That's Fucked Up

Foot Massage

One hot day in hell, Light Yagami thought he should stir up some trouble. So he goes and fucks around with L.

Yes, L is in hell. He's done his fair share of sins, such as falling in love with a mass murderer, not that he'd let anyone in on that fact. And as ignorant people say, gays go to hell.

"What do you want now, Light?" L says.

"Don't be like that, Lawliet, you know you enjoy my company." Light says, chilling on a random armchair.

"While that may be true, it does get rather tiring."

Since hell has warped concepts of reality, the armchair stretches into a couch and L sits down in his half crouch position.

"Why don't you just sit normally?" Light ask. "We're in hell, you don't need 'deduction skills'."

"Since I have sat like this for many years, my body is a custom to the position."

'This is getting boring' Light thinks. Hmmm...

"Don't you think it's kinda hot here..?" Light says, moving to lift his shirt, and "Whoops." Off comes Light's shirt.

He checks L for a reaction, but hr keeps a steady tone, but his eyes are wide.

"Well of course it's hot, this is hell, after all." L's eyes then slowly, unsurly move from his face, down to his midsection.

But his eyes keep moving south, and finally settle. With his eyes glued to Light's feet, L askes "Mind if I give you a foot massage? I'm quite good at it."

'Bout time. I thought he'd never ask.'

Without waiting for an answer, L goes to Light's feet and start passionately rubbing his feet.

"Aw yeah. After this Light, mind if I play as your foot stool? It's more of a kink than just being your bitch." L stated.

The end.