Part 3
His back to L, Light lied with his eyes opened wide.
He could feel the detective's body shifting somewhere so close to him, a mere foot away on the same bed, underneath the same duvet.
It was ridiculously hot now. With their combined heat being repressed under the covers, Light was quickly beginning to sweat. His erection wasn't going down and the heat was making him even more flustered.
Five minutes passed in tense and unnatural silence, they both drenched in sweat. Light could smell his cologne as sweat dripped from underneath his hair and cascaded alongside his jaw to sink into his pillow and… and he could smell L's fricking strawberry bodywash!
The bastard was there, just as hot, just as aroused and sweating right next to Light, and the latter was losing his reason to homicidal thoughts. How he wanted to choke the annoying detective, who had put him through all this torture for his own sick pleasure. Light could do it with that chain, which L loved so much that he NEVER took it off, not even when they took turns to shower!
Light imagined doing it, and then pushing L's dead body off the bed and finally getting it all to himself, without any of the detective's infections… But first he'd change all the sheets, and shower, because he didn't want any of L still on him…
Light caught himself as his fingers traced the contours of his taunt stomach and began fingering his erection over his night-time pants. He quickly withdrew his hand and glared at the darkness.
"Weren't you going to work tonight?" Light asked, unable to take it anymore. He couldn't do it with L under the covers! L had to go away! Light was going to kill him!
"No, I think I am going to give it a rest tonight. Does Light-kun have a problem with that?" L responded, his back to Light.
"Not at all, please take a rest," Light hissed insincerely.
L turned over to face Light and saw that the brunette was on his back and glaring to the side at him. There was pure hatred in his chocolate eyes.
"Light-kun's chances of being Kira…" L never got the chance to finish the sentence because Light had climbed on top of him and was punching his face.
L struggled, his body trapped between Light's thighs but he managed sit up and grab the brunette by the throat and begin to suffocate him.
Light tried to loosen the grip on his neck, but he couldn't. L watched as his suspect's handsome face turned strained. Being in this position was causing Light to press his hardness against L's abdominal, and the detective could feel it jolt as Light struggled.
Suffocation can cause ejaculation, L's mind unhelpfully supplied the information.
L reached up and licked Light's wrists slowly. Light's teeth bared and he clawed on L's hands as hard as he could, while L just kept licking and kissing Light's exposed forearms, dipping down until his tongue reached the sleeve.
With a final challenging look into his suspect's eyes, L smirked and released him.
Light found himself being roughly shoved off and hurled to his side of the bed. The brunette choked, catching his breath and when he finally managed to lift his head to look at L, he saw him smirking.
Light's arm was still damp from L's sticky mouth and Light's heart was boiling.
With a quick jerk of his hand he pulled the chain, causing L to hiss in pain as his hand got yanked as far as it would go. Light mercilessly hopped on it and trapped it with his knee, using his other knee to pin the detective's chest down.
L tried to pull out, but he wasn't fast enough. Light managed to pin both his wrists down before sliding on top of him, this time forcing an angry kiss on L's mouth. L struggled, unwilling and refusing to play along, but Light wasn't interested in reciprocation. He wanted to impose it on L, the way L had licked him without his permission, so pinning both hands underneath the man, he used one hand to open the man's jaw and slip his tongue deep inside L's mouth.
He licked the other's tongue, swiped around the cavity, and suddenly L eagerly licked back. His talented tongue swirled around Light's. It was L's oral fixation, without a doubt. Of course, L was going to enjoy this!
However Light continued kissing, trying to make a point of who dominated the situation and L wriggled his body underneath him, rubbing them together as their tongues wetly slid against each other.
Satisfied with what he had done to L, Light pulled away. He looked down at the panting detective with a smirk before he lied back down on his side of the bed.
However, L wasn't going to allow Light to have the last word. He inched closer to him and Light sharply turned around and glared back at him warily, uncertain what was to come. Finally L was really close and the heat between them was absolutely unbearable. They stared at each other, their breaths mixing in a heated mist between them. Light's hair was sticking to his temples from sweat, and he could feel his skin underneath his nightclothes just as damp with perspiration. But the way L was looking at him…
Suddenly L was kissing him again, full on the lips with a tongue begging for entrance. Light couldn't hold back, he opened his mouth and allowed it, kissing back fiercely. This didn't feel so much like a competition anymore. They were both sliding closer until they bodies had aligned and their legs had intertwined. It felt god-damned good and L wanted more of it, but Light was reluctant to give into the feeling.
He was weary of L, and all of the games he played. But Light couldn't quite say no, in the exited state that his body was. He gripped the front of L's shirt and pulled him closer, and they kissed deeply and feverishly, desperate with arousal.
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