Funeral of a Friend

By Derek Smith

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By now, Light had prepared himself for what he was about to do. He felt so separate from the rest of the world that the idea did not even cross his mind as being 'disgusting'. He undid the buckle on his belt before swiftly ripping it out of his trousers, letting them fall to rest around the bottom of his long, slender legs. He stared at the lifeless form in front of him, studying it. The young man's skin was more pale than it usually was, and the trademark bags under his eyes had faded slightly. His hair was jet black and mussed up as it had been in life, and his hands were limp as they clutched the customary funeral flower. He had always looked perfect to Light, which was cause for a large amount of jealousy on the younger man's part. Light knew that he was good looking, but he could never outsmart the likes of L. Until now.

Feeling triumphant again, Light climbed into the coffin, straddling the body. He carelessly tossed the rose out of the grave and moved L's hands and arms out of the way, which was difficult because the remnants of rigor mortis were still present in L's limbs. Light then moved the corpse's black blazer out of his way, giving him free access to the crotch area. He carefully pulled down the trousers, which were hard to move as they clung so tightly to L's body, the opposite of the baggy clothes he had worn while alive. Next were the boxers, which were bright blue and made of soft cotton. They too clung to L's body, which meant that Light could see everything through them. He grinned as he saw the corpse had an erection, which he had expected. It wouldn't disappear for quite a while, he knew, as the body was still quite fresh.

Light then bent over the coffin and put his mouth around L's love meat, almost ecstatic that he was completely in control. He took hold of the body's hips for support and began to move his head up and down the erection. He knew that nothing would come of this, a corpse could not orgasm, but the fact that this would be totally degrading if L knew it was happening was enough to satisfy Light. Now and again he would stop sucking and sit up on all fours, gazing at L's lifeless face as if he expected a reaction. 'This is going all too well,' he thought. 'Boring actually. I think I should spice things up a bit.' He pulled up L's pants and heaved the corpse over his shoulder, using the coffin as a step up to the ground above. He then staggered over to the nearest tree, which Ryuuku happened to be sitting in.

"Make yourself useful, Ryuuku," Light said as he pushed L's corpse up against the tree. "Get me some rope." The God of Death did as he was told and soon returned with some thick ropes. Light used these to tie the body to the tree, L's back facing him. His legs dangled, his funereal shoes at a right-angle to the ground.

"Perfect," Light said with glee, chuckling to himself. He made his way over to the corpse and slid down the trousers once more. He ran his hand over L's buttocks, which were as cold of the rest of him, the skin equally soft because decomposition had not yet settled in. He gave his butt a quick smack, which he found incredibly amusing. Ryuuku just stared, unable to understand why humans would get such a pleasure out of an act like this. Light once again pulled down his trousers, this time jamming his dong right into L's butt without warning. This was a huge mistake though, as he cried out in blinding pain. He hadn't thought that a corpse's butt would be so tight, and he had no lube with him. Pulling out slowly, he began to rub his penis to bring himself to orgasm as quickly as he could. When he did, his willy was covered in enough liquid to act as lubrication. Again he tried to slip into L's anus, but this time he made it easily inside. Gasping with relief, he rested both hands on the trunk of the tree in front of him and began to pump in and out.