A/N: Whoot. Another chapter uploaded. Not much, really, to say to you all up here other than the LxLight lovin' begins in this chapter. It's slightly torturous, but not too bad.

Yet. ;)

Enjoyy.

Chapter Two: Time

L brought his hands to either side of his cup of hot tea and lifted the steaming beverage to his sugar-tainted lips, letting a gentle breath blow away any of the thin wisps of steam that flowed from the mug, watching them become nothing. He spoke to Light in a monotone murmur, into the warm liquid, before letting some of the sweetened tea trickle into his mouth, "Disable all of the bugs and cameras first. All of them. For this entire floor."

Light let wariness and perplexity play across his questioning features, but he did not dare retort against L's straight-forward command. Maintaining the image of an innocent detective was essential – more than that. It meant continuing under the clandestine identity as Kira, or becoming arrested and executed. With a small nod, he simply obeyed, swerving in his seat, shifting himself in the unpadded desk chair. He lifted his hands and rested his wrists at the edge of the keyboard, entering various, memorized commands into the system in an elegant speed. From his peripheral, L watched. Light surely felt his gaze on him, but continued on like he suspected nothing.

Disable the cameras and bugs for the entire floor?

But, why? Was any of this really necessary?

What exactly was L planning to do with him?

This new method…

The devices converted themselves to an offline status, whirring and clicking gently as all systems disabled, temporarily. Light calmed eased his nerves with a quick curl of his hands and smooth adjustment of his tie, betraying any and all uncomfortable emotion. He glanced to L.

"They are disabled, Ryuzaki-san."

"The entire floor," L clarified, both in question and statement.

"Yes. The entire floor."

"Good..." L's voice trailed. He fell silent as he adjusted himself in his chair, altering his usual seating position by further hunching and bringing his knees deeper against his chest. He brought a small, animal inspired cookie to his mouth and chewed on it slowly, looking to Light's eyes. Gazes locked. Reddish-brown met slate gray.

L, finally, spoke to him. "Come closer."

Light only watched. Reluctance had him bound and hesitating, and it showed in the character of his eyes, showing itself as an innocent glow. Yes, for once, Light – Kira – looked innocent, as though he had cracked or a breakthrough had been reached. But, this was only the beginning of this new method. L had just begun. He quickly dismissed his uncertainty. The small wheels of the desk chair uttered a quiet squeak as he slid closer.

What the hell is this?

Light watched. His gaze grew somber. He didn't speak.

L was not blind to Light's sudden change in character. He had noticed the awkward flicker of innocence in the younger detective's eyes, sensed and felt his uncertainty. Of course, he knew his new method, and it was one to be uneasy about. He would not reproach Light for acting so reluctant. He confessed – it was only human.

L kept his satisfaction clandestine and continued.

"Set your hands on my shoulders, Light-kun," he uttered quietly. "Not so tightly."

Another command. L seemed to speak these orders so effortlessly, as if they were no problem whatsoever. Light recalled the order before this one and tried to make sense of this. Come closer, and now put your hands on my shoulders? He could not foresee any method. He could not make sense of L's commands. Surely, this was something new. Something that even Light could not predict…

And such unease was unusual for Light. He found himself hesitant.

Then again, this new method of L's was nothing normal either...

Light rested his hands on the detective's shoulders and brought himself to the edge of his seat, creating little space between their bodies. Those slate-gray eyes would not glance away from his face, and seemed to peer right through him. Studying. Analyzing…

"Ryuzaki-san," Light spoke softly. "I admit, I don't see where you are heading. I can't devise a method from these commands…"

"Quiet, Light-kun...I'm only doing this, because I know you're Kira. I'm sure of it," L replied, confidence creeping in the tone of his voice. "I'm sure." His hands lifted away from the tops of his knees and, without any visible reluctance, hovered by Light's waistline, carefully pressing their palms against the small of his sides. He let desire take over and thumbed what he could of the Light's pelvis, caressing the hard bone, noting their arching structures. It was only instinct for Light to shudder and buck away at such intimate fondling. L only savored the feeling on his muscles contracting beneath his palms and fingers. The feeling of Light's fingers grasp his shoulders tighter. The sound of his breathing, tiny, hiccupped gasps. All, little hints of insecurity…fear…

L could only smile.

He moved himself closer to Light. Space between their bodies was virtually nonexistent. He made a promise in low monotone, letting his mouth smile wider, "...I will make you confess."

Light stared. The detective was so sure, so certain that his method was going to work. For a moment, he felt a sense of contempt rise to his eyes, along with his own kind of confidence. He would not be defeated by L. Kira would not be discovered, and all suspicions would have to be eliminated. It would happen. He would make sure.

A question ran through his mind.

How did L plan on making him confess?

L went on, assuming that the young man was not going to speak any time soon. He, again, caressed at his waistline, listening to Light make a small noise. "You're already making noises? Well…I didn't expect that for later..." he murmured in a playful edge, grasping Light a little tighter. Angling his face to the side, he brought his face close to Light's. This time, the younger detective didn't ease away the slightest, but, instead, grasped L's shoulders tauter. So close. Light absentmindedly bit his lower lip when L released a gentle breath along his chin.

An image of this method began to form in his mind.

He denied it. Would L really…

Yes.

At that moment, their mouths locked.

The kiss was coy, simply their lips gently eased together, and it remained for moments. Despite the situation, Light could only stare at the detective in disbelief, although pleasure, as they gazed into each other's eyes. L watched a faint, pinkish glow rise to the younger agent's cheeks and beads of sweat dampen his forehead. He figured Light was too shy to kiss him harder, so he did the honors. He tilted his head a little further, opened his mouth slightly wider. Light, in return, kissed deeper.

A part of him - the logical part of his mind – screamed reprimands at him.

Pull away! What are you doing?!

But, this other part...one that had already began to yearn for L's sugar flavored lips…

It told him to cooperate.

Kiss him back.

Kiss him.

So he did.

This yearning part of Light's brain overpowered any of his logic and sanity - dominated his senses and did away with them. He shivered at a sound vibrating its way from the base of his throat, a moan, flowing into L's mouth. He tried to suppress another beneath the sound of a small gasp for air, but nevertheless, the sound was perceivable. Light fluttered his eyelids and let them fall, angling his head, this time opening his mouth wider. He invited L's tongue inside his eager, awaiting cavern, and L did not hesitate to slip it forward, exploring the warm, moist environment. Their tongues pursued, massaging, their lips hungrily ensuing in passionate contact. Light grasped the detective's shoulders even tighter and leaned his chest against him.

"Uhnn…Nnn…"

"Mmm," L echoed.

An entourage of sweet flavors exploded into Light's mouth, and delectable flavors danced atop his tongue – There was chocolate and vanilla, strawberries and cream, tea, coffee...pure, absolute sugar. All of them were more than delicious and more intoxicating than heavenly, and far too great for words to describe. Utter desire drove Light to cradle the sides of L's face in the palms of his hands, to kiss the man even rougher and let their bodies touch.

No one spoke.

Wet sounds of their lovemaking hurried to fill the room's once-hushed atmosphere.

L encircled the younger detective and passed something between a sigh and a moan. It was as if he, too, had lost his sanity and only wanted to fulfill his yearning. To fulfill his desire to identify Light as Kira – and win.

Light embraced him in return.

"Mmm..." L was groaning. "Yes...Light-kun." He cringed softly. "Submit..."

Short on air, Light broke the kiss.

He inhaled sharply. "I-I'm not Kira," he claimed breathlessly.

L narrowed his eyes. So, this was how Light was to play along. Keeping himself in a state of denial. Denying that he was Kira…But, at one moment or another, he would have to confess. The method would corrupt his sanity even further, overwhelm him entirely, take hold of him and refuse to cease.

L would win.

"I will make you confess," he promised by Light's ear. "…All in due time."

Mmhmm.

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