Smut-Shots

“Smut-Shots” Part 2

A/N: This is the second in a series of one-shot smut fictions with various pairings with different perspectives and different styles. There is no plot to them and there is no connection whatsoever to the canon series. I am just expressing my perverse needs onto the computer screen for everyone’s entertainment.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. All characters depicted herein belong to Mr. Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata.

This one-shot contains:
-Non-Consensual situations
-Oral Sex
-Hand job
-Cross-Dressing

Paring in this one-shot:
L and Matt
-Watari (He is only a temporary accomplice.)

Style: Third person: Told from L’s perspective. Minor plot.

L walked boredly through the streets of Winchester, lost in thought as he usually was. It was a little more chilly than usual, but he could bear with the cooler temperatures; as long as he was not thinking about it, it did not bother him. He did not really care to look where he was going, settling down to glance in front of him and adjust his path accordingly then drift back into the confines of his mind. He’d not noticed the thin form of the young man that was just as distracted as he was; a collision was inevitable. With a grunt and a look of surprise, both men made eye contact.

L was transfixed, though he could not fathom why. The shorter man in front of him was certainly not a 10 as he preferred, the wrinkly striped shirt, faded jeans and weird vest and boots were hardly appealing, as was the weird pair of goggles that he wore. Perhaps it was the reddish brown locks or those unusual features, but for whatever reason, L could not take his gaze off of him. This did not go unnoticed by the other man who grimaced and edged away, suddenly uncomfortable around him.
“Why don’t you take a picture while you’re at it, dude…” The noticeably younger man huffed in annoyance and proceeded to make his way around him, picking up his pace and slowly getting away from him. He did not miss the utterance of, “What a freak…” when the younger man got a certain distance away.

Already the gears were turning in L’s head. He could punish him for putting him down, but again that went back to the base thought ‘What is it about him that I am so transfixed on?’ Without thinking about it, he began to follow the red-head, his longer legs helped him to close the gap. His right arm reached out and gripped the right shoulder of the red-head and pulled him back, twisting the confused man around to face him.
“What the fuck is your-Mmf!” He never got to finish his retort when a pair of lips crashed into his own. L let the kiss right away, not wanting to use his tongue in knowing how the other would react. The red-head’s eyes grew large and began to try shoving the older man away. L was stronger than he looked, his thin frame masked well his skills in combat, mainly Capoiera and a few other martial arts. He easily shoved the younger onto the wall and with his left hand, gripped the red-heads wrists and slammed them against the building they were outside of. With his other hand, he planted that against the wall and leaned in, using one of his legs to part the others’ and settle his leg there, pinning the younger man to the wall.

A look of confusion crossed the red-head’s face, but that was quickly developing into fear as he tried to comprehend L’s motives. The raven-haired older male only continued to kiss the younger tenderly, using only lips and a nibble of teeth now and then. He separated their mouths, the younger man spat into his face in an act of desperate defiance. L only looked at him with an expression that was hard to translate. He knew they were in a public setting, but if he could knock him out somehow…that would certainly help with his goal at least; whatever that goal may be. He uses his right hand to muffle the protests and he glances around for a nearby alleyway. Spotting one not far from their location, he does a double check, noting that it was unusually quiet on this street this time of day. He removes his grip from the red-head’s wrists and uses that to pinch his neck/throat area, oblivious to the younger’s attempts to get him away. After a brief struggle, the redhead goes limp and collapses, only just caught and lifted by the raven haired male.

He drags the youth into the alleyway, the deadweight of the other in his arms only hindering him momentarily. After setting him down into a seated position, L grabs his phone and flips it open, a tinkering of the phone automatically dialed his manservant and father figure. A couple rings later and a gravely, yet kind older voice greeted him on the other line.
“Yes L, what is it that you want?”
“I need you to come and pick me up. I will send the coordinates to the GPS in the car. I am having a guest over tonight.”
“Very well then.” L cut the connection before punching in a few codes into the keypad then closing the phone. He walked back to the younger red head and proceeded to dig into the pockets, finding a pack of cigarettes and a gaming system in one pocket of the large vest and a cell phone in the other pocket. A shifting of the body gained him access to the pants pockets, one of which he found a wallet and the other a lighter. He removes the wallet and begins to search in there, noting several fake ID’s, a credit card and a couple pictures. He removes the photographs, seeing a younger version of him and a blonde with shoulder length hair. The second was not of him, but rather of a happy looking young couple. The image was older, so he assumed it was his parents, or favorite guardians.

The redhead was starting to show signs of coming back into consciousness, prompting L to act quickly and take off his thin white shirt and roll it into a make-shift gag, wrapping the thin cotton around the red head’s head and tying it off. He needed a way to bind his arms and seeing he had no belt on hand, he searched the red-head for one. Luck was on his side and he quickly unclasped the belt before removing it and adjusting the younger male’s body so that he could bind his arms behind his back. There was a barely audible groan and L doubled his efforts. He set him back against the wall, satisfied that the red-head would not be able to escape his binds. He gets into a standing position and shuffles to the edge of the alleyway, looking left then right to see if his manservant was in sight.

He frowns when there is no such sign, but that meant that he was still on his way. He turns his attention back to the red-head who was still coming out of his daze, shifting a little in discomfort then shifting a little more. L goes to the younger male then gets into a crouched position off to the side but allowing him to look at those goggles that covered those eyes. Using only his thumbs and index fingers, he shifts the goggles until they are completely off, tossing them behind him and uncaring of where they landed. He cups the red-head’s left cheek with his right hand and strokes it tenderly with his thumb. A slight flinching at the contact reminded him that his new ‘guest’ was still coming out of his temporary coma. He stands up one more time and glances out, smiling and breathing a sigh of relief when the older model black car finally comes into view.

L goes back to the red-head and picks up the wallet, he would need to refer him as a name when he came into full consciousness. Flipping through several ID’s he finally settles on one: Mail Jeevas. It sounded fake to him, but it would have to do. A louder groan and a shaking of the head before his eyes fluttered open was the last thing the red-head did before L grabbed him again. He knew there was a period of confusion and that translated into a form of compliancy to L. He helped the younger confused mad to walk to the opening of the alleyway. L looked out and waved his manservant down, the other leaning heavily, but that weight was quickly lessening. The black car parked just in front of them and L opens the door, pushing the red-head in and then going in after him.
“Take us home Watari. Quickly now, I don’t want my guest to become excited too fast.”
“Understood.” A button was pressed, raising a metallic barrier to keep prying eyes off of his guest and him.

L grabbed the red-head’s chin and forced them to make eye contact. A pair of dark green eyes looked back, widened at first, but narrowing quickly into a hard glare. He attempts to retaliate, but soon finds he cannot, prompting him to struggle further. L grabbed his shoulders and manhandled him until he was pinned on the seat and straddling the younger man.
“Mail…everything is going to be alright, I promise.” The red-head’s reaction to that name was instantaneous. His eyes narrowed further and he began to buck wildly, trying to throw L off, but the raven-haired man was still much stronger and the red-head seemed to have forgotten that.
“So…Mail is your real name is it? Or perhaps it is a middle name. It does not matter to me. For whatever reason, fate wanted us to meet and I intend on getting as much out of this as possible. Don’t worry, I’ll treat you as well; after all, fate works more than one way.” The red-head had stopped struggling for the moment to listen to him then rolled his eyes on the parts about fate, no doubt thinking of some sarcastic reply. He did just that, thought it was muffled by the shirt gag he had on him.

L decided to distract whatever negative thoughts that were likely plaguing the red-head’s mind by reaching between them both and pressing two fingers in between those legs and stroking the area back and forth. The muffled protests stopped abruptly and replaced with a shocked, muffled grunt. L grinned and pressed a little harder, generating friction for the younger man. The grunts stopped as soon as they started, this Mail person was likely trying to further muffle any other sound of protest against the treatment. A third finger joined the other two and rubbed a little harder and once finding the red-heads’ arousal, the fingers surrounded that area and stroked gently before pressing the material around the hardening shaft and then not moving the fingers. He squeezed those fingers around the clothed shaft and the red-head finally let loose a louder muffled grunt. It made L grin victoriously.

He leaned in and licked Mail’s neck before nibbling the flesh and kissing the bite marks. He gently squeezed the red-head’s shaft again and smiled when he felt those hips arch into his hand.
“Feels good does it not? I promise that when we get back to my place, it will only get better. Speaking of which…” He squeezed the hardening clothed shaft teasingly while pushing an intercom button on the red-head’s side of the seating.
“Watari. -muffled groan-”
“Yes L?”
“Have we arrived yet? -muffled groans-”
“We are pulling into the driveway now.”
“Thank you very much.” L released the intercom button then removed his hand altogether. To his amusement, there was a brief whimper before it was stopped. He cupped the red-head’s cheek and smiled affectionately.
“I know you are eager to continue, but I am afraid that I must knock you out again. We can’t have you looking around, can we? I need you as compliant as possible.” He put pressure on the same location from before, giving the red-head time to become effectively knocked out again.

When the vehicle finally stopped, L wasted no time in opening the door and pulling out his guest, noting that the growing arousal on the red-head was still the same.
“Watari, help me bring him inside and to my guest bedroom.”
“Which guest bedroom?” L gave it some thought, looking at the red-head a little longer before looking back at his manservant.
“I think that the Tickle Trunk room might be best for this one today.”
“Very well then.” Together they dragged the red-head into the large mansion that was L’s home and proceeded to travel down past the main foyer into a door that led into a maze of doorways and hallways. This place was created by L’s own design, therefore he knew the place inside and out. After several right turns and left turns, they at last stop at a door with a treasure chest logo on it and L turns the knob, opening the door.

The bedroom was not very large, but it was covered from top to bottom with soft frilly material in all shades of red and violet. The bed was a canopy bed and had transparent red curtains and had maroon and red patterned bedding. There was a large chesterfield against the corner of one side of the room and it was partially opened, revealing several pieces of women’s fantasy clothing. Several stray articles of the same type of clothing littered the bedroom, but it was intentionally done. The floor was carpeted and had a minimal amount of glitter sprinkled all over. All in all, it was a bedroom made for nighttime fantasies, and L was going to be sure at least some of the clothes got used before the day was over.

Before closing the door, he puts the doorstop down; the door was a one-way, one could only enter, but not exit, unless they had a key, which the raven-haired man did, just not at this time. Together, they settled the red-head down and un-gagged him, but left the binds on.
“I need to fetch my keys. You are no longer needed at this time Watari, thank you.
“I am pleased to serve the young master.” Watari bowed politely before following L out of the room where the doorstop was removed, allowing it to close at last. They walked side by side until they left the area; Watari took his leave in another part of the house and L walked to his office to retrieve the master key to his maze of bedrooms. He had a thought and decided to go with it. He sits on his desk and opens it, freeing a small laptop. This he boots up and attaches a couple cords into the small machine. When it is booted up, he logs himself in and clicks on an icon on the screen. The screen goes black momentarily before an image of an empty room comes into view. L keys in a code for the Tickle Trunk room and observes the red-head from there.

He watches as the same process of wakefulness is repeated. There is some shifting around on the bed that becomes increasingly desperate as time went on. Soon enough, the red-head named Mail is thrashing from side to side. The camera had no audio, but L knew he was enraged. There was only one way to soothe the beast; he shuts off the camera and leaves the office with key in hand, closing the door behind him. He walks back to the doorway that would take him into his little maze and he walked the hallways, muffled shouts and curses had managed to make their way to his ears even from this distance. L only grinned, thinking of generating the same volume of voice from the red-head, but only different sounds of course.

He reaches the door, the screams and cursing seemed to have stopped for the time being. There was the issue of a muffled thud, only worrying L for a moment. He turns the knob and opens the door slowly. He sidles inside then closes the door, only tensing in anticipation should his guest be deceiving him. He was not in immediate sight, much to his relief and worry.
“Mail…are you alright?” He crouches low and peeks under the bed, seeing the redhead facedown on the carpet and unmoving, breathing, but not moving at all. He stands up and walks around until he can look upon the fallen form of the red-head. His shoulders were shaking a little and his breathing was ragged. L knew automatically what the problem was.

He goes and kneels beside Mail and rubs his fingers into the red/brown locks and pets his head.
“Hey now…there is no need for worrying Mail. I am not going to force you into anything you don’t want and besides, I did promise that you will get something from this too, you know? Come now, I’ll help you back up.” L knew he was lying to the red-head for the most part, but he hated to see tears of sadness and filling the void with mostly empty promises would have to do to get the mood lightened a little. The shuddering stopped, but the red-head was still tense. L grabbed the bound arms and reached under and held his chest, pulling him into a kneeling position with a grunt of effort. Those dark green eyes were averted from his, gazing at the floor.
“Why me, of all people in Winchester?” The question came out of nowhere and caught L off guard. L figured the most honest answer to this one was a blunt one.
“I don’t really know, but whatever the reason, I only want to make us both feel good, at least for today.” There was no response from the redhead, but he shifted his left leg and stood up with only a little discomfort. He at last turns around, those dark greens were shiny with tears, but a faint smile played upon those features.

L clapped his hands together and smiled brightly.
“Now then, shall we get started? Welcome to my Tickle Trunk room, named more for the Chesterfield in this corner here, than an actual Tickle Trunk. However, there are clothes of a suggestive nature that I want us both to wear for our encounter today.” The red-heads’ features hardened at hearing this, but L ignored it in favor of walking to the Chesterfield and opening it wider, letting some clothing spill out haphazardly. L hummed to himself while rummaging through the clothes. He pulled free a sexy nurse outfit and a sexy lawyer woman outfit and smiled brightly. Without a second thought, he tossed the nurse outfit to the red-head who looked at him in total disbelief.
“What the hell is this?” L only shook his head.
“It should be obvious as to what it is Mail. I am going to put you into it.” The red-head deadpanned and shrugged off the outfit that had landed on his shoulder.
“And how, pray tell do you plan on getting me into those clothes? Besides, I am still tied up and feeling irritated.”
“I can have you stripped and re-dressed faster than the time you probably took to put on that monstrosity of an outfit.” The red-head deadpanned further in annoyance and in lack of belief that it could actually be done. As if to add to add onto the unspoken challenge, he sat down onto the bed at an angle, gripping the wooden support with his hands as tightly as he could.

L appeared indifferent, but internally, he knew how to go about his plan. Having gotten everything he wanted for the lawyer outfit, the raven-haired male began to strip himself of his clothing, much to Mail’s surprise. When his thin, almost unhealthy, pale frame was entirely nude, he began to re-dress into the scandalous outfit with the sort of speed and grace that the red-head did not know the older man possessed. It was not long before he turned around, showing off the assets a woman should have, but on him, it looked pretty disturbing.
“Your turn Mail.”

L pounced on the younger man so suddenly, that his grip on the wooden supports gave out, effectively dislodging him. L manhandled the younger man until he was on his stomach and straddled. He begins to remove the heavy combat boots, amused that he’d not tried to use them sooner. They fell forgotten to the floor with a loud clunk. He reversed his straddling position and reached under Mails’ body and began unclasping the belt then the pants. He wormed the pants and boxers off the red-head before they too were discarded. With cat-like speed and agility, L removed himself from the red-head and grabbed the nurses’ uniform before straddling him comfortably again, all before the younger man could register what had happened. He slides on the miniskirt then the underwear, a pair of white lacy see-through that never failed to turn him on. The red-head began to struggle anew, but his efforts were futile and L knew it. He unclasped the bound arms before grabbing the thin wrists and holding them vice-like and not letting them go.

The nurse top was a little more challenging to put on than L was willing to admit, but it was eventually put on before the belt was replaced and the red-head was positioned on his back, glaring hard and breathing harder. Tears played on the edge of those dark greens, but the defiance remained.
“Now then, how about a continuation of earlier today?” L reached between their bodies and used the same two fingers to rub in between Mail’s legs. The red-head responded by clenching his thighs together. This did not deter L, it only prompted him to rub more forcefully until the legs would part by themselves. Mail did eventually part his legs as he became absorbed into the sensation, no doubt cursing inwardly. L leaned in and stole a kiss while rubbing there, adding a third when he felt him begin to harden. A whimper was muffled from their lip-lock and a slight rise of the hips made the raven-haired male smile into the kiss. The red-head’s eyes closed and tense as the rubbing persisted.

When Mail was hard enough, L encircled the red-head’s shaft with the three fingers and gave a gentle squeeze before sliding against it slowly, causing the younger man to let out a muffled moan and another subconscious buck of his hips. L stopped the kiss to let his voice become more auditory, filling the void with the tail end of a long, drawn out moan.
“Do you like it when your pussy is teased, doctor?” L continued to squeeze and rub the hardened flesh until the white underwear could no longer contain it. The red-head’s eyes were squeezed shut and diverted from L’s gaze, but at the same time, the expression was lustful as it was disgusted and horrified. The attempts to stop his voice were not going so well, L noted with a smirk, removing the now wet underwear from the red-head’s shaft. Mail had not replied to the question, so he went back to kissing and then teasing the sensitive head with his thumb.
“Nngh!…St..stop!” This was gasped out loud, tainted with a whiny moan.
“Why should I, you like it, don’t you? Perhaps I should go down on you. Your hardness tells me it wants to go into something moist and willing.” The redhead only shook his head wildly side to side.
“I don’t fucking want this, alright?!” His voice was still cracked with lust while he protested.

L ignored the protest using his left hand to hold down the squirming red-head’s stomach as he trailed to the hardened and heated flesh that was weeping and begging for attention. He leaned down and gave the tip a tentative lick, disliking the red-heads’ taste.
“That will not do, I guess I’ll have to get a condom then.” L dislodged himself from the red-head and stopped a kick from hitting his head before walking to the Chesterfield and digging around, finding a side compartment and pulling out a blue flavored condom before walking back and casually returning the fuming red-head back into position. He tore into the packet with his teeth and then sheathed the still hardened flesh, pumping it a few times, earning him another moan and buck of hips.
“Lust is a two headed beast. I’ve learned to master and tame both sides and I know how to make things go into my favor.”
“Fuck you!”
“Not today Mr. Jeevas.”

L licked his lips before encasing his mouth around Mail’s shaft. A gasp and a soft moan freed themselves from the red-head’s mouth. L could feel the bound arms struggling to free themselves. He hummed softly around the shaft before removing his mouth with a soft ‘pop’. He moves his head lower and licks upwards along the vein then repeats the process at other sensitized locations. An arch of hips and another breathy moan told L that the red-head was a little less objectionable and more willing to continue.
“Deciding to go along for the ride then, Mail?” The red-head panted and let out his strained, lust-filled reply.
“I might as well…I don’t know how long you intend to keep me here and…uhn…I know I can not escape here because in truth…-panting-…I have not a clue where I am.” L was teasing him while he replied, first giving him a forceful pump and then a lick of the sensitized head.
“You are either a fast learner, or you are smarter than I gave you credit for.”

L did not elaborate, deciding to once again take the red-head into his mouth, bobbing his head, licking the tip and humming around the shaft. A much louder moan that was heard since their encounter made itself audible, at last getting a response from the raven-haired males’ own neglected sex. L willed it away, he was not going to allow this ruffian…this dog of a man turn him on, thought regretfully the soaking underwear was tempting to sniff at and lick; the red-head’s taste reminded him to not try. He attacked the sensitized head and sucked harder while pumping him, deciding he wanted to end this encounter sooner rather than later. Mail was nothing more than a writhing, moaning mass on the bed, clutching tightly to the bed sheets and arching his hips upwards, forcing L to take in more of the redhead at odd intervals. A particularly hard arch of the back and Mail came at last, filling the condom with his seed. L milked him as much as he could before removing the latex from the softening flesh. He leaned in for a kiss, letting the red-head ride out his pleasure with a few soft thrusts upwards.

He was oblivious to the fact that L had concealed a colorless, and tasteless chemical mixture in a dissolvable bag just under his tongue. When L introduced the bag to Mail’s mouth, he parted their mouths and held the red-head’s jaw closed, disguising it as a closed mouth kiss. When he’d closed the jaw, he knew the bag would burst and the contents would flood the younger man’s mouth and the chemicals would take effect right away. He parted their mouths one last time before looking down at the red-head with a soft smile.

“I hope this was enjoyable for you Mr. Jeevas, because I am pretty certain no one else has ever worked you the way I have and most certainly there may not be another. It is just unfortunate that you will not be able to remember this day. Goodbye Mail.” He watched as those dark greens fluttered closed, a look of confusion crossed his features before they became soft, the breathing slow and even. L rummaged through his large faded jeans and once finding his cell phone, flipped it open. After the second ring, it was answered.
“What is it young master?”
“We need to have the police incarcerate this man right away.”
“Is something the matter, L?”
“Not in the least, he just needs to have a place to wake up to in a few hours.”
“Understood.” L closed the phone before removing his lawyer outfit and replacing them with his baggy casual clothes. He knew the red-head will not be responsive while he was unconscious, so he decided to play with his mind.
“This drug compound will wear off in a while, when it does, the after effect is arousal for several minutes. I know because I’ve tested it myself. I will give you a keyword that for no reason at all, will cause you to moan and buck your hips. The keyword is: Cigarettes.”

L send Watari out with the red-head in tow, feeling incredibly disappointed in himself with the performance the younger man gave for him. He was almost certain he would have gotten something positive and he would have gotten more use from his closet of clothes. He sighed then went back into his office.
"I suppose that I will eventually find a perfect roleplaying lover, just not today. Everything went perfect until he started protesting and killing my mood. I must not stop looking, there must be someone in this great big world that would like to be my number 2." L sat down once inside and opened the laptop, noting the disarray the room was in. A faint smile played on his features.
"He did have an amazing voice though...perhaps that was it then." He closes the surveillance view and then opens the internet, searching for his next would be companion.


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A/N2: There is Part 2 for ya. Not what you were expecting, huh? Let me know what you think. I am not counting on reviews to keep me writing, my visual imagination will keep me writing for a long time as it is. I am only curious on your thoughts and opinions :). There will most definitely be more coming up soon ;).
Edit: I forgot to include the last paragraph, but I was super tired and didn't get around to it. Now it's complete :D