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Seeping through the room, the bare ray of light plunged on his slightly tanned skin, blowing pale white against the mist of definitive brightness. Matsuda pushed him further into the bed and with one shift in his position, smiling when effortlessly the younger boy was dug deep inside the bed, thin twine hands interweaving behind his neck and with a smirk.
"You're beautiful, Light-Kun. Really beautiful." Merging with the tender warmth, both pairs of lips merge into a deep kiss, a sweet pickle bitterness poisoning their time of bliss. The poison of Light's wicked mind.
They had barely given a break from the restraints of the investigation of the Kira case, just home from their work. They do it daily, Light begging Matsuda to fill him up till the rim, to ponder his body with the depth of Matsuda's sweetness. Wanting the man to embrace him with the guideless and inexperienced touches of Matsuda. One easy target to plummet into Light's trap. Nothing but a mere puppet for the devil's play.
To think that they were working on the case with the culprit, Light can only imagine how so naive these people were. And again, he was in the middle of skeptical oblivion, because this was L that he was dealing with. Man who is known to achieve the unexpected.
Light flushed, hands tugging on Matsuda's neck for when they unlocked their lips. After a few pants, they bring their breath back. Before Light had any time to speak, the baring white teeth were gouging into his pale throat, exploring the supple flesh. Light winced, but he enjoyed the pain. With a breath, Light moved forward, tilting his head to provide the man with more of his throat.
His voice was a sweet hush, whispering radiant words into Light's ears, a smirk on his face. "You love me, right?" Matsuda asked.
There was a hesitant flush at the word 'love', the boy's cheek flushed prettily. Barely audible, just enough for them both in a nullable whisper Light grumbled a yes.
Matsuda gasped his tongue which was working on the pale expanse pausing. Matsuda hummed, smirking a beam of evilness, shy and hesitant tease in his voice. "I don't think I heard you right, Light-Kun." His chuckle rumbled against Light's throat, his normal softness messily kissing the teen. "Say it once again." Matsuda cooed.
"I won't." One word from Light, face turning and pouting to the side and with dead eyes, though his body said otherwise, his naked cock twitching at the tease.
Not a moment before Matsuda realized it with his one brain-cell head, guilt creeping up, a thoughtful whine before he comforted the young boy. Matsuda's hands brushed over Light's body as he turned the pale face to look at him, Light's hazelnut brown hairs messily fallen with thirsty wetness. "I'm sorry," Matsuda whispered. Light accepted a kiss on his forehead, the enormous cock inside his hole throbbing as it forced a moan from Light.
Hands pull the boy near Matsuda, framing so that Matsuda was starting into Light. Light had an expression of irritation which not too long turned into a small smile, carving on his face after receiving a shower of kisses from Matsuda. "You look like some sad puppy, idiot."
"Say, do you love me?" Light whispered, looking into the going adult's lightly shaded black iris as Matsuda still resumed to play with Light's body, caressing blows of adoration. Looking up at Light, Matsuda called his name with his 'sweetly satisfying' voice.
"I love you, love you so, so much, Light-Kun."
Light whimpered lightly when Matsuda pounded into him. The thick shaft twitched inside his heat, the tight passage of muscles sucking in Matsuda's cock. Matsuda made Light sit on his lap, a comfortable straddle from Light, and Matsuda continued to thrust inside the boy.
Light stared with heinousness at the wall in front of him, dull and concrete, just like someone who he knew. That someone who he despised. Someone who he wanted dead in front of his eyes, his greatest enemy who he lived with, and each moment in his sight.
Light should be feeling some guilt, recourse for what he was doing. The tender strokes and enticing kisses, so welcoming from such a charming, kind, and soft-hearted man. To think that he was doing this to someone so innocent like Matsuda, sting his heart a little bit. He truly loved Matsuda. The man who had originally fallen in love with his sister, and now with both of them. The man who he seduced to fulfill his unending cravings.
But he was not so good, very sadly. He was a monster hiding inside his handsome body. Light grinned. He kept Matsuda as his doll. A creature to satisfy the demon whenever he ordered the man to, to fuck Light whenever and wherever the boy wanted. It was always harsh and piercing words from Light, prudent stare, and stinging mockery. It either must be that Matsuda loved Light so much and respected him more than anyone else in the team or that he was too unsophisticated to believe someone like Light. A person who was a devil with an angel's face and body.
Warm hands slip to cover the lonely space, cupping Light's slightly supple breasts, kneading the silken flesh. The hand on the boy's lean cock still working up and down as Matsuda flickers the pink nipple, awakening Light, who was deeply lost inside his serpentine thoughts. Looking at the snarl which escaped Light, it seemed that he did not like it, Matsuda quickly bent his head down in obedience. His black hairs fell on the thin and chiseled muscle of Light, tongue stretched out to play with the tight and hardened nibs.
Light sighed, the smallest whine in no time replaced with his normal cheeky and arrogant behavior, turning to the side when Matsuda produced his tongue, swirling it over the nipple. More to come ahead from Matsuda as Light turned his head, small breaths and huffed pants here and there.
Seemingly so devastating, it was only Matsuda who was really involved in the sex. The one who prospered and held Light like that of a delicate and precious flower. Who worshipped the criminal as that of a God, like that of a king. But as for Light, even now, even when his lover was making love with him, all that bothered him was what he could do next. Whom should he kill and whom should he take into his trap for the success of his next scheme.
What strategy would possibly work on that ghostly-looking man? Even if it was too uncomfortable to say that whenever they were doing anything, anytime and anywhere, all Light could think was of L. Each moment living in fear. More than the fear of being caught and exposed and executed, it was the fear of losing to someone like L that made Light feel so pathetic. He who was so brave from the start, losing to some emo-looking intelligent shit, it was unbearable. Light bit his lips in annoyance. He who was the one with such a passive foundation when he received the death note, Light does not want to waste it. It is and should be him who would turn the world into something new, into something better. Not as Yagami Light, but as Kira. Easier to spell, wasn't it?
Light looked at the ceiling, a cry escaping his throat when Matsuda pushed in to meet his prostate, biting on his nipple to trigger every nerve in his body. His lifeless eyes turn to the ceiling with his head heavy, and an irritating groan slipping from his tongue. "Stop doing that! and just…... put it in." Light started with barely a speech but a growl but ended whispering and swallowing his last words in embarrassment, face blushed crimson.
"Oh, you mean my cock? But I'm already in, Yagami-Kun." Matsuda taunted.
Light snarled at the words, his cheeks red and heat-seeping as his heart tightened up. Before he had the blessing of speaking anything, a violent thrust shutter down Light, instead, escalating a loud and shameless moan from the pale throat. Arching his back and with a cry, Light came, eyes closed as he panted after his release staining the sheets.
Not long before Light could take rest and relax, Matsuda proceeded his previous act, nuzzling his head against Light's chest and with a smile devouring the sight, so beautiful, spread in front of him. Strokes on the flaccid cock, making the softened cock rise again, supporting Light's moans with a thrust.
Light's mind was blank, only filled with his thoughts. It was after some time, when Light had calmed down that the same action repeated as before, Matsuda trying to impress him the most with his soft and gentle contacts. The darkness comforted Light's eyes, thankfully which was there to cover the devilishly cascaded shade at the bottom of his eyes, glimmering in pure darkness.
"Say, what do you think about me, Matsuda?" Light speaks with a surprising start, head still averted from Matsuda. There was no need for him to call Matsuda with respect because he was the one in control here. Matsuda, as said, was just a puppet and merely nothing else. One of Light's favorite and most loved puppets.
Not sure and surprised by the sudden question, it was triggering and on the other hand upsetting for some reason as Matsuda questions Light, not sure about things yet. "Eh?"
"I asked, what about me excites you so much, pet? " The arrogance which craved deeply from his voice, mockery so cruel that anyone if not for Matsuda, who had loved Light so much, would have been offended.
But this was Matsuda, a man who is known for his kindness. The one who is usually called an idiot, dumb and kind-hearted. But the only one who called him by another name was Light. Pet. Light's pet who used to obey every word of Light Yagami, comforted him and trusted him with showering his love.
A thoughtful silence and before Matsuda started to speak, his lips dipping down to place a smooch on Light's lips, a small yet love-drenched kiss. "I like every single thing about you, Light-Kun." Matsuda smiles. "You're just so amazing."
"I'm not that much of a good person, Matsuda." Hesitant but strict, Light announced, head-turning back to stare into the man's eyes. If it was anyone who would trust him so much in their group, then it would be and only Matsuda. Turning back to see some things, Light had not done such praisable deeds.
Whining at the strike of bitter words, Matsuda watched Light shuffle on his cock, shuddering and bouncing on Matsuda's thick thighs to reap some resistance, to push the cock inside deeper of him. Giggling at the innocent act, Matsuda beamed with a grin, broad and soothing. Light-Kun is the best. He thought before he spoke.
"Everything about you. Your nature, confident behavior, brave attitude, and inevitable intelligence. Talent to manage things with a cool kind and your pure heart." Matsuda ended with a kiss on Light's abdomen, fingers slipping to his inner thighs which were starting to stroke the delicate, and in mere minutes, his fingers slid into the sleeping entrance, pushing in his long fingers inside the entrance and beside his cock.
"Your innocence proves you are a good person." Matsuda shoved inside his finger, the thick finger rubbing in Light's inner walls, " Ah!" With a shudder Light arched his back and cried a moan, hoarse and honey-dipped voice cupping when he senses the extra intrusion of the fingers with the dick, filling him impossibly full.
Amidst the dizziness of swarming pleasure, Light managed to cry out, whining in ecstasy every time Matsuda rubbed against his prostate, rotting against Matsuda to meet the touch again and again. "Do-do you think I'm - innocent?" His eyes rolled back and his head swung in weariness.
Matsuda picked up one of the thin thighs in his hand, holding them to kiss on the inner part once before shooting a glance at Light. The smooching sound rippled in the silent room, "Yes, Light-Kun, you are innocent. If there was a person with no twisted intentions and pure with his own and unique brilliant ways, that would be you." Matsuda whispered. Thoughtful smile from Light, his head shaking and upset, yet a dark smirk painting on his face. "You- but you know, even L suspects that I am Kira." Light said, caressing Matsuda's head in tenderness. But to tell the truth, the dark gleam exposed dipping under his voice which Matsuda did not seem to notice. A brave question, brilliant yet wicked tactics to trap the person for his benefit.
With a push of his fingers with his cock at the same time, smiling to see Light cry in delight, Matsuda spoke with love. "I know, but whenever I hear L say it, I just cannot help but have my heart sink. Why does L not trust you?" Matsuda caressed the velvet skin on the boy's abdomen, maneuvering the pace with earnestness. "Light-Kun has done nothing suspicious. Light-Kun, on the contrary, you have always been on the supportive side. You, a small high school boy, with your intelligence, I suppose you know how to use it better. How can you possibly be Kira, Light-Kun?"
"You think so? You trust me?"
"Yes, if there was one person I would believe the most, it is Ligh-Kun. I mean, you are out of the question here. You were a normal student. Moreover, you are the son of the Chief. How can you possibly be Kira?" Matsuda picked up his pace, looked at Light who had his eyes half-closed, moaning softly in pleasure and dizzy in bliss. "You are so pure-hearted, kind, and very caring, Light-Kun. You are so dedicated to this case, more than anyone else. The effort you have put, hints, and clues you and L together have found. You and L are the only ones who are capable of it."
Light arched his back, toes spreading out and eyes rolled to his head when Matsuda slammed into him, the loud sounds of slapping wielding. Slick drooled from the side of his mouth, his mouth open in agape. "But what if I say, I am Kira?" He moaned when the cock inside him twitched, so deep that Light could feel the thick rod poking inside his stomach, immersing his inside with the heat.
"Light-Kun, there is no way you can be Kira. If there is one person I ever trust, then that is you. There, there is just no possible chance of you being Kira. You are a very good person and such a thing is impossible!" Matsuda picked Light from the bed, completely unaware of the demonic grin hiding in the depths of Light. Matsuda held Light into a tight embrace, sucking and nibbling on the shoulder blades, his cock pounding into the seeping tightness. "I don't know why L does not trust someone like you, it annoys me sometimes. To the extent that I sometimes suspect L that, maybe he can be Kira. You are the sweetest person in our group, and such a capable boy. It is so impossible to even think of you being Kira. You love us, don't you? Why would you go and kill people? You care for all the people. Is that not why you entered this investigation case in the first place?"
"Very true." Light beams a glee, too clear for anyone to notice but not Matsuda. Light suppressed the urge to laugh right there, seeing now admirably foolish Matsuda was, living in the oblivion. But then again, if seen keenly, Matsuda was the only one who truly trusted Light after his father. So, Light can only expect this idiot to be on his side, though useless, and to believe in his lies until the end.
Matsuda picked his speed, hugging Light against his chest. Their breaths intertwined, heavy and huffed pants. Matsuda pounded Light for some minutes, hard and hips rocking back and forth in high speed before he looked at the pleasure-filled face of Light who was moaning shamelessly and his brows arched. One harsh thrust rightly aimed at his prostate and Light caught his release the second time, the electric bolt spindling to his spine and with a cry. With a grunt, just after Light, following him, Matsuda came as he bit on Light's shoulder blade, spending inside the small tight hole, filling up Light with his semen. "It- it's impossible for someone so pure to be- ha, be Kira." Matsuda pants, his cock still inside the boy and throbbing after its release. The white liquid slipped from Light's hole, staining the sheets with cum. Nor was Light any better. His own cum dripping on his chest, eyes rolled back in elation and his body weak.
"You are a person who looks for the welfare of other people. Definition of a good one. You are like a king who likes to look after people. Say, Light-Kun, how can a king be a criminal? The question 'when' or 'if' does not at all appear because it is impossible for a king to turn into a criminal." Light beads Matsuda confirm his trust in Light, so confident when he said the words, believing in Light solely and entirely.
Just how more naive can a person be? Even though he just said to Matsuda that he was Kira, he just spilled the bean right now, and the foolish man could not spot it. Does Matsuda have one brain cell or something? Or rather, not even that. Innocent, my ass. But it was the executing part, which made him eviler. That Matsuda believed in him so much, more than anyone else. Just like that, the only one Light could expect to be on his side was Matsuda. Anyone may drift off from his side, but not this man, for he was Light's pet. His possession. Light smirks, wickedness blooming in every nerve, how sweetly he can use this man, trapping Matsuda into his mesmerizing spider webs. Matsuda was Light's and entirely his to use however he wanted. And he will. He will use Matsuda for his plans, to prove himself if he was in trouble. And throw Matsuda after his purposes are over. That is what objects are for, to use and throw. That is what pets are for.
"Dummy." Light whispered before he fell on the bed, the tiredness overcoming all of his senses, a happy smile creeping on his face when Matsuda embraced him with the soothing warmth, kissing him to sleep.