Ok readers; let's just get to the point? Light is under personal investigation by L, and is herby having to live in the same suite as him, and Light has had just about enough of L's crap.
Chapter 1: Never Been Touched
"That's it!" Light screamed, slamming his fist into Ls face. "Why are you so desperate for me to be Kira?"
L rubbed his jaw, then, without so much as a change in expression, drove his heel up and into Lights chin."I'm not desperate for anything! I know it is true!"
Light retaliated, kicking L straight in the stomach, Ls face, for the briefest second, contorted in pain.
Light was absolutely thrilled! For just that moment he had overpowered L!
"How can it be true?" Light screamed. "I've done nothing to afford suspicion! I've been under surveillance these entire two months!"
"Actions speak louder than words, and right now your violent outburst and defensive argument lead me to believe so."
Light dove at L, knocking him to the ground. "I'm. Not. A. Killer.!"
The next kick dealt sent Light straight back. L climbed on top of him, securing his arms.
"Stop it Light! That's enough!"
But Light continued to struggle under than lithe detective, refusing to admit his defeat, refusing to be detained.
"Get off of me!" Light screamed at him, not able to look into the darker man's eyes.
Suddenly Light felt an intense pressure on the back of his neck. His eyes grew heavy until he just couldn't stay conscious any longer.
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When light regained consciousness he was still on the ground, just exactly where he had fallen.
For a moment he wondered why he was in so much pain, but then he remembered his little
'Sparring' match with L... that would definitely explain it... He stood slowly, eyes slightly foggy.
Light stumbled in the dark, gripping his head that throbbed with pain.
"That bastard!" Light screamed in his head, trying to focus his eyes. "He thinks he can overpower me?" "Heh heh", he chuckled out loud.
At that moment there was a faint crash from that sounded from the bathroom, like a pill bottle spilling its contents.
Light looked around the corner, bracing himself on the wall, still a bit groggy.
The bathroom light was on, door wide open. Light could see Ls reflection in the mirror.
Light smirked. Ls shirt was off, and he was covered in bruises. His left hip was covered in blood.
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L stood in the bathroom in front of the mirror. He had removed his shirt and disposed of it. It was torn in several places and stained with the blood that was now beginning to dry and clot against the long gash running across his hip.
L reached blindly beside him, pulling the small cotton hand towel from its rack and pressing it tightly against his hip, biting his lip against the pain that followed.
L reached above him for the pain relievers that he kept in the small cabinet.
Just as he got the cap off there was a sudden jolt of pain that ran through his hip. the bottle fell from his fingers and spilled across the counter.
L's eyes clenched in pain- he reached blindly across the counter for a small handful of the blissfully relieving pills.
"What's the matter, L?" Light asked from close behind, a smirk much too evident in his voice.
Ls eyes shot open and up. In the mirror he saw Light standing in the doorway leaning against the frame - arms crossed over his chest.
The smirk he wore was evil; like he had accomplished something horror able-done something sick and demented that he had always wanted to do.
L felt like he had...
Or was going to...
"What do you want, Yagami?" L asked, turning his eyes away."Leave me." L's hands were
braced against the edge of the sink counter, his back, though always hunched, seemed a little
more so than usual…Almost cowering.
L's fingers tightened around the pain killers in his fist, as another wave of agony washed over him.
"It hurts, doesn't it, L?" Light asked, trying with great, smug, attitude to not chuckle at the pitiful
display.
L bit his lip, trying to ignore the shuffling of Light's movement behind him.
That was until he felt Light's fingers curl over his own, and the heat of his chest smooth over his
back.
L gasped, clenching his eyes. He could feel the panic rising in his stomach.
"You're in pain" Light said.
It wasn't a question; it was a statement.
L wanted desperately to get away from him- to be gone from the entire situation-to slow his heart that was pounding so relentlessly and mercilessly against his rib cage.
But he was pinned- caught in a horrid entanglement of marble counter and flesh.
"Just push him away!" L thought. But he couldn't. Just the thought made him sick with fear. The fear of his bare flesh connecting to Light's-to be so intimately close to another.
So he stayed still; perfectly still.
"It's killing you isn't it?" Light said quietly, almost seductively.
L shivered.
"Get away, Yagami." L abruptly ordered.
"That I defeated you." light continued.
Back away, Yagami." L tried again.
"That you lost to me?
"Light. . ."
"That I overpowered you"
"Light" L couldn't breathe. Light's chest was pressed against his shoulders!
"Admit it, L"
"Don't touch me!" L screamed, yanking his hands out from under lights, wrapping them around himself. He curled over slightly. "Don't touch me. . ." he whispered.
At first light was shocked. His eyes were wide with it. Then slowly realization began to sink in.
"What's the matter, L?" light asked re- approaching the man who was still curled into himself. His breathing was heavy, and his entire body was shaking with anxiety.
Light smirked, huge and evil. He brought his hand to the nape of L's neck, placing it lightly there to run his fingers over L's skin.
L jumped. Light felt his muscles tense. "You're trembling, L" Light whispered into his ear.
L took in a sharp breath. He opened his mouth to speak, but whatever came out was completely inaudible.
Lights eyes glinted evilly as proof of his theory was laid out right in front of him.
"Are you alright, L?" light asked sarcastically. Slowly he brought his free hand around L's body, pressing his palm against one of the many bruises adorning L's abdomen.
"Light!" L rasped. "Stop!"
"What is it?" Light asked, feigning worry. His fingers pressed harder against L's flesh.
"Let me go!" L groaned. His voice was completely panicked. He sounded on the verge of tears. His body seemed to be convulsing.
"Why?" Light asked innocently.
Experimentally, Light moved his hand slightly lower. The tip of his pinky finger dipped just below the rim of L's baggy jeans.
L's eyes shot open.
"No!" L screamed, reflexively throwing Light away from himself.
L held his stomach. His eyes were wide, his breathing was heavy.
Light began to laugh evilly from the cold tile floor where he laid. L continued to tremble violently.
Suddenly though, Light stopped.
"No one's ever touched you like that before have they, L?"
L's eyes shot quickly to Light's, then back to his hands. He curled into himself.
"You're afraid of it aren't you, L?"
It was a statement, not a question.
L gasped. Intimacy. Human connection - it was his biggest fear and weakness. . .
And now Kira knew of it.
Yes.
The way Light looked at him now. . .
That stare could only belong to Kira. . .
But L couldn't admit it to himself - he wouldn't. . .
Chapter 1 end
Preview chapter 2
L unbuckled his belt and whipped it off one-handed, still holding lights wrists with the gasped again and tried, again, to struggle.
L understood what light was probably thinking then.
And he laughed.