduce L’s processing to approximately nothing.
He gently traced the tight ring, sporadically penetrating it only as far as his first knuckle. The tease of stimulation and uncertainty made L twitch and whimper like an antsy child, but Light could still read the analysis in his eyes. Light could practically see the numbers and hypotheses running through his mind. He could tell that the tightness in his muscles was not a reaction to pleasure but an attempt to read L’s moves. He was still playing chess with Light, and the once-killer was going to make him sweep the pieces off the board.
“Nate,” Light called over his shoulder, glancing at where the pale boy continued to build up his toy defenses, “bring the bottle to me.”
~~~~~
I have the other parts written but haven’t found the energy to retype them post-computer crash. There is a direct correlation between reviews and motivation!
EDIT: Link to Part 2