A/N: I've been thinking about my life a lot and come to some conclusions. I'm not a good writer. I'm a decent writer, with a lot of potential, and interesting plot ideas. I don't mean that as a put-down, either. That alone puts me in the top ten percent of writers on fanfiction, but if writing is something I want to do seriously, I need to start working on being more correct, particularly with my punctuation. I expect you all to help me with this effort. If you see an error, no matter how small, I would appreciate it if you pointed it out to me. Thank you.
L was acting odd. Taking into consideration his usual oddness, the displays of paranoia understandable only to him, and the amount of practice Light had in getting used to those quirks, to say he was acting odd meant a lot.
For one thing, he was staring at Light. Not his normal how-did-I-end-up-with-you stare, or his old I-wonder-if-you're-a-mass-murderer stare. It was an I'm-plotting-against-you look that made Light acutely relieved when L went to go make himself a cup of coffee.
Relieved, that is, until L came back with an uncharacteristic grin and two cups of coffee. One of which he offered to Light.
"No, thank you." The smile widened.
"I spent so much time making it the way you like it. Try it."
"I'm not thirsty."
"I wanted to do something nice for you." Light sighed and took the coffee. He set it down next to his desk.
"Drink it, Li." L had yet to touch his own coffee, which increased Light's unease.
"With you watching?" One thing L rarely concerned himself over was public image.
"Yes." Light could tell that everyone was watching them by now. Ah well. If it was poisoned, it wouldn't hurt him. He took a sip and set it back down, quickly. "Drink all of it, Li."
"I'm really not that thirsty."
"You don't like how I made it?"
"No, it's fine." Actually it wasn't. It was made with one cream and two sugars, which Light liked because it brought out the flavor of the coffee and made it less sweet. It was exactly how he'd always liked it, and never taken it in front of L, because the amount of sugar that went into L's coffee always made plain black seem much more sensible. Drinking black coffee while L slurped on his concoctions was always an easy way to feel superior. Unfortunately, the coffee had zero life left in it. Even though it was made the way Light liked, it tasted like nothing.
"If you don't drink it, I'll assume you don't like it, and then my feelings will be hurt." The lack of tone or expression made it even less believable. Light sighed and took another sip.
"Thank you."
"Drink it faster." When Light finished his cup of coffee, L made him another one. When he finished that one, L made another. When he finished that one, he asked L not to make him anymore, and L ignored him. Long past the point a normal man would have been twitching from the caffeine and complaining from an aching bladder, Light continued drinking. He went to the bathroom twice, to stare at the painting across from the sink, and to pretend he had organs instead of a digestive system that involved the things he ate dissolving into nothingness.
At one in the morning, Baptiste finally sent everyone home.
"There's nothing we can do until the reports come in. Everyone, get as much rest as you can. I'll be calling in the next couple of days. Be ready to come in."
L latched on to Light and yanked him out the door. He was pushed in the direction of the passenger's seat, and the car was already moving when he was only half-way seated.
"What's the rush?"
"I'm not in any rush." Two elderly pedestrians narrowly avoided death.
They arrived at the bed and breakfast, where a small woman was cleaning her counter. When she saw them, she straightened up and wiped off her hands on her pants.
"Welcome to the Lambert bed and breakfast. I'm Claire. Can I help you?" She had very delicate features, and huge eyes. Combined with her petite stature, she looked like a doll.
"Yes, we'd like two rooms. Next to each other, please." Light didn't betray his surprise at the two rooms, but inwardly he winced. Was the coffee thing some sort of test? L took both keys, and started wandering in the direction of their rooms. He inspected both thoroughly, before standing out in the hall, and pointing at each, declaring one the "Office," and the other one the "bedroom."
The only difference Light could see between the two rooms was that the bedroom had a coffeemaker. He tried not to groan audibly when L turned it on, and started making coffee.
"Did you want-"
"I'm going to work." Announced L, and left, presumably to the office room. Twenty nine minutes later, he returned, just in time to hear the coffeemaker ding. It took considerable effort on Light's part not to make some sort of relieved noise as L started pouring in his usual amount of sugar. Until L offered it to him.
"Drink it."
"No."
"Why not?"
"It looks disgusting."
"It doesn't matter what I put in it. It will taste the same to you."
"Then why are you making me drink it?"
"Drink it all, and I'll tell you." Light started drinking the coffee. L watched him intently through the entire process.
"Did you read somewhere that Shinigami don't like coffee? Because if you believe every blogger that posted something after I wrote that thing about apples, then you're-" Oh.
The impact of the back of his head against the headboard might have hurt a human, but Light was conveniently invulnerable, and was therefore able to completely focus on the reason his head had become acquainted with the bedpost. Namely, the hundred or so pounds of frisky L.
L's tongue curled around Light's, in a way that was pleasantly familiar, and warm.
…..Wait.
Light pulled back.
"Have you been keeping my mouth warm all day?"
"Yes."
"What…what the fuck, L?"
"For the warmth to penetrate, you need to consistently have warm liquids in your mouth." Light fought down the now-familiar feeling of wanting to hit his head repeatedly against the wall. You chose this. This is what you picked. He sighed.
"Fine."
"Also, I like the taste." The urge resurfaced. This time, it was L's head he wanted to acquaint with the wall.
"You've been flavoring me, too?"
"Hmmmm…." Only L could look thoughtful sitting perched on another man. "Yes, I have." Anyone else would have been dead by then. Light sighed again.
"…fine."
"Actually, I was hoping we could talk about something."
"Right now?"
"Yes, right now. It is pertinent to the situation."
"Is it about the case?"
"No. Can you have sex?"
"Wha- right now?"
"Are you physically capable of having sex? I'm no longer certain exactly how your anatomy works. As far as I understand, the flesh you build around yourself is an elaborate illusion." Light looked horrified.
"I hadn't thought of that."
"It's not in your rulebook?"
"Shinigami are not permitted to have sex with humans or with each other; it isn't explicitly stated if they can. I assumed I was exempt from that rule, because I'm not technically a Shinigami. Anyways, the purpose of the rule has to do with the life count. Just as saving a life would kill me, so would creating one. God of death. Reproduction obviously isn't an issue for us."
"Why don't you drink some coffee?"
"Dammit, L, why don't you get used to my temperature?"
"I have no wish to culture a necrophilia kink."
"Your boyfriend is dead."
"Physically, yes, but that is correctable."
"Spoken like a true necrophile." Before L could protest, Light continued, "In terms of feeling, I would imagine it to be the same. I expect to feel resistance when I touch a wall, so I do. I also feel the coolness of it, the slight texture, and the impact of it against my skin. If I were to expect a reaction to sexual stimulation-" Light was unpleasantly reminded of the careful maturity which he'd had to maintain in sex education, "-then I would probably get one."
"Huh. Well. My turn to top." And L was kissing him again, slow and deep and with definite purpose. He ran his hands down Light to start working on his buttons, and Light shivered, which he could actually feel L smirking about. In retaliation, he skimmed his hands up L's shirt, and lightly glided his fingers up, up, until L couldn't suppress his own shiver.
Although he would never admit it aloud, L had a point: there was a definite advantage to the warmth of the skin under his fingers, which felt lovely and alive the way the muscles twitched and relaxed in response to his touch. And the skin itself, so soft and thin he could feel the pulse of blood moving through the man.
Almost immediately after L finished on Light's shirt, Light sat up a bit to pull at L's top. Somehow, it came off, and Light strained upward to lick at the place where L's ribs came together. Suddenly, L was on the other side of the bed, far from Light.
"Why'd you-"
"You killed it."
"What?" L was poking at a gray patch of skin experimentally.
"You killed my skin. What were you thinking about when you licked me?" He massaged the area around the patch.
"I was thinking about how you tasted."
"I see. Please try not to do that again." To both of their relief, rubbing around it sent the blood back into the area, and color started to return to the spot. "Ah, not dead then." L crawled back over to Light, a maneuver he somehow managed to make look childish, and molded his mouth around a section of neck, sharing his warmth. Between the soft suction, and the teeth, Light could feel the heat of a tongue, running its way around the spot until-
"I have another question."
"I suppose this one needs to be answered immediately, as well?"
"Not really."
"I'll answer it later, then." L shook his head no into Light's neck.
"Now."
"What is it?"
"If there is another Kira, what will you do?"
"I don't know. It depends on the situation."
"There is a chance that you'll aid him or her?"
"You are the single tie I have to the human world. I'll do whatever keeps me tied."
"That's surprising. When you were a human, you would have done anything to be a god."
"This is a temporary state. It's like childhood to an immortal. I can spare the time, and I have the rest of eternity after you die, so I'll enjoy you while it lasts. Speaking of which, we were doing something?"
"Hmmm. Were we?"
"Yes. Sex, remember? Your turn to top?" L looked down at him, as though he was surprised to find a shirtless man underneath him.
"Oh? Do you remember exactly what we were doing?"
"You kissed my neck." L bent down and kissed Light's neck. "Like this?"
"More teeth, before."
"Like this?"
"Try it lower….lower….lower." L bit the base of Light's stomach and peered up at him.
"Nice try." And then he grinned and the act broke. Which wasn't actually such a bad thing, once it was replaced with more touching, and licking, and skin and sweat and rolling moving pushing ah…
"Light?" L actually stopped, and started talking. Light couldn't withhold the groan of frustration anymore.
"What?"
"It appears that you were correct in your hypothesis that shinigami can produce a response that mimics that of-" Light, who was producing a response that mimicked that of a human's, and therefore did not have much patience, yanked the man back towards him and shoved a bottle into his hand.
"Well noted. Now focus. Please." Finally L did, and the result was a single-minded intensity that was, for some reason much more impressive when focused on Light than when it was focused on a stack of papers, or his laptop. And it…wasn't as bad as Light had thought it would be. The frottage, and the gradual decrease of clothing, and increase of skin against skin was lovely as ever, and then the somewhat messy and new experience of preparation was not unpleasant.
At length, L was pressed up against him, and he could feel the hot touch where he bumped against him; on accident, and then with purpose, and finally with pressure enough that he held his breath and waited for pain. It didn't come. There was a stretching moment, not unlike when he opened his mouth as wide as it went. It was a strange feeling to get used to, but it didn't hurt, and presently, the lubricant eased the movement and the glide of flesh there was new and erotic to think about, if not to feel. L seemed absorbed, and a little overwhelmed, if the glassy eyes and slightly open mouth were anything to go by. A particularly hard push produced a gasp, which snapped L to attention. He stopped again.
"Light."
"If this has to do with the Kira case, I will kill you, and live in the shinigami realm, content in the knowledge that I will never have to go through the hell of your curiosity again." That wide-eyed look was back, which was utterly ridiculous, because halfway through sex with a bare erection bobbing around wasn't the time for innocent expressions. Or questions, for that matter.
"It doesn't have to do with the case."
"What do you want, then?"
"Did you make yourself a prostate?"
"Oh."
"I thought not."
"It's twice as irritating when you're right." After yet another too-long pause for fumbling, and experimenting, and a brief comment about temperature that earned L a swat to the back of the head, they were back where they began, and this time, there was nothing one-sided about the feelings.
The first push made Light's whole body tense, and then he almost collapsed when L pulled back, dragging over it. The individual jolts of arousal turned into a pounding, constant need, which pulsed with his breaths, and every movement of L's. Light was pleasantly surprised to discover that there was nothing overly submissive, or feminine about bottoming. Even when L turned him over, the familiar stimulation of hands added to the new stimulation felt right for a god, not at all demeaning.
It felt like being worshipped.
Subtleties of the dynamics between them aside, it felt good, somewhere in the hot panting and frantic movement, and that was important too. Presently, the rocking sped up and grew more agitated and less coordinated as L worked up to an edge, and slipped over it, slowing into a languid and shuddery end. Light reminded him of his responsibilities with an irritated moan, and an actual push back into him that would have embarrassed him had he not been half lost with need.
L took him into his mouth, which was smooth, and slick, and skilled, and practiced enough that Light mentally congratulated himself on selecting someone with an oral fixation. The body was easier to control, and Light toyed with the idea of lingering and indulging in L's mouth for a little longer, but he could see the drowsy weight in his eyes, and the sheen of sweat still glistening on him. Light's eyes shut, and his release hit him like adrenaline, like leaping over a chasm and feeling the power in his limbs, like immortality, and strength, and health. He felt alive!
L started licking Light, but instead of the long, sensual tonguing from before, it was hard, like he was cleaning his mouth off on Light.
"ewwwwwww."
"What?"
"Look, your sperm are dead."
"Hmmm, makes sense. How can you tell?"
"It's the wrong color. Look." Light generally didn't concern himself with what happened to his semen once it left his body, but he had a sudden thought.
"I'll never father children."
"If you were planning to stay with me, your chances weren't high anyways."
"I never thought about it. I always assumed I'd marry and have two kids, just like my parents."
"If you're fond of children, I have an orphanage we can visit."
"No, I don't- I just…I never thought about it, that's all."
"Light-kun is stepping into his uke role well, discussing children after sex." Light withheld a retort, since making it an issue would incite his natural stubbornness, and he'd rather bottom again later than argue.
"You haven't called me Light-kun in a while."
"Would you prefer chan?"
"No."
"We might even be close enough to not need honorifics anymore. They aren't needed for very close friends and spouses, if I understand correctly." L waggled his eyebrows, which looked ridiculous enough that Light had to laugh.
"I suppose not. I was just surprised when you used it again."
"That's because we've been speaking Japanese for the last half hour."
"Have we? Oh. So we have. You know, my father still calls my mother Sachiko-san."
"What does your mother call your father?"
"That depends on if she's angry with him, or not."
"Do your parents fight often? They didn't seem to despise each other, like a lot of married people do."
"No, they didn't. But my father came home late a lot. It worried her. She was always afraid something would happen to him, and she wouldn't even know until the next day, because sometimes he slept at the office."
"She never suspected him of cheating?"
"My father is a good man."
"Good men do questionable things, sometimes. I know someone who seemed nice enough, until it turned out he was killing thousands of people."
"He sounds brilliant. I bet he was good-looking too."
"Nope. I saw right through him." L yawned, and Light looped his arms around him when he curled closer.
"Go to sleep." L was already drifting off, but he nodded sleepily into the pillow.
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