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Self Indulgent Games
Chapter One: Resistance is Futile
As per usual, L and Light were to be found sitting around the numerous computers in the ever dim room of the billion dollar sky scraper, amazingly erected one day by the ever surprising L. Light always wondered about the speed of which it was erected, and just how L managed to do these sporadic and extravagant things. It gave him a strong aura of authority, making even the chief, three times his age, look up to him.
This immediate authority was the most endearing aspect of the young man Light felt so strongly for. Never mind Misa or Kiomi ( both of which would gladly jump off a cliff or erase their own memories just to satisfy him). Every girl who had some sort of love interest in Light became obsessive, and there was just no fun in that kind of relationship.
But L… he is different, he just keeps on doing what he does, and if Light didn't like it, then that was his own fault. It frustrated and aggravated Light beyond belief, especially seeing as though L was the only person in the whole world who Light felt any remote connection with (and this connection was far from remote). Light seemed to feel that he had the same sort of aura as L. Maybe it was the intelligence, or perhaps the intricate manipulations they were able to place on even the brightest of people, (take the chief for example, who still, Light was proud to say, believed his son's innocence), but whatever it was, it had no effect on L, who, up until this day had spent his whole life without a friend.
The two were so alike it was almost like they were brothers (which would put an interesting twist in the tale, Light thought to himself). He had never felt this close to a person before, and looking over at him now, squatting serenely on his chair with his finger and thumb softly putting pressure on his lower lip, he felt the same strong urge to reach over and sweep a lock of that midnight hair off the handsome intellects face, and to taste the permanently sweet lips, laced with the constant consumption of sugar that he always seemed to find himself feeling.
L glanced over at Light.
"Why is it", he asked, "that whenever I look over at you, you always seem to be looking back at me?"
Light blushed and looked down to his lap. He hated being caught out like that. It made him feel the inferior, like he was chasing L, like it wasn't an even playing field and L was secretly smirking inside with the controlled knowledge of Lights desire.
L tugged playing on the handcuffs, mercilessly binding the two together. Light grabbed a hold of the chain, causing tension in the binding, and disabling L's playful movement. Using this tension, L pulled himself over on the wheeled chair next to Light, and placed three of his long, almost skeletal fingers under Lights chin, gently forcing his face upwards.
Light felt a sudden rush of blood flood into his cheeks at the touch of those cool white fingers. Images flashed into his head of those fingers, those hands. Threading their way through his hair, down his back, down his…
"Light?"
L was looking at him curiously, cocking his head to one side.
"He looks so adorable" Light thought to himself, looking at L's inquisitive face.
He hated this. The way L made him so uncontrolled. He muddled his train of thought, made him vulnerable.
"Stop!' Light said suddenly, standing up and taking two steps away from the only place he wanted to be. The only person he wanted to be with. He had to stop this now, before it got too far, before he became weak and let his emotions come before his ultimate goal. He knew what would have to happen in the end, what the ultimate sacrifice would be to become god. He would have to give up the only emotional tie he had with the world, that he had within himself. It would practically take away his humanity, but it was the only way to save to world from rotting. So why make these emotions stronger, ultimately increasing the chances of failure on his part. That just couldn't happen.
He proceeded to take a further step away, but a hand grasped the top of his arm. More blood rushes, and this time with an extra tingle of goose-bumps that travelled right down his spine, making him shiver.
"I want you, and I know you want me to. I can see it in your eyes. It pains you. But you can't help it. I'm here, and we have as much time as we like. Everyone has gone home to their families; Misa is staying with that friend of hers in the Kansi region. It's just you and me."
This series of whispered statements came slowly, almost like a dream whispered into Lights ear. L was so close, he could smell the subtle mixture of sugar, coffee and cologne, almost taste it. He could taste it, if he chose to. But that was out of the question, he could not allow the seductive tones coming from those sweet round lips entering his ear to reach his heart, he could not let images of those hands coax him into playing a part in L's self-indulgent games, he couldn't let himself break and couldn't let L win.
Light turned around despite the screaming warnings going off inside his head. One look into those dark round eyes and he knew it was all over. L leaned ever so slightly closer, his scent so strong now it was making Light dizzy with anticipation and lust.
Everything he ever wanted was 3 inches away from his face. Everything that is, except for total world domination. But at that particular point in time, that was a trifle matter, with such minimal importance that Light would gladly give it all up for just one night of utter rapture with the man directly opposite him now. He was changing. L was distorting his way of thinking and his priorities were in tatters. It was the scent, the sight, the feel of the man, a strong mixture of potent narcotics and alcohol seemingly designed just for Light, causing delirium and complete lack of self control.
L smiled a small smile, twitching the corner of his mouth ever so slightly.
"There it is", Light thought, "the smile that shows that he knows he has won, he knows that he has control. Oh what am I doing?"
But none of that mattered now. Light wanted L, and L wanted Light, and that was all that mattered tonight.