"Alright, I'll tell you." A smirk played on Light's own lips as he concluded to reveal a little of himself that he kept hidden from L. Maybe with a little show and tell, L might open up a little more himself. Light couldn't help but feel a sense of triumph when L paused after he looked to have finally found something that caught his interest in the massive fridge, and was removing it to enjoy. "It's the strangest thing actually," Light started to explain, not even trying to hide his amusement in watching L's reaction. "I've been having these thoughts lately; they're a bit disturbing considering the fact that I've never had thoughts like these before. On top of that, I never considered myself attracted to men; I actually still don't, but with that being said, I find myself growing fond of you." Light expressed this in his usual cool manner, but his cheeks flushed with color as he truly admitted this secret to L.
The piece of yellow cake iced with what seemed to be a lemon flavored frosting made a soft plopping sound as it hit the floor. L still held onto the corner of the plate the sweet had been sitting on, but just barely.
"I beg your pardon?" the raven haired man was at a loss for words as this confession from Chief Yagami's son came out of nowhere. Light could see the inundation of thoughts racing around behind L's eyes. An admission like this left Light feeling very vulnerable, which was positively unusual for him. It was impossible to tell what L was thinking, but Light just smiled shyly and shrugged.
"I guess I just want to get to know you better, I mean I don't dislike you at all, which says something considering the fact that we've been chained together for almost a month now." Light lifted his cuffed wrist to reiterate his statement.
"So, then, what is it that you want from me?" L asked indifferently, although Light could see the curiosity effervescing beneath the surface. Light grabbed a paper towel from the smooth marble countertop behind him, and then crouched down to clean up the cake mess on the floor. The young man insouciantly peered up at the awkward L before him, to find a surprising look of shock settling in on his features. This was starting to become fun, as weird as he felt flirting with another man. Light didn't think he would have the same effect on the same gender; he was honestly not sure what he was doing at all. It was true that spending all this time with L he had undeniably grown fond of him, but he never dreamed he would find himself attracted to him in this manner.
"Just cake for right now, I suppose." Light ran his tongue over his top lip almost seductively after he stated this. L's eyes narrowed suddenly, the wide sockets became large slits as his brow furrowed. The crack in the mask was becoming larger as Light just threw his aside altogether. Light stood up with the paper towel full of cake and nodded towards the still open fridge. "You still want some, right?"
"Yes…I suppose I do," L seemed too baffled to say anything else at the moment and turned his attention back to the interior of the cold appliance. When he turned back around, he had a cake in each hand, which he held still by the corners of the plate, as if he were holding delicate treasure. L held out one for Light, which the brown haired man accepted with a smile. They both found forks in one of the many drawers in the kitchen and sat down next to one another on breakfast bar stools that encircled the massive kitchen island. For a while they both ate in silence, and Light could feel those deep black eyes scrutinizing him once again.
"Mm," Light pretended not to notice L's intent gaze and decided to focus on the sweet in front of him, which was rather delicious, though perhaps a little too sweet for his taste. Looking at the licked clean fork he just removed from his mouth, Light placed an elbow on the countertop and rested his chin in the palm of his hand. "Ryuzaki, it's getting pretty late, do you want to call it a night?" The brown haired man glanced over without turning his head to find L now gazing at the piece of sweet on his fork before opening his mouth to swallow the cut. He felt the weird, yet all too familiar feeling of lust as his focus was drawn to L's orifice. Light quickly averted his eyes and felt his heart begin to race and beat loudly in his ears. Geez! What the heck is going on?! Keep cool; you're acting like a stupid horny teenager, and not even over a girl!
"I thought we were just taking a break, but if you're tired, I guess we can turn in." L stated after swallowing the last morsel of his treat. Light's cheeks were slightly flushed again as he rose from his barstool taking the dessert dish with him and reaching over to take L's. Their hands brushed against each other's sending an electric spark through Light's nerves. His flushed cheeks were becoming more and more difficult to hide as his usual cool, calm, collected self suddenly turned into this aroused, shy, self-conscious being.
"S-sorry," Light stammered as he jerked his hand away, and took both dessert dishes with him, afraid to see what L's reaction would be to that. He began to stomp away when there was a tug on his wrist. That's right…how could I forget that I'm chained to him? At least he had gone as far as he needed to go to place the small dessert plates in the shiny, clean sink. He ran the hot water for a minute or two when that bored voice sounded.
"You can just leave them there; they'll be taken care of. Why don't we go somewhere to talk?" Light swallowed a lump in his throat as L walked past him, leading the way out of the kitchen. This was unusual behavior on L's part. Light's own curiosity was now piqued though, L only ever talked about the case, and to talk about the case, they never needed to go anywhere. Taskforce Headquarters was an incredible fortress in which all the members could relax somewhat with a little sense of security here. Another tug on Light's wrist prompted him to follow and catch up to slacken the lead a bit. The two men stood in front of the chrome doors to the elevators again and waited as the one on the left descended from the 9th floor. Once inside the chrome box, L hunched even lower again and this time pressed a button for a floor that the Yagami son had not been to yet. Why are we going to the basement? The young man wondered as they started their descent.
When the doors opened after what seemed like an eternity in awkward silence for Light, he was greeted by a dark, sleek looking room. He had to wait for his eyes to adjust to the low lighting, and upon observation he noticed a single metal chair in the center of an almost empty room. An interrogation room? It was the only thing Light could think of as he scanned the room. L tugged at the chain linking them together and snapped Light out of his reverie. The room of course was massive, just like the rest of the building, so Light couldn't truly see the back wall as there were no lights that far down, not even dimly lit ones.
"What are we doing here?" Light kept his voice even, but was actually a bit nervous for what L had in store for him down here.
"We will talk here. This floor is the only one in the building without any kind of surveillance. We can talk here without being overheard, and no one is watching us here either. You will sit there," L gestured to the single metal chair sitting under one of the only low watt lights in the room. Light watched as the black haired man dug into one of his pockets and fiddled with his wrist that was bound. He could hear the sounds of metal clinking against itself and the clicking of a cuff being released. Before he knew what was going on L was standing before him and grasping his free wrist with the cuff that he had just removed from himself.
"Hey! What's the idea here? You know I have almost free range with my arms now, the chain is too long to subdue anyone." Light thought this was just silly. He could spread his arms out to their full span with the chain as long as it was on these cuffs. L was still standing very close to Light with his head down, staring at the cuff he just placed on the brown haired man, his cool pale hands still grasping the other male's wrist. Light heard a click and all of a sudden the chain started to retract at an alarming rate. In seconds his hands were side by side in front of him and try as he might to part them, whatever L had done, the cuffs were locked together.
"Hm, is that better?" L looked up with that ghostly wide eyed look, but there seemed to be a snicker in there somewhere, the cracks in his mask were becoming more visible with every passing minute. "Please sit there," again he pointed to the straight backed metal chair, and Light obliged with an eye roll.
"You said we were going to talk, Ryuzaki." Light stated as he sat gingerly on the edge of the seat. He leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees and fisted his hands as he brought them up to his chin.
"We are, but I don't trust you. I can't seem to figure out what you're trying to pull right now. It's bothersome." L had shoved his hands back into his jean pockets again and lifted his eyes to meet those of Light's. Eerie shadows were cast on L's figure in the gloomy lighting; his eyes appeared much darker than usual. Light let out a sigh and racked his brain to get this distrusting ally of his to understand that this was new for him too, and that he wasn't entirely sure what he was doing or saying. The best thing to do in this situation was to just do what L wanted. L definitely liked to have control, and although Light did too, he didn't mind relinquishing it if it meant L would finally trust him.
"Alright, so now what?" Light asked as he leaned back against the chair in a slouched position, his shoulders rounded forward and he let his cuffed together hands fall in his lap. Things had been going great, or at least they had seemed to be, Light felt like he was almost back at square one.
"Emotions cloud reason and logic. As you know, I also like you. I don't trust you, because you remind me of myself, but there's something about you I can't help but acknowledge as encouraging." L once again peered through narrow eyes at the young man, and Light couldn't help but drop his jaw a little when this confession surfaced. "Being your friend was one thing, but you have seemed to up the ante a little, haven't you? So again, what is it that you want from me?" Light felt a little cornered. He had gotten used to the wide eyed stare from his keeper, but this overwhelming scrutiny on top of the personally probing question, whether it had at first been welcomed or not, was a bit much for Light to take right now. Sure they were alone, and it had seemed like an ideal situation at first, what with no audio or video surveillance, but had he gotten in over his head?