Chapter 1: Chasing Obsession
Somehow, Light's eyes opened. Opulent rays of the early morning filtered through the shades, streaming ribbons of yellow upon the scrunched up face of the early risen college student. Hands struggled to shield the painful wake up call, to no avail. Swatting away the sleeping form of Misa's beckoning hand, he rose from the mountain of plaid sheets, yawning loudly.
He found himself barely awake, staring at his well-built form in the mirror, only clothed in red boxers that Misa had bought him this past Christmas. Lengthy locks of tawny brown draped over his forehead, almost symmetrically aligned. Leaning in to the mirror, he examined his eyes. Although a captivating august color, he adorned slight bags under his eyes.
"Ugh…if I keep up these negative habits, I'll end up looking like Ryuzaki."
Ryuzaki…the man who'd invaded his plans for his delicate future. Invaded his personal space by applying surveillance cameras in his living quarters, all upon a stupid whim. Invaded his dreams, with his sickeningly sweet caresses.
Rubbing his temples, Light exited the bathroom, sprinting to the kitchen to brew some coffee. It was quite the frigid winter break, fresh mounds of snow gathering abundantly. He was supposed to be relaxing, that's why it was called a "break" after all. Instead, Light felt tense, paranoid and miserable. He'd regrettably made plans to stay in a cottage in Tukyamoto, just him and Misa. (Not including the cameras forcibly applied within the cottage itself.) He'd been having a variety of erotic dreams lately, but oddly enough, about Ryuzaki. It angered Light enough that he couldn't take his mind off of Ryuzaki, and so much that Light had impulsive thoughts of him as well.
He never truly understood it, he'd prefer to have sex with a gangly limbed man with dark, mysterious eyes, and unkempt hair revealing an assuring smirk, rather than a celebrity star, voluptuous with full lips and the essentials to match. The resounding "click" of the beverage machine disturbed Light's thoughts, steam releasing into the air, the smell of coffee flooding the dining area.
"HI Hi Raitokun! You made coffee, you're so sweet! What do you say later tonight, since the snow might get thick, we get cozy?" Misa offered, sauntering over to the hunched form of her boyfriend, her fingers daintily teasing Light's ear.
Light shook her off, irritably. Her fingers felt foreign, it annoyed him so. "I'm not up to it. I need all this time to focus on my life, not stupid petting games." Light muttered coldly. Shocked, an outraged Misa retreated to the couch, her audible squeal in delight that her favorite gossip network was on told Light she was distracted for awhile.
Briskly leaving the table, Light re-entered the bedroom, which suddenly felt too cramped. Too enclosed, like an animals crate. Ugh. The mere thought of him and Misa sharing a room together nauseated him. Prying open the mahogany shelf, Light dressed comfortably, his usual business suit with tether shoes. Fishing his car keys from his suitcase, he left the cabin deftly. He needed fresh air, to clear his mind of Kira, Misa, and most of all, Ryuzaki.
Backing out of the snowy lot, he took off.
"I might as well see father. We haven't spoken...the case is keeping him at the office until late hours. I'll bring him dinner."
Minutes later, Light had packages of Chicken soba stocked in his car trunk. His fathers favorite. His hands lightly tapped the wheel in time to his favorite song, his mood lifting as he got closer to Headquarters. This was a trip to see his father.
Right?
No. Light you bastard, you're thinking of L again.
This isn't an excuse to see Ryuzaki. This isn't…
Light mused, suddenly interrupted by a cacophony of honking. White knuckled grip to the steering wheel, and to Light's extreme displeasure, he viewed the immature Matsuda pull close to his car, rolling his window down.
"Hey Light! Yo, Light! Glad you stopped by! When you're done with your visit, Ryuzaki wanted to speak with you!"
Was it odd that his heart was racing?
Light waved Matsuda off with a small smile, steering his crap economy car into the parking space. As per usual, checking his hair in the mirror vainly. Striding into the lobby, his shoes squeaked on the linoleum floors, sweat beaded on his brow. Walking past the metal detector, and scanning his ID, he continued up the seemingly endless stairs to the detective's annoyingly distanced lair.
Focus eluding him, he drifted off into thoughts of Ryuzaki's body, a perverse smirk played across his face. Light gasped, tripping over a fallen wet floor sign, awake from his pleasant stupor.
Dammit. I can't continue to act so rashly…
"Ryuzaki and I will never be more than bitter rivals, silently fighting the war of intelligence." Light silently resolved, his hand grazing the rosewood door lightly, softly knocking. Light's smooth translation from stressed to joviality went unnoticed as Ryuzaki swung the door open.
"Hello, Light, I'm glad you made it."
In truth, it actually came out as "Heyo ight, im grad oo mah et." As usual, the skinny detective wore his repetitive outfit, remnants of the oatmeal cookie that he crammed in his mouth on his collar. Grinning weakly, Light allowed himself to sit down in the café section of Ryuzaki's overwhelmingly large workspace.
"Please have a pastry. Watari made them himself."
The monstrosity of files were spread out on the table, adjacent to a platter of cakes, and a pitcher of Istanbul tea. Grabbing nervously at a frosted éclair, Light chewed mechanically.
Odd…L usually gets right down to business when it comes to the Kira case.
What's happening? Why the sudden suspicion…
Stop it…I can't let my emotions show…
I can do this, I am Kira.
Calm, stable Kira.
Light's gaze averted Ryuzaki's seemingly vacant stare, simultaneously savoring the delicate ebbing cream of the pastry, swigging down the tea, the warm liquid coating his throat like a cruel adhesive.
"You see, despite nutritionists advice, Watari makes what I like best. From observing your distracted expressions, I can safely assume you desperately crave forbidden sweets as well…"
Light couldn't have been any more shocked, the 25 year old detective who seemed so inclusive, had just grabbed Light's shoulders, pulling him close into a sugar sweet kiss, tainted with lust. Ryuzaki's tongue pushed its way past Light's lips, exploring his wet mouth.
My god…even his saliva is sweet…
Chest heaving, Ryuzaki's hands maneuvered up Light's shirt, rubbing his tender nipples, emitting reluctant moans of pleasure and frustration. Light pulled away, mouth agape. "R-Ryuzaki! What's come over you?" he stammered, hands still gripping the detective's waist.
"Come off it, Raitokun. You want it as much as I do, I can see it in your eyes, your every reaction. Every living cell in your body screams my name." he smirked, seductively licking Light's ear. Ryuzaki's left hand moved southward, skillfully tweaking open Light's pants button, revealing the Christmas boxers Light was so eager to remove.
Hands glued to Ryuzaki's shoulders, collapsing under the touch of the weary detective, Light was pushed against the wall roughly, the chair Light occupied slamming into the wall with a loud thump.
He's so quick, he knows what he wants…
But we're making such loud noises…what if someone hears…
Who gives a fuck…
Ryuzaki leaped into Light's chair, his legs quickly binding around Light's rising waist. Soft fingers descended, briskly massaging Light's aroused cock, Ryuzaki leaning forward briefly only to lap up the pre cum with his clever tongue.
"Agh…uhn…R…Ryu…" Light moaned, feeling his erection fully harden, Ryuzaki rubbing his waist against Light's. Denim against denim, Light's erection against Ryuzaki's wet heat.
Involuntary hip thrusts embarrassed Light, his need to be satisfied quickly becoming ravenous. Light's abs quivered, quaking at Ryuzaki's every touch. Ryuzaki removed Light's troublesome boxers, as well as his own. Briefly pausing to admire Light's sturdy frame, he shyly muttered.
"Raitokun, do you really want me to …to enter you?" Ryuzaki looked so cute, his unsure expression matched with his enigmatic eyes…and that finger sucking habit of his…Light couldn't deny the sociopath sleuth this control. This bounded them forever, this moment that they'd soon share.
"Ryuzaki…if any of this gets out I'll.." Light's warning was muffled, Ryuzaki pushing a chocolate strawberry into his lover's mouth. Ryuzaki's eager tongue tracing lines around the border of Light's lips. Light growled in animalistic frustration. He was Kira, God of the New World. He, of all people…teased like a common whore.
As if his opinion voiced aloud, Ryuzaki's hand massaged Lights cock, throbbing and wet with pre cum, as Light's mouth was assaulted with loud sucking sounds, as the sugar-staved sleuth ate away at the candied strawberry, nibbling at Light's lips. Finished eating, Ryuzaki sat up abruptly, leaving a sweaty, pathetically and vulnerably aroused Light sprawled on the chair, everything scattered.
Pulling his pants up, Ryuzaki lumbered over to a corner of the room, picking up lists of deceased criminals that had fallen to the floor during the melee and stacking them neatly on the desk. Light looked up, confused.
"What's wrong, Ryuzaki?" Light asked, swatting his matted hair away from his forehead. No answer was given, Ryuzaki only pulling his chair away from the wall, placing it next to the array of computers.
Cheeks once flushed in excitement were now beet red with anger. "What, so that's it? You torture my body, and study my reactions? With stupid gestures to get me to drool like your submissive dog? Only stopping when YOU'RE finished?" Light fumed, standing up from the chair. He was suddenly feeling more than just a chill from the AC on his naked body, but a cold shoulder from the supposedly "lusting" L.
Ryuzaki resumed his role as the insensitive brat, staring at his "affectionate" coworker blankly. "Well, Light, there's a time for work, and a time for play, and this simply isn't the time. You should probably get dressed, don't want to be caught in a compromising scenario, do we?" he lectured, seating himself in his easy chair, aimlessly turning his attention to some statistics on the monitor, finger in mouth.
What…just because he turns his head away from me, the conversation is over?
He just showed me what he wanted, even told me he wanted to be inside of me.
Was it just a charade to try to expose a soft spot? I, Light Yagami, am no ones fool.
"Fine…forget you, you fucking pervert." Light snarled, re clothing himself hastily, doing his best to cover his ever present erection. Slamming the office door, Light stormed out. Surroundings seemed like a distant, hazy blur, Light's mind interrupting his commonly pensive demeanor with raging, lustful waves of obsession. Why did L have to be such a goddamned selfish bastard?
Light entered his car, cursing in his forgetfulness of bringing his father's dinner, resulting in his already decrepit car, smelling like overcooked waste. Light entered the car miserably, he had to get on the road, due to snowfall ahead. driving home in silence, feeling utterly depressed and undeniably cheated.
Snow's soft patter turned into a vibratic thrumming, Light stared at the kaleidoscope of droplets lazily rolling down the windshield, the drive that took mere minutes seemed like hours. It was rather ironic. Since Kira has sentenced countless humans to death by heart attack with the Death Note, he'd done it without emotion, no reaction to the family of the deceased and their desperate cries of pain. But today, Kira's own heart had been twisted, and he had tears in his eyes.