A/N: Once upon a time...

No, just kidding. This won't be a fairytale. Of course not. This is basically a different version of the same idea I used for Bittersweet - another of my fics, that one is from Light's POV - and I do have to say I'm more fond of Bittersweet myself. The characterization is much better, for one. I know the chara's here are probably majorly OOC. If I am right, then leave a review telling me where I went wrong, okay? Reviews are appreciated anyway, but flames are not.

Rated M for a reason, it's not so bad but there is some adult content in here. Also, gay-ness. Which is awesome to me, but maybe not to you, dear reader.

Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note. Does this look like Japanese to you?

L experimentally tugged on the doorknob again. Of course it wouldn't open. Light had locked him in here, and Light wouldn't be the God of the new world if he would let the detective escape. Because in that case, L would certainly go after him and make sure Kira was history. He sighed and carved yet another line in the wall behind the curtain – he had been allowed to have a window, though the glass was bulletproof and there was no way to open it, he had tried – to mark how many days he had already been in here. It had been sixty-one.

Light, no sorry, Kira, would leave him in here for as long as it would take to have L admit that he wanted to be with the brunette, but they both knew that L could be very, very stubborn. His back was still raw from the whippings he had received for trying to escape, and his wrists were still sore and red from when Light had tried to blackmail him by denying him the freedom to walk around in his cell. It wasn't like L cared about that, anyway. Where could he go?

The man knew that Light wouldn't kill him. Not even Kira would. Because he loved him too much for that, he loved him too much to live without him. So even though Light must have a lot of things to do in this new world of his, he still freed the time to come and see L. Never without the hope that the detective might finally give in.

And yes, the footsteps he was hearing right now were definitely Light's. L tried to hide himself, afraid for what would happen next, but there wasn't a place big enough for him to crawl in. He settled for sitting on the bed in his usual position, looking straight at the door to try and show his captor that he wasn't scared, though he felt his insides tightening in fear.

'Hello L. How are you?'

'I'm fine. How is the perfect world coming along?' L acted like he usually did during these visits, like he wasn't interested and just wanted Light to go. He liked how he could piss Light off at any given time, he seemed to be the only one to ever see those eyes tightening and the cheeks slightly reddening in annoyance.

'It's fine. No thanks to you, though.'

Light let himself in and sat down on L's bed, careful to sit on the exact opposite side of the bed than L was. The detective noticed that Kira was looking quite uneasy. Why in the world would 'God' have to be nervous? he wondered. He might find it out if he kept very quiet, which was exactly what he was planning to do. He kept on staring at Light though, to make him feel more anxious.

Several minutes passed before Light started speaking.

'So… I guess you still didn't change your mind?'

L merely shook his head. No need for words here, that would only make his captor feel better.

'I don't get it, L. I'm giving you the chance here to live together with me, be my companion for the rest of our life, and rule this new world together. What more could you possibly want?'

Justice. Freedom. The real Light.

They had been over this so often already that he didn't need to say the words out loud anymore. They'd had this conversation many times already and L could predict how it would go. He finally closed his eyes so he wouldn't have to show Light how bored he was with this.

'I'm not going to try and talk sweet words to you and tell you how badly I need you, L. You know that by now. I'm going to show you now how much you need me, how much you love me. And I won't give up on that. I gave Mikami orders, I can stay here for a long time until I've convinced you.'

L's eyes shot open. This was not what he had been expecting. He wanted to get out, wanted to flee while he still could. He saw the gleam in Light's eyes which meant that he was thinking like Kira, and he knew that this would not end well. He shuffled back, tried to disappear in the wall, but Light was straddling him and he couldn't go far.

'I'm going to show you that,' he breathed, ignoring L's desperate attempts to get away. 'I'm going to make you realize you love me. You'll be mine, mine, mine…'

L opened his mouth to scream – not that it would work because there was no one, no one at all on his side – and the brunette used that opportunity to kiss him. Unlike the detective had thought, though, he didn't kiss him viciously and claimed his mouth, but it was very soft and sweet. He wanted to gasp but that was impossible, and his hands clutched at the sheets underneath him, trying to hold on to something he knew wouldn't change nor go away.

He forced his eyes to stay open but in the end he lost the battle against his own body. His eyelids closed in pleasure and he sighed, feeling his mouth open just the tiniest bit. Much to his surprise, Light also didn't take immediate advantage of that but merely asked for entrance first, by licking his lips slightly.

L gripped the sheets even tighter, wanting the warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach to go away. He didn't want to enjoy this, didn't want to feel so complete, but even the greatest genius in the world couldn't control his feelings. It was just impossible.

He moved his head away – away from that adorable mouth of Light, oh god how he wanted to kiss it again – and whimpered when he felt Light kiss down his throat. He had to disguise the moan somehow…

'Don't lie, L,' Light whispered against his skin. 'I know you do like it.'

Light's hand moved downwards and started palming him through his pants, while moving his lips back to L's.

'Here, see? You're getting hard already.'

L wanted to give Light a witty retort so badly but his mouth was being occupied again. What would he have said anyway? Light would dismiss everything as a lie immediately and then cloud his mind over with pleasure so he had no choice but to admit the truth. When he sighed again, Light slipped his tongue in L's mouth and started playing with the other's tongue.

The detective tried to focus his mind on the sheets, still in his fist, but he couldn't. Light's scent, Light's touch, Light's moves, it was all intoxicating and he couldn't think of anything else anymore. Slowly his fists unclenched and his hands were moving upwards, only to tangle themselves in Light's hair.

He cursed himself for his lack of resistance, but he couldn't bring up the strength anymore to fight. And this felt so good, somehow… He kept on wanting more and more. When Light pulled away, he refused to let him and kept his head firmly in place. The brunette chuckled.

'If you want more you're going to have to ask for it.'

L slightly pouted, but removed his hands from Light's hair and let them drop to the sides, back on the already crumpled sheets. Light just continued stroking his hair and palming him through his clothes, which only made him yearn for more contact. When the brunette took both of his hands away and only continued to sit on L's lap, he groaned in displeasure.

'I guess you can't be convinced, no matter how hard I try,' Light sighed. 'Well, I guess I'll have to go then.'

He stood up and started walking towards the door. L tried to fight it, but a sound which sounded a lot like 'no' escaped his throat.

'I didn't quite catch that. What did you say?'

'No,' L sighed after a few moments of silence. It was easy to pretend he had meant it a different way. Light knew how smart he was, he could just claim that he missed having intelligent conversation with someone. Even though they hadn't talked that much, but still. Details.

'So you don't want me to go? Why?'

He was just asking for it.

'Because I don't often get company in here. You were the only person I considered a friend, too, so having you down here isn't so bad. It's also the only chance I get to have an intelligent conversation.'

Light growled in annoyance.

'So that's how your going to play it? Good. I can play like that too.'

He took the key out of his pocket and threw it through the bars of the cell-door. It landed on the concrete floor with a soft tinkering.

'I'm going to stay here for real now. Like stated before, I can be here for a long time. I know just how to break you, L, and I certainly will. You will be mine.'

It scared L how angry Light seemed to be. He tried to keep his face blank, though.

'That's good. Now I'll at least have company the entire time. It was getting rather lonely being here all on my own. But now, if you'll excuse me, it's getting late already. I need to sleep.'

L laid down and pulled his sheets over him, pretending not to hear Light laugh in shock.

'You, sleep? But you're the worst insomniac ever!'

'Yes, but normally I would see sleeping a whole eight hours as a waste of time when there are so many cases I can solve. Now, however, I have nothing significant to do so I sleep.'

'Okay, you're right. But where do you think I can sleep?'

'Didn't God think of bringing his own bed down here? Or didn't he think he would be here for such a long time?' L sneered again.

'There's no need for that tone and I will not tolerate it again,' Light snapped. L merely shrugged and closed his eyes. Just before he drifted off to sleep, though, he felt the brunette climb into bed, next to him. His bed was big enough so two people could be relatively comfortable in there.

The warmth of Light's body gave him that final push, and before he could protest to him wrapping his arm around the former insomniac he was fast asleep.