AN- I quoted myself here. The music notation (This stuff in Italics and Parenthesis), is from Violins, Light. Light regains some composure here, while L...doesn't. Yeah...I'd have killed him. Killed him dead. -Kani.
"What's the matter, Light-kun? Have you grown attached to the room?" Light glanced up from where his hands had paused in their mindless task of packing. Everything he had in the room could fit in this one box, bathroom supplies included. He should have been done an hour ago. L pulled a clean shirt over his head and began toweling his hair, regarding him quietly. He left the drawer open, just to get on Light's nerves.
"Hardly." He folded another shirt and set it inside. The majority of his wardrobe had been moved to the other suite as he wore it, Watari just stocking the dresser there until very little remained in this one.
L had changed the rules. Light had spent all of that night and all of the next day considering whether he was really going to keep playing. He'd gone into it thinking that he'd have it won in a matter of days, and instead, just when he felt he'd sealed his dominance into place, L had literally knocked the wind out him. He'd changed everything…Light really didn't know if he was comfortable playing the game when it became that…deep. Whatever L had done really did not sit well with him at all. He hadn't slept, and he was glad it was the weekend…he'd have been unable to work anyway.
Light wandered over to the computer desk, peering at the monitor.
"So…is this coming to my room or do I get another one?"
"I don't necessarily have to provide you with a computer, Light-kun."
"I'll be more productive if I have one." He idly clicked around a bit.
"You're terribly spoiled you know. I suppose I haven't helped much."
"Well…being chained to a multi-millionaire does have some perks." He reached for the speakers and turned them up, fiddling with the dial.
"Light-kun, may I ask what you are doing? You should be packing."
"Mmmhmm…" Light gave a non-committal shrug and refused to turn around.
Click.
(Violins…soft, like bird's wings….) L's eyes widened slowly.
"Light-kun, turn that off."
"…No." L frowned, tossing the towel to the bed as he headed over to the desk.
The second his hand touched Light's shoulder, Light whirled, his fist slamming squarely into the detective's chest. L felt his air leave in him with decided rush, and then he was falling. He hit the bed hard, bouncing slightly.
(The voices came, a choral ensemble to rival the deities. He felt himself drift, slowly falling deeper into the song as it pulled him in. A small rise, like a tide coming in and he knew he was gone, feeling himself rise too, fully victim to the music drifting through his mind. A small rest, and his heart has picked up.)
"Are you listening, L?" L gasped, trying to get his breath back as he picked himself up slowly. The music was loud, so loud that he could hear over his thudding heart, and that was really too much, in his opinion. He moved to slip past Light, and was promptly shoved back by a large hand in the center of his bruises.
"Listen." (The violins take over the harmony again, light, taunting, and then the voices are high, full, alive…)
And then Light was sitting across his hips, quite possibly the worst place L could think for him to be, and he couldn't kick from here, and the music was quite loud really, sinking into his blood like a drug. L felt his eyes close, and could he almost hear Light smirking.
"Good." (Oh God, Confutatis)
"Yagami-kun, get off me."
"Oh, back to my surname are we? You always do that when you're having trouble distancing yourself." Light almost fell as the detective tried to buck him off. L's eyes shot open at his mistake, his breath catching.
"Ah, it seems you realize the genius of this position now. Unless you're willing to grind me, L, you're kind of stuck here." Light smirked again. "Sucks doesn't it?"
"You childish, arrogant, pig-headed son of a-" His head rocked to side as Light slapped him smartly across the cheek.
"No. Listen." (The drums are back, merciless for the first few measures God, and L is not a religious man, but he prays now, he listens. He hears, he feels, and he trembles. The Latin slows, dropping into a sinful melody, sung by Satan himself, and then it stops…) L's fists clench and shoves at him, hard. Light just grabs his wrists, forcing them to the bed.
"Mildly hypnotic. To be spoken to like a trained dog. That's how you did it, isn't it? Hurt, and then refocus." (Silence…) Light leaned in, raising his eyebrows expectantly as he glanced at the computer.
"Wait for it…wait…." (And it begins again, the drums sending tremors through his very soul, and the violins too, dancing like fire. The voices are strong, defiant, loud, God they're so loud…) L fought him, feeling himself start to give under his curse. Light laughed and held him still, talking in that slow voice L had come to loathe simply because he couldn't ignore it. "Confutatis…Maledictus…Oh come now, L, you know the words."
If looks could kill…oh god if Looks could kill and flammis acribus addictis, voca me cum benedictis! Holy God, he hated Light Yagami.
"Have you told your Father you're gay yet, or may I have the pleasure?" L snapped, unwilling to let himself drift even for a second because…because then…
"You're not listening, L." Oh but he was…he could hear the demons and angels he so loved in the background and really, he could kill him. Right now, he could murder Light Yagami and call it a day's work. Silence fell, and he flinched when the drums came back, unable to ignore them any longer. The dark voice of the chorus spoke to him, whispered into his ear and he was helpless.
Light could see him drifting away, and leaned down to put an ear to his chest. A moment later the tell-tale purr came to his ears, and he grinned. He'd won this time…He just had to hold out now. He waited another moment before carefully shifting off to one side, maintaining his grip on the detective's wrists.
Silence fell, and L couldn't breathe anymore. God this song was too much, damn Light, damn him, damn him, damn him!
Light grinned as L's purr grew louder in the short silence before the song repeated itself. He took a position on the edge of the bed, above him, and held him there. The drums came back, and he found himself wondering how the detective had developed this particular fetish in the first place. A sudden jerk at his hands almost caught him off-guard and he tightened his grip. L's lips parted slightly as Confutatis hit its high note, and then he was gone, lost completely to the music. Light was highly amused by this, but that sick feeling was sliding into his stomach, the unpleasant tightening that asked him just what the hell he was doing.
L rolled to his side, curling up protectively as tremors ran up and down his spine. The violins, loud and merciless, rang in his ears, and he wanted to play. He wanted to play, he wanted to listen, he wanted…
NO. He would not even consider that, but it was there, hovering in the back of his mind. He fought it…he would not be weak in front of Light Yagami.
But God, if this kept up…if he…if Light didn't…
"Turn it off." The voice came unexpectedly, and Light almost missed it. It drew him from his thought as his eyes left the computer to glance down at the detective.
"Come again?"
"Turn…turn it off."
"…No…No, I don't think I will." L didn't trust himself to speak without moaning, so he waited until the next silence, his heart pounding in his ears.
"Light, you have to turn it off." Light glanced down in real surprise then. It was the first time the detective had addressed him that way…no honorifics, but still familiar. Had he really gotten that far, that the detective didn't care about the intimate slip? It was something to ponder.
"I don't have to do anything." L glared up at him.
"Do you want…me to beg or something?" He bit his lip as the music came back, and why did it seem so loud now? Why? Light pretended to consider this.
"Intriguing as that sounds, I'm afraid that's not good enough. You drew blood."
"You…let…ah, fuck turn it OFF!" L writhed in his grip, back arching slightly, and while it wasn't the kind of writhing Light had in mind, it was something, certainly.
"No. I won't." L's fists were clenched as he held himself back, and Light's eyes flashed in triumph as a low moan rang from his throat.
L was fighting a losing battle. He could feel the tension in every muscle as he lay there. He said the first thing that came to his clouded mind.
"I'll fight you."
"What was that?"
"I'll…damn it, I'll fight you, Light."
"I think you'll do that one way or the other, L." Light leaned down to talk just beside his ear, knowing exactly what the sound did to him.
"I think you're very close now, and if I don't stop it soon, you're going to be very embarrassed. I think you'll be furious with me, and you'll try to beat me within an inch of my life."
"Sound…logic, Light, I must admit…I…God, turn it off you bastard!"
"Now, Now…there's no need for name calling." The music fell quiet, and L relaxed, panting.
"I think that if I turn it off now, you're still going to be very angry with me, L." Light transferred both his wrists to one hand carefully. "I also think that if I were to…play, with you right now, you'll end this a lot sooner than expected, yes?"
L paled visibly, staring at that free hand like it was covered in broken glass. "Don't touch me."
"Oh I wouldn't be so crude." L looked away, because his tormented mind had taken that somewhere it should not have gone. Light laughed again.
"Well, you are in a mood, aren't you?" Light slipped his hand under the detective's chin, reveling in the harsh pulse beneath his palm. L inhaled sharply, eyes snapping back to the younger man's.
"Light don't-"
"Yes, even that helps, doesn't it? It's almost sad." Light could feel the steady rumble of L's purr, a quiet vibration beneath the skin. "You don't even realize you're purring, do you?"
L shook his head, warily. Then the drums came back and oh fuck, he was going to go insane. "Turn it OFF, Light! Damn you!"
"No. Not yet. We aren't done negotiating." The hand at his throat began petting lightly, and all conscious thought deserted him for a moment. "Don't do that…don't…Light stop it!"
He did…for a moment. He waited until L relaxed a fraction, then moved his hand again, bringing it up to scratch the detective's ear like the cat he sounded like. Something between a growl and a whimper rang from his lips and Light just shook his head. Really, this was too easy…just too damn easy.
"Fucking Hell, Light…what do you Want?!"
"Hmm…I don't know, L."
"Figure it out. Now. Or I swear before God I will castrate you with a plastic spoon!" Light laughed…honestly laughed, at that. He laughed for a long moment, and L wondered how he could laugh and keep…keep touching him, at the same time.
"Hmm…how about this? I'm going to torture you for another few minutes, I think…just to get you good and angry…"
"No need to wait, I'm there you piece of-" Light let his nails bite in, really bite, and L's insult died on a sharp gasp as his eyes closed. The music fell quiet again, but there was no relief, not with Light's nails, his fucking claws just there, beneath his ear, working harshly in circles that were completely fracturing L's control…shattering it, really.
"Then I'm going to let you go…and I'm going to finish packing."
"Not if…I'm painting the walls…with you, you won't, you sadistic little fuck, Let me GO!" L bucked once, and Light leaned down again putting on his best Kira-quiet voice for the occasion.
"If you want me to stop, then pay attention. I'll let you go…but I want you to do Nothing. Understand?" Light pulled his nails back through the damp hair in slow circles, trailing lazily across the skin and back to the ear he was whispering into.
"Light, stop it, just stop it…I…Fuck, Light, TURN THE FUCKING MUSIC OFF!" The drums were back and yes, yes L was crazy, he was fucking insane, gone to the world…
"Will you behave?"
"I…what?!"
"You won't lay a hand on me. Just lie there and be good?"
"I…I don't…Oh fuck it, YES! YES whatever the FUCK you WANT!!!"
"If you don't, I'll tie you to bed and leave you here for Watari to find. How long do you think you'd last hmm?" He drug his nails down, over the highly-sensitive skin at his throat, and L choked a moan back, refusing to be weak, he would not, he would NOT…
"Fine… FINE, just turn it off!"
"Good boy." Light continued to torment him for another moment, as he promised, and L was ranting at him. Finally, he let him go, and L flew to the computer. The music died abruptly.
"It is a catchy little tune, isn't it, L?" L turned to stare at him, perched on the edge of the bed and smirking.
"Get your shit, and get out of my room. Now."
