Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. Woe is me. This is fanfiction. Notice the word "fan." If anyone complains about where my disclaimer is in the next chapters, kindly remove yourself from the story's alert. I have stated the disclaimer here and have no wish to repeat myself again like a broken record.
Prologue: Fixation
Logically, if a person is suspected of a crime, it is necessary to pry into his life even if it means invading his privacy.
Morals did not concern L. In order to catch Kira, he would abandon all thoughts of morality so that the process would yield better results—even if that means spying on Light Yagami's private sex life.
What makes a person feel guilty? He does not know.
But L knows that it takes tremendous will to monitor a suspect on a twenty-four hour basis. However, everything would soon be over, including his growing interest in Light.
Documents relating to the case cluttered the floor. Occasionally, L would move the chair with his body, and the fine sheets of paper would crumble and scrunch up against the wheels of the chair, but he did not care. He was too engrossed in the sight displayed on the monitor before him.
On the screen, two naked bodies entangled themselves in mindless passion. Light's face was buried in the neck of an unknown male as he submitted to his partner's violent thrusts. Their fingers were interlocked as their mouths devoured each other. Words were beyond comprehension and meaning as they engaged in endless ecstasy.
The light from the screen reflected on L's dark, owl-like eyes. Despite the monitor being the barrier between himself and Light, L finally figured out why Light entranced him so. Granted, without a doubt, Light Yagami had inadvertently exposed his weak side to L through this display of such bold, intimate actions.
The detective's fingers traced his lips in amusement as he watched his suspect writhe in rapture. His thoughts swam listlessly through his mind.
Light's moans…and his spreading legs.
L's tongue lightly touched the base of his index finger.
Light's pale, tense body…and his nerve-wracking groans…
His hot, wet tongue slowly slid up the tip of his finger.
Light's naked, shuddering body and his incoherent, ragged breathing…
A smile slowly formed on L's lips.