Chapter 8:

The tip of his tongue tasted fruity. It was a rare thought, but maybe he'd had enough lollipops for the morning. After crunching off the last few bites of the candy, L chucked the white stick into the nearest trash bin.

The fading sound of running water alerted him. L repositioned his body to sit more snug in the armchair he'd been sitting in for the past thirty minutes. He noted how long Light's showers were. He would assume that a teenager as disciplined as Light, being that he was an outstanding, intelligent student, an honorable older brother, and the dearest, perfect son, would take quicker showers. But, considering that now the boy had all the time in the world, being locked under surveillance in a hotel suite, he now took longer showers. Taking into account the stresses of isolation and even then, the humiliation of being physically examined and having it be taped, L could reasonably assume that Light needed time to relax and think in the only private room that he had access to: the bathroom.

L's thoughts were then put physically on hold as the bathroom door swung open, revealing Light scrubbing a towel through his wet hair. Dressed in a loose shirt and sweats, the teenager staggered out of the steamy bathroom, not even noticing L as he walked past him to sit on the edge of the bed.

L watched, keeping to himself. He could smell, faintly, strawberries. Matsuda had chosen to buy a selection of fruity shampoos and conditioners. The corner of his mouth rose in amusement.

"Today sucks . . ." muttered Light. The towel hung over his head as he slumped forward, leaning his elbows on his knees. "I just . . . I just want to go outside." Light huffed to himself, as if responding to a snide remark. "You're enjoying this way too much . . ."

L tilted his head slightly. Did Light see right through him? He's not exactly enjoying this too much. This is all part of the investigation. Most of it, anyways.

L parted his lips, licking them. "Who is?"

Startled, Light jumped from the bed with a shout.

"Fuck!"

His towel had fallen to the floor, his wet hair clung to his face as his eyes bulged, giving away his terrified, unforgiving expression. Light's entire aura screamed that L had violated so many personal boundary rules.

"R-Ryuuzaki, what are you doing here?!"

The silence L responded with left Light backing away further across the room, his towel forgotten.

"You should make sure your hair is dry, so you don't get sick," L mumbled.

"What?" Light gave him an incredulous look. He shook his head. "No, no, why the fuck are you here? Answer me!"

"Who, you say, was 'enjoying this way too much'?" L asked, ignoring him. "Exactly, what is the context of 'this'?"

Light stared at L in shock. He looked off to the side, making L turn in the same direction, until he flipped his attention back onto L.

"Get out," Light grunted.

L shook his head once. "Not until you answer my questions."

"Ryuuzaki, get out. I don't even know why you're in here, you fucking creep!" Light's never cursed so much in his life. It's so liberating, but at the same time, it's not like him, but he's angry and confused and scared that he'll get found out. Just . . . FUCK!

"Creep?"

L slowly stood from the armchair.

Light made sure to keep his distance. Briefly, he wondered if Ryuk could handle physical objects such as apples, could he hurt someone if Light needed protection?

L slowly sauntered his way over to Light until he stood just a few feet away.

"I'm not a creep."

Light forced out a snicker. "Really? Then explain why the hell you're cooped up in a chair, in MY room, waiting for me." Light looked L up and down. What the hell does he want from me?

"It's called, 'pursuing what interests me.' In this case," L closed the distance, making direct eye contact with Light. "It is who," he whispered.

L waited for his words to sink in before stepping back. "So what's the answer?" he asked.

Light stood in silence for a short moment. He licked his lips; they were dry. He moved to pick up his abandoned towel. He shook it out and plopped it over his shoulder. He looked to L and nodded at him.

"You," he murmured.

L's brow rose. "What do you mean?"

"The answer. You."

In the back of his mind, L knew. Light was lying. It was obvious. But if Light wanted to play this game, L would play it, too.

"You're lying," L called the teenager out.

Light found it in himself to chuckle lightheartedly. He shook his head. "No, I'm not."

"Then prove it," L retorted. "If your words were really intended for me to hear, with myself in mind as the subject of your conversation, you would not have reacted the way you did."

L watched as Light's throat constricted slightly, a sign that he didn't like what was being said, or that he was holding himself back from, what L would guess, denying him.

"Tell me I'm lying," L said. He shrugged his shoulders. "I made this all up. You really were talking about me to me."

Light's brow rose in question as he analyzed L. "You are so . . . infuriating, and I don't even know you."

L shrugged.

"You talk like you know me." Light stepped forward, away from the wall he was trying to disappear into. "You don't know anything about me, Ryuuzaki."

L stared into Light's eyes. They were surprisingly subtle, unwavering, and stunningly beautiful up close.

"I beg to differ," mumbled L.

"You see this?" Light asked.

L titled his head, curious. Light flicked a hand between the both of them.

"This, this back-and-forth bickering. You are enjoying this." Light leaned back on one foot as a knowing smirk pulled on his face. "I take you as the type of guy that keeps his contacts to only a few people and his conversations short and to-the-point. But somehow, with me, you not only are straight-forward, but you beat-around-the-bush. You're in here because you 'pursue what interests you'?" Light chuckled. "What kind of bullshit is that?"

Light glanced away for just a second before he came forward and whispered into L's ear, "Tell me how you really feel."

When he pulled back, the squint in L's eyes immediately intrigued Light, as sudden as that may be. Light pulled the trigger and was able to shoot back. Finally, after so many times of him being stifled by his father and humiliated by those that work with him. Ryuk's questionable intentions and overwhelming laughter that implied that he knew more than Light was frustrating the hell out of him. Light wanted things to be back in his control.

L didn't respond to Light. He nodded at the teen, stepping away from him towards the room's exit.

"Light."

Light faced L with a look that permitted him to continue speaking.

"You're not a virgin, are you?"

The question left Light fisting his shirt into wrinkled clumps of fabric as the shock of it left him unable to respond to the small smug grin that appeared on L's face, before he, in his strange entirety, disappeared behind the closed door of the suite.


"You sure you wanna do that?"

"Leave me alone, Ryuk."

"I can't believe this. Humans are so fucking fun!"

"I said shut up, Ryuk."

"Look at yourself." The Shinigami laughed. "He turned you on so badly that you're as swollen red as an apple. Makes me wanna eat it."

"C-Could you just shut up!" Light whispered. His cheeks burned as he gripped himself harder. He stuffed the collar of his shirt back in his mouth, stifling the moans that he couldn't let out, lest he be heard in the other room.

Light couldn't deny it. Ryuk was right. Ryuuzaki did turn him on, extremely so. He didn't understand why, but the way Ryuuzaki challenged him, the way he looked at him, his scrutiny and prolonged pauses both severely bothered him, but left Light tingly in a way, as well.

Light couldn't ignore the way he felt . . . He felt an attraction towards him. Just what was going through his mind?

Just as the thought came to him, Light chanced a glance at Ryuk, who floated above the sink in front of him, watching him masturbate. Suddenly, Light slowed his ministrations.

"A-Are you angry?" he asked in a tiny voice he didn't know existed. Was he actually scared of Ryuk? That also never really crossed his mind, that that could be a possibility.

Ryuk leveled his gaze with Light and snickered.

"Shinigami aren't as emotionally attached as humans are." Ryuk reached his long arm out and with the tip of his pointed finger nail, lightly scratched along the head of Light's erection. Light shivered, his body jerking involuntarily in reaction. "I'm loving this."

Light let out the breath he didn't know he was holding in. He was relieved to know that Ryuk wasn't the jealous type, or else he'd be killed earlier than planned.

"Ryuk?" Light whispered, beginning to drag his hand back up the shaft of his penis. "Could you . . . finger me?" His body began to tremble at the image of Ryuk working his body. The deep rumble of agreement from Ryuk was all Light needed to feel that euphoria he was desperate for.

"You're gonna need more than a shirt to keep you quiet."


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