Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.
Much to his dismay, Beyond Birthday had set his expectations too high.
How utterly boring.
He had hoped for a much more intense and overly-dramatic show. Arms punching, legs kicking, bodies struggling to get away... The whole works, you know? But, as I stated, he was rather displeased with the end result.
"Perhaps," he whispered into the uncontentious body's ear, his cold lips pressing gently against the skin, "I shouldn't be so objective of you making my life easier." Though he said it only in an attempt of raising his spirits, and not due to actually meaning it. "But 'easier' doesn't mean 'better', at least in this case." He mumbled on.
The head limply rolled to the side, away from the boy's mouth. 'Tch.' Even like this, things were still the same. Annoyed at the body for not putting up more of a fuss when being assaulted, B momentarily considered dragging him across the ground by his arm, scraping off layers of skin and leaving bruises all down the body. That would serve him right; being all bashed up like he should be, instead of lying there, looking so damn peaceful... However, the idea was quickly dismissed. As much as tearing him apart would prove to be highly entertaining for a short while, it would do little in the long-run. The act would be nothing more than a placebo for a thirst that would never be quenched.
No, instead of dragging the (at least in his current state) bag of meat across the rough, moist gravel and stones, he continued to hold him in his arms as if the body were the most valuable, fragile, rarest thing he could possibly have the incredible fortune of possessing.
...Possessing?
B admired the extreme length of the body's eyelashes; the beautiful purplish-black colour of the rings places around them enhanced their beauty, emphasizing the perfection of his face. Why, he dare say that while motionlessly sleeping and undisturbed, he was even more magnificent than when awake.
And, while carefully carrying the body bridal-style, and much to his delight, B took note of how much more willing he was to be touched. It was rather clear to Beyond that while like this, without any worries of the world behind him, L really wanted him to do this.
L wanted B to possess him.
To own him.
To have him.
Despite being silent, the detective was longing to be taken away from that wretched place. He desired the feeling of being wanted; to be bound down out of sheer need to loved by someone so much that they would never let him go. To hear the promises that they would be together for as long as the air filled their lungs. Of course that's what he had been craving his whole life. L didn't want anything else. Only him.
Only them, alone in the world.
Forever.
How could he deny his love a want like that?
It wouldn't take much to make him see. Not much at all.
Just a small needle and a little vial of liquid was all it would take for them to be one.
Just a little injection.
A prick of the skin.
At last, the cravings would be satisfied.
Thank you for reading! Apologies for any dissatisfaction!