Hey, this is my first Death Note fanfic. L x Light. This was requested by a friend of mine *waves at you* Hey, hot stuff! Anyway, please enjoy and review.
Rain hailed down as the heavens wept, soaking the vast cluster of magniloquent buildings that strained to embrace the sky. The sun had dipped down below the horizon, lingering red bursts of colour stretching across the clouds now faded into the darkening blue of the night. Life resumed as usual down below where the humans dwelt, each scrambling like cockroaches would from light, each trying to get home to escape the rain that gushed from the wounds in the sky's thin skin. The air was bitter and icy, biting against flesh, forcing any victim without defence to shiver with cold.
"Light is Kira..." L murmured to himself as he remained perched on the roof top of the exceedingly high building he had chosen to occupy for the next few days. His words were said with little conviction, remaining ambivalent of his suspicions. "Light is..." his thumb ran over his lower lip, lightly pushing the lip to one side only to have it return to its usual position as his thumb continued on its path across the external body part. "Kira is... Light?" A sight broke free of his slender throat, breaking pass those lips that murmured uncertain thoughts.
Pale skin became ever more wet as the rain drenched cloth and those unkept, scruffy locks of short, ragged black hair became saturated with the tears of the sky. A cold, damp hand went to L's face, covering an eye and a cheek as he squeezed his eyes shut.
It wasn't just the sky crying.
"Ryuzaki?"
L almost chuckled. Speak of the devil.
Light approached slowly, his recently once dry attire now becoming sodden as the rain claimed him as victim along with the rest of those unsheltered. His gradual approach was little out of caution, more out of reassurance to L that he wasn't about to shove him off the edge of the hotel. Lights neat, brown hair stuck to his face in the rain, his skin already soaked by the rain. "Ryuzaki, L..." he reached and rested his hand on L's shoulder. L flinched and near fell forward, about to plummet to his death but Light was faster. He grabbed L's baggy t-shirt, pulling the dark-haired male to him before he could fall. "Idiot," Light snapped angrily. "You could have fallen."
L looked up at Light with those dark eyes, each orb under-toned with the black shadows of sleeplessness. Light was Kira... Kira was Light... The percentage of that being true was slim now but the suspicion was still there, nagging at the back of L's ingenious mind. If Light was indeed Kira, L would understand why; Light had a sense of justice, wanted criminals to pay for their crimes and wanted crime to stop. If Light was Kira, L would understand the process of the conclusion that criminals must die for crimes to stop. L would understand the good Light was attempting to achieve in his own, twisted way but... what L couldn't understand was why it would hurt so damn much.
The brunette sighed and helped L up to his feet. "Let's get you inside," he grumbled, becoming flustered as the paler male continued to stare at him intently. L finally blinked, his near lashless eyes falling shut for only a moment before reopening. He allowed Light to guide him into the warmth of the building and to the splendiferous hotel suite that L was renting, the tables decorated with the young detective's usual sugary treats. "You're soaking," Light tutted despite being soaked through himself.
L volunteered no answer, his usually sharp mind now a whirl of confusion, left only with suspicions and guess works.
"Here," Light grabbed a towel and began to pat down L's dripping hair, his actions curiously gentle for a killer. L continued to gaze at the other male, studying him with a captivated attention that bordered on the edge of frightening. Of course, Light was used to such a gaze after spending so long with the older male and was becoming less and less unnerved by the stare. "You're shivering," Light commented which was true; the cold of the rain had slipped in and chilled the hunched male's bones.
"It is of little concern," L mumbled, now looking away but his eyes were quick to return to the more upright male when Light helped L out of his t-shirt. "What are you..."
"You're going to get hypothermia," Light said as he tossed L's top aside to a chair the proceeded to towel-dry the other's torso. L yielded no protest, allowing Light to resume with some curiosity; he had never been tended to this way, not so tenderly and that was enough to warm him inside. "I'm not completely undressing you, Ryuzak. I have to dry too."
It was on impulse that L's hands went to Light's buttons, his long, trembling fingers unbuttoning the sodden, white shirt. "Yes. I suppose you should dry. Get warm." he murmured just loud enough for the teen to hear. "It would be... inconvenient if you were to die."
Light chuckled. "I'll be fine. I was only out there for a moment. You were standing there for hours."
"I had things to think about," the words were defensive though the tone were not said in a way that suggested anything more than a bleak conversation between two friends. Light's expression became grim, knowing L had been thinking of the Kira case as always. He continued to dry the other then unbuckled L's belt.
"You think too much." Light said then gave the another a slightly amused smirk. "Then again, I can't really say much without being a hypocrite."
L's lips curved into a slight smile, appreciating Light's humour but the smile soon faded when Light pushed L onto the bed, his expression now warping into surprise and fear until his back found the soft sheets of the bed. The surprise was thrown in the embarrassment as Light yanked off L's scruffy trousers. "Light...what..."
"Ryuzaki, seriously." Light straightened up, putting a hand on his hip. "Stop squirming like a little kid. I'm not attacking you. I'm trying to get you dry. You know, sometime before death." he paused. "It would be inconvenient for me too...if you died."
L's dark eyes widened. This didn't make sense; if Light was Kira then why... unless it was a trap? A lie to lure L in? If so, L could feel it working. "Considering the profile I have built for you in my head, even if you were not Kira, you don't seem particularly attached to your vast network of friends that you acquired through popularity." he said, partially sitting up. "Even Misa... Even your girlfriend you keep at arms length. You would care little if I died."
It was now Light's turn to stare and so he did for a few moments before he leaned in, taking the older's chin between his thumb and index finger then tilting L's face up towards him. Their faces were only inches apart, each able to smell the sweetness of the other's breath. "Misa is a distraction. The only person I can connect to is you. Your genius is enough to rival my own. My thoughts seem to echo yours."
L could not speak, could barely even breathe. Was this how Kira planned to kill him? With the suffocating breathlessness of waiting, of suspecting their lips might meet? His fluttering heart hammered in his chilled chest, his cheeks becoming warm as he remained frozen in place. Slowly, oh so slowly, Light's face drew near as his eyes slipped shut and then...
Heat exploded inside L as Light's soft lips connected with his own, all heat then gushing straight to his groin. Before he realized what he was doing, L was enthusiastically responding to the mouth that claimed his own. That is what happened, right? Or had he started it? L wasn't sure, his ingenious mind now loosing intelligence and becoming a mush of incoherent stuttering thoughts as their lips parted. Their tongues pressed together, ripping a moan from both males at the taste of each other. L found himself in a situation as unique to him as his case, the carnal atoms of his body finding little relief while the two remained adorned with fabric.
Using what brain power he had left, he reached for the younger male's trousers, loosening them up enough to pull them down. This was so perverted. Light was only just an adult. Even so, L couldn't help the craving that burned inside him and singed the cosmic emptiness in his ever lonesome heart.
If Light was Kira...
Thoughts broke off and faded into the abyss as Light's trousers were removed and L found his hands on skin. He jerked back in surprise, expecting to have found the softness of underwear rather than the softness of skin. "I didn't expect... I thought you'd be wearing some kind of refined undergarments..." L murmured, his profile of Light being a little off now he knew that Light was prideless enough to lack the effort to clad his rear with boxers. "Can I…?"
Light nodded then groaned softly as L's strangely soft hands cupped the teen's groin, rubbing gently as the older observed Light's reactions to his advances. "Mm... Ryuzaki... t-take off..."
"Oh... oh right..." L muttered, as if having forgotten his own underwear. Removing his hand, L rolled off his damp boxers. Once they were off, L was surprised yet again, this time by a mouth wrapping around the older's erection. L fell back against the sheets, his legs parting a little as Light's head bobbed up and down, reducing L to a moaning mess. His lips were parted, sound left his vocal cords and yet few words were able to break free. His usually freakishly lidless eyes fell shut as his head lolled back, soft pants of euphoria spouting from his open mouth.
A flush continued to paint red the flesh of the receiver as Light's finger pressed against the entrance of the great detective. L suddenly felt quite defenceless as he realized that Light could kill him right now, right then and L would be unable to stop him. "L-Light..." he half whimpered, half moaned, his hips rolling up as his body ignored the concerns of his foggy brain. "Ahh...ow...mm...shhfmmm..."
Light had slid in his finger. A vibration up the dark-haired male's twitching cock suggested the amusement the brunette had found in L's moment of discomfort. An apology was given by butterscotch brown eyes and the gentle soothing the finger gave to L's virginal insides before it pressed in deep to find the bundle of nerves that would be invaluable to their love-making. It had been a long time coming, these activities being a more adventurous form of things they had already done. Secret kisses hidden, cloaked in shadow, away from prying eyes as they touched and pressed together.
"Light..." Those moments had been bursts of blinding light in a life of darkness. He wanted, needed the other male like he had no other person. Despite all his suspicions, L couldn't deny himself the pleasure of Light's company, of Light's hands...his mouth. "Light...can't... c-cumming..." he gasped then cried out as Light shoved in a second finger, both pressing forcefully against the detective's prostate as L orgasmed.
Light removed his skilled mouth, swallowing the other's release. He didn't, however, remove his fingers; he began gently thrusting them, letting them stretch his lover while L relaxed in the after-glow of his orgasm. A warm, wet tongue licked over a little pink bud, one of two in a matching set on L's scrawny body. The owner of those nipples could only moan, his body responding to the bliss he was willingly enduring. "I want you, Ryuzaki... L." Light breathed against the other's cold skin, still somewhat damp from the rain.
Quiet moans were given as response, the dark-haired distracted by the ruptures of pleasure that shuddered through his body.
A smile dusted Light's lips as he took in the state that he had reduced his intellectual rival to and his own cock hardened further, desperate to be buried in a warm, tight hole. That, however, would have to wait a little longer. L was unused to such intimacy with another and Light didn't want to scare his lover; this wasn't going to be just sex.
Within only a couple of blissful minutes on L's part, another finger was pushed in which forced out a few select near-cuss words from the one below. "It hurts...hurts..."
"I know," Light sighed. "It can't be helped. Just relax. I'll take care of you."
For better or worse, L gladly believed the whispers of his lover. He relaxed and allowed Light to resume his preparations, his eyes half lidded as he watched the brunette. Eventually, Light slid out his fingers when L's hips had begun moving needily. "But..."
Light only grinned at the other and L realized what was going on. He blushed as he parted his gangly legs further, allowing Light between them then sighed contently at the warmth of the other's body. Light was about to push in when it occurred to him that he should probably use something to ease the process. Looking around, he spotted the body lotion and reached for it. He shuddered as he covered his cock with the cold liquid. Then, at last, he pressed against L and began to slide in.
He was slow about it but, finally, Light was all the way inside his lover. He leaned in as he held still so L could get used to being filled for the first time and claimed the lips of his partner, kissing him just as heatedly as before. Rocking his hips lightly, L silently begged for Light to give him the much needed pleasure he had been wordlessly promised. The response came quickly and Light's hips pulled back only to snap forwards, driving into that spot that brought such divine bliss. Their lips disconnected as L cried out, vocalising his ecstasy to the empty hotel suite. Light proved to be no invulnerable to the delights of L's body, his moans joining the other's as fingers dug into his flesh. He knew he would be bruised but he didn't mind it; it was a good pain, reminding him how much L needed him.
"Please..." L gasped, his hips moving faster in the hopes of encouraging Light's to do the same. How could Light deny such a plea? He gave in to L's desires, thrusting in harder, forcing louder moans from them both. L's chilled skin was becoming warmer as their movements proceeded to become faster, both voicing their pleasure loudly while they clung to one another. Breathless chants of each other's names spilled out into the night, their cries heard by none save those present but none where there except the lovers.
Their bodies became moist again, a layer of sweat coating them as their movements became ever more desperate and irregular. They had forgotten love-making and their primal instinct to reach climax had taken hold. L's back curved elegantly as he arched up with a blissful shout, orgasming as Light pounded inside him, taking only another few moments until he too found release.
For several long minutes, all they could do was hold each other, trembling while the aftershocks ran through them, marking them as victims of passion. When their bodies calmed, Light reluctantly pulled himself from his lover, parting almost sorrowfully before lying beside the detective. "That was..." Light paused, unable to think of a description and L found comfort in knowing that Light's brain turned to mush when they were intimate too.
The two lay there comfortably tangled with one another as Light pulled the cold duvet over their tired bodies, shielding them from prying eyes. The brunette closed his eyes with a yawn that was soon echoed by L. Both tired, they allowed the silence to surround them while Light started to doze off. L watched him and shifted a little closer.
Perhaps Kira's powers did indeed hop from person to person, erasing the memories of being Kira. Perhaps indeed Light had been Kira but, right now, Light didn't seem to be a threat to him. "I..." he sighed and became quiet.
"Love you too," mumbled a drowsy Light, revealing he was still awake albeit only just. "Now go to sleep, L." A tender smile formed on L's lips and he cuddled into the other, hooking his arm around Light's waist as he closed his eyes. Finally, the insomniac found sleep at his lover's side.