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Chapter 11

The first thing L felt as he awoke was comforting warmth. His body felt cocooned in something soft and heavy, it was an almost automatic response to pull it closer and snuggle further into the depths of whatever he lay in. He smiled as he realised what it was, a bed, an excessively luxurious one at that; it was especially marvellous to him though because he spent such little time in them. He wondered why he was in one now; he rarely slept because his insomnia, and caffeine addiction, kept him awake so much… In fact his own bed was not as comfortable as this, it was so rarely used it didn't need to be… he felt a yawn trying to make its presence known and he decided he didn't care whether this was his own bed or not, he wanted to stay in it for a while longer.

L frowned, as he tried to sink back into the sleep he had so recently woken from as the sound of faint scratching became apparent. He tried to ignore it, but the more he tried to ignore it the louder it seemed to become. He recognised the insistent noise as that of a pencil moving across paper in rhythmic and smooth lines, and the knowledge of there being another person in the room stole any chance L had of returning to sleep. The paranoid aspects of his personality made it simply impossible.

With a small sigh L let himself return to full wakefulness and with that came the return of his mental capacity, and the return of his most recent memories; the meeting in the museum, the 'date' and what Tsuki had done to him. He had been kidnapped by the thief. Tsuki had kidnapped him; he was in Tsuki's, no, Light's bed. Wherever the thief had decided to take him… for a brief moment panic overtook him, but it was squashed as he reassured himself that Light wouldn't harm him. It wasn't in his personality, and it seemed they both felt the same way about each other. He was safe with Light, he was sure of it.

With a start sudden panic gripped him again, he had been kidnapped. Wammy! Wammy wouldn't know what had happened to him!

Oh shit, L thought, allowing himself the swear word, for once, in his head. The situation certainly called for it he knew. Wammy would be panicking right now, and would be tracking him down. It would be made fairly easy because of the tracking device sewn into the pocket of his jeans, and into the neck of his shirt. If there was one thing L was certain of it was that he didn't want to be found, not yet anyway, he wanted to know why Light would do this. He wanted to let Light have his way for a little while longer. Being rescued wouldn't be conducive to any of this.

L forced himself to sit up, rising up with such speed that his head swam for a second. Whatever had been used to drug him was obviously still in his system L reasoned, but he didn't have time for such idle observations he knew.

"I need a phone, immediately," L said, not even bothering to open his eyes.

L did open his eyes though as Light laughed and paused in whatever he was doing, it seemed Light hadn't grasped the seriousness of the situation. L turned to glare at his captor, an eyebrow rising as he saw Light was wearing a mask, a mask that covered all of his face except his mouth. He didn't dwell on it though, nor on the A4 black notebook resting in Light's lap. His task was too urgent, he opened his mouth to ask for a phone again, but Light interrupted him.

"I don't think you are in any position to order me around L," Light said.

At his reply L felt like screaming at Light.

Light smiled at L as the detective looked at him in shock, but his smile froze in place at L's next words. It was overly evident that L hadn't quite grasped just what sort of situation he was in.

"So would you like my Protection to come barging into here at any moment?" L said, his voice filled with emotion, "There is a tracking device in my clothing, and if I don't phone my guardian soon there will be several armed men in here very, very soon."

For a moment there was absolute silence, and L couldn't fathom why Light was smiling still. In fact Light looked happier than before.

"L," Light was nearly laughing now, but he refrained because he had no idea how L was about to react, "Look down."

L did so and froze. He could see his chest, his bare chest. With slow movements he lifted the edge of the duvet and peeked below. He let it fall back immediately, he hadn't been impressed with what he had seen. L sat there as still as a statue as he tried to grasp the situation. He was sat, completely naked, in Light's bed, in Light's power and unable to contact Wammy.

"Cad," L whispered, his voice filled with venom, "you whoreson, degenerate cur."

"Though I have need of more rags to lay on thee," Light retorted still smiling, completely unaffected by L's inventive insults. "I believe mine was a much more intact quote from Shakespeare."

"His garments are rich but he wears them not handsomely," L added, his voice even more heated than before and growing in volume as he glared at Light, "You are an inhuman wretch, incapable of pity, void and empty from any dram of decency."

"Again I think you misquoted," Light replied, his tone calm and it seemed a smile was still twitching at his mouth.

"It fit you better this way," L growled, before adding in a near shout, "How dare you strip me naked!"

"You've already said there was a tracking device in them and I-"

"I have only just told you about it," L interrupted, his anger still evident.

"L," Light sighed, "In all seriousness, if you were in my position what would you have done? And do you really think I would have done anything other than take your clothes?"

L stilled, and he knew that truthfully he would have done the same thing, and that, no, Light was not someone to abuse anyone like that. Light was not such a beast. With a sigh he fell back onto the bed, carefully ensuring that the duvet moved with him though. For a moment silence descended between the two of them.

"What did you do with my clothes?" L asked at last, his words ending in another sigh, an arm rising to cover his eyes. He couldn't cope with this, Light was just too… too… too much like him.

"I posted them," Light replied blandly, "I have sent them to a P.O box I have kept under an alias. It will take them a while to get there though, I'm afraid I wrote the address rather poorly."

"You posted my clothing," L said, repeating in astonishment what Light had told him, he couldn't quite believe what he had heard, "you posted my clothing. Even I think that is excessively paranoid."

"It was the only option I had available," Light sighed, "I couldn't strip you in the museum; I definitely didn't want to walk out into the streets of London with a naked body in my arms. I couldn't leave them in the hire car, so I stripped you here and put it with the rest of the mail from the hotel this morning. I would apologise but I don't think you would believe me."

"I take it you didn't consider whether it was a tracking device that shows its entire route?"

"If it was in your clothing it was small, too small for such capabilities, posting it, or they, should have been enough to remove any tail I could have gained," Light replied.

"You are quite correct," L admitted, grimacing inside that Light was once again correct. He pulled the duvet closer as he shifted onto his side to look at Light's masked face, he decided that he could at least get 'one up' on Light in this way at least, "I should tell you that you don't need the mask."

"Oh?"

"Your real name is Light, not Tsuki," L said calmly, "you don't need the mask."

Light gave a small shrug and quickly pulled off the mask. L felt his stomach give an involuntary jolt as his assumption was proven correct, it was Light. He swallowed nervously as Light smiled at him with all of his face finally on view, not just his mouth, while a hand sorted out his still impeccable hair.

"I knew you had almost certainly worked out who I was when I entered the museum and there were no guards," Light said, "but I didn't want to accidentally give it away if you hadn't worked it out."

L merely stared at Light, a small smile on his face adorning his face as he stared at the man he loved, it was odd to think of someone that way but it was true. Even though he had been stripped bare he still felt strangely comfortable in the man's presence, it was a dangerous feeling, but as usual with Light he just didn't care. With Light he never cared, it was as if he trusted Light even though he knew almost nothing about him. His gaze swept down to Light's lap, and to the black notebook there.

"What were you doing?" L asked.

"This." With that Light flipped open the notebook and showed L the page.

L gasped, and visibly flinched. On the page before him was an incredibly detailed picture of himself asleep, surrounded in a few other images of his sleeping face with various expressions; he suddenly didn't feel safe any more. Seeing images of himself never made L feel safe.

"Destroy them," L whispered, his voice toneless.

"No," Light replied, his tone forceful and he sounded somewhat annoyed.

"Light," L said, his tone panicked as he tried to explain, "There can't be any images of me. It's too dangerous. Destroy them."

"No," Light repeated, he sounded dejected, "These are not a danger to you, it's not as though I am going to label them 'L' or post them on the internet. These are just private drawings, why would I do such things to you. I have made how I feel perfectly clear, it's your paranoia that makes you think the worst of me. Besides I sketch everything I 'steal'."

"Light," L said, his voice completely matter fact, "you kidnapped me and have taken my clothes. I think my paranoia is not the only thing to make me think the worst of you; you are doing it quite well enough by yourself."

To his surprise Light gave a hearty sigh and raised a hand to rub at his eyes. He looked surprisingly tired.

"I give in," Light muttered, he sounded as tired as he suddenly looked, "I refuse to argue with you any more. I assumed you knew quite well, or at least suspected, exactly what I was going to do. I felt this was just a natural progression of the game we were playing. If you truly are this paranoid, something I had come to doubt when we were at the restaurant, then I can give you some clothes and you can go. I only went back to my 'hobby' as I thought this was going somewhere, however I was wrong. I'm sorry I keep bothering you."

"No!" L nearly whimpered, and he gripped the duvet tighter as if he suspected Light was about to dump him bodily out into the corridor. "I didn't mean… That's not what I meant."

With that said, L pulled the duvet up over his head, hiding himself from Light's view. He was nearly shaking from Light's words, he didn't want to leave Light now, he hadn't meant to let his paranoia and his scepticism to fuel his words once more, or to make them so intelligible; he was just so unused to people… He flinched as a hand landed gently on the duvet above his head, and slowly began to move back and forth, as though Light was trying to stroke his hair through the covers. L tried to work out why the gentle touch made him feel worse not better. Light said nothing and L couldn't work out whether that made him feel worse or better either. All L knew was that he didn't want Light to stop.

Light knelt by the bed, staring down at where he presumed L's face to be; worry suffusing his features as he continued to stroke at L's hair through the duvet. He hadn't meant to upset L, but he had pressed on arguing with L and then saying such brusque things. He knew L couldn't have had much social contact, and potentially none at all for the type of relationship Light so wanted to forge; yet Light couldn't resist pushing and pushing for it. No wonder L kept acting so scared every time any thing like this happened; this was outside his comfort zone and someone as clever as L would be seriously upset at not understanding what was going on, or appearing that weak around someone.

Light wondered what he could say to make L feel better, what he could say to prove how he felt and have L believe it?

"I'm sorry." L's muffled voice suddenly sounded from beneath the duvet, and Light's hand paused momentarily in its activity before resuming. Light felt a burst of surprise pass through him, he had not expected L to say that at all, in his opinion L had no reason to.

"I'm not used to situations like this Light," L continued, "it pains me to admit this, but I'm not good with things like this at all. I'm trying to stop my paranoia, but you have to meet me half way… please."

L held his breath as he felt the hand that had been stroking at his hair from above the duvet shift away, he wondered whether he had said the right thing or not he just had no idea, but then he felt it return, this time though it was underneath the duvet, actually touching him. He shuddered as he felt Light's hand stroke his cheek before shifting to run gently through his hair. Unconsciously he leant into the touch, it felt so good to have Light touching him, to have one of those smooth hands he found so absorbing running across his flesh and cording through his hair… he bit his lip as he held back a moan, grateful that the duvet hid his face from Light. He didn't want Light to see him looking so desperate for more, to see his doubtlessly wide-eyed expression and almost bleeding lip.

"It's I that needs to apologise," Light said then, and L's eyes widened further as he felt something heavy against his forehead, Light had obviously pressed his head to his, he felt as though a knife had been plunged into his heart as he heard Light's next words, "I'm sorry L. I keep trying to force us to become something more, and I'm not taking account of how you feel. It's egotistical of me, and unfair to you. I'm sorry."

L couldn't stand it, he couldn't stand it at all, Light shouldn't be apologising to him again, not now. With shaking hands he forced Light back, and pushed the duvet away from his face. He saw Light's despondent expression, but he didn't stop in his actions, he reached up and pulled Light back down towards him not stopping until their lips met. If he hadn't already been horizontal he knew he would have been as soon as Light's lips met his. It only took a second and Light was responding to him, pressing his lips firmly against his, the hand returning to intertwine into his hair as he pulled L close.

The kiss was wonderful, but even that word wouldn't, couldn't, express how L felt. Light's lips were warm and soft against his, the hand in his hair a solid comfort against the heat of the kiss. L could feel the blood rushing through his veins so hard that it pounded in his neck and he was sure Light could feel it in his lips. He let out an involuntary moan, his lips parting as his pleasure overcame him, but he could not close them again; for Light had seized the opportunity for all it was worth. Light's tongue pressed into his mouth, almost forcing its way past his barely parted lips and ran along the front of L's own tongue.

L's throat felt tight, and a shudder run through his body in a tight hot wave that flared through every nerve and cell in his body, as Light's tongue plundered his unresisting mouth; moving in and out in a rhythm that felt far too erotic to L. He tried to fight back, but his tongue felt weak and unresponsive, the shaking that assaulted his body affecting even there; he gave another moan as Light responded to his own attempts by caressing his tongue with his own before enticing his tongue back into Light's own hot mouth. L whimpered as Light sucked gently at his captured tongue, and nipped ever so slightly at it with his teeth. Every time L tried to reclaim his tongue and let it return to the relative safety of his own mouth Light captured it and forced L to submit to the assault Light was raining on him. It was too much, far too much; so much so that he forgot to breathe, forgot to think.

Light controlled every stage of the kiss and he felt a burst of arousal flow through him at just how easily L submitted and at just how responsive L was. It was intoxicating to have such an emphatic reaction to just a kiss, to have such a physical demonstration of how much L truly cared for him meant more than anything. He could feel the tremble in L's body and in the muscle he held captive within his mouth, an organ he was attempting to memorise in every intimate detail. It spurred him on to greater heights and he let his hand begin a slow journey from head to chest, fingers massaging and caressing L's skin as he moved. He found his target and he ran his hand over the smooth skin of L's chest, while his tongue ran across L's in sweeping motions so similar to the movement of his hand.

Light pulled back hurriedly as shaking hands tried to push him away, immediately he began to worry that he had gone too far, but as he took in L's face he doubted it. L looked flush and his breathing came in ragged pants as he looked up at Light with hazy, lust filled eyes.

"H-how did you manage to breathe through all that?" L gasped, managing to smile at Light with twitching and slightly bruised lips, even while he attempted to regain his breath. Light smiled back at L and couldn't hold back a small laugh.

"Would another demonstration help you find the answer to that?" Light murmured, surprising even himself with his words, but he didn't regret them. He wanted to kiss L again, to explore deep into L's mouth and know that the man before him wanted him to, wanted him to kiss him. His smile broadened as L stared up at him, obviously unable to answer, his black eyes wide and unblinking. Light waited for L to answer, not moving from his position at all, he smiled down at L as the detective managed to nod his head ever so slightly.

Light gave L the further demonstration, leaning down to capture L's mouth with his own once more, making the kiss more insistent and demanding more than before. He forced L to respond to him, and enticed the detective to try to fight with him, attempting to teach L just what he was doing. L was a quick study and Light let out a small sigh of satisfaction as L's tongue intertwined with his and played along his bottom lip.

L shuddered as he attempted to follow Light's lead and a fresh surge of pleasure passed through him as he managed to attain a sound of pleasure from the man above him. It wasn't just him receiving pleasure and that thought made his own pleasure more. His mind was fogged from his activities and the beginnings of fresh oxygen deprivation, through all the attention he had once more forgotten to try and breathe. When Light again pulled away L was gasping, and just as red faced as before.

"Seeing you like this makes me wish I had brought watercolours with me," Light commented, his fingers once more running through L's hair.

"I dread the answer," L replied, but his words held no venom and he was unable to remove the smile from his face, or any of the softness to his gaze.

"You do?" Light said, he seemed shocked, "It's only because I want to see you like this everyday. You look beautiful."

L flushed harder at the words and pulled the duvet over his head once more, the sound of Light's sudden laughter filling the room.