A/N; Well I thought as I had a Light x L one-shot in my story collection I should balance it with an L x Light one... sorta.
Light is under confinement, kept in a completely sterile and boring cell, bound and under constant observation by L. What is Light's view on the situation and what precisely is so interesting about L's sensual fingers. Sorry what? L x Light
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Confinement's Ease
Light stared down at the bowl in front of him, this humiliation was too much. He would have thought L would have at least let him use his hands to eat, it seemed this would never be the case. Carefully Light began to drink from the bowl, grateful that at least he was sat at a temporary table, not kneeling on the floor. That would have been the ultimate embarrassment.
Light hid his frown as Ryuk chuckled in amusement, not that he really needed to hide his frown, his situation was reason enough. In his haste to consume the meagre ration he overturned the bowl and stared in yet more annoyance as the broth spilled off the edge of the table and onto the tiles. Now he truly was fed up, he sighed and let his head fall forward onto a clean patch of the table with a small bang. He had been eating this way for two weeks; two whole weeks! And he still couldn't get it right; he would always end up spilling it at some point during the meal.
He glanced up at the nearest camera, he was sure L was finding this all exceedingly amusing. Oh yes he could just imagine L now; sat there almost impassively, his thumb at the corner of his mouth while his eyes gleamed with malicious glee. Light counted down the seconds until that infuriating voice sounded over the tannoy to ask Light whether he was alright. Just another thing Light was beginning to hate. The list was getting quite long now, it even included two of the walls of his cell, his mattress, what he was wearing and all the floor tiles bar one.
He blinked as he counted past the thirty second mark in his head, and L still hadn't said anything. Slowly Light raised his head and stared once more at the spilled food, he expected Watari would enter any time now and silently clean up the mess. Several minutes passed and even this didn't happen. Light began to wonder whether he should inquire as to why nothing was happening when he heard the series of doors outside his cell begin to open and shut in quick succession. Finally the door to his cell slid open and Light nearly let his head fall back to the table. The object of his ire was standing there holding a tray.
Light watched in silence as L entered and set down the tray on the table before Light. Then he looked down at the contents of the tray, more food, a spoon, a clean up cloth a… Wait a spoon?
"I take it you are going to finally let me feed myself," Light asked, grateful that his under used voice didn't crack.
"No Light-kun," L replied, "I feel I have been remiss in ensuring your uptake of vital nutrients, so I have decided to aid you. I am going to feed you."
"Can't you just untie my hands?" Light asked, even as he watched L calmly mop up the spilled food, his movements seeming surprisingly practised.
"No, Light-kun," L replied, standing and staring down at Light, "I still do not know how Kira operates and so I need to keep you restrained, also the possibility of you attacking me is quite high considering your current circumstances."
"Fine," Light sighed, he finally knew how L was going to make him even more humiliated. L leant against the table next to him and picked up the fresh bowl and held the spoon in his hand in a surprisingly normal fashion.
L dipped the spoon into the broth and touched it to the side of the bowl, before holding it out towards Light. Light rolled his eyes, this was all too stupid, and opened his mouth. L actually looked surprised at Light's acceptance as he slipped the spoon carefully into Light's mouth.
L fed Light spoonful after spoonful of the soup. Pausing only when Light asked him if anyone was watching this, Light seemed rather downcast at the thought.
"Only Watari," L replied, before continuing on with his task.
Light gratefully accepted the food, he was beginning to feel sated for the first time since he arrived here. He ignored the exuberant laughter filling the room as Ryuk observed them. The shinigami would of course find this hilarious.
"Thank you Ryuuzaki," Light said quietly once L set down the now empty bowl. L inclined his head in silent acknowledgement. Light watched as L left the room with the tray, he assumed that L would not return. He was wrong, but as L hefted the small fold up table from the room Light understood why he had returned. Carefully Light rose to his feet and managed to shuffle back over to the bed, and collapse down to recline on his side, before L returned to collect the chair. Light always wondered why he wasn't allowed to keep the chair. It was a nice chair, he liked the chair. It was one of the good things about his confinement, mainly because if he sat in the chair not a single part of his body went to sleep or decided to ache.
It was almost comical to think that a few weeks ago he had been contemplating the difficulties of world domination and a certain annoying detective, and now he here was considering a chair to be a highlight of his day because he could sit comfortably. He looked up as the certain annoying detective entered for the chair, L seemed surprised to see him already lying back on the bed. Light wondered if he could think of any other ways to make L look surprised, it always amused Light to see L's big round eyes grow wider. It made him look like some form of monkey, or a panda. Yes that was it, a panda.
The 'panda' paused at the doorway before suddenly turning around and padding over to Light, crouching down to be at eye level with Light.
"Is there anything else you require Light-kun?" L asked, his voice low, "I wouldn't wish for you to be overly uncomfortable."
Light blinked in surprise, then in all seriousness thought it over. His own eyes widened as he realised, yes there was something making him slightly uncomfortable and the more he tried to block it out the worse it became. He needed the toilet.
This day was probably going to be among the worst of his life, by far. Ever.
L seemed to realise Light's problem almost immediately and nodded slightly in understanding, his thumb rising to his mouth. Much to Light's surprise L reached down and undid the bindings on his feet.
"It was that, carry you over, or watch you struggle over yourself," L explained before Light could even query it, "I think you have suffered more than enough humiliation for one day. Unfortunately I cannot in all conscience untie your hands. I do not do this to embarrass you Light-kun-"
"Yes you do, you Prick," Light thought angrily.
"-you are my first friend after all, but you are also my prime suspect."
L sighed then he truly seemed saddened that he had to do this. Light felt his anger wane, he had suggested he be locked up, true it had been part of his plan to finally remove L from his life and protect himself, but he shouldn't get angry now L was actually doing what Light wanted.
What happened next was awkward by anyone's standards. L stood behind to help him, and Light found that he was actually tensing up with L's hands on him, to have those long fingers wrapped around him. So much so that he barely managed to relieve himself. Finally the ordeal was over and Light managed not to shudder in disgust as L tucked him back inside his trousers. He felt L spent a little to long sorting the fabric out then, smoothing the fabric around him just a tad to more than he needed to. Light found his breathing became heavier the longer L's hands stayed in place, then much to his relief they moved away.
Light strode to the bed and sat on the edge, before shifting back onto his side. He said nothing to L, what could he say? Thank you for not releasing my hands and invading my personal space so immensely? There was no way he would ever say thank you. He couldn't look at L as the detective reattached the bindings to his feet; his pride couldn't take it.
He was forced to look at L though as the detective crouched down in front of him.
"What books does Light-kun like?" L asked, his question completely unexpected by Light.
"What on earth are you on about?"
"I know that Light must be very bored in here, I was contemplating alleviating some of that boredom by reading you a book that you would find entertaining," L explained.
Light almost felt like turning down the offer out of sheer pride, but he was becoming incredibly bored being confined in a cell all day. He sighed; at least this would break the monotony.
"Surprise me," Light said finally, "I don't have a particular book preference."
"I will be back in five minutes then Light-kun," L said quietly, rising to his feet and padded out.
Light watched L leave with a bemused expression on his face, he wondered just what had caused this sudden change in attitude from L.
L was true to his word and almost precisely five minutes later he returned. Light blinked in surprise when he saw that L had returned carrying not one, but five books.
"I am aware you told me to choose, but I thought you deserved a choice in this at least," L said quietly, hopping up onto the end of Light's bed. Light was not surprised though that his choices were all English books, not that it would bother him, but still. He made an idle choice, the book actually did sound interesting.
Light listened to L's voice as he began to read the book. To Light's surprise L could be very expressive in his tone when he chose to be, each character seemed to be defined as soon as they appeared. He soon lost himself in the sound of L's voice, the low melodic tone washing over him as the story progressed. It was an interesting book, and the plot was stimulating enough for his intellect. He should have expected it of course, L was infuriating, but he was a genius Light would admit to that and L would therefore only read books that would engage the mind.
Eventually he forced himself to sit up to lean against the wall facing L. The flow of words from L paused for a moment before continuing after he satisfied himself that his listener was still interested. After only half an hour L reached the end of one of the chapters and stopped, closing the book and placing it with the others, before gathering them up in as he rose from the bed.
"I will be back tomorrow Light-kun," L said quietly as he headed for the door.
"Thank you," Light said quietly, hardly aware that he had spoken until the word of gratitude fell from his lips.
L turned and nodded his head slightly as he acknowledged the thanks and left the cell. Behind him Light sat there pondering just why he had been so captivated by the low intonations of L's voice, by the feel of L's fingers on him as L had helped him… Light wondered just why he at least for a few moments he couldn't help not hating the detective.
…
And so it continued, every night L came to help Light eat dinner, albeit now with no chair or table, however because of his 'help' some of the gaunt look that had begun to creep across Light's face due to lack of nutrition faded. After the meal came the book reading, L's voice still continued to captivate Light for reasons even his brain couldn't fathom out despite the long hours he spent on it.
Light would nearly have admitted to L's company becoming enjoyable had there not been one aspect of their evening "together" that still shamed him and made him infuriated with L; L was the one who came in the evenings to aid Light do whatever he needed to. Again and again Light had to suffer the indignity of L's hands slowly freeing him from the confines of his trousers and those always cold fingers wrapping round him.
Light found that he began to dread those occasions, the event dominating his mind to the point where his waking hours were spent trying to find some reasonable explanation for why he didn't want L touching him, somehow he could never just bring himself to say no. After all if not L then it would be Watari and L would be watching anyway. It infected his mind so much that he began to dream of those fingers, those abominable fingers that touched him, of the effrontery of L in treating him in such a way.
In the confines of his cell Light forced back a shudder as he remembered his most recent dreams of those long fingers. This time they had not been confined to there usual activity, they had shifted, moved and caressed his body, the cool fingers feeling like ice against his skin. What worried Light the most though was how his body reacted in his dreams, not with revulsion as he so wished he had, but in pleasure arching into those fingers as they moved across his form, whispered sounds of pleasure escaping his dreaming self.
Light's eyes widened then, and he was thankful of the wall ahead of him as he realised he was actually becoming aroused from the memory of his dream. The all too vivid sensations refusing to dull and dwindle as dreams usually do. He forced himself to believe that it was merely a reaction to the memories; that his brain was making him react to the residual emotions he had been having in the dream. If he forced himself to he was sure he could make these unwelcome feelings go away couldn't he?
The day passed all to quickly for Light, his dread of L's return in the evening seeming to increase the speed at which the day progressed until, like the sounds of rolling thunder in a storm Light heard the long series of doors outside his cell open and shut. He bit his lip, his head once more turned towards the wall. He wondered where all his self-confidence and control had gone over the past few weeks.
He forced himself up and into a sitting position as L finally entered.
"Good evening Light-kun," L said quietly, approaching Light with the tray. It was some form of broth for dinner again Light saw; he was beginning to long for a vegetable in solid form.
"Good evening," Light replied, almost automatically, then he forced himself to look away as he realised he had been focusing all his attention on the white fingers griping the tray. With a sudden shock he realised his heart was pounding in his chest as if he were already anticipating the movements those fingers would make.
"Light, Light."
Light blinked and realised he had actually missed L speaking to him.
"Sorry, I don't seem to have woken up fully today. Maybe I'm lethargic, I don't know," Light said hurriedly, wondering how he could form an explanation for this but not for those fingers… he mentally screamed when he realised he had wandered back to thinking of those dratted fingers.
"Light, it's vegetable soup tonight, but Watari says he could make you something different if you prefer," L repeated, seemingly accepting Light's explanation, Light was shown the contents of the bowl. He seriously considered then that L could read his mind over some things, in the bowl were pieces of vegetable, they looked fresh and perhaps even crunchy. He could nearly laugh in happiness; he would have done had not L been sitting so close to him, and the action be wholly inappropriate for someone with as much self respect as he had.
"Vegetable will be fine," Light replied hurriedly, looking up at L and realising that he was actually smiling slightly at the detective. A moment later the spoon was before him, held in those so obviously dextrous fingers. He sat there on the edge of the bed as L perched next to him, both silent as Light ate his way through the bowl trying not to follow the motions of L's hands as he did so. He hated how he had suddenly begun to find them so hypnotic. He failed and he realised with increasing tension that slowly his problem from the morning was returning as he mused on L's fingers that were finally before him.
"I don't know how you can eat this," L murmured suddenly, "I hate vegetables, I couldn't possibly eat them. Everything about them is horrible to me."
Light started at L's sudden words, his voice breaking through his heated reverie; his movement caught L unawares and the spoonful of soup tilted and fell to coat one of Light's trouser legs, followed by the rest of the bowl as it tipped from it's perched position on L's knee. Light hissed as the hot soup soaked through the fabric and touched his skin.
"Oh I'm sorry Light," L murmured, "I wasn't expecting you to move like that. I'll go get a fresh pair of trousers."
Light was about to say a hasty refusal but then realised that no that wouldn't work, he was a meticulous person, L would question why he didn't want them and would still find out what Light was trying to hide. He tried to force his problem to die down, to go away, but it would not. He could only hope that L granted him the use of his hands to dress as Watari always did in the mornings after Light had hurriedly showered, the only ten minutes of the day that Light was allowed the use of his hands. He had the feeling L timed him too.
Light watched apprehensively as L approached him as he re-entered; the detective placed the clothes on the bed then crouched down next to Light. Light tensed as those fingers touched his ankles, carefully removing the bonds that bound his legs together. Light could feel the soft touch of those fingers through the fabric, it was maddening and he knew that it was only going to get worse. He didn't dare contemplate what L's reaction would be when he revealed Light's erection.
"If you would care to stand Light and I will change your trousers for you," L said quietly, rising to his feet slightly.
"Can you not even let me do that myself," Light said, his voice sounding overly harsh even to himself.
"No Light," L replied, "as I have said before the bindings are for a reason. It's not as if I will see anything I haven't seen before."
"Watari allows me out of them when I shower, how could this be any different?" Light rallied.
"He does?" L said looking shocked, "he was not to do that. It seems he has taken advantage of the fact I do not watch you then, I shall have to do something about that."
"What?" Light said stunned, even as L actually forced him up onto his feet.
"I am no voyeur Light, I try to give you some privacy at least, up till now I had trusted Watari to tell me anything of interested to the case. I am afraid you will be having a lot more of my company from now on." L's hands moved to Light's hips, Light could only think that L hadn't seen his 'problem' before now as the fabric of his trousers was so voluminous.
Light gulped at L's statement and what was about to happen. He forced back a shudder, he couldn't stop this from happening, he could already feel his face heating. With an almost gentle motion L tugged at the wet fabric of Light's slack trousers and began to pull them down. Light could hear Ryuk laughing hysterically as his erection was bared to the world; he stifled a groan of shame as L glanced down.
Then Light felt his blush deepen as L's unfathomable gaze looked back up into his wide eyes. Light wondered what was about to befall him.
A/N; So do you have any request for what should happen next? Rest assured there will be a lemon next chapter to finish the one-shot. Don't hesitate to tell me of anything you would like to see happen.