Nightmare Note

Nightmare Note

Nightmare One:

Darkness and the cold touch of a concrete floor was all he could observe of his surroundings. The blindfold over his eyes obscured his vision and the ropes tied around his wrists and feet prevented him from moving far. There was nothing he could do except wait for his captor and hope that the dread gnawing at the pit of his stomach was false. It could not be him.

'I was taking a stroll along campus grounds, waiting for Yagami-kun. I made it to an empty clearing when someone attacked and blindfolded me....' L wiggled around in an effort to at least sit up rather than remain lying on the rough concrete. He guessed he was in some sort of cellar without heat or light, and situated deep enough underground to drown out all sounds from the outside world. He shivered as he heard a door open and shut.

There was a chuckle and the sound of footsteps approaching. The dread gnawing within him intensified and he resumed his struggle, his mind screaming at him wordlessly. There was danger in that chuckle and those footsteps, danger in the presence he felt watching him. He cringed as the image of two black-hole eyes staring down at his prostrate body flashed within his thoughts, and there was another chuckle.

"I never knew you to be so timid, or is this an act to entice me more?" L drew in a breath at the familiar voice kept deliberately in a monotone, the unadorned cadence chilling him deeper than any spoken threat. He pulled at the ropes binding his wrists behind his back and bit his lip as he realized the same rope tied his wrists and legs together. He couldn't escape. "Oh? Cat got your tongue? Well....I guess I'll play the cat and you the mouse."

"Untie me, B. You won't be shown anymore leniency if you continue." L replied with his own monotone voice, the thumping of his heart the only sign of his urgency to escape.

"Oh? Like how you had my death sentence commuted to life imprisonment? That was quite a blow to my ego - I couldn't even die in my defeat. The great detective L decided to argue I was too unhinged to warrant the death penalty, and that it was more viable to prevent me from hurting others and myself than to punish me." B crouched down mere inches from L's head and brought a tentative hand to the detective's black mess of hair. The strands were less coarse than he'd imagined as he ran his fingers through the black tangle.

"B, Watari and the task force officers will know something's wrong when I don't return, they'll track you down...."

"Oh? But why would they hunt me when it is much more likely that Kira had gotten to you instead? Your current challenge is not against me, and I'm certain that Watari and the others at Wammy's House still believe you allowed Kira to kill me." B paused and L pulled away from the fingers that were now touching his neck. "Heh, yes....I've inquired about things after I escaped - why my cell had suddenly changed and the new guards didn't know who I was or what I'd done....seems that the great, stoic detective L had become conscience-stricken and decided to fake my death rather than allow Kira to murder me. How heartfelt."

"....it was nothing of the sort. I needed to prove if Kira needed the correct spelling of a person's name to kill them. I simply released a slightly misspelled version of your name and when you did not die, I decided to pretend that you did." L tensed as another chuckle escaped his kidnapper's lips and he felt B wrap an arm around his shoulder. He shivered as B gently rubbed circles on his back and pulled him closer, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. His failed replacement was toying with him -- this gentleness was a trick, a ploy to lower his guard. Like how a cat toyed with a mouse, allowing it to taste freedom before feasting on its prey. "B....let me go. I...."

"No." B brought his lips to the detective's ear and whispered, the warmth of his breath sending a jolt down L's spine. Continuing to caress L's back, B traced a finger from the detective's neck down to the collar of the white shirt, and pressed his lips against L's ear. Like a predator he smelled the fear of his prey and it whetted his appetite; he needed more -- more touching, more tasting, more knowing that the object of his obsession was within his control. He smirked as he moved his hand down the outside of L's shirt, ghosting over the detective's clothed side and stopping at the bottom hem. "You know what I'm about to do, right? Know what I want, right?"

L tensed as the whisper lost its monotone and B began nibbling on his earlobe, the man's hand massaging his stomach through the shirt. He was unable to resist with his body bound by ropes and held securely by the arm around his back. He closed his eyes tightly behind his blindfold as B's hand slipped beneath his shirt, the contact sending a strange shiver along his spine. Perhaps it was because he was unable to move, but his body seemed keenly sensitive beneath B's lips and fingers, especially as his molester's lips moved first to his neck and then his chin, leaving wet kisses in their wake.

"B....stop...." He'd barely opened his mouth to protest when B attacked his lips, slipping in a warm tongue before L could manage to jerk away. At the same time the hand beneath his shirt reached his chest and a thumb caressed his left nipple, sending a shock of pleasure cascading through his body. "Ah!"

B chuckled as L gasped into his mouth, the detective's breath and tongue sweet like strawberries packed with sugar -- the taste drove him wild with want. Pulling his prey closer he deepened the kiss, invading the detective's mouth with abandon while his fingers played with L's chest.

"Ah....ah....." L moaned unwillingly as B's fingers toyed with his nipple, first tracing circles around the perky nub and then pinching it between thumb and forefinger. The detective hadn't known his body was so sensitive there, hadn't known that such stimulation could send jolts racing along his spine nor that his body would crave more of the touch. Though he tried to ignore it, he felt the heat between his legs spreading and his mind growing delirious. He couldn't think. The position his bound limbs forced him into and the unrelenting ministrations of B's hands and mouth stole his reasoning. He could only tremble.

"Yes....nice...." B released the detective from the kiss, his eyes narrowed from his own arousal. It took all his willpower to not tear off the detective's clothing and ravage him until he screamed, same as it took all his self-control not to plunge the switchblade that was in his pocket into the detective's unprotected abdomen. It wouldn't do to rush ahead, and it felt much better to prolong this encounter. "Look at how submissive you are, L....Look at how willing your body is."

"Nnnh...." L clenched his teeth tightly together as B's hand sunk between his legs and rubbed his growing erection through the cloth of his pants. He felt his face redden as the heat between his legs grew with each teasing stroke. He tasted blood before he realized he was biting down on his lip, his eyes tightly shut behind the blindfold. He could not allow this, he had to find some way to escape -- not just to avoid being defiled by his failed replacement but because he knew B wanted him dead. "B...."

The moment L opened his mouth B brought his own down in a crushing kiss, breaking through the detective's momentary surprise to rake his teeth over L's tongue. At the same moment B slightly squeezed the erection beneath his fingers -- the combined actions sent a chill of pleasure racing through L's body and he moaned. His mind suddenly blank, the heat between his legs intensified and he found himself returning B's kiss with vigor.

"Nnnh....ah."

"Yes....hahh." B temporarily broke the kiss to breathe, his eyes glancing down at the detective's lust flushed body while he unbuttoned and unzipped L's jeans. He slid his hand around the detective's erection with a smirk before once more crushing L's lips with his own.

"Ah!" L arched his back and moaned into B's mouth, unable to resist the fingers wrapped around his erection. It no longer mattered that B wished to kill him -- all thought of danger vanished with that first stroke, his mind drowning in oblivion. He didn't even notice B's lips leaving his. "Ah, ah...."

"Yes....that's it, what delicious sounds...." B spoke in a breathy voice, his hand becoming sticky with precum. "You want more, don't you? L...." He brought his lips back down against L's ear and tugged gently at the earlobe to drown out notice of him unzipping his own zipper. "Don't you?"

"Ah....B...." L spread his legs as far as his binds would allow him, his body no longer ruled by reason but by instinct.

"L...." B kissed the detective's neck and stroked his prey's erection more firmly, focusing on the crown. The friction produced by his hand pulled soft moans from L's throat, and with it copious amounts of precum issuing from the twitching member. B pressed himself close against L, his face cradled against the detective's white neck as he pulled out his own erection. It was of similar size to L's and coated with precum -- he hissed in pleasure as he straddled L and used the hand stroking his prey's erection to hold both of their throbbing members together. The friction was delicious. "Ah....ah. Yes...."

L arched his back and thrust into his captor's hand, his mind delirious and the pain from his tightly bound limbs numbed by the pleasure. On the contrary, his inability to move or see seemed to intensify his sensitivity to touch, and the constant ministrations from B's mouth and hands bombarded him with sensations he couldn't escape. The heat spread through him like a poisonous flame, and he felt himself getting nearer and nearer to release, the sound and feeling of B's heavy breath on his neck driving him wild.

"Ah....ah....B." L squeezed his eyes shut tighter and sought for more of that delicious friction to bring him release. Just seconds - seconds - longer and he would reach that point of no return. Just seconds away -- "Ah....Ow." L hissed in pain as B let go and kicked him in the stomach, the latter's harsh breath now tinged with laughter.

"You think I'll just allow you to orgasm?" B snarled, his eyes narrowed and glowing crimson. He kicked the detective again more viciously. "You, who ruined my life by taking me as a proposed replacement for yourself? I would've been just fine if I'd never entered Wammy's House -- maybe I would've still become a criminal, but I would've still been me then. Not some manufactured copy...."

"B....That isn't my fault....I didn't intend...." L winced at the soreness of his abdomen, the pleasure he'd felt just moments ago drowned out by the pain. The ropes tied around his legs and arms burned worse than when he'd first noticed them, and his heart pounded with intense fear.

"Shut up. I was just an experiment! A guinea pig used to see if it was possible to make an exact replica of yourself!" B pushed L roughly against the cement floor and tore the blindfold from the latter's face. "You cannot deny it! You treated me different than all the others, called me an experiment not to simply see if I could become your successor, but to see if you could create an exact copy that reflected yourself and mannerisms!"

"That wasn't exactly my....." L froze as he noticed the frenzied gleam in B's eyes and the knife in his captor's hand. He'd seen this one countless times through a monitor during B's first years at Wammy's House; the teen had possessed a haunted look during his first few months and that, along with their similar hair and eye color, was what had prompted L to mention to Watari 'It seems I'm looking at my reflection.' If he had known what his comment would cause, he would've held his tongue. "I never wanted you to become my exact copy."

"Liar! Why else did those at the orphanage tell me to dress a certain way, eat certain foods -- or to otherwise behave like you?! Don't try to deny it and say I became this on my own -- how else could I pick you out as being L when I never met you in person before? I was molded to become you, and so I recognized you the moment I saw you."

"It's true I cannot refute what you say about being molded to become me, but...." L tensed as B brought the knife to his throat, the touch of the blade cold against his paling skin. 'It was Roger's and Watari's mistake....they acted on my foolish comment and tried to truly make B my reflection....' "B, we can sort this out after I catch Kira....once the investigation is over I will...."

"No." B smirked, the wildness in his eyes suddenly tamed. He placed the knife on the cement floor and brought his face within an inch of L's. "You will not be catching Kira....that honor shall belong to me."

"B, you don't mean that you're....you plan on taking my place in this investigation? They....I've already introduced myself to the task force and....they will know you're not me. If you act how you did during the Los Angeles BB murders....no one will fall for such an act."

"Oh? But I deliberately decided to act wackier during that case....and I didn't meet you before so I wasn't entirely sure how you acted....but now that we've met, you can give me some pointers. Oh, and information too, about the task force and investigation."

"No. I will not give you such information nor will I allow you to replace me in midst of this investigation. Even if you kill me and are able to trick the task force, Watari will know B....he will not be fooled."

B brought his lips down on L's in a gentle kiss, his hands cradling the detective's cheek; he chuckled at the tremble passing through the body beneath his.

"I know Watari won't be fooled, but if he wants you back unharmed he'll have to play along. I do not intend to kill you until I actually defeat you....Lawliet."

"B....you...." L's cheeks paled considerably when B said that name, the name he had to keep secret in order to survive the Kira investigation. He trembled more noticeably, and his heart jack-hammered in his chest from the threat held in that one word.

"You understand that, if you don't follow along with my plan, I'll just let that name slip into Kira's possession. Then the task force and Watari will have no choice but to use me to solve the case."

"What....what will stop you from giving that name to Kira the moment you meet him even if I agree to follow your plan?"

"Haven't you paid attention to what I said? I want to defeat you before I kill you. Besides, that 'enemy of my enemy is my friend' crap just annoys me." B kissed L again before lifting himself off the detective, his sharp black eyes drinking in L's disheveled form. He chuckled as he noticed the detective's erection, that had become soft during their conversation, begin to twitch with life once again. "Here's more incentive for you to decide."

B smirked and positioned his head between L's legs; holding the reawakening member in his hand, he licked it from tip to scrotum, and then back up to the tip.

"Ah, B...." L's widened eyes watched as B wrapped his mouth around the crown and sucked. The detective gasped as pleasure and heat crashed through him in waves. His body quivered in memory of how close he'd been to orgasming, and as B's tongue lapped at his stiffened arousal he lost all rational thought. "Ah, ah...." He watched with a mixture of desire and fear as B took in more of his arousal, engulfing the entire thing with a warm and moist mouth.

B's tongue swirling around the tip, teasing the tiny slit, and B's hot breath tickling his sensitive skin pulled L into a torrent of lust. His body burned for release, and B's mouth lifted him closer and closer to that peak.

"Ah ah...ah....."

"Heh heh." B chuckled as the detective instinctively thrust into his mouth, his eyes alight with desire.

"Oh! Ah...ah...." L arched his back at the sudden jump of pleasure jolting through his groin – B's chuckling vibrated on his cock, intensifying the murderer's sensuous sucking. "Ah...ah...Ah AHH!"

L almost screamed in his orgasm, and exploded in B's mouth with a force that caused the wild-eyed man to choke on L's hot thick release.

Surprised and coughing on the detective's cum, B released L's cock, and flinched as a delayed squirt of hit his face. He blinked as the hot liquid dripped down his cheek. The detective gasping as his body cooled down from its climax, B narrowed his eyes and lunged for L's mouth. Thrusting their tongues together, B sloshed L's cum around inside the detective's mouth. Forcing the detective to taste himself.

"Nnn....mmmhh.....nnnh." L moaned, his flaccid cock twitching at B's smearing their tongues with the taste of semen and saliva. His heartbeat quickened, his brain wiped blank.

B broke the kiss laughing.

"Thanks for the most entertaining video." He grinned and pushed the detective toward the camcorder recording everything. "If you don't want me to show it to Kira or the officers in the task force, you'll comply with my demands."

L blanched.

"B...."

His protest was cut off by the cock thrust without warning into his mouth.

"Suck me."

L's eyes widened staring up at his fellow orphan, his body still bent uncomfortably by the chains wrapped around his limbs. The camcorder continued to record in the background.