L had come over, resulting in Light uncharacteristically begging. Barely a greeting was exchanged between the two before the door was shut and Light's shirt was gone.

They were on Light's bed, having already commenced with the strip walk down his short hallway.

"Please, Ryuzaki…" Light whispered, taking air in gulps.

"What, Light-kun? Please what?" The elder blinked wide blank eyes at the brunette. He squirmed.

"Please…" Light clamped a hand around the back of his superior's neck, pulling down heavily. "Just…please."

L's dark eyes traveled from Light's lusty orbs, down his sweat sheeted chest, to the pulsating organ below his chin. "Oh – this? What do you want me to do about it?"

The college student groaned in distraught need, shaking his head. His hand left L's neck to snake around his painful erection. L watched with a devilish grin, his eyes finally betraying the deep lust he was feeling. He swatted Light's hand away, lowering his mouth barely above the head.

"Watch me, Light-kun," he locked eyes with his captive. "Is this what you want?"

Light whimpered his reply. L smirked in return, moving closer.

Light watched the lithe man's mouth open, could feel his hot breath, wanted to thrust up…

L closed his eyes, gave his head a shake, and closed his mouth. Light watched in disbelief as his blower abruptly pulled back to sit on his haunches.

"What are you doing?!" He whined; extreme unmanly-ness evident in his mild voice.

L shook his head again. "Light-kun, you just wanted me to blow you."

"I am well aware! Why didn't you?!" This was wailed as his voice raised an octave.

L looked at him sternly. "Light, I'm not going to do that for you." He was off of Light's tousled bed, pulling his jeans on.

"You offered!" Light was whining again.

"I didn't expect you to accept." L's shirt was on now.

"Then why offer?!" Light found himself totally beyond the legal limit for confusion.

"It was a friendly offer." L stated calmly. "What are you, gay?"

Light was struck dumb.

"I heard friends joked like that," L continued. "I suppose I heard wrong. I'll let myself out."

Light watched him go, heard his front door shut. He was hurt, horny, but above all totally confused. That had not been the first encounter they had shared – in fact, last week they fucked on his couch.

L wonders now if he's gay?

It made no sense.

But then that was L.

Light was so lost in thought he didn't hear his door open. He almost didn't see L, even when he pounced on his bed.

"Am I welcome here, Light-kun?"

"I'd call the police if you weren't one."

L grinned. "How are you?"

Light scowled. "Good enough for murder."

The detective cast his eyes down. "That can't be good. I guess you didn't get the joke."

"Wu…what? A joke?" Light snapped his gaze towards him. "Are you serious? That was supposed to be funny?"

"I take it that it wasn't?" L smiled carefully; Light could have killed him for that. Instead he smothered him in a breath-taking kiss.

When L was silent, naked, and pressed into the mattress, Light said: "You owe me something."

The sex was rough, the way they both liked it. L lay curled up against Light's chest, sighing. He looked up into his lover's face and knew he was still awake even though his eyes were closed.

"Light-kun."

A deep breath. "Yes, Ryuzaki?"

"What are you thinking?"

Light nuzzled the top of L's head, pulling him closer.

"That your jokes aren't funny."

L laughed.