Bridget Narcissa Malfoy, ChillingShadow, KuroShiro, Seishirou Hitsugaya - BIG THANKS for reviews!

Chapter Beta-edited by shojen12 - Thank you, Shojen!

Chapter 3

Light knew it was unnecessary and wrong but he was ridiculously excited by the thought of playing tennis with Ryuzaki. Of course, it was only because the perspective of winning was so appealing. And, of course, it was appealing only because he wanted to show Ryuzaki who is better, not because of the price in a form of a massage. He needed to talk to Ryuzaki and arrange the game. He should have done it today when they were in the car. Damn it. Who knows when would Ryuzaki show up at the university…?

Those thoughts were plaguing Light through the rest of the day. He wanted so much to know for sure that it will happen and when it will happen. He needed to contact Ryuzaki … but his only way to do that was through his father… No, he shouldn't do it…. His father would worry and… he would think it's weird or something…

Light was sitting at his desk trying to read a book, but he couldn't concentrate. He was still fighting with thoughts about asking his father for Ryuzaki's number. He knew he shouldn't but what harm could it done?

He heard the door downstairs and he just knew it was his father. Instantly forgetting all his doubts he stormed out of his room and down the stairs.

"Father…!"

"Light, what happened?!"

Soichiro didn't hide his immense surprise and worry. This kind of behavior was completely unlike his son; to run and yell; so obviously he thought that something terrible has happened.

"Um.. nothing, father. Why would you think that something has happened?"

Soichiro just stared. Blinking. Light flushed deep red and cursed himself and Ryuzaki for this stupid situation. It was all Ryuzaki's fault.

"So… father, how was your day at work?"

Soichiro sighed heavily. "Long and hard. We have another victim. It was a mess… I though this day would never end."

"Really… So that's why Ryuzaki had to leave..."

"Ryuzaki?..." Soichiro looked confused for a moment. "Oh, yes… he came right away. Have you seen him?"

"Yes, we were… Having lunch together…" Light's blush was deepening and he had no idea why. It was just lunch, for crying out loud, nothing big or special. Just lunch with JUST damn Ryuzaki!

Damn it.

"I mean… he attends some of my lectures…"

"Oh… right, I forgot he was going to… I shouldn't talk about that… sorry Light."

"No, it's alright. I understand. Ryuzaki told me anyway. He said he's doing this to observe Mikami-sempai. He suspects him of…"

"I know. It's not just mere suspicion, Light. Stay away from that man. He's dangerous and crazy."

"So, Ryuzaki wasn't exaggerating."

"I'm sure he wasn't. It's not his style."

Light perked up. "Then what's his style?"

That was getting even more interesting. His father worked with Ryuzaki, so he probably knew him well. That was a perfect opportunity to learn something about him.

Because it's good to know your enemy.

Soichiro chuckled.

"I used some wrong words. Ryuzaki and style in one sentence sounds… ridiculous. But he never says things if he isn't sure… or that he isn't at least 96 % sure are true. That's his style, to evaluate things, and put into percentages to make us understand things which are beyond our level."

"He's smart, isn't he?"

"Brilliant, but…"

"But?!" How the fuck he could drop the sentence in a moment like that?! Light practically burned with curiosity.

"Well… he's… I don't know… too… too… eccentric to work with people… You know… I wish I could see things his way but most of times I wish he could see something our way to realize how hard it is for us to follow. If you can even call it working 'with' him. It's more like he does everything and we try to help but often the most we can do is to not stand in his way… And it's tiring, and disappointing."

"Don't say that, father. I'm sure you are helping him a great deal."

"Thank you, son. I really appreciate it."

And Soichiro left Light alone in the middle of a hall, lost in thoughts about Ryuzaki. The man must be really something… But, that makes him even more formidable rival! Light loved challenges and this one looked really… promising…

"Light? What are you doing, standing here alone?"

"Sayu?... I was… just talking to father…"

"But… Father is in the kitchen…"

Light's younger sister looked as confused as their father few minutes earlier.

Light looked around realizing that he was indeed standing alone in the hallway, daydreaming, while his father was somewhere else… and he didn't even ask him for Ryuzaki's phone number.

Shit…

He needed to try again… But how? What would his father think about him now…. Grryaaahh… It was hopeless. Ryuzaki was so frustrating and problematic. But Light would have his revenge. He would destroy Ryuzaki according to his brilliant plan. He just needed to get his number, call him, set a date for a game and win it. Then he would easily wrap Ryuzaki around his little finger. He would show some skin using the massage as an excuse… He would let Ryuzaki touch his skin, just to show him how wonderful it feels, how perfect Light is, how desirable… It would be a piece of cake! … Ryuzaki loved cake... It pissed Light off too! Ryuzaki acted like cake was more interesting than Light! He acted outrageously. And the way he sat in the restaurant! How could he not care what people think about him? Why didn't he care what Light thought about him…?...Wwhy? How could he?

"Light, are you alright?"

Fuck!
"Sure, Sayu, I'm perfectly fine. Where's dad?"

"… … I've just told you. He's in the kitchen."

Once again Light wanted to run but stopped himself in time to avoid any more awkward questions. His father was sitting at the table while his mother was serving him some long overdue supper. Both looked at him curiously.

"Light, do you need something?"

"I just… I wanted to make some tea."

His mother smiled and started to prepare water and tea cups. Light sat at the table in front of his father. The policeman didn't have to be a genius to see that something was on Light's mind. He was acting strange. But Soichiro decided not to push. He would wait and see, what was getting his son so excited.

"You know dad… Ryuzaki is really good at criminal law…."

Soichiro raised an eyebrow. He didn't expect it to be about L… Especially that his son didn't really seem to like the other man.

"Well… that is to be expected in his line of work."

"Yea, I know, he works for L, after all but…"

Soichiro hid his surprise. L had told Light about Mikami but didn't reveal his real identity? Why?

"But he knows things that you can't find in books… and… could you give me his number?"

Now, this time hiding his surprise tuned out to be impossible.

"You… what?"

"His number… I just wanted to call him… to talk about today's classes…" Ouch… Normally Light was as brilliant in lying as he was in everything else. What happened to his touch?

"Light… I can't give you HIS number! You know it!"

"But… I would just…"

"No! Light, you know I can't give it to anyone. I don't even really have it. I have a… It's also confidential but…. I have another phone just to call him."

The face Light made was breaking Soichiro's heart. He'd never seen Light so… broken.

"But… maybe I could call him and ask if he would talk to you."

"Please, dad, could you?!"

"Well… I guess… I definitely shouldn't but…"

Soichiro checked his pockets and fished a cell phone out of his jacket. He was staring at it for a moment, clearly still calculating if he should do it. He could get into some serious trouble over something like this… Finally he frowned and opened the phone. He pushed some buttons and put the device to his ear. Light was looking at him impatiently.

"…What happened, Yagami-san…" Light could hear the monotone baritone on the other end, muffled by his father's ear. Light's stomach tightened. What would Ryuzaki say? Would he be angry or maybe he would laugh at Light's eagerness.

"Nothing!… Nothing happened. I'm sorry to use this phone when there is no emergency but…"

"It's about Yagami-kun, am I right?"

"Um… yes… I'm sorry."

Ryuzaki chuckled softly. That was the very first time Soichiro heard him doing that. He thought that Ryuzaki never laughed.

"It's quite alright, Yagami-san. You can hand the phone over to your son."

Light took it quickly and put it to his own ear.

"Hi, Ryuzaki…"

"Good evening, Yagami-kun."

"You know, we didn't set a date for our tennis match." Soichiro gasped. His son said he was going to talk about the classes! His dear beloved son… lied!

L chuckled again. "No, we did not. Is that why Yagami-kun is using this super secret 'Only In Case Of Emergency Phone'?" Light felt hot. Ryuzaki's voice was really sexy…. TOTALLY unfitting for the man he really was… Damn, he should work in the radio.

"Are you angry? I had to lie to my father so he would let me use it." Light sent an apologetic look at his confused father. Soichiro just scratched his head.

"Yagami-kun's arrogance will never cease to amaze me, but I am certainly not angry. I would even say I'm flattered that Yagami-kun troubled himself to contact me."

Light's stomach did another twist. He laughed nervously. It was hard to admit but talking to Ryuzaki was nice… He wanted to take the phone to his room and… and just talk to Ryuzaki longer.

"Well, you should be. I don't call strangers to play tennis with them very often."

"Does it mean that Yagami-kun does that from time to time?" Light could hear Ryuzaki swallowing something very quietly; no doubt something sweet.

"No, I never do things like that. Don't tease me." Why is he smiling? Now his father probably thinks he's crazy!

"I didn't mean to, Yagami-kun. We could have this match tomorrow at the university, is that alright with Yagami-kun?"

"Sure, it's perfect!"

"Alright, then it's a date. Now, if that is all then I need to ask Yagami-kun to hang up. This really is an emergency number."

"Of course! Right away… Um… See you tomorrow then, Ryuzaki…"

"Good night, Light-kun."

"Goodnight. Get some good sleep for tomorrow's game. I'm going to win our bet, just so you know."

"Oh, I don't doubt that. After all, Yagami-kun doesn't want to turn his back on Mikami Teru."

"It's not… It's not that! Don't be ridiculous. I've told you, I don't care about him!"

Light heard his father gasp and Ryuzaki chuckle. He flushed and gritted his teeth.

"Damn you, Ryuzaki. I just meant that I don't care what he thinks. I just want to win you over!"

This time Ryuzaki didn't just chuckle. He laughed; softly, clearly trying hard to stop.

"I mean win over you, I'll kick your ass!"

"Raito!" His father was bemused. "Give me back that phone, right now!"

Soichiro pulled the device from Light's hand and glared at his son. He couldn't believe it was his perfect lovely Raito.

"Ryuzaki…. I'm sorry for my son."

"No need, Yagami-san. It was rather entertaining. Besides it was my fault. I should have provide some mean of communication for your son's needs since he is now indirectly involved in the case. I'm sorry for the trouble, Yagami-san, and thank you for your cooperation."

"Um… no problem… Ryuzaki. Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Ryuzaki disengaged the connection. The kitchen was suddenly strangely silent and the atmosphere heavy.

"Dad… I'm sorry…"

"Ryuzaki will give you your own phone! Now, please, let me eat my dinner."

Soichiro went back to eating his meal, not looking at his son anymore. Raito couldn't help but smile.

He couldn't sleep. He needed to plan so many things for tomorrow. What kind of shampoo would be best to use? Which brand of perfume he should wear and which clothes? What kind of underwear…? Ryuzaki is going to give him a massage tomorrow!

He woke up an hour before the alarm clock. He took a shower and started to prepare for the day. He changed four times and finally was almost late for his morning lecture. Ryuzaki showed up some time after two pm. He either ignored Light or didn't spot him yet. Light was pretty sure that the older man was just fucking with him, so he simply approached him on his own. He didn't notice surprised stares of all his colleagues when he ran to Ryuzaki with an excited smile on his flushed face.

"Ryuzaki!"

"Yagami-kun?"

Ryuzaki was leaning his back on the wall. In this position his posture didn't look bad at all. With his hands in his pockets and messy hair he looked like some average slacker. It was funny how misleading the first impressions could be.

Light's cheeks heated when he thought of what was to come later. He could already see himself, completely naked, covered only with a tiny towel (or a napkin) on the huge comfortable bed – Ryuzaki's bed – in a room bathed in candle light, filled with the scent of roses, musk and agastache. He could almost feel Ryuzaki's hands sliding down his back his thumbs touching the top of the crevice of his...

"Yagami-kun? Is everything alright?"

"What...?"
"I asked if Yagami-kun is alright. He doesn't look too good."

"WHAT?" Light shot a sharp glare at the detective and started to fix his shirt, tie and hair. "

Ryuzaki's eyes widened for not more than a second as he tried not laugh, but some of his amusement showed in the corners of his eyes.

"I didn't mean your clothes, Yagami-kun."

"Then it's my hair...!"

"No. It's just that Yagami-kun looked like he didn't feel very well, but maybe it was just my mistake. Now, is my rival ready for the match?"

Oh, yes! He was sure as hell ready!

Or not. It seemed that Light slightly miscalculated the whole situation. It was supposed to be a clear win with victorious Light and Ryuzaki hardly able to catch his breath. Ryuzaki was a nerd, he was not supposed to be fit and actually really good at tennis. Had Light taken this possibility into account he would spent the morning training instead of doing himself up. Fuck! Ryuzaki was fast and his moves were steady and precise. It was 6:6 and Light was soaked with sweat and dead tired. Still, he refused to give up. He would win no matter what!

The crowd who gathered around them cheered for Light. It helped. It was such a lovely caress to his ego. Now, it was the moment of truth. Loosing here meant that there would be no massage, no candlelit room, no scented oils, no Ryuzaki's bed or his hands, no touch, no opening for seduction... There would be nothing!

Ryuzaki was looking at him impassively. The bastard didn't even break a sweat. Just how good was that guy? Was he some national champion? What the hell? Light prepared to serve. He needed to do it quickly and mercilessly. With the right amount of force this serve would be impossible to answer. He breathed in and out gathering all the strength that still was in his body. He put it all in this one swing. Everything was on the line here after all. The ball almost exploded from the hit and shot forward. Light watched with rising dread as it bounced from the ground and met with Ryuzaki's rocket, that was just there, like it waited all this time for the ball to be exactly in this spot. Then it flew back to Light's side of the court and the boy had to close his eyes when he heard it hit the ground somewhere behind him. If he didn't close his eyes the tears would fell for sure. He dropped his rocket.

"Congratulations, Yagami-kun. It was a good game."

"What?" Light raised his head to look at is rival.

"I just congratulated Yagami-kun on his victory. I really enjoyed that game, Yagami-kun. It's been some time since someone put up such a fight against me and also the very first time I have lost. Thank you."

"But... How did I win?" Ryuzaki was looking at him for a moment before answering.
"It was out. I hit too hard."

"Out? Was it really?" Light looked questioningly to the gathered people. Some of them confirmed, but others didn't. They argued.

"It was, Yagami-kun. You can trust me. My eyes had never failed me before."

Only then some of the tension left his tense shoulder. Now he would appreciate the massage even more. He hoped Ryuzaki really was good at it. Light chuckled.

"I must say that no one had ever given me so much trouble... I'm on my last legs."

"Well then, the massage should help. Can we go right away?"

Light flushed. He was soaked with sweat. He needed to take a shower so they went to the locker room so Light could clean up and get change. Ryuzaki was waiting outside. He opened the car door for Light, while Watari was waiting in the driver seat. It was finally happening. They were going to Ryuzaki's place to be there alone, on his bed, and Light would be naked... and did he mentioned the bed?

...

"What is this?" There was no bed. Only an ugly cot.

"It's a massage table, Yagami-kun."

"But... why can't I just lay on a bed?"

Ryuzaki blinked and put the thumb to his mouth.

"Isn't it obvious, Yagami-kun? The massage table will assure you the most comfort. On the bed I would have to put some folded towels underneath Yagami-kun's forehead, to keep his neck straight. Then I would have to put another one underneath the ankles to support his lower back and another one..."

"So what?! What's the problem with that. You don't have towels?"

"There are towels in this suite but the massage table will provide much more comfort..."

"I want it to be on a normal bed." He almost died out of an exhaustion to win that damn game and he would not let Ryuzaki to spoil his fun now!

"But... I rented this table specifically for Yagami-kun..."

Ryuzaki pushed his hands to his pockets and looked down. Was he embarrassed? He did it to please Light. The younger man's resolve faltered. Then Ryuzaki's phone rang and he answered. He was talking to someone in French. Was he French? The language sounded perfect in his lips and all doubts about the bed left Light's mind instantly.

After a short argument he got what he wanted. Watari was spreading the white sheet on a huge bed that was undoubtedly Ryuzaki's. Some folded towels were placed on the bedside table, along with oils and other accessories.

"Why is it so hot in here?"

"It is to assure that Yagami-kun won't catch a cold. Now please, prepare." After saying this Watari left the room leaving Light alone with his rapidly growing anticipation. He quickly took off his clothes and used the smallest towel to cover his ass. It wasn't right. He shouldn't be so excited by all this.

"Yagami-kun?"

That was it. That was his chance. It was time to start the game. Light supported himself on his elbows and looked seductively at Ryuzaki from behind his fringe.

"Yes, Ryuzaki?"

"Why did Yagami-kun took off his pants?"

Light flushed. Wasn't he supposed to do that?

"I thought we were talking about a back massage... I'm pretty sure Watari meant a back massage."

Ryuzaki stepped closer to the bed, but he looked strangely uncomfortable and uncertain. It was so unlike him... Light nonchalantly fixed his hair and pouted.

"Well... Maybe, but I'm not Watari. I thought about the full body massage. Come on, Ryuzaki, my thighs are as hard as rocks after that exhausting game." While saying that Light caught the other man's eyes landing on the said part of his body so he spread them slightly just to tease him.

"Alright. I must say I'm particularly skilled at foot massage as well."

"That sounds great..." Light purred with a lazy smile and bedroom eyes.

Ryuzaki slowly started to roll up his sleeves, and then he checked if the oil was warmed enough. Finally he took the folded towels and carefully placed them in all the necessary places, touching Light only when it was absolutely necessary.

"OK, Yagami-kun, I'm about to begin. Please, let me know instantly if anything I'm doing is painful or uncomfortable."

"I don't mind a little pain from time to time." Light's tone was heavy with unsaid suggestions. Ryuzaki knew well that when you give massage you need the receiving person to be comfortable, to have a feeling of trust in you. This was not the time to make jokes or suggestive comments.

Ryuzaki placed massage oil in a cupped hand and warm it more by rubbing it between his palms. Finally his hands made the first real contact with Light's delicious caramel skin. Slowly he spread the oil around and across Light's back with long, light strokes. For a few wonderful moments he concentrated on the shoulders and neck area. It sure felt good. Light could feel his body relax and closed his eyes. He would continue to seduce Ryuzaki in a moment. For now he will enjoy the massage for a bit.

A delicate palm landed on his lower back while the other hand rested over it. With arms extended, Ryuzaki began to make small circles by going up the back and down again. Small groan escaped Light's lips surprising him and the person above him.

"Is everything alright, Yagami-kun?"

"It feels great, Ryuzaki. Don't stop." He then gasped at his own words, but then only moaned as he felt his strained muscles being turn into a mash.

Staying on one side of the spine Ryuzaki repeated the motion three times.

"May I step onto the bed, Yagami-kun? I need to be on your other side now."

Light only grunted something as a confirmation and a moment later Ryuzaki was kneeling on the bed beside him, doing this circling motions all over Lights back, his shoulder blades, spine and lower back.

"Lower..." It came out of the younger man's mouth before he could think what he said. He was relaxed. Slowly he could feel like his brain was joining his muscles in a pile of goo.

Ryuzaki's hands moved slightly lower, brushing the top of the towel.

"Lower..."

Ryuzaki's hands slid slightly under the rim of the towel but it apparently didn't satisfy Light because he started to writhe and push his backside up to meet more of Ryuzaki's blissful touches. It was time for something else, like muscle lifting. Ryuzaki made one hand into an "L" shape and moved his palm in the direction of his thumb, applying pressure and gradually pinching his fingers together, closing the gap between the thumb and forefinger lifting Light's muscles. He was alternating hands with a windshield wiper motion and it felt so good that soft moans and occasional growls fell from Light's mouth regularly at this point. Then Ryuzaki used his knuckles carefully avoiding the spine and without pressure to the lower back. It was just perfect and Light wanted it to never end.

Then the hands on his back formed loose fists, with knuckles and fingers in contact with the back, he slid them up and continued up and over the shoulders. Light shivered in delight when Ryuzaki lightly drag the knuckles back.

"Take a slow, deep breath into your stomach, Yagami-kun. It will help you relax."

Ryuzaki was lifting the muscles connecting Light's neck to his shoulders and rubbed them moving around the head. He repeated the sweet torture with every detail on both sides of Light's back few times; his touches ever precise and never turned sloppy, even though he surely had to be at least slightly tired by all this effort.

"Take deep breaths, Yagami-kun."

Then Ryuzaki stopped for a moment and Light could feel him move to kneel above his head. With an extended thumb he began to make upward strokes between the shoulder blade and the backbone, from the hips, towards the head. As one thumb slid off, the other one began its stroke upwards. Once again Light was hit with a sudden need to feel the touch lower. He moaned louder than before and cracked his eyes open. He was met with a view of Ryuzaki's jean clad crotch.

His breath hitched.

Ryuzaki didn't seem to notice anything. He gradually moved over and continued the strokes on the other side once again avoiding the spine. Then both his thumbs moved to the upper back and very slowly began to slide down the back again. When he reached the top of the hips, his thumbs lingered there for a moment and Light with a rising dread realised what it did to his body.

No!

Ryuzaki was repeating the motion, completely unaware of Light's distress. With each stroke he moved a bit farther to the sides and away from the spine, then applied some twists, and suddenly he was back at Light's side. Before the poor boy could feel any relief from this fact, Ryuzaki reached around the far hip with one hand, while his other hand rested on the near hip. With a fluid motion he pulled one hand towards himself as the other one was pushing away; in the middle, they slid against each other, in opposite directions. He repeated this stroke up the back until he reached the shoulder area, and by the time his hands came back down Light was already fully hard.

It was a mistake. He let his guard down. He let himself relax in Ryuzaki's hands and he was now completely naked and ridiculously aroused on his bed. Of course that was the moment Ryuzaki chose to go lower and repeat the earlier motions on Light's thighs. There was no point in fighting it now. Light released the shivering sigh and spread his legs a bit more, giving Ryuzaki more access than needed.

"Oh, Ryuuuuuzaki..."

Brilliant hands moved down and took care of Light's calf. Light wasn't sure anymore if he was still inside his own body or was he maybe floating above. It was an experience out of this world. Expert fingers were touching, rubbing and pressing specific points on Light's feet and it was like pushing buttons of body relaxation. It was simply amazing.

Then Ryuzaki was moving his hands back up, caressing his thighs.

"Higher... please...! Ryuzaki... please, don't stop!"

Ryuzaki visibly hesitated for a moment but moved his fingers a bit higher, brushing the lower part of Light's buttocks. It wasn't enough. Light wanted to have them massaged too. It would be so perfect, so good. He needed it.

"More...please... Ryuzaki..."

His heartbeat increased. He was losing control over his own body and its needs but even though it scared him a bit, he simply didn't want it to stop. He wanted these hands everywhere, outside, inside and all over his body.

"Higher, Ryuzaki, please!"

Uncertainly and hesitantly Ryuzaki slid his hands under the hem of the towel placing three fingers of each hand on Light's cheeks and slowly started to do circling motions, making the other man moan shamelessly.

"Yesss... Just like that, Ryuzaki... Please, don't stop...!"

He was spreading Light's cheeks apart with the movements and from under the towel he could clearly see the most private and the most tempting part of his body, so relaxed, unprotected; so open... His thumbs itched to join in and...

He shook his head. What the hell was he doing? It was the son of Yagami Soichiro... The man would kill him for lying hands on his precious boy... though... L really wanted to touch him there... just once... especially that it seemed to be what the boy wanted, or at least wouldn't mind. He was arching his back and spreading his legs wearing thin Ryuzaki's patience. What if he tickled him there with slightest of touches...?

He swallowed hard.

"More, Ryuzaki... harder..."

They heard some noise from the other side of the door and Ryuzaki's hands disappeared. Then the door burst open and a very angry looking chief of the Police stepped into the room glaring daggers at the very surprised looking detective and his mortified son...

...TBC