Hey y'all, I'm here with a new mini series "Type of kisses", inspired by a list on Tumblr. This time, I decided to go with Lawlight because they're a guilty pleasure of mine.

This series is an AU that I hope you guys like. Disclaimer, it's my first time writing for this fandom, and for a m/m couple, so yeah, I hope you guys enjoy.

If you have a prompt for a drabble, shot me an ask miitzwrites on Tumblr.

As always, english isn't my first language, and this piece was unbeta'ed.

Comments are more than welcome!

Enjoy!

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7. Unbreakable Kiss - The type of kiss that really shouldn't be happening, it's a mistake, but you just can't find yourself able to pull away.

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Ooooo

In the end, both of them were defeated.

The APN closed the investigation, blaming Kyosuke Higuchi for the deaths committed by Kira. The shinigamis and the deadly notebook seemed something out from a nightmare, but they were real. The team wouldn't be able to forget the horrible face of a shinigami named Rem, nor the shook that it caused them to find out how Kira killed. But it was over now. At least, a couple of days later after the imprisonment of Higuchi, the task force had a good reason to celebrate.

Except for L and Light.

For the world outside, they were the perfect team of investigators. Some would say they were rivals, most would agree that they were friends. What people didn't know was that something deeper transpired between them.

During the time that Light gave up the ownership of the Death Note, his good nature come out. His pure desire to make justice appealed L, to the point of questioning more than once if this young man, with a brilliant future and an impressive intellect, could really be a cold hearted serial killer.

But also, during that brief time, they got closer.

The touches started by accident. The chain that connected them together, didn't allow much movement. They would bump into each other or skim their fingers on the other's skin to reach out for something. Then, they started fighting constantly. Although Light was impulsive, L was agile, and when Light tried to press him down, L would always have the upper hand.

And then, the softer caress began.

At nights, when neither one could sleep, a wandering hand would set on the other's, like a reassuring reminder that they weren't alone. Some nights, out of curiosity, Light would run his fingers through L's hair, noticing its softness, and the sleepy man would make a pleased sound. And some other nights, the slightly older detective would touch Light's jaw, just because he could, and because it felt different under his fingertips, compared to when he punched Light there with a fist.

And then, after a particularly nasty fight, they kissed for the first time.

Their lips collided against each other, fighting for dominance, as they always did. L's slim hands traveled up and down Light's side, setting down on his hips. Light, on his part, kept a bruising grip on the back of L's neck, while his other hand tried to pull his shirt off.

From the beginning, they were aware that having an affair, for a lack of a better word, wasn't their most rational decision, but as Light pushed into L, savoring the feeling of being connected for the first time, all rational mind flied out of the window.

Their bodies were a sweaty mess when they both climaxed. Light rested his head on L's shoulder, sleep calling him quickly. And once again, L was left alone with his thoughts. As he played with Light's hair, he prayed to any god that might hear him, to let him enjoy this moment. "Please, don't let him be Kira."

The days passed in a blur. They kept fighting, arguing as they always did, but they also kept having sex, kept kissing each other senseless. And before either Light or L could see it, they kept falling for each other. And hard.

But, as the saying goes, the higher you go the harder you fall.

And then, that dreadful night came.

The team retrieved the notebook from Higuchi and sent it to the lab for analysis. Light remained in silence for the rest of the way back to the headquarters. L eyed him, suspiciously. He got Kira, he got the weapon, but he didn't get the motives, and Light looked almost pale. There was something going on, and he needed answers, that deep inside, knew he wouldn't like.

Once they were alone, L was the first to talk.

"What's on your mind?" L asked from the threshold of their shared bedroom. He observed Light for a long moment. Light kept his eyes glued to the floor, and only managed to get out a weak 'I'm sorry' from his lips.

L was afraid of unveiling a truth that he much rather hide. But he couldn't. He moved to stand in front of Light, and with care, he tipped Light's chin with his finger. Light wore his usual unexpressive mask, but his eyes told more than what L wanted to know.

"Tell me it isn't real. Tell me that my suspicions about you are unfounded. Tell me that you're not him, and we'll forget about it for as long as we live." L's voice sounded strange to his own ears. Was he begging? Did the great investigator try to fool himself again? A voice inside his head told him to stop this nonsense, and he did.

He turned around and moved to the window to try to collect his feelings and thoughts. Disappointment, betrayal, hurt were unknown to him, and in that very moment, he could feel everything pile up in his chest.

"Are you going to turn me in?" came the soft voice of Light Yagami, who hadn't moved from where he was standing. Then, something clicked inside the investigator's head. He straightened his posture, and turned to look at Light. "Is that what worries you?" The accusation in his voice didn't go unnoticed by Light, but he didn't answer.

L felt something cracking within himself, and for the first time in years, a knot in his throat made it impossible for him to keep speaking. He needed time to understand the wave of emotions that threatened to drown him. Without a word, he left the room. Light didn't try to stop him, and for a while, he could only stare at the spot that L had occupied just a moments ago.

Ooooo

Two days passed since the task force captured the fake Kira.

Light could breath normally. He had realized that L had no intention of turning him in, which was a relief. But they hadn't spoken since that night, and that made him nervous. He was aware that more questions would have to be answered, but knowing how unpredictable L was, he had no idea of when to expect them.

"Yeah, I heard he's leaving tonight. I even offered to move the celebration party to his room, but he refused," Matsuda happily chatted with Aizawa, unaware of Light's presence. "What did you say, Matsuda?" Asked Light, interrupting their conversation, "Ryuzaki won't be coming tonight, Light. He said something about his flight and leaving tonight, you know, another case or something like that."

Light felt the color draining from his face in that instant, and without a second thought, he left the main office, practically running to the elevator to reach the floor where his and L's bedroom was.

He stormed into the room a little breathless, and found L staring out of the window, with a thumb in between his lips, thinking.

"You can't leave, L," Light said, brushing the fangs off his eyes. "You aren't done here."

"And why is that, Light? The case is closed, so my work here is done. Whether the right person will be put into jail or not, that's not my decision to make."

Light cringed internally at the implication of L's words, but he said nothing. "But we need to talk. There's still some things you need to know."

"You can talk to one of the other members of the task force, as for me, I've had enough of this place."

His patience was wearing thin, and in a desperate attempt to have L listen to his reasons, Light strode towards him, and grabbed his arm to force L to turn around and face him. L's black eyes seemed empty, like simple black orbs that could shallow him at any moment. L was, most of the time, expressionless, but right now, he just looked hollow.

"Why, Light? Why did you do it?" L questioned Light, and his cold voice sent shivers to Light's spine. Reluctant to even confess his sins, Light shook his head, avoiding his question. "That doesn't matter now, L, you just need to know that I.-"

"That you what, Light? That you used me to get what you wanted? Is that so?" L cut him off, and Light frantically shook his head again. "I'm sorry, L, but what happened between us wasn't originally in my plans. If it helps, I never lied to you when we were together."

L wanted to laugh at that, but he just tilted his head, frowning. "Is this another white lie that you tell people not to hurt their feelings?"

"No! L, when I said that I liked you and your company, I meant it. But I also thought if I got rid of you, no one would interfere again, and I could create an utopia where no crime were tolerated." Light confessed, and in an strange way, that act alone felt liberating.

L listened silently, and let out a heavy sigh. He wasn't good with feelings, he never had to confront them, nor to explain what happened inside his mind and heart, but right then, he felt lost.

"L, you also need to know that, in the process, I think I developed feelings for you."

"And yet, you still are going to kill me, aren't you?" More than a question, L's words were a confirmation that wasn't refused by Light. L took another look around and headed to the door, but was stopped by Light, who grabbed his arm tightly. "Please, don't leave me." It was a desperate attempt, and Light hated how fragile he sounded. 'I don't have to beg you,' he thought, "I'm a god, am I not?'

L, then, met Light' eyes. Light softly spoke, "I wish I had met you under different circumstances." He didn't let go of his arm, instead, Light closed the distance between them.

In his mind, L recited over and over again why this was wrong, but didn't stop Light. He did the exact opposite of what his mind told him to do. He kissed Light back.

Their lips molded perfectly into each other, as a practiced dance that they knew by memory. Light grabbed the back of L's neck, pressing his body against the other man. Without breaking the kiss, L cornered him into the nearest wall, as his hands roamed freely down Light's torso. 'This is right,' Light thought as L poured everything he had into the kiss. L was certain that this would be the last time he would have to enjoy this moment, so he savoured it, saving the memory of Light's lips for the upcoming lonely nights. Light, on his part, wanted to believe that this would be enough to convice L to stay. But he should know better than that.

L broke the kiss, and rested his forehead against the other detective. Then, he murmured something that Light couldn't understand. "I said 'L. Lawliet', that's my name. Do as you please with it."

Light stared dumfounded at L. He finally got his name, yes, but this wasn't how he wanted to find out. L moved away, returning to his usual blank expression and odd demeanour.

"Goodbye, Kira."

Without sparing another glance at Light, he abandoned the room.

Light remained still until he felt something wet run down his cheeks. He wasn't crying, was he? The god of the new world couldn't be bothered by such mundane things, and yet, the man who had just walked out his life, stole something from him, that he knew he would never get back.

Yes, L discovered the real identity of Kira.

Yes, Light finally had the real name of the mysterious detective L.

But in the end, neither of them get what they really wanted.