Ahh! This has somehow, by some unknown force, turned into a three-shot.
Oh dear. D; I was enjoying writing it so much, I realised I'd lost track of length and couldn't fit it ALL in...
Hopefully, you'll stick around for the last (and undoubtedly, the best) part!
Read on!
dun own death note.
The lecture finished, and the theatre filed out: students bumping into each other while juggling the essential digital accessories and naughty magazines needed to survive the tedious teacher talk.
Light, still recovering from the unexpected peak in the afternoon, walked down the steps rubbing his brow. So many idiots! Light had lost count on how many times a particular gaggle of college girls had giggled at the innuendo hiding between the teacher's conservative narrative. It was downright painful, not to mention Takada's continuous bitching...
As Light passed the lights, the rush-hour traffic of Kanto in full force, he decided he'd had enough of oestrogen for the day. He certainly enjoyed the occasional voluptuous woman for company, but six hours of catty-talk was pushing his female-chatter tolerance.
Light was unaware how fast that wish would bear its shining fruit.
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L had spent much of his day making certain... preparations. He'd finished discussing what was needed to be discussed (let's keep it vague, shall we?) and was quite content with how things were going...
According to plan, of course.
He'd timed everything to the millisecond: when Light would finish his lecture, how long he'd take to get from the college to his HQ, (which was currently disguised as a lavish hotel in dead centre Tokyo) and how long he'd take to get around all the necessary alarm systems and security checks needed for the average insomniac-plagued-with-untreatable-paranoia.
L actually found himself pacing with impatience. Only two more minutes, no, one minute and fifty-nine seconds, fifty-eight seconds, fifty-seven...
He scratched his ankle with a denim-hung leg, eyes of opaque staring at the white-framed door and waited for the remaining forty-nine seconds.
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An auburn-haired boy of about eighteen leaned against the silver rail coiled around the elevator. The little red digits rose and rose, about twice as fast as a regular box on a string. L liked things done fast. The boy's eyes bashfully slid to the opposite railing. A smirk.
Well, except... bedtime activities. "Fast, but not too fast, otherwise I may miss out on observing Light-kun' s aroused, naked form." L lectured, impishly grinning at the thought.
Pervert indeed.
The two doors slid into the gaps, curtain-call for the burlesque dancer. He turned left, the largest and most desired rooms' doors lined up in the crimson-carpeted hallway. He stopped outside the second-to-last one, cracking his neck and adjusting his heavy bag over a lean shoulder and knocked.
"Come in," a voice called.
Light Yagami entered, mumbling "I'm home," and settling his shoes in a rack to his side.
Silence.
"L?" Light called, surveying the room from under his bangs. The light was fast going, the balcony door open and curtains rustling about as a fierce sunset bid its last goodbyes. The couch was unoccupied, as was the kitchen, though L's laptop was settled on the kitchen-bench, a bowl of candy-coated chocolates left untouched.
How unusual.
"L?" Light called again, inklings of worry and irritation beginning to worm their way into his neck. Where was he? Light dropped his bag onto the couch with all the tired grace he could muster, glancing around confusedly for the eccentric oddball he'd come to admire.
His white socks hushed their way from floor-board to carpet as Light checked the rooms, hand reaching for his pocket to call Watari and ask where the hell was th—
"Hello, Light-kun." A spiked head of endless black greeted him, finally, and Light swung around, "Why didn't you answer me? I thought you were kidnapped or someth—"
Honestly. Being interrupted all the time by goddamn nuisances was really, really, really starting to...
Oh, fuck.
L grinned a smidgen, mischievous and looking quite pleased with himself. Light's eyes were glued to his body, or rather, his outfit; a school-girl uniform. And not the sensible kind, either (though any type of female's clothing would never really look sensible on L, for god's sake) but undeniably the kind a promiscuous woman with a lot of party pills might acquire.
The black pleated skirt stopped mid-thigh, socks decorated with pink bunnies racing around his calf muscles. A white, loose button-up shirt with long sleeves had a matching black and pink-bunnied bow, skin of porcelain with an undeniably smooth quality showed in the slips between sock and thigh, neck and chest...
"In case you may be wondering, Light-kun, I didn't attempt pig-tails because I was unsure of the technique, and was slightly stretched for time in today's schedule."
"Hmmn."
"Will that be a problem, Light-kun?"
Are you kidding me?
"Uh, L, that wasn't what I was wondering... And I don't think it will be a problem, either."
Light's legs seemed to move of their own accord; his polo-shirt-and-jumper-covered torso had already moved to block L's chances of escape. They met eye to eye, L with a faint smile raising his lips, eyes ringing with success.
"Happy Birthday, Light."
Light could only gain a more lustrous glow to his eyes in return, the tips of his long fingers ascending to tilt L's cheek, their chests touching. An unknown electricity seemed to bring their lips together, L's skirt riding up against Light's moving thighs, and they were suddenly against the wall, their mouths melding into each others with desperate haste.
L's eyes closed entirely, dark eyelashes lost in his pitch-spikes, Light fisting his fingers into L's hair, running them up and down, his fingers lowering to twirl around L's neck. The brunette leant in more and more to tongue open L's lips, playfully licking around the swell of flesh. L, smirking at his unfamiliar submissive position, quietly accepted and hung his arm around Light, hugging him closer into their warmth.
When Light's hands brushed over L's bare thighs, L let out a tiny moan, and Light had never felt so turned on, L was just so damn sexy and—
"L-san, the dinner is ready."
Watari's deep tenor awoke the two from their lust-enduced haze, Light freezing in place, his fingers still latched onto L's pink-lace panties.
"Ah, just leave it out, Watari-san. I'll handle it."
Watari bristled his moustache, a little red and embarrassed, but obeyed with the perfect butler-bow and left promptly.
Light, feeling a fool and half-flushed, murmured, "Uh, should we apologize? I had no idea he was there."
"He'll be fine," L affirmed, leaving the wall-space and adjusting his skirt.
...Light couldn't help his eyes wandering, and followed his boyfriend into the dining area; still reliving that seconds ago, his fingers had been hooked onto L's panties. Certainly a change from the blue-striped boxer shorts.
The dining room had been tidied up a considerable amount; there were no longer any empty boxes, packages or wrapping, the cushions neatly assembled on nearby couches, the red-brown oak table clean of any case-files and writing implements.
On it were several dishes Light couldn't recognise: a steak in a rich looking sauce, salads, bread, prawn-cocktails, fish, cheese and crackers on a wooden board, fruit bowls, chicken in white-wine, pasta...
"What is all this?" Light looked about in awe, unable to believe his retinas.
Was this... really all for him? L wasn't the typical lover, though he tended not be typical of any title he should so take. His work and Light's collided often, leaving them with small gaps of time in which to spend together. Even then, the only 'together' was physical...
L was busy everyday, all day. On the off-chance they left the hotel together, it was a rare thing for them to walk in the streets, hand in hand. Light would inwardly sigh, eyes lingering on L's soft palms while sitting in the limousine, being carried off to whichever conference, meeting or consultation that The Great L had to attend.
Indeed, they never really did... 'stuff' together, and as insignificant as this so-called 'stuff' may be, it still... was something Light longed for, maybe just a little bit.
Still, why did they need this much food?! And what happened to the high-sugar, high-diabetes-risk diet?
L seemed to notice Light's questioning glances, and supplied stoically, "Another will be joining us shortly... But we might as well sit down." He pulled up a chair for Light, who awkwardly accepted, sitting down in the comfy chair with a tinge of red spreading across his face.
He had noticed another set of cutlery on the table, but he had assumed it was for Watari, who was now too embarrassed to go back into the main room to clear it away. He looked at L, who was getting himself cosy in his crouch, "So, who's our guest?"
"He's here for business..." L paused, fiddling with the fork, "And he hasn't eaten for approximately forty-eight hours, due to the plane being delayed and the awful air-service menu, he tells me... which is why there is a ridiculous amount of food."
Light chuckled, "I was about to comment on how the hell we were supposed to finish this all. I'm guessing he has a... large appetite?"
L grinned in return, "Don't worry about finishing it or not, Light-kun. And it isn't so much his appetite as much so as the quality." Light frowned, irritated at his puzzlement and lack of information. So it wasn't just another Head of Whatever agency...
L reached across to Light's drumming fingers and enclosed his own around Light's hand. Yes, this was new. "Don't worry, he'll be fine. Remember Aiber and Wedy?"
Light nodded, and L elaborated, "He is 'sort of' like that kind of company... Some may call them criminals, but I prefer the term, 'agents of the underworld.'"
"So he's a criminal."
"Yes."
Light pushed L's hand away, glaring, "Isn't that just a little dangerous?" When L went silent, Light continued, "What was he convicted for?"
L moved his black eyes to the table cloth, curling into himself more so, "First-degree murder."
Light exhaled sharply, about to protest when L cut across him, "Light, listen to me. I would never, under any circumstances, endanger your life or mine. He is perfectly safe, and intelligent enough to know when to bite and when to keep quiet. Also, he has ties to my history I cannot simply ignore; he is an essential ally and, hopefully, you may find his experiences rather interesting."
"I bet," Light muttered into his sleeve. As Light sulked, L chose that moment to lean out of his chair, holding the table-cloth as he balanced on the back-legs. Recognition passed through dark eyes, and he nodded.
Light heard a half-grunt half-sigh from behind him, and he turned around quickly in his seat, expecting a heavy, hungry, tattooed convict to pounce upon him and begin clobbering him to death.
Instead, a slender young man with a pink towel hanging around his shoulders strolled in, walking around Light to sit diagonally left to him. His hair was wet, so Light supposed he had been showering whilst L and he had talked, so he calmed a tad—they hadn't been overheard.
His calmness proceeded to slap him upside the head when the man suddenly crouched, mimicking L's stance, still towelling at the ends of his longish dark hair. Light blinked. His skin was not as white as L's, but apart from very minor alterations here and there, Light could've sworn he was watching L himself.
What the hell was this guy doing?
After stretching his back muscles and moving his shoulders around, the unnamed man spoke up, rather cheerfully, "Let's eat!"
L seemed rather used to... whatever this was, and helped himself to the fruit, while Light was still staring, agape, at this weird clone of his boyfriend. He ahem-ed, drawing the man's attention as he daintily lifted up some salad, "What is your name?"
The man looked directly into Light's eyes, his lips curling, "You may address me as... B."
Another letter. Light scowled, now thoroughly frustrated that a convict had his own dirty damn letter, meaning he was on par or nearly on par with L. L, for god's sake! Light found himself looking again at this B character. If there was anything to differentiate the two crouched men, it was his eyes. They glistened and reflected off the surface of silver and glass, something red and disturbing hiding within the iris, unknown to Light's own almond expanses.
Then again, L was being pretty damn disturbing as it was, making him dine with some murdering pyschopath...
"I want a name, not a title," Light spoke, confidently sipping from his own glass, "If you don't mind."
"Not at all," B replied, shoving spaghetti into his mouth and slurping with gusto, "My full name is Beyond Birthday... which can sound even stranger," he sucked in the last strands of gold, sauce messily staining his cheek, "And sorry dear, but you don't seem to be the type to warm to oddities."
Light glared at him as he continued with his dinner, "That's hardly the case."
B's eyes flickered from Light to L in a beat, "True."
Light moved his scowl to L's worrisome sights, "L. I thought you said he was intelligent."
B's eyes narrowed in challenge as L replied, "He is. Due to the previously mentioned jetlag and hunger, B-san has developed a case of bitchiness, so he is unawares of Light-kun's own sensitivity."
Count on L to insult two people while answering a question. Before either of the two could reply, (which would have been very difficult for B, who had a mouth full of steak) L spoke again, "Both of you two need to get along—B-san will be staying over for two weeks, and it is Light-kun's birthday." L turned to address B directly, "So I expect you to be on good behaviour."
Beyond took a long drink of grape juice, wiping his hand across his mouth, "Of course."
Amazing really, that the two of them were obeying a twenty-five year old man crossdressing via high-school girl uniform, but neither of them could preach normalcy.
They ate the rest of the dinner quietly, Light and B commenting on the weather and current events, attempting to comprehend more of each other. L was looking like quite the friend-maker (If you could call him that) and sent for Watari to help clear up.
Light slowly learned of Beyond's original intentions, listening to him talk of prison wardens and inmates, feeling quite speechless as the man passionately talked of anime films on the plane and his collections and how exciting Akihabara is...
As Light and Beyond found their way to the couch, L slipped away.
It was nearly time.
Yes, all the contestants are together now... Dinner's been had, L has finished work and Beyond has showered...
So what could POSSIBLY happen next?!
R&R, my beautiful bunnies. *pets each reader's head*