part six
Light tilted his head to the side, watching as L's thoughts raced about his mind. He waved his fingers from their spot where L was holding his arms aloft. Light knew very well what L's hesitation in answering meant.
L was a genius, and he didn't need something like time to reply to something if he already knew the answer like he claimed. Hesitation meant that what he was trying so hard to convince himself of wasn't necessarily the truth.
"I can make you feel so good," he whispered as he tried to twist his wrists out of L's grasp. They struggled against each other for a few moments, but Light managed to get free. "Just let me touch you. I'll show you."
L shuffled further back on the bed, his usually blank expression wide with shock and apprehension as he stared at Light crawling towards him. He bent his legs and curled them tightly to his chest, jumping slightly when Light's hand reached out and smoothed over the outside of his jean clad thigh.
"Relax, L," Light whispered, firmly ignoring the way his voice shook from excitement.
"Light cannot be serious about this. You're confused."
Light paused, blinking his eyes slowly as he stared into clouded ebony.
In that simple statement Light heard L's resolve cracking. The other boy's usually so calm and collected, emotionless and monotone voice shaking with excitement… or nerves.
Light wasn't sure which it was, but he was determined to find out.
"I know what I want," he murmured, laying his other hand on L's leg and slowly spreading them apart. Those black eyes that he'd taken to seeing in his dreams stared widely at him, but there was no resistance or protest even when Light led L to lay flat on his back.
L's hands moved to Light's shoulders; his long fingers curling in the white shirt he'd worn that day. "What do you want?"
"You," he answered smoothly. He crawled to kneel between L's legs, trailing his hands across L's shirt covered abdomen and up his chest.
"We tried this before, Light, and it didn't work."
Always the rational one, Light thought with a roll of his eyes. "Just relax, L." He slid one hand into ebony locks, giving them a slight tug as he leaned down to brush his lips lightly across L's.
Those thin lips that had been torturing him by always being on his mind when L wasn't around, or when he was, Light could hardly think of anything other than kissing them.
The kiss was sloppy, and L's inexperience shined through the longer it went on. Light could feel L press his head back into the pillow as if he was trying so hard to put a bit of space between them, but the harder he tried to get away, the more adamant Light became in keeping their lips pressed together.
With a groan Light slowly slid his legs back, moving to lie flat on L's stretched out body as he held the black haired student's cheek in his palm. He scratched his thumb nail gently along the length of L's jaw line, nipping at his lips until L got the hint and opened his mouth. Light wasted no time, sliding his tongue into L's waiting mouth with a loud groan. His hips thrust down against L's thighs as their tongues brushed over and over, twisting and sliding against each other.
Light nearly lost the last bit of control he had when L's long fingers slid into his hair, pulling the strands roughly with his fingers as the kiss continued. When his lungs started to burn for air, Light pulled back, keeping his hand against L's face to make sure the blushing student wouldn't be able to turn away.
"Relaxed yet?" he whispered, surprised at how breathless his voice was.
L looked like he was debating between either pulling Light's head back down, or shoving him so hard that he would bust right through the wall.
Light sighed, taking in the way L was biting his bottom lip, black eyes darting around the room to look at anything that wasn't the brunet laying on top of him.
"I think I'll take your silence as a no," he mumbled, lifting his body up with a deep scowl. L sighed in relief when Light's weight was no longer holding him down, and his hands slid out of Light's hair and dropped limp onto the mattress.
"Maybe you should go now," L said, his gaze glued to the ceiling above him.
Light didn't even know why he listened, but he was standing and smoothing out his shirt in a moment. He let his eyes trail over L's stretched out body longingly, every inch of him aching to lay back down and continue where they'd stopped.
Instead, Light walked over to L's desk and picked up a small chocolate kiss, moving back to the bed to place it on the center of L's chest.
He left the room before he could catch any reaction.
The air was thick with tension the following day in class. L sat crouched in his chair with his long fingers wrapped around his ankles, and he didn't move his gaze from where he was staring at the bottom of the board.
The whispering started once Light was behind his desk, elbow on the table with his chin resting in the palm of his hand. He didn't want to hear what they had to say, but it was impossible to drown out every single word, and the snippets he caught were slowly driving him insane.
"Misa confirmed that Light is sleeping with L."
"They were flirting after classes yesterday! Light had his hands all over L!"
In an attempt to ignore everyone else, Light actually tried to pay attention to the lecture. He even took a few notes and solved a few of the problems that the professor had written on the board. It still wasn't enough, however, to keep his eyes from trailing over to L's hunched back; it wasn't enough to keep all the whispers from reaching his ears.
He honestly didn't even know why it was bothering him so much, as he usually didn't give his fellow classmates a second thought; however, every comment they made about how he and L were likely seeing each other… he would think back to all the times at the coffee shop, of the times that he went to the other student's room, of when L actually came to his apartment.
Then he remembered how L had actually denied him; how L had somehow managed to get Light to leave when he finally had him right where he wanted him.
Light sighed, closing his notebook as the professor closed up his lecture and dismissed the class. His eyes strayed to L as the other student stood and threw his bag over his shoulders. A flash of empty black catches Light's attention for a brief moment, and seconds later he realized that L had turned to look at him before leaving the class with red cheeks, embarrassed at having been caught.
Light waited for an hour at the café before finally admitting to himself that L had done something that he hadn't expected. He had figured that L would have refused to show that Light had thrown him off with what had happened the night before and would actually pretend like nothing had changed.
Clearly, Light was wrong.
By not showing up that day after classes, L was basically telling him that he was uncomfortable, that Light had knocked him off of his high tower of confidence. Light had won that little victory; however, after sitting alone, watching his coffee slowly cool off, Light realized that L hadn't actually lost at all.
Light was waiting for someone else. Light was sitting and thinking about someone who wouldn't even show up. The simple fact that he was doing that just proved that L was definitely ahead in their little game. He doubted that the other student was sitting in his dorm debating on whether or not he should give into Light's advances, but Light was definitely thinking about how badly he wanted L to finally submit to him.
Light left the café with his fingers tightly gripping the straps of his bag, his thoughts rolling around in his head with absolutely no purpose. L, by doing absolutely nothing, had thrown him off track.
Light walked without paying much attention to where he was heading, and when he looked to the side and noticed that he was passing by a few of the dorms, he couldn't help but pause in his steps. He stared at L's building, wondering if the black haired boy was sitting in there and sucking on his disgusting sugar cubes, or if he was staring out of his window right then and wondering what Light Yagami was doing standing outside.
I wonder what he'd do if I showed up at his door right now.
Sighing, Light started walking towards the building, cursing L Lawliet for making him actually question himself.
The building was loud with shouts from the students living there, but Light noticed that when he would pass by an open door, the people inside would become deathly silent, and if he were to look over his should he was sure he'd see them sticking their heads out of the door with curious expressions on their faces. His fellow classmates were definitely slow sometimes, but he knew that even they could connect his visit with L.
"What is he doing here?" he heard someone whisper.
His steps remained strong, and when he was finally in front of L's door, he was sure there was a small audience staring at him with wide eyes behind him. He knocked loudly, sighing and looking at his watch when L didn't answer.
"L? Its Light," he yelled through the wood, remembering that he had done this exact same thing the last time L had fled. "Open the door." He almost added please to that, but then he decided that L wasn't worth the politeness.
As expected, he heard shuffling from within the room, and he smiled charmingly when the door was pulled open and a black eye peered out at him through the small crack.
"What do you want, Light?" L asked, voice muffled by the door he was hiding behind.
Light held up his hands in a sign of peace. "Just to talk. We really need to talk and get things sorted between us."
He knew what L was going say even before he opened his mouth.
"It seems that whenever we try to talk, you always end up on top of me."
The group watching them gasped in unison.
Light could practically feel his reputation drop down another forty or so degrees after that statement. L seemed to have a knack for making a fool of him.
"L," his voice dropped to a mere whisper, "this conversation would be better said in private."
L shook his head, black hair swaying with the stiff movements. "I refuse to ever be alone with you again."
"Aren't you being a little overdramatic?" Light sighed, tilting his head to the side as he watched L debate with himself. "If I can't make it half an hour without keeping my hands to myself, I'll eat some sugar, and you know I hate sugar."
L scowled. "The only available sweets are the ones that I have in my room, which means they are mine. I'm not going to give up something as valuable as that to someone who doesn't appreciate them."
After a few seconds of tense silence Light realized that L was being absolutely serious.
"Well, what can I do to show that I'm being honest?"
L, in a rare sign of emotion, actually rolled his eyes. "If you want to make things better between us, then the best thing for you to do at this point would be to leave me alone."
Light took a deep breath, resisting the urge to just barge right into the room. He doubted that L would have been able to stop him.
"Fine," he said, turning around and then laughing at the way their audience scattered. "Will you be up late, L?" he asked over his shoulder, already walking towards the stairs.
"I don't see how it's any concern to you, but I don't sleep much at all," L answered calmly.
"Why's that?" He was shouting then, moving down the stairs and having to strain to hear L's reply.
"Insomnia."
Light walked slowly down the aisle in the grocery store, looking over every package carefully to make sure that he didn't miss what he was looking for.
He knew L's weakness, and as such, he knew that the other student wouldn't turn him away if he had a box of sugar cubes in his arms. When he spotted it, he pulled it off the shelf with a smile. After paying for the gift, Light walked back to the dorms quickly. He ignored the continued stares and whispers as he once again made the walk to L's room.
Since everyone on campus seemed to be freakishly involved with gossiping, everyone knew of L's addiction to all things sugary… which meant that by the next morning everyone would know that Light had given L the best gift possible.
If anyone had doubted that there was something going on between the two, after that night those doubts would be put to rest.
Holding the box in one hand, Light knocked on L's door with the other, shouting his now customary statement to get L to actually pay attention.
"I thought you were smart enough to understand what someone meant when they said go away," L said when he opened the door. "Clearly I was wrong."
Light rolled his eyes. "That's not the only thing you're wrong about."
L ignored that comment. "What do you want this time?" he said before adding quickly, "and I'm not letting you inside!"
"That's fine," Light said with a small smile, trying to imagine how L would act once he actually noticed what was in Light's hand. "I brought you something." He lifted the box up, and L's eyes brightened when he read the label.
"Sugar cubes?" He sounded hesitant, and the shine in his eyes dulled when he realized that Light had planned it.
"A peace offering," Light said, his smile growing when L pulled the door open further.
The group of students watching all started to whisper excitedly amongst themselves.
"I want to make a little trade," he continued when it became obvious that L wasn't going to just shut the door in his face.
L eyed him nervously. "I don't like the sound of that," he said, opening the door completely, however, in a show of interest.
Light held out the box. "For you."
L took it from him slowly, eyes darting around Light's face as he tried to read what was going through his mind. "I don't know what made you decide to do this," he mumbled, bringing the box to his chest.
"We're friends, right?" Light said with laugh. He leaned forward then, fast enough that L was too stunned to move away, and pressed their lips together. He kept the kiss short, and he turned away with a bright smile, having to gently nudge a few shocked students out of his way as he walked out of the building.
Before he made it outside, he heard L's door slam closed, and the hysterical shrieking from the group of people that had witnessed the whole thing.
He doubted that a small box of sugar cubes was going to be enough to make what L Lawliet was going to have to put up with worth it.
Which was exactly what Light was betting on. If the dorms became unbearable to live in… well, Light could find room for L in his own apartment.
And after that, L wouldn't be able to hide from what Light knew he really wanted.