Fanfiction Title: A Different Kind of Sweet

Manga/Anime: Death Note

Author: Harley Cooper

Pairings: Misa Amane / L / Light Yagami / Misa Amane

RATED: M

Warning: food play, suggestive language, games, orgy, lemon, het and yaoi. Might occasionally break the fourth wall* during narration. Also features bad-for-your-health OOCness among L, Misa, Light and other characters since there is no real evidence in canon to suggest how they will act in sexually-infused situations. And this story is infused with sex, be warned.

Notes: The first four chapters are set without L and Raito being handcuffed together (this is against canon norm, I know). But I still plan to have them handcuffed after three chapters because I know you girls like that.

Summary: Misa is asking for it. But Raito won't give it. So she goes to L for a sinful encounter. Upon seeing them doing it, Raito agrees to give it to Misa if L joins.

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Oral Receptiveness

One day, without any logical motivation, the beautiful yet questionably sane Misa Amane, the one you see during afternoon infomercials wearing tight Goth clothes as she shows around products all smiley and giggly, was not in her usual cheer to fart out rainbows; instead she was groveling, stomping her foot and flapping her arms. She shrieks. "Pleeeeease!"

If only someone will pay her per hour while whining like a bitch, glamour model that she is. But it certainly isn't going to be Raito Yagami. The price is not his time and the currency will surely (as hell!) not be his penis. He firmly says. "No."

"Puh-ah-leeease!" Like the childish enunciation would be more persuasive.

It only earned an impatient derisive snort and Raito shot a glare at Misa. "No."

"But what else could Misa and Raito do?" The bottle-blonde, pig-tailed Barbie reincarnate pouted without any sign that she has yet to give up the fight. Her so-called boyfriend Raito, however, is entirely opposed to the idea. Yes, he did find Misa the slightest bit of attractive, like one would look at a sad puppy inside a pet store but he never had any inclination to cuddle her like one. Ever. It might or might not be because she is the dumbest, neediest woman on the planet. It might or might not be that Raito is a heartless jerk but, anyway, we decide to stick to the reason that he is a heartless jerk. Or perhaps cold-hearted, yeah, that seems about right, since one still has to possess a heart to judge criminals and write their names on a notebook to kill them, get what they deserve, right? One has to have a heart to pick up the trash and dispose of it, right? But we don't care about shit like that in this story, since Raito has no memories of his murderous rampage anymore, thanks to his crafty, sneaky plan to forget it himself. So let's move on.

It's only unfortunate for Misa that Raito did not have any hots for her; if he ever did get feverish around her, that's probably not because of fluttering butterflies but due to nausea. Having sexual congress with her only increases the bile supply.

We have to wonder if he's gay, but we'll get to that later.

"Why can't you just stay still?" Raito was not the one to fuzz or bitch back but Misa jumping, her voice screeching, is crowning him King of Migraine Town. "The sages say that patience is a virtue and certainly women should—"

"But Raito, Misa is really bored," she complained endlessly. "We haven't been going on dates. Misa doesn't see any reason why you don't want to be intimate with her."

He hated being interrupted and his facial muscles twitched with the suggestion. The excessive third-person reference to herself, that he can handle. The way she is pressuring him about sex, that's aggravating. But he calmly replies. "There are plenty of reasons."

"Like what?"

"First off, it's wasting time."

"And Raito waiting is not a waste of time?"

"Not at all." Raito badly needed an aspirin later. "Now behave."

Misa hated how this self-absorbed boyfriend of hers could just brush her off like that as if she's nobody. Well, she's not nobody and she will not stand for this! She crossed her arms and debated on throwing a hissy fit but seeing that it would be too immature even for her, she decided to stand up and go somewhere else.

Ah, Misa, Misa, Misa...she flip-flops more than the footwear of the same name. Still, watching her leave, even if it's momentary relief, made Raito joyous.

Horny and bitterly disappointed of the outcome, Misa Amane entered the other room puffing air and saw that horribly-disfigured, insomniac detective L, Ryuuzaki the perv, sitting in the sofa, licking a Popsicle in a way only he could do.

"What's the matter, Misa-chan?" That was his welcoming phrase of the day that would allow some serious bitching.

"Raito refuses to have sex with Misa!" She blurted out without considering a moment to pause. She's too pissed to be modest. "He doesn't desire Misa at all! Misa hates it! Raito needs to be inside Misa!"

Behind the cameras, police officer Aizawa looked away from the screen and muttered a silent, "nutcase, this Amane lady..."

"Again? Yagami-kun must get frustrating because he refuses to be inside Misa-san," L, ever so socially gracious, made a slurping sound as he licked.

"I don't understand!" Misa enumerated her talents with confidence in a loud voice that would surely make the rest of the staff watching through the cameras spit in their coffee. "Misa has a good figure! Misa is willing to do any position! Misa is flexible enough! Misa likes bondage sometimes!"

L did not even change his expression, probably incapable of following emotional sentiments or unembarrassed when people talk to him about their sex lives. Or both. Still, he cocked an eyebrow when he heard the word 'bondage' and it seems he wants her to elaborate. But he inquired instead. "Misa-chan really wants to fornicate with Yagami-kun?"

"Misa does!" Misa clutched her firsts, didn't really know what 'fornicate' means but she guessed by the context that it's just another fancy term for sex. She turned to L, occupied with her current woes when she got distracted, watching L lick the Popsicle with so much enthusiasm it has to be a crime. To be quite frank, Misa did not care much about Ryuuzaki the perv because he's everything she hated about a guy: dirty, weird with no intent of compensating for it and gluttonous. Still, she remained in her bewildered position, wondering if that Popsicle shoved in the disgusting pervert's mouth enjoyed the way his tongue circled around it, sucking and sipping the sweet taste with restless focus. Misa had to slap herself mentally when she realized what she was doing. Was she just fantasizing about being that Popsicle? Being licked by L? Ryuuzaki the pervert? Shit.

Misa can't look away that she considered ripping her eyes out. Luckily L, Ryuuzaki the perv, didn't seem to notice. He sucked the Popsicle in repeated rhythms and Misa can almost dance to the beat he was going. Shit.

Oh my god, Misa thought, effing god.

Again, horrified with the thought that came over her, she forced it away but the more she looked at L the odd arousal deepened. But L, Ryuuzaki the perv, is dirty and unsanitary. He won't sleep so he had those big circles under his creepy eyes. He won't comb his hair so it sticks all over his head. He won't put on shoes or slippers. He insists to wear the same plain white shirt and jeans. He insists to sit in a weird way, hold things like an idiot and act so different. Too different that it was tempting to know if he could—

Ah, unmet lust in Misa's loins, thou art a persistent itch!

"Ryuuzaki-kun," Misa chimed. "Why do you like sweet things?"

"They help me think," L responded. He glanced sideways at Misa, still screwing the Popsicle. "Why does Misa-chan want to know?"

"Do you like all sweet stuff?"

"Yes," there was suddenly a flicker of glee in L's eyes. "I like to eat them all."

Misa felt too warm for her own good. She could melt.

"Ryuuzaki-kun," she implored, trying to sound innocent. "Can Misa taste that Popsicle?"

L, Ryuuzaki the fascinating perv, thought about it and seemed to consider it. He nods. "But only a few licks will do. Don't bite a piece."

"Misa plans not to," Misa giggled and leaned closer, feeling victorious. L moved the Popsicle close to her mouth and she stuck her tongue out and tasted the sweet thing. Oh, wow, this is terribly sickening. She actually enjoyed doing this Popsicle in her mouth as L held it, and she could feel him watching her with a child's curiosity. She alternated her licks from gentle to savage, until she ended up knobbing the whole thing.

"Misa-chan enjoys the Popsicle too much," L, Ryuuzaki the desirable perv, remarked, amused with the way the blonde beauty performed her skill. He adds. "Maybe Misa-chan wants it for herself."

"Oh, Misa wants all of it." The sensation going up and down her gut is unbelievable.

"Then I'll give it to you."

"Just hold it while Misa sucks it, please." She pleaded.

L frowned slightly. "But I need to eat too."

"You have been eating too many cakes earlier," she pointed out dismissively. "Why don't you watch Misa finish the Popsicle, eh? Misa will suck all of it, ne?"

Whether L got suspicious of the implication in her statement, we won't know for now.

"Ryuuzaki-kun," she said, taking a pause from sucking the candy. She had an idea. "Can you lower the Popsicle above your lap, please?"

"Why, Misa-chan?" L narrowed his eyes, the cloud of suspicion now apparent but still hazy.

"Just do it!"

L, Ryuuzaki the ravishing perv, complied. Misa got to her knees and on the floor in front of L and pulled herself up to meet the level of his lap. Then she began sucking again. L was now purely astounded of what she was doing. He was getting excited, watching her devour the Popsicle in this angle.

"Misa-chan, you make it look like I'm an amateur when it comes to eating sweets," L complimented her.

Misa stopped to take a breath then she smiled at L, welcoming him to participate. "Misa observed the way you lick, you're not that bad."

"If Misa-chan thinks so then I value her opinion." L replied, smiling awkwardly back at her. "But I really need to eat something. You're the one who only does the sucking."

"Oh do you also want to suck something?"

"Of course." L bit on his thumb, offhandedly adding, "you make me hungry."

And that was all it took. It was strange how he can say words like "suck," "lick," and "eat" as if food is the only thing that can be sucked, licked and eaten. The blonde beauty knows too well that there are more things to be enjoyed when you are really, really hungry.

Misa reached out for the sugar container. She twisted it open and dipped her fingers on it.

"You still don't have enough, Misa-chan?" L inclined his head to the side, the Popsicle melting in his fingers but he didn't seem to care.

"Misa wants to give you more." She showed him her fingers and prompted, "go on. Ryuuzaki-kun can lick them."

L's eyes widened impossibly. He nibbled on his thumb a little more. "Is it really acceptable for Misa-chan if I lick her?"

"Oh, Misa is sure!" She giggled again. "Misa is almost finished with the Popsicle anyway. Then Misa and Ryuuzaki-kun could take turns biting a piece from it."

L still looked unconvinced and he squirmed from his seat. "Ah, I appreciate Misa-chan's effort to be a good friend."

"Yes," Misa grinned. "Good friends feed each other as long as they could."

L, discarding the Popsicle to the floor, reached out and took both her wrists and began licking her fingers slowly, wiping every bead of sugar from them. Misa moaned. L didn't mind; he was concentrating on what he was doing. He tasted her skin mixed with the sugar without pausing.

"Ryuuzaki-kun?" she cooed. "Would it be all right if we go to that couch? It has a bigger space. We could sit close together."

"Would that be necessary, Misa-chan?" L frowned a little.

"Ryuuzaki shouldn't be stubborn." Misa winked at him and took a doughnut from the counter. She was appalled to see just how many stock of sweet stuff he had all around this room.

Ryuuzaki the obedient perv followed Misa to the couch and was about to sit the way he always does with his feet on the couch when Misa said, "Sit properly, okay? Just this once."

"But I like the way I sit."

Misa did not listen to him and started sitting on his lap. L stiffened with the contact and did not say anything. He was looking at Misa with his round eyes as if scared of what she might do next. He was biting on his thumb harder now. Misa sat facing him, legs spread on either side.

"Ryuuzaki-san's cute." She teased.

"Misa-chan, I think we should--"

He was cut off when Misa squeezed the doughnut between her bosom. She was wearing one of those tank tops that show cleavage. She pressed the doughnut securely and watched how L would respond to this treat. "Well, does Ryuuzaki want to eat or would he like to starve?"

L got the whole idea at last.

Behind the cameras, Aizawa perspired and glanced nervously at Mogi whose reaction was unreadable but both police officers felt perverted just watching this, not to mention they'll be accessories to a crime, which they have no name for yet but this sort of thing has to be fucking illegal.

L looked at Misa seriously now and said, "Misa-chan, I will eat the doughnut because you and I both know I could not resist it."

"Yes, Misa knows."

"And I might grab your breasts to dig in."

"Misa wants that."

"You must also understand that your seduction techniques are impressive and if they never worked on Raito-kun, he had to be gay."

Oh, we're getting to that.

"That is so sweet, Ryuuzaki-kun!"

"And after I finish, you will promise not to speak about this to anyone."

"And if Misa tells Raito about it?"

"Then I will ask Watari to strip you naked, Misa-chan, pour chocolate syrup on your skin and have him prepare you as my dinner."

"You are not making things easy for Misa."

Without warning, L dug his bony fingers on Misa's chest and lowered his head to bite the doughnut. He chewed slowly, taking his time as he massaged her breasts. Misa liked the way he touched her. She felt like she was one of his favorite treats that he savored by each taste. He teased those delicate fingers on her with more pressure. Her hands swept on his unruly dark hair, urging him to indulge his gluttony and use her to fulfill such wicked sin. L obliged without caring what pleasurable torment he was putting the blonde beauty into, not knowing how dreadful it would be for her if he finished eating.

"This is pornography." Behind the cameras, Aizawa speaks aloud. "I barely watch free porn on the net but I had my share. This is really offensive and not the good kind. We should turn the whole thing off, Mogi-san."

Mogi flicks the monitor screen button off as he was asked to. The two men had to make sure neither Raito nor the Chief will find out. L might talk to them about this indiscretion and might also destroy the tapes himself. Good, that would keep things here professional, not like it's the good kind professional with L as the head investigator but nevertheless the task force tries to attain a bit normalcy as often as they can. And Misa-Misa porn is controversial crap they can't deal with.

"L," Completely unsupervised now, Misa moaned the detective's name and wished it wasn't only a single letter but a longer one so she could pronounce it, syllable by syllable.

"Yes, Misa-chan?" he looked up to her.

"What is Ryuuzaki-kun doing? Don't stop."

"But you called my name."

"That's because Misa wants to," she shoves his face back to her chest, "Ryuuzaki-kun just has to enjoy his meal, okay?"

"I'm done, Misa-chan."

"WHAT?" that angered her.

"You can get off now, Misa-chan."

Misa had never been so disappointed in her entire life but she sighed and stood up anyway. L went back to his usual sitting position and eyed her carefully.

"Misa-chan was really helpful tonight," he told her.

Misa beamed at that and decided that it wasn't such a bad experience. "Misa thinks it was too short though."

"Brevity is always the first step to longer gratification." L bit his index finger. "Misa-chan must keep that in mind."

She blushed and could not believe L, this abysmal pervert, could make her feel so wonderful and special. "Misa would surely like to do that again."

"But not too soon." L inquired. "We must be careful not to arouse any suspicion, Misa-chan. In the meantime, Misa-chan should concentrate on how to make Yagami-kun succumb."

"You're right!" she almost forgot. "He is Misa's boyfriend!"

"Good night, Misa-chan." L waved her off as he reached for a lollipop, apparently he ain't done indulging himself yet.

Misa Amane smiles and walks off surprised on how casual their activity had been. She passes Aizawa on the hall leading to her room. He greeted her but he had a funny look on his face. Oh he saw, Misa thought, giggling to herself as she closes the door behind her.

She was even more surprised how willing L had been to her. She can't help but think of him as so giving and kind to do her a favor like that. And all she could ask herself is if she could have sex with that detective pervert. It sounds dangerous and exciting, kinda like in the movies!

Next time, she promised herself, Misa will be the one to taste him.