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Normally, Light despised glitter. Once as a prank, Sayu filled his birthday card with mountains of loose glitter and it covered the entire kitchen floor. For weeks, he found speckles of the abomination in literally everything: his clothing, on the bottom of his shoes, and it somehow lodged itself into the occasional meal. Till this very day, he periodically spots sparkles in the corner of his eye on the carpet. But now, he can appreciate it.
Every night, when the lighting was just right, the body glitter he dusted himself with illuminated a brilliant ethereal glow that made him look like a God. His iconic winged eyeliner and perfectly tousled hair contrived the image of pure sin and lust; so actually, he was more a Devil than a God. And like the Devil, Light prefers to indulge in whatever he pleases; if he wants something, he gets it, and there’s no room for dispute. L was one of those desires.
They adorned the stage with strobing neon poles and shimmering mist that swirled around his legs elegantly. Light is the star of the club and anyone who sees him knows it. Kira is his stage name, and for good reason. His beauty can easily make any man kill for a single moment of acknowledgment from him. His presence demands attention, and each night he receives it. With every powerful clack of his sky-high heels, heads turned, and Light loved it. All eyes were on him, as they should be. Cheers erupt from the crowd, and the much awaited show finally begins.
Light wrapped his fingers around the pole for support and arched his back while keeping his hips pressed against it, oozing absolute seduction. The audience of the gay strip club whistled, making the corners of his lips curl with satisfaction. He adores the power he holds over them.
Throughout the entirety of his performance, faces blended together, but one stuck out to him: a man all the way in the back. Despite remaining expressionless, something about the way he watched him intrigued him. For Light, being able to read people is child’s play, but he has a hard time determining what’s going on inside his head. Arousal? Absolutely, but that was it.
At the end of his gig, Light walked around to collect tips and scope out potential customers for the Champagne Room. He immediately knew who to target and strode towards his person of interest.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Light asked, using a soft yet sultry tone.
The man saw him coming from a mile away, but he only looked up once he was standing in front of him. “I did. It was a great show, Kira.”
“Seems like someone is paying attention,” he said with a sly smile. Light never saw him in the club before, so he must have picked up on it that night. Most people don’t remember his name, just the shape of his ass and groin. “Is there anything I can call you by?”
“L.”
It wasn’t uncommon for people to use aliases. A surprising amount of married men stop by, but Light can always tell by the tan line on their fingers. However, L didn’t have one.
“L, hm? The name rolls off the tongue nicely.”
“Does it?” L asked, tilting his head slightly. Light immediately recognized the look of cogs turning in the brain. L is analyzing him.
Light nodded and bit his lower lip, happy to find L’s eyes flickering down to his mouth. He’s interested, and that’s a good sign to continue. Light leaned in close so that only L heard his offer. “Yes, I’d like to say it some more. Would you like a visit to the Champagne room? I hope you’ll give me a moment of your time…”
L was quiet with debate, something that Light has never experienced before in his line of work. Every man he approached immediately jumped at the invitation, therefore proving his instincts right about L being different. He isn’t ordinary, and that excites him.
“I’ll go with you,” L finally decided, and with that, a flush of exhilaration coursed through Light.
“Fantastic.” Light took L’s hand and guided him to the backrooms, all the while explaining the upfront fees and unlimited supply of champagne provided, giving him permission to get as shit-faced as he wanted. After all, spending a sliver of time with Kira isn’t cheap.
The room they arrived in was lavish and had a small bar stocked with the finest champagne. Light gestured for L to sit in the plush leather chair as he prepared for what’s coming.
“Would you like some champagne?” Light asked. He then served it to him and watched him take his first sip. After that, the champagne remained untouched on the adjacent table. “Do you know the proper etiquette for VIP rooms?” Light learned quickly that he had to discuss them prior to engagement, otherwise, unwanted situations occurred. And yet, he had to remind them halfway through anyway because they always ‘forget’.
“To not be a pig, I’m assuming?”
“Yes,” Light laughed. “Can I take your coat?” He then hung L’s Belstaff Milford coat. It felt expensive under his fingers. “Do you want me to wear anything special in particular?”
L didn’t even have to scan his outfit before shaking his head ‘no’, and Light agreed with him. He likes the way his black laced corset and shorts emphasises his body. It was one of the more conservative garments he wore, but it showed just the right amount of skin and left the rest to imagination. A mystery is always tantalizing.
Light let the music set the mood and slowly walked towards L, swaying his hips with every step to draw attention to his slender legs. The dim lighting and high heels did his calves justice by contouring his musculature enough to make anyone drool. He then casually circled L and stood behind the chair, dropping slightly to bring his face closer to his ear.
“You’re not like my other clients…” Light whispered, drawing his fingertips over L’s arms and shoulders with a feathery touch. “There’s something about you I can’t quite define…”
“I can say the same about you, Kira.”
“Really?” Light took his time, stroking up and down L’s arms. They were slim, but strong. Subsequently, he straightened his posture and walked around to place his hands over L’s thighs, leaning to meet his gaze. “And why is that? What do you find so curious about me?”
L stared back, studying every micro-expression. “You don’t seem like the type to work here.”
“Is that meant derogatorily?” Light asked.
“No, I simply mean that someone of your caliber doesn’t hang around these places.”
“And what led you to that assumption?”
After another series of silent surveying, L answered. “There’s more to you than meets the eye. I can tell that much. I can’t get a good read on your character.” It was like they shared the same thought only 10 minutes ago, and Light didn’t know whether to feel freaked out or enthralled by it. “When I look into your eyes, I see so many things flashing behind them. I’m becoming overwhelmed. But it’s… fascinating.”
Light blinked, and for once, he’s speechless. Judging by how abrupt L’s prior question was, it’s safe to say that he’s socially incompetent. Either that, or he doesn’t care what others think of him. Light’s behavior confused no one. Despite what he actually thinks, Light will portray whatever is needed of him. So for L to not fall blindly into his pretty eyes and tricks… It’s impressive. He’ll give him that.
“I can say the same about you,” Light parroted L’s earlier comment. Deciding that this interaction was far too entertaining to stop, he stayed and lowered himself onto his lap. “I don’t know what to make of you either.” Light wrapped his arms around L’s neck and got settled. “But I want to find out.”
L didn’t know what to do with his hands. Light noticed how stiff he was and chuckled. “You don’t have to be nervous,” he purred softly. “You have my permission to touch.” Light then took a hold of L’s hands and placed them around his waist. “This varies from dancer to dancer, though. Some of us don’t like to be handled too much, and others are completely okay with it. Consent is key. If you’re confused, or if you’re unsure about whether you can do something, don’t be afraid to ask.”
Far too many times, clients who were too cocky or rowdy manhandled Light. L’s passive personality was a nice breath of fresh air. However, he’ll quickly learn that L’s confidence is nothing to mess with.
To ease him into things, Light started off slow. He tenderly ran one hand over L’s chest, simply feeling the gentle curve of his body. His collarbones were sharp and prominent, and the touch brought a quiet sigh from L.
“You like that?” Light whispered, trailing his fingers up and down his throat. His skin was warm and he could feel the faint pulse of blood that quickened ever so slightly. L tightened his grip on Light’s waist, giving him a nonverbal ‘yes’. For a moment more, he did just that: running his hands up and down L’s chest, neck, and stomach. His muscles flexed under every caress, and Light enjoyed the silent intimacy of contact. Then he rolled his hips on L’s lap, delighted by the accompanied gasp.
“Kira,” L uttered before his hands traveled down to cup the mound of his ass. “That feels nice…”
Light faintly smirked at him before threading his fingers through the back of L’s hair to rouse him further. “Yeah?” He then playfully tugged until his head tilted back. “Then you’re really going to like this.”
Light locked one arm around L’s shoulder and arched his back, before sweeping the other downwards until it was almost touching the floor. After this, he bent his flexible back even further until his free arm completely contacted the ground, and moved his hips against L’s. Once Light felt stable enough, he removed his other arm from his shoulder and graced it along the floor as well, trusting that L wouldn’t drop him. With the new angle and pressure change, their pelvises gyrated closer together.
“Fuck,” L cursed, tightening his grip on him to both ensure the dancer’s safety and his own pleasure. Light made a curious note of L’s language slip-up, recognizing that it was English. “So good…” He’s getting hard.
Slowly, he lifted himself and settled back onto L’s lap. “Does it feel good?” Light breathed, lacing his arms around his neck once again. “Was that English?” he then asked, leaning close to ghost his words into his ear.
At that instant, L groped Light’s ass, causing him to flinch with surprise. “Kira’s bilingual?”
“I used to study a little English back in high school,” Light answered after taking a moment to regain his composure.
“I doubt they taught you curse words.”
Light laughed at that. “When you learn a new language, the first thing everyone does is search for curse words. I’m no exception.” At some point, he felt L’s thumbs soothingly circle the small of his back, and it felt very nice.
“And what does Kira do now?” he questioned before adding, “besides searching for curses in different languages.”
“Well, I’m in university. This is a part-time job; school’s expensive.”
L hummed, continuing the mind-numbing grazes on his back. “So I was right: you are bright. What is Kira studying?’
“Let me get a question in,” Light cut him off. “I’m assuming your native tongue is English, right?” It wasn’t hard to guess after L instinctively cursed in English after he hit a sweet spot. “So what brings you to Japan, then? Your Japanese is very good; fluent even, which means you either studied Japanese, or that you’ve been here for a while.”
“That’s an intrusive question, Kira,” L rebuked whilst clicking his tongue, and scolded Light further by gently digging his nails into his skin.
Light yelped quietly at the reprimand. “It’s only fair: you know that I’m a university student and an exotic dancer.”
L stared at him for a moment. “Fine, I’ll bite. My work brought me to Japan. I’ve been here for several months now.”
“Did you study Japanese beforehand?”
“A little, but I find it’s best to learn from the source, no?” L’s hands traveled back down his ass to massage the muscles, and Light’s eyes shut with relaxation. “And before you ask — because I know you will: I happened upon your club to broaden my horizons, so to speak. This club has the best ratings, and now I see why.” His palms migrated towards his hip bones, where his thumbs ran over the protruding curves and dips.
It seems their roles reversed, because Light was feeling pleasure from L’s ministrations. His heart was beating faster and his face flushed. L observed this and snickered.
“Hm, Kira likes it when I do that?” He then smoothed his hands up and down Light’s thighs, massaging them as well. “Kira has to be tired from a long night’s work… I’m perfectly content with just doing this, you know…”
L’s massages felt so heavenly, yet so sinful at the same time. Light’s eyelids fluttered as he struggled to not melt on the spot.
“Studying all day and working all night… I can’t imagine that you’re very well rested.” One of his hands made their way to the nape of Light’s neck, and with deft fingers, he worked the tissue until it was pliable. “Let me take care of you…” The phrase instantly shot a surge of arousal up Light’s spine, and L saw the evidence of this beneath the dancer’s shorts. “Would Kira like that? If I took care of him?”
Light opened his eyes, witnessing the flicker of hunger flash across his face. The way he was talking and moving his hands contrasted with the docility he presented earlier. He truly couldn’t read him, but he was okay with that. In fact, he loved it.
“Yes,” Light whispered, locking eyes with him.
He’s taking a risk. Light can get fired if anyone finds out. Cameras are in every Champagne Room and they’re routinely monitored. Hopefully Ryuk, one of his managers, is watching him. He’s lenient and can save his ass if circumstances allow it, but he has to be careful. If he stays facing L’s lap, then he might be safe, since there’s only one webcam pointing in a singular direction.
L smirked and brought him closer to rub their groins together. A pleasant sigh fell from Light as he licked over the shell of L’s ear, before moving lower to suckle the lobe into his mouth. Kisses soon littered the entirety of his jaw and throat, but Light reminded himself not to bite too hard, lest anyone find the remnants of his work.
“You’re so good for me, Kira…” L teased his fingers around the waistband of Light’s shorts and slipped them inside to cup his aroused cock. He fondled him and slowly caressed up and down to get him to squirm, paying special attention to the sensitive tip.
Light tugged L’s hair hard and humped against his hand, emitting moans and grunts into his ear. “Fuck — Keep doing that!”
L tutted at him and retreated, leaving Light panting and red-faced. “Normally, I’d love to hear you scream and beg, but you have to be quiet, yes?” He then undid the knot that held the dancer’s corset together, loosening the strings until he could toss the laced fabric aside. “We don’t want anyone to interrupt us…” At that instant, his eyes flickered with intense desire. “Unless… Kira likes risk. After all, there are cameras watching us right now.” His gaze centered towards the corner of the room where the coat hanger was.
L was right. They installed a camera right above the clothing rack. In the dim lighting, it was difficult to spot, but if you looked hard enough, a small camcorder was right there in plain sight. Most clients are too drunk or distracted to notice it.
“But they probably can’t see what I’m doing to you, can they?” L continued, palming Light’s erection to prove his point. “From this angle, your body is blocking their view. But what if I…” He turned him around in his lap and held his inner thighs, threatening to spread them apart. “Now they can see everything…”
Light’s blood throbbed in his ears from sheer adrenaline. The confidence radiating off the man below threw him for a loop, but it set his skin ablaze in the most gratifying way. He hasn’t had this much fun in a long time, but is he actually willing to wager his job for it? Deft fingers gently kneading his thighs coerced him, and he decided that yes, he will risk it. Perhaps his dick was clouding his judgement, but honestly, Light wanted to stop thinking and focus on ecstasy instead.
“Then we better fuck quickly,” he challenged, pressing back to stimulate L’s cock against his ass.
A warm gust of air brushed the back of his nape from L’s chuckle. “You’re sure about that?” he asked, smoothing his hands up Light’s chest to flick his nipples. “Kira could lose his job.”
“Are you going to keep me waiting? We only have 20 minutes left,” Light muttered, closing his eyes to focus on the gentle tugging of his nipples.
“When you ask so nicely, how can I refuse?”
Sarcastic bastard.
L played with his nipples for a moment more, paying attention to the soft exhales and goosebumps from Light. He then kissed under his ear before whispering, “Does Kira carry any lube?”
Light laughed. “No, the Champagne Room isn’t for sex.” He hopped off L and searched around the bar before returning with a small bottle. “But we do have body oil which can work just fine.” Light sat back down on L’s lap and passed him the oil. “Some clients like their dancers extra shiny; it makes pores less visible and gives us a ‘retouched’ appearance. We usually add glitter to make our skin pop, but that’s not happening.”
“Yes, no need for glitter in your —”
“Don’t finish that sentence.” L erupted into cachinnation and earned an embarrassed glare in response. “Shut up and get on with it,” Light mumbled.
L popped the cap off and coated his fingers before reaching into Light’s shorts to stroke his erection. He moaned quietly and ground against L to make sure he’s hard enough to fuck him properly. Soon enough, they were panting messes and couldn’t get enough of each other. Light wrapped his arms around L’s neck and instigated a French Kiss, tugging his hair and turning his head to deepen it as much as possible.
L poured more oil on his fingers and retreated his hand to focus on circling them around Light’s puckered hole. Once he was ready, L slowly pushed one finger inside and carefully thrusted it to prepare him. Light grunted and stiffened up, trying his best to relax to speed up the process.
“Shh, shh,” L cooed, using his free hand to touch Light’s cock through his pants to distract him. “It’s alright, I have you. You’ll get used to it. If it hurts too much, stop me. I won’t be mad, I promise…”
Light nodded and clung onto him tighter, burying his face into his hair as L worked on opening him up. Gradually, he added another finger and scissored him a few times before concentrating on locating his prostate. He felt around and through trial and error, eventually found the sensitive gland. Steadily, L ran his fingers over the nerves and massaged it.
“Yes!” Light groaned. “Right there! Stay right there…”
L grinned and pressed on his prostate, watching as the dancer above him squirmed and gracefully fell apart. He inserted a third finger and left the gland untouched so he wouldn’t orgasm too soon, and stretched him out further before finally pulling them out.
To Light’s surprise, L retrieved a condom packet from his pocket. “Really? You brought a condom with you?”
With a goofy grin, L shrugged. “Do you want protection or not?”
“Give me the damn condom,” Light grumbled with flushed cheeks. “Should’ve brought your entire arsenal while you were at it, like maybe some lube, or something…” He scooted back a couple inches and unzipped L’s pants to pull out his cock. Light tore the wrapper and rolled the condom onto him before stroking him a few times.
“Kira is grumpy,” L commented, fanning the flames of Light’s irritation purposely. “If I fuck you nice and hard, will it make it better?”
“Oh, shut up.”
Light peeled off his shorts and positioned himself above L’s cock. With one hand on his hip to keep him stable, L had the other wrapped around himself as Light slowly lowered onto him.
“Fuck,” L breathed yet another English curse, to Light’s amusement. “Fucking tight…”
Light huffed until L was halfway inside and took a second to adjust before sitting all the way down. The sting was unpleasant, but bearable. L placed both hands on his hips for support and leaned in to kiss along his neck and jaw.
Light rolled his pelvis, getting a feel for how he should move to maximize pleasure while maintaining stamina. He then pressed his chest against L’s and took his time riding him, testing out different angles to get his cock to rub his prostate. A jolt of arousal coursed through him as he found the perfect position, and he quickly hit that spot repeatedly.
“Kira…” L tightened his grip until Light’s skin bruised, his eyelids fluttering slightly with every bounce. “You feel so good… You’re so good for me..!”
“Light,” he corrected. “My name is Light..!”
“You’re such a good boy, Light,” L praised. “Come here.” He brought him in for a rough kiss and groped his ass, thrusting upwards to abuse his prostate some more.
Light moaned into his mouth, feeling his fingers buzz from the intense pleasure. He reached down to pump his own cock, but L possessively slapped his hand away and stroked him instead. Instantaneously, Light whimpered and cried out, overwhelmed by the double stimulation. His thighs twitched as his oncoming orgasm impeded his stamina, so L took it upon himself to finish what he started.
In one swift movement, L lifted Light and walked him over to the bar counter while keeping himself pressed inside. He then laid him down and wrapped his legs around his hips so they wouldn’t dangle off the edge, and continued with his good work.
His thrusts were much deeper and harsher with the position change, so Light clamped a hand over his mouth to silence his loud moans. He gripped the corner of the tabletop to keep his body from getting jutted too much, but his grasp was slipping since he was losing control of himself.
“L, please! I need — I need you to touch me! I’m close!” he begged.
Light saw debate in his eyes, but they both knew they were running out of time, so he ultimately slid a hand down to pump him. L teased his leaking slit and foreskin, making Light’s back arch off the counter. A tight heat knotted in his stomach and he tensed up before convulsing with every spurt from his cock. Wave after wave hit him like a tsunami, and ecstasy consumed him.
After a couple more humps accompanied by English gibberish, L’s orgasm soon followed, and he hunched over Light, his expression placated as if his very soul left Earth. Their bodies lay jam-packed against each other, chests heaving from their rough fucking.
L grasped Light’s hand, offering some quiet comfort as he slowly pulled out. He then tied his used condom and trashed it before returning to wipe him down with a few complimentary napkins from the stand beside the leather chair.
“You were so perfect, Light…” L whispered, allowing him time to come down from his sex-high. He cleaned every inch of him and fetched the dancer’s clothes from off the floor. “I’d offer you a cigarette, but —” L pointed to the ‘smoke-free’ sign near the door. “So this will have to be my parting gift, hm?” He placed his unfinished champagne glass next to him, alongside his business card.
Light sat up and sipped some champagne before reading the card. “L Lawliet?” He scanned the phone number and occupation. “A journalist, huh?”
L put on his coat and winked with confirmation. “That’s correct. I’m only in Japan for another month, give or take.” He helped Light get dressed and fixed his own clothing so he didn’t look like he just fucked someone. “If you lose your job because of me, call that number and I’ll have everything taken care of. I’ll supply you with enough money to get by until you find another job.”
“So everything was a test? The whole time I was safe, but you wanted to see what I would do?” L nodded. “You really are a bastard,” Light sighed before hopping off the countertop, but he didn’t lace his words with malice; it’s more of an observation than anything else. “If you don’t keep your word, I’ll make you regret it.”
“I expect nothing less from you,” L grinned. “You have nothing to worry about: I don’t make promises I can’t keep.” Light turned around so L could lace the back of his corset, and once he finished, L pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Good luck with the rest of your studies, Light.”
“Thank you,” Light said before playfully hitting his chest. “Now get out of here.”
“You owe me a pack of smokes for witnessing that shit,” Ryuk grumbled. “You know my compliance isn’t free, right?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Light waved dismissively. “I’ll get you one tomorrow.”
Ryuk leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet on the table. “Thank god we don’t have audio systems for our CCTV.” He crossed his arms behind his head and absentmindedly watched the surveillance monitors. “So what did that guy give you? It looked like a card or something. Was it his number?”
“That’s none of your business.”
“Ha, so he did! Is he married? It’d be kinda low if he was…. ya know, having a fling with a stripper while having a hubby at home? Yikes.”
“No, he’s not married, Ryuk,” Light huffed, crossing his arms.
“Hey kid, no need to get defensive,” Ryuk cackled. “I don’t care what you do in your free time, as long as you give me the details now and then if it’s interesting.”
“I’m done talking to you.”
“What? I like gossip. Sue me!” Before Light shut the door after himself, he added, “And don’t forget my smokes!”
After his shift ended, the first thing Light did was fact-check L’s credentials, and lo-and-behold: he actually was a journalist, and an impressive one at that. He’s highly respected and wrote some of the most compelling papers of all time. L often bounced from place to place to report, so he wasn’t lying about anything he told him; in fact, he was completely transparent, besides the occasional trickery to determine Light’s character.
As Light got ready to sleep before class began, he took out his phone and messaged the number L provided him.
“Everything turned out fine.
Before you leave Japan, I should show you some of my favorite spots.
There’s a lot of hidden sights you probably don’t know about.
-Kira”
The warm glow from the rising sun peeked through the blinds as he tucked himself in, and no later than five minutes, his phone pinged with a new text message.
“I’m glad everything worked out for you.
I accept your offer.
Japan has many hidden beauties.
Let me know your schedule.
-L”
He sent another text immediately afterwards.
“By the way, how do you get rid of glitter?
It’s all over me.
-L”
Light chuckled and typed out a response.
“You don’t get rid of it.
I learned that from experience.
After a while, you appreciate it.
-Kira”
It was an inside joke that only Light understood. He used to hate glitter, but now he can appreciate it. He hoped that in time, L would too.