I can't get my head round what's going on here; why have my paragraph breakers just decide to disappear and never come back? Ugh. So sorry, but between sections I'll be using the stupid line.
When L Falls Ill, Misa-Misa Wants A Change, I Never and Mine are one shots that follow the same story. This is the first of the four. Enjoy!
And of course, I don't own Death Note!
Tia x x
The various screens blasted their perpetual boredom at Light, who had almost had enough. Day in day out consisted of watching those screens or else looking up information on the Yotsuba Company.
Light yawned pointedly and put his feet up on the aluminium desk, reclining in his chair.
It all seemed to be getting to L too. Crouched as usual in his chair, he stared avidly at a particular screen, one hand dancing across a keypad while the other held a fork, poking at the cake slice on the plate he had balanced precariously on his knee. However, his eyes seemed a little droopier than usual and he kept sniffing repeatedly. Every so often he would dig into his pocket and blow his nose with a tissue.
Light watched the older detective curiously. He had never known him to be ill before. "Hey…Ryuzaki."
He looked sideways and his eyes widened a little to acknowledge Light. "Are you okay?" he asked softly. Silently, the detective nodded and went back to work, sticking his fork into his cake and lifting the piece to his mouth. Then, having second thoughts, he lay it down on the plate, set the porcelain circle down on the table, and typed with both hands. Light stared in shock. L never put anything sweet down! There was something seriously up with him…
"Maybe you should rest," offered Light. L stared at him as if he was mad.
"Rest? No, I couldn't possibly rest, not with all this work to do!"
"Ryuzaki, you haven't slept properly in weeks, and you're ill! You need to rest."
"Slept in weeks? Light, I don't sleep." He picked up his fork again, and put it down within seconds.
"See? You don't even have your appetite anymore!"
"Light…" growled L, scowling. "Please shut up."
And so it went for two more days. Gradually L's flu got worse and he developed a fever, but whenever anybody told him to stop working and go to bed he got angry and would surprisingly kick off or throw a strop. He would take at most a few small bites of whatever Watari brought for him, but eventually he would push it away and resume working. By this time, Light was worried for him. Watching L type away with over-bright eyes gazing blankly and flushed cheeks radiating heat, he sighed heavily and picked at the packet of biscuits L had abandoned.
"Light?" Ryuzaki asked quietly, flexing his slightly sore fingers. "Do me a favour?"
"Sure."
"Could you get me another coffee?"
Light groaned in exasperation. "But Ryuzaki, this is the fifth coffee you've had in the space of an hour-"
"I know," came the snappy reply, "but I need to stay awake." He resumed typing, his exhausted eyes fixed on the screen. When Light didn't move, L sighed and stood up himself, but as soon as he did, he was overcome by a sudden fit of coughing that sounded very painful, for L clutched his chest tight and groaned pitifully. Light jumped up and forced him back into his seat. "Okay, okay, I'll get you a coffee," he said quickly, hurrying from the room.
A few hours later, it was evident that L couldn't take it anymore; he was coughing frequently and his skin burned to the touch when Light pressed his hand to his forehead. "Right, bed," he said firmly, hauling him to his feet and half-carrying him to his room, ignoring his protests and attempts to shove him off. They passed Matsuda in the corridor and Light asked him if he could get hold of Watari so he could send up some painkillers. Matsuda took one look at L and was rushing off to contact Watari. Kicking open the door to L's room, Light took him inside and sat him on his bed. Immediately L reverted to his usual crouch and stuck a thumb in his mouth, nibbling cutely on his nail. "I mean it," Light said, folding his arms, "get in bed and sleep."
L scowled and shook his head. "I'm fine," he protested, but started to cough again, so Light pushed him onto his back and held him down by the shoulders until Watari bustled in, looking concerned. He held a small box in one of his hands. "Ryuzaki, you silly man," he sighed, depositing the box of painkillers onto the bedside table. "I want you to get some well-earned rest, you hear me? You're no use to us when you're sick. Now, listen to Light, take these painkillers, and sleep!"
Light knew L would listen to Watari. The black haired detective sullenly agreed and swallowed a few painkillers with the help of a cup of water (which he moaned about afterwards, saying he hated the taste though there was none). Reluctantly he got under the covers and pulled his shirt off to cool down, then Watari left him to sleep. Light remained sitting by the bed, however, watching L intently. At first, he refused to close his eyes and sat up again in his crouch, but after a particularly violent coughing fit that almost brought him to tears from the pain it wrought in his chest, he finally lay down properly and closed his eyes. In about half an hour, he was sound asleep, snoring softly. Light leaned forward and kissed his burning hot forehead before tiptoeing out of the room.
L spent the next two days in bed, and though he absolutely hated not being able to get up, he was pleased that Light was there to look after him. At present moment he was crouched on his bed, still shirtless, wiping his face with a damp cloth and sighing as he cooled off. "That's better," he murmured, setting it aside. Light sat by him, feeling his forehead.
"Your fever's gone down since you started on those painkillers," he commented, "but you're still coughing a lot. I'd say you need a bit more rest."
L groaned, "But I need to get back to work…"
"I've left the others on the job. Don't worry."
"Hmmm…thanks, Light." L yawned and leaned on Light a little. Surprised, Light nevertheless encircled his frail body with his arms and pulled him in close. "I'm actually ill quite a lot," L added quietly, "and usually I can hide it, but it's not often I come down with flu. You can't hide that."
"You're unhealthy. That's why."
"I know…"
Light stroked the older man's hair gently and planted a kiss atop his head. L stiffened in surprise, and Light swore under his breath. "Sorry," he said, letting go of him, but L snuggled up to him again, wrapping his arms tightly round his waist.
"No, don't apologise. I feel like being held right now."
"Why?"
"Cos you're supposed to be looking after me," the detective smirked. "I…like it when you hold me. It makes me feel better."
Light smiled and stroked L's messy hair again (it was even messier since his confinement to bed), letting the strands flow between his fingers. He was surprised by how soft his silky black locks were; brushing back some of L's unkempt fringe, he smiled softly at the older man, who returned it a little shyly, averting his eyes and blushing (though later on he insisted it was because he was hot). Light's honey-brown eyes travelled to L's lips, and his tongue darted out to wet his own at the thought of their mouths pressed together…
"Ryuzaki," he whispered, cupping L's chin in his hand and turning his head to face him. L's over-bright eyes bored into his curiously, sprinkled with starry pinpoints of light. Slowly, the younger man leaned in, his hand shifting to caress L's flushed cheek and tilting his head to the side as he approached.
"Light…" breathed L, before their lips were sealed together. His eyes slid closed and he tentatively kissed back, though he had no experience and was sure he was doing it wrong. But Light wasn't complaining; on the contrary he moaned softly and allowed L to press their bodies together. Letting his other hand stroke L's side gently, he deepened the kiss, letting their tongues twine as he pushed L onto his back. Breaking the kiss, he ran his tongue up L's heated chest. The older man's eyes were wide with curiosity, looking down at Light and a sigh of pleasure escaping him. "Mmm…" he moaned, letting his head fall back. Light looked up and grinned at L possessively, leaning over to kiss him again. "L-Light…" L gasped against his lips. "They can see us…the cameras…"
"I asked Watari to shut off the cameras for this room," whispered Light, running his hands through the detective's hair. "We're alone, Ryuzaki…" He planted a kiss on his chest and smirked when he groaned. "And I want you so bad…"
"Then take me," he whispered back, starting to unbutton Light's shirt. "I've waited too long for this…"
"Hey, I got something!" yelled Matsuda, punching his arm in the air. "Everyone, listen!"
They all crowded round to listen to the voices floating through the speakers, from the hidden microphones that had been set up in the Yotsuba meeting room. Soichiro grinned and patted Matsuda on the back.
"Well done, Matsuda. We couldn't have done it without you."
He blushed. "Awww, thanks Chief! Maybe we should tell Watari so he can get hold of Ryuzaki!"
"Hmmm…I don't know, he's still rather ill…but okay. I'll contact him now." Soichiro pressed the button on his belt twice, and immediately received a response from Watari.
"Yes, Chief Yagami?"
"Watari, please let Ryuzaki know we now have some vital information on the Yotsuba Company as soon as possible."
"Thanks very much, Chief Yagami. I'll let him know now," the old man replied, before shutting off the connection.
Watari, from his computer room, keyed in the code that would allow him to see into Ryuzaki's room and turned on a speaker.
But a split-second after viewing what was on screen he shut it off quickly. "So that's why Light asked me to shut off the cameras…well, at least he's enjoying himself for once…"
(I did have a lemon here, but I decided toots to it, for once!)
"I think we need a shower," Light giggled weakly, pulling out of L (making him wince) and lying beside him, running a finger through the sticky white liquid on his stomach. L watched in fascination as he licked it off, but he nodded.
"I agree with you, Light." He heaved himself to his feet and pulled his boxers back on before making his way to the bathroom. Light copied him, and entered the bathroom to find L testing the water with his outstretched hand. Light wrapped his arms round him from behind and pressed a kiss to his neck.
"What did you mean when you said you'd waited so long?"
L sighed, bringing his dry hand up to caress Light's cheek. "I spoke the truth," he said softly. "I have been in love with you ever since I met you, but I always thought it could never happen…you being with Misa eventually and all…"
"You know I'm not really in love with her."
"She is a lovely, attractive girl, Light. You shouldn't use her the way you do," L replied, freeing himself and removing his boxers before stepping into the shower.
A second later, he found himself pinned against the cold tiled wall by his shoulders, and Light's face an inch from his. "Well, maybe next time…we'll include her in the sex, shall we?"
L rolled his eyes and ran his thin hands through Light's hair. "Do you think we could give it another go?"
"I'd be happy to."
"Hey, Light!" called Matsuda, opening L's bedroom door. "Light, your dad wants-"
He stopped talking abruptly and blinked in confusion at the noises coming from the bathroom.
"Mmm! Light! So good!"
"Harder, Ryu- ahh!"
Matsuda's mouth dropped open.
"Oh…
Shit."
Teeheehee! I've got a thing for Matsuda discovering what goes on, since I think he'd have the funniest reaction. I hope you liked this one! x x
