Disclaimer: We don't own Death Note or any of the characters, except for Dr. Stratton. He's all ours. ;) We also do not own the company N Hoolywood or Daisuke Obana.

Warning: LxLight, Mpreg, major OOCness, Rated M for adult content, very dark themes, sex, nudity and language. Please, no flames. You have been forewarned of the story's contents.

Tears In The Cradle

By Pain's Disciple

Co-written with UnderneathTheRose

Chapter Ten: Mr. Hollywood

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Sitting on his knees, wrapped in Ryuzaki's strong arms was pure intoxicating. Light snuggled his face into the crook of the man's neck and breathed deep. He didn't want to pull away, everything might not be perfect, but the feeling was, and just for a little while he could pretend he didn't need anything else.

Ryuzaki held him tight, not wanting to let go, fearing if he did, he'd lose all control of his emotions again. He had come far too close to losing the teen. Much too close for his liking. As he continued to hold him tightly, not wanting to let go, Light managed to pull back just enough to stare into Ryuzaki's black tearful eyes.

Feeling guilty at making Ryuzaki cry, Light wiped the tears from the older man's cheeks with his thumb. He hadn't intended to hurt the man he loved by claiming to be Kira. He had intended to save them both, but now it looks like they were both going to fall together in the end.

Ryuzaki gazed back into those soft brown eyes, hoping he could find more understanding in what Light was thinking. The teens eyes were troubled, and his brows were burrowed. But all he found was himself brushing his lips against Light's for only the pure feeling of having Light closer to him. He needed Light right now, in more than one way.

The teen trembled under the touch, knowing he shouldn't be doing this again, but not caring a bit as he gathered enough courage to press their lips further together, pushing his tongue past Ryuzaki's to allow their tongues to meet in a deep, sensual kiss. He needed the other man too.

Moaning, Ryuzaki broke the kiss, but before Light could wonder why, he found himself being pulled up onto his feet, then lifted bridal style in the older man's strong arms, before Ryuzaki laid him gently on the bed. Frightened of being left alone, Light grabbed Ryuzaki's shirt at the chest, and pleaded with a shake of the head.

Ryuzaki crawled on the bed beside him, laying beside him and wrapping an arm around the boy's thin waist. Calmly he whispered, "I'm not going anywhere", into his ear. To assure him even more, he intertwined his fingers with Light's, holding their hands together warmly. "I'll lay with you as long as you want. But you should get some rest. You look so worn out."

"I'm not tired." Light lied, attempting to will away the sudden need for sleep. He wanted to stay awake and soak up the moment that he knew would never happen again with Ryuzaki. Not with him anyway.

Together they laid close in a quiet stillness in the room, neither speaking a single word, the only sound coming from their breathing and the beating sound of their hearts. Without warning, Ryuzaki snaked his hand up Light's white dress shirt up to his chest, causing the boy to shiver and almost moan. When he reached the space between the nipples, he stopped, feeling the soft pounding of Light's heart beneath the warm skin that lay under his finger tips. He smiled feeling it. It was proof the boy was alive. Proof he was in time. Proof he could make everything alright.

Ryuzaki could feel the tears pricking at his eyes again and his throat tightening as his eyes made contact with Light's once again. "Don't, please Light, don't." He didn't have to clarify, both knew what he was trying to say, but fearing to word it out loud.

Light untangled his hand from Ryuzaki's, then slipped it under his shirt to lay on top of the others hand. He didn't know what Ryuzaki was looking to feel under the shirt, but Light would steal from the moment, just as that man had stole from him two months prior.

Light once again made eye contact, brushing their lips together again before attacking the elders mouth ferociously with his tongue. Taken by surprise, Ryuzaki was forced to allow Light dominance for the kiss. Laying with his back pressed against the bed, Ryuzaki gave Light the entire control of the situation, and allowed Light to roll on top, shifting his hips to lay almost perfectly aligned with Ryuzaki's.

Though he was moaning into the teens warm mouth, Ryuzaki who knew it was all wrong, that they shouldn't be doing this. He didn't know about the physical state, but the boy's mind was heavy with multiple fears. This could just turn into more pain for the teen, and way more worries onto his shoulders. However, contrary to what Ryuzaki knew was in Light's mind, the boy's movements were so full of need and lust that Ryuzaki couldn't bring himself to tell his friend no. Not to mention the fact that he was seriously liking the attention.

Light quickly sat up, breaking the kiss and straddling Ryuzaki's hips as he moved his own hands to his shirt, unbuttoning each tiny, clear button with slightly shaky fingers. Ryuzaki lifted his arms to brush the shirt down to Light's elbows, exposing tanned, sun kissed shoulders, chest and abs. Now watching Light remove the shirt fully before tossing it the floor, he wondered how long those abs would stay sculpted and toned before the baby fat would take over that physically fit young body. He hadn't time to think long when teeth and tongue attacked his throat, drawing out mewing noises that made him blush a soft shade of pink over his cheeks.

Ryuzaki had to touch Light, feel the warm skin under his touch, draw him closer to his own body if it was at all possible, and feel the heat beginning to radiate from the boy. It wasn't good enough. He needed to be closer. He needed to be skin to skin.

Carefully, Ryuzaki managed to sneak a hand between both chests and push the boy off just enough so he could sit up, roll his own shirt up to his chest and slip it over his head, clouding himself in darkness and separating himself from the beautiful, eager boy for only a moment, before tossing it uncaring onto the bedroom floor.

Now gazing at an open, milky white chest laid out just for him, Light attacked Ryuzaki again, this time biting hard on the pulse point of his neck as if to claim him wholly his. Ryuzaki fought the need to take back any control as his hips began to buck under the sexy teen. He let himself go, moaning and moving his fingers freely through the silk tresses that was Light's brown-red hair.

Light was shocked to hear the sounds drifting through the room. Was he really making Ryuzaki moan? He wanted to do it again.

Light shifted his body, pulling his left leg down in between Ryuzaki's as he did and rubbed his knee up against the man's hardening length. This worked well in his favor, as Ryuzaki's head fell back against the plump pillow, arching his back and wrapping his muscular arms around Light's shoulders.

A smile played on the youth's lips, exposing pearl white teeth as a sudden rush of prideful arrogance filled the blood flowing in his veins at the sight of seeing Ryuzaki pant for him. He wondered if he could make him beg for him, too.

Bringing a hand down to his own pants, Light unzipped and buttoned, then began pushing his pants down and off his legs as he worked on kicking off his shoes. When he was entirely undressed he shivered. The cool air was brushing against his skin and he quickly lost all of his bravado.

However, Ryuzaki didn't miss a beat. He worked his own clothes off, slinging them to random corners of the room when Light sat back on the bed giving him room. He reached into the draw of the night stand recklessly in search of the lube, rocking the whole thing it as he slammed the draw back shut, nearly spilling the glass of vodka that still awaited to be drunk.

In a rush he crammed the bottle at Light and pulled the teen back on top of him. Shyly Light straddled the detective at the waist once again. Both could feel the others erection and both were growing harder by the second. But Light held the little bottle like he had never seen a bottle of lubricant before.

Light wasn't a virgin, or anything close to innocent. Throughout his seventeen, almost eighteen, years of life, he rolled around in his bed with a few girls and a couple of boys, kissing, touching, and exploring, till he finally lost his virginity near the middle of his last year of high school to a boy that he'd only been on two dates with. They had never spoken afterwards. At the time, the incident, at least for Light, had been out of pure boredom. Then when he and Ryuzaki, the man he knew he was in love it, had sex, it was only his second time.

Now Light was on top for the very first time and holding the bottle of lubricant. He was the one in charge.

He felt lost, like he had no idea how the two had ended up in the positions they held. Only moments ago he was high with the idea of owning Ryuzaki, but now he was unsure of himself, like he didn't have enough of…something.

He let his amber eyes fall closed, breathing deep. He prayed he didn't cry. Not now. They were past tears. Now he just wanted one single moment.

Light was too busy praying to realize his body was trembling over Ryuzaki's. The older man lifted his hands, gliding his finger tips up Light's back, stroking his skin. The touch gave him shivers up his spin but he felt himself relax a little. It was just the kind of intimate encouragement he needed.

Steadying himself anxiously on the older man's lap, he pushed in the cap of the bottle, and fumbled with it trying to get out just enough lubricant, but embarrassingly, he dropped the hard bottle down on Ryuzaki.

"Ahh." The older man grasped sharply, surprised at the sudden contact of the hard bottle's edge meeting his rib cage. That hurt, he thought.

Mumbling, Light whispered an embarrassed apology. Why couldn't he get his act together for crying out loud? What happened to that boy who didn't back down from a challenge, the boy who stood up to anyone and dared them to try and belittle him?

Oh that's right, he was nothing but mush when Ryuzaki was around. The older detective had that much power over him.

Ryuzaki looked up at Light. His cheeks were flaming and he was nothing but a small bundle of nerves. Casually, he picked the bottle up and said, "Open your palm." It wasn't a command or order, just a statement. Light could deal with that. He flipped his hand over and watched as Ryuzaki poured enough into his palm. Ryuzaki then smiled at him, hoping to ensure him more, but Light hesitated a little, taking his time rubbing the liquid over his hands to coat his fingers. "Come on." Ryuzaki sat up to lick his ear with a deliberate slowness, "touch me."

Oh god. Light's head rolled back in sensory overload. His shyness flew right out the window. He leaned his head to the side, giving Ryuzaki more room as he began kissing Light's neck from ear to shoulder, licking, and swirling his tongue in random circles over the delicious skin. Light moaned at the touch. Ryuzaki's hot tongue felt so good and he had to fight the urge to fall backwards in a lust filled submission.

When he was able to gather his senses, Light pushed the man back against the sheets and mattress and scooted down on Ryuzaki's body until he was at his ankles. Ryuzaki spread his legs wide for him , drawing them back and placing his feet flat on the bed.

Light looked over the body displayed for him, eyeing the beautiful porcelain skin in particular. This man was beautiful, not to mention highly endowed. Light wondered if that night eight weeks ago, he himself had been this beautiful. He felt it impossible.

Ryuzaki's black hair lay spread around his head like a black halo. His eyelids were closed keeping Light from seeing those pretty black eyes, but his lashes were just as dark, and brushing his cheeks.

Caught up in ogling the detective, he didn't realize how long he sat there gazing at the beautiful body until Ryuzaki grabbed his lubricated hand, forcing all his fingers down but his index finger, and brought it to his entrance.

Light gulped, then tried to bring out his best sexual skills as he played and prodded with Ryuzaki, smiling as he saw what he was doing to the control freak of a detective. Ryuzaki was panting, breathing shallow and arching his back. When he was ready, Light slid in, his hands placed at either side of Ryuzaki's head, his arms trembling as they held his body up, and hoping to hell he could bring Ryuzaki to the edge like he had so expertly done with him.

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Ryuzaki kept a firm grip on Light. The boy was laying face down on Ryuzaki's chest, sleeping, as Ryuzaki kept an arm wrapped around the boy for warmth. Their bodies were slick with sweat and sticky from the waist down.

Light had worn himself out during the sex, and Ryuzaki decided it would be ok to hold the teen for a little bit. He calmed his own beating heart as he looked down at the top of Light's head, his breath blowing a few of the messy strands.

Ryuzaki was scared. He didn't have the first clues to what it truly meant to be a father. He thought back on Light's words, Neither of our lives are stable enough to raise a child. It wasn't like Light was wrong. They weren't married. They weren't a couple. They were seven years apart. And they were solving the world's most dangerous and largest murder case. They could not bring a child into that mess.

Ryuzaki reached his free hand to the night stand, grabbing the glass of vodka and gulping two big sips. He wasn't usually a drinker, not since he got older, but the moment seemed to call for a heavy drink.

If they couldn't keep it, what would they do? What could they do? What were the options? And in those mixture of options, how can Ryuzaki make sure to keep Light safe from himself?

Thinking on Light's attempt at death and getting spooked again, Ryuzaki drank the rest of the bitter vodka and hugged his friend closer. Light's chest was pressed against his own, and Ryuzaki could feel the heart inside pounding away. The feeling gave him a little comfort.

Suddenly, there was a tap at the door, followed by Watari entering with a bowed head. He'd probably scene it all take place on the video camera. Ryuzaki shrugged at the thought, knowing it wouldn't be the first, the second, or even the last time.

With that thought came a smile, and a new thought. Could Watari help in the raising of a child? Would Watari approve? Most likely not, but could Watari help he and Light raise it?

Light's voice came screaming back at him, You've never taken care of anything other than yourself, have you? Which Watari does most of. Jeez Ryuzaki, you are so irresponsible. Why, why does anyone have any respect for you at all? You're a sleazy, creepy, lazy, messy, irresponsible, pathetic excuse of a man. Well, if that didn't tell him that he would make a horrible father, he didn't know what would.

He sighed, Light was right. That also would not be fair to Watari. He was old, nearing retirement, and getting very tired. The baby had to go.

"Yes, Watari?"

"The men downstairs are getting very antsy. Especially the boy's father. They wish for answers. After everything, they are very concerned for Light. They wish to see you."

Ah, Ryuzaki had forgotten. After Light's fake, "I am Kira" confession, they left the men two hours ago to head upstairs for Light to confess the real truth of being eight weeks pregnant.

Ryuzaki oddly wondered what Watari thought of all this mess. Surely his respect for Ryuzaki was beginning to waver. Who's wouldn't?

Ryuzaki thought of something quick. "Tell them to take what's left of the day off as well as tomorrow. We can pick up where we left off later. In form them as well that Light fell ill, maybe the flue again, and that he was delusional from a high fever, causing his sudden outbursts, but now we will take care of him."

"His father will want to see him."

"Yes, but tell him how highly contagious Light is, and both Yagami's becoming ill would only hinder the case further. That should work, considering what Matsuda found this morning. For now, anyways." Ryuzaki shivered in fear of what Soichiro would say, or mostly, do, if he knew the truth. Soichiro was not only a large man, but a very, overprotective father who already had a dislike for Ryuzaki.

Watari bowed. "Yes, Ryuzaki. I also called Stratton for you Sir. He is on his way, but he was rather annoyed with you still."

Ryuzaki rolled his eyes. He hated that doctor. If he was not a genius who had been brought up at Wammy's, Ryuzaki would not give him the time of day. However, Stratton was an intelligent young man who could solve any medical case you threw at him, making him like a detective. "Tell him I don't care. He isn't coming for my health."

"Yes, Ryuzaki. When he wakes, I will bring up the breakfast trey." With that, Watari left the two to be alone. Light mumbled something in his sleep, and Ryuzaki pulled the boy closer to him. The thought of a psychologist did not sound so far fetched anymore. Ryuzaki realized maybe he should have really hired one.

Damn Light's IQ. It made it too easy to forget the boy was just a boy, and that he may not be able to handle all this stress the Kira case offered. Light needed someone to hold onto, to listen when he vented frustrations and how he really felt. Holding in feelings is not a good thing. It leads to far worse troubles in the end. Always.

For a second time, Ryuzaki took another deep breath then sighed. He put the empty glass on the night stand and pulled the covers up to his chin. He did not need sleep, but he was cold and Light's body was just so warm. But it was them that he began to stir. Sitting up, the blanket slipping from his shoulders to his waist, Light wiped his eyes. "How long have I been asleep?"

"Around twenty minutes."

"Oh… I'm sorry." Light rolled off the older man and glanced around the room. Where did his clothes end up?

Ryuzaki watched him, thinking how sexy the kid looked with his hair a complete mess and his body shinny with sweat. "Don't apologize, you were tired."

Spotting his clothes and ignoring the older man, Light began dressing in his boxers and pants. "Hey, what did Matsuda find?" Obviously, he had overheard the talk between Ryuzaki and Watari.

"He found a… No. You have enough to worry about. Come lay back down. Stratton is on his way to look you over. I want to make sure the stress you just went through did not hurt you."

Light smiled as he found and buttoned his shirt. "Don't worry about me. Is it something really important? I still want to help this case."

"You can. Later. You haven't eaten at all today. Watari has made pancakes for you. You should eat, the others have been instructed to leave. After tomorrow and plenty of rest you can join us downstairs."

Scared, he looked up at the older man. "You're not planning on telling my dad are you? I mean.."

"I don't think your father would approve very much of the situation at hand, given our age difference. Yes, I would prefer a way around telling anyone. If they knew you were pregnant…they would want to know who the father is. That would-"

"cause you problems." Light finished.

Yes, Ryuzaki thought. His reputation would be tainted as well.

Ryuzaki felt guilty again. But it was his fault after all wasn't it? He was the adult. Yes, Light would be eighteen in two months, but he was just a teen. Ryuzaki, at twenty-five year old, should have known better. Ryuzaki, 'dug his own grave', as the saying goes. Now he would just have to clean up after his mess, like always. Except this time sweeping a teenage, pregnant brat under the rug wouldn't be so easy.

And maybe he didn't really want to… The brat, anyways.

Before his thoughts could go further, Watari entered with a trey of pancakes covered in butter, syrup and blueberries, looking utterly delicious. Normally Light watched his weight, but right now he was starving.

Sitting on the bed next to Ryuzaki with a napkin and fork, Light dug into his meal. Ryuzaki watched him carefully, wondering if Light was extra hungry from not eating all day, or if it was what the saying, "eating for two" meant.

Hm. Ryuzaki didn't really know too much about pregnancies. How much longer before Light began to blow up like a balloon? Was it too late to get rid of this baby? Were they already stuck in this mess till the end of the nine months? Ryuzaki groaned.

Looking at Light's plate, he realized he hadn't eaten either. Not since that piece of chocolate cake for breakfast. Not thinking anything of it, he reached out and stole a blueberry, popping it into his mouth and chewing. The flavor was great, almost exploding in his mouth. He still preferred strawberries, but these were delicious.

Light, however, did think something of it. "Hey! Get your own. This is mine."

"Excuse me? You can dip your finger into another man's mashed potatoes, but I am not allowed to eat a blue berry?"

"No. Not when it's mine." Like a child Light got up from the bed taking his plate with him and leaned against the closet door, continuing to eat.

Well. Ryuzaki could forgive the kid this once. He could chalk it up as hormones or something. Or just the fact that Light was in bitch mode.

After a pause, and Light had finished off his first pancake, he brought the case back up. "Tell me about the company."

"Hm?"

"The company Matsuda found something on."

"Oh. I thought we agreed to wait?"

"I agreed to nothing."

"Hm. Fine. There is a company under the name, N. Hoolywood(1), it seems to be a mixture of North Hollywood. Not sure why they didn't just stick with North Hollywood, but either way, the owner-"

Excitedly, Light interrupted with a mouth full of pancakes, "His name is Daisuke Obana(2), nick named Mister Hollywood, and the brand is sometimes called Mister Hollywood as well. The name Hoolywood is a mixture of the American name Hollywood and the name 'hooligan'. It's one of Japan's highest ranking fashion industries. The main style being that of 'street-style' for men."

Ryuzaki couldn't help but smile. "Do you shop there?"

"No. If you notice I wear dress clothes."

"They sell dress clothes for men."

Light swallowed the mouth full, "Yes, they do. Occasionally I will buy a few shirts or pants from them, but I'm not too keen on orange. Or pink shoes. It's mostly known for the younger crowds, teenagers, college students, the like." Towards the end of his sentence, Light's eyes drifted down to his plate.

He was a teenager. He use to be a college student. Now…

Ryuzaki frowned knowing what Light was thinking, then tried to change the topic back to N Hoolywood. "Matsuda found that in the last couple of months, the only deaths we can relate to Kira are thirteen men who died from a heart attack. They were not criminals, but CEO's of other companies, and each death only helped N Hoolywood. Which makes me think that Kira is helping Obana. But I can't understand why. The plan so far is to watch them, and to get a man inside to seek out information."

"How do you plan to get inside?"

Ryuzaki smiled with a smirk, "I am L, Light."

Light smirked back, asking sarcastically, "You plan on saying that and just walking in like you own the place? I doubt that will go over real well."

Ryuzaki ignored him. "No. Of course not. Currently they are hiring models and I-"

Light started laughing out loud, a little bit of syrup dribbling down his chin, "Look at your clothes. They will think you are a homeless person." The boy went off into laughing hysterics. "A hobo… look at your hair.. They wouldn't hire you to be a model even if they knew who you really were." The plate Light held started shaking, the fork clinking against the plate loudly as the teen's shoulders shook as well. As good as it was to see Light laugh and smile, it was a tad insulting.

"I never had any intention of becoming a model Light."

"Oh?" He asked still chuckling, "Who will? My father? Aizawa? Oh gosh, Matsuda? He'll screw it up!" Ryuzaki continued to overlook the boy's laughing fit. Let him get it all out.

Yes, because it was just all so funny.

Not.

"No, not me Light. We will need someone reliable, good looking, stylish, able to handle certain situations, able to sweet talk anyone…." Light froze. Ryuzaki was describing someone like him. Was Ryuzaki expecting him to do this? That thought scared him. Ryuzaki continued, "I will hire someone experienced in that field who is more than qualified. I know a person or two. You can help me with the computer work that will need to be done."

Light felt himself deflate. So Ryuzaki didn't have Light in mind?

"But…"

"But what?" Ryuzaki asked.

"Well…I have great social skills…"

"Do not even attempt to say that you will play the part of this new model. Light can forget all about that idea. I know how much you are in love with your face, but this is too dangerous. You will be showing your face to possibly Kira."

"Yes, but-"

"But you are pregnant. Or have you forgotten so quickly?"

Light's eyes narrowed. He didn't know for sure if he wanted to fight back or give up. He wanted this job, to help catch the person responsible for so many murders, not to mention a chance to go out of the building and see the world again, but he wasn't completely sure he could do it. If he kept the baby, he would gain weight. He would lose his looks and upscale Hoolywood wouldn't allow a pregnant teen to be a model for them. But if he got an abortion, he would not have to worry about any of that.

He set his plate down, then wiped what he could of the syrup dripping down his chin, 'ewing' silently at the sticky residue left over. "Ryuzaki, what are we going to do?" Light motioned to his abdomen. "You know, about…"

Ryuzaki bit his thumb, biting at his nail. "What do you want to do?"

Light became silent. The same thoughts that plagued him the past several weeks came rushing back. Abortion would be a nice resolution, but abortion was murder, and abortion would make him a hypocrite. Wouldn't it? They could put it up for adoption, but what if no one wanted the baby either? Would it go to an orphanage? Would it grow up to hate Light and Ryuzaki? Light bit his bottom lip.

Ryuzaki opened his mouth to break the sudden silence, but Stratton opened the bedroom door.

1. N Hoolywood--this is a real fashion industry located in Japan

2. Daisuke Obana, aka, "Mr. Hollywood"--This is the real owner of the company

Everything in this chapter about the company is true, where the name came from etc, however as the story progresses and the plot thickens, we are turning to our creative liscense to furthur the plot ^ ^

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