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JUST SO YOU KNOW: I have taken creative liberties with middle names, so please take that into consideration. Also, I've only seen the Anime.

This is my FIRST Death Note fic, so I suppose you could say I'm new to the Fandom! Also, I live in England, I don't know Japanese, so any Japanese I use in this story I get from Google Translate XD

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P.S. This is an AU - Light was never Kira, but still helped during the investigation; obviously, Light and L did not die; the Kira case took 1 year to clear up, not (about) 7; set in 2016. I apologise for OOCness, but it IS an AU ;)

Chapter 16

L

The next four months went by quickly, Light going back to University far too soon for my liking. Watari had taken to home-schooling the boys, the three of them preferring that idea over going to an actual school. Not that I blamed them. Wammy's was our home, our school, our safe haven; it was all we knew. Regular school was a mystery, an unknown. Something the boys had admitted they weren't ready for.

Light spent many evenings and weekends with us, staying the night whenever he could, much to the delight of the boys and, of course, myself.

Which was how I decided on one of Light's Christmas presents.

Light had spent Boxing Day, December 26th, with us, after spending Christmas with his family, of course. I had left the small, flat, rectangular box in clear view on the coffee table in the living room. The boys had quickly made themselves scarce, hiding behind the corner. Light had seen his name on the box, frowning as he asked what it was. He only picked it up when I told him to open it.

"L…. Does this mean what I think it means?" Light had breathed, the box dropping into his lap.

"It depends," I had replied, slowly, carefully. "What do you think it means?"

"Please, don't do that. Not right now."

His voice had shaken ever so slightly, his eyes a mix of hope and nerves. I had taken his hand in both of mine, the bandages from my right hand long gone, fresh scars open to the air. Shuffling where I sat until I could face him fully, and look into those big brown eyes, feeling my heart in my throat.

"I would like you to move in with us," I explained to him. "With me."

"L…." Light had whispered.

And that was when I had panicked.

"Only if you want to, of course," I had added. "It can just be a key; you don't actually have to move in if you don't want to. I just thought, because everything had been going so well and the boys adore you and, you know, we're– I mean, I– I love you…."

I had trailed off pathetically, voice dying in my throat as Light stayed silent. I had dropped my hand, staring at the fabric of my shirt, biting my lip hard. The longer the silence stretched, the more I thought I had made a massive mistake. However, as I loosened my grip on his hand, preparing to pull back, Light had gripped tight, tugging until I looked up at him. Tears had gathered in his still wide eyes, mouth open in a small, shocked smile.

"You–You want me to move in?" he asked, softly. "Really?"

I could only nod at that moment, my throat not working with me to make a single sound. I had no chance to prepare myself before Light threw himself at me, winding me as he landed sprawled on my lap, leaning heavily on my chest, his arms flung around my neck.

"How soon can we make it happen?" Light had giggled.

Which was how, in 2017, the New Year, we could all be found helping Light lug all of his boxes into our home. Light's parents and sister had taken the time to help, his parents still finding it hard that their eldest child was leaving the nest, but happy for him none the less; happy for us.

It had been easy to move Light into my room – our room. I didn't have many things. I had a small selection of clothes, which Light still insisted I needed to add to, a few photos and books. I had never really owned much. But, soon, empty dark spaces were filled with colour.

Waking up a couple of weeks after Light had moved in, everything finally in place and where it needed to be, I still found it hard to process that this, waking up to Light every morning, was real. Having him beside me, I managed to sleep. Sure, it wasn't long, only a couple of hours at a time, but I was able to let everything switch off. Every time, I expected to open my eyes and find he wasn't there. Find that it had all been an elaborate daydream my mind had concocted. But, every time, I opened my eyes to him. To see him lying next to me, sleeping peacefully and cuddled close to me.

That particular morning, after sleeping longer than I could ever remember, I woke up to the sight of Light, as usual. The only difference, this time, was the fact that Light was already awake.

"Morning," I whispered, stretching slightly, a yawn pulling at my jaw.

"Morning," Light chuckled, softly running his fingers over my cheek. "Think this is the first time I've seen you sleep."

"Hmmm, a rare thing, indeed."

Reaching out, I hooked my arm around Light, pulling him closer to bury my head into his chest. I felt Light's chest shake lightly with laughter, his hand moving from my face into my hair and resting his chin on top of my head.

"I could happily stay like this all day," I mumbled into his chest. "Right here, just you and me."

"As much as I would love that, I highly doubt those boys of yours would," Light snorted. "Besides, we promised Mum to meet her for lunch, remember? She's really looking forward to seeing all of us today."

Despite his words, Light made no move to get up; instead, he pushed himself closer to me and nuzzled his nose into my hair. Everything about Light filled my senses. His smell, his touch. Everything about him surrounded me, filling me with comfort and content. The skin on Light's back was warm and soft to the touch, lithe muscle rippling underneath my hands. Though slight, Light was a lot stronger than anybody knew or expected. He never had a reason to show his true strength, so, how would they? Pulling my head back ever so slightly, I shuffled until I was laying a little higher, moving my head to rest in the crook of Light's neck.

"We really should get up." Light sighed, hand sliding from my hair to my shoulder.

"We should." I agreed, pressing a light kiss to his neck.

"We should get up now."

"Definitely."

It took almost half an hour before Light and I bothered to move from bed, let alone get dressed for the day.

Within the last month, extremely slowly, Light and I had begun pushing our relationship a little further. No, we hadn't done anything sexual; however, we both would get incredibly invested in what the boys referred to as our 'make out sessions'. The sensations were new, to say the least. It would leave us breathing heavily, hair and clothes a complete mess. What I never expected, however, even though I really should have, was the physical reaction.

Did I find Light attractive? Of course, I did. How couldn't I?

Could I see Light and I having a sexual relationship? Again, yes. I had thought about it extensively.

So, why should it surprise me that my body reacted the way it did?

After we had all come home from spending time with Light's Mother during the late afternoon, the six of us split off to do our own things. The boys went to their room, wanting to relax and watch a movie together, just the three of them. Watari went to his quarters, having a webcam meeting with Roger and needing to attend some business of his own. Light had gone to our room, wanting a shower, whilst I looked through the file of my latest case.

It took only a few minutes for me to identify the perpetrator and let law enforcement know.

Now, at this point, Light would have been in the shower. He was usually in there for, around, ten to fifteen minutes, always exiting the room in, at least, his underwear. It was, in a way, an unspoken agreement, just in case one of the boys barged in or one of us was in the bedroom. Knowing this, I decided to wait in the bedroom.

I didn't knock. I never had to, even after Light had moved in with us. I opened the door and, before I had even stepped into the room, froze.

Light was laying in the middle of our bed, completely naked, biting one hand whilst the other stroked his growing erection. I must have made a noise because, next thing I knew, Light's eyes were wide, and he was scrambling to cover himself with the duvet, almost rolling off the bed in his haste.

It would have been funny in almost any other situation.

"Oh my God, L, I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean for you to see!" Light babbled, covers pulled tightly around his waist.

I barely heard a word he said. All I could think about was how Light had looked. His eyes closed and chest heaving slightly; legs quivering just so and parted, hips lifting into the contact. Every part of him was beyond perfect. His skin was beautifully tanned, a deep contrast to the paleness of my own, his body long and elegant, upper body hairless and lightly chiselled. My entire body felt alive like electricity was coursing through my veins. A delightful tingle ran through me, from my stomach to my pelvis, like a bolt of lightning.

I could have sworn my brain had short-circuited.

Swallowing harshly, stepping into the room, I closed the door quickly, locking it as silently as I could. I couldn't stop moving then, my feet carrying me across the space until I stood in front of him, where he knelt on the bed. Whatever Light had been saying died off as he watched me carefully.

"L?" he whispered.

Hands shaking, I reached for him. I rested them on his sides, the warmth of his skin seeping through, heating every part of me. I rubbed my thumbs across this taut stomach, gently, my heart thrumming in my chest.

Slowly, I let my hands skim down his sides until I could pull, gently, at the covers around his waist. I looked up at him when Light held onto them tighter, nodding when I saw the question in his eyes. The moment he let go, the moment the covers were gone from him, I couldn't help but look at him. All of him.

Biting hard at my bottom lip, I couldn't help but reach out and brush my fingers against the bare skin of his thigh. His cock hung heavy between his legs, still half-hard, jutting out from a neatly groomed pelvis. Much like Light himself, his penis was slender and long, probably an inch or two shorter than my own. My mouth dried out completely, my entire body shaking. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do.

I looked up again when Light grasped my hand in his, eyes darker than I usually knew them.

"Y-You don't have to." he breathed, raising my hand to his lips. "I can go take a shower, get rid of it in there."

"No." I heard myself croak.

I could see his surprise, his worry. I could see he didn't quite know what to think or do. So, pulling my hand back from Light's grip, I shucked off my shirt, letting it drop onto the floor. Before Light could say anything, I pushed my oversized jeans down my legs, stepping out of them and kicking them away. Scars littered my body, back and front, legs and arms; some self-inflicted, the majority reminders of my old life. Light had seen the ones on my arms, even the ones on my calves. The rest, I had made sure he hadn't seen. Until then. His hands were hovering over my chest, instantly, eyes noting every burn and welt marring my skin. I watched him frown deeply at the scars on my hips and thighs, some peeking out from my underwear.

But that was a conversation for another time.

Stepping closer to the young man on the bed in front of me, I placed my hands back on Light's sides, bringing his gaze back up to me as his hands finally made contact with my chest.

"Are you sure?" Light whispered, hands rubbing softly.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Any time you want to stop, just say, and we will."

God, I love him.

Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to his, pulling his body forward. I could hardly concentrate, the feeling of his skin on mine overwhelming, to say the least. And I wanted more, needed more. Pushing forward, I followed Light as he shuffled back on the bed, his own hands pulling me on top of him. When we were both on the bed, Light laying underneath me, our bodies pressed together; his hands gripped my hair as mine ran over his hips.

Light shifted, ever so slightly, legs moving until they were on either side of my own body. With just that tiny change in position, our pelvises lined up perfectly, Light's breath hitching and mouth opening, as a shiver racked my body.

I was barely able to control myself.

Managing to grab Light around his hips, I reared back until I was sitting on my heels, Light in my lap. Feeling more than hearing the small whimper from Light, his hands tightened in my hair, pulling my head closer, tongue brushing against my own, as his hips pitched forward, brushing against my growing erection, nudging at my stomach. The thought had barely formed in my head when I wrenched one hand away from Light's side, curling around his pulsing cock.

"Light," I tried to speak, refusing to pull away from kissing him. "Light. Show me. Show me how."

Removing it from my hair, one of Light's hands wrapped around my own. His cock was still slick with lubricant, something I could honestly say I hadn't even thought about, when Light tightened his and, in doing so, my grip, his moan dampened by our lips. Ever so slowly, Light guided my hand, up and down. I wanted to look, wanted to watch. But I didn't want to pull away a single inch.

The arm I had wrapped around him tightened, my fingers surely leaving bruises on his flesh. The tighter I gripped; however, the more Light moaned. The more his body shook, the tighter his grip on my hand became, the more his hips bucked into the hold we had on his cock. His hand kept tugging on my hair, almost in time with the movements of our hands. It was nothing like how I used to be dragged around when I was a child, nothing like how I used to be thrown across the room by the hold my Father used to have on it. No, this was far from that. The gentle scratch of Light's nails on my scalp, the fact he did not wrap my hair around his hand to knot it. Everything about it was so different, the meaning and emotion behind it. Definitely the circumstances. In all honesty, I liked it.

Light was the first to pull away, breathing heavily and chest heaving, resting his forehead against mine. An array of sounds fell from his kissed bruised lips, jaw tightening to try and keep them at bay.

I couldn't even begin to describe just what it was all doing to me.

"Oh, L– Oh, God– That's– Yes!" Light babbled, a jumble of words falling from his mouth. "Oh, you're good at this; yeah, just like that!"

At the time, it didn't register just how much I liked the praise; I didn't bother to figure out why my body reacted the way it did. All I knew was, in a few moments, I had thrown Light off of my lap, so he was laying spread out in the middle of the bed, similar to how I walked in on him. I was on top of him before he could say anything, hand back around his cock, my body taking over for me as I gripped him, hand moving quickly over the engorged flesh. I revelled in the chocked moan Light couldn't hold back, voice broken and low with lust, head thrown back against the pillows. As soon as it was on show, I attached my lips onto Light's neck, sucking and biting and kissing and licking every little bit of skin I could reach, a primal need overtaking me completely. Both of Light's hands thread back into my hair, pulling my head closer as he moved his head to the side.

My free hand ran over every part of Light's body that it could, delighting in the feel of him beneath me, reacting to me and what I was doing to him.

"God, you're beautiful," I breathed, nipping gently at his jaw. "You're gorgeous; everything about you is stunning."

"L–" Light whimpered.

"You're absolutely perfect. I don't care how impossible it is; somehow, you are. God, I love you so much!"

All it took was one last, slightly harsh, tug and Light released over his chest and my hand, almost screaming. How lucky we were that the walls between bedrooms were extremely thick.

Gently stroking my clean hand along Light's side, I rested my other on the duvet next to us, wiping away the cum that had spilt onto it. As soon as my hand was clean, I grabbed another part of the covers, cleaning Light's chest as softly as I could, ignoring the throbbing in my underwear and continuing to kiss over his neck and shoulder and chest, waiting for him to come down from his high.

Light turned his head after a few moments, the light hold he had on my hair tugging to pull me up. Lifting ever so slightly, Light kissed me, barely a brush of his lips on mine, but there none the less, a dopey grin stretching across his face.

"That's the best orgasm I've ever had." he giggled, breathlessly, nudging his nose against mine. "You are amazing; absolutely, undeniably amazing and I love you."

Smiling back and returning the sentiments, I couldn't help but yelp slightly as Light shifted, his knee bumping into my own, forgotten erection. We both froze, my body shaking as new sensations trembled through me, the need all too present now to ignore. And Light, sweet Light, stared up at me through his lashes, biting his lip.

"L, do you trust me?" he asked, softly, after a short time, his hands slowly trailing from my hair, down my body, until they rested on the band of my underwear. "Will you let me?"

I was nodding before his words had fully processed. Of course, I trusted Light. I trusted him more than I trusted myself. But that didn't stop the nerves creeping up. As carefully as he could, Light hooked his fingers inside, inching the fabric off my hips and as far down as he could get them. I pushed them off the rest of the way, letting them fall off the edge of the bed as soon they were off of my body.

I had never been as naked as I was then, in front of another person. Not since I was a toddler, with my mother taking care of me. But Light didn't look down. He kept his eyes on mine, hands moving back up to rest on my chest.

"Talk to me," he whispered. "Tell me what you're ok with."

"I-I, I uh– I don't–" I stuttered.

I couldn't form words. How could I tell him if I didn't know?

"Do you want me to touch you like you did to me?" Light asked, seeing my struggle. "Or I could put my mouth on you if you'd like. I won't do anything you don't want; I'll stop as soon as you ask me to."

"Hand," I managed to spit out in the end. "I don't think– I-I don't know if I'm ready for-for anything else."

Smiling kindly, Light hooked his left hand around the back of my neck, pulling me down until I rested on top of him completely again, rolling us both onto our sides. Light's right hand continued to run over my chest and sides with his left hand underneath us, keeping his eyes on mine. I didn't know what to do with my hand. With one underneath us both, the other hovered uselessly, not knowing where to place it. So, Light took my hand in his, putting them both on my stomach.

"You take control," he murmured. "We'll go at your pace."

It took a moment before I could move, my body tensing ever so slightly the closer our hands got to my pelvis. Like Light had done, I wrapped my hand around his as I moved Light's hand to take hold of the swollen flesh between my legs.

I couldn't breathe, my eyes closing tight as he touched me, light kisses being pressed all over my face as I tried to get used to the feeling of another hand on me. As Light had, I guided his hand along my engorged flesh, body shuddering at the unfamiliar pleasure. My hand fell away from Light's quickly; however, every sensation overwhelming me as I reached up to grip his bicep, whilst Light continued to slowly stroke his hand up and down.

"Li-Light–" I stuttered; voice strained.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, hand slowing.

"I-I– No, I don't know! I think I– I don't think I–"

"It's ok; it's ok. Just let go; I've got you."

I didn't last long.

I couldn't remember much of what happened. All I knew was an immense pleasure washed over me, my vision whiting out, before I was blinking my eyes open, feeling hands stroking over my back.

I could get used to this….

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