Chapter 1:

Coconut Lest we drink your sweet milk as it runs from your body.

Authors Note: So this is my first ever long running LxLight fanfiction, started back in 2008! God that is a long time ago. But I am back and updating this story again, working out all the mistakes and such, please forgive my horrible grammar that I seemed to write with way back when...I am doing my best to go back and fix things. lol This is a fic about L and Light and their blooming relationship. Warning they are not exactly in character and they are not meant to be. This is just a fun fantasy of their relationship. L is portrayed as seme or Dom in the bedroom only and Light as Uke of sub in the bedroom only. Other than that they are both stubborn, hardheaded, and pushy. I think this adds to their fiery little relationship. It's amusing to throw their constant catty fighting into the mix. Don't like, don't read. Lots and lots of yaoi and adult content, not your fancy, theres the door love. But for those of you down for a good fun story come on in! Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoy writing it!

-Ashes

I tilt my head back ever so slightly, the muscles in my sore neck giving in to the warm stream of jetting water that runs down me. Giving in as a whore does to her lover….

The water cascades over my less than perfect body, taking in my shape like it knows me well, like an old warming friend, only to run from me and later disappear down the shower drain. I lift my hand to the back of my neck and rub it softly…why it's so sore is beyond me, maybe it's from staring at that damned computer screen day in and day out? Hell I don't know…

I groan to myself and grab a half used bottle of shampoo from the shelf. It's a lightly scented honeysuckle…so I know for a fact that it isn't mine. Only you could have such horrid tastes in shampoo….I would have picked something much sweeter.

A strong strawberries and Cream? Or maybe even a sharp Passion fruit mixture…never honeysuckle…..I'm just not one for flower scented things.

But after noticing that it's the only bottle left, I sigh and just use it. Why I even bother with pointing out small stupid things such as that, are beyond me. I guess I'm just an argument prone person by nature…..or just hard to please. Maybe a combination of the two, which makes it even worse. Half the time I think I do it just because I have nothing better to complicate myself with.

I irritably squeeze the solution into my palm and lather it over the thick black mass that proves as a sorry excuse for my hair. I've just never been one to busy myself in primping, therefore my locks usually go un-brushed and un-groomed to the point in which they begin to look more like a lion's mane than hair at all…..

I worm my fingers through my tangles like a harsh comb, and try my best to pull out the rats nests…I wince as I only succeed in ripping out a bit of my hair. Oops….

I roll my eyes and flick the wad of hair off my fingers, why do I even bother?

I roughly scrub my hopeless mess and do my best to work the shampoo into the tangles, leaving my raven locks drenched in little white bubbles. I rinse the suds out and watch the water turn white with shampoo aftermath as it swirls around my feet.

I wiggle my toes and watch them catch some of the smaller bubbles.

I don't normally take showers often , which I do realize is extremely bad hygiene…..it's not that I don't want to shower…..it's just that I don't like to. It takes up too much time, in which I could be doing other more creative things.

And it stirs unwanted self conscious feelings in me that I normally don't like to harbor.

You can't exactly shower with your clothes on…..and it's just one of my pet peeves….I hate taking my clothes off.

I change quickly, never allowing more than seconds between when I shed my clothes and then regain new ones.

Showering…..makes me feel vulnerable and open….I don't like the feeling very much.

Maybe it's because I'm slightly uncomfortable with myself? Low self esteem? Could be…..

I've never thought of myself as 'Handsome' or even 'good looking'…more so just average.

Or maybe even less than that…

I look down reluctantly to take in my naked, water glazed body.

My legs are slightly thin, and pale….but that's mainly because they never really get the chance to see sunlight.

I deprive them of that by constantly limiting my wardrobe to my favorite, ragged, slightly baggy, blue jeans.

The same goes for my slimly muscled arms, they prove just as pale and sinewy as my matching legs.

They are also slightly sunshine starved, due to my usual simple long sleeved, white, t-shirt.

My chest isn't exactly chiseled, but it's not thin as some may think…..it's not like my ribs are sticking out like a prisoner of war or anything. Maybe it's just my over all appearance that gives people that incorrect mental image of me…

It's average, slimly toned muscle, pale soft skin stretched over it…perfectly normal.

My torso is long, and thin justifying it's belonging to the rest of my body. My hips are slightly bonier than I'd like, but it's nothing major. I gently run my finger over my stomach and I play with the water droplets that have formed on it's surface.

I don't usually look so far as this down my body…..but it is my body so I do posses the right to check myself out every now and again? Am I right…..?

I find my slender fingers running the length of my milky colored pelvis…..until my finger pads begin finding the first curls of black hair. I let my fingers sink deeper, and slowly groom them through my thick pubic hair.

I don't really mean to become so infatuated with my own body…but I find myself doing so anyway.

I'm alone anyway…why not?

I look up blankly, warm water dripping down my brow, but all that stares back at me is a white ceiling. Blank, white and boring….but I continue to stare at it, because I just can't bring myself to watch my hands…..it's better if I don't watch myself when I'm doing this….it hurts my pride less.

I lower my glossy fingers until they are tapping gently on the base of my flaccid extension of my own anatomy.

This is just another reason I tend to choose not to shower….it brings temptation…

I've barely made contact with myself, and I can already feel heat forming diligently within my groin…..

Damn me for being so easily aroused…..just another one of my traits I would rather do without.

I take a step backward, and rest my back against the white tiled wall, pushing my pelvis forward slightly….so the warm jet of water would continue to tickle me pleasingly. I close my eyes and chew my thumb softy, comforting my habit of chewing fingers, and trying to alter my mind into thinking of something…arousing.

As my mind seeks naively for something to become my mental smut book…I find it settles on something….I wouldn't of expected off hand. Before I can do anything about it….I'm formulating a rather racy mental image of….him.

Him as in my prime suspect.

Him as in my worst enemy.

Him as in my complete opposite.

Him as in my fellow partner on the Kira case.

Him…..as Light Yagami.

My mind grabs the idea and goes with it….for lack of having anything better. I have no say in the decision….

Beneath my closed eyes….you are in the shower with me….Yagami-kun. Your clothes lay abandoned on the tiled bathroom floor, neatly folded into a subtle little stack, just like I had expected you would leave them.

Because your just that way….a neat-freak if I would even go that far.

You pull the curtains closed, darkening the confines of the shower ever so slightly. Your skin is glistening in the water, smooth as Cream and sun kissed with the most even and delectable tan I could ever have imagined. Your caramel candy colored locks slick to your forehead as you slowly pass beneath the warmth or the streaming waterfall. Your sepia eyes glow from beneath the curtain of wet hair, fiery, slatted and cruel. I'm not sure if I should be intimidated…..or tempted. I'm confused by your beauty, and yet captivated by it at the same time. My heart is racing in my thin chest, it's starting to feel like it may bruise the inside of my ribcage. You approach me like a great wolf may stalk toward a caribou…..slow….painfully slow and graceful. Your long legs bring you closer to me as I back myself against the cold wall….the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end at the touch. But as I back away from you like a coward, I'm begging for you to reach out and take me. The more I try to escape you….the more I want you.

Your face is emotionless and painfully beautiful as you look down upon me, as if wondering if I'm worth it….typical you.

But then your body lunges for me, and I hear myself gasp as you pin me to the wall…you hold my wrists to the tile, clutched painfully in your tightened grasp. And then….your look of utter ferocity fades into your face and your eyes grow soft and longing.

"I want you Ryuuzaki….." You whisper in my ear, your breath hot on my already burning ear.

"Ungh!" I mumble my eyes still tightly closed, my fingers clamping tightly around my cock. Though my mind is in another world at the moment, my reality aware half can feel my own penis hardening in my palm. My un-aroused half, finds the feeling gross….even perverse…disgusting.

Your slim and slender torso fits perfectly against mine, as if they were just missing pieces to a puzzle yet to ever be put together.

"Do you want me as well Ryuuzaki-kun" You purr hotly in my ear, pausing momentarily afterward to suckle my lobe into your lips, nipping gently. I writhe against you….but I don't know what to say to you. As your large hazel eyes drink me in I can tell they desire an answer before anything…but do I have one for you!?

I look to my left and then to my right, as if searching on the walls for my answer…..and I feel your slim fingers slowly leaving my pinned left wrist. I watch them as they abandon me, but I don't dare move my arm from the position in which they left me. They touch my side suggestively, but just barely…..my skin tingles at the tickling sensation your fingers leave on me. But your fingers don't stop their journey there….they trace down my frame….over the signature 'v' that trailed into my groin….they sunk into my soft hairs, stopping only momentarily to play in them. Then the little demons slithered around my pulsating erection, taking me into your palm and pumping the hard flesh meanly.

"HA!" I gasp as my imaginary you grips me…thus making my hand clamp down even harder, and copy the movements you are now inflicting on my senseless body.

I convulse against your porcelain body, thrusting into your hand needing and pitiful, and you merely smile. The smile reminds me vaguely of something out of the Nightmare Before Christmas…or maybe even the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. I'm not sure what it really reminds me of, but all I know is that it is so intense I find my body shaking with intimidation from it.

Your lips brush my cheek softly, leaving nothing but their delightful warmth on my skin. I cry and whine pitifully as your fingers begin sliding up and down my length, never loosing power over my weakened body. Your in control….and I like it.

"Uhhhhhnnnnnn!…..Oh….Raito…..faster!" I mutter through my parted lips as I lean hard against the wall working myself faster and harder…..ignoring the slight pain from my chewed finger nails. My cheeks are painted with a thick hue of peach, and my whole body feels unbearably hot and bothered…flustered…..it's uncomfortable yet delightful.

"I never got an answer from you my sweet little L…" You say kissing my nose.

The sound of you saying my real name…well the closest thing you know to be my real name, because I have never shared my true name with you…is delectable in my eardrums. Just the fact that you call me by name means you recognize me as an equal….not below you, but level with you. Well at least in my little imaginary world it does. You run your fingers over the underside of my engorged need, pressing gently on the sensitive vein there.

"YES RAITO! I WANT YOU!" I manage breathlessly as I throw myself against you, lurching and writhing, and moan into your Hershey chocolate locks.

You chuckle into my arched neck….your so cruel….

Your free hand slides around my shoulders, holding me to you, and helping me to keep standing….because my legs were becoming incredibly weak. Your index finger gently comes to the swollen tip of my cock, and you rub it numbly with your finger pad, causing it to weep thick tears of pre-cum on your pretty hand. I feel somewhat bad for getting you dirty…..as the neat freak you are…I'm a little afraid you'll be grossed out. But you aren't…and much to my surprise….you've suddenly fallen to your knees. I gasp and look down at you, a weird feeling of being more powerful than you comes over me….it's, some what nice.

"Raito….?" I huff quietly.

You simply look up at me through thickly lain eyelashes….and you smile. You open your pretty red lips, ever so slowly it's painful to watch….and your little pink tongue emerges…I find I'm holding my breath.

Then….contact is finally made. You slowly lap the wept precum from my angry tip and I shudder against the tile.

"AGGGGGHHHHH!" I moan, slightly louder than I'd expected and I move my hand faster on me, precum running thickly down my palm…

"RAITO PLEASE!" I beg to you as you continue to toy with me, just enough to tease…not nearly enough to give me the satisfaction I desperately need.

You honor my begging and I feel my swollen cock plunging into your moist, cavernous, cheeks. I arch backwards, pushing my pelvis forward forcefully, not respecting that your mouth was only so big. You gag against me…..but never loose it. You handle me well, knowing I have little control over myself.

I know this has to be imaginary…in the real world, had I ever tried something like that you would have probably bit me!

But even so…I ignore my minds realization of this….and continue busying myself in my fantasies.

My body shakes and sputters wildly, and I find I have lost all normal articulation on my own body. Its hopeless to even try to grope for control…..Instead I give into my body's need and I'm pumping myself harder and harder…..

You are sucking me now, your expert tongue curling comfortably around my circumference….your lips form into a soft pucker around my base. I'm gasping and moaning things I wasn't even aware that I had within my vast vocabulary. Sick, nasty things that should never be let passed my tongue! But I can't help it…..they just keep pouring out involuntarily. Like dirty sex vomit…. Your juicy red lips suck harder on my blood filled flesh and I grasp your candy locks within my shaking fingers…just for something to hold onto, just to hold you. I let my fingers get lost in your soft hair and I feel your scalp beneath my fingertips.

My chest heaves harshly and I throw my head back, mouth open wide, in a silent scream. I jerk forward, my dick pushing into the back of your throat harshly…..my body breaks down into wild shivers and shakes.

"OUUUHHHHHHHH LIGHTTTT!" I gasp breathlessly as I thrust into my hand, or rather…your throat as I'm imagining.

And finally I hit my much needed peak, I utter a low raspy moan…..and feel myself explode into my own fingers. The sensation of release is warm and drippy as my own fluids pour into my cupped hand, slipping through my parted fingers….down my sensitive wrist. I mutter a little "Nnnnn" still pumping myself, and breathe out shakily.

I feel the fresh Cream running in a thick soup over my still clenched fist…..and I slowly open my tired eyes. It was only then that my orgasm drunk body finally made it's way back down into reality…and the guilt started to settle in.

I immediately let go of my weeping and withering cock and look at the slimy mess I'd spewed all over myself horrified and ashamed. I slide down the wall until my butt connects with the shower floor. I run my semen covered hand under the water and make sure its satisfyingly clean, then continue to clean myself of my little mishap. Once this was done….I just sat there, dazed, tired, and so very, very ashamed. It wasn't the fact that I had just stroked myself off that made me feel so dirty…..it was the tainted thought…that I had been fantasizing…..about Light! My prime suspect, and at that, possibly the infamous Kira! In a sense, it was like jacking off to a serial killer. I shook my head wildly. What had come over me! What was wrong with me! Was I going off the deep end! I mean some have called me slightly on the crazy side….but I always thought myself to be mostly sane!

I felt disgusting, I looked around suddenly, as if for fear someone had been watching and I hugged my knees to my chest. I wanted to just curl up and hide somewhere….I felt so very sick…dirty…..nasty…..perverted.

"Shit….." I whisper angrily.

Why him? Why had he just suddenly popped into my brain….and then….did that mean, I was gay? Or at the least slightly homosexual? I tried to push the thoughts out of my head and I slowly pulled myself to the standing position, my legs still slightly weak from orgasm. I shuddered at the thought….ugh.

I rip the shower curtains back angrily, more so at myself than anything else, and fumble out of the low shower.

I grab a towel and shakily drape it around my naked waist, half scared I wouldn't be able to resist touching myself again. I felt my stomach do a summersault….I think I might be sick…..

I run my trembling hand through my wet hair and sigh.

No…..I shouldn't work myself up over something like this.

It's nothing….just pretend it never happened.

Forget it…..put it behind you….I thought blinking slowly.

I nodded reassuringly to myself, trying to salve the last bit of my shattered pride and slowly began pulling my fresh clothes onto my sinewy body. Though they were nice and clean…..and my body was fresh….I couldn't help but feel dirty inside.

I put my thumb to my lips for comfort and whimper to myself softly.

If it was so wrong, why did it feel so good? I wondered to myself regretfully…..

I sucked a heavy breath down into my lungs and decided it would be best to just go to bed, and nurse my wounded pride there.

I turn on my bare heel, and outstretch my hand toward the door.

But one question just lingered heavy over my darkened and guilty body…

Why?

Why him…...

Why you….Yagami Light?

Hope you all enjoyed chapter one! I mean...who can resist some good old fashioned L and his hand action?