Disclaimer : I do not own Death Note.
A/N: The moment many of you have been waiting for has arrived! Enjoy!
Some people get really really defensive of Light or L as top or bottom. For the purpose of this fic, it will regularly switch off, as will the mood/tone of the act, so hang in there if the configuration is not what you want. XD
Merry Christmas 2015!
Also, the case WILL come back. The boys are distracted at the moment. XD
L whipped an arm out in front of himself, blocking Light at a little less than arm's distance. It surprised Light so much (plus the impact to his chest) that he made a sound. "What?" he demanded.
L said nothing. He looked at him, then put his arm down.
"Yes?"
With slow movements, L shifted his body to the edge of the bed, until all of him was close to Light, but not touching. He reached out with both hands and took either side of Light's face, locking their eyes together. He couldn't force Light's gaze mechanically, but the way he was looking at him, Light could not have possibly looked away.
He blinked in confusion. His heart rate had picked up but he didn't really know why. "L, what are you doing?"
The other boy offered no explanation. Instead, he leaned into him and kissed him.
Good, Light thought. Finally, now he'll-
It was soft.
Light's breath was gone and his hands went to L's shoulders, though to push him away or bring him closer, he didn't know. He couldn't make a move in either direction, frozen to the spot. His eyes closed without him telling them to.
L's hands were warm, firm but yielding. His lips were pliant. Light had known both of those things, but it was the first time those body parts had been used exactly like this on him, and it was turning his brain into mush. He didn't even have the mental capacity to kiss L back. Instead, he sat there like a lump, receiving the kindest, gentlest kiss of his life and unable to function enough to return it. Unable to even decide if he wanted to return it or not.
It was everything kissing J was, except it was L.
L who knew him completely. Who knew that Light was a manipulative, vain, dickhead with a god complex. L, who not only didn't mind this but who thought it was fucking hot.
He kissed him like this for several long moments. Maybe minutes. And then the hands started to withdraw at the same time as the lips started to pull back, and Light's insides turned into ice. Sharp, horrible ice.
"No," he said, trying to follow the touches.
L stopped, his fingertips still on Light's cheeks but only just. "What?" he asked in a soft, low voice.
"…No," Light repeated. "Please."
He didn't realize what he'd said until the word was out of his mouth, but once it was out there he didn't try to take it back. He looked at L. L looked at him. And then L's hands came back and he kissed him again, pulling Light all the way into his arms.
Light went willingly, being drawn fully horizontal, on his side facing L. Then everything was a shifting of bodies, forward and together. He couldn't move fast but he couldn't resist it, either. It was like L had become a magnet and Light was being pulled to him. He pressed closer, wrapping his arms around him, welcoming him in and holding him tightly. L's tongue brushed Light's teeth and he let it in, too, sucking in a breath while he still could. Their foreheads resting together, their chests crushed against one another, their hips flush, their thighs and knees and legs tangling together.
L's hands ran up through Light's hair then down Light's back and L was absolutely everywhere. They couldn't be closer but it still didn't feel close enough so Light pulled at L's shirt.
It wouldn't come up properly, being pinned between their bodies, but he did get more of L's back that way and he dug his fingers into it, and L caught his breath against him and that made Light shiver because for the first time in his life L was being obvious: he wanted Light.
Sad that it had to be the same day as the first time Light was being obvious.
Light's musing was cut off by L pulling away. For a moment, he was certain that L was doing it again and that now he'd stop, leave the room, and Light would have given in for no reason. Then he'd be forced to track him down and kill him or something, or at least find an even more over-the-top escalation which would almost certainly have to be sleeping with J which he couldn't do, but maybe he could if he were drunk or angry enough with L…
But then L was back on him, minus shirt, kissing him like he'd been away from him a million years and Light was the last source of gaseous oxygen on Earth, and the puzzle pieces fell into place with a soft, slightly-condescending click. L wasn't leaving. At no time during this encounter was L going to stop them and leave Light hanging like every single time they'd both done it before. Not just now, but ever.
L was always going to be there. He always had been, every time Light turned around, and it was never, ever going to change. In three years they'd graduate and it still wouldn't change. Wherever Light went L would follow, and Light was right now, at this moment, starting to realize that wherever L went, Light would be, too.
He felt…
Well, he felt.
It didn't matter terribly much what it was. He could worry about that later. Right now it was enough to know that his life and L's were intertwined beyond disentangling and that he didn't want to disentangle them anyway, and that that was why it felt like Light couldn't get close enough to him. He was never going to be away from L for long, for the rest of his life.
It filled him with even more feelings that Light had no name for. Sharp again, but this time not in a bad way. He flung his arms over L's shoulders and kissed him back, forgetting about his enticing shirtlessness and losing himself in the kiss.
L inhaled sharply and pulled away again. This time, Light didn't think he was leaving. Immediately L's fingers were tangling with the buttons of Light's shirt, hooking them out of their holes one by one as quickly as possible without, Light did notice, tearing them. Smart boy. Though right now Light would probably have let him just tear his shirt off his body.
He didn't waste time coming back before he slipped out of his pants and underwear and more laboriously got Light out of his. It wasn't fast, wasn't rushed, but there was a sense of urgency. It had taken them years to get to this point, after all, and while L didn't seem to be trying to get it over with he also wasn't dawdling. When they were both completely bare was when L came back, wrapping them back up together as easily as if they'd been doing it all their lives.
That was what distinguished it. It wasn't awkward or weird, even though neither of them had done it before. It was simply the most obvious thing that could be happening with the most obvious person in the most obvious way, so of course it was the thing that was happening. It was always them, competing and thereby working as a team.
They kissed and Light touched L everywhere he'd wanted to before but hadn't gotten to, and L did the same. It felt amazing to have his hands on L but even more amazing to have L's hands on him. He knew it wouldn't always be the way but this time, right now, L was in charge, and Light couldn't resist his gravity.
At exactly the right time, L began to kiss down Light's body. He'd been doing it for a while, now, but this time Light could feel the purpose in the movements. It was slow but not agonizing. Fast but not rushed. L was amazing, just amazing, and Light held his breath when L was all the way down, between his legs.
He was glad for the internet research because otherwise he probably would have been really startled when L brushed his finger at the point he'd be pushing into later. As it was, Light knew what was happening and instead of clenching up in surprise he was able to relax into it. L touched him there a few more times before the hand disappeared and returned moist. Lube? The bastard had his own, like he'd known this would happen.
Light always had found foresight really attractive. Also arrogance and presumptuousness.
L was really attractive.
Now L was kissing his thigh. Now L's hands were slipping in behind Light. Now his lips and tongue were gently caressing Light's cock and it made him arch his neck. Now a single finger was pressing slowly into him and… wow, yes, that did hurt a little but those lips and tongue on his cock were really distracting. Now L was massaging and it didn't hurt anymore. Now the finger was deeper and Light was pushing back against it, experimentally. He could see how this could be good.
"More."
Now L was looking at him, agape, and now there was another finger and another and then there were three.
And then three didn't hurt and then there were no fingers and Light felt stretched out and wanting. Also, he was breathing like he'd run a mile, because someone had just been fingering him and it was L. He looked up as L settled down onto him. The other boy was watching him, unblinking, chest heaving. He opened his mouth as if to say something and Light smiled.
L's eyes widened. He said nothing. He shifted and Light spread his legs. Light wasn't an indecisive person but he'd never been so sure of what he wanted. He was becoming so damn obvious but he supposed as long as L was, too, it didn't matter. He settled with his arms around L's waist and, just a little bit, tugged on him.
L shuddered and shifted, and then Light felt him start to breach him.
Fuck that was weird.
Fingers were one thing. Light was used to L's hands. He'd seen them a million times, kissed them, held them, sucked on them. He'd barely ever seen L's cock, though, let alone kissed, held, or sucked it, and now it was making its way into a space that was not strictly designed for entry.
L froze when he felt Light tense up and it made Light soften. It didn't feel good yet but the look on L's face and the way L's shoulders and back were moving made it worth it. It didn't even cross his mind to tell him to stop. L didn't offer.
"I'm fine," he said, making his voice sound normal. L nodded shakily and held him close, pressing in more. Light buried his face in L's neck and just breathed. The scent of L didn't do anything to make him relax; it made him want him even more.
L was whispering something but Light wasn't listening. He made his body relax into it, taking deep breaths just like he'd read to. He focused on taking one breath for every three or four that L took. He caught random words from L that sounded like quiet exclamations or maybe praise. Soon the pain faded and relaxing was even easier.
He dropped his head back to the pillow, looked up at L, and said, "Do it."
L pulled out slowly, just a little, and came back in, breathing hard. He did it again, a bit further out and a bit harder in. A third time and something changed. Suddenly Light's vision was filled with spots and it was amazing and Light cried out, not loud but very abrupt. It made L jump and instantly repeat the motion exactly almost as a reflex.
"There," Light demanded. "There."
So L did. The sense of magnetism, of not being close enough, remained and added to the desperation. He both needed that feeling again (and again, and again, and fuck again) and needed L closer, his whole body plastered to Light and also inside him. It was sweat and a slow build, rising like a tide, clinging together even as they began to slip against each other. One of them was close, Light wasn't sure who, or maybe it was both of them because now Light was shifting to meet each thrust, wanting it deeper and harder, and it was faster, more frantic.
When Light thought he couldn't take another moment, L shifted, slammed into him, and came, arms tightening and taking Light's breath away, or maybe that was the way that all at once Light came harder than he ever had in his life, his cock trapped between his body and L's, L's arms around him.
It left him gasping, scrambling for something to hold onto, and then L dropped down onto him and he was worn out, exhausted…
Content. Warm. Warm towards the boy who was still tangled up with him. He stroked his lower back gently.
For several long minutes, neither of them moved, just trying to catch their breaths. It took a long time.
Finally, L broke the silence. "I was starting to think I'd never win," he said, voice breathy.
Light would have gotten prickly but he was too filled with endorphins. "I really thought you'd cave first."
"I think. A few more times and K-kun would have been correct."
Light groaned.
L propped himself up a bit. "Do you regret it then?"
It felt like an important question. Did Light regret what, exactly? What was he really being asked here? It didn't matter because the answer would always be the same. "No." It had been amazing and his body still felt great and he'd gotten to see L… like that… "Besides, there are plenty of other things we can kill each other over. I don't think this necessarily has to be one of them."
"Great," L agreed. He winced and gently pulled out of him. It was strange and Light made a face.
"I observe that it was at times painful," L said.
It was an apology. An L apology, at least. "A little," Light said dismissively. "But worth it."
"I suppose I shall find out soon enough."
Light smirked. "You most certainly will."
They didn't agree on it formally or out loud, but that night they slept in L's bed in each other's arms.
L did not have nightmares.
