When Light realizes cameras have been installed in his room, he finds erotic magazines to be the perfect excuse to justify the level of privacy he maintains. The plan was to just show that he has them, but what if he takes it a little farther?
A/N: I recently re watched DN which is my favorite anime and felt inspired to write this even though there is a story that I haven't updated in a while. I wrote this as a stand alone one shot but the ending hints at a continuation that I will consider if I see readers interested. I hope you enjoy ;-)
He was being watched.
From all possible angles by an overkill number of hidden cameras inside of his room and the rest of his house. There was obviously no budget cap for the Kira investigation and no regard for the law either. Light had to hold back a smirk.
L dared to condemn and chase him for taking justice into his own hands, for doing what no one else could to make the world a better place. He was compared to a common criminal for going outside the lines of law for the greater good, but there he was, the righteous L, infringing the law he swears to live by for what he believes to be the greater good of defeating Kira. The hypocrisy both offends and amuses him.
When he purposely hinted at his connexion to the police, he'd wanted two things to happen: First, for the police to be scared of just how far reaching his power really was, with the ability to control the time of death, and his influence that allowed him to know things that only a member of the task force should. He'd succeed.
And second, to plant doubt in their hearts that perhaps they weren't dealing with a mere human, which would only add to their fear of a possibly omnipresent being that – as he had proven with the murder of Lind L. Taylor on live television – had no qualms with killing even law enforcement when crossed.
There was a third thing, one that he hadn't wanted but knew to be expected, was for the suspect list to narrow, rather, for a list to form itself. Before, L had only his geographic location to go on, due to his own oversight – one he would never admit out loud – he had figured out his age group. Now, he could narrow his search to the families and perhaps friends of the men in the NPA, either that, or an incredible hacker, capable of breaching their security without having an ID or password.
A fourth thing was the childish desire to prove L wrong even when he was completely right, and even if it meant leading him in his direction. Light would take that one to the grave.
He'd expected security protocols to be revised and had abstained from logging into the NPA database. He knew his way around the old protocols, but it was too risky now, even with how confident he usually is in his skills.
He also expected to be under surveillance, him and the rest of his family, so he'd planned ahead. Whoever went into his room noticed the paper he kept in the frame of it as a alarm that would let him know of intruders, said agent had the sense to out it back and obviously reported the finding. The question would then be: Why so secretive? And before any speculation could be made, Light would give them the answer.
He lounges on his bed, skimming through the erotic magazine he just brought home, the perfect excuse for the trap in his door to keep his room private. He casually turns the pages wondering if his father demanded to watch over the family alone for their dignity or if there's a room full of agents staring at multiple screens showing all the angles of him looking at women in bikinis.
Is L watching too? He must be. He strikes Light as a hands-on detective, secretive, sure, but not one that would give out orders and let minions do the job. No, that's not L, he'd be watching every moment with incredible focus, trying to find something when he doesn't know what to look for. Does Kira kill by flicking his hand? Reciting a spell? Can he kill with just the power of his mind? How will they ever convict a man with such a power that leaves behind no traces?
Anxiety. L is anxious, he must be, and Light has an idea of how to make it worse.
Abandoning his initial plan of skimming through the magazine then feigning disappointment in its content, he pops the first three buttons of his white dress shirt. He's a great actor, forcing his breathing to come out uneven, but he's not skilled enough that he can force a blush when looking at such poorly stimulating images. He can only hope the act is convincing enough, but how far is he willing to take this in front of his father and possibly others?
The further he goes, the more pressure the rest of the force will put on L to recall such invasive surveillance, and the more it violates his privacy, the less admissible the recording becomes in court.
...Court? Light pops the fourth button a bit too harshly, angry at the stupidity of his own thoughts. He's not going to trial. He'd be dead before he submits to the justice system he believes to be so flawed. He would burn the book and himself with it before he accepts such humiliation from his enemy.
The fifth button goes, most of his chest is showing now and his right hand ventures upward to tease a nipple while his left still holds the boring magazine open right in the middle where the picture of an AV idol expands across both pages. The artificial pose presses her barely covered breasts together in a way that should entice him but achieves nothing just like the rest of the models in all the magazines he has forced himself to skim through.
He won't take it all the way, he decides, not out of shame, but out of caution. Any more than this and L – if he is as good a detective as he says – will see through his act. He can fake an orgasm, but not the sticky mess that it is supposed to leave inside his boxers, and with cameras even in the bathroom, he'd have no way of hiding the cleanliness of his underwear. The irony of having to do the opposite of a normal teenager isn't lost on him.
"It is normal in boys his age" L says, himself unconvinced, if only to appease the shame bubbling instead the Chief of the NPA as he is forced to watch his own son perform the intimate dance of sexual self gratification. Only the two of them are viewing the live feed from the Yagami household and he assured the man he thought nothing of it, but the elder looks no less embarrassed.
"I wonder" he begins, eyes never leaving the screens "Is this more embarrassing for Yagami-san to watch, or for him to know that I am watching?" He asks, genuinely willing to let the man leave or let him watch alone if he chooses, but the proposal he makes is exactly the one L had expected and could never concede to.
"Neither of us should be watching this!" The man expresses angrily, probably regretting his initial agreement to the plan as he averts his eyes from the lewd display "If he is Kira, he won't be killing any criminals while he does… that!" His voice is raised in aggravation that L cannot fault him for. The intricacies of japanese modesty and conservative morals combined with their communal attitude to bathing is lost on him, but he can comprehend at least why a father would rather not see, at have his son be seen, doing something that not only exposes his body, but is of a sexual nature. However, Kira won't be caught through the consideration of cultural boundaries. Some minor sacrifices have to be made.
"We can't know that, Yagami-san. We know so little about Kira's method, we can't rule out the possibility that he could carry out one of his judgements even while he appears otherwise occupied" he offers logically, but the man only huffs in defeat, turning his eyes back to the screen only to see that Light's right hand has moved on from his chest and slowly lowers to tease the tense muscles below his now exposed navel.
"I can't watch anymore of this" He finally announces, unable to look back at the less than graphic display. Truly, nothing noteworthy has been exposed to the cameras, and the wandering hand has yet to travel below the waist line. It can't be called pornographic, but the sensuality of the act shines through the glisten of the thin layer of sweat in Light's forehead, the uneven breaths, the shivers, the sounds he bites his lips to contain… An erotic play worth more than L believes even all his wealth couldn't afford a ticket to watch, but not something for a father to see.
"I understand, I will not force Yagami-san to endure it. I can watch it by myself, I ensure my discretion" he promised eyes darting between the bigger screen in the middle, and the third on the second row, currently the ones showcasing the best possible angles of the boy. The older man leaves without another word, grumbling his discontent.
A normal hormone driven teenager… somehow the description doesn't suit you, Yagami Light. This is an act, a convincing one, but an act nonetheless. For what purpose?
To appear less suspicious? Knowing that your father would be watching, would you go that far for it, when a thousand other things can achieve the same goal? No. Kira is prideful, he wouldn't put himself on display for that reason. Then… the obvious was to legitimize your concern for privacy, but that could also have been accomplished by keeping the magazines, it would have convinced anyone that you had a good excuse for wanting your family out of your room. So that's also not a good enough reason to go this far.
It just doesn't seem like something Kira would absolutely need to do. Unless it genuinely is part of his killing method? Would it really be something so unexpectedly bizarre? The fact that a mere mortal could hold the power to kill anyone, anywhere, anytime, with only a name and a face was unbelievable enough that L was prepared to believe even the weirdest explanation as to how they did it. But masturbating? Truly? Of all things?
Unless, rather than need, it was something that the boy wanted to do, not because he was a hormone driven boy doing what they all do when left home alone… but because he is Kira knowing that L is watching. He does it because there is nothing shameful in a healthy young man exploring his body. The one who should recoil is the adult watching without consent.
Yagami Light is teasing him. In all the senses of the world.
The magazine falls from the boy's grasp as the self given pleasure intensifies. Both hands now work in elegant harmony, avoiding the male's pants with purpose. Fingertips, mouth, nipples, neck… the ritual seems tailored to excite erogenous zones that the regular teenager wouldn't bother with, forgoing the genitalia in favor of skin just as sensitive to touch, something he knows in theory, that Light seems to know from practice.
The thought enters his mind before L can stop it; the image of Light, lost in real pleasure, unlike the act he puts up for the sake of his discomfort. How his real moans would sound like, how his skin would feel like, the gasping breath and trembling thighs…
Then abruptly, the show stops. L's brain comes back to reality to register the ringtone of Light's phone interrupting the moment. The boy sighs in annoyance before fishing the ringing device out of his pocket, eyes widening at the sight of the caller ID. He picks up, greeting his father, causing a similarly surprised reaction from the detective, although so subtle it could pass for a blink of his hollow black eyes.
L can only hear half of the conversation and doesn't bother himself trying to decipher the other half. It wouldn't he hard, but he knows the content isn't of value, only the timing mattered. Whatever it is Chief Yagami was telling his son, was a poor excuse to hide the fact that he had merely wanted him to stop what he was doing, to stop embarrassing himself in front of the hidden cameras, to stop showing the most intimate sides of him to a stranger, a man 7 years his senior, no less, one who suspects him of commiting mass murder.
Light hangs up, agreeing to whatever was said on the other side of the line. He hurries to put away the magazine in a hidden stash where others are also kept, none looking more than a month old. The boy fixes his shirt, paying no mind to his pants that he never unbuttoned, ignoring the subtle tent that less observant eyes wouldn't have even noticed. Is it only a quarter of the way erect, or is the material of the pants so tough it constricts the flesh? L wonders why he's using his genius brain to figure out such triviality, but that doesn't stop him from overanalyzing the small detail.
No, the material has enough give, and at no point did the boy appear to feel the pain of constriction, so it must be that, as he'd always known, the entire thing had been but an act that had only managed to excite the boy to a minimum.
L looks down to find a similar shape in the front of his oversized pants, difference being that he knows for a fact that the trousers he wears are indeed bigger than they need be, hiding the true size of what's underneath. The intensity of his body's response baffles him, as he'd never experienced any particular attraction to either sex and visual stimuli isn't his preference. There are other senses he finds more pleasurable to experiment with, and through the screen, Light couldn't toy with neither, but L's brain had done it for him.
The feel, the taste, the smell, it all was more vivid than it should be inside the genius's over active mind and he knows himself enough to understand why someone like him would feel that way. Is not that he finds Light Yagami more handsome than any man he has ever met, or that the display was the most obscene he has ever seen.
No.
The mistery that is Light Yagami, the puzzle laid before him, with confusing patterns and blurred edges, a mind so like his own; such childish motives for such shameless acts. A mass murderer, prideful and narcissistic to the point of god complex, touching himself, putting up an act of ecstasy in front of his own father and sworn enemy, for no other logical purpose than to fuck with his head.
Kira wanted to kill L as much as L wanted Kira to be lawfully executed for his crimes, but Light was ready to go this far or more just to tease him as hard as L failed to stop his mind from indulging in the forbidden... and two can play that game.