"Come along, Light." Soichiro said gently.
Light looked up from his desk. He wordlessly closed his textbook and followed his dad out of the house.
Ever since L had left three months prior, Light had positively thrown himself into his studies. He never went on any more dates, choosing to stay inside the safety of his room. He no longer wished to speak to Misa Amane. She had accepted this fact eerily well, but everyone suspected that she was merely planning a way to drag Light onto a date. A suspicious amount of chatter had been overheard between her and Sayu.
Soichiro drove down familiar roads. "Where are we going, Dad?" Light asked boredly.
"It was supposed to be a surprise, but... I guess I can say." Soichiro smiled but never took his eyes from the road. "We are going to visit the old Headquarters."
Light immediately looked to his father. "What?"
"My son, speechless?" Soichiro chuckled. "I suppose he is human after all."
"Why are we visiting the old Headquarters?" They're only full of memories.
Light looked straight ahead. He barely saw the roads they rode along. Why would we return there now? It's... No. I promised myself I would no longer think about that.
Soichiro pretended to concentrate on parking and avoided the question entirely. He turned his key and unlocked the doors. He opened the door and stepped out of the car. Light did the same, wanting an answer but not wanting to have to repeat himself.
The security was in place but both men were allowed through without dealing with it. Light suspiciously watched his father's back as they walked up steps. One flight... and another... Light kept careful count. They were on the platform to the main investigation room.
Soichiro pushed open the door and entered. Light followed somewhat slowly, looking in with suspicion. Only one chair was occupied. The computer in front of it was off, but the figure in the chair faced it anyway.
Light stepped forward. The only sound in the entire room was that of his footfalls. Lips parted but no words emitted.
Finally, the chair spun around. "Hello, Light."
Light stopped moving. He was not certain he even had the ability. The owner of the chair stood and slouched up to Light.
"E...El...L." Light stuttered.
"I wanted to come sooner." L whispered.
"I didn't think you were going to." Light admitted.
"I said I would." L said sternly. "I intend to keep every promise I make."
Soichiro smiled. "I will be at work, Light."
L looked to Soichiro. "The NPA took you back, I am certain?"
"Oh, yes." Soichiro grinned. "We are all sitting quite comfortably now."
L nodded. "Good."
Soichiro said as he left. "I will pick you up tonight, Light."
"Thanks, Dad." Light called after him. "For everything."
Light looked to L. "When did you arrive?"
L glanced at Light's watch. "Twenty minutes ago."
"But my Dad... Oh."
"I had Watari contact him as soon as we landed." L confirmed.
Light allowed himself a smile. "I missed you."
"I hoped so." L said quietly. "I missed you, too."
L kissed him then, and Light remembered why he had ever stopped arguing with the man in the first place. It was much more... pleasant to be on such wonderful terms with the detective.
"I will have to make trips to England on occasion." L said softly. "However, never for so long as I was just gone for."
"Why do you have to return to England?" Light asked curiously.
The corners of L's mouth twitched. "I have to check in on children."
Light accepted that answer for the moment. L embraced him tightly and Light smiled. He rested his head on L's chest and closed his eyes.
"I am comfortable here." L said quietly.
"I'm glad." Light said happily.
L kissed the top of Light's hair. The teen grinned against his shirt, hands running along L's back. The detective pulled away and led Light to sit comfortably on the couch. Light leaned against L, a gentle smile in place as fingers played with his hair. He traced small circles on L's knee with his fingertip, truly content for the first time in months. He felt L shift before the detective was pressing butterfly kisses against any flesh he could reach.
Light let out a soft, happy noise as L ran his lips over his chin. No complaints were heard as nimble fingers carefully undid the buttons down Light's shirt. Light shifted as L pushed the cloth back slowly, Light drawing his arms out of the sleeves. He blushed as L worshiped the revealed skin, dampness left in the wake of his roving mouth. Light leaned against the back of the couch as L pressed a final kiss over the button of his trousers.
"Light..." L whispered.
The boy in question shivered as hot breath danced over his stomach. He moved his hips forward instinctively, aching for more of the warmth L gave him. L looked p at the dazed smile on Light's face as he undid the single button. Light blushingly lifted his hips as L pulled away the fabric. The detective knelt on the floor between Light's legs, delicately lifting Light's legs one by one and stripping them of fabric.
Light gasped as L kissed his red boxers. He shifted somewhat nervously as fingers slipped beneath the waistband. L kept his gaze with Light's as he pulled off the final barrier to Light's body.
He automatically tried to cross his legs and cover himself, only to find L between them. He looked at the tender smile on L's face and was reassured. He sat still as L slowly stood, the detective pressing forward. Light held up his hands, resting them against L's shirt. He closed his eyes as L's lips captured his own. Light's fingers clenched white fabric as L's tongue ran along his lower lip. He hesitantly parted his lips.
L ran a hand down Light's side as his tongue slid into Light's mouth. Light moaned softly into L's mouth. He pulled away from the detective, breath rasping in small gasps. He looked with wide eyes at L.
The detective smiled as Light's hands tremblingly gripped the hem of L's shirt. He lifted his hands, pulling up the white fabric. Soon L's shirt and pants were discarded, thrown next to Light's clothing on the floor. Light nervously ran a hand over L's boxers. L stood incredibly still, wanting nothing more than to remove the final piece of clothing and finally claim the boy in front of him.
Instead he stood still as Light ran his hands over his hips. Finally the boy hitched his fingers in the waistband and pulled them down L's legs. Light dropped them to the floor and L stepped out of them.
Light mindlessly bit his lower lip. He moved back, pressed against the back of the couch as L knelt on the cushion between his legs. Light ran his hand down L's cheek, looking into dark obsidian eyes. L tenderly raised a hand and pressed three fingers against Light's lips. Lips parted and L slid in his fingers. Light continued staring at L as his tongue ran over slender fingers.
When L's patience was waning, he withdrew his fingers. All that connected him to Light for a moment was the trail of spit leading back to Light's mouth. Soon the connection broke and L's hand was near Light's thigh. Light took a breath and spread his legs, inviting L. L gently slid his first finger into Light.
A frown flitted across Light's face. He watched L's face, just as the detective was watching his. L shifted his single finger around, searching somewhat impatiently. The moment he saw Light's eyes widen and lips part, he stopped his search. He rubbed the single spot, smiling. Light gasped in front of him, hands desperately clinging to L's shoulders. L inserted his next finger, watching Light's face for signs of discomfort. He wasted no time before all three fingers spread the boy in front of him.
Light murmured nothings as L withdrew his fingers. Light's hands clenched L's shoulders as the detective carefully aligned himself.
Light gasped, head leaning back as L slid inside of him. He was trapped between L and the couch, and yet he felt unafraid. L pressed against him, one hand helping to keep him steady. The other was, in Light's opinion, in a much nicer position around his own arousal.
L stroked Light as he slid back. The boy could not hold back small moans of pleasure, giving in completely as L moved inside of him. A tinge of pain seemed distant; L slipped his hand along Light's arousal, keeping Light's mind entirely on the pleasure.
Light moved with L as the detective moved faster. L forced himself to keep his own eyes open to watch Light. The brunette stole heaving breaths, chest rising and falling over his pounding heart.
"E...El, L..." Light whimpered.
L stroked Light to completion. At Light's cry of release, L let go inside of Light, pounding until he himself was complete. He sank against Light, both breathing heavily. Sweat ran down their skin, slippery between the two of them. L pulled from Light, standing as straight as he ever did before he kneeling between Light's legs.
Light looked at him with hazy eyes. He soon realized L was gently wiping the release from his stomach with white fabric. He was touched that L chose to use his own clothing rather than sully Light's.
"L... Promise me you won't leave me again." Light whispered.
"How could I?" L smiled softly.
Light was taken aback as L lifted him into his arms. A whisper of "shower" met Light's ears. He buried his face against L's chest.
Light was comfortable, too.
-E.N.D.-
So that is it for this Arc. The Complete tab has been added.
But, as I said, a sequel will be done. I also had the thought while writing this that Light has that piece of Note in his watch. So there is plenty of fodder for more- actually, it really only makes sense to write out another bit as questions of Misa and the Death Note are left unanswered here. That is another story for another day. (Hopefully it is a story for sometime next week. I want to work most of it out before I begin writing it. I usually hold what I want to do in my head. Should write it out this time, just to be safe.)
I want to thank every one of you who has reviewed or alerted or favorited this story. You guys are the best! I hope you will enjoy the sequel as much as this one.
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Did anyone look for a translation of the title "Sic Transit Gloria?" It is Latin and means "Glory Fades." To me it fit- Light considered himself a God but lost it all.
And that, as they say, is that.