AN: Just a quick drabble before I update Goggle Boi. Rated for adult themes!
He never abandoned thought to desire. Muted longings that stirred deep within him…were crushed. Quelled. Squashed. Because they had to be. Had to be.
But, oh, this boy tried him dearly. This boy chained to him, this murderer tugged effortlessly at his walls. And fingers of longing coiled in his belly, flushed his skin, quickened his breath. He tried. He tried not to let himself want. But, oh, god (he is not god, no, nor Justice, either) he wanted.
He could not give voice to his desires to the deadly genius at his side. What would Raito think if he confessed how he felt? (What if he agreed?) But, no. Even besotted as he was, L was too smart to give in to his arousal. Sex would leave him too vulnerable. During, and after.
L did not do things by half-measures. He would give himself to the act of lovemaking completely, wholly. His brain, ever his ally, would shut down. And in the afterglow, he would murmur sweet nothings into his number one suspect's ear (perfect ear, everything about him was perfect) and drift to sleep.
And then, of course, Raito would kill him. Strangle him with the chain that bound them, or with his bare hands for the pleasure of it (so much pleasure, just imagining it made L's toes curl), and then Kira would be loose upon the world.
No, L never gave into his desires. He forced his mind elsewhere, and did not allow himself to want.