"L. Lawliet," The man leaning against the wall was in shadow. There is only one person, save for Watari and Misa II, who could know his name.
"Beyond," he says uneasily. It is unnerving hearing his name, let alone from the horror mirror of himself. The other man steps forward and bows mockingly, and his scars are not as bad as L remembers.
"You look well."
"Thanks to you." His smile is not at all friendly. "I know prisons don't pay for all that expensive surgery."
"Why don't you cover the scars, seeing as you're so good with make up?" Because he must be, they can't be that alike.
B smirks. "Why, don't you like them? We're actually quite similar, you know," he says, reading L's mind. "Same height and build, same bone structure, same age, both mongrels with some Japanese in us."
He steps forward, and L takes a step back out of instinct. His phone is in his pocket. The HQ is nearby. He knows he can save himself. Still, he is cursing himself for being so stupid.
B pushes him through the window and falls after him. His weight crushes him into shards of glass and mud and his own blood, as he lies there stunned. They are about equal in strength and ability, but B's mania gives him an advantage. L tries crawling backwards out from underneath him, cutting his hands feet and elbows, only Beyond hauls him back by the ankles like some kind of demon.
When L is close enough, B he drags him between his knees by his shirt and is on him again, kissing him as he pushes him back down. L squirms beneath him, breathing in sharply as the glass digs into his back. He tastes blood in their mouths, has no idea whose it is.
"This is how you thank me for all that expensive surgery?"
"No L, this is how I thank you for never coming to see me. This is for A. This is for sending Misora instead of facing me yourself. This is for loving Wammy more than me, even though you're nothing to him!"
Beyond shakes him as he says it, and only stops once L is still. He grins down at L lazily, like nothing has happened, propping his elbows on L's chest and resting his chin on his hands, taut enough and strong enough to keep L pinned.
"What do you want?"
B digs his nails in L's shoulders, drawing more blood, and licks it away.
"This is what I want," he says, like it's obvious. "This is all I ever wanted, L." He licks up more blood. "Lawliet." L can feel how hard he is through his jeans. "Is this how you stop your criminals, Lawli?" he asks, trailing a bloody hand down L's chest. It comes to a stop over L's groin and squeezes gently. "Is this why your record is so good?"
"B," he swallows, trying to ignore the hand. "B. Stop it."
"Hmm." B is sort of playing with L's fly. He doesn't seem to be listening.
"B."
"Beyond," he corrects. "I always hated those fucking initials they gave us."
L says nothing.
"He was just using you, you know. Your entire childhood. He raised us all as fucking tools, not children. Even you. Especially you, maybe."
"But we're away from that now."
"Yeah. And you haven't exactly got a holiday home and wife and kids and two dogs, have you?" he sneers. "We're all fucked up. I'm the shining example, maybe, but we are all so fucked up. A was just the start of it."
L flinches and has to look away.
He sees Beyond's hand come towards him but it only cups his cheek, thumbing it gently. "I wasn't getting at you, Lawli. I know A wasn't your fault."
B draws his hand away. Then without warning he rakes L's shirt up and kisses him again, pressing his now bare back into the glass. L tries not to struggle, knowing it will make things worse, struggles anyway. Things go fuzzy for a while, and when he comes to, Beyond is sitting up and licking one of L's hands like a cat. He is holding L's bloody fingers delicately between his own, and L thinks he will break them, one by one, just to hear the sound they make.
"Did you ever know who your parents were?" Beyond murmurs, their blood mixing. "Perhaps we are related." Then he looks down at L thoughtfully. "I'm going to fuck you now."
L takes the news without much surprise.
"You're very quiet," Beyond says between kisses and licks. "It's almost as if you want this."
"I do not," he says through clenched teeth. "Do not kid yourself, Beyond."
"Mm," he says. "Perhaps you deserve it, though."
He hums approval in L's ear as he gets him off, like he wasn't a whimpering, sobbing mess moments ago when he came, as if he were the one to be bent over and fucked on a floor of glass and mud. "My little masochist," he murmurs. "I didn't know you had it in you."
He turns L over gently when he is done.
L lets him, not caring. He is almost semi conscious with the pain.
"No-one's done this to you before." He looks pleased.
L reaches up blindly and smudges the black eye liner with his thumb. B leans into the touch like a pet.
"Why do you dress like me?"
"You know why."
"But you don't need to. You, A, all of you. You're good enough."
"Why don't you ask your precious Watari?" he says, a slight edge back in his voice.
L sighs.
"Are you working on the Kira case?"
"Yes." There was no point in lying.
"How's it going?"
"Fine."
B smirks at the evasive response. "Maybe I can help. With Shinigami eyes, I can- "
"I know who Kira is," L says impatiently, back on the case despite everything. "I've known for a long time. I just need to prove it."
"I see," B says. "Well, I have every faith in you."
L stares at him. It takes a while to sink in that Beyond is not going to kill him.
The other man gets to his feet. He stands over L for a moment, flanking his hips, then steps back and offers L his bloody hand, which L doesn't take. "Fine," he says, retracting it. He backs towards the door. "Give me a head start, yeah? For old time's sake."
When he's gone, it dawns on L what has happened to him. He wants to take fistfuls of glass and throw them.
He takes out his phone with his better functioning hand, finds it has cracked and is not responding. He lets it drop and closes his eyes. He needs to think.