A/N: First of all, I don't own anything relating to Death Note or its characters. I'm just a poor authoress that does her best to please you wonderful readers. This is my first Death Note fic, and it is simply two yaoi-fied versions of two events in the series. A two-shot, and that's it. L and Light (yes, I spell it "Light") are very difficult characters to write accurately, so please forgive me if my characterization is a wee bit off. I do my best, ne. These are the only two stories I have in mind right now. No, I will not write any more than these two. Please don't send me reviews saying "OMG, please continue!". Please note that the status of this fic is "Complete". Complete it is, and complete it shall stay. I can only try to promise to write something else, but it all depends on if my mind comes up with another plausible situation to put these two sexy bishies in.

Anyways…this author's note is almost as long as this "chapter"! I'll shut up now. (puts tape over her mouth and gestures for you to read ahead)

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Light clutched L's white shirt in his fist, furious. What the hell was wrong with him?! Just because his deductions about Light being Kira were wrong, he had "lost motivation"? Bullshit!

"You were the one who had Misa and me confined!" he reminded him, growing angrier by the minute. Could L really forget that little detail?

L stared at him for a moment, though nothing seemed to be going on behind those cold black pits.

"I know," he muttered at last. "But even so..."

Before Light could even blink, L had freed himself of the grasp and kicked him.

Hard.

"One for one, Light-kun," L told him as he toppled backwards.

There was a hefty tug on the chain that held them together, and L soared across the room to meet the brunet. Light landed on his back on the couch they had just been sitting on, and didn't have time to move...

Neither of them knew how it had happened. One moment they were wielding fists and feet, and the next, their lips were smashed together.

Light made a small noise in his throat. He could feel his cheeks heating up, and he was sure that it was only a matter of seconds before he was as red as the strawberry on L's cake. His mind was blank; he couldn't think of anything except the obvious fact that he was in a lip lock with the man who had been trying for months to prove that he was Kira. This was wrong; all wrong.

But he felt completely paralyzed; L was on top of him, and though he didn't weigh very much, and Light was certain (he thought) that he was strong enough to push him off, the brunet suddenly felt like he couldn't even move his pinkie finger. L's wide onyx orbs bore into him, and he wished he could look away. He couldn't see anything in the endless depths; they were emotionless, as always. They stared at each other, their lips crushed together, neither one responding, neither one able to move. This moment seemed to last an eternity. Light was torn between several different feelings at once. Part of him felt mortified; another disgusted; and yet another part dared to feel...

...aroused.

L's mouth was surprisingly warm, contradicting the rest of his seemingly cold demeanor. Light could feel someone quivering, but he wasn't sure if it was him or L.

Misa's ear-splitting cry brought his focus back.

"Light-kun!" she squealed, rushing over. "Are you all right?"

She shoved L away, sending the dark-haired man tumbling off to the side while she took his place, hovering over Light with worry etched in every detail of her face.

"Light-kun!"

Light blinked several times, trying to collect himself. L was already climbing to his feet, and so Light followed suit. He couldn't keep his eyes off the pale figure next to him, but the man would not turn around to face him. Light was welcomed with the sight of L's white-clothed, hunched back. L stood perfectly still, and it was impossible for the brunet to determine what he was thinking at that moment. Misa tugged at his arm, still concerned that he had been hurt and babbling nonsensically into his ear. Light tried to brush her off with an incoherent "I'm fine", but she simply clutched him tighter, forcing his attention back on her. He wondered how she could possibly have overlooked the fact that he had just been kissing another man.

Out of the corner of his eye, Light saw L sit back down on the couch, staring at the remains of his smashed cake. Placing his hands on his knees, L assumed his "normal" sitting position, hunched over and brooding. Light couldn't believe that he didn't have any reaction to what had just taken place, but then again, he had often questioned L's humanity (or lack thereof). However, as L brushed his thumb over his lips, the brunet noticed that the normally pale skin was now tinged pink.

Light unconsciously licked his own lips.

Sweet. They tasted sweet, like...

He glanced at L again.

Cake.

Light knew that it was scientifically impossible for someone to taste like whatever they ate, but at that moment in time, for a reason that he would never know, he found himself wondering if the rest of L tasted as sweet as his lips.

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