¡Feliz Día de Año Nuevo! ¿Qué quieres para celebrar? ¿L y Light? : D ¡Bueno! Tengo un regalo para ti, espero que te gustara. ¿Sabes qué es? …. ¡Correcto! Es un fanficción en que L y Light han celebrado el Año Nuevo ; ) jajaja Enjoy, my lovelies ; )

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When Light finally emerged from his slumber, he immediately groaned and pushed his palms up to his throbbing forehead. "Ugggh," he groaned again, his eyes squeezing shut. L watched and waited patiently from under the covers. The detective sat up, exposing his bare torso to the chill of the room, and made sure that his lower body stayed below the blankets.

Light peeled his eyes open and scrunched up his face. "It's so bright," he whined. L looked at the windows: they were covered with blinds and almost no sun was entering the dimly lit room. L raised an eyebrow.

"I told Light that he would have a hangover if he drank so much," L spoke softly, staring at the suffering boy.

Light covered his ears, "Why are you so loud?" he whined again.

"You merely perceive me as loud, Light; I am practically whispering," L replied, getting ready to watch the boy's thought process.

Light groaned again and sat up. He shivered as the chill hit his skin. Then he blinked and looked at L. "Why don't you have a shirt on?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. L always slept in that stupid white shirt with his stupid baggy jeans; it was the first of January, it wasn't like it was too hot to wear clothes. In fact, it was cold . . . colder than usual . . .

Wait.

Light looked down at his own unusually bare chest and slowly lifted the blankets, his eyes going wide. "AND WHY AM I NAKED?!" he yelled, whipping the blankets back over himself.

"Light does not remember?" L prompted.

Light stared back and slowly lifted the blankets again. Yet again, his eyes widened and he yelled, "WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!" L just stared.

Wait.

Light stuttered, slowly speaking, "Did you and I . . . Did we . . .?"

Straight faced as always, L supplied, "Use your big boy words."

Light's face flushed, "Did we . . . do . . . it . . .?"

"Do what, Light?"

"The. . ." Light looked away and began moving his hands around in attempts to fill in the words. "Did we . . . have . . ." Light looked back at L's blank face and choked out the last word, "sex?"

"Yes, Light." L wanted to laugh at the boy's reaction, but he held back: Light's eyes were wider than L's, his mouth was open in shock, and he'd frozen, not even breathing. Then he coughed, his face as red as humanly possible.

"We had sex?!"

"Yes, Light."

"With each other?!"

"Indeed."

"TOGETHER?!"

"That is somewhat repetitive, Light."

L watched Light slam his face back into the pillow and groan out. L raised his eyebrow and pondered what he should say next. As usual, he decided that he'd sit still and watch.

After a few minutes, a red faced Light emerged and said, "Just forget about it, we were drunk and it didn't mean anything."

"We were not drunk, Light."

"I am obviously hung-over, L."

"You were drunk, yes."

Wait.

"You weren't drunk, L?" Light asked, his eyes narrowing again.

"Correct: I did not drink any alcohol," L agreed.

Wait.

"YOU TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME?! PERVERT!" Light jumped up against the headboard and covered himself tightly with the blankets.

L thought for a moment and then nodded, "Yes, I agree that I may have taken advantage of the situation."

"You creep! I was a virgin!" Light whined.

Wait.

The boy then groaned and let his head fall back at the realization. "Agggh! My first time was with a man?!" He smacked his head into his hands. Then realization hit again and he pointed accusingly at L, whining, "My first time was with YOU?!" He let his head fall back against the headboard. "Ugh."

Unfazed by the outburst, L added in his normal voice, "I was a virgin, too."

"That doesn't change the fact that you raped me!" Light yelled, pulling the covers over his head.

"I did not rape you, Light."

"Bullshit! I would never let you fuck me!" he yelled from under the blankets.

L nodded. "Light thinks I 'fucked' him?"

"You already admitted that, L!"

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to! It's obvious! I was drunk out of my mind, and the sober pervert—YOU—took advantage of me!" Light groaned.

L watched the lump of blankets and thought. He was right when he assumed that Light would come to the wrong conclusion. To the boy's defense, he was hung-over and not thinking to the best of his abilities. "Light's thinking skills decrease greatly when he his hung-over," he said.

Light poked his head out from under the blankets, offended. "Excuse me?"

"Think about it for a moment, Light," L demanded, "Are you in pain anywhere?"

"Obviously my head is throbbing like no other, proving that I was shit-faced last night."

"Light."

"What?!"

L sighed, hung-over Light was not a brilliant being. "We had sex, yes?"

"Yes," Light snapped, growing angrier and more irritated by the second.

"Where might a virgin feel pain after engaging in sexual intercourse—specifically a male with another male?"

Light's face burned red at L's textbook wording. "What's your point?"

"Does Light feel pain there?"

"Of course I. . . ," Light began before he realized that he indeed felt no pain anywhere but inside of his skull. "No. . ."

L put his thumb to his lip and added, "And you can therefore deduce that . . ?"

Light's eyes went wide again and he stared at L. "You mean . . . You didn't . . . but that I was the . . . You mean . . ."

"Yes," L nodded, "Light was the one who 'fucked' me, as he so eloquently worded it."

"I," Light blushed, "I'm sorry."

"You should be: it was quite painful. Though it was extremely enjoyable once I got used to being—"

"Stop!" Light interrupted, rubbing his temples. He'd had sex with L . . . and he had been inside of L? "What the hell happened last night, L?"

"A lot, to be completely honest," L decided.

Light's eye twitched. "Explain."

"Kira," L stated.

"What?" Light asked with irritated confusion.

"You are Kira," L clarified.

"Are you trying to say that because I wasn't the girl, I must be Kira?"

"No. I also do not appreciate being called a girl, Light; I am still very much male," L stated, slight irritation in his voice. Being dominated by another man did not mean he was suddenly a female. He brushed it off as poor word choice by a thoughtless Light.

"Whatever! Why are you bringing up Kira now?" Light pushed on.

"Because you are Kira," L repeated. Did Light really remember nothing of last night? L held back a sigh; it was beginning to become irritating. Light was the only person he never had to explain things to and now he was stuck doing just that.

Light rolled his eyes. "What's your evidence then, L?"

"You told me."

"I was drunk L, I could've told you anything, that doesn't make it true."

"Oh, right," L agreed and then admitted, "I worded that poorly. You showed me."

Light froze for a second before recovering. "I what?"

"You showed me. It is quite a long story actually..." L trailed off into thought.

"L!"

"Hmm? Oh, right. You started drinking around 10pm when you arrived to the party…though I suppose it was hardly a party since it was just the investigation team—"

"L," Light interrupted again.

"Yes, anyway, I told you to stop or you would have a hangover, but you did not seem to care. You were extremely intoxicated by the time New Year came around. That is when you pinned me against a wall and shoved your tongue down my throat—simultaneously, somehow," L continued.

Light coughed and turned red again. "How does that show you I'm Kira?"

"I am clearly not done, Light, patience."

Light groaned.

"Fortunately, most everyone else was also intoxicated due to that odd tradition of drinking your mind out…nearly literally in your case, Light," L mused.

Light rested his head on his knees and pleaded, "Please try to stay on track."

"Since you asked so nicely, I shall attempt to keep my comments to myself, though I will not be trying very hard," L replied, shifting into his usual sitting position, wrapping the blankets around himself for warmth. "I attempted to push you away—but you were quite strong despite the alcohol—and you continued to rub your body over mine…much like an animal in heat, really. You then pushed me into the bedroom and proceeded to rip my clothes off, which was quite presumptuous of you, you know. You were about to rape me, pervert."

Light blushed again and covered his eyes with his hand. "I'm sorry, okay? Please just get to how all this supposedly shows that I'm Kira."

"That does not show Light is Kira, I am getting there if you would be patient."

Light, again, groaned.

"You pinned me to the bed—you had a habit of pinning me last night—and then attempted to whisper—though it was not nearly quiet enough to be called a whisper—in my ear that you had a secret to tell me."

"Can you leave out your side comments? They're distracting," Light informed, rubbing his temples. This wasn't helping the hangover.

"Just focus better, Light. Anyway—as I was saying before I was interrupted—you told me that you were Kira. Then you showed me that little something called a Death Note—your eyes are very wide right now, Light—you handed it to me—though I am still not sure where on your person you had it—and then I could see your shinigami, Ryuk—who is not very easy on the eyes. Light?"

The catatonic looking Light blinked.

"I will just keep talking then. So after I saw shinigami Ryuk, I told you that there was no way I would let you touch me if you were really Kira and you looked very pitiful when I said that—distraught even. You were so distraught that you asked shinigami Ryuk if you could stop being Kira forever. Of course, I interjected and told you that I would not let you kiss me again—though like I said, it was more like you were trying to—"

"L," Light interrupted, still in shock.

"Right, anyway, I would not let you kiss me again if you gave up your memories, so you asked shinigami Ryuk to let you keep your memories while getting rid of the tool you use to kill and he laughed—if you can call that laughing—and told you that it sounded entertaining, which must have meant yes because he took the notebook and burned it, but you still had your memories. He also said that Misa-san's notebook was to be destroyed too, but that she would lose all of her memories up to the time before she ever touched a Death Note—so I assume that she will not remember ever having met you…which is quite a relief, really."

Light's jaw was open in shock.

Wait.

"You know I'm Kira?!"

"I thought I had already described that…please do not make me repeat all that," L complained, looking at Light and judging his reaction. It wasn't an unexpected reaction considering that Light had just found out that 1) he'd lost his virginity 2) to L and had 3) admitted that he was Kira but 4) had given up his ability to be Kira.

Light began talking frantically, "But if you know that I'm Kira, why am I not in prison? Why am I not at least back in captivity? Why am I not dead?" Wait. "WHY DID YOU LET ME HAVE SEX WITH YOU?!"

L nodded, these were better questions. "The fact that you were Kira is repulsive, but I have known that you were Kira since I met you, so that was not something I had not already accepted. You are not in prison because I again have no proof, since shinigami Ryuk destroyed it. You are not dead for similar reasons. You are not in captivity because I am selfish—as you should really know by now."

Light sat up fully and faced L, "And the sex, L?"

L tilted his head. "What about the sex?"

Light felt his eye twitch again. "Why would you let me, Kira, have sex with you, L, the greatest detective in the world?"

"I thank you for the compliment. To continue with the summary, since you gave up the Death Note, you were technically not Kira. But before that, you might have told me how much you liked me…" L trailed off, looking at the ceiling.

Light stuttered and tried, "I was drunk, L. Just because I said something doesn't mean I meant that something."

"Oh, right, poor wording again on my part: you showed me that you liked me."

"WHAT?!"

"So I might have left that out…"

"MIGHT?!"

"Okay, I did leave that out. You do realize that you had your memories of being Kira when you kissed me, when you tackled me, when you decided to give up being Kira in order to touch and kiss me, right?" L suppressed a blush.

"Agh!" Light groaned, hiding his face in his hands and curling into a ball. "That sounds horrifyingly romantic," he muttered from behind his hands.

"I agree. You told me that you liked everything about me and that you had begun developing feelings for me when you had lost your memories, and then each day you became more enamored—that word was not used, as you are not an eloquent drunk, but that was the essential meaning of all your rambling—and then when you finally got back your memories of being Kira, you were torn. You told Rem not to kill me, you told Misa to stop writing for a while." L bit on his thumb and continued, "You also did not spare the details that once you were let off the handcuffs, you jerked off daily to the thought of me—which I really did not need to know, Light."

Light, still hiding behind his hands groaned out, "L, that's so embarrassing."

"I agree, Light. You then asked if you could continue to celebrate the New Year with me. Although it was nice that you asked, it was a little bit unnecessary since you were already pulling off my pants."

"Aggh!"

"Yes I agree. Then you proceeded to do very intimate and sexual things to me—"

"L!" Light interrupted, covering L's mouth with his hands, "Please stop!"

L pulled the boy's hands off his mouth. "Light's face is very red, like he is embarrassed, but his current erection tells me that he is—"

"L!"

"Well, now that you are sober, please, go on, tell me that it was all a lie," L allowed.

Light looked away, embarrassed.

"Well?"

Light groaned. What was the point in hiding it anymore? Liking L wasn't keeping him from ruling the world anymore…his being a drunken idiot did that. There was nothing to hide at this point, why not have something good come out of this?

"Light?"

"It's true," Light admitted, sneaking a glance at the eccentric detective.

"It is?" L almost didn't believe it. Just like before: he had known that Light was Kira, but never expected him to admit it. And now: he had known that—for some reason—Light liked him, but he never thought Light would actually admit to it.

"…yes…" Light looked at L head on. "I was Kira, but I liked you anyway. You made the mistake of getting close to your suspect, but I made the mistake of falling in love with the detective I was supposed to kill."

"Love, Light?" L smirked.

Light froze again.

"The almighty Kira is in love with L, the greatest detective?" L's smirk got larger.

"That's a bit cocky isn't it?"

"Your words, Light, not mine… Light looooves me?" he edged.

Eye twitch, "L…please stop."

"Make me," L dared.

For the first time that day, Light smiled and leaned over top of L. "Is that an invitation?"

L grinned back, "You did not need an invitation last night."

"Hey, I gave up everything I had to be able to do whatever it is that I did!"

"That just shows that you do love me," L teased, leaning back onto the bed, Light hovering over him.

"Che, whatever," Light said with embarrassment, leaning down and brushing his lips onto L's.

L grabbed onto Light's back, pulling him flat on top of his body. Light ran his hands down L's body; he wished that he could remember what he and L had done last night, but he must have been far too drunk, it was probably amazing that he hadn't passed out.

"Ahh," L gasped out, panting, "Light?"

"Mm?" Light mumbled, mouth sucking on L's neck.

"Do you think that—ahh—this—aaah—time—Ahh! Light!"

Light paused his motions and asked, irritated that he had to stop, "What?!"

"Do you think that this time we could use a proper form of lubrication other than saliva?" L asked, straight faced.

"What?" Light asked, face reddening.

"Like I told you before, as much as I did enjoy it, it was quite painful last night. I would like some form of preparation other than your tongue this time."

Wait.

"MY WHAT?!" Light yelled, fully embarrassed. He had used his TONGUE to prepare L?! Light groaned, he really was the pervert.

"Your ton—"

"L!"

Light smacked his mouth back onto L's before he could say anything more embarrassing. Despite giving up being Kira…and the slight loss of dignity, this was turning into a mighty fine New Year after all.

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Happy New Year's Eve everyone! I hope your New Year will be as much fun as L's and Light's ; )

Eh…

…I mean that in a totally not perverted way…

I'm thinking of turning this oneshot into a twoshot (is that a thing? ... it is now) that will show you what happened last night ; ) but I'm going to try to keep the rating at T, so no sex, but it'll be funnier I bet. Drunk Light, haha. If I do that, it will be up on New Year's Day!

(Because that makes sense: post about New Year's Day on New Year's Eve, only to update about New Year's Eve on New Year's Day)

Pues, hasta capítulo 2…

~Aia~