Part 2: L's Secret

That night, Light had fallen asleep on his side of the bed. It had only taken him minutes to enter a deep sleep. He supposed he was more tired than he originally thought, even with Ryuzaki sleeping beside him nude.

When he awoke, it was one o'clock in the morning, and he suddenly felt something across his stomach. He looked and saw that that it was Ryuzaki's bare arm. And when Light looked over his shoulder, he saw the covers were completely off, and the detective's exposed naked body pressed against his back.

The term was called Spooning, when couples wanted to be close. But they were definitely not a couple, and Light had no desire to even become that close to L, or anyone else of the like, (or, at the very least, without himself initiating it, and he didn't).

He gently took Ryuzaki's arm off him, but he must have triggered an unexpected response, and L suddenly shifted in closer, and hugged Light as if he was a stuffed animal.

Feeling uncomfortable with the situation with an understatement, especially with what he was feeling from behind. Something was beginning to poke him from the rear and he hoped it wasn't what he thought it was.

L muttered a name under his breath, saying something to the point of "I love you". Was it an old girlfriend perhaps? The way L spoke about it relationships earlier—Was L gay?

Light felt the poking increase. Did Ryuzaki have an erection? Was he having a sexual dream? L did say he had "weird dreams". Did that also mean weird, sexual dreams?

L shifted again and this time, Light managed to wiggle out of the detective's grasp. L then turned over. Now his butt was facing Light. It was dark, but the glow of the moon from a window cascaded through the open shades. The building was so tall, Light was glad no one else could see the detective's exhibitionism.

Light then observed something on L's rear, on his left butt cheek. A marking—Could it be a tattoo? It may explain why he crouched the way he did. Claiming if he didn't sit the way he did would decease his mental acuity by roughly 40% didn't sell with Light. There had to have been another reason. Could this tattoo could be that reason?

Despite the view and the proximity of where he was, his face very close to L's butt—he went in closer to look at it. There was some writing. He didn't dare turn on the light to read it or risk exposure of what he was doing.

It was quite small, but his eyes focused on it. It read: Property of Whammy's House in cursive writing. What that meant, Light had no clue. It must have been some sort of joke. L wasn't the kind of person to be property of anyone.
Light was tired, and despite where he was, he merely closed his eyes, and went back to sleep.

The next time he woke, it was approximately two o'clock in the morning when he checked his watch with its illuminance, and when he did, he silently gasped when he saw L's penis was staring him right in the face. L's legs were curled up as if trying to encapsulate Light's head between Ryuzaki's legs for a reasoning that Light could only attribute to a sexual one, if albeit on an unconscious level.

Light had moved lower down the bed just before he fell asleep before, so he wouldn't be as close to Ryuzaki's butt. Now, somehow, things had dramatically changed.

It stared at him like a one-eyed monster. And Light moved away.

In the morning, he would have to demand better sleeping arrangements.

Light woke again at four o'clock and this time he had to urinate and quite badly. He was chained, but had managed to drop down the side of the bed and sleep on the floor with his cuffed arm on the bed. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but it was better than the alternative.

He looked across the bed and saw L sleeping soundly with his face turned the other way. Light knew where the cuffs key was, it was in Ryuzaki's jeans pocket. It would probably he easier to get it, unlock the cuffs, urinate, and then put it back without him ever being wiser. However, that would mean crawling over the bed and over L to get at it.

Light did not want L watching him urinate. Some things were very private.

The urge to urinate was great and he needed that key or he'd wet his pants. He'd have to take the chance to get the key secretly, and if he failed, face the consequences with L thinking he was escaping.

He gently crossed across the bed making sure to take slack of the chain with him, as he made his way across the bed. He was about to easily cross over L when the detective suddenly rolled onto his back.

Gez, Light mentally voiced. How many sexual dreams does this guy have?

L was excited again, and as Light cradled Ryuzaki on the bed, he didn't know the reason, but his urge to urinate, suddenly produced his own excitement. He had been excited like this before and often they indicated the normal reasons. This was not one of them. He had to use the bathroom, nothing more.

Not now, he told himself. And not like this...

Then both just happen to touch the other. But to Light, it was nothing sexual. He had no desire to engage in any sexual coitus with L.

However, he had to admit. L did have a descent set of abs and his muscles were defined and toned. Nice pelvic lines, too, he thought. He shook his head. What in the world Am I thinking? Get your mind away from that line of thought!

Light attempted to move his leg, but his situation was preventing any kind of easy escape. If L woke up now, he'd think the worse. And he'd never believe Light's story.

All I want to do is use the bathroom, he thought.

Quickly, L extended his arms and latched onto Light, around his back, and brought him down, chest to chest, hugging him. Their hard-on's touched and Light thought L would awaken with their close proximity. But, however the reason, L was very much still asleep—in deep REM sleep, in fact.

And then he said, "Oh, Bernard. You're so lovely!"

L tilted his head up and then kissed Light on the mouth. Their lips touched. Light's eyes widened, but he didn't pull away. He couldn't pull away. Ryuzaki's grip was so tight.

So, he just went with it, and let the famous detective kiss him, and closed his eyes, hoping and wishing, he was having some sort of weird dream himself.

Their penises, hard-pressed, continued their swordplay. Until L's arms dropped to his side and he suddenly began to softly snore. Light remained where he was for a moment, looking down at the detective, wondering what the hell just happened, and why for heaven's sake, he, himself, still had an erection, when he didn't feel sexually aroused.

Bernard, Ryuzaki said, Bernard, Light thought. Was this person L's secret lover?

Using the opportunity to move, he very slowly moved to the other side of the bed, reached into Ryuzaki's jeans pocket, grabbed the key, unlocked the cuffs, and moved quickly to the bathroom, where he tried to urinate with very stiff penis. And he thought, every so minutely, that he could even be the slightest aroused by what happened. Light leaned over and pushed his penis downwards, despite it being uncomfortable, forcing himself to not miss the toilet.

When the stream emerged, he felt a tremendous sensation of relief and even a little elation as a shiver coursed down his spine. He had only felt a similar feeling a couple of times before and that was when he had reached a certain age, and like all boy's do, discovered himself.

The first time he masturbated was at that age all boy's normally are, but that was only after a friend of his showed him a video he had secretly downloaded off the internet. His friend had been more attune to such things at his age than Light. Light was a scholar and studied most of his time to one day become a police office like his father.

But when he saw that video, he felt something strange within himself that day. He didn't know what it was until later when he learned that it had been lust for a sensual lady that he saw in the video, having sex with her partner, who was another woman. Lesbian love, his friend had said. In other circles, gay love between two women.

He had thought about that video from time-to-time, but never dared to look up any erotic videos online since his home had a shared network and anything he watched online could been seen by his father.

When he grew-up, he lost interest in that sort of thing, and dwelled heavily into his studies.

Notwithstanding, here he felt the urge again. And even though he had finished urinating, he still kept his hard-on. He couldn't go back to bed with it, he wouldn't get back to sleep. His only conclusion was he had to deal with it. He had no idea why the situation with L was giving him this kind of reaction.

He knew he had to, for lack of a better word phrase, get a grip on the situation. He couldn't stay in the bathroom for too long. He had to get back and get the cuffs back on, or who knows what the next night will entail? He was already sleeping in the same bed with Ryuzaki and the detective was naked. That was bad enough. What's next? He'd be forced to sleep nude in the same bed handcuffed as punishment?

No, he didn't think L would be that perverted. On the other hand, he was incarcerated for fifty days without basic human rights—supposedly he asked for it—but if Ryuzaki was willing to go that far, anything was possible.

Light made sure the bathroom door was closed, and then his imagination soared with thoughts of a lustful nature. Whom he imagined in his mind was various, and at the very last moment, Ryuzaki popped in his head. And he couldn't stop it. It felt good, very good, to release all that pent-up frustration he had felt as if late.

The act was natural, albeit a private thing.

Afterwards, he cleaned himself off, returned the key to Ryuzaki's jeans, then clamped the cuffs back on, feeling not only thankful he hadn't woken L up, but also relieved of a tension he hadn't realized he was keeping inside. Perhaps it was true what some people say, when you haven't done it in some time, the relief you feel is extraordinary.

Light turned over in bed and he didn't mind whom he slept with now. The tension about the situation was gone.

When half past six rolled around, Light gently opened his eyes when he heard the sound of a toilet flushing. The bathroom room light was on. The door was open and Light could see L in all his nakedness. In truth, the man had a nice body. It was honed to a swimmers frame. Light didn't know everything about L—Maybe he exercised in secret?

Then Light remembered. He hadn't flushed the toilet last night because he knew the sound would carry. He mentally swore. All that worry now came back to haunt him. Ryuzaki would know he had used the bathroom last night.

All that secrecy that happened last night had just dropped in the preverbal toilet.

Ryuzaki exited the bathroom. Light shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep as he felt L's weight on the bed. Suddenly, L leaned over and said softly into Light's ear: "I don't know how you did it, but even Harry Houdini would be proud." Then turned back and went back to bed, getting under the covers.

Later that morning, he explained how he got of the cuffs—omitting obvious details for reasons of his own dignity.

It was decided that Light would get his own quarters, but he would be monitored at night with the door locked and with a longer chain attached to the wall, so if needed, he could use the ensuite bathroom at his leisure. Then he would be unlocked from the wall every morning and reattached to the lengthy chain cuffed to Ryuzaki. Light agreed to the terms. At least he wouldn't have to sleep in the same bed with a naked Ryuzaki anymore.

That first night was a real killer, Light thought. The irony of that thought didn't slip him comparative to why he resided here—for being the worse serial mass murder of all time, a real killer.

A little later that morning, as both he and L sat at the workstations in the main area, and as his father and the other task force members were busily engaged in other tasks elsewhere, Light stared blankly at his computer. He couldn't concentrate with something on his mind.

L was reading something on his workstation computer, crouched as he normally was, and eating Oreos and drinking milk. He appeared to be engaged in something important, but this was the perfect time to get something off his chest.

Light turned to Ryuzaki. L seemed to see him turn out of the corner of his eye and cocked his head aside. "Light?"

"We're alone, so I want to talk to you about something that happened last night," Light said.

"I thought you already explained that? And that is why starting tonight you'll have your own room."

"No, not that," Light said with a sigh. "That seems to have concluded with a satisfactory outcome. I want to talk about you talking in your sleep. Okay, I know, it's really none of my business. But I have to ask: Who is Bernard? You spoke with such endearment about him last night. Was he a…friend?"

"The very good friend, and one of the best I had when the nights got very lonely. As you know, I never really knew my parents, and I was raised in an orphanage" —Whammy's, Light thought. Now he understood the small tattoo on Ryuzaki's left butt cheek. It was a reminder of where he had come from— "and I didn't have a lot of friends. It was a place for the gifted, so I basically spent time with myself: games, puzzles, card games, that sort of thing. But the orphanage did have one shinning, saving grace: Bernard. He was my best friend, whom I used play and laugh with."

"What happened to him?"

"He died. He was sixteen and half years old, and quite old, notwithstanding."

Light paused. "Sixteen and half years old is not old at all for a person," he said.

L looked at him strange and for the first time in as long as Light knew him, Ryuzaki burst out laughing. And he literally dropped to a normal sitting position and held his stomach because he was laughing so hard. "You're quite a card, Light. I haven't laughed that hard for a very long time." He wiped a small tear from his eye. "Thank you for that."

"You haven't answered my question," Light insisted.

L seemed to gaze at his computer screen retrospectively. "Yes, Bernard was a very lovely and endearing person, or so he thought of himself as one. He loved all the kids at the orphanage and they loved him. It was a sad day when he passed on. He just went to sleep one night and never woke up. He's buried on the orphanage grounds in the back area with a marker that says: Bernard: The Best Friend An Orphan Could Ever Have."

Light was getting a little frustrated. "Ryuzaki, Bernard…Who was Bernard?"

"He was a dog, a Saint Bernard, Light, and the best friend an orphan cold ever have."

All of sudden, Light burst out laughing. And it was such a relief that he could forgive everything that had occurred the night before. L loved this dog. The other thing that happened was just a side effect of something else entirely, and another dream.

Light breathed out a sigh of relief. He was ready to get back to work.

Then L looked at him strangely again, and asked, "Why? What else happened last night that you haven't told me?"

Light suddenly lost all humour about the situation, and gulped nervously. He knew he should have kept his big mouth shut.

END.