Both L and Light had felt happier than ever before in their lives. Never wanting to move, but eventually stirring, for some cake and punch. This time it was L who was the first to act. The quick movement shocked Light, but not before quickly reacting, and relaxing into L's arms.
It was now, somewhere around 2:00 or 3:00 in the morning. Though, neither of the men knew let alone cared.
These were not the fast working hands Light knew, no, they were slow, tired almost, they lazily pulled Light closer and closer. Soon a flurry of heated passionate madness ensued. Kissing, nipping, touching, and soon thrusting and moaning came.
L's hands moved more quickly, gliding down past Light's stomach, causing a moan and tightening of muscles.
The pale, thin hands slipped mistily across the hem of Light's pants, a sigh of pure euphoria hissed from the hot lips. Then slipping down the zipper slowly, too slowly, causing Light to shove his own hand over L's in an attempt to hurry him up, L's soft hands delicately playing with the elastic band on Light's boxers. Light just wanted L to touch him, he had waited so long, even before they had first kissed that one night, he had wanted him, and now he wanted him. Badly.
Light could hold on through only a little bit more of this torture, he needed it. Light kissed L wildly, pulling his hands downward into a heated blur of bliss and ecstasy as he stroked the one thing Light wanted L to touch. The movements underneath the boxers grew faster and faster as did Light's hitching breath. Soon, Light was returning the favor for L getting the same reaction that he had given. L shoved Light away from the kitchen, seeming to be angry, but really just being playful.
The both of them writhed tremendously under the sheets as their own bodies touched, rocking back and forth, side to side, with each move both trying to keep there bodies from releasing all the tension that was built up at once.
Then slowly, Light eased into a panting L, painful noises shot from his mouth, but soon moans were filling the air as they both connected.
Finally at 4:13 in the morning the two collapsed onto the bed, just like one would, given the passionate, vigorous activities they endured. Interlocked with any limbs they could tangle they both fell into heavenly sleep, not caring about anything around them.
L tugged away without warning, sitting up and looking straight into Light's pale eyes.
"Light, I want to give you my present now."
Light looked puzzled, 'was that not the present…?' he wondered.
"We have identified, and are moving in on the third Kira. You are no longer a suspect." Oh, how L wanted to believe his own words, 'you are no longer a suspect.' But he couldn't.
"L, I've been with you the whole time, I've known this for a while…"
"My name." L smiled an extremely mournful smile, no hint of happiness.
"E-L…." Light could do nothing but look at his sad lover.
"May I tell you it?"
"L…"
"Yes, Light?"
"Only if you really trust, and love me." Love? It was true, it was no use he was in love with L.
"I love you, L" Light said whispering down into the hair by his detective's ear.
L could not speak, he had no idea what to say, which stung Light bitterly as he backed away.
"Light, I-," L stuttered, "I love you too, Kira and all."
"If you think I am Kira, why would you tell me your name?"
"You have made me truly happy, Light Yagami, no matter what I do, I could never sentence you to death, I would much rather die at your lovely hands, Light."
And with that the conversation was done, saved for another day.
