After rendering ownership of the Death Note, Light became wary of what he had told L and he began to feel remorse. He looked back at his previous actions and questioned his strange behavior. He knew he was not Kira so there was no reason to tantalize the detective so lewdly as if trying to get him off track.

"Kira." He mumbled so softly that it was inaudible to L, but then he snapped in realization.

The reason he was chained and behind bars with constant surveillance from L was because of his own spontaneous idea. He disliked having to admit to himself that it was truly some intelligent plan he would be capable of, but he was innocent and it suddenly dawned on him that what he did was unnecessary.

"What was it you just mumbled?" L asked through the intercom.

Light's eyes widened and he nearly blushed—it was as if he had developed a touch of self-consciousness in front of L, but his unique pride was enough to keep him swaying with the image of a gallant stallion. He still could not believe that he had been so intricately blunt with L by describing a wet dream of all things. His comportment was a way to pass time creatively and he did recall the intention of poking at L's mind a little bit. The dream was real, the feelings were real, and Light was still burrowed in denial for god's sake!

"L. I have something to say about my previous behavior. I don't really understand how you took it, but I thought about it a little bit and realized that I have become rather open with you to say the least."

"Is there something that troubles you in that?"

"Not the least. I'm open with you because I trust your judgment, but on the matter I was going over, I want to ascertain that I did not intend to offend you. The circumstances had me thinking in a different way and you can say that I was bored. I was also curious to see how you would react if I said unexpected things like that."

"Was my reaction what you expected?"

"I don't know. I do not mind being here for such a prolonged period of time awaiting Kira to start killing again, but doing nothing and being in a dimly lit room is bound to affect a human mind. Of course, I can perfectly hand these conditions."

"Because you're perfect?"

Light shook his head. "Because even though there is a lack of your presence, I can hear your voice sometimes and you said it before. I know you are there. We are friends, are we not?"

"I have always seen Light-kun as my friend, but from the impression you were giving off, I thought you dreamed of something other than friendship. I was beginning to doubt your loyalty to Miss Amane."

"Her devotion to me is an unrequited feeling and she will be perfectly fine once she gets over her infatuation." Why does he bring her up? He must know that I of all people would not be capable of returning feelings to such an empty tart.

"That is a bit harsh. I'm actually quite fond of Miss Amane."

The sound of those words brought alert into Light's mind and he felt a bolt which nearly sent a shiver up his spine. He did not like hearing L talk about her so endearingly.

"I too, have become fond of her and she is a precious person." He said after fabricating the ridiculous response in his head and composing himself as an acclaimed actor would.

Now you want to duke it out over that fruitcake? Light could not help drawing conclusions and he was tempted to be blunt and ask L if he had a specific liking towards Misa. He's probably just getting back at me for my confession and knows a tender spot. How clever.

"And you do not possess any romantic feelings for her?" L asked.

"None."

"I see."

The conversation vanished into thin air leaving both brilliant minds in silence. Each one wondered what thoughts could be swimming in the other's mind, igniting utter curiosity.

Light, although retaining no memory as the all mighty Kira, questioned himself assiduously to understand the absurdity of possible feelings for the detective. Somehow the idea that he wanted L irked him more than simply fancying him. He simply wanted to know the thoughts that were lingering in the detective's mind but it would only be an unfruitful attempt since L was as apathetic and listless as an educational video.

Continuing his surveillance, L had already deduced the possible causes for Light's recently perplexing behavior. He already knew Light as the most distinguished youth among his peers. He had an intelligence that he could compete with on equal grounds, the first since he left Wammy's. Light also had the talent to lift a finger as if it was a magic wand and suddenly have everything flowing his way. He got what he wanted and was accustomed to challenges being smooth and easy to slice though like butter; it was a similarity he shared with L. He was not completely sure of what their current situation could be classified as, but perhaps Light saw it as some sort of competition.

L thought over it for a few brief seconds leading himself astray from the thought of Kira and he mumbled to himself. "Maybe I should test him."

The obscurity and soundlessness of the small hallway was calming as L strolled along heading towards Light's cell. He had not advised his prisoner in advance and his plan was definitely questionable. It would not assist him in the case in any way, but it would certainly stir Light. He carried a delectable chocolate cake on a simple white plate in his hands with an ornate fork making soft clinking noises on the side. He reached his destination and looked through the metal bars to see Light sleeping. He could have been pretending, but even so, it was a priceless sight; the most probable suspect in his case was fully venerable at the ticking moment. L took his thumb to his mouth and crouched down to a comfortable sitting position.

Light was breathing softly and sleeping dreamlessly. He shifted once after sensing the feeble noises coming from a disturbance in his surroundings. He did not expect to see the insomniac detective upon waking up and his immediate reaction looked like that of a deer in the headlights. He suspected that L had come up with some whimsical idea to test Light, but he looked so innocent and kind as he sat down childishly and held a cake in his hands. Light sat up and he did so scrupulously, for the slightest mishap could mark him as Kira.

"L." he said softly. "Why are you here? Did Kira start killing again?"

L continued to look at him blankly and shifted his eyes down towards the cake resting on his knees. He looked back at Light as he picked up the petite fork in his hand. "I thought I would eat this cake in front of you."

Light peered at the cake and he unconsciously held his stare when he noticed that it happened to be a prominent slice of chocolate cake. "Is there any point in that?"

"To test you."

"I thought so, but I do not see any point in it. I thought you would come to accompany me like a good friend." Light smiled slightly although he felt quite a bit uncomfortable inside.

"I thought someone of your caliber would not get lonely." L stabbed the cake with the fork, enveloping at least half of it with the thick layer of frosting.

If Light looked away it would mean forfeit, loosing, pride depletion and that was not an option, but he knew exactly where this was going. "I have seen you eat cake before. What makes it any different this time?"

"You seem reluctant to this." L said.

"Did my chances of Kira just go up because of that?" he asked sardonically. Light shot him bitter eyes hoping it would ward the antisocial man away, but it was impossible to break through L's impenetrable wall.

L shook his head. "I think seeing you in person and how you react to my presence will assist me depending if I am correct or not, but I am yet to find out. I had this idea and decided to try it out. However it ends does not matter since I have nothing to lose."

Light remained silent and he gave off an aura of boredom and disinterest, shifting himself back against the wall and moving into a comfortable position; it would probably take a while for L to eat the cake in order to keep the test flowing.

"Shall I commence?" L asked.

"No one is here to stop you." Light sighed.

L nearly grinned and perhaps it was from looking at the thick cake which had been a yearly offer by one of his favorite bakeries rather than from the thought of scratching at Light's weakness. He drew out the fork and began his display of gorging at the cake with a visible satiation. Light kept his gaze adhered with a look of indifference as the detective licked the frosting off the fork as an opening act. The sight of the older man's tongue going from the bottom of the fork to the very tip made him gulp but he remained composed. It was praiseworthy and the act continued with unexpected creativity.

He is just trying to mess with me. Light thought. He knows he can't make me jealous with a slice of instant diabetes so he's just trying to provoke me.

L licked the opposite side of the fork leaving it sparkling and he caved out a small piece of the cake. He held it in front of his lips for a moment, turning his eyes to face Light (who was already biting his lower lip) and then held the piece gently in between his teeth. He closed his mouth slowly and brought the fork back to the cake to repeat the process and add sexual tension in between each bite. The most difficult moments to endure were those in which a small dab of the frosting would be smeared slightly over L's lips and he used his tongue with such ease to take the frosting in. Those seconds sent pulses of torrid heat into Light and he found himself struggling against a burgeoning excitement underneath his pants. He had to hold back, and he had to say something.

"Your pace is slower than usual. Is there a reason for that?" Light shifted his eyes to the side by a few centimeters and continued with a dull voice. "It is as if you are actually thinking about the way you eat for once."

L swallowed a piece of the cake and licked the fork before speaking. "It seems like Light-kun is bothered by me being here."

"Not at all. I enjoy your company."

"The way I eat." L mused, looking back down at the cake and swiping a finger across the creamy frosting. He brought it to his mouth and Light nearly cracked when he began sucking on it. He did it again but with two fingers and before reaching three, he peered back at Light.

"Haven't thought about it before." L picked at the crumbs left on the soiled plate.

Finally. Light was still holding his convenient position to block the sight of his throbbing erection. The dim lighting and the slight breeze in the room made it seem like an interrogation, but it was merely a pointless test. Pointless. That is all it was and L got no step closer in any success since Light had just passed.

L set his plate down on the floor and readjusted his body to a comfortable position. He held his thumb in between his teeth and scanned Light for assurance. He was astute in judgment and felt doubt when he found no flaw on the boy.

"Are there any other acts you wish to perform to entertain me since you made the great effort to come here? You are staying out there after all." Light said in order to break the silence.

"I wanted to ask you some questions in person. I find and eye to eye conversation eminently suiting for the matter in mind. It has to do with your strange behavior recently. I still have not been able to come to a firm conclusion and that alone is rare for me so I sought to come face to face with you. Perhaps it was all just silly entertainment to pass time but that would be tasteless and something Kira could be capable of doing in certain ways."

Light gulped; he held his hands together tightly and relaxed his eyes allowing a flow of alleviation flow through his veins. He would remain composed, nothing less.

"I am not seeing through your eyes so I do not know if you noticed through the dim light and darkness in your cell, but I had chocolate cake right now."

"I was aware of it." Light muttered. How amusing of you.

"I was thinking of bringing some for you, but then decided against it. I assumed that you would enjoy a slice of this chocolate cake since you dream about this specific flavor. It really is extraordinarily delicious in my opinion. It is one of my favorite and one of the tastiest I have come across, but it is only available for a month each year. I considered bringing you some since you had mentioned chocolate cake before." He paused and the tension kept building up. "But then I thought about the possibility that if I went in there and slipped, the cake would fall out of my hands and onto your lap just like you described to me before. I would then have to clean it up in that lewd way you concurred in your dream since it really is a shame for this cake to go to waste. I can not bring myself to do such a horrid thing; that is, letting something so delicious go to waste."

"I see where you are coming from." Light said soothingly. "But now that you told me your fascinating story, L, didn't you have some questions to ask me? You did make a stunning appearance after all."

"The questions pertain to my explanation. Kira doesn't have patience either." L's words sounded harsher than intended and Light's eyes widened.

"Patience? If it is a matter of patience then my chances of being Kira are shot down drastically. I have been here for weeks with my own sturdy and unscathed patience."

"It is surprising how you bear with it. Any other human would have cracked by now, but let me go ahead and ask you this. What exactly do you see me as?"

"The same way you see me. A friend."

It was the classic excuse heard over the world a million times. It was not out in the open with Christmas lights for letters, but Light did not want L as a friend. He wanted the detective in a lascivious manner, he wanted to taste his lips after he had just finished the delicious cake and he wanted to dominate the man to reach a maximum high. He looked at a man in a way he never expected, but damn it, he would no longer deny it. An amour between the two was highly improbable and as L would say, an eleven percent chance perhaps—but what he did just now, the bravura he displayed in eating that cake, the implications! Of course this man lacks any social polish so he looks at such things from a professional yet inexperienced standpoint yet that stunt says otherwise.

"Didn't we go over this before?" Light asked.

"We did, but the result was lacking substance and I wanted to confront you about this. To be honest, I did some research and the results were questionable. Light-kun seems to see me in a sexual nature."

Those words coming from the willowy insomniac were nearly laughable, but it was discomfort which took its toll first. Light tensed up but was able to mitigate the degree of L's words with a smooth response.

"I have my needs L. I do not believe you want me to see you in a lewd way and I can barely comprehend why my dream displayed such absurdities since I hold such strong respect for you. You, the best detective in the world, no, the three best detectives in the world all in one and then me? A college student who perhaps walks in a different direction and actually values the pleasure of sleeping? I don't know where to find the matching piece between us, but I do enjoy your presence as my friend. Do not draw conclusions about me as if I was so desperate."

L was perplexed. Something in Light's words sunk inside of him and he drew out an idea out of the blue. He stood up immediately and stood in front of the lock digging through his pockets. Light watched as the detective took out a key sustained to a silver ring holding a plethora of auriferous keys. The one key with the tone of silver was the perfect match to the lock holding Light captive and it was certainly unexpected when L fit that very key into the lock. Light was staring at him with a shaken expression and he released the tightening grip of his hands and let his mouth open slightly-what is L thinking?

L was fully amused by Light's priceless reaction, but it only got juicier. L was not one to do such a thing and he had assiduously researched tutorials and instructions to be able to do what he was about to do. The door slid with a creek and Light was in full view, sitting handsomely on the bed without any obstacles in the way. L took a step forward and paused briefly after hearing soft sounds escaping Light's lips; Light's awaiting lips. They were ripe for the plucking and even though L was not expert in the act of osculation, he certainly was straightforward and quick.

It seemed to last hours for L to reach Light and he could not bring himself to apprehend the detective's strange behavior. He would have questioned him, but he was too curious, and it certainly came as an unexpected surprise to him. L's knees brushed up against the rugged bed and he released his hands from his pockets. He bent down slightly and laid a hand on each side of Light's shoulders with his face only a few inches away.

"What are you trying to pull now?" Light lifted a brow keeping his breathing steady as he felt L's own breath mingling with his neck. The sensation was enough to send pleasure through his nerves and an excess of heat to his abandoned erection.

L leaned forward slowly and paused to tease Light further and perhaps get an instant reaction from him, but Light was frozen stiff and no one would be able to see that he was boiling inside with salacious desire. Of course, Light did not expect the detective to keep going and reach the target.

Light locked his eyes on L's and after a few heart pounding seconds, he felt the detective's softened lips on his own. Light's eyes widened like saucers, his body slightly lost balance, but he immediately melted into the kiss upon feeling the ethereal movement of L's lips. Light rushed into it and eagerly begged for entrance into the warmth of L's mouth. L himself had gone further into the 'plan' than he had expected and Light's reaction seemed to grasp him in a way he had not felt before. He parted his lips when he felt Light's tongue brush demandingly against them and an indescribable sensation flashed through him when he felt their tongues slide together. The kiss broke off when L lost balance and fell forward over the younger man. Light's back hit the wall with a muffled thud and he slid down slightly feeling the weight of L over him and the scruffy strands of obscure hair tickling his neck.

Light grunted, feeling the awkward position discomforting his arms, which to much dismay, were bound behind him in an inconvenient manner. "L. Can you move a little?"

L buried his face into Lights chest and gathered his weight onto his arms, bringing himself up and getting his body off of Light. He scooted over to the side and constructed his regular position on the edge of the bed. He brought his thumb to his mouth, sliding it across his lower lip and reminiscing over what he had just done.

"L."

L snapped out of his train of thought and turned his eyes to notice the look on Light's face. "It looks as if you are in consternation Light." He laughed monotonously and continued. "I was a bit concerned about your strange behavior and having very little first hand apprehension in social behavior of humans, I was questioning myself as to why you made me feel so—different."

"Different?"

"I'm not so sure but I also wanted to conduct this as an experiment on you."

"I have no interest in your ideas of using me as a guinea pig but I'm sure you are fully aware of what really caught my attention." Light snapped. If he wasn't under such restriction from cuffs and the inconvenience of a well supported Kira accusation, he would have pinned down L right then and there. Unfortunately, in order to have full dominance, one would require full control and he was lacking in.

"I surprised you there. I knew you did not expect me to make that move so I was sure I could get some clues out of your behavior that would assist me in the current investigation."

"So you only did that to analyze my behavior and to shake me up to see if I was Kira? What about feeling different?" Light felt somewhat offended.

"I'm not here for my own enjoyment." L said nonchalantly.

Light leaned in closer to L so he could speak huskily into his ear. "I'm assuming that not everything went according to your plans. You actually ended up enjoying it."

"I might have discovered something else and that might be the explanation for why I feel this different thing when it comes to you." L stood up and made his way out of the cell. "I should go back though. Watari was suspicious about my behavior and he suggested something to me once that is still puzzling me."

"What is it?" Light didn't favor L's departure, but it seemed his fascinating moment had to end.

L shut the door once more and locked it with the key. He adverted his eyes and began walking away as he responded to the previous question. "That I might succumb to having the kinds of dreams you have or even fanciful feelings." He paused and looked back at Light. "For you."