I really have no excuse for this one. Um, I blame Amarissia! :) No, just kidding. She may have prodded me on, but this twisted plot bunny was all mine. Why is L so fun to pick on? :D

I hope you enjoy this, love! And I'm hoping it will spawn more GenSeph (pretty please, with your choice of naked man on top?).

The quotes are from Amarissia's "The White Room", with thanks (both for the use and just for the fic in general).

A Gift of the Goddess

"You will be shown pleasure the likes of which you've never known, and you might be afraid now and then, for a moment."

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For one of the few times in his relatively young life, L was at a loss. Not just at a loss, but lost, period. He truly had no idea where he was or how he'd gotten there. Turning slowly, he took stock of his surrounding, ears and eyes wide open for any clue. He appeared to be about halfway up a grassy hill overlooking a small village. There were numerous trees growing along the outskirts and L speculated that it was probably some kind of orchard, although he was not familiar with that type of tree – pale, almost white bark, the tops bending so far to the ground they seemed to be growing back into it. There were no noises to help him, just the sound of the wind rustling through the leaves, birds chirping somewhere, the creak of wood as a nearby windmill ponderously turned.

As he rotated slowly, the top of the hill came into view and he saw a figure standing with his back to L. Familiar strands of auburn hair shifted gently in the wind and L's eyes narrowed. He should have known. Well, at least now he would get some answers, he thought as he set up the hill.

His eyes narrowed further, brow drawn, as he got close enough to see that Light was staring at an object in his hand. It appeared to be an apple, but unlike any L had seen before with its distinctly purple skin. And now he could also see that Light was wearing something very unusual for someone otherwise so fashion-conscious – a red trench coat with plates of black metal fitted over the shoulders.

Suspicious now, L looked down, finally aware of what his feet had been vaguely telling him as he walked – he was barefoot. As much as he disliked foot coverings, L never went outdoors without them. He sighed. A dream, then. Although, certainly the most realistic he'd ever had. He wondered when he'd fallen asleep and how long it would last. After all, he had things to do and while resting was occasionally needed, L did not feel the urge to indulge in it longer than necessary.

Still … this was a rather interesting place he'd created. Much more detailed than the few other dreams he could recall. It might be worth delving into for a little while. For instance, why on Earth had he put Light in that ridiculous outfit? Perhaps because Light took such pride in his appearance and L longed to disturb it.

"Oi," he called out rather rudely as he approached (what was the point of being polite in a dream?) and the person turned around, allowing L to see that this was not Light. Not Light at all. L stopped abruptly, taking in the appearance of this unknown man.

He was much older than Light, probably closer to L's age and, now that he was nearer, L could see that he was also much taller than Light and L himself, more broadly built, though along lean lines. He was handsome, like Light, but in a different way. Light knew he was good-looking and used that to his advantage but largely without any overt sexuality. This man clearly knew he was attractive and his every gesture and expression seemed to be a come-on. It was shining in his pale blue eyes, singing in the smirk of his full lips, evident in his steps as he closed the distance between himself and L.

L took a moment to observe his dress as he approached. Under the trench coat he wore a semi-see-through black shirt with leather straps crossing over his heart and attaching to a wide belt that looked like it might function as some kind of guard. His pants – also black – were tucked into high black leather boots. His hands were gloved in red and some kind of silver pendant dangled from his right ear. Very interesting. L hadn't thought it in himself to create such a character.

"So you've come." His voice, like the rest of him, was smooth and elegant, seductive. "I'm glad. Are you ready to play, pet?"

"Do you have a name?" L asked, ignoring the question put to him. He was curious to see how complete he'd constructed this person. Of course he should know already what the name was, but this was a dream – what one knew or didn't know often did not make sense.

"Of course, pet. Genesis." His smirk widened. "Your beginning."

L frowned. "Why are you calling me 'pet'?" It was an unusual quirk, one L would not have thought he would create. He didn't care for it.

"Because that's what you are. My pet. And I brought you here to play."

L's brow furrowed once more. "You brought me here? This is my dream. Surely then this place and your actions are under my control."

Genesis laughed. It wasn't an unpleasant sound but it sent a chill up L's spine. "True, this is your dream. But I would not dismiss it so lightly, pet. Dreams are serious things. And believe me, this one is not under your control."

Now L was definitely beginning to feel uneasy. It didn't make any sense but somehow what Genesis was saying rang true. Something was unusual about this dream, something was different. Dangerous, even. Carefully, trying to make it appear incidental, L took a few meandering steps to the side, putting some distance between himself and Genesis. However, if the grin was any indication, the tactic was recognized for what it was.

"I can wake anytime I wish," L stated calmly though his nerves were on edge, alert for any sign of threatening action from his questionable companion; "thereby ending this dream. Surely you cannot say that's not within my control?"

"It would be, if you could wake. Go on, pet. Try it." L did, to no effect. Usually, just the knowledge that he was dreaming was enough to allow him to break free from it. If not, a further prod, the cliché pinch on the arm, generally proved adequate stimulus. But neither reason nor self-injury proved fruitful and suddenly L was very much afraid that he would be stuck here for quite some time.

"Do you see now, pet? There are many hidden things in the world, your world, things you cannot see and do not understand. I am part of one of those things. And I have decided to claim you for a little while. You won't be leaving here until I'm finished with you." L did not like the sound of that at all.

"Where is 'here'?" he asked in an effort to turn Genesis's attention from whatever it was he might have planned.

Genesis smiled and turned, indicating the village with a graceful sweep of his arm. "This is Banora, pet. My hometown. Of course, it doesn't look like this anymore, but this is the way I prefer to remember it." His gaze turned wistful for a moment. "When things were much simpler…." For a moment he was silent – then he faced L again and held out the apple, offering with an enticing smile. "We're quite famous for our Banora Whites. Would you like to try?"

L looked at the fruit suspiciously and shook his head. "No, thank you, Genesis."

Genesis withdrew his hand and tucked the apple somewhere under his coat. "Just as well. It was meant for another." He looked down at the village and as L looked with him, something occurred to him.

"Where are the other people?"

Genesis's smirk returned. "There are no other people, pet. After all, this is a private performance."

L gave him one of his deliberately blank looks. "I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Yes you do." Genesis paced a few steps, L following his movement intently. "I've been watching you for a long time, pet. You're very smart, and you like to play. Although I have to say I'm surprised you haven't been playing with your pet yet. But I do like the chain, very nice. Certainly a positive start."

"You know Light?" It was becoming easier and easier for L to believe that in some way this was real, that it wasn't a dream or not merely a dream.

"Of course. I said I've been watching you. He's very pretty, very interesting. Actually, he reminds a great deal of someone I know. But…." Genesis began walking back toward L, who shuffled backward, trying to keep some space between them. He winced when his back hit a tree trunk and he berated himself for his inattention to his surroundings. "You are even more interesting," Genesis continued, closing the distance between them to a meager foot. "Intelligent, deceptive, enigmatic. Lithe."

He reached a hand out to touch L and, without thinking, L batted it savagely away with his arm. A second later it occurred to him that he may have made a very grave error but Genesis only smiled in a distinctly pleased fashion and shifted slightly closer yet.

"Spirited, too," he murmured. "Yes, you are definitely the one I wish to play with. So come now – enough questions and dalliances. Give yourself over to me."

"I do not think so," L deadpanned before flying at Genesis with everything at his disposal – kicking, jabbing, punching, elbowing and all of the dirtier tricks he knew as well, aiming for sensitive areas like eyes, nose and groin. And in the end … well, he mostly succeeded in wearing himself out. Genesis proved to be inhumanly fast – he never hit back, merely dodged all of L's attacks while keeping him dancing around the tree he'd backed against. In a final desperate act, L attempted to run from the man. Where to, he had no idea and didn't much care. However, Genesis caught him about the waist easily, pulling him in close to his own body, back to chest.

New tactic, then. L went limp. It was clear that he wouldn't be able to stop whatever it was that Genesis planned to do to him so at the very least he could make it as unsatisfactory as possible.

Genesis chuckled. "So feisty." He shifted his hold slightly, one arm still around L's waist but the other moving up across his chest so that Genesis could run his fingers along L's throat. "So graceful and beautiful as well. Has anyone ever told you that, pet?" L remained silent and Genesis nuzzled his neck with the tip of his nose. "Surely you can at least answer that?"

"…No," L relented after a few moments, wanting to squirm away but not wanting to give any kind of encouragement. Really, though, nothing Genesis was doing was terrible so far. He was holding L gently although it was clear that L wouldn't be able to break free if he tried. The hand that had been at his throat was now tracing idle, soothing circles on his shoulder and the nuzzling at his neck was sending chills through him. But … not exactly in a bad way.

"That is an absolute sin," Genesis breathed, his mouth at L's ear now, sending more chills through him. "You at least realize it, don't you?"

"No," L repeated, turning his face away from Genesis, hands pushing half-heartedly at the arm around his waist, more a sign that he didn't want to continue on that topic of conversation than an effort to free himself.

Genesis brought the hand on L's shoulder up to his mouth so that he could bite down on the leather and draw his glove off. Then he used his now-bare fingers to gently turn L's face back toward him, stroking his cheek as he did.

"Do you think I'm a liar?" he asked L, voice soft but not dangerously so.

L gave a little sigh. "I certainly do not know your character well enough to make such a judgment. However, drawing strictly on first impressions I would say that you would be likely to use 'sweet talk' to gain your end. Although I don't know why you are bothering with such a thing."

Genesis turned L's head a little more so that he would meet Genesis's eyes and see the smile on his face. "If I wanted merely to take you, pet, I would have done so, have no doubt about that. But that is not the point of this dream. This is for you. So when I say that I think you are graceful and beautiful, it is because I mean it. You are only the fourth man I have deemed such and it is true for each of you, in different ways. Will you let me show you?" L automatically shook his head and tensed, unsure what Genesis would do for such a denial. Although he wasn't really sure why the man was asking at all.

Genesis gave an amused noise and smiled seductively. "I think you will. Close your eyes, pet. Do it." L glared at him for a moment but then complied – perhaps it would be better that way anyway. There was a rustle and the hand at his face disappeared briefly. When L felt a touch again it wasn't Genesis's fingers. It was … he had no idea what it was. It felt like the barest of brushes, soft, silky. Vaguely ticklish but something more than that, too, something that sent shivers running through L.

It traced his face, forehead to chin, unhurried, then trailed across his lips which parted involuntarily. Down the bridge of his nose and over his eyes, sweeping along his lashes. Around the shell of his ear and along his jaw, leaving an almost unbearable sensation in its wake. When it found the line of his neck, L let his head loll to the side to allow it better access, shivering again at the feeling.

The arm around his waist shifted position so that Genesis's hand could flatten over his abdomen, rubbing lightly and undemandingly. L's hand came to rest on Genesis's, not pushing it away but not quite giving encouragement either. He was very confused at the moment. L didn't appreciate being pushed around and certainly would never have tolerated molestation from some strange man under any other circumstances. But … this was just a dream. The strangest he could recall ever having certainly, but a dream nonetheless. And he felt … well, L wasn't exactly sure what to call it. Just that he was like a bowstring, slowly and steadily being drawn taut.

It was just a dream, wasn't it? His own mind, his own imagination (presumably). Why couldn't he enjoy himself? There was no one but himself to answer to and he certainly wouldn't be giving himself any lectures.

"This is just a dream?" he questioned softly, redundantly, but Genesis seemed to take his meaning.

"Yes, pet, this is just a dream," he purred in L's ear, self-satisfaction evident. L gave another sigh and then moved the hand on his abdomen, slipping it under his shirt. He could practically feel Genesis's smile.

"Have you decided to let me show you?" L nodded, eyes and mouth shut. "Ah, ah, ah. That won't do. Give me the words, pet." In the privacy of his mind, L grumbled a little. Why did his dream-man have to be so demanding? Well, perhaps it would be more interesting that way, he supposed. L could definitely appreciate challenging men.

"Show me," L spoke compliantly.

"Show you what, pet?" Grumble.

"Show me how I am beautiful," he managed in his normal monotone.

"Gladly. Lift your arms, pet." L did so and Genesis slid his hands to L's sides and drew them up, taking L's shirt with them. It was slow, almost agonizingly so, Genesis's fingers darting around sensitive areas, teasing somehow without obviously doing so. Finally the shirt was pushed off of L's hands to fall somewhere to the ground, the warm wind kissing his gradually heating skin.

A strong hand wrapped around L's wrists, keeping his arms stretched above his head while Genesis's other hand, the ungloved one, traveled back down his chest, fingers spread, molding to every line and dip, stopping when they slipped just under his waistband. L made a small noise of confusion when the hand left and started to open his eyes but was stopped with a sudden bite on his shoulder and Genesis saying,

"Keep them closed, pet. I'll tell you when you can open them." There was a pause, L assuming Genesis was making sure he was obeying, and then a satisfied murmur. Then nothing for what seemed quite a long time to L, sightless and waiting, but was probably no more than a minute.

"Nn!" He groaned and arched when that … thing from before began to meander over his chest, tickling and stroking and increasing that taut feeling that was building in him. It traced lazy circles around his nipples, dipped into his navel, ran along each and every rib, teasing every inch of him. It was absolutely maddening – he couldn't get relief, couldn't free his hands, could only press as close as Genesis would allow. The thing began concentrating exclusively on his nipples, stimulating but it just wasn't enough. L was squirming in earnest now and making unconscious sounds of frustration.

"Genesis," he finally spoke, unaware of how whiny it came out.

"Yes, my pet? Is there something you would like? Ask, but be specific."

"I … I want … I want you to touch me, with your hands. And…." L could feel his face turning flaming red. Why? It's just a dream, for God's sake! "Your mouth. I want your mouth on me."

Genesis chuckled, pleased. "Very nice, pet. You did well, and for that you shall be rewarded. You may open your eyes." L did so with alacrity, hoping to see whatever it was that had been torturing him so exquisitely. It was a black plume, larger than any L had seen before and he couldn't help but wonder what kind of bird it had come from. The thought vanished, though, as Genesis released his wrists and spun him around, backing him carefully against the tree. The remaining glove was pulled off and Genesis shrugged out of the leather coat as well, letting it pool on the ground.

"Arms around my neck," he directed and L complied hesitantly, loosely. His grip tightened involuntarily when Genesis suddenly grabbed a hunk of hair and pulled his head back to attack L's throat with his mouth. He laid a series of open kisses from jawline to collarbone, caressing with his tongue, sucking lightly, and then using his teeth at the base of L's neck. L gasped and clutched at Genesis's back, moaning appreciatively as Genesis's hands began roaming along his sides and up his chest while his mouth continued to nibble.

"So beautiful," Genesis murmured, his thumbs brushing lightly over L's nipples, occasionally pinching but mostly flicking and teasing tormentingly. "If only you could see yourself like this. Flushed, excited, vulnerable…. No man could resist you to see you in this state. Do you believe it yet?"

"Hhh … nnn … I … I don't know…." L was having an incredibly difficult time concentrating with Genesis's fingers keeping him on the edge like he was, doing just enough to stimulate but not give true satisfaction.

Genesis tsked. "Disappointing, pet. What more do you need to convince you?"

"Your mouth … uhn! … down … please…." Through his slitted lids, L could see Genesis smile seductively and the sight made him shudder.

"Such a needy pet. But I am a generous person, as you will well-learn." Genesis sank gracefully to one knee while he kissed deliberately from L's throat down his breastbone, his hands slipping around to the small of L's back, rubbing smooth circles. As L fidgeted and mewled pleadingly – a small, but firmly-ignored part of his pride rankled by his needy actions – Genesis used his lips and tongue just about everywhere except the place L really wanted them, purposely avoiding the sensitive flesh his fingers had teased so mercilessly.

"Please," L beseeched, fingers digging into the man's shoulders. Genesis smirked, flicked his tongue over a nipple and then blew lightly.

"This, pet?" he asked before closing his mouth on the bud, sucking gently.

"Ahh! Yes!" One of L's hands left Genesis's shoulder to clutch his head, fingers threading in impossibly silky, soft strands of hair. Genesis chuckled, sending vibrations rippling through L and making him moan and then groan when Genesis's hands worked their way under his jeans to grip his backside. And why did that feel so good anyway?

Genesis assaulted L's flesh passionately while his hands kneaded and grasped possessively, L writhing and arching, grateful for the tree at his back supporting him.

"Enjoying yourself, my pet?" Genesis purred against L's skin. "You must be feeling restricted by now. Come, let me see all of you." Without waiting for any kind of response, Genesis quickly and deftly unfastened L's jeans and slid them off, his underwear with them, tossing the garments into the small but growing pile of clothes. Now L was feeling a bit nervous again, although he was a great deal more willing than he had been at the beginning of this dream.

Just a dream, he kept repeating to himself. The most realistic and probably most pleasurable he'd ever had. With a strange, forceful man. Just a dream.

"Ah, yes," Genesis sighed, standing and stepping back to look at L, whose face went a shade pinker at the scrutinization. "Such a lovely form. Sleek and slender but hiding strength. So very like a cat." He smirked at L. "I don't suppose you'd 'meow' for me, pet?" L graced Genesis with a thoroughly unamused look to which he chuckled. "So tell me; do you believe in your own beauty yet?"

L smiled – just the tiniest bit but nonetheless, it was there. "Not quite," he answered.

Genesis grinned widely, his eyes sparkling with enjoyment. "I see. My wanton little kitten thinks he needs more convincing, does he? Then I shall do so." He wrapped his arms around L, lifting him up slightly and then lowering them both to the ground, L underneath, the feel of the grass surprisingly soft and cool on his back, a stark contrast to the firm, hard body above him.

"Now be a good pet and spread your legs for me," Genesis commanded and, with just a moment of hesitation, L did, cradling Genesis between his thighs. Genesis smiled down at him and L found himself briefly captivated by the sight. The pale blue eyes had a rather unusual, faint glow to them but it was pretty, just like the rest of his features. And that smile….

It reminds me of Light. Ugh. Now where did that thought come from?

While L had been studying him, Genesis's expression changed subtly.

"Just once," he murmured and before L could ask what exactly that meant, Genesis lowered his head and joined their lips. L's initial reaction was one of pure surprise, but as Genesis began to gently move his lips, coaxing a response, L kissed back, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around Genesis's neck. Genesis nibbled at his lips, sucking the lower one into his mouth lightly, encouraging L to open his own mouth and accept the warm tongue that wanted to invade. Not to be completely dominated, L swept his tongue out, exploring and tasting. Genesis tasted … fresh, sweet. Must be the apples, L thought idly as he tilted his head for better access.

Eventually Genesis pulled away with a few short pecks and sighed contentedly.

"Thank you," he breathed in L's ear. Again before L could ask what he meant, Genesis began nibbling on his earlobe, making his way quickly down his throat and then his chest to just below his navel. As L looked on in mild apprehension, Genesis laid his hands on L's thighs, spreading them a little wider and stroking circles with his thumbs, almost but not quite touching L's most sensitive area.

"Something for later, pet," Genesis smirked before dipping his head to suck firmly on a point just below L's ribs, his fingers still rubbing and L squirming and giving needy little moans. After a little bit, Genesis drew back and admired his handiwork, a large, highly-recognizable mark gracing L's abdomen.

"Now then, where were we? Ah, yes. One of my favorite parts." Genesis's lips ghosted up along the side of L's firm erection and he gasped, clutching at the ground. As L cried out and writhed and occasionally bucked, Genesis kept him on the razor-edge of fulfillment, using only his lips and tongue to stimulate and tease, never closing his mouth over the throbbing organ to give the suction that was craved. Finally, L couldn't take anymore.

"Please," he pleaded, hazy eyes fixed on the auburn-haired man. "I need…."

"What do you need, pet? Remember to be specific."

"Your mouth … around my … my…." Here L stalled out, not sure what exactly to say.

"Your what, pet? Pick a word, but make it a good one." L paused for a moment and then threw embarrassment to the wind.

"My cock. I want your mouth on my cock." Genesis's grin was extremely pleased and his fingers idly stroked L as he practically purred.

"A very nice choice. And since you asked so nicely…." He dipped his head again, this time closing his mouth over L's member, swallowing the majority of the length, L moaning loudly. Genesis continued the teasing with his tongue as he did before, running it along the shaft as he sucked, probing into the slit at the tip.

Then Genesis presented his fingers to L, slipping them into his mouth and lifting his head long enough to command, "Suck. Good and wet now, pet." L readily complied, glad for something to do with his yearning mouth. He grasped Genesis's wrist and sucked on his fingers, using his tongue in a parody of the way Genesis's was currently moving on him.

Abruptly the fingers were removed and L suddenly felt them circling the tight entrance below his arousal. Without warning one entered, probing lightly, slicking his passage. Then another, stretching and searching with the other, brushing along an incredibly sensitive spot inside L that had his eyes rolling back in his head, mouth open but voice gone.

And suddenly Genesis's mouth was gone and after another few strokes so were his fingers. L raised his head, eyes wide with disbelief and something akin to panic.

"Please … please finish it," he implored breathlessly, unconsciously spreading his legs a little further, hands gripping Genesis's shoulders.

"Such lovely begging…. Unfortunately, pet, this is one request I won't grant. But I have something much better for you. You don't want it to end like that, do you? Wrap your arms around me." Shakily, a little confused, L did, holding on as Genesis pulled them upright, L straddling his lap. "A little wider, pet." Genesis maneuvered L's legs into a more open position and then reached down to his pants, unfastening and opening them just as quickly as he did with L's, freeing his own potent and eager member.

"Hold onto me tightly, pet," Genesis advised as he lowered L, pressing at his entrance. L gasped in shock and discomfort as the head penetrated him – it was a great deal larger than Genesis's fingers had been and he tensed.

"Hush," Genesis soothed. "It is not my intention to harm you. Although there is a pleasure to be found in pain, I don't think you're prepared for that." A faint green glow washed over L's skin and suddenly all he could feel was stretching and filling and pressure but it was elating, a relief in a way. A long breathy moan let L's mouth and Genesis smirked, bending his head to nip at L's exposed throat.

And then Genesis began moving, thrusting deeply and slowly, gripping L's hips both to steady and aid the movement. L held on for dear life, his mind non-functional as his body gave over completely to feeling, stimulated both inside and out, his shaft rubbing against Genesis's firm and still-clothed abs. The cries and moans that spilled out of his lips were so animalistic that Genesis probably was right to call him "pet."

The sensation of being a bowstring increased – L was growing tauter and tauter, racing toward release, so close….

All of a sudden Genesis stopped and pulled out.

"No!" L practically shrieked. "You can't! Not now! Please!!"

"Hands and knees, pet," Genesis panted and L immediately obeyed, although he was quivering so badly he could barely support himself. He felt Genesis position himself and then with one powerful thrust he was back in, pumping even harder and faster, L crying out, "Yes, yes, please, more!!"

The bowstring finally released and L came with his loudest cry yet. A few thrusts later, Genesis groaned heavily and L felt himself filled with Genesis's essence.

Genesis wrapped his arms around L as he pulled out and it was a good thing as L was completely unable to hold himself up now. Effortlessly, Genesis moved L back over to the tree, propping him against the trunk as he gathered the disorderly pile of clothing up. With grace and even a little tenderness he dressed L and shrugged his own coat back on and then took a place next to the very tired detective.

"I hope you enjoyed that, pet. As I said before, that was for you. Now I want you do something for me." L's head lolled over his shoulder to look at Genesis who was smiling in that seductive and vaguely discomfiting manner. "I want you to begin playing with your pet. It's time your relationship became what it is truly meant to be." As L stared at him in utter incomprehension, Genesis continued, "Of course, if you don't, I will simply have to bring you back here again. And again. However, often it takes. And next time, pet, we'll be using these." From somewhere he produced two objects; one a leather collar with two chains hanging off of it, what looked like small clamps dangling from their ends; the other something that greatly resembled a riding crop.

"Think about it, pet," Genesis recommended. "Now, go." He laid his palm on L's forehead and suddenly everything went black.

~{}~

L sat up abruptly, twitching and looking around in alarm for a few moments until he realized that he was in his room, in bed, Light sleeping beside him. Disorientation continued a little longer as his mind tried to reconcile between dream and reality. Eventually he calmed, firmly fixed in the here and now, laughing a little ruefully at himself being so shaken up by a dream. An incredibly realistic, erotic dream. Which had apparently left him in a bit of a state. A bit surprising, actually. Not that he wanted the mess in his pants, but he would have thought…. Mentally shrugging, L shifted his position, spreading his legs a little and lifting his shirt, trying to decide what he wanted to do about it….

His thoughts grinded to a halt when he saw the mark. The one just like the one Genesis had left. In just the same place Genesis had left it.

And for one of the few times in his relatively young life, L felt the need to express himself in a rather crude manner.

"Oh, fuck." It wasn't possible. It just wasn't. Was it? His mind was still cloudy with fatigue and confusion, the remnants of the dream hovering at the edges. If it hadn't been real, then where did that hickie come from? He certainly would have noticed someone else doing that! So, maybe….

As he tried to puzzle it out he suddenly remembered what Genesis had said to him. And shown him.

He wants me to … seduce Light? That was ridiculous. Why should he do that? Sure, Light was handsome and intelligent and L enjoyed spending time with him, talking, arguing, even being silent together. And every once in a while L wondered what it would be like if….

But that didn't mean he had to do anything! Although … if he didn't, he'd be in Genesis's clutches again. Not that it had been bad. Not at all. Still, if it was a choice between giving or receiving…. And he was curious. Surely Light was, too. They so often thought along the same lines, after all. Then there was really only one choice to be made.

If L's logic was a little unsound, perhaps we can forgive him and merely enjoy the scene that unfolded as a result:

Pounce.

"Hwa?! … Ryu-Ryuuzaki? … nn … What's going on? … It's only three A.M. Is something wrong? … What … what are you doing?! Hey! Hey, stop that! Whoa! Where do you think you're putting your hands?! What's the matter with you?!"

"It has occurred to me, Light, that our relationship is not entirely satisfactory in its current state and I believe greater intimacy would go a long way toward improving it. I'm sure you'll agree once you get used to the idea."

"Are you completely mad?? Leave my shirt alone! Don't touch that! Ah! N-no! Stop it!"

"Light, please shut up now."

"Are you kidding me?! Why would I—oh! Oh, God … hhah … nnh! … n-no … mmm! … no, you can't do thaaaat … ahh! … oh, God, yes … oh! … mnf, just a little, a little … to the right … yes! Yes, right there! … oh, God…."

~{}~

In Banora, Genesis sat casually by a pond, arm resting on a bent knee, watching L's and Light's nocturnal activities which were visible through the water's surface. A figure approached from behind, halting at Genesis's side and peering at the scene. He rolled his eyes and did a poor job of stifling a sigh.

"Was that really necessary?" he asked with a raised brow. Genesis smiled slowly.

"Of course. If I'd left them to their own devices, they might have never gotten down to it. And I want to watch." The man rolled his eyes again.

"Pervert," he muttered under his breath, turning away and leaving the fanboy to his voyeurism.

~{}~

"I told you you'd cry and beg, pet."

Gotta love "Cure" materia... -giggling madly-

23 Dec. '08