Title: Shukumei
Title: Shukumei
Rating: T
Summary: In which, despite fighting and falling and fate, neither lets go. (L x Light, 31 prompts. YAOI.)
Warnings: THIS FIC CONTAINS YAOI, some of it on the LIME-ISH side. If you don't like this, TURN BACK NOW.
Notes: Here's the next ten! These are kind of weird, maybe, because the order in which I wrote them is way different than the order I'm posting them…eh, oh well.
Please read and review.
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11. Grave
(It wasn't L's fault that their hands fit together so perfectly.)
"I wonder what Kira will want his grave to look like, once we catch him," Light said absently one afternoon. L's attention was on him immediately, the chain between them jingling as the detective jerked his head around.
"If you were Kira, what would you want?" The usual sick, eager-for-a-confession light was in his eyes.
"I'm not Kira, for the fifth time in as many minutes," Light snapped. "But if I were," he contemplated aloud, "I would want some kind of church in my honor, wouldn't I? Haven't we agreed that Kira considers himself a god?"
L was silent for a long moment, and only spoke when Light finally thought the conversation was over. "Kira shall have an unmarked gravestone." The husky, baritone voice sent a shiver down Light's spine. L fixed his gaze onto Light's, and the younger boy was unable to read the older one's eyes.
What is that emotion…?
"Light-kun, I would also like to be buried with an unmarked gravestone."
The sentence almost echoed through the room. The whole investigation team seemed to be listening in, judging by the lack of papers rustling and humming (usually Matsuda) in the background. The two geniuses stared at each other for a long time: a silent battle of wills, smarts, and that something else—
"No," said Light. Ryuuzaki's expression didn't flicker, though it wasn't often that Chief Yagami's son ever looked this genuinely angry. "If you don't want the credit due to you for being L, for god's sake, you at least owe it to us to put down a name to remember you by. Your real name." Light's fist clenched. "You owe it to me, Ryuuzaki." They glared at each other for a few more moments. Light tried desperately to read L's eyes, to tell L through telepathy that he wanted to know his name as a friend, and not as Kira. L looked away.
"78 percent, Light-kun," he whispered softly.
(The next morning, L let Light sleep in two hours later than usual. When Light awoke, one of his hands felt strangely warm…almost as if someone had been holding it.)
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12. Nightmare
Who was he?
(He was no one.)
She was Amane Misa. She was a model, an actress. She was beautiful, famous, the star in the dreams of half the males in Japan every night.
She was known, she was recognized. She was rich. She was loved.
And who was he?
(He was no one.)
He was L. He was Daneuve, Erald Coil, the top three most sought-after detectives in the entire world. He was a genius, a mystery, a trump card.
He was rich, he was famous. He didn't need any looks at all, merely his brain and his sugar.
He was feared. He was respected.
And who was he?
He was Yagami Light. A student. A score on a sheet of paper, a number in a set of statistics. A brother, a son.
He was beautiful, yes, but not famously so. He was not Ryuuga Hideki. He was not Amane Misa.
He was a leader and a genius, yes, but only to Toudai students who cared for such things. He was not his father. He was not L.
(He was no one.)
And then he was Kira, and he was like them. Known. Feared. Famous. Worshipped.
Misa whispered, "I can take care of you. I have money. I have fame. Love me, and you'll never have to work a day in your life. I am perfection."
L whispered, "I can put you to death. I have money. I have renown. Cross me, and you'll be revealed as the worthless, average murderer you are. I am justice."
And Light whispered, "I hate you."
Because they were everything, and he was nothing, and under any other circumstance but this (this) they would have outshone him with a blinding brightness that he could never, ever compare to.
(He was no one.)
And when Light woke up in a cold sweat, they were each holding one of his hands. Misa's beautiful, famous face was creased with worry and distress. L's powerful, influential hand was white-knuckled around his own.
"Light! Light, are you okay?! Misa wants you to look at her! Is Light sick or dying?!"
"Light-kun had a nightmare, Misa-san. Please calm down."
And they were both looking intensely into his eyes, radiating anxiety and comfort and love—
Why? Whywhywhy?! He was nothing! There they were and there he was and he didn't understand, didn't understand any of it, but— but—
L moved to page Watari and Misa jumped up to fetch water, but Light yanked their hands toward himself and they landed with exclamations into one big pile on the couch. All of them, together, their faces pressed into no one's neck.
A moment passed, and then their warmth permeated his clothing at the same time that their smiles tickled his skin.
And Light felt like someone.
(Misa, secretly, had always felt like a trophy. L, secretly, had always felt like a tool. Then Light came along, and suddenly they were both human again.)
(Light has always been more than they could ever hope to be.)
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13. Together
It wasn't long until L figured out that the colder he kept their bedroom, the closer Light would involuntarily snuggle up to him in his sleep.
Of course, getting Light to fall asleep under these conditions in the first place made the effort's worth questionable.
"Ryuuzaki, it's fucking winter outside," Light snapped as he dragged himself out of the bathroom, done with his nightly hygiene rituals, and into their room for the fourth time that week. "Turn up the damn heat for once, will you?"
If L had not been tipped off by the completely exhausted sunkenness in Light's eyes as to the foul mood his companion was in, the detective could now consider himself fully enlightened. Light didn't usually curse in more than one consecutive sentence unless extremely haggard from lack of sleep.
Which was indeed the case right now…
…and which L, true to form, did not bother his fluffy little head about.
'Hm, it seems that Light-kun is especially tired tonight. Thus, he will sleep more deeply and his subconscious urges will have more powerful effects on his body. Along with the fact that I have arranged the temperature to be one degree cooler than normal, the probability that Light-kun will press himself against me for warmth tonight is…84.6 percent. Excellent.'
Light was already near the end of his rope, and his spirits were not raised by the strange little smile that flitted across Ryuuzaki's face after a moment of them staring at each other.
"Well?" Light snarled pointedly.
"It is expensive to heat this building, Light-kun, as it is fairly large." L cocked his head innocently. Light's eyebrow twitched.
"You built this monstrosity in the first place, not to mention equipped it with all the latest in security and tech hardware; you clearly have enough money to do something as minor as heating it," the police chief's son growled.
L's lamp-like eyes stared back at him very seriously. "Waste not, want not."
Light immediately decided to take L's advice and not waste the opportunity, as he wanted very badly to punch L in the face.
The following fight was as evenly matched and predictable as usual, though L got in a few dirty kicks by using Light's sleep-deprived state to his advantage. It was over quickly, and Light collapsed on the bed in utter fatigue. The handcuff dictated that L follow, and the snoop seated himself at his usual place near the headboard while Light's panting turned to shivering. A head tilted, and amber pools met black mirrors for a long, silent minute.
L watched as the look of suspicion dawned on Light's attractive face, morphing from a scowl of disbelief to a sigh of determination in under a second. The detective raised an eyebrow at his suspect as the brunet crawled up and peeled back the covers, moving to situate himself under them.
"Why are you attempting to yank the covers out from underneath me, Light-kun?"
"You're sleeping tonight, Ryuuzaki," Light told him firmly. "Don't argue, just get under the blankets." Light grunted as he stretched himself out, now surrounded by cold sheets, and rolled over to see that L had not moved an inch. Light sighed, hesitating. "Ryuuzaki…come on. I'm very, very tired."
He hadn't said 'please,' would never say 'please,' but L could hear it on the tip of his tongue. Another long moment of staring commenced, and then the detective slowly stretched out and nestled down in the bed as well, pulling pillows closer and beginning to pile them around himself.
"I suppose I could sleep tonight," L conceded as if there had never been an argument. "It has been three or four days, after all—Light-kun!" The honorific came out as a bit more of a squeak than he had meant it to, but L attributed it to the fact that the boy on the other end of the handcuffs had suddenly seized him around the middle. "What do you think you're doing?" His voice was once more composed, though his cheeks were instantly a lot warmer than usual.
Light buried his face in the insomniac's neck deliberately, scooting nice and close enough to feel the body heat that L radiated, but not touching all the way down the length of their frames. His arm remained draped gently over L's thin stomach, however. "I'm cold and it's your fault, so you're going to fix it."
L was momentarily floored, not that it showed in his expression. Light-kun was…Light-kun had willingly come this close. He could smell the brunet's hair, feel his soft breathing against his collar. L's mind raced, calculating motives and fatigue and Kira—
"Don't think about it, Ryuuzaki," Light yawned tiredly, quickly slipping under now that there was softness and warmth around him. "Just go…to sleep…"
Then Light's breathing was deep and even, consciousness gone.
And, to L's vague surprise, he found himself following not long after.
(Before he lost all train of thought, L decided to keep the room at this temperature from now on.)
In the morning, L's awareness of heat and a hazy trace of desire seeped into his mind before he raised his leaden eyelids to confront the situation.
During the night, Light had burrowed so close that the detective was now completely on top of him. Pale fingers were interlocked with tan ones to one side, and cradling a shoulder to the other. L felt Light's free hand on his back, under his shirt. Light's legs were spread, curled loosely around L's so that their feet tangled together, and a mountain of pillows completed the cocoon of paradise that surrounded the two boys.
L's eyes fell shut again, and he laid his head back down in the crook of Light's neck. This was the closest he had ever been to another person in a decade…might as well savor the moment.
And when Light finally awoke, he only found himself mildly curious at the situation in how utterly natural a progression it seemed. After all, the handcuffs kept them in this state at all times; why should they not wake up this way as well?
Together.
(And even though the investigation room was heated, Light sat an entire foot closer than necessary to L for the duration of the day.)
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14. Silver
"Light-kun, what makes you the happiest?"
The question came without any warning whatsoever, and Light was so surprised that he had to stall a little longer than usual while his mind frantically searched for a non Kira-like answer.
"…What kind of a question is that, Ryuuzaki?"
"You did not answer," L mused, chewing on his thumbnail. "Perhaps this means that being Kira makes you the happiest?"
"I'm not Kira!" Light sighed. "And even if I was, how could anyone ever find happiness in killing others?" L looked as if he was about to comment on this, but changed his mind as Light shot him a withering glare. "Trying to catch Kira is what makes me the happiest."
L wiggled his toes. "I could have guessed such a predictable answer, Light-kun. I meant besides that." Light raised an eyebrow, and L continued. "If here in headquarters with the investigation team is your gold medal, what is your silver? Where are you the happiest outside of the Kira case?" L's luminous orbs gazed at him with that deep, watchful stare that always set everyone on edge. Light was not as affected by it as he normally was, however, simply because he was at such an utter loss.
Where was he happiest…outside of the Kira case? His whole world revolved around the Kira case.
What a stupid question.
"I'm not happy outside of the Kira case," Light told L with complete honesty. "It's my bronze, silver, and gold all wrapped up into one."
The Kira Investigation Headquarters was where his father was. It was where his innocence waited to be proven.
It was where L sat with him day and night, only a chain's length away, testing him and taunting him and making his life so much more than anything it had ever been.
Light suddenly couldn't quite bring himself to meet the detective's eyes.
"What about you, Ryuuzaki? Where are you the happiest?"
L blinked, a motion that was every bit as simple as his answer.
"With you."
A moment of silence passed.
The epiphany hit Light like a freight train.
And as things suddenly clicked into place and he recognized his feelings toward L for what they really were—intense, acute, genuine attraction—blood rushed uncontrollably to Light's face, staining his cheeks with the deepest blush they had ever displayed.
Despite a deep urge to drink in the picture, L turned away to give Light privacy in this surprisingly embarrassing moment…
(…But only because he was wondering why his own face felt so hot.)
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15. Kiss
It is late, but not that late, and the moon is shining into their bedroom. L is seated near the headboard, typing away as usual on his laptop, and Light is turned away as he tries to fall asleep. Light's tired, as always, but the bright moonbeams dance across his face through the window no matter which way he turns. At last he sits up and kicks off the covers, giving the chain a soft tug. L looks up at him questioningly, the clicking of keys at a momentary pause.
"Let's look at the moon, Ryuuzaki."
Maybe it's because the stars are sparkling, maybe because L is bored, or maybe because Light's hair is messed up just so—
"…Alright. Just this once."
(It was worth it for the smile Light sent him.)
L unfolded his body from the hideous crouching posture that he constantly assumed, following Light out onto the balcony. They turn their faces upwards, away from the glow of the city. Light's expression is softer than L has ever seen it. His stomach flutters.
"It's beautiful," Light says softly. L gives him a long look, and Light's face hardens. "Surely wanting to look at the stars isn't somehow a Kira-like trait—"
"I could name a dozen ways that stargazing is a Kira-like trait," L interrupts bluntly. "But I am not thinking about Kira right now."
Light snorts. "Liar. You're always thinking about Kira." L turns to gaze at the sky.
"Depending on who Kira is, Light-kun, that may be correct."
A shooting star lights up the sky for a few moments, and Light's heartbeat quickens. Suddenly L feels too close and the night air is too warm, and Light barely manages not to jump when he feels a bony elbow brush his side.
And L, L is nervous and embarrassed and terrified even though nothing shows on his face, but he also knows that this is the moment and he is resolute in his decision because, well, he's already risked his life with this boy; what more would a few unrequited feelings be? His mouth opens, and the words leave it.
"What am I to you?"
And Light knows what L is asking, knows how much rides on the answer, knows that this is stupid and improbable and impossible and that he wants it more than he's ever wanted anything. His breath shakes as he grits his teeth in regret and denial.
"I…it doesn't matter. This between us, L, it—it's interfering with our concentration on the case—"
"Shut up, Light-kun," L says simply, pressing a pale finger to his suspect's lips. The detective leans forward until their noses are brushing, feeling Light's breath hitch in his chest. Each smells the breath of the other washing over them, and L's eyes slide uncontrollably to half-mast. As he whispers, his lips brush the side of Light's mouth ever so lightly. "You and I both know this isn't about the case anymore."
And then their mouths are connected and open and everything is perfect. L does not count as his first kiss, and second, and third, and hundredth pass him by, only feels and smells and tastes Light's tongue in his mouth and fingers in his hair.
An hour later they go in to bed, happy and unsure and awkward as they lay down, backs touching but facing away from each other, it still being too early to acknowledge their stronger desires.
When the sunlight wakes Light and L is up by the headboard, typing away at his laptop as nonchalantly as always, he worries that it was all a dream. Before leaving the room, however, L pauses and turns to peck him shyly on the lips.
(The happiness that swept over Light afterward was better than anything he had ever felt.)
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16. Fog
The click of the door echoed through headquarters as Matsuda left, leaving Light and L alone for the night. Half a second later the two were lunging at each other, open mouths colliding as fingers twisted into hair and clothing.
Light had been unable to think of anything but L all day long, his mind clouded over in a fog of emotions and desires. Never having had this kind of relationship with another male before, he wasn't even sure what it was, exactly, that he wanted; all Light knew was that it involved L, no clothes, and a bed.
"Room," Light ordered huskily between kisses. He let out a gasp as L unceremoniously scooped him up and began heading upstairs, half-carrying and half-dragging the younger boy as he stumbled down the hallway.
Miraculously they made it to their room before being forced to collapse in full view of the security cameras. When the door closed behind them, L groped about and pushed a button on the doorframe. Light vaguely heard the crunch of the room padlocking itself, but L's fingers were below his waistline and he didn't have much time to dwell on it. Crashing down onto the bed, an immediate tussle for dominance ensued. L's fingers were clumsy and inexperienced, but he managed to get Light's button-down shirt off with minimal damage. It hung on the chain, forgotten, soon joined by L's own plain white shirt.
Oh, all that pale smooth skin was so distracting that Light barely even noticed as his pants disappeared and L climbed on top of him, kissing and grinding and it wasn't long until it became very clear that there was an explicit difference between the way L touches things, and the way L touches Light.
Everything was hands and skin and teeth and tongues and it was new for both of them in various ways.
The next day Light could barely walk and L could barely think about the case, but it had all been so worth it.
And as they lunged at each other again that night, forgetting about ethics and rules and Kira and pain, the handcuffs clinked and clanked.
(They would be unnecessary sooner than either of them knew.)
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17. Red
Apples are red, sugar is good…
…some people notice more things than they should.
"I'm telling you, they're sleeping together!" Matsuda hisses to the chief urgently. "They've been making bedroom eyes at each other for five hours now!"
It takes every ounce of self-control that Yagami Soichirou possesses to keep his face straight. "Matsuda, that's ridiculous. If they look tired, it's probably because Ryuuzaki hardly ever lets Light sleep."
"Argh!" The young, dark-haired man's eyebrow is twitching as it has never twitched before, and he emits frustrated grunting sounds that progressively grow louder. "Why, why does no one believe me?! I know an affair when I see one!"
"For the last time, Matsuda, shut up," Aizawa growls in annoyance. "Light has a very willing Amane Misa to cater to his every whim! What more could he want?" Mogi nods in agreement.
"Light's not that into Misa-Misa! Even I know that much," Matsuda shakes his head fervently. "And he's chained to L day and night! Of course his hormones are going to get thrown out of whack. Ryuuzaki might be kind of a weirdo, yeah, but he's the only one around here on Light's mental level!" He had begun ticking off fingers in a list of 'Reasons Why Light and L are Fucking Like Rabbits Every Night.' "Whenever they walk anywhere, Light lags behind. It looks like it's because Ryuuzaki walks so fast, but it's really so Light can stare at Ryuuzaki's hips! And L's mouse used to be on the left side of his keyboard, but now it's on the right so that his hand has an excuse to brush Light's! Not to mention that they always go to the second-floor bathroom when there's a perfectly good one down here! And also…"
As the feverish storm of Matsuda's whispering and Aizawa's murmurs of disagreement drifted over to the largest console, Light felt a smirk tug at his lips. Stretching out his left pinky, he hooked it with L's right, which was indeed hovering over a mouse.
"Is this really just an excuse to brush my hand, Ryuuzaki?" Turning to grin at the detective, Light found L staring at him contemplatively. A brown eyebrow raised itself as canines chewed on a pale thumb. "What?"
"I didn't know you liked to stare at my hips when I walk."
Light shrugged and turned back to his monitor, but L didn't miss the light flush that dusted his cheeks. "You stare at me plenty, too, you know." And your hips just fit so perfectly in my hands that it makes me want to grab them and pull them against mine at all times…
After a moment of contemplation, L turned back toward his monitor as well, a small smile on his face. "I guess we will have to be more careful in the future, Light-kun." The police chief's son glanced at him, smirking, with obvious bedroom eyes.
"I guess we will."
(Kira shines red, L's eyes glow blue…and the case would be screwed if anyone knew.)
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18. Touch
The first several times it happened, L had been the one on top of Light.
Consequently, when L finally trusted Light to be the seme, the younger boy was so excited and nervous that he couldn't completely hide it. He climbed over L, who lay flat on the bed as they kissed and ground against each other, and couldn't help noticing more than ever that we're the same height, the same and he's older than me and god he's L for fuck's sake and I'm going to be inside him and oh gods he looks so sexy right now—
"Light-kun," L said softly, "you're shaking."
Light did indeed notice that his hands were trembling as he spread L's legs and hooked them over his shoulders. The brunet gave a nervous little half-laugh, half-groan as he began to trail kisses along the insides of L's knee and the detective's breath hitched.
"Ryuuzaki," Light breathed, guiding himself to where he knew he should be and testing the extent of L's flexibility as he leaned forward. Years of contorted posture had left L very flexible indeed, it seemed, as Light was able to press his face against the pale chest below him and inhale the other's scent. He hovered at Ryuuzaki's entrance, already prepared and lubed, but held back by invisible ties of apprehension.
After a few moments, L began to shift impatiently. "I hope you are not waiting for me to beg, Light-kun," his voice came out in a strained pitch. In spite of himself, Light gave a breathless little chuckle.
"Yeah. That would up my—ngh—Kira percentage, wouldn't it?" Slowly, he pushed the head in, using every ounce of self-restraint he possessed not to thrust forward immediately into the hot, tight heat. L winced uncomfortably, giving little groans and shifting his hips about as Light gradually sheathed himself. When they were at last fully connected, they stilled for a moment, the sounds of harsh panting from both filling the room.
Finally, after an excruciating ten seconds, L grit his teeth and nodded. A guttural moan welled deep within Light's throat as he began to rock himself in and out of L's body, picking up speed as he went on. L winced and clenched his teeth until finally, on one of Light's thrusts, his hips gave a wild buck and his eyes snapped open.
"There." Chest heaving after the wild convulsion of his hips, L groaned and gripped Light's back to pull him closer. "Light, touch me there."
He might as well have screamed "Harder, faster, gods Light, fuck me," as a thunderbolt of pleasure shot straight to Light's groin and his hips began bucking wildly. The world was liquid heat, building around him and inside him until everything suddenly constricted and he exploded with L's voice in his ears and L's orgasm on his stomach.
Light continued thrusting, riding it out until he was forced to collapse with stars still shimmering before his eyes. A guttural, sated purr welled up from deep within his chest, the panting body under him all he could feel for several long moments. Then the exhaustion set in and, feeling his eyelids droop like lead, he used his last vestiges of consciousness to kiss any part of L's face he could reach.
The best orgasms of his life, it seemed, always involved L.
As L's body cooled, a smirk tugged at his flushed lips. "As usual, Light-kun…you have exceeded my expectations."
"I'll give you a repeat performance anytime you like," Light chuckled back huskily, nestling his head in the detective's shoulder.
"Hm," L mused, looking up at the ceiling absently as sleep fought to pull him under, "this certainly makes it official, I suppose."
"What?" Light yawned deeply, stretching and shifting about until he was comfortably covering the detective. L wrapped deceptively thin arms around his suspect.
"Nothing. Go to sleep, Light-kun."
(I'm officially yours.)
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19. Reflection
"Hey, Ryuuzaki," Light murmured while they were on a break one day. They had come up to the roof of the headquarters under the pretense that Light needed some air after so many hours immersed in the case. No one had disagreed or tried to stop them. From the vantage point on top of the skyscraper they looked down onto the bustling city of Tokyo, alive and sparkling in the fading beams of the spectacular sunset.
Both geniuses liked being up here for several reasons, not all of which were totally unselfish.
(After all, they were eons smarter than the vast population below them, and sometimes, well…they liked to literally be above everyone else, though neither felt the need to flaunt their wits on a regular basis.)
Not to mention that the lack of security cameras afforded a certain amount of privacy for making out. And with L's shoulder brushing his, gazing out into the distance, Light truly felt on top of the world…not that he would ever tell L this.
(L knew it anyway.)
"Yes, Light-kun?" The detective turned his curious, intent blank stare onto his companion.
"Have you ever thought about…" Light hesitated, trying to phrase his thoughts correctly. "Well, I mean, if the two of us ever had kids…" The brunet laughed at his own awkward wording. L's expression didn't flicker. "Don't you ever wonder just how smart those brats would turn out?"
There had been a note of longing affection in Light's voice that L wasn't sure he had been meant to hear, and his heart gave an odd little throb. He remained silent for a long moment, turning back toward the honks of car horns, clangs, shouts, and other normal city clamor drifting up softly to their ears. Finally, the corners of his thin lips quirked upward in a smile.
"I do believe that any sentient being possessing a combination of our DNA…would be rather unnecessarily intelligent, yes," L affirmed quietly.
Light chuckled, and the sound—like anything and everything else about Yagami Light—was ridiculously beautiful. But it didn't distract the insomniac detective from the conversation the way it might have otherwise. L had not missed the other question, the true question underlying the one that Light had asked him.
'Your future, L…am I in it?'
L's spidery hand groped about until it found Light's, both keeping their gazes fixed on the twinkling metropolis below them. Their hands clasped each other in a death grip.
'You're in it whether you want to be or not, Light-kun.'
They didn't speak for the remaining duration of the break, though they kissed each other with an unusually fervent air of desperation in the elevator on the way back down to the investigation team. If anyone noticed that their clothes and hair were more mussed than when they had left, it was shrugged off. It might be a windy day outside, after all.
They returned to their normal positions in front of their monitors, maximizing the windows they had been working on and appearing to be continuing to research the case.
In reality, facts and figures were racing through L's head at a supersonic pace. Was it scientifically possible to convert a sperm into an egg? Would one of them need a trans-sexual operation? How much was this going to cost? No, the cost didn't matter, because L was loaded. All that mattered was Light…and if Light wanted a baby, Light was fucking going to get a baby.
Meanwhile, Light was thinking just as hard about how they were going to talk Misa into this. Would her stupidity ruin the gene pool? Would she go through with artificial insemination? Light didn't think he wanted to do it the other way, and there was no way in hell he was allowing L to sleep with anyone else. But if Misa would take it artificially, then L could go first, because Light wanted L to end up with someone he could call family no matter how this relationship turned out.
But as both puzzled this issue through with different methods, they each secretly wished for the same thing.
(I hope your child is a reflection of you.)
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20. Story
It was Light's fault, really, that L had forgotten to switch off the bugs in their room that night. The switch for the infrared cameras had been hit, yes, but not the switch for the audio detectors. Such a task is difficult to remember, you see, when one has been dry-humped all the way up the stairs.
And predictably, even though it was dark, Watari came to investigate as soon as he heard the suspicious noises that the bugs picked up in L's room. When the door opened abruptly, his soon to be scarred-for-life eyes met with the sight of the head detective, the main suspect, and a mass of tangled, naked limbs. At that particular moment, Light was moaning like a whore as L slammed into him. In fact, it is questionable as to whether or not Light would even have noticed the older man's presence if L had not stopped moving.
It was a testament to how truly shocked Watari was that, after a long minute of gaping in mute horror, he actually questioned his employer's judgment for the first time in Light's memory.
"L…what in god's name do you think you're doing?!"
L blinked, expression calm compared to the blazing one it had been the second before they had been interrupted. "Doing? I am trying my hardest to impregnate Light-kun, of course." Had Light not been so distracted by the throbbing amount of L inside him, he would have cracked up laughing.
After opening and closing his mouth a few times, Watari seemed to decide that the situation was beyond words. Bowing stiffly, he then proceeded to turn on his heel and vacate the area as swiftly as possible without breaking into a full run. After he slammed the door shut behind himself, it was only a few silent seconds before the thump of the bed against the wall resumed. Had Quillish Wammy been a lesser man, he would have fainted, or possibly hit himself in the head several times to erase his own memory.
As it was, however, he marched directly to the kitchen and poured himself a full glass of the strongest brandy he could find. He knew that everyone at the orphanage enjoyed his emails, which usually consisted of L's exploits in as detailed accounts as he felt it was safe to share.
Needless to say, he couldn't bring himself to write one that week.
(This was one story that Quillish Wammy was never, ever, going to tell Roger.)
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TBC.
A/N: Sorry these limes weren't that great... One more to go, it'll be up in a few days.