Author's Notes;;

Right, so this was planned to be a two-shot, but for some reason whenever I write in L's POV it winds up longer than planned. ;_;

Uhhhhh I got a lot of reviews between last time I updated and now, so I'll just give you guys a shout out here! :) Besides, my brain hurts too much to think of things to say. I was moderately inebriated while writing that chapter last night x_x how's that for irony?

Dotti55, Zuzuari, zoroVsanji, magyarova, glostarz, Shukakku the adorable raccoon, Hentai-Otaku

This is the last chapter.


We were a mess of limbs, tangled and clumsy, and I wanted nothing to stop the sensations he was causing to my lower region and I tugged at his shirt so it would go in the direction of 'up' and over his head. He had to take his hand out of my pants for that, and I growled at the loss of contact and then he held my shoulders. "Shhh, not so loud." He flipped me onto my back, "Let me…" he said and he slid his own hands under my shirt, skimming his fingertips gently over the flesh of my chest and I shivered as my shirt met his on the chain.

He placed one of his knees between my legs carefully and then lowered his face to mine, kissing me on the cheek before trailing his lips and tongue to my neck, and licking along my collarbone. Intermittent with the licking came the biting, which was like a fire that seemed to go straight to my groin and I gasped, my hands fumbling with the top of his sweatpants. "Wait," he said, sounding a bit nervous and he looked around. I tugged at the top of his pants and he bit his lower lip, shaking his head as if to clear it. "We…shouldn't do this here," he said and I looked around.

"Everyone's asleep," I whispered and he chuckled, bringing his lips to mine once more. But the contact did him in and I pressed the advantage, slipping my own hand beneath his pants and boxers like he had done to me before.

"No…f-fair," he moaned, thrusting into my grasp and I had him. He was young and more driven by hormones; I could take advantage of that. Then it was my turn to be surprised and I felt my own pants and boxers slide down my legs. He moved his own legs long enough to get my garments off of me, and he said, "Well if that's what you want…" And then we were both naked aside from his socks, which I found slightly amusing; the same socks that had been his downfall at Twister.

Flesh pressed against flesh and his erection rubbed against mine in an intoxicating way as he kissed me again and my hips acted on their own, crushing my pelvis against his, rubbing against him as we seemed to be feeding off of each other's desires. I knew the biting would leave marks and should have hurt more, and I supposed the alcohol had dulled my senses, and then he sucked on two of his fingers and I wondered why. I didn't have to wonder for very long as he stuck them into my hole and my eyes widened and I hissed at the uncomfortable sensation. And then he slid them out, then back in and opened them up in a scissor-like motion. "No," I said, and he kissed me again, and I remembered where we were. "Wanna…" I said, "wanbeontop."

"You can't," he said, "You're too drunk and I'm not risking you ripping open a vein or something inside of me." I cursed the damned punch for tasting so good and realized we'd never had cake – looking at Light, I hoped this was better than cake. Maybe I could find it afterward… And then his fingers found the area just behind my sac and I moaned, immense pleasure taking over and he whispered, "Turn around." If this felt like that, it would definitely be better than cake.

I did so without complaint this time and we had to move the chain. It wound up beneath me, the combination of our shirts a makeshift pillow which I placed my forearms on. It was difficult in the confines of the conjoined sleeping bags, but I was glad we'd joined the two together instead of only using one – or staying separate. I felt the head of him at my entrance and he pushed in slowly so I could get used to it. It was uncomfortable, like his fingers had been at first, and then he shifted out position so I was lying more flat and I felt him hit that spot again as he entered me all the way.

I rested my forehead on my arms and realized I was sweating, and Light's abdomen against my back felt slick and the muffled sound of balls slapping against skin as his thrusts caused my own hardened member to rub against the soft inside of the sleeping bag as my head reeled and my heartbeat quickened. "Oh God," I heard him whisper and I began to get into the rhythm, thrusting back to meet him despite the trembling in my arms from having to support my weight. "Ryuuzaki, I don't think I'll last much longer."

His breath tickled my ear and I felt one of his arms around my waist and his long fingers were wrapped around the most sensitive part of my body once again, and he began to stroke in time to our thrusts. "Light," I groaned and ignored his 'Shhh,' instead moaning once more. It wasn't that I didn't care; I just didn't notice how loud I was being. There were too many distractions and I'd had too much alcohol. Then the world exploded and I screamed, my sight obscured by what appeared to be dancing white lights like stars and blinking didn't help, then I realized my eyes were closed and I felt Light shove into me hard and stay there, warm liquid filling me and my own spilling onto the sleeping bag.

I heard movement and voices around me. "What was that?" "You alright?" "Gyahh I wanna go back to sleep" "We're getting attacked!" I collapsed, Light on top of me, and I found my breath and was going to attempt to smooth this over before they figured it out.

"I had a nightmare, sorry…go back to sleep." There, that could account for the screaming.

I heard a male voice chuckle and say, "Sure…nightmare, or was it a wet dream? It smells like sex in here." And then the lights turned on and a pig-tailed blonde stood over us, and she shrieked at the top of her lungs.


As requested by Liz and Vic...they got caught by Misa.

;)

Yes, that's the end.