Ch. 2
Mae thought that she knew all there was to know about Light. His father was a policeman - a police chief, rather. Light was a genius and had earned top marks in all of his classes. He'd gone on to become graduate in the top one percent of his class from To-Oh University. He had been very popular while at school and had even dated model Misa Amane for a brief time previously.
What she did not know was that Light and L were, on occasion, more than just friends and co-workers.
Sometimes, after they went out drinking, things would happen back at L's apartment. There would be kisses and caresses, and more often than not it led into Light taking L from behind. L was smaller and more submissive. Light would fuck him and reach around and jerk him off until they both came. Then, spent, they'd lay together in bed until they felt ready to shower. Light would then spend the evening in L's bed, cuddled up next to him, holding the smaller man as they slept. Or rather, as Light slept. L did not sleep much. The dark bags under his eyes were proof of that. This was not to say that L did not enjoy being held. Light made him feel safe and secure, not that he would ever outright tell the other man this.
Even with the dark bags and L's thinner, less athletic frame, Light found him attractive. Not attractive in the same way that he found Mae attractive; it was more that L had a strangeness about him that drew Light in. He was so quiet, always deep in thought. He sat in a strange way, crouched with his knees drawn nearly up to his chest. His hair was messy and wild and thick and beautiful, in Light's opinion.
Still, what they had was merely an occasional fling. Light had Mae, and L had… work. And Watari, his adoptive father. L was sort of a loner. He didn't really have many friends besides Light. The others worked with him but besides Matsuda, who liked everyone, they merely tolerated L. He was socially awkward and often he came off as condescending when talking to others. He knew he was more intelligent than the rest and he made it known, though Light thought it was mostly unintentional.
That evening was the same as the others. Light and L had gone back to L's apartment. They'd kissed, fucked, showered and slept. Then early in the morning, Light woke up. L made them both a small breakfast - toast and fruit for Light, a bowl of sugary cereal topped with extra sugar for L, then they set off to work, acting as if nothing had happened.
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From L's perspective, things were a bit different.
The thing was, he had feelings for Light. Deep feelings. Light had been his first and only friend, and Light had been the one to take his innocence. Intellectually, they made a good pair. Both of them were smart enough to read the other's needs without speaking, most of the time. If L had his way, Light would be his, and if Light was his, he would certainly go out of his way to make sure that Light was happy.
Sometimes, when work was slow, L dreamed about this. About Light being with him romantically. Living with him, perhaps. They'd have a big bed made of that tempur pedic material so that L wouldn't wake Light up with his tossing and turning. L would make him breakfast every morning - real breakfast, not just toast - an actual meal. They would go out shopping together, eat together in public. At night, after dinner, they'd sit and talk about things that only they understood.
It would be a nice life. Their combined incomes would allow for a house, most likely. A fairly big house. Maybe there would be a hot tub - Light did love hot baths, it seemed. There would be a fire place for when it was cold outside, and they would sit near it and cuddle.
L had never enjoyed physical contact before Light had come along. He'd lacked it for most of his life, save for a couple of hugs from Watari now and then. But with Light, things were different. Light was gentle with him, but firm when L wanted it. He knew exactly what buttons to push to turn L on, and what to do to calm L down.
But, Light had Mae. He was going to propose soon, most likely. At least, Light had mentioned it once or twice while talking to the group. Light would never love him the way that he wanted. And so, L kept his feelings to himself. He'd take the physical contact and sex when he could get it and he'd have to be content with that.