A/N; Well, I suspect this chapter is going to do much to answer many of the questions some of you still have.

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Chapter 2

This case is perhaps one of the most intricate, if not well known, of L's cases. It involves the inheritance of a far from meaningless fortune and, in the course of finding the correct heir, put more in danger than one girl's life. Not even L could have known of the family secrets that would have led to an attempt to wipe out the entire family, or the man who had threatened them all; Lind. L. Taylor. Perhaps one of the last men anyone would think capable of murder. This is a story about, love, betrayal and more importantly the bloodiest money imaginable.

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L sighed as he read over the pages before him. He could not quite believe he had ever agreed to begin this, even if Light had always been quite persuasive. He just hadn't thought anyone would have been interested in such details. He still didn't know whether to be pleased or upset that Light wanted to write about his cases. He was happy because Light, and Jason, had seemed genuinely interested. It had shifted such a weight from his shoulders to be able to talk about such things as well, and to such an understanding audience who could ask for more? He'd just never suspected Light would take things so far.

His partner had first used them as fairytales of all things to tuck Eleanor into bed at night after he had become bored with telling her the usual set of stories. Eleanor heard stories depicting a great hero L didn't see in himself, and doing things that sounded far more interesting and exciting than he remembered. Then Light had begun writing them down which had, at last, led to this. Light wanted to publish them, and indeed had already been given approval by a large publishing group for a series of 10 books. All Light needed now was L's approval, and here was where L's paranoia had stuck him in a rut, so to speak, for once he didn't know what to do. He wanted to give Light what he wanted, he always did, but he didn't want to go against the side of him that had always kept him in the shadows. He wondered which side of them was the more rational.

"You're thinking too hard."

Light's voice started L out of his reverie and he looked up to see Light leaning against the door that led out into the small courtyard where he was sat reading. There was the sound of birds from the nearby trees and the faint tinkling harmony from the fountain out beyond the archway that led into garden. The breeze was warm and L couldn't help smiling at how it ruffled Light's perfect hair out of place.

"There's nothing wrong with my state of thinking," L said nonchalantly and actually let himself relax back on the seat, stretching slightly as he did so, the pages balanced on his flat stomach," I don't even have my knees up to my chest."

"I won't accept the publishers offer if you don't want this," Light commented, and the sudden change in topic actually startled L slightly, it had certainly not been the reply he had been expecting after his stretch, "I only sent them a preview in the hopes that if you knew people were interested you would understand more, and believe people would actually want to read them."

L gave another sigh as he heard the sadness in Light's voice; he knew that learning about his past had been very important to Light. It just hadn't been till now that he had realised just how much. L came to a sudden decision, this was Light after all.

"No. It's alright," L said softly, staring up into the nearly cloudless sky, "You can publish them."

Almost instantly Light was perched on the edge of the recliner, kissing L so vehemently he couldn't help but gasp, the papers falling from his chest to the floor. It was still so unusual for Light to act this way, to act so forcefully towards L. All too soon for L the kiss ended and Light pulled away.

"Thank you," Light whispered, "thank you."

L felt his heart clench as Light smiled down at him. These smiles, so like the ones he had used to charm everyone to his whim, had only resurfaced recently in Light. They made L feel as if he was falling again, either off the chair or in love again L did not know. It was so much like looking at the old, undamaged Light even if the scar on his cheek said otherwise. Without thinking L raised a hand to touch the scar, thumb running along the thin ruckled line before his fingers ran through Light's hair, the auburn strands slipped through his fingers as if they were silk. It showed how far the man before him had come that he simply leant into the touch and his smile widened.

"You do realise that Jason will be out with Eleanor for at least another hour," L whispered, slightly surprised by his own daring.

"I am aware of the time," Light murmured, and his eyes suddenly sparkled with wicked mischief, "and the time that our daughter is expected to return home."

L held back an annoyed sigh at Light's words; he knew full well that his annoying writer of a partner knew what he wanted. With a sudden jerk he reached up and pulled Light into a frantic and desperate kiss that he hoped would tell him all that he needed to know, and stop him from pretending he didn't know what L wanted. When Light shifted to straddle his waist he knew his partner wasn't going to tease him further and he couldn't help but arch up into Light's body, needing to feel more of his lover close to him.

"I'm surprised at you," Light murmured as he broke the kiss, shifting to press another to L's neck before biting down gently with his teeth. L gasped at the unexpected motion and leant into the touch. He wondered what could have made Light more forceful today, but whatever it was he hoped it would stay. Too often Light had been far too worried about hurting L, or doing something L didn't approve of; L hadn't liked it at all. He had enjoyed that side of Light and revelled in it, because it had always been down to him when it stopped, theoretically. Having Light choose when it stopped before it even started, before L even got a chance to say otherwise... it drove L crazy sometimes. He never brought it up though, he hadn't wanted to force Light to try harder and perhaps bring back some old memory that would hurt him deeply.

So when Light bit down harder and began to mark his neck, L couldn't hold back a groan of pleasure a hand rising to hold Light closer. He knew something must definitely have changed when his hand was captured, along with the one that was clinging uselessly to the recliner, and pinned them to the top of the chair. The sudden cry L couldn't hold back at this proved how long it had been since Light had treated him this way, and his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the sinister and promising laugh that resounded in his ear.

"I had a little talk with Jason the other day," Light whispered suddenly, "he told me something you've been keeping from me L."

L stiffened at Light's words and his breath caught in his throat. A burst of pure panic sped up his spine and was stopped by the growing arousal that filled him, leaving it to twist and turn inside him. The panic blossomed into sheer anticipation as Light laughed again, and L hazily wondered whether Light had been holding back for himself or whether it had been because he had been holding back for L, in case L no longer wanted that side of their relationship.

"Now, what do you think he had to tell me L?" Light whispered, and his warm breath coasted over the shell of the black haired man's ear. L stared up at the sky above him, wondering just how he was meant to reply, he couldn't even string a sentence together in his head he was that on edge. He couldn't believe the one person in the world who was able to stop his thoughts was asking him to answer questions. He couldn't do it; he knew he couldn't, not when it had taken so much to confess it to Jason. To say those words to Light, to tell him that he wanted...

L whimpered; a tight throat constricting whimper.

"I do wonder why you couldn't tell me L," Light sighed, shifting so he could stare down into L's eyes.

"Tell you?" L whispered, startled into sudden brutal honesty at the worried look in Light's eyes, "I've never been able to say those things to you. I panic."

"Panic?" Light asked, and he shifted to lay gentle kisses on L's neck once more.

"I know that you'll probably pick that moment to put whatever I say into practice," L replied, and his words finished with a sigh of pleasure as Light licked along the rim of his ear. He wondered how Light truly meant for them to have a serious discussion through all this, it wasn't playing fair; but then, he knew he hadn't asked for, or wanted, fair.

"That isn't true," Light chuckled, his face suddenly above L's once more, "I would almost certainly make you wait."

L stared up at Light with wide eyes, his heart pounding at the implications of his partner's words. He gulped as Light smiled down at him, a wicked and seductive expression L thought.

"Just as I am doing now," Light added, and he ground his hips down suddenly into L making the black haired man cry out in sudden pleasure, "You don't seem to be minding the wait at all."

L wanted to glare up at his tormentor, but he couldn't. To have this side of Light return so suddenly into his life had confounded his mind, and even finding simple words to form a sentence had taxed his mind. All he wanted was Light, whatever Light decided to do next; as long as it didn't involve talking.

"Light," L moaned, trying to at least convey some of what he needed, but failing as he looked up into Light's amber eyes and met that gaze that seemed all to like an Angel's. He couldn't believe Light still had the self control to pull that off even as his hips continued to move against L's.

"If we had more time," Light sighed as his body stilled, hands releasing L's from where he held them, "I would punish you properly for not telling me. I thought we had better communication than that. However as you said, we only have an hour, now less. So, any true punishment is-" Here Light paused to laugh in what could only be considered an evil way, "-going to have to wait."

L went limp beneath Light as his words shocked him out of his daze, even while his toes curled and arousal flooded into his cock at all the possibilities that suddenly littered his future. Light seemed to sense his sudden inertia and used it to rid L of his jeans without even the slightest murmur from L. Only the widening of L's eyes and the shortening of his breath as his hands clenched where they still lay above his head showed that L was definitely still very much in the real world.

Light debated telling L just how much of a delicious sight he was sprawled out on the recliner with his arms draped above his head, legs bare and erection standing proud between them almost framed in the black hair at his base. He managed to catch himself just before he licked his lips, and he turned his attentions to his trousers. They were suddenly quite the offensive piece of clothing, and Light wanted them gone.

Light was grateful he had long practice with such things else he would have fumbled and lost some of his arousal as his right hand still tried to aid the left in removing his trousers. Despite the loss of two fingers, and the many years of practice, he still tried to use it as he had once been able. Now though he simply smiled as he remembered the countless times L had kissed his hand and gently licked at the scarred area. He couldn't feel any regret about something with such an image in his mind, he never could.

His smile widened as he turned back to the sight that was still before his eyes, and he draped himself back over his lover as he took in the image of the absolute need that had filled L's eyes. Light finally showed him how much he was affected as their bodies touched, both giving small cries of pleasure at being skin to skin once more, even if the shirts were still in the way.

"Keep your hands where they are," Light commanded, even though he knew it was unlikely L could have moved them from where they were anyway and his tone was a gentle one. He smiled down at L as he spoke before leaning down and kissing him gently on the lips, the tender touch conveying all the emotions he felt for the man beneath him, feelings he knew were felt for him too. Suddenly eager to taste more of his lover he progressed down L's body leaving a trail of soft kisses from his lips down to his chest, tongue slipping out occasionally to truly taste the skin beneath him and the strange flavour that was all L.

"Light," L gasped, and with that one softly spoken sound of his name Light knew any anxiety L had gained about his future had left him completely at his change in pace. He was glad; he wanted all of his partner's attention fixed on him, right now, right here. He glanced up to see L's gaze fixed resolutely on the sky above him, cheeks flushed and lips parted while his hands twitching slightly above his head. Then he raised a hand and pressed it against those parted lips, a second later they were held in the warmth of L's mouth. Light simply lay across his lover, right hand rubbing and caressing L's chest as best he could, rubbing his little finger in small circles around L's nipples through the shirt as he felt his lover's tongue caress and moisten the fingers he held in his mouth. He attempted to pull his fingers from L's mouth but was only met by a small moan from L and the feel of said man's teeth keeping his fingers in his mouth.

"L," Light chuckled, still attempting to retrieve his fingers, his voice shaking slightly from the delicious feel of L's talented tongue on his sensitive fingers, "I can't do anything unless you give me my fingers back... well I could, but I doubt that would suit any of us at the moment."

L's eyes snapped to meet his as Light was finally allowed his soaking digits back, and Light bit back another chuckle as the big black eyes staring at him looked somewhat sheepish. It seemed even L hadn't known what he was doing. Light managed to hold back any sarcastic comments he could have said, and instead chose to slip down the recliner to put his sodden fingers to the better use he had been promising L. The man in question spread his legs as Light shifted lower and as he lifted them back he was grateful Light guided them to his shoulders. He didn't know if he could keep them in place if he didn't have somewhere solid to place them. Light ran a finger teasingly around L's entrance, feeling the muscle twitch at his touch.

Slowly he eased his finger inwards, delighting in the feel of L's heat even if it was just around his finger. He knew there was more joy to come, but when it came to L he always like to take his time. Then L decided to become rational at the worst possible moment.

"Light," L gasped, "The time!"

Light sighed, and shifted to press kisses against L's inner thigh before adding another finger to join the first. He wondered at L's ability for select rationality, there had to be some way to turn that off, or at least turn it against him in the future.

L groaned as Light worked at him with his fingers, scissoring apart to stretch him and pressing occasionally against his prostate to send delicious bursts of pleasure into his erection and up to his brain. He stared up at the sky as Light laid fresh kisses on his leg another finger working into him, barely hearing his own cries of pleasure as he neared the edge before Light had even entered him or touched his cock. To be close to Light was worth more at times than any more physical activity, to have both combined was greater than he could say.

His hands clung desperately to the top of the recliner as Light's fingers finally left him, and his gaze dropped to find Light staring straight at him. His eyes widened as Light pushed into him, but he didn't break the eye contact. Light's gaze was the one thing keeping him fixed, keeping him grounded and he couldn't lose it, not yet.

Unbidden his hands rose to twine into Light's hair and pull him down towards him, he could feel his body stretched to an impossible angle as his feet stayed placed on Light's shoulders, but he needed to kiss Light. In this one moment he needed everything from Light and he couldn't be denied. He moaned into the sloppy kiss, and was grateful Light moaned as well, grateful to know his lover seemed as affected by events as he was.

He had to break the kiss though as the first true thrust of Light into him hit him, he needed to cry out and breathe at the same time; neither was possible with Light's mouth on his no matter how much he desired it to be true. As if he had taken L's warning to heart Light set up a punishing rhythm into him, thrusting against L's prostate with an almost terrible accuracy, making L's vision swim and his attempts to match Light's movements near useless.

L knew he was close and the sudden loss of rhythm of his partner's thrusts into him told him Light had to be too and as a firm hand wrapped around his cock and finally relieved some of the ache that had built there, L knew it too be true. The sounds of both their cries suddenly registered on L's mind and he smiled as he continued to moan in pleasure, finally hearing the moans coming from Light as he thrust into him

"Come for me L," Light cried suddenly, the words cutting through his moans, "Please, come for me."

L came, his strangled cry of Light's name ripped from him as his mind was submerged at last under the sea of pleasure that consumed him, he barely registered the feel of Light reaching the edge himself, hot traces burning up inside him as his own release coated their shirts and soaked through to the skin beneath.

They lay sated, holding each other close as they languished in the pleasure that still filled their minds. L's gaze fell from Light's face to the floor of the courtyard, his legs finally falling from Light's shoulders to the edge of the recliner. He smiled, a small giggle managing to escape him as he saw the papers scattered on the floor.

"We seem to have ruined your writing," L commented, and Light chuckled against his chest

"I have another copy," Light murmured and then he stiffened. When he spoke again he sounded almost like his normal self again, "We don't have time to lay here."

L's eyes grew wide and he turned to look at Light again, as his own body went stiff. A second later they both powered into action, rising from the recliner, grabbing their clothing to them and checking the area for anything revealing before running to the relative safety of their rooms. Behind them the papers, now much crinkled and slightly damp, fluttered in the breeze.

A few moments later, unheard by the two now occupying the shower, the phone rang.