The Sadism of L

Death Note

Light slightly turned, before the smell of processed fruit and other flavours hit his nose. It was patronizing. How could L eat so much candy and still be so tiny? He rarely moved. Light got up for a run every morning, ate right and counted his carbs, yet still couldn't get rid of his baby fat.

And there he was. Like double cherry pie.

Sitting in Light's fucking chair. Lounging in it like he belonged there. Light balled his fist and and approached the sitting maniac.

"Yes Light-kun?" L stared at him.

"You're in my chair." The smile that lit the older man's face was devious.

"And what , pray tell, are you going to do about that, Light-kun?" L purred.

"Get out of my chair!" Light growled.

"Sheesh. Pushy, much?" L said, rising out of the chair and yanking the chain. Just to annoy him. After 5 seconds of silence, L had something to say. "Light-kun?"

"Yes?" Light replied, pain in his voice.

"Want a lollipop?"

"No, I don't want a lollipop!"

"Well So-rry." L mused. " 58% as of now." L was taking Kira notes again.

Light flicked his ear.

"Ow! Hurtful!"

"Stop being yourself. For five minutes."

"Is there something you want to say to me?"

"Yes! I'm irritated with all your sugar highs! Go eat a fucking apple!" Light barked. L gasped, as if it had offended him.

"My 'Sugar Highs' seem to be the only thing keeping this case open. I am the Worlds Greatest Detective."

"What. Ever."

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of how fucking awesome I am." L snapped.

"Jesus Christ, Shut the hell up!" Light groaned.

"Lollipop, lollipop, Oh lolli lolli pop oh! Badoom boom boom boom! Lolli-" L was cut off by Light tackling him.

"Shut up!" Light whined. L was pinned to the concrete, and his back was starting to hurt.

"How are you going to do that, Light-Kun?" L patronized.

Light felt his fist draw back and connect with L's face. L pushed him off and crawled on to the bed. He hid behind the pillow and Light collected himself. He heard little intakes of breath and what sounded like...Sniffles?

Was L crying?

Legit Crying?

Not possible.

"L...I'm...sorry" Why did that taste awful coming up?

"95% chance."

"Of what?"

"That you're fucking Psychotic!" L barked, throwing the pillow at him.

Light swallowed.

"I am not psychot-"

"Yes you are! You could have killed me!" L yelled.

"Ok, no I couldn't."

"You were this close to my temple. You could've killed me!"

"Oh my god. I'm sorry I hit, I'm sorry I'm psychotic, I'm sorry I tackled I'm sorry for everything, ok?"

"Nope. I'm not that easy, Light Yagami." Easy? Light twisted the older man's chin to face him, before planting a small kiss on his lips. He began to pull away, when L growled.

"Not so fast, Light-Kun. I'm not finished with you." L smashed his mouth onto Lights and began dominating the kiss. L began feeling around for Light's tie, eventually ripping it off and tearing Light's shirt.

"Hey, I liked that shirt." Light whined.

"Buy a new one." L said, in a monotone voice before capturing his mouth yet again.

L's hand drifted into Light's pants, feeling his erection.

"Please, L... Fix it." L began in short strokes, and he felt Light warm into his touch. And Light felt himself getting closer and Closer. L took the chains off and chained his arms to the bed. Then L smiled and ripped the younger man's pants down.

"Well you have a nice problem, don't you?"

"Fix it, please!" Light whined. L smiled sadistically.

"I'm gonna get some cake." He said, sliding off the bed.

"No... L, don't leave me like this!" Light yelled.

L chuckled as he went to the kitchen.