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 Posted: Sun Apr 27, 2008 9:59 pm
Hokay, so heres the deal; This is a private Death Note RP. I'll be L and I need a Light. The story is as follows:
L is a slave who's sold to a prince who is supposed to be married soon. Prince Light is extremely violent, and obsessed with conquering all the known countries and more. That, and finding a suitable wife who doesn't care that he's a violent control freak and who'll worship the ground he walks on.
When he accidentally kills his personal slave, he gets pissed to find that his new one (our lovely L) doesn't completely submit to his will.
I need someone to be Light. I don't mind how we do it.
That sounded wrong.
I mean I don't mind if you want to RP through this thread, PMs MSN or AOL.
I won't post until I get a PM from someone who wants to be Light along with a sample post. Please and Thank you!
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 7:09 pm
Midoriko-dono Prince Light sat comfortably in this throne, his legs crossed as he rested his cheek on his closed fist. His smile was lazy, but his eyes showed a wild array of emotions he would never voice. "Explain to me how exactly he died," he said calmly, his voice never wavering, "and explain how exactly you are going to go about fixing this problem." The shaking young man in front of him whimpered quietly. "I-it appears, Your Highness, that Your Highness was too rough, and the slave did not make it from His Highness' latest 'playdate.' We do, however, have another suitable partner for His Highness." The arrogant prince waved his free hand. "Well, bring him out then." The servant almost fell over in his haste and immediately brought forward the new personal slave. Light had no idea how, but he saw that this one was appealing. He was lanky, not too short, but his stature was slouched. His hands were by his sides, clenched into fists. What pissed off the ruler was his eyes. They were darkly rimmed, probably from lack of sleep, and full of disobedience. "What the hell is this?" he demanded. "I wanted a slave, not someone grabbed off of the streets!" Ombrophobia The slave crossed his arms, and looked away uninterestedly. If it weren't for the Prince's violent nature he would had stormed out by now and went to find somewhere to sleep, or eat something sweet. Though, regardless of his apathy, L looked back at the ruler and noticed something that fascinated him. The Prince actually looked rather handsome. He didn't show his interest on his face, and nor did he break eye contact as he silently admired the other man. Prince Light glared daggers at the other, while L simply stared back apathetically. He'd heard the Prince was handsome, but no one said he was this good looking. L was immediately captivated, despite his wicked disposition, and decided that he would like to figure out if there was another side to this handsome man before him. He was 72 percent sure there was. So he broke away from the other servant's grasp and walked up to the prince, "Please allow me to serve you, Your Highness," L asked softly. He didn't say this out of a desire to be submissive or fragile. Rather, he was simply curious, and hadn't had the energy to say it loudly. He bowed deeply, but didn't touch the ground, for fear he might fall and go to sleep. The prince was intreguied. He, as well as his kingdom, knew that he was extremely intelligent, and he prided himself on reading others. He knew the moment he saw this other man that he was prideful, and yet, here he was, kneeling at his feet! He looked down upon his new slave, his smile not reaching his eyes. "Rise," he commanded, his tone a bit softer than he normally bossed slaves around with. "Name and age," he demanded harsher to the other servant, not expecting the new slave to respond.
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Posted: Mon Sep 15, 2008 6:43 pm
L rose when commanded to, and shifted his weight when asked his name. He'd decided that he didn't want to disclose that information, so he replied with, "Call me L." He hoped this answer would suffice, but didn't let any emotion reach his face - despite the fact that he was very worried. The other servant had said that Prince Light's last slave died form something they did, but L was oblivious as to what... But whatever it was, he figured he'd have to watch the Prince carefully to avoid it.
"May I ask what exactly my purpose is as your slave?" L said as he slinked over to the man's side. He didn't get within arms reach, however, just in case the young royal would be angry at his advance. He was about 54 % sure he would be mad about the others informality.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 4:42 pm
Hearing this... 'L' answer his question instead of the other nameless servant as he asked was frankly no shock to Light. Just looking once into the eyes of his new slave told him that this one would not be easy to break.
He raised an eyebrow as the other male approached his throne, no respect for his authority. At the question, he almost laughed, his eyes hardening slightly. He leaned forward, a smile pasted on his face while he ghosted his sweet, honey-scented breath across his new slave's face.
"Why, whatever I want you to do," he spoke in a low tone, seducing his prey. "If I tell you to get on your knees and suck, you ask how long I want to prolong my orgasm."
He sat back in his seat, resuming his dominant position, a truly evil smile spreading on his lips, waiting for the information to sink into the newest member of his slave's head.
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Posted: Tue Sep 16, 2008 5:23 pm
L quietly absorbed this new information, and again, shied away from any sign of emotion. So that's what kind of slave he was now... "I don't know how to do that... When do I learn?" He asked, trying to use as few words as possible. This wasn't out of submissiveness, just curiosity. Later he would make sure his new master knew that he wasn't one to be easily broken.
He shifted his weight, feeling uncomfortable, but still showing nothing short of his usual apathetic look. He stood there and waited for his new master's command, praying that his first... sexual experience would still be in private. Even if it were, he began plotting on how he could put up a fight with out too much consequence.
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Posted: Fri Sep 19, 2008 7:58 pm
Frankly, Light was pissed. He was purposely throwing his weight around to rile up the new slave, just to get a rise out of him, and it wasn't <********> working!
He took a breath, calming his nerves, the smile still playing on his lips. "It has been awhile since I've gotten a virgin," he mumbled thoughtfully, "I can't guarentee I won't rip you to shreds."
He sighed dramatically, waving a hand towards a servant in the corner. "Dinner, if you will," he said, although it was obviously a command.
He stood and gestured to his new, disobediant-eyed slave. "Follow me," he commanded, rising and heading toward the Dining Room. He was pissed that L had actually just taken that in stride, not even getting flustered as all the previous concubines had.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 1:40 pm
L was frightened to say the least. And he was angry that his question had still not been answered. He was 78 percent sure that the prince would rip him to shreds, and he suddenly regretted doing this. Begrudgingly, he followed his new master, now unable to hide his fear. Each time the prince would glance back to make sure he was still walking behind him, L couldn't help but flinch at the harsh glare.
Once in the dining room, L stood awkwardly next to the prince once again, not knowing weather to sit in the chair next to the grumpy royal, or to sit on the floor, or just stand there, so he simply stood there, hunched over, and trying to calm himself down.
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 8:44 pm
As L flinched, Light inwardly smiled. At least he had some fear instilled on the dark-haired slave.
When they arrived at the Dining Room, Light laughed lightly as his new slave stood by his chair nervously. He must have been just taken off the streets, because he didn't know what to do.
"Kneel," he commanded, waving towards the cushion near the corner of the table. He started eating calmly, another servant silently passing a full plate to L.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 1:31 pm
L obeyed his master and reminded himself not to get too obedient. He stared at the plate in front of him, wishing it were sweets, but began eating anyways. L glanced up at the prince, who ignored his existence, and quickly looked back at the plate in front of him.
There was a silence between the two, and L savored it, even though it was far from peaceful. He wondered if it would be silent like this all the time, and hoped it would, since he wasn't the best when it came to words. In fact people often mistook his eloquent speech for smugness.
He wasn't smug though, rather, L was actually quite harsh on himself. He'd rather spend his time learning and trying to better his mind than anything else. When he was 14 he stopped going to school, because he wanted to learn at a faster pace.
At least that's what he told himself. Sure, it was part of the reason he dropped out, but it was more because he didn't want to be around people. They were cruel and abusive to him, so naturally he didn't enjoy school in the least.
A sudden pang of regret hit the slave, and L now wished he'd become something more prestigious than a sex slave for a cruel prince.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 6:21 pm
Light finished up quite quickly, considering. In actuality, he had no other engagements for the rest of the evening, and he had planned on enjoying his new slave. While he was quite cruel, he did take some considerations in his partners.
"How would you like your first time?" he asked, his eyes flickering down to the strangely arousing sight of his new slave licking some food off of his fingers. Light could feel his groin stirring under his soft pants.
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 7:49 pm
L thought for a moment, his index finger still between his lips, "Gentle," the slave answered, "But I'm 78 percent sure that's not a possibility," he added. Once finished with diner, he hugged his knees to his chest and waited for the prince's orders. He shied away from the man's gaze, afraid he might be glaring again, and sat on the cushion by the table patiently.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 5:27 pm
Light laughed lowly. He'd never gotten any answer remotely similar to that before. He had gotten a 'painless' from a former slave, but never gentle. And he had to admit again that L was looking delicious with his finger in his mouth. If only he could wrap it around his c**k instead...
"I was actually referring to any particular kinks you think you might like," he replied nonchalantly. "Food, toys," he ticked off. "BDSM is out for now, that's far from gentle..."
Light didn't particularly want to do BDSM with this slave anyways. The only opportunity he would choose to do that sex-play was if he was on the recieving end.
Light was a natural bottom, but his personality fought the submissive role with all it's might. He had had his first sexual expierience (as an uke, too!) in his early teens, and it wasn't consensual.
While acompanying his father to a nearby nation, he was approached by the king, and introduced to BDSM against his will. But in the end, he gave in, getting a small amount of pleasure at the end. Since, he would not bottom for anyone, and took his slaves cruelly.
He did get a minute amount of pleasure from the various toys he owned, but only in the privacy of his personal chambers where noone else was allowed. He wouldn't let himself go around anyone ever again.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 11:43 am
L fought the blush that threatened to rise on his cheeks, as the prince corrected him. This was unusual, especially since L's face was stone cold and emotionless 99 percent of the time. However when he hear the words 'kink' and 'food' in the same sentence he perked up, "Food?" he echoed the prince, "I do like sweets..." he added softly, as he chewed on the end of his finger, thinking over the consequences of submitting for sweets.
He couldn't remember the last time he had sugar, but he remembered it was better than having an orgasm. On the other hand, if he submitted to the prince this early on, the man would think he was just like any other slave, and wouldn't hesitate in killing or replacing him.
After his inner battle, L replied softly, "Sex and sweets together would be lovely." He decided that if things got out of hand, it would be a good thing to be replaced, and he would only submit as much as he needed to in order to get sugar.
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 4:40 pm
Light hid his smirk. He knew he had broken down at least one barrier the slave had up, admitting he wanted sweets. L was clearly thinking everything over before he said or did anything, but this was a slip-up. Not that Light minded much. It made him feel more superior...
The prince clapped twice, a blonde slave approaching and bowing deeply before him. "The following items are to be brought to my chambers," he stated. "Item numbers 6, 14, 32, 33, 34, and 63. The appropriate ones are to be warmed, as well as some warm milk."
The servant bowed deeply again, and nodded, heading off towards the kitchens. Light stood, motioning for his slave to do the same. "Follow," he commanded. Noting the state of his clothing, he made a mental note to get him new ones taylored. No point in having a shoddy-looking concubine, ne?
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Posted: Tue Sep 23, 2008 6:20 pm
L wondered what the items were, but found comfort in the fact that he'd find out later. He watched the other servant leave, and wondered if the prince would instill this sort of fear in him as well - though with the sweets still foremost in his mind, he got up and followed the man.
The slave kept his head down, having already observed the hallways as he was taken in. He walked closely to prince, but not too close, so as to not anger the man. He seemed to have a short and unpredictable temper.
Once they had arrived in what L could only imagine were the prince's chambers, he kept his head down and waited for orders.
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