A/N: Yay, a new chapter. It's a continuation of the previous one, and I orginally planned on ending this fiction with this chapter as the conclusion, but it's become a little more popular than I thought it would be. Soo, in that case, I'll probably be continuing on. :) Thanks again to all who have submitted their reviews, subscribed, alerted, fave'd, PM'd, etc...Your comments really support and motivate me. Thank you!

Enjoy Chapter Four.


Chapter Four: Game

L brought his soft, sugar-sweetened lips to the younger agent's spine and kissed along the length of the rigid vertebrae, sneaking his tongue against the smooth, untainted flesh, passing the small of Light's back until he reached the place between his shoulder blades. Here, L's tongue returned, dragging its wet, slick form against the curve of Light's neck and the hard underside of his jawline. The detective nibbled –daring to bare an incisor into Light's flesh, although drawing no ounce of blood. He suckled his throat and collar and smiled inwardly as the younger man moaned. L sensed the low sound vibrate beneath his lips. He breathed onto Light's neck.

"Mmm…"

In yearning for a deeper, more satisfying sensation of ecstasy, L brought his hand over the younger detective's growing erection and grasped the warming member tenderly, pumping – slowly – at a constant rate, for now. Light, too, brought his hand to his member and sat his hand atop L's.

With L, he gently pumped.

"Nnnah'…Damnit, Ryuzaki...Ahh…Yes."

"Admit," the word was uttered yet again. L sunk his teeth into the crook of the younger detective's neck, carelessly allowing warm wisps of breath wash over the moistening flesh and spike ongoing chills down the Light's spine. L licked. "Tell me…"

"Uhnnn'…Noo…" Light gasped at the little nibbles at his neck – the small shocks of pain. He struggled for a full breath, quivering at such proficient mouth-work against his throat. He moaned and leaned his head back. L did not hesitate to smother the agent's elongated neck with kisses and licks. Light's eyelids drooped. He barely murmured, "I-I'm not - "

L cut him short. "Do not provoke me, Light-kun. I will."

A pause. Light failed to do so little as to utter a response to the detective's malicious promise, instead pushing out an uncertain stammer, overtaken by the situation he found himself bound in. He felt the detective's tongue teasing the grooves of his ear, welcoming itself to the lobe, soft lips suckling on the tiny flap of skin.

L murmured into his ear. "…What do you say, Light-kun?"

"I'm not Kira," was the quaking reply. "I've told you, Ryuzaki-san…Many times."

L groaned a noise of displeasure. "Light-kun…I'm disappointed. I expected better from you. Perhaps better cooperation," he spoke in low monotone, making sure his words came out emphasized, and deliberate. "You're making this harder than it truly should be." L passed sigh. "But, it's no matter. Although, I am sorry that you have to be in such pain. I never wanted this."

The detective thrusted into him.

Light cried.

The pain – the ache – it reigned. The sensation struck his entirety with each pump inducted upon his entrance, and it rattled his systems, forcing him to call out in broken cries that quivered from his throat. He became engulfed in a sick, terrible combination of emotions – in a swirling mess of pain and in ecstasy. His clandestine persona as Kira grew hungry for a sense of domination, craved to overtake the detective and place him in a situation of pain – to turn the tides. But, Light as an innocent agent – this persona yearned for more pleasure, for more lovemaking, despite the pain that it produced and ensued. Light writhed in such distress, whining and whimpering, groaning out as he felt himself turn onto his side.

He groaned with each of the detective's pumps. "Uhnnn….Ohhh…Mmm."

Watching, L aided the younger man into a new position. He separated Light's legs and elevated one above his head, cradling it in both of his hands. He kept one of Light's legs against the floor, and to ensure that it would remain unmoving, he sat himself on top of it. He scooted closer towards the younger agent's entrance – further on top of his thigh – and resumed pumping.

Anguish struck again. Pleasure struck again.

Light whined. The detective watched his victim with somber, slate-gray eyes - intently. He watched his face – cringed, flushed with a faint scarlet hue, his forehead decorated in beads and thin rivulets of perspiration, his brunette hair out-of-place, swept across his face…

Despite all of it, Light still held such beauty.

L pumped quicker, groaning. "Come on, Light-kun..."

The climax was approaching.

With his last trace of residing vigor, L thrusted deeper than any moment prior, protruding deep within the younger agent's entrance. He held there for Light to endure, his erection pulsating.

Light shuddered, chest heaving.

Weary, L exhaled. "Say it, Light-kun," was his airy command. "You are Kira."

Light did not respond, rather, he couldn't. Exhausted from the detective's sustaining inductions of pain, and pleasure, he grew lax on his side, listening to his quivering breaths enter and depart his lungs in broken, shaken in- and exhales. Through obscured vision - through droopy eyes - he stared, aimlessly, at the floor. He watched his mind fool him. The tiles merged to one, blurred pool of sameness, a confounding, dizzying image of indistinction. He ignored feeling of the blood trickling down the length of his leg, ignored the enveloping pain, L's voice…Everything.

He closed his eyes. "Ohh…"

L would not settle for silence. He demanded a response. He executed the unexpected upon the young agent, and thrusted the head of his erection deeper inside the entrance, penetrating, seemingly, the very depth of it. From Light came a trembling cry, one that struck and pierced the atmosphere.

With the pain, seduction followed.

The young detective felt his own erection release onto the flooring.

He moaned louder.

"Ohhh!"

The detective felt a trace of concern flicker within him. He pumped slowly. "Light-kun…" the whisper. "All I want you to do is admit the truth. Do this, and this endeavor will end."

"I have nothing to admit!" Light retorted. "I'm not Kira!"

"Light-kun…Forgive me for this."

He thrusted, yet another time, and held his erected member deep within Light's entrance. He kept it there like the time prior, but this time, clutched the younger agent's leg as he felt a wave of heat wash through him. His form tensed, and in a groan, he released.

Together, they cried out in passion - in pain, in exhaustion – and, together, they panted in unison, having grown fatigued from this extensive, demanding method. A burning sensation began to scorch Light's entrance, having grown worn by the detective's inducted pushes, thrusts, plunges – and, now, his release.

Light failed to comprehend the situation, failed to regain control of his senses and maintain sanity, feeling his form writhe against the cool, tiled ground.

What was this?

L's warm release had trickled from entrance and the curve his thigh, pooling on the ground in a small puddle. Light glanced at the puddle, a mixture of the detective's clearish liquid and the young agent's pure-crimson blood. He listened to low, indistinct noises drag from his throat, listened to an unrecognizable voice whimper and utter indistinguishable words of ache, fatigue, passion and yearning…He listened to his heartbeat echo amid his head and his breathing falter, becoming unsteady in wavering breaths.

Was it over?

"Ohh…Uhnn…Mmm…" his moans began to subside.

No.

"Confess!" L demanded.

The unexpected arose. The detective induced another swift thrust.

Light quaked. He bit his lip. "Ahhh! Ryuzaki-san…I-I - "

No longer, he admitted, could he hide. Enduring the method any longer would only jeopardize his physicality and further obscure his sanity. He didn't want to undergo such a thing. He would not, and could not, persist.

Now, it was finished.

Through a gasp for air, he began to confess in a broken voice.

Light sighed, shakily. "Ryuzaki-san…"

"Tell me, Light-kun."

Silence, for a moment.

"…I-I'm Kira."

Finished.

L slid his member from the entrance, leaving a thin rivulet of clearish release behind. He laid himself on his side, beside the weary, younger agent, facing him with those same somber, slate-gray eyes. He stared at him from behind strands of black hair.

Although his vision was obscured, Light could distinguish a small smile on the detective's eerie complexion, and he watched a pale, slender hand move to the side of his face. He felt L stroke his cheek and ease wisps of his brunette hair from his perspiration-matted forehead, all before he planted a soft kiss against his lips. Light was too weak to return it.

L smiled a little wider. "I knew it all along," he murmured. "I just couldn't resist you, Light-kun. I, too, must confess." A pause. "I love you."

Light glanced aside. "I'm not sure I can say the same, Ryuzaki-san. Yet…"

"I understand your reasoning. It's only sensible." He took his hand.

Light watched him, and exhaled. "What will you do with me now? Arrest me already."

L watched him. "...I don't want to."

Light blinked. "You have to. You can't let me be. You can't let Kira live. It isn't - "

The detective silenced him, pressing his sugar-flavored lips to the younger agent's pure, soft mouth. There was a brief moment of silence when the kiss was held, when the detective peered deeply into the younger agent's reddish-brown stare with somber, steady eyes, and, absently, kissed him harder. L parted their lips, genuinely, and met the other man's gaze.

He licked his lips. "You're right, Light-kun. I should arrest you, and report this to the others of the task force. As a detective, that's my duty... But…" His smile had vanished. "I'm feeling guilty now. What I did was technically torture... It felt like torture, watching you endure such a thing... I inducted pain on you to obtain the answer I desired. I admit, my method was unlike me." He paused. "I wish to discover Kira's identity in a more… righteous manner. You'll have to forgive me for doing this to you…"

Perplexity played across Light's features.

He wouldn't be arrested?

He arched an eyebrow. "What are you planning, Ryuzaki…"

"We'll play the game - L vs. Kira…" L smiled. "Yes…No one will know that I already know who Kira us. No one will know about this discussion or situationeither. Until I can think of a way to defeat you, Kira – righteously - you and I will be stuck in this game."

Light smiled.

A game.

He liked the sound of that.

"Good luck…Ryuzaki-san." He smirked. "You may have won today. But, in the end…I will win."

L nodded. "May justice prevail."


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