Title: Possession

Rating: R

Genre: AU / Angst

Warnings: Blood, a bit of cursing, strong sexual content

Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, all rights go to the respective owners.

Summary: This man, no, this spirit, was real. I thought that I wasn't Kira, and I was right.

Number of words: 1,378

A/N: This is rated R for a reason, trust me. I have seriously surprised myself with this. This is my first time writing yaoi outside of RP, so I hope that it comes out okay. And it's over 1,300 words! ^-^

There are a few more things that you should know. I am hoping to make this into a fic series. Light and Kira are two seprate people, although Light prefers to call him a spirit. This is an AU fic, so there are many possibilities. In this fic, there are many mentions of Light/L. However, the pairing (I guess that what you'd call it) is Kira/Light.

I hope you enjoy.

Notes:

Light's speech: “I like apples.”

Kira's speech: “I like apples.”

Light's thoughts: [I like apples.]

Kira's thoughts: {I like apples.}

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"If I were Ryusaki, would you want me to stop?"

The voice echoed through my ears, causing the hair on my arms to rise. This man, no, this spirit, was real. I thought that I wasn't Kira, and I was right. I am not, but this spirit is. He looks just like me, with the exception of his eyes. He knows everything about me, and for some reason, I don’t want him to stop doing this to me. His hands are slowly unbuttoning my shirt, and I can see him begin to grin as I whimper. "Please stop," I say, not trying too hard to push him off of me.

“Light, please don't struggle. I know you better than that.”

His voice sounds wonderful to me, but I'm beginning to wonder if that’s just because I know that it's my own voice with a more sinister sound to it. I don't really want this man, to stop, but I fear that if he knows that, then he'll just leave me here, and go back to wherever he was hiding. I wouldn't stand for it.

"Um, Kira?" I spoke softly, just after he had finished unbuttoning the white shirt. We were definitely opposites, and he was something that I had always wanted to be. Well, besides the fact that he kills people with a stupid notebook.

"Yes, Light?"

I look at his red eyes, "Kira, just exactly where have you been? Why are you just now talking to me?"

It looked like he had to think about that one. I laid there patiently awaiting his answer, and it seemed like it took forever, his eyes became half-closed, and he sighed.

“I really don't know, Light-kun,” Kira replied, “I admired you, so I decided to pay you a little visit before you died”

“Before I die?” [What the hell is he talking about?]

“You will die in a few weeks, Light-kun, as will I.”

"Okay, enough of that," I said, "I don't want to hear that!"

"But, Light, it's the truth."

-He's trying to mess with my emotions. That will not happen.-

"Screw your truth. Just because you're going to die doesn't mean that I will!"

"Calm down, Light." There was that voice again. It was hypnotizing me. "You're okay, don't be so tense."

"I'm okay," I said, staring down at my exposed abdomen. "Sorry, I got carried away."

Kira just stared at me. I don't think that he was expecting that to come out of my mouth. His feather-like fingers guide me down onto the floor, and that's when I know what was coming.

The red-eyed man looked into my reddish-brown eyes and kissed me possessively kissed me on my lips. I felt his tongue part my lips and beg me for entrance into my mouth, which I allowed. Our tongues played with each other, like they were competing for something. My heart began to race, and so did his. He broke the kiss, and proceeded to suck on my neck. It felt wonderful.

[Kira was wonderful.]

[No, he was more than that.]

[Kira was the god of the new world.]

[More like the god of my world.]

I could feel his hand sliding down my abs and stopping at my waist. I felt my face begin to turn red, and he turned his head toward my own.

"Are you ready?"

Those words caused me to shiver. I nod my head "yes", and he starts to unbutton my pants. His hands found their way around my member, which was now being sucked by Kira. [Why? What did I do to deserve this?]

[Why am I fighting him? I want to know what it's like to be with a killer. I need to feel the rush of living on the edge.]

And then, there were those sucking sounds. Oh god, those sounds. They were wonderful.

Kira was licking my shaft now, causing me to shiver a bit. No one had ever gone this far with me. Ever. Ryusaki and I had never ventured this far, we said that we would save that for the special day – the day that we would be alone and live together without all of this Kira business going on.

Kira looks up at me, his tongue flicking over the head of my member, allowing him to taste the precome. It feels wonderful, but I can’t stop thinking of Ryusaki the whole time. A soft moan escapes my lips as this man, whom I might as well call my reflection, stares up at me as he begins to use his throat.

“Mmm, Light-kun . . .”

[It should be an abomination to say things like that to a minor.]

“Perv,” I murmured, hoping that Kira didn’t hear me.

And that’s when I felt it – and I screamed louder than I had ever before.

“You bastard!” I screamed, tears running down my cheeks. “You bit me!”

Kira laughed, and I won’t ever forget it. His red eyes glaring at me, his smile could have killed me just then.

“Aww, Light,” Kira said, smirking, “are we in pain?”

[I could kill him right now. With his own Death Note. No, as a matter of fact, I’ll use a string and suffocate him.]

He kissed me again, pressing me harder against the floor; he kissed down my neck until I stopped moving. I moaned and scratched at the wooden floor as he slid his knee between my legs. “Oh, Light-kun, you are so intoxicating.”

[Intoxicating? I’ve never gotten that one.]

I would try to push him off of me, but things wouldn’t be in my favor. He pulled my pants all the way down and looked at me, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, becoming agitated.

“You have a look that says that you’re better than me.”

[This guy’s a joke – a big joke.]

He pulled a knife out of his pocket.

[Okay, maybe not that much of a joke.]

He put the blade against my face, causing me to shiver a bit. The man looked at me, smiling, “You look innocent now.”

“I hate you,” I spat, making Kira look in the opposite direction with a disgusted look on his face. He slashed my face, leaving a stinging sensation over the area where the blade had hit. It wouldn't be long before I would probably bleed all over myself. I wouldn't cry; that's what this bastard wanted.

“You're an idiot.”

I was bold for that one.

Kira slashed me again, in a different direction.

Maybe I deserved that one.

“Now you look like Kenshin Himura,” he said, smiling almost innocently. I was annoyed by his satisfaction.

“Very funny,” I said, feeling the blood trickle down my face and onto my chin. The red-eyed man liked up the trail of blood, stopping at the base of his assault and sucking on the “X”-like mark on my face. I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I couldn't give in to Kira. He would never control me. Never.

“Light-kun!” Kira sounded happy, “You're crying!”

I sighed, and that's when I knew that I would never be able to get away from him. “Yes,” I said, I relaxed, waiting on my end, because Kira wanted to be the one who killed me.

He raised the blade up and then cut my stomach in a dramatic fashion, as if he were writing in the notebook. He did it once again, in a different direction. I cried out with every little movement that the blade made on my skin. For the angle that I saw him doing this, it looked like he was writing something on my body. There was a puddle of blood forming around my midsection, causing my white clothing to become permanently stained with what I would like to call “sin”. Kira laughs again as I whimper beneath him and try to kick him away from me.

“Light-kun,” he whispers, “you're mine now.”

I was not going to be made into someone property.

To be continued . . .