Sorry

Sorry! Im not dead just busy.

From the time that L had first seen Light, he had been unusually attracted to him. At first, he wanted to get to know him in a curious sort of way that might eventually lead to a friendship between the two of them. However, by the time he invited him over to his house, L knew that there was something different about Light, something that made him different from a friend. You wouldn't sit alone in your room at night and jerk off to a friend, would you? You wouldn't undress a friend with your eyes in public places, and you definitely wouldn't know the exact places to touch on a friend to make them come faster. But you could do those things with Light. That's why when Light turned down his offer; the rejection hurt more than he expected it would.

Light had just told L quite plainly that he had no interest in accompanying him home. And why should he? Light was a well-dressed, polite human being who probably came from a well-off family and had no time for people like him. L got off the bus alone as usual and began the walk home more depressed than anything else. He was going to have to meet with the police in a few hours- Just thinking about having to deal with Kira was painful enough, now he was going to have the privilege of spending his usual thirteen-hour work day not only stressing about Kira but beating himself up over his rejection.

He reached the apartment, where fresh treats stood ready for company that was supposed to be there with him. However, since L had once again been rejected, he was going to eat his treats all by himself, as usual. Although they had only exchanged a few words together, Light was much more than a typical acquaintance. When L had first met him (or maybe it was the time after that, it was impossible to say. You really can't consume that much sugar and expect to think straight.) Light was wearing his school uniform; tan pants and shirt with a red tie. For some reason, L had found this incredibly attractive. At first he thought it was just typical envy, but then he realized that the pants and tie meant nothing to him, it was what was in the pants and tie that mattered: Light. This had opened up the portals of L's sick mind to all kinds of interesting fantasies about Light… All the different ways he could incapacitate a schoolboy. One of his favorites had to be the one where an innocent Light appears at his door out of nowhere with treats for him, pretending like he just intends to visit. Then Light starts to make his move, and before L can catch up Light has him in his arms and-

And all sorts of things like that. L never put much thought into the "gay" thing. He personally didn't believe in orientation. Being L, when he was a attracted to something (a jelly doughnut per say) he just put it in his mouth. He always figured it would work the same way with people, and why not?

That was why when Light DID show up it came as such a surprise. It was like all his dreams were coming true, and hey- why not?

L became obsessed with Light after their first encounter. He tried to memorize every detail of Light's more perfect body. In other languages, it would be called obsession, but to L it was love. Light was more perfect than L could ever hope to aspire to be. His perfect features, delicate touch, even the little faces he makes that he thinks people don't notice. But the best view of Light was undisputedly the face he makes when he's on the bottom. L loved that. To him, the best Light was an incapacitated Light. One of these days he was definitely going to have to tie him up in his uniform..thats would be the best. Just thinking about Light- Oh how he remembered Light…