Author's Note: I was going to save this chapter for later, but decided to stop bullshitting around and get to what people actually want to read. XD
As you can tell, this chapter is over 2x the length of any of the previous chapters... The next one may or may not be shorter, I have no idea... anyway, please enjoy.
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"Even while we live handcuffed to each other, you still believe I am Kira?" Light asked quietly, not looking up. It was day three of living with L, and the two of them had devoloped usual spots on the couch that adorned their living room, which they were sitting in now.
"It is still a slim chance, but yes." L responded softly, in his usual unemotional tone. "You seem to be thinking about this more than me. That makes-"
"Makes me seem even more suspicious, I know. Save it." Light snapped. He finally looked over at the detective, his hair hanging over his eyes. L glanced up as well; his eyes seemed cold and analytical, as always, searching Light for any sort of clue, constantly trying to put together the puzzle that was Light's personality.
"What do you intend to do then, Raito?" L seemed to muse. He was firm in his beliefs, never wanting to be wrong, and what annoyed Light the most about such an attitude was that With L, it held grounds, since he was never that far off from the truth. "You haven't given me much reason to believe that you are not Kira, though you are welcome to prove me wrong at any time."
Light stood, pulling taught the chain connecting them, his head tilted downward, but his eyes still fixated on L. Everything about that man annoyed him; the way he believed that his posture affected his thinking power; the way he could shovel down sweets with no repercussions; the way he never slept, was always just there, watching.
"What do you want me to do, Ryuzaki?" In a flash, he was inches from L, with one arm on either side of his head, leaning against the back of the couch, pinning L in place without actually touching him. L looked a bit taken aback by the sudden movement, but remained silent, his eyes pring into Light's mind frantically, but not finding any sort of answer. Light looked L straight in the eye, and he could tell that L was holding his breath; this fact made an idea pop into Light's head that hadn't quite occurred to him before. "What can I do to prove to you that I'm not kira?"
It was then that Light confirmed his sudden suspicion, as the detective he hovered over looked very uneasy just by being so close, even though he was the one that chained them together in the first place. He did indeed seem to have a secret weapon he could still use against L; himself. He let out a soft, low, seductive chuckle and watched L squirm, adding to his new belief. "What do you analyze of this?" Light mused, turning the situation into a sort of game.
L remained motionless as he regained his composure. He was sure that Light could hear his heart racing. He couldn't piece together what it was that this boy did to him, but with Light just inches from his face, the boy's warm scent began overpowering his mind. "I analyze that you are gay, and are trying to seduce me." L swallowed hard right after saying this, though Light was too surprised at how plainly he stated his observation to notice. "It will not work." L added at the end, though his eyes told a different story.
"Oh?" Light leaned closer, his lips mere centimeters from L's. L tried to control his breathing and mantain his general composure.
"Yes." Said L, holding his breath once more.
"Because it seems to me like I'm succeeding as we speak." He let forth another chuckle as he called L's bluff, and his lips brushed lightly against the detective's lower lip, and as it happened, his heart seemed to skip a beat. Light's chest tightened, and he had to hold his breath for a moment the way L had done. His mind was screaming at him, filled with mixed emotions, but he kept his eyes on L's, unable to avert his gaze. His lips tingled slightly, yearning for just one more touch.
L's eyes were wide with alarm at this point, and he pressed his back against the couch, trying to put as much space between himself and Light as possible. His whole body was rigid, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, and he could only be grateful that his knees still separated his torso from Light's.
"You stay on your side of the couch..." L's warning sounded fearful as he tried to push himself even further from light. "What do you think you're going to accomplish by doing this? Do you think if you seduce me you can get me to tell you my name? Do you believe that you can make me give in to your every demand just like tha-" L's voice wavered and gave out as Light carressed his fingertips against his cheek, sending a shiver down his spine. L pushed his knees tightly together, his own fingertips clawed into the couch, and his heart palpitated uncontrollably.
"I'm not trying to accomplish anything, Ryuzaki." Light grinned darkly. "I'm going on... I guess you could call it a whim at this point." L's bangs brushed gently against Light's forehead, and once again, he had to restrain himself from whatever sick temptation he was suddenly experiencing. Light's inner mind was screaming, torn to pieces by the conflicting ideas he was getting. He knew what he wanted, but the problem was he didn't want to want it. Not with L... Not with his worst enemy.
"You're making me very uncomfortable, Raito-kun..." L murmured, unable to raise his voice any louder. He was beginning to feel the tension in his jeans, whether he liked it or not. His chest was heavy, his breathing hard; for the first time, Light was actually scaring him, and his body had never reacted so strongly.
"What's the matter?" Light's lips brushed once again against L's; the lightest of carresses, almost accidental, but enough to drive both men mad. Light's clothes suddenly felt constricting; almost suffocating. He didn't understand why he felt this way around L all of a sudden. These emotions... He had never experienced them around Misa, or any other girl... Or any guy, for that matter. He didn't think he was ... gay... He couldn't be. He didn't want to be, but looking into those dark sleepless eyes made his heart race like never before. It all just made him want to...
"Please... Leave me alone..." L nearly whispered, shaking Light from his train of thought. His bent knees were now the only thing keeping Light from noticing the physical proof of his arousal, and he was afraid what would happen if he did.
Light grinned. It was so gratifying to finally have some sort of power over L; some way to get back at him. The way L begged just made him want more. He wanted to make him cry out for help, beg for mercy, writhe with sick, masochistic pleasure as Light continued his dark, demented acts. Light's body began to ache, begging for some sort of release from the tension. His primal instincts yearned to take control; to unleash the passion he was was holding desperately inside, and every moment he spent in such close proximity to L made it harder and harder to hold himself back.
L's body trembled as angst flooded his mind. The last thing he wanted to do was give in to Light, but his body wanted it so bad. The hot passion he hadn't felt for so long; the satisfaction he knew that only Light could, or would give him. But could he really risk showing such a weakness at a time like this? Could he jeopardize the whole investigation just to fulfill his own twisted desires?
Seeing L shake, even slightly, drove Light past his limit, and he suddenly closed the distance between himself and L, pressing their lips firmly together. L froze, panicking, parlyzed by a mix of fear, confusion, and desire. But when Light's fingers found the side of his neck, any thoughts of resistance or struggle melted away, and L found himself helpless beneath Light's touch.
L's muscles relaxed, and his eyes closed as he gently, nervously allowed himself to press his lips back against Light's. He was furious with himself beyond any words in his vast vocabulary, being defeated so easily, allowing his weakness to be exploited to this extent. He let his legs relax, instead of keeping them locked in place as before, and his knees spread ever-so-slightly apart.
Light pressed further, pulling L's knees the rest of the way apart and getting as close to him as the couch would allow. He could feel what L had been trying to hide from him pressing against his lower abdomen, and his desire became even more fueled. He ran the tip of his tongue across L's bottom lip, but the moment L offered what he sought, Light jerked back. An incessant rapping was coming from their door, and both men sighed their dismay and relief as the moment was shattered.