Oh Estamos aquí. : ) Capítulo dos. Happy New Year everyone : D
2014 huh, feels weird. Meh, we'll get used to it. Onward!
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"Woo! Light-kun!" Matsuda yelled, throwing himself against the young detective in the form of a drunken hug.
Light proceeded to peel the excited man off of him, "Yes, hello. Jeez, how much have you had to drink? You reek of alcohol." Light scrunched up his nose. This man thought he had the right to touch him? He was finally free of the handcuffs, and had been for a while now, making a certain detected (cough-L-cough) very frustrated. Best of all? He was Kira! Kira!
So why the hell was Matsuda still falling against him?! "Matsuda!" Light groaned, pushing the man off of him and against the wall.
Matsuda broke into a fit of giggles and started to open another bottle of wine. Light snatched the bottle out of the man's hands and snapped, "You! How are you even this drunk off of wine?!"
Matsuda kept giggling, "Light-kun! There's just so much to celebrate! Most importantly, it's almost the New Year—"
"—It's only 10pm," Light interrupted, putting his free hand to his temple. He was beginning to feel a headache.
Matsuda continued on, "And almost as importantly: you're no longer suspected of being Kira! Woo!"
Light wanted to clutch his hands against his ears; how could one man be so loud? "Matsuda, just because I'm no longer chained to Ryuuzaki doesn't mean he doesn't still suspect me," Light countered. He wanted to smirk, but held it back. Of course L still suspected that he was Kira, you know why? 'Because I AM KIRA!' Light gloated inside. L would forever know the truth without actually having proof. 'And that means he'll always have to think about me: the one that he couldn't catch!' Light almost smirked narcissistically.
Wait.
"Hey, why is my freedom not the most important?" Light asked, annoyed.
"You're right Light-kun!" Matsuda cheered, jumping up and down, "Now let us drink in honor of your freedom! WOOO!"
Light gave up. This man was so LOUD. Alcohol sounded like a pretty good idea. "Fine," he yielded, handing the bottle back to Matsuda.
"WOOO!"
'Shut. The. Hell. UP! DAMN!' Light screamed inside, rubbing circles on his temples to ease the forming headache away. Matsuda attempted to bite the cork out of the bottle.
Unbeknownst to them, a slumped over detective sat watching them from the corner, biting on his thumb. He'd waited for Light to come to the "party" that he was being forced to have. This was a pointless celebration and he felt like he was the only one who understood that the changing of calendars was of little importance, particularly with Kira unchained. No, Kira wasn't killing nearly as frequently as before, in fact he was killing only particularly horrible criminals (L was actually surprised that there were still horrible criminals left after all the killing sprees Kira had gone on). This lead L to believe that Kira was doing more thorough research on whom he was killing—finding evidence, alibis, what have you.
L bit his thumb too hard, shaking him back into the present time. He rested his thumb on his lip. Just because Kira was becoming more thorough didn't change the fact that he was still killing. Higuchi was dead and they had one death note and one shinigami. The shinigami was often not around and she was altogether pretty unhelpful. L was certain that Light had the other death note and most likely another shinigami. So why was L still alive?
L jumped down from his perch and sauntered over to Light and Matsuda. "Light-kun is very snappy today," he stated once he was in front of the two.
"WOO! RYUUZAKI!"
L jumped out of the way of what would have been a hug from Matsuda. L heard a giggle and snapped his head toward Light who immediately stopped giggling and looked away. L raised his eyebrow; Light had been acting oddly. L was annoyed. He liked Light; Light was smart, Light was fun. He didn't like that Light was Kira.
"DRINK!" Matsuda yelled, putting the bottle against Light's lips and tipping it up. Light coughed as Matsuda tilted it vertically, yelling, "CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"
L stared as the entire contents of the bottle found its way into Light's stomach (and some down his chin, of course).
"WOO!" Matsuda yelled, running off.
"MATSUDA!" Light's father yelled from the side, furious. "STOP TRYING TO GET EVERYONE DRUNK!"
Light looked at L and felt his heart rate increase. He needed more wine. What was that anyway? Grape? Right? Light shrugged it off and opened another bottle, this time pouring it into a glass before downing it.
"Light-kun, you are going to have a hangover if you keep drinking like that," L warned.
"Che, whatever, L. And drop the formalities, no one is paying attention," Light argued, downing another glass.
L stared at him. "Are you already becoming intoxicated?"
"No," Light snapped before assessing his body. "Well, maybe. I don't know, I've never drank before," he admitted.
L continued to stare. "Then you really will get a hangover," he warned again.
"Whatever, it's a fucking holiday, right? Want some?"
"No, definitely not. I prefer being sober; otherwise my thinking ability decreases—which yours will too, more than likely," L replied, watching Light tilt the glass up. "Also, Light is already using foul language, leading me to believe he is already lowering his thinking ability."
Light walked away.
'Yes, I think he is already drunk,' L agreed with himself.
L watched another hour pass by. This was really a waste of time; he could be solving cases right now, he could be eating cake right now. Almost anything he thought of was more useful than watching the people helping him on the Kira case get plastered. Nobody except Matsuda was drinking at first, and then he'd somehow convinced Light. Light drinking seemed to be the catalyst that made everyone else think drinking was a good idea…or maybe that was the only way they could handle being around Matsuda…
L smirked; there was one thing entertaining about this night so far. Watching his investigators and their wives get drunk was a definite waste of time; watching Light (or rather, Kira) get drunk was quite a sight. Light was not yet drunk out of his mind, but L knew he was on his way to being black out drunk. The boy was being sociable, but brutal. No one seemed to mind or notice how blatant he was being. At one point, somebody's wife was trying to talk to the boy and he stared at her and walked away, saying, "I actually don't care what you have to say about that." And the woman just smiled. She smiled! She turned to Light's dad and complimented his son, saying that he was an honest boy.
L nearly laughed, Light? Honest? He shook his head; that was just silly. Speaking of Light, the boy had been following L with his eyes, and L could feel it.
"LIGHT-KUN!" Matsuda yelled, running into Light from the side. "I have more wine!"
Light didn't escape the hug and he pushed his glass toward Matsuda.
Matsuda grinned wide and poured the wine into Light's glass, cheering, "TO FREEDOM!"
Light nodded and caught Matsuda's eye before he 'lightly' shoved him out of the way responding, "To freedom."
Matsuda laughed away, choking out, "HA! I get it! Because I was around you! FREEDOM!"
L turned his head to the side, wondering if that should have made sense. He watched Light down the drink and float around. He began to wonder if he should go warn him again, but he was sure that Light would just keep drinking. Such a useless celebration, L thought again.
Around 11:30pm, Light was blatantly staring at L from across the room. L stared back, of course. Light thought to himself, 'I want to talk to him.'
"Talk to who?" another investigator's wife asked. Apparently he'd said that out loud.
"I didn't mean to say that out loud," Light responded, still looking at L.
The woman smiled, "You're such an honest boy. I say you should just go talk to whoever you want to talk to! They'll be flattered, I'm sure."
"Thank you," Light replied mechanically. He grabbed another bottle off a table while he made his way toward L. L continued to sit on that couch-chair in a corner.
Light popped the bottle open and took a swig. He sat down on the arm of L's chair. "L," he greeted, sliding onto the cushion, partially on top of L.
L refused to move, "Light-kun, you are drunk."
Light drank more and slurred as he spoke, "Drop the formalities, no one else is listening."
L stared at the boy lying haphazardly on the chair with him. What he could see of Light's chest was patchy red, and he was sweating just a little, making his hair stick off his forehead just slightly.
"Why are you so drunk, Light?" L asked, wondering why such a smart person would be doing something that made him so dumb.
Light got closer to L and leaned in toward his face, staring. "Why are you so cute, L?"
L froze. "What?"
Light giggled, leaning closer. L jumped up onto the arm of the chair and didn't let his eyes leave Light. "Ha! I win the chair!" Light laughed, seating himself on the chair sideways, looking at L.
"Light," L warned, wide eyed.
Light leaned forward. "Yes, detective?"
L sweat dropped. Apparently, even geniuses get stupid when drunk. "Can you even think straight?"
Light giggled. "I haven't thought straight for a loooong tiiiime."
L didn't know what Light was talking about. "What?"
Light giggled again, obviously he understood his own joke. Then he thought to himself, 'I want to touch him.'
"Touch who?"
"Huh?"
"Never mind," L replied. Light was so drunk. "Light's head is really going to hurt in the morning."
"Hey, L," Light asked, leaning forward.
L leaned back and sighed, "Yes, Light?"
"What time is it?"
"You are the one with a watch, not me."
"What time is it?"
"Light, you have a watch."
"What time is it?"
"Light."
"What time is it?"
L huffed and grabbed Light's wrist, reading the time. "It is 11:55," L answered, letting go of the wrist. Light let his hand fall on L's thigh. "WOAH!" L screamed, falling off the couch. Light giggled, standing up from the chair.
L scurried to his feet and stood near the wall, "Light!" he warned, eyes slightly frantic. What on earth was that boy doing?!
"Huh?" Light asked, head tilted.
"You are drunk, Light," L informed.
"It's a celebration!"
"For what?" L asked, still not seeing the point of celebrating a new year. So everyone had to remember to write down a different year, what's the big deal?
Light grinned and stepped toward L. L put his guard up.
"Hmpf, fine," Light whined, crossing his arms and walking away.
L let out a sigh. What the hell was going on in that drunk's mind?
As the room began to count down from 60, Light found his way back over to L.
"Light, what are you doing?" L asked, still standing. 45, 44, 43 . . .
Light stared at him, "I'm celebrating the new year." 39, 38, 37 . . .
L groaned, "Over here?" 33, 32, 31 . . .
"With you, who else?" Light answered, as if it were obvious. 26, 25, 24 . . .
L suppressed a blush; Light was extremely honest when drunk.
"Hey, L, do you know all of the New Year traditions?" 16, 15, 14 . . .
"Yes," L responded. Of course he knew; just because he didn't understand why it was celebrated didn't mean he didn't know how it was celebrated. 11, 10, 9 . . .
"All of them?" Light asked quickly, stepping closer. 8, 7, 6 . . .
"Yes, Light," L repeated. 5, 4, 3 . . .
"Okay, then don't get mad," Light warned. 2, 1 . . .
"Mad about wha—mphf!" Happy New Year!
All at once, L found himself trapped between the wall and Light's warm body with the boy's lips around his and his tongue intruding into his mouth. L whimpered and his knees shook. Light pinned him against the wall tightly, holding his hands around his waist while stroking his tongue inside his mouth. L whimpered more, his eyes closing and his eyebrows pushing together.
L grabbed Light's upper arms and tried to push him off, but Light only pushed tighter against L and pushed his erection against L's leg. "Aah," L half moaned, half whimpered. He could feel himself growing aroused despite the situation.
Light dragged L toward the bedroom they had shared for months, still holding firm onto his waist and still connected by the mouth. After locking the door, he crashed them onto the bed, pinning L with his body. L couldn't help his arousal even though he was aware of what was happening. Light ran his fingers all over L's torso as he lifted the shirt off.
"L-Light," L panted, his face red from lack of air. Light couldn't resist how sexy L looked, panting and red and topless. He molded their mouths together again as he rubbed the man's chest and gripped his hip bones. He unbuttoned L's pants and kissed his jaw.
"I have a secret to tell you," Light said against L's ear, stopping his other movements.
L moved his head away at how loud that was. "Yeah?" L asked, barely in the state of mind to comprehend anything.
"I'm Kira," Light admitted.
He comprehended that. "You are Kira?"
"Yes, here," Light pulled out his death note. 'Where did he have that?' L thought to himself. L stared. "Go on, grab it," Light urged.
L grabbed it.
"Where is it?" L asked, looking around.
"Where is what?" Light asked, tilting his head in a way that was far more adorable than it should have been.
"Your shinigami."
"Oh! Ryuk?" Light asked, then yelled, "Ryuk! Come out!"
"Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk. This is something interesting. Why're you on top of L, Light?" asked a voice.
Suddenly, L saw the hideous owner of that voice.
"Hello, L, hyuk, hyuk, hyuk, are you happy to see me or is that a hard-on underneath your pants?" He laughed, pointing and laughing at L.
Light rolled his eyes and glared at Ryuk, "That's not how the expression goes."
"Oooh, Light, are you drunk?" Ryuk laughed, spinning upside down.
"Obviously," he glared again, tightening his grip on L's hip. L bit back a gasp.
"Light," L spoke, gaining the boy's attention. "I will not let Kira touch me like this."
'What?!' Light screamed inside, worry and pain washing inside him. What was he supposed to do? He already was Kira! And he finally had the object of his dreams (cough-wet dreams-cough) below him, hot and ready! "What if I wasn't Kira?" Light asked L with a desperate look.
L blushed slightly, Ryuk laughed in the background. "I might let Light touch me like this," he mumbled.
Ryuk laughed, "Ohhoho, L has emotions?! Look at him turn red! And his dick is still hard!" Ryuk laughed again and then added, "Look, look, look! He's even redder now, Light!"
Light ignored Ryuk (he was used to ignoring the annoying shinigami by now) and slipped his hand down toward L's zipped and swiftly pulled it down, causing L to jump and gasp out a quick, "Light!" before Light grabbed on to L's erection over his boxers. "Ahh.." L moaned out, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut. Light thrusted his tongue back into L's mouth, making the man writhe slightly.
All too soon, he let go and asked, "You'd let me touch you like that?"
L panted, trying to get his breath back and answered timidly, "I would let Light touch me like that…" Light's eyes lit up and he looked at Ryuk.
"Ryuk!" Light yelled.
"That was unexpected," the shinigami replied, wiping blood from his nose.
"Ryuk! Can you make me stop being Kira forever?"
Ryuk's eyes popped out of his skull, "What? Did I hear you right?"
"Well can you?"
"Seriously? You'd give up being Kira so that you can get it on with L? Man, I did NOT see that coming! Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk. I wish I could've told you this would happen when you killed Lind L. Tailor, just to see the look on your face!"
"Light," L interrupted.
"Yeah?" Light swooned.
L sweat dropped. What was he getting himself into? "I will not let you kiss me if you give up your memories of being Kira."
"Ryuk! Can you do that?" Light asked hurriedly.
Ryuk laughed. "Damn, are you in heat or something?"
"YES," Light snapped, "Would you hurry?!"
"Hyuk, hyuk."
L shivered, what an awful sound.
"I have some conditions," Ryuk answered.
"I agree to them!"
"Light!" L yelled.
"Fine, what are they?"
Ryuk laughed again. "One: apples. You will buy apples every day and I will come at dinner time and eat them. You won't be able to see me, but I'm still eating them damn apples."
"Agreed," Light answered.
"Two: You will never be able to kill with a death note again, even if you get a new one and use it properly; it won't work."
"Fine, next?"
Ryuk leaned down and whispered to Light, "Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk. Three: You will not remember this night."
Light's eyes went wide. "WHAT?!"
In his normal voice, Ryuk responded, "Well? Do you want to bang him or not? Ooh, look, his face is red again!"
"I DO! Okay, fine! Anything else?" Light pleaded. He was going to burst soon. L was so close to him, why weren't they going at it yet?!
"And four: You'll let me watch."
"Deal," Light agreed, too quickly for L's liking.
"Hyuk, hyuk, hyuk. Awesome. This is going to be so entertaining. Light and L? Hyuk, hyuk. I wish I could've seen this coming!" He took the death note and lit it on fire within his hands.
"Light," Ryuk spoke, watching the fire. "I'm going to destroy Misa's too, but all of her memories from before she ever touched a death note will be gone. She's fucking annoying to deal with."
Light was already sucking on L's neck and rubbing his hands on L's torso as he ground his hips against L's. "Mhmm, thanks," Light responded absently as Ryuk began to disappear.
"L," Light groaned out, tucking his head into L's neck.
L swallowed, holding back his emotions. "Yes?"
"You make me crazy," Light whined, running his hand through L's hair. Light began rambling, "I mean, first you chain me to you and I have no memories of being Kira. And I don't know why, but you made me go crazy back then, too. Everything you did was just different from everyone else, and I liked it so much, you were just so…I don't even know! Attractive. Yeah. Each day I felt like I was getting more used to you, but my heart would beat like crazy sometimes when you were closer than usual or when we showered—definitely when we showered."
L's face was bright red. Light was basically admitting that he was crushing on L since they'd met. He could have sworn he heard Ryuk's laughter.
"When I killed Higuchi—oh yeah, I did that, sorry—I didn't know what to do anymore! I was Kira again and the plan had worked, but I never planned on getting so hooked on you, and I mean like, crazy. Jeez, as soon as I was off the handcuffs I jerked off like you wouldn't believe! And all I could think about was you. Seriously, no one needs to masturbate that much, but I couldn't even help it!"
L coughed slightly in embarrassment, his heart racing. Again, he could swear he heard Ryuk.
"Anyway, I told Misa not to write any names down and I told Rem not to kill you! Because the original plan was to use them against each other; Misa would keep writing names as soon as she got out of captivity—which would be so obvious to you that she was the one killing—so you would have her brought in and since Rem would do anything to save Misa, she'd kill you! But…I didn't want you to die. I started thinking of you not being alive and I went insane! What would be the point of being Kira anymore if you weren't there to chase me?!"
"Light," L finally spoke. He couldn't take the honesty anymore. So much truth in such a short amount of time was overwhelming.
"Sorry, I'm trying to say that I like you."
"I gathered that—Aah!" L began before Light started rubbing himself on L again. He kissed up his jaw and slid his hands down his torso, sliding off L's pants.
"Can I continue to celebrate the New Year with you?" Light asked, already having thrown L's pants to the ground.
L smirked. Drunk Light wasn't so horrible when it really came down to it.
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Oh no! High and dry. Hahaha, sorry sorry. Jeez, try to keep something rated T and everyone goes nuts. (….but write a detailed fanfiction porno and no one bats an eye [cough—with the exception of 50 Shades of Gray—cough][cough—just sayin'—cough])
; ) On that note, keep it real players.
Con amor
~Aia~
