A/N: Just a random idea that I had quite some time ago already. I love writing dark fics and this was just something I couldn't possibly resist writing. Also, I'm considering using this story for a project of mine, but I'm not sure about that yet.

Warning: Spoiler for L's true name, slash, and quite possibly L-OOC-ness, but I'm going to excuse that with the simple reason that people act different when they are in love/care for people.

I do not need flames, but concrit would be very appreciated.

Summary: Light has his memories back of being Kira, and now needs to know L's real name. And he has the perfect idea on how to get it...

It was very obvious that L loved him.

Not that he ever told him, no. It was more visible in the way L moved around him, the small touches he would feel every once in a while, the tone of L's voice when he addressed him.

Not that he cared, though.

Light couldn't care less about the detective. He hated the way L couldn't eat anything unless it was sweetened beyond believe. He disliked how L was always hunched over and wore the same clothes, not even caring about what other people must think about it. And most of all, he couldn't stand that the detective would never sleep and only, very reluctantly, let him go to bed when it was the middle of the goddamn night.

No, it was better that L was gone from his life. At least he wouldn't have to look over his shoulder all the time, and he wouldn't get annoyed so often anymore. In short, it would be perfect for him, for Kira, to create his new and perfect world. He couldn't wait.

But yet, there was that tiny, small detail. He needed to know L's full name. Come on, he couldn't just be called L, could he? Even if his parents had been so retarded to call the detective just 'L', he had to have a last name. Right?

Well, it didn't matter right now. Light had a plan to find out L's real name, and he was going to put it in action soon. Possibly even that very morning.

It had been almost impossible to not realise how much the detective loved him. Light had known it every single time that he went to sleep but woke up again (he was a light sleeper, the hint is in the name) all the time when L would softly kiss him on the mouth. He never let him know that he was awake, though, preferring to just lay silent and let L do what he obviously craved so much. It was funny, in a way, that the one person who seemed to have no feelings would fall for the one person who'd be his downfall.

L had released him last night, and thus Light had been able to spend the night in his own house, plotting and planning his next move. It was quite clear what would have the most chance of succeeding. The detective had started to care about the entire team, and Light figured that if he would threaten to kill anyone of them, And he knew exactly who to start with, namely Matsuda. He was the person who was the most likely to see right through his façade with his childish look on life.

He opened the door to the building, in which the team was settled, and made his way to the young detective, tapping him on his shoulders as he reached him.

'L, I have something I would like to discuss with you. In private.'

He knew he wasn't imagining those eyes lighting up for just a second, before the sparkle in them got extinguished again. L knew that he was Kira. And he also knew that Light had his memories back. Quickly touching the piece of Death Note in his pocket, he waited until L had stood up and started walking before he moved again. When he closed the door behind him, he started speaking immediately.

'Are there any microphones in here?'

L shook his head.

'Good. Because I'm going to tell you something and I do not want anyone spying on me.'

He waited for L to say something, but the detective didn't and Light went on, pulling out the piece of Death Note as he started.

'I have a piece of the Death Note in my hand, you see. I am going to write down all the names of the people in this team.'

'No, Light!' L had finally regained his voice and was reaching towards him, visibly shaking with shock. Light smirked.

'I wasn't finished yet. There is something you can do to stop me.'

'And that's what?' L had every right to sound suspicious, but Light could have been planning to ask something so much worse of him.

'I want you to tell me your name. Your real, full name, not some alias like Ryuuzaki. You have five minutes to think about this offer, but there's a catch. I will write one name down per minute, starting with Matsuda, and ending with me.'

He could hear the sharp intake of breath from the other side of the chamber. L had strolled towards the window, placing his forehead against the cool glass, but he couldn't hold that gasp back.

'Your time starts now,' Light told him, and set the alarm on his watch. Every minute, it would beep. And with every beep, someone would die.

'L Lawliet,' it came softly from the window, just before the first minute was over. Of course L would have already thought everything through in that small amount of time, and realized that there wasn't anything else he could do. Light wasn't one to not carry out his threats and L knew it.

'What? I can't hear you.'

'L Lawliet.' It sounded stronger and more confident now. Light knew the detective was speaking the truth about his name. Why would he lie, after all? He walked towards L and wrapped his arms around the man.

'I am so happy you finally decided to trust me. Was that so hard?'

The older man was shaking in his arms, obviously expecting his death.

'Why aren't you writing? Why are you holding me?' he asked, trying his hardest to keep his tone neutral.

'Because I do not want to. Not yet, anyway.'

Still L didn't relax in his arms.

'Okay, listen,' Light sighed. 'I have a deal for you.'

'What, another one?'

'Yes, another one. If you do what I want, I will let you live. But disobey me, only once, and your fate is sealed.'

It was silent for a couple of minutes. Light stroked the stubborn, black hair of the detective, patiently waiting for the response. He knew L would give in sooner or later, he just needed more time. And Light was planning to give that to him.

'You can try it out for an hour first, if you'd like. Ask me to stop and I will, but only for this hour. Then you can make your decision. Well, isn't that fair?'

L started shaking his head in disagreement, but caught himself. Scraping his throat, he accepted the offer. Light set the alarm on his watch again, this time to sound after an hour.

'My first request for you is to lift the mattress and bring to me what you find there.' He released his grip on L and the detective hurried away. Light didn't need to keep an eye on him, he knew L would come back to him like he requested. Hearing another sharp intake of breath, he grinned. This was going to be good.

'Here it is, Light.' L offered him the handcuffs, but Light gave them back to him.

'Put them on. Hands behind your back.'

L started to protest, but Light cut through him.

'If you do it, you will be rewarded.' He stroked the black hair out of the other one's eyes, and saw contently that L was starting to put the handcuffs around his own wrists, looking very uneasy. Light made sure the manacles were secured tightly, while L looked up at him, asking with his eyes what he was going to do.

There was no need for explaining it. Or well, Light didn't want to explain. Pushing L with his back against the wall, he kissed him, fisting his hands into L's hair. He could feel the detective struggling to touch him, but his hands were tied securely behind his back. Light opened his mouth and could feel L follow his example.

The hour passed too quickly for both of them, and when the beep sounded Light reluctantly released L from the handcuffs, only to be thrown on the bed by the detective and kissed once more. However, Light eased the other man off of him and stood up, straightening his clothes.

'So, do you accept my offer?'

L looked up from what he was doing, which was rubbing his wrists. The unforgiving metal of the handcuffs had cut into the soft flesh and it was already darkening with bruises. Light felt a twinge of regret when he saw that, but he pushed it aside quickly.

'Yes, Light.' Light had to listen carefully to make out the words. He was glad that he had made L give in to him, he now controlled him completely. And oh, he couldn't wait until he could do everything that he had planned with the detective.

'Good.' He took one of the detective's hands in his own and felt a warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach at the contact. He pushed that aside, too.

'Tomorrow, I want you to find an excuse to meet me here again. Tell the team you need to discuss something, drag me along, I don't care. As long as you and I will be here, alone.'

'What will happen then?' the detective asked, needing to know what would happen. Light knew that L couldn't stand not knowing. It was one of the reasons why he had so persisted in keeping Light his prime suspect. He needed to feel that he knew who Kira was.

'I will let you know when time comes. Now go, L. We don't want to raise suspicion, after all.' He pushed L forward softly, but the detective remained stubbornly standing, throwing his arms around Light and kissing him desperately once more. Light allowed him for a couple of minutes, until another beep resounded from his watch.

'We must go now, L,' he told him after he had successfully broken free. 'Come on.' Taking L's hand, he forced him to walk along. He couldn't wait until tomorrow. His plan had worked out great. He had fooled the great detective L. Because he surely wasn't intending to keep up this façade.