Christmas Present (for everyone who likes L/Light AU porn)
Warnings: Sex. Non-human. Dubcon.
The hotel is quite extravagant. Light approves of the luxury around him as he strolls down the corridor pretending to be just another well-bred guest, secretly amused by the thought of how the obsequious staff would react if they knew what they were looking at.
Foxes adapt to any environment.
He has chosen this as a safe place to spend the night, a way to break the trail the hunters have been following, but to do that he will need to become the guest of someone who is already paying for a room - unpaid bills, unbilled hours, are one of the signs the hunters use to recognise potential prey. He needs to find a human who will share their room with him to make sure he leaves no tracks.
A pang of something like hunger reminds him that it would be good if he could get them to share more - but no, he swore he would not do that. His energies will replenish themselves, and if it takes longer than he feels safe with, at least it leaves nothing else for the hunters to find and follow.
Still, if he is careful not to take more than the human knows they are giving, it could serve as a payment for sharing their room and bed - and there is pleasure in it, even without feeding his other hungers.
He drifts to the higher floors, kitsune-bi sparking from his fingers to fool the electronic guards into believing that he has given the correct passcodes.
Foxes adapt, and precise manipulations of energy are so much more useful in this day and age than the bold and obvious weapons thrown by his ancestors.
He ignores the sharpened spike of not-hunger as he exits at a floor that smells of recent occupation, disguises and excuses already held ready-woven should whoever is here dislike having their privacy invaded and prove immune to gold-eyed temptation.
Large eyes ringed in black stare at him, and for a moment he fears that he has run to the nest of a tanuki who will be more than displeased with his presence - but the scent in the air is entirely human. Still, the worry has put him off-balance, and the man looking at him is the first one to speak.
"How did you get in here?"
Light hears and understands the words, but his attention is stolen by his reaction to the sound of the man's voice. Everything about the man is carefully designed to repel others, his lack of attention to his appearance or manners, his lack of emotion in his voice and face - and yet Light has never been so drawn to anyone.
He cannot bring himself to offer the easy lie that springs to his tongue. Instead he asks, "Is this place so hard to reach?" not bothering to hide the smirk that turns it from straightforward question to layered innuendo.
The man tenses at the question, hearing and unnerved by Light's suggestion that he is more than physically close. Light cannot help but take a step closer, too much a predator to let such delicious prey escape. He can see that the man is torn between retreat and attack, with no thought of surrender.
The not-hunger is growing in him, the human he is facing too much a delight for him to think of denying himself. He feels himself harden, feels an undeniable urge to have this man between his thighs - he does not share in the human foolishness that such an act would somehow steal his masculinity, and he has found again and again that it gives him access to men who would otherwise scorn the very suggestion of bedding him. He doubts this man holds to the common view, but there is no reason to deny himself the exact form of pleasure he craves.
The man can sense something of his intent, growing more defensive by the second. "Are you a prostitute?" he asks, clearly trying to insult him.
Light's smirk grows. "Would you like me to be one?" he offers, hoping that the answer will be yes though he knows better than to expect it.
The man grows more unnerved, but Light has seduced too many humans to mistake the interest he shows. He reaches up to unbutton his shirt, a slow tease to confirm the offer he has made - if the man would like him to play the whore, he would be perfectly willing to do so for a night.
"How did you get in here?" the man repeats, and what is hidden in the snarl is familiar to Light; there is so much more to the question than is obvious, and the man before him will never consider bedding him unless he feels he has been fully answered.
"Perhaps there was a fault in the elevator's system. I was not expecting to see you in particular, but since I am here..." he shrugs. Hunted, the man before him may be, but their hunters are not the same and he will not risk leaving clues that may lead to him.
For a moment, it seems that his answer is insufficient, and the desire he feels will be unmet - but the man's eyes drop to his chest, and he seems willing to believe that none of those who hunt him would use Light's methods to reach him. Light shrugs his shirt away, careless of where it falls, and stands before the man offering himself. "Here, or in a bed?"
The man meets his eyes, sharp intelligence behind indestructible walls (and Light is so hard he hurts), and glances around to see that there is nothing suitable for their intended tryst in the room. He turns speechlessly and leads Light to another room, where the bed is large and perfectly made, and the sheets are of silk.
Light is nude as he slides onto the bed, pushing the covers out of his way. The lubricant he holds in one hand could have been held in a pocket, and the man was not watching to see that it was conjured from thin air. "How do you want me?" he asks as he poses to show what he is offering, letting the man feel that he has the power in this even though the truth is he has little or none.
The man stares at him, blushing and skittish, and he finds himself startled by the inexperience that practically shines from him. Unique as he is, surely Light is not the only one to be drawn to the challenge he presents? And yet, the man's startled focus on the proof of Light's interest in him shows that he is far too used to being unwanted.
The possibility that no one else will have tasted the pleasures of this man's body before him stirs Light's desire from a pang to a blaze, and his thoughts dissolve to pure lust. "This will work better if you undress," he says, his voice husky. The man obeys, his loose shirt pulled off to reveal wiry strength, equally loose jeans slipping away to bare proof of the man's own interest.
Light cannot hold back his moan at the thought of that erection inside him, thick enough to stretch him deliciously open without being long enough for discomfort. He slicks his fingers and reaches between his spread thighs to prepare himself, letting all of his pleasure at the sensations show in his face and body. Even if the man is not aroused by the sight of the necessary preparations, he is likely to enjoy seeing the proof of Light's own pleasure, the proof that this will not be a chore for his partner but a joy.
The man watches his face more than his fingers, with a certain relief that Light is willing to take responsibility for his own preparation. Light stares back at him, heavy-lidded desire and the promise of debauchery, and knows with satisfaction that the man is his own as he climbs onto the bed as if hypnotised. The thought makes Light writhe, pushing down on his own fingers as he looks hungrily at the body he'll be riding -
The not-hunger he felt earlier cuts through him, overpowering even his lust for an instant, reminding him that he needs to be careful. His lover for the night has no experience to tell him if things are different to how they would normally feel, and while that works in Light's favour, it also means he is the only one who will know if he goes too far.
"How do you want me?" he repeats, deciding he has been stretched wide enough. The man does not understand, and he cannot hide his smirk at the reminder that this captivating stranger has never done this with another. "On my back?" He lays back invitingly. "On my stomach?" He rolls onto his front, leg bent to the side. "On my knees?" He rears up, and clutches at the bedclothes as he forces his tail to remain hidden, something within him responding instinctively to the pose that is so close to a mating stance.
Dazed as he is, his lover is still too observant to miss his sudden discomfort. He reaches over uncertainly, trying to offer comfort.
Light smiles at him ruefully, easing himself upright. "Maybe not that way," he says wryly, rubbing at the base of his spine, and the man's eyes flicker as he takes in Light's actions and decides that his muscles protested. It is close enough to the truth that Light is happy to allow him to believe it. "Lie on your back," he says, choosing a position which should give them both what they want, and has to resist a satisfied growl when he is obeyed immediately. He straddles the man's waist, smiling down into the gleam of sudden understanding, and lowers himself onto the hard thickness of his lover's erection, unable to hold back a long whine as he is finally filled, the stretch burning just slightly in the way that feels so incredible and he loves feeling this, loves being filled and opened by his lover like this, loves it even more when he can bring his head up and meet his lover's eyes to see the astonishment and pleasure there and he can't stop himself from whining again as he tightens around his lover, world fading down to the man beneath him and the strength he can feel in him and it's so good rising up into Light everywhere their bodies are touching -
Light forces himself to stop, trembling with the effort of not just draining his lover's chi away to replace his own drained resources. He wants to, and the damage from a single night would likely go no further than to make his lover sleep overlong the next day, but he cannot take the risk.
His lover reaches to clasp his own neglected erection, and Light's concerns for his safety vanish in the surge of lust that has him clutching his lover's shoulders and rolling his hips to feel his lover's erection inside him making a perfect pressure against that one necessary spot. He's panting, now, rising and sinking down to feel his lover inside him and his lover is stroking him with a different rhythm, palm hot and sweat-damp and amazing, and his control is starting to slip as he senses the life in his lover again, so much and he wants it, needs it -
He grits his teeth, still moving his hips as his attention turns inward to stop himself from taking advantage of how vulnerable his lover doesn't know he is.
"Stop it," his lover orders him, eyes hazy but voice surprisingly firm.
"What?" He isn't sure what his lover is referring to. He can't be aware of what Light is doing, or he'd never complain about his attempts not to, so...?
"Stop holding yourself back. I want all of you," and he twists his hand on the last words so that any argument Light might have made is submerged in a wash of pleasure that makes his back arch and drives him down further on his lover's erection.
"It's dangerous," he says, too far gone to consider how bad an idea it is to be so honest, and his lover must be at least as far gone as he is because he doesn't even pause at the admission.
"How much?"
Light can't help but laugh, because the question is so perfectly him, would sound wrong coming from anyone but the man lying beneath him totally unaffected by the yipping that is not quite human. "Drain you. Leave you tired," he gets out, feeling something close to affection as he sees his lover considering his answer.
"Not too serious. Don't hold back," his lover orders, and there's no way he could refuse that order.
His lover gasps as he loosens his control, possibly because of the drain on his energy, more likely because of the tail that is now batting at his thighs. Light can feel his ears prick up at the sound, and his lover reaches with his free hand and pets one, silent reassurance that he doesn't care about this proof that Light is not human and Light leans into it as he rolls his hips, loving the feel of his lover inside him beneath him around him and he's all that Light can feel see hear smell taste -
Light nuzzles his near-unconscious lover's cheek, sleepily content. He drags the covers over them both and lets himself fall asleep.
He wakes before dawn, feeling both satiated and energised, and considers staying where he is. He has not felt safe like this in a long time, and he cherishes it.
His lover is too exhausted to stir when he moves. Light pauses as he makes the connection between his lover's unconsciousness and his own wellbeing, reaching to judge how much of his chi he stole last night.
The answer makes him flinch away, ears flattened against his skull. It is likely - probable, even - that his lover will recover from this with no ill effects; but only if he is left unhindered.
Light knows that he will not be able to stay without wanting more from his lover, and he has already failed his attempts to resist his worst impulses.
He licks his lover's cheek and nips his lower lip, unsure whether he is trying to wake him or just saying goodbye.
His lover remains unconscious.
He turns to leave. "I'm sorry," he says quietly, knowing that his apology will never be heard. A thought strikes him, and he glances back. "At least this way the hunters won't associate you with me."
A moment's concentration, and he seems as human as he did when he arrived. He walks from the suite of rooms with the same easy confidence that he entered it with.
Unnoticed, a tiny camera's lens captures every action.
L does not know what to make of his state when he wakes up. He does occasionally fall asleep, but never tucked into a bed, and definitely not with such evidence of another person - someone who he cannot remember at all, and given the nature of the evidence, he certainly should remember something of the night.
The possibilities are not appealing.
He goes to the security systems immediately. The doors were opened by unknown means, but the interloper apparently didn't notice the hidden cameras, keeping watch so that if the worst should happen there would be a chance of his murderer being identified.
He is confused, bewildered, and more than slightly insulted by what has been recorded in the living room. A strange young man - however attractive - should not be capable of removing his well-honed paranoia with a single flirtatious glance. He follows their movements to the bedroom, and watches the events of the last night with disbelief.
Kitsune do not exist.
If kitsune did exist, they would find better targets for their - affections? - than him.
The young man who left his bedroom in the early hours of the morning... is a kitsune. A kitsune who gave every sign of being very attracted to him. A kitsune who apparently believes that he is being hunted by someone.
L scowls at the screen, fingers flying as he sets his computer to isolate the best picture of the man's face it can find and search for possible matches within all the databases he can access.
He has no idea if anyone else is after this kitsune-boy, but he is not going to accept being used for one night that he doesn't even remember and left. Before leaving Japan, he is going to hunt down the kitsune and prove that he, L, is not so easy to escape.
He carefully ignores the question of what he is planning to do with (to) the kitsune once he catches him.
The hotel is quite extravagant. Light approves of the luxury around him as he strolls down the corridor pretending to be just another well-bred guest, secretly amused by the thought of how the obsequious staff would react if they knew what they were looking at.
Foxes adapt to any environment.
He has chosen this as a safe place to spend the night, a way to break the trail the hunters have been following, but to do that he will need to become the guest of someone who is already paying for a room - unpaid bills, unbilled hours, are one of the signs the hunters use to recognise potential prey. He needs to find a human who will share their room with him to make sure he leaves no tracks.
A pang of something like hunger reminds him that it would be good if he could get them to share more - but no, he swore he would not do that. His energies will replenish themselves, and if it takes longer than he feels safe with, at least it leaves nothing else for the hunters to find and follow.
Still, if he is careful not to take more than the human knows they are giving, it could serve as a payment for sharing their room and bed - and there is pleasure in it, even without feeding his other hungers.
He drifts to the higher floors, kitsune-bi sparking from his fingers to fool the electronic guards into believing that he has given the correct passcodes.
Foxes adapt, and precise manipulations of energy are so much more useful in this day and age than the bold and obvious weapons thrown by his ancestors.
He ignores the sharpened spike of not-hunger as he exits at a floor that smells of recent occupation, disguises and excuses already held ready-woven should whoever is here dislike having their privacy invaded and prove immune to gold-eyed temptation.
Large eyes ringed in black stare at him, and for a moment he fears that he has run to the nest of a tanuki who will be more than displeased with his presence - but the scent in the air is entirely human. Still, the worry has put him off-balance, and the man looking at him is the first one to speak.
"How did you get in here?"
Light hears and understands the words, but his attention is stolen by his reaction to the sound of the man's voice. Everything about the man is carefully designed to repel others, his lack of attention to his appearance or manners, his lack of emotion in his voice and face - and yet Light has never been so drawn to anyone.
He cannot bring himself to offer the easy lie that springs to his tongue. Instead he asks, "Is this place so hard to reach?" not bothering to hide the smirk that turns it from straightforward question to layered innuendo.
The man tenses at the question, hearing and unnerved by Light's suggestion that he is more than physically close. Light cannot help but take a step closer, too much a predator to let such delicious prey escape. He can see that the man is torn between retreat and attack, with no thought of surrender.
The not-hunger is growing in him, the human he is facing too much a delight for him to think of denying himself. He feels himself harden, feels an undeniable urge to have this man between his thighs - he does not share in the human foolishness that such an act would somehow steal his masculinity, and he has found again and again that it gives him access to men who would otherwise scorn the very suggestion of bedding him. He doubts this man holds to the common view, but there is no reason to deny himself the exact form of pleasure he craves.
The man can sense something of his intent, growing more defensive by the second. "Are you a prostitute?" he asks, clearly trying to insult him.
Light's smirk grows. "Would you like me to be one?" he offers, hoping that the answer will be yes though he knows better than to expect it.
The man grows more unnerved, but Light has seduced too many humans to mistake the interest he shows. He reaches up to unbutton his shirt, a slow tease to confirm the offer he has made - if the man would like him to play the whore, he would be perfectly willing to do so for a night.
"How did you get in here?" the man repeats, and what is hidden in the snarl is familiar to Light; there is so much more to the question than is obvious, and the man before him will never consider bedding him unless he feels he has been fully answered.
"Perhaps there was a fault in the elevator's system. I was not expecting to see you in particular, but since I am here..." he shrugs. Hunted, the man before him may be, but their hunters are not the same and he will not risk leaving clues that may lead to him.
For a moment, it seems that his answer is insufficient, and the desire he feels will be unmet - but the man's eyes drop to his chest, and he seems willing to believe that none of those who hunt him would use Light's methods to reach him. Light shrugs his shirt away, careless of where it falls, and stands before the man offering himself. "Here, or in a bed?"
The man meets his eyes, sharp intelligence behind indestructible walls (and Light is so hard he hurts), and glances around to see that there is nothing suitable for their intended tryst in the room. He turns speechlessly and leads Light to another room, where the bed is large and perfectly made, and the sheets are of silk.
Light is nude as he slides onto the bed, pushing the covers out of his way. The lubricant he holds in one hand could have been held in a pocket, and the man was not watching to see that it was conjured from thin air. "How do you want me?" he asks as he poses to show what he is offering, letting the man feel that he has the power in this even though the truth is he has little or none.
The man stares at him, blushing and skittish, and he finds himself startled by the inexperience that practically shines from him. Unique as he is, surely Light is not the only one to be drawn to the challenge he presents? And yet, the man's startled focus on the proof of Light's interest in him shows that he is far too used to being unwanted.
The possibility that no one else will have tasted the pleasures of this man's body before him stirs Light's desire from a pang to a blaze, and his thoughts dissolve to pure lust. "This will work better if you undress," he says, his voice husky. The man obeys, his loose shirt pulled off to reveal wiry strength, equally loose jeans slipping away to bare proof of the man's own interest.
Light cannot hold back his moan at the thought of that erection inside him, thick enough to stretch him deliciously open without being long enough for discomfort. He slicks his fingers and reaches between his spread thighs to prepare himself, letting all of his pleasure at the sensations show in his face and body. Even if the man is not aroused by the sight of the necessary preparations, he is likely to enjoy seeing the proof of Light's own pleasure, the proof that this will not be a chore for his partner but a joy.
The man watches his face more than his fingers, with a certain relief that Light is willing to take responsibility for his own preparation. Light stares back at him, heavy-lidded desire and the promise of debauchery, and knows with satisfaction that the man is his own as he climbs onto the bed as if hypnotised. The thought makes Light writhe, pushing down on his own fingers as he looks hungrily at the body he'll be riding -
The not-hunger he felt earlier cuts through him, overpowering even his lust for an instant, reminding him that he needs to be careful. His lover for the night has no experience to tell him if things are different to how they would normally feel, and while that works in Light's favour, it also means he is the only one who will know if he goes too far.
"How do you want me?" he repeats, deciding he has been stretched wide enough. The man does not understand, and he cannot hide his smirk at the reminder that this captivating stranger has never done this with another. "On my back?" He lays back invitingly. "On my stomach?" He rolls onto his front, leg bent to the side. "On my knees?" He rears up, and clutches at the bedclothes as he forces his tail to remain hidden, something within him responding instinctively to the pose that is so close to a mating stance.
Dazed as he is, his lover is still too observant to miss his sudden discomfort. He reaches over uncertainly, trying to offer comfort.
Light smiles at him ruefully, easing himself upright. "Maybe not that way," he says wryly, rubbing at the base of his spine, and the man's eyes flicker as he takes in Light's actions and decides that his muscles protested. It is close enough to the truth that Light is happy to allow him to believe it. "Lie on your back," he says, choosing a position which should give them both what they want, and has to resist a satisfied growl when he is obeyed immediately. He straddles the man's waist, smiling down into the gleam of sudden understanding, and lowers himself onto the hard thickness of his lover's erection, unable to hold back a long whine as he is finally filled, the stretch burning just slightly in the way that feels so incredible and he loves feeling this, loves being filled and opened by his lover like this, loves it even more when he can bring his head up and meet his lover's eyes to see the astonishment and pleasure there and he can't stop himself from whining again as he tightens around his lover, world fading down to the man beneath him and the strength he can feel in him and it's so good rising up into Light everywhere their bodies are touching -
Light forces himself to stop, trembling with the effort of not just draining his lover's chi away to replace his own drained resources. He wants to, and the damage from a single night would likely go no further than to make his lover sleep overlong the next day, but he cannot take the risk.
His lover reaches to clasp his own neglected erection, and Light's concerns for his safety vanish in the surge of lust that has him clutching his lover's shoulders and rolling his hips to feel his lover's erection inside him making a perfect pressure against that one necessary spot. He's panting, now, rising and sinking down to feel his lover inside him and his lover is stroking him with a different rhythm, palm hot and sweat-damp and amazing, and his control is starting to slip as he senses the life in his lover again, so much and he wants it, needs it -
He grits his teeth, still moving his hips as his attention turns inward to stop himself from taking advantage of how vulnerable his lover doesn't know he is.
"Stop it," his lover orders him, eyes hazy but voice surprisingly firm.
"What?" He isn't sure what his lover is referring to. He can't be aware of what Light is doing, or he'd never complain about his attempts not to, so...?
"Stop holding yourself back. I want all of you," and he twists his hand on the last words so that any argument Light might have made is submerged in a wash of pleasure that makes his back arch and drives him down further on his lover's erection.
"It's dangerous," he says, too far gone to consider how bad an idea it is to be so honest, and his lover must be at least as far gone as he is because he doesn't even pause at the admission.
"How much?"
Light can't help but laugh, because the question is so perfectly him, would sound wrong coming from anyone but the man lying beneath him totally unaffected by the yipping that is not quite human. "Drain you. Leave you tired," he gets out, feeling something close to affection as he sees his lover considering his answer.
"Not too serious. Don't hold back," his lover orders, and there's no way he could refuse that order.
His lover gasps as he loosens his control, possibly because of the drain on his energy, more likely because of the tail that is now batting at his thighs. Light can feel his ears prick up at the sound, and his lover reaches with his free hand and pets one, silent reassurance that he doesn't care about this proof that Light is not human and Light leans into it as he rolls his hips, loving the feel of his lover inside him beneath him around him and he's all that Light can feel see hear smell taste -
Light nuzzles his near-unconscious lover's cheek, sleepily content. He drags the covers over them both and lets himself fall asleep.
He wakes before dawn, feeling both satiated and energised, and considers staying where he is. He has not felt safe like this in a long time, and he cherishes it.
His lover is too exhausted to stir when he moves. Light pauses as he makes the connection between his lover's unconsciousness and his own wellbeing, reaching to judge how much of his chi he stole last night.
The answer makes him flinch away, ears flattened against his skull. It is likely - probable, even - that his lover will recover from this with no ill effects; but only if he is left unhindered.
Light knows that he will not be able to stay without wanting more from his lover, and he has already failed his attempts to resist his worst impulses.
He licks his lover's cheek and nips his lower lip, unsure whether he is trying to wake him or just saying goodbye.
His lover remains unconscious.
He turns to leave. "I'm sorry," he says quietly, knowing that his apology will never be heard. A thought strikes him, and he glances back. "At least this way the hunters won't associate you with me."
A moment's concentration, and he seems as human as he did when he arrived. He walks from the suite of rooms with the same easy confidence that he entered it with.
Unnoticed, a tiny camera's lens captures every action.
L does not know what to make of his state when he wakes up. He does occasionally fall asleep, but never tucked into a bed, and definitely not with such evidence of another person - someone who he cannot remember at all, and given the nature of the evidence, he certainly should remember something of the night.
The possibilities are not appealing.
He goes to the security systems immediately. The doors were opened by unknown means, but the interloper apparently didn't notice the hidden cameras, keeping watch so that if the worst should happen there would be a chance of his murderer being identified.
He is confused, bewildered, and more than slightly insulted by what has been recorded in the living room. A strange young man - however attractive - should not be capable of removing his well-honed paranoia with a single flirtatious glance. He follows their movements to the bedroom, and watches the events of the last night with disbelief.
Kitsune do not exist.
If kitsune did exist, they would find better targets for their - affections? - than him.
The young man who left his bedroom in the early hours of the morning... is a kitsune. A kitsune who gave every sign of being very attracted to him. A kitsune who apparently believes that he is being hunted by someone.
L scowls at the screen, fingers flying as he sets his computer to isolate the best picture of the man's face it can find and search for possible matches within all the databases he can access.
He has no idea if anyone else is after this kitsune-boy, but he is not going to accept being used for one night that he doesn't even remember and left. Before leaving Japan, he is going to hunt down the kitsune and prove that he, L, is not so easy to escape.
He carefully ignores the question of what he is planning to do with (to) the kitsune once he catches him.