Light frowned when he opened the door to headquarters. The security that had been relatively lax was back in full force. He noted that every camera, and not merely the important ones, were on. While only enough cameras had been designated to a spot to see from every angle, Light was now certain that L could see from every microscopic point of view.

He stood before the metal detector, frowning. He slid his belt from its loops, placing it through the nearby scanner. In also went his pants with pockets full of change. He passed through and grabbed his clothing on the other side. He stepped back into his pants, quickly doing his belt as he walked to the elevator.

The ride seemed long. Light leaned against one wall, deliberately not looking at the cameras in every corner. He stared at the red number next to the door, watching it increase as the elevator gained altitude. Finally it arrived at the investigation room and the door opened with a ding.

Light stepped out into an empty room. He could see the light emitted from L's computer screen and the plate of cake beside the mouse, but there was no sign of L. He took another step forward, frowning.

He began to turn but a strong grip grabbed onto his wrists. "Hey!" Light said indignantly. His wrists were held onto, pulled tightly behind his back.

A cold feeling entered his stomach as he heard the familiar jingle of handcuffs. "What the hell? L?"

He struggled as the handcuffs snapped around his wrists. He tried to turn his head, but his assailant managed to stay out of his sight. Soon his sight was taken as black cloth covered his eyes.

"Stop that!" Light said in a scolding tone.

"Light-kun has been acting erratically," came L's soft voice from beside his ear. Light shivered as soft hair brushed against the side of his face. "I plan on finding out why, regardless of the methods I must use."

Light let out a small cry as strong hands pushed him forwards. He did not struggle as L maneuvered him across the room. A hard shove pushed him down onto the couch. He lay on his stomach, cheek pressed into the cushion. His knees bent up beneath him, and he fought the urge to move to find a more comfortable position.

He listened carefully, trying to find L's position. He frowned as he heard L's receding footsteps. The familiar sound of L sitting in his chair met his ears and soon the sound of typing filled the room.

Has to finish his case, hm? Light thought indignantly.

He lay still, angrily listening to the keys. Light said nothing; the words refused to line up properly inside his brain.

The typing stopped momentarily. Nothing was heard except for the faint sound of breath. A sigh escaped his companion before the chair creaked and footsteps approached. Light felt hands push his legs out from beneath him as he was forced into a sitting position.

The blackness was pulled away and Light looked at L's blank face. He could barely see the anger L was carefully hiding, so little of it he wondered if he was making it up. L set aside the blindfold, looking intently at the brunet in front of him.

"I want my questions answered honestly, Light-kun." L said quietly, coldly.

Light asked as gently as he could. "What's wrong, L?"

"Why does my Light-kun lie to me?" L murmured. "He plays such a large role, and yet he insists on dishonesty." He frowned. "Light-kun, have I bored you?"

"What?" Light's face matched L's frown. "Of course not!"

L responded quietly. "Then why do you insist on staying out with Amane when your father told me you deliberately avoided all companionship?"

Light looked over L's face. Does he still think I'm cheating on him with Misa?

"I didn't have the patience for Misa when you were gone, L." Light said softly. "I can handle her when I know I can home to you."

Why are you lying to me, Light? What have you been up to? I want to know who that man was, Light. Will you tell me that?

"Have you seen anyone other than Misa?"

Yes. "No."

L clutched the blindfold in his hand as he stood. He looked down at Light a moment before turning on one foot and leaving the room. He walked angrily into the hallway, fingers digging into his palm through the thin fabric of the blindfold.

Light watched him go, wanting to call him back.

I shouldn't even care. Light felt a pang of regret. I hurt L. But isn't that what Kira is supposed to do? L is my enemy.

I can't convince myself that anymore.

I did it once. I can do it again.

No I can't.

"L!" Light called out, sadness lacing his voice. He hated how very vulnerable he sounded.

L stalked in his unique way into the room, past Light, and to his desk. Not now, Light-kun.

L sat at his computer, beginning his work as suddenly as he had stopped. Moments passed until Watari walked in with a cup of coffee in hand. He blatantly ignored Light, walking up behind L to set down the steaming mug by L's left hand.

L lifted the mug delicately and sipped from it. Watari backed away from L before turning and leaving the room. To Light it seemed a point was being made.

"L." Light called out.

L turned his head, mug nearly at his lips. "Yes, Light-kun?"

I'm Kira. Is that okay?

Light struggled to his feet but his balance was off as he tried to push himself up. He walked towards L, looking anywhere but the bored look on the detective's face.

"Would you take off the handcuffs?" Light asked softly.

L set his cup on the desk before turning his chair towards Light. Light stood almost touching his knees, still as L wrapped his arms around Light's waist. Fingers played with the cold metal, still not fully warmed by the contact with Light's body. Light listened silently to the constant jingle. He could feel every movement L forced upon the chain as he continued to fiddle with the links. A finger slid into the cuff, pressing against Light's wrist. Light stared down at raven hair.

"L..." Light said sadly.

L looked up at Light before drawing back. He reached into his pocket slowly, pulling out the key. He kept eye contact as he reached around Light to touch again the handcuffs. This time it was to find the keyhole in each cuff, to slide in the key and release the brunet.

I can't trust you anymore, can I, Light-kun?

Light bent his knees to reach L's height. He wrapped his arms around L's neck, face resting on the detective's shoulder. L wrapped his arms around Light, hands laying gently on his back.

"L..." Light whispered in L's ear.

L carefully slipped from his chair to the floor, arms holding Light to him. Light rested his head against L's chest, eyes closed. L lifted one arm to run his fingers through silky brown hair.

Light would never know that L's hand was shaking.

"Light." L whispered. "Stay with me."

L rested his chin on the top of Light's head, fingers twirling brown hair in front of his gaze.

I'm holding a potential killer.

A frown aligned itself on L's face. He stared at the strand of brown hair he held delicately between two fingers. He felt as Light nestled closer against him.

Light opened his eyes slowly, looking out across the room. I'm not sorry I regained my memories and became Kira.

I'm just sorry that I have to deal with L differently. It was so simple before.

Light lifted his head and L moved his head back, out of the path of the other. Light sat up, looking into sad obsidian eyes. He leaned forward to press a gentle kiss against L's lips.

Mikami tried this today.

With that thought, Light cringed slightly. But then L's hands were gently pressed against his cheeks, and Light no longer thought about Mikami. He had no reason to do so.

"You won't be leaving my side again, Light." L said softly.

Light could not be one hundred percent certain whether it was a threat or a promise. Perhaps it was both. Regardless, he did not move away as L kissed him. The detective gently caressed Light's cheek with his thumb, tender after his anger.

Lips parted as Light breathed. L...

I need you.

Light laid his head on L's shoulder, wanting to be close to the detective. L moved his hands to their previous position on Light's back, running gently up and down, a reassuring motion. Light breathed lightly, hands clutching the sides if L's shirt.

"I'm not going anywhere," Light whispered.

But you are, Light. You are.

Light had no protests as L helped him to his feet. L gripped his hand tightly, so different than the grip Mikami had on his hand earlier that very day. Light held on tightly in return, unconsciously preferring this touch. The detective hardly waited for Light to erect himself before pulling him out of the room.

L pushed open the door to their bedroom with one hand, the other remaining clenched around Light's. He glanced back at Light before gently directing him to sit on the bed. Light sat down, curious when he saw L hurry from the room. The door was shut behind him, and Light wondered briefly if L locked it. He decided it did not matter- if L shut the door; he must want Light to stay put. Who was he to disobey such a simple wish?

Moments later L was carrying a tray into the room. He set it silently on Light's lap. The teen looked down at the carefully prepared lunch in mute surprise.

"Had you been on time, it would have just been finished." L gestured to the soup. "I did not anticipate your belatedness."

Light looked upon the tray with some regret. He knew L was no cook- the man could barely wash dishes! And he had not even been there to eat it, after all the effort that had been put into it.

"L..." Light said hesitantly.

It was actions like this that made a mess of Light's intelligence. L had not simply told him that he had made lunch, but that Light was too busy elsewhere to return home and partake. Light felt he had been punched in the face- the small action L made in carrying in the tray had the same effect.

L shrugged and took the tray from Light's loose grip. He left, the door remaining open behind him. When he returned, his hands were empty. Light stood as L entered the room. He walked forward, trying to figure out what to say.

For once, he was speechless.

Light reached out slowly, taking L's hand in his own. He hesitated before meeting the detective's stony gaze. Light silently laid his head on L's shoulder, lips parted as if to speak.

L ran his free hand down Light's back. Abruptly, he tore his hand from Light's grip. Light lifted his head, looking at L in surprise. L placed his palms against Light's chest, pushing him to the bed with one firm shove.

Light propped himself up on his elbows, shaking hair out of his eyes before looking accusingly at L. "What are you doing?"

L stepped forward, carefully straddling Light's legs. He moved forward slowly, giving Light time to lie back as L situated upon him. L cocked his head, looking blankly down at the teenager.

L released a small puff of air and withdrew. He sat beside Light, speaking softly.

"I suggest you move into a more comfortable position."

Light sat up, his legs still hanging over the side of the bed. He carefully moved back, turning so that he faced L. The detective barely waited for him to move before he was pushing Light into his prior position.

"L..." Light said softly.

L interrupted before Light could continue. "You are mine, Light." He said smoothly. "I want you to remember that."

Light opened his mouth to speak, but L pressed a finger to the teen's lips. Light shut them promptly, obediently staying silent. L gave him no time for protest, immediately claiming those lips for himself.

Little struggle was used on Light's part as L ran smooth hands down his chest, to his thighs, and beyond. Light closed his eyes as nimble fingers played with the button to his khakis. He soon felt L yank the cloth down his legs, the detective not bothering to feign tenderness.

When chocolate eyes opened, Light finally registered L's stony face. The detective pulled impatiently on Light's boxers, throwing them to the side inconsequently. He sat between Lights legs, slowly unzipping his own jeans. Light looked from L's hands to his purposefully blank face.

"L." Light murmured. Do you think that will fix everything? Proving 'I'm yours?'

L's face softened slightly and Light saw traces of emotion. Warmth and anger warred for possession of L's face, but eventually the warmth won. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss against Light's temple.

"You won't be leaving me again."

Light was uncertain what exactly Ls words meant. Does he mean he doesn't want me to see Misa while away from his side? Or does he not want me to leave his side period?

He could have kept guessing if L did not then add. "Light, you've been slowly bringing your possessions to this room. Perhaps it would be best if you simply moved in?"

Light felt he really had no choice. L phrased it as a question, but to Light it was a demand.

"I would love to move in." Light smiled.

The smile was real.

After that, Light couldn't remember the events straight. For this he felt chagrined- he knew L could, and always would.

It was a flurry of clothing, a hurried rush of movement. Pants escaping from kiss bruised lips, fingers clawing at a pale back. Cries and moans were filling the room and the entire world was slipping away from them in L's fit of possession.

Light would never remember that it was he who came first, pulsing in a tight grip. Nor that L followed him soon after, only that the detective collapsed next to him and reached over, smoothed sweaty hair out of brown eyes, held onto him as they drifted off to a fitful sleep together.

-T.B.C.-

That took longer than anticipated... Thanks to Deathnotebliss for another chapter beta'ed. :)