I do not own Death Note. Volume 7 would have been much different...

Through the looking glass

Light awoke momentarily startled in an unfamiliar environment. "Ahh," he remembered. This was the morning after the first day in the new headquarters. Funny how people even unconsciously know they aren't in there own bed and wake up earlier than usual. Well, the other bed hadn't been his either, but he could hardly recall the feel of his own bed at home now. He looked over at L, surprisingly sleeping placidly. It was rare for L to sleep, this was the first time Light saw it first hand. The first day at the new facility must have tired him, Light thought. Only sleeping did L truly look his age, like a man instead of a man-child. Light noted L's rather attractive masculine facial features, attractive in an albeit Transylvanian kind of way. L would look perfectly in place in a dank castle fortress draining willing victims of their life essence as he distracted them with carnal pleasures. Light shook these thoughts away. Recently he had become highly aware of L physically, but mentally put these thoughts on a back burner. Light had soundly convinced himself it was just a healthy fascination in someone as uniquely intelligent as himself. As Light looked around the quiet bedroom, he saw L hadn't left anything to chance. In their shared sleeping quarters there was only one large bed, storage, and one spacious bath room with a large shower that doubled as a tub. It seemed all too normal for their given situation, except the wall adjoining the bedroom and the bath was a giant two-way glass wall. This architectural detail, L had justified, was a solution to bathing without the chain on while still maintaining complete observation. Maybe Misa was right, and L was a giant pervert. The whole thing had sparked all kinds of sordid thoughts in Light's mind, which came as a shock to him because nothing generally stimulated him enough to garner those thoughts. He chalked it up to more than fifty days in confinement and his youthful vitality. The fact he was in bed chained to the world's top detective who apparently had no sense of personal space made these kinds of thoughts all the more dangerous. A stirring to his left brought Light out of his thoughts. L was on his back now, and a noticeable bulge protruded from L's prostrated form. Light shifted onto his side to get a better view. So the great L was human, Light smirked internally. What would L do about that problem when he awoke? Would cold, calculating, unfeeling L take care of it…impossible, he'd probably ignore it. As Light scrutinized the strong line of L's jaw and the length of his dense lashes, he wondered how the strain of desire would affect the mask L hid behind.

"Watching people while they sleep is a strange inclination, Light-kun," rumbled a dry throat.

"So is pretending to sleep, Ryuuzaki." Light laid back down and stared at the ceiling, trying to avoid the awkwardness of being caught red-handed.

"I was merely trying to observe you in an unguarded state, Light-kun" goaded L. Here we go again, thought Light.

"It's too early for Kira threats, Ryuuzaki. Besides, I doubt you can accurately conclude anything given your current physical state."

"…"

Light couldn't help himself, all the Kira accusations annoyed him, and now he had to listen to them constantly. A little humiliation would be a fitting punishment. L was now aware that Light knew of his morning problem. What would be L's next move, now? Light relished these quasi-confrontations with L, since it wasn't often he got a run for his money. In this sense, he was truly glad to have met him. Light's only regret was the circumstances under which they met. True friendship is difficult when one suspects the other of being a serial murderer with a god complex. A loud clink of metal latching onto metal told Light he was now restrained to the bed frame and not L. Light watched as L stoically crossed the room towards the bathroom.

"Oi, Ryuuzaki…," Light's question dwindled with futility as L silently entered the transparent bathroom. What the hell was L going to do; surely he knew the bed was directly in front of said window wall. The light came on in the bathroom. L came into view and began to methodically undress. His uniform white shirt slid up a long, pallid torso. As it came over L's head, L's lithe spine straightened, like shedding a heavy burden. Light suddenly felt his mouth go very dry, L was definitely taller than him. L's slender fingers traveled down the subtle plane of his stomach and pushed down his pajama bottoms along with his boxers. Light wet his dry lips as L stepped out of the heap of clothes. There a very naked L stood tall, in more ways than one. Was he seriously witnessing this, might he still be in the wicked depths of his recently debauched dreams? As he began to shower, the water slowly permeated L's black mane and slicked it down past his broad shoulders. Light watched the water rivulets travel an obscene trail down the expanse of L's back to the crevice below his narrow hips. The sheer voyeurism of this whole scene made the flush in Light's cheeks avalanche to his groin. L worked a sudsy lather in his tresses and cleared them under the harsh spray of one of the overhead shower fixtures. L had begun to lather his torso, and his hands began moving lower and lower. Light heard a faint gasp. He couldn't be sure if it had been him or L, but Light sat dumbstruck as L grasped his thick, rosy stiffness and began to stroke languidly. Light felt in the back of his mind he should look away, but couldn't quite bring himself to as L leaned forward on the tiled wall and rested his head on his left forearm while his stroking became rougher. The heat in Light's center had now turned into an insistent throbbing firmness. Light instinctively touched himself through the sheets, and then mentally slapped himself. He couldn't do this here, while watching a guy no less. How would he explain it to L when he came back? But, it had been so long. Light didn't indulge himself very often, but it would inevitable happen once in a blue moon. He'd had his share of forays in the opposite sex,, growing pains in Light's mind. None of these experiences had left a memorable impression, so he naturally proceeded to his same gender. But to no avail, while he could engage in sex when it was expected of him he never felt a real attraction to anyone. In the shower, L was still silently stroking. Light groaned at the fact he couldn't get a clear view of L's facial expression. The muscles in L's back tightened and Light knew it would be soon. L began rocking his hips forward in time with his strokes. Light could see L's slick, muscular thighs contracting. A couple more thrusts, and L threw his head back cumming with a low moan. In the bedroom, Light echoed the moan and cursed his childish taunting of L. It had extraordinarily backfired on him, and now he found himself in L's earlier condition, aroused and embarrassed, only to a much greater extent. L let the rain-like torrent of water clean him off, and proceeded to finish his shower. Light panicked as he saw L step out and towel himself dry. He plunged blushed face first into the coolness of his pillow as he heard the door to the bathroom open. He heard L walk into the room and over to the dresser with their clothes, business as usual. How on earth could he be so nonchalant after what he did?

"Your turn, Light-kun." Light sat up, eyes wide at the innuendo.

"Ryu.. Ryuuzaki, you do realize the bathroom is visible from the bedroom, right?"

"Of course, Light-kun. I designed these headquarters," replied L, pulling on close-fitting navy boxer briefs.

"So, you know I could see everything…you… did," the tautness of the briefs across L's groin not helping the pounding of his veins.

"Yes."

"Ryuuzaki, you don't just do those things in front of people." Especially those you're chained to most of the time, Light shouted mentally.

"I had no choice but to do it in front of you, but it was your choice to watch. You yourself said I couldn't make rational conclusions in my state, and I wholly agreed. I let nothing impede my investigation, and thus was forced to relieve myself."

"B..but…" Light stuttered. He watched as L put on a fresh white shirt, his back hunching noticeably as he did.

"Furthermore, I believe in an eye for an eye. If I will observe Light-kun in all aspects of routine life, then he should in all fairness have the same opportunity," said L, now fully clothed and kneeling on the bed unlocking the shackle on Light's arm. The scent of L's bizarrely masculine shampoo filled his heightened senses. The spicy sandalwood notes seemed incongruous with a man who loved cake, but it was so alluring right now.

"Now, in order to perform up to par today, I suggest you shower and find some way to remedy your current state, which incidentally was not previously there," a tinge of a victory in L's tone.

Light quickly made his way to the bathroom. He had underestimated L, and so fell prey to his own devices. Light looked at his flushed reflection in the mirrored wall. He noticed a vent near the glass wall on the floor, and marveled at the attention to detail in L's design. It must defog the glass, he internalized. Light knew L was there watching him behind the glass. The thought made him furiously angry and aroused, a peculiar, not unpleasant feeling. Light was beginning to think he was the real deviant. Would L find it just as stimulating as he had? No matter, Light resolutely decided he would not let L have his cake and eat it too. Light quickly undressed and took a very sobering cold shower. L chuckled in the next room as he watched Yagami Light shiver defiantly under the spray of the shower, his golden skin prickling with goose bumps. At least Light was never boring.