Authors Note: HEYO! XD Please tell me what you think; I would love to know XD

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 and have only JUST started the Manga.

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 ;)

I own nothing and no one, apart from: Asa; Hachi; Kairi; Itsuki; Amaya; Niko; Yuna

Chapter 17

L

Things in the bedroom changed after that day. Of course, they would. Almost every night, after Light and I had gone to our room, we would end up tumbling into the bed and bringing each other complete pleasure. The only times we didn't partake in those activities was when one or both of us had fallen asleep in the living room while watching movies with the boys. However, that wasn't very often. Over time, I had gotten far more comfortable being touched by Light, the feel of his hands on me sending pleasant shivers down my spine every time; I had gotten far more comfortable with the both of us being naked. However, I still couldn't let Light hold himself over me as I would normally do with him. Of course, we had tried, but all I could picture was one of them on top of me, not Light. I was fine if he was on my lap, if we were both sitting up, but I couldn't handle anything else. Not yet.

February came quickly, and, with February, came more occasions to celebrate.

Matt's fourteenth birthday came on February first, the boy revelling in the multitude of video games and consoles he was given. He was, as Mello said, in 'Nerd-vana '. If he could, Matt would have spent the entire day exploring the different worlds his games took him to, quickly mastering each one with a few simple clicks. Mello and Near, however, managed to keep him under control and sociable. I thought Matt would pass out once he saw his cake – a 3D Mario in a Kart. Of course, Mello almost did the same when he saw his fifteenth birthday cake, a chocolate bar made out of chocolate cake.

Valentine's Day was only thirteen days later.

I woke up to fingers swirling nonsensical patterns onto my chest and lips pressing gentle kisses to my shoulder. Without opening my eyes and leaning my head to the side, I pulled Light closer to my side, resting my head on his. Light shuffled against me slightly, pushing himself up. When I didn't feel him lay back down, I cracked open my eyes. Light hovered, on his elbow, at my side, hair falling over his face as the sun lit him from behind. Sluggishly, I lifted a hand, tucking some hair behind his ear.

"Morning, Panda Bear." Light laughed, softly, brushing his thumb along the bag under one of my eyes.

I snickered quietly, the hand that I had in his hair sliding behind his neck to pull him back down. I moved to wrap my spare arm around Light's waist, dragging him over the top of me until I could roll him onto his back, on the other side of the bed. With our positions reversed, I lowered my body until I was lying half on and half off of him. Nuzzling my cheek into Light's chest, I closed my eyes and hugged him close, feeling the soft thump of his heartbeat.

"Ah, it's the rare and snuggly Panda Bear." Light chuckled, one hand running soothingly up and down my back, the other playing with my hair. "We really do need to get up. You know what your boys are like."

"Comfy." was all I said, holding Light tighter to me, my voice rough.

"We'll be back here later."

"No. Comfy now. Stay here."

"If need be, I'll tickle you."

Eyes snapping open, I pulled back until I could Light in the eyes. His mouth was pulled into the widest, impish grin, white teeth on display. His hands moved to the back of my shoulders, touch light and warm.

"You wouldn't," I grumbled, eyes narrowing.

"Wanna bet?" Light sniggered.

Almost half an hour later, Light and I were dressed and out of our room, sitting at the kitchen table with breakfast. It turned out that Light would, in fact, tickle me to get me up and out of bed. I could hardly be annoyed, however, considering how pleasurable it had all ended. As it happened, sleeping in the nude had many, many perks.

Watari had the day to himself. The boys were spending the day together, deciding to head out into town and enjoy the day as a 'thruple', as they called themselves. And Light and I had decided to do the same. The boys had already headed off. They had their phones, they knew their way, they knew when to be home, and they knew how to stay safe. I trusted them to stay safe and to call if anything was wrong, even if it was just a feeling or someone looked at them in a way they didn't like. Did it still terrify me every time they went outside? Of course! But I trusted my boys, as I always would, and I wanted them to adore their day and time together.

"So, what's first on your super-secret to-do list?" Light asked, sipping at the coffee he held in his hands. "Or am I still not allowed to know?"

"Hm, not quite yet," I smiled, staring at the tea in my own mug. "But soon, I promise."

"How soon is soon? Like, in five minutes soon, or in an hour or so soon?"

"Soon means soon, Light."

Dramatically, Light placed his mug on the table before draping himself over my back, arms around me and chin resting on my shoulder, heaving a heavy sigh. Chuckling slightly, I lifted a hand and placed it on Light's arm, moving my head to lean against the side of his.

"Come on, please," Light pouted, swaying us side to side a little. "Just give me a small, little, tiny nugget of a hint. It doesn't even have to be a full hint. Please?"

"Not in the slightest," I grinned, turning awkwardly to kiss his temple. "Let me surprise you. This is our second Valentine's Day, and I actually know what I'm doing this time. I remembered this time; I have a plan this time. Will you let me?"

"That's a low blow, and you know it."

Pout deepening, Light straightened up, picking up his mug again as he sat in his seat next to me. Though almost nineteen now, though incredibly intelligent and mature, Light could still act very much like a child, like the boys. It was endearing, to say the least. This was a side of him that few got to see, and I was one of them. Me. An orphan who, by some luck, was practically adopted by the best and only Father figure he could ask for or ever had, who never thought he'd know the thrill and joy of love, let alone romantic love. Before, February fourteenth was just another day of the year. A day where suicides and crimes of passion rose, a day I didn't understand the excitement of.

Not until Light.

Our first Valentine's Day was, to put it kindly, a disaster. I had never been in a relationship before, unlike Light, so I was unsure what was expected of me. Especially since, at that point, we had been together for six months. For half a year, we had spent as much of our free time together, sharing gentle and timid kisses. Christmas had only been the slightest bit better, only because it was something I knew, something I had shared with Watari and my boys and all those at Wammy's. Christmas, I knew. Light seemed to know what to do come my birthday, easily walking up to me, presenting me his gift, much like he had the year before, during The Kira Case. Even Light's birthday, two weeks after Valentine's Day, had gone smoothly!

But Valentine's Day itself?

I had barely taken note of the sun rising, let alone what the date was. I had been looking through case files sent to me from authorities in Rome, asking for my assistance. At a glance, I doubted I needed to actually go to the city, which I, of course, was correct about. I had been focusing on the case all through the night and well into the late morning, hardly noticing Watari walking into the living room and placing food and tea next to me. I didn't remember consuming them either, but I had. Nothing around me registered at all. Not until a small, neatly wrapped gift landed in the middle of the file I had been glancing over. The lid of my laptop pushed closed where it lay on the table in front of me. I remember blinking, hazily, squinting as sun flooded in through the window and into my eyes, both of them aching from staring at screen and page for far too long. I had tried to rub the sting from them, only serving to aggravate my slowly forming headache.

FLASHBACK – Sunday, 14th February 2016

Hesitant fingers threaded into my hair, thumbs gently massaging my temples. Eyes closed, I let my hands fall and rest on the hips of the figure in front of me. The moment I had snapped out of my work-induced concentration, everything around me rushed my senses like a pack of wolves, including the faint smell of Lights cologne. Leaning into his hands, my head dropped to rest against the firm planes of Light's stomach and chest, his shirt soft against my skin.

"You really got sucked in this time, didn't you?" Light chuckled, softly, thumbs never pausing. "Interesting case?"

"Interesting?" I snorted, voice hoarse. "Not in the slightest. Time-consuming? Yes. I thought I would have been done by now."

"Maybe you just need a break. How about we go out, have some lunch, walk around a little bit?"

I agreed with a sigh, slumping forward as much as I could in that position.

"Good, but, first, open that." Light said.

Pulling back, blinking confusedly, it took me a few seconds to remember the package that still lay in my lap. For a moment, I just stared at it, at the red paper covering it and the white ribbon tied in a bow around it.

"It's not my birthday," I stated, looking up at Light.

"I know." he grinned.

"Nor is it Christmas."

"I know that too."

"I don't understand."

Light began laughing slightly, thumbs stopping their soothing motions as his right hand carded its way through my hair.

"You must have really zoned out," Light sighed, amused. "It's Valentine's Day; that's a Valentine's Day gift."

The only reply I had was a soft 'oh' before dread began to sink in. I couldn't stop thinking of how stupid I had been. Of course, Light would celebrate this holiday, even if it was one made up by corporations as a way to pocket more money. Light, at heart, was incredibly romantically inclined. Not that he would let it show to everybody around him. It was reserved for whoever he was in a relationship with. He had probably celebrated Valentine's every year from his early teens, maybe even before then! And then there was me. A man who had never been in a romantic relationship with someone. Not to mention, the only one he had seen being abusive in every which way possible. I had no experience, nothing to draw upon for help, apart from what I had read or watched on TV, but those relationships could hardly be of any service when they seemed so unrealistic.

Hesitantly, I picked up the small package, moving the case file to the table as soon as it was in my hand. I couldn't take my eyes off of the wrapping paper, softly stroking the surprisingly soft and smooth paper with my thumb.

"I-I didn't get you anything…." I whispered, frowning, glancing up at him.

"So? I didn't get you a gift to expect one back," Light smiled, sitting down on the sofa, turned towards me. "I just…. I saw this, and it made me think of you."

A soft pink hue spread across Light's cheek, his eyes boring into the fabric of the sofa and tugging at his sleeve. Though everybody thought Light was one of the cool, calm and collected, smooth types, that was definitely not true. At least, it seemed, when he was around his family and me. The façade he put on would drop, and we would see the shy young man beneath it all; that was insecure, sweet.

Tearing my gaze away from him, back to the package in my hand, I tugged lightly at the ribbon. It came undone easily, falling into my lap in a soft waterfall and curling in on itself. My hands shook slightly as I peeled back a folded corner of the paper, prying the tape up and away. When the corner was up, I opened the side up enough to wiggle my thumb and index finger inside, gently grasping at the edges of the box inside. The moment the black box was out of its paper confines, I placed the paper and ribbon to the side, fingers running across the corners of the box. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Light biting at his lip, arms of his jumper now pulled over his hands. When I opened the box, I found a wide, black leather bracelet, a hollow circle of gold looking metal connecting the two sides, with a gothic L, much like the font I used for work, within the middle of that circle, connected through a small pin from top to bottom.

"My, um…. My Dad has a friend that makes jewellery, and they were visiting last week," Light told me, voice small and soft. "They had a bracelet like this, but the font for the letter was different, so, I asked if –"

"If they could do one in my style." I breathed, my finger barely brushing over the L on the bracelet. "Light…."

"I-It's stupid, I can take it back if you don't –"

"No! I-I like it; thank you."

We fell into silence at that time, neither of us looking at each other. Even when I took the bracelet out of the box, fixing it to my left wrist, we didn't look at each other. I twisted the bracelet until the circle and L was against the inside of my wrist, on my pulse.

Yeah, I definitely liked it.

(Time Skip)

Light and I had headed out soon after, walking along the road, heading to a small café we frequented whenever we went out. We strolled slowly, the back of our hands brushing from our proximity. I was not, to say the least, comfortable with what Light called PDA. If we were inside, I didn't mind cuddling or kissing or holding hands. I enjoyed it beyond what words could describe.

When we reached the café, we were pleased to note that it wasn't crowded. Around ten other customers were in the café, each person or couple spread into different areas. Light and I were quick to order our food and drinks, the both of us going for the same thing every time – a coffee and a sandwich for Light, a tea and a couple of slices of cake for me. The staff no longer stared at us when we came in; all of them used to the odd-looking couple we made and our order. Instead, they would smile and greet us, conversing for a short time whilst they rang up our order, and we paid. This time was no different. The café was bright and family-friendly, with a children's corner in a nook at the back of the café, sofas and tables for parents set up, including a barrier set up at the side for if women wanted privacy if they breastfed. Along one side of the café was a line of booths, where Light and I usually situated ourselves, if we could. They provided a sense of privacy for the two of us, allowing us to behave more like an actual couple without thinking that all eyes were on us.

Sliding into the booth, opposite each other, we sat against the wall with our tray taking up the empty half of the table after we had removed our drinks and food from it. Between broken conversation, my fingers kept playing with the leather bracelet around my wrist. It felt strange, having something there. Not uncomfortable, nor irritating; just strange. It was snug but not tight, the leather smooth against my skin, the metal still fairly cool. The design was simplistic and could be considered masculine, the darker colour scheme enhancing that very notion. In some ways, it suited me well. The way I dressed was simple, if sloppy, though some would say I looked a little more androgynous than I did masculine. Whilst androgynous wasn't what I had intended, I couldn't deny that there was merit to what people thought. With my baggy shirt and jeans, no one could really tell what genitalia I had. There was nothing to indicate whether or not I had breasts or a bulge, so some didn't know my gender or how I identified until I spoke or someone else referred to me with male pronouns. It had been like that since Watari brought me to the home, the baggy clothing helping to hide the injuries and scars I had acquired along the way, as well as keeping the material off of the more sensitive wounds. Even after the wounds had healed, I had found I was far too fond and comfortable with the baggier style to give it up, so I didn't.

"Hey," Light's voice cut through my thoughts, his fingers gently brushing against my hand. "Everything ok, Ryuzaki?"

It always amazed me how easily Light could transition from using my real name to the appropriate alias and back. It had taken others on the Kira Task Force a couple of weeks to remember, and, even then, they still messed it up. Yes, many were able to recover from their blunder but, others, like Matsuda, weren't as smooth. On the other hand, Light had managed right from when he was brought in, like somebody flicked a switch every time. It was one of the many things that had intrigued me about him in the first place.

"I-I, uh– I, um– Y-Yes," I stuttered, clearing my throat, picking up my fork. "Yes, I-I'm fine."

"I suppose this is a little strange, right?" Light chuckled, nervously. "I mean, we don't really do this often, and I guess it's a little intense, what with the date and all."

Light fiddled, bashfully, with his mug, head down, and his hair hiding his face. Even at the age of seventeen, almost eighteen, Light was far more intuitive than most adults. He saw things that many others didn't; he understood more than people thought. He could put himself into other people's shoes, feeling how they felt and understanding what was going on inside their head. He always seemed too close to the truth, if not spot on.

"Honestly?" I sighed, sliding the fork into the cake. "It's more than a little strange. I've never done this before."

Before Light could say anything, voices called his name, drawing his attention. I barely recognised the group as friends of his from school, a mix of three males and four females. Light was quick to greet them and begin conversing, a warm smile on his face as he looked up at them. Instantly, I stayed as still as I could, willing myself to fade into the background. Of course, when you looked like I did, I was never that lucky. The smallest of movements caught the eye of one of the young women, her head snapping around to face me. She must have been only a head shorter than Light, her figure slim yet athletic, like that of a swimmer or dancer. Her hair reached just past her shoulder blades in gentle, dark ringlets, her dark eyes wide and framed by long eyelashes. With high cheekbones and a slim face, she was, on the outside, an attractive person. However, the look in her eyes when she saw me, the slight tilt of her head and the smallest shift in her body language were more than enough for me not to be fooled by the charade.

"Hi, I don't think any of us have met you before," she smiled, too sweetly. "Are you a friend of Light's?"

One by one, the heads of the rest of Light's friends turned towards me. Each of them scanned their eyes over me, taking quick note of my clothes and messy hair, the bags under my eyes and the way my shoulders hunched. I couldn't help but just stare at each and every one of them, schooling my face into a blank expression. I had learnt from an early age not to show fear. The rest of the group looked me over curiously, smiles kind and relaxed. Just from the small amount I had seen, they seemed….safe. The young woman that had spoken, however, I would have preferred her far away from me.

"Actually," Light said, bringing the attention back to him. "Ryuzaki is my boyfriend. Ryuzaki, these are some friends of mine – Asa, Hachi, Kairi, Itsuki, Amaya, Niko and Yuna."

As Light introduced the group, he gestured to each one.

Asa, one of the males, at around six foot, with white hair and dark eyes; he was muscular, like that of a runner, cheekbones defined and jawline strong. As they stood, Asa had his arm around the waist of Hachi, one of the females. Hachi was blonde with blue eyes, standing at five foot six, her hair split into plaited pigtails. She had a heart-shaped face and was curvy, accentuated by the belt wrapped around her waist.

Next to Hachi was Kairi. Kairi's face was a little more angular and was just a couple inches taller than Hachi. Built more like that of a gymnast, muscles slight underneath her skin, she had light brown hair cut into a bob around her chin; her eyes were wide and grey, her hand slipped in Itsuki's. Standing around five foot ten, his build lithe and gangly and face rounder and a little boyish, Itsuki had messy, dyed dark purple hair and eyes a deep black.

Amaya stood next to Itsuki, the young woman tiny compared to her other friends, at around five foot one and, similar to Hachi, was curvier than the others in the group, her short stature making it a lot more obvious. Like Itsuki, her face was slightly rounder than the other females of the group, her long dyed red hair framing her cheeks and making her blue eyes stand out. Niko stood with his arm around Amaya's shoulders, slightly behind the small girl. He was the smallest of the males in the group at five foot nine, though his muscles were more defined, like a wrestler or boxer. His hair must have been a few shades darker than Light's, cropped short and tapered in at his neck, his eyes a bright violet colour. Niko's face was slightly boxier than Asa's, though his jawline was still sharp.

Yuna, the last of the young women, was the one that had spoken to me, had drawn the attention of the others to me.

"Boyfriend?" Kairi queried, a slight frown on her face. "I didn't know you were gay, Light."

"There's more than just straight or gay, Kai," Light joked, kindly. "I identify more as Pansexual – gender isn't a factor to me when it comes to a romantic and or sexual relationship. What attracts me is the person; their personality, their intelligence, their views, things like that."

"Not to mention that sexual orientation is far more fluid than most people believe," I couldn't help but add, my mouth moving before my brain could stop it. "There have been cases where a heterosexual has entered a homosexual relationship, simply because they were attracted to that person; the same has happened with a homosexual entering a heterosexual relationship. There were questions, of course, as to whether or not they were actually bisexual, but research I've personally conducted disproves that immensely. Those were instances of someone attracted to another outside the gender group they had always been drawn to. And only that person of that gender. Then there's the fact that we're still discovering different sexualities, some even identifying as more than one; for example, I know of an aromantic bisexual."

The moment I had stopped talking, all eyes were back on me. I wanted to kick myself there and then, wishing the floor would open up and swallow me whole. One look at Light, and I knew he could tell what I was thinking; however, someone else spoke up before he could say anything.

"Are you a robot or something?" Yuna sneered, folding her arms over her chest. "Really Light? You find this attractive?"

"Yu, stop it." Niko hissed, elbowing the young woman lightly in the side.

"Why should I? I mean, come on, you left Misa Amane for this freak? Is he blackmailing you or something? Is this some kind of Stockholm Syndrome? Blink twice for yes."

"Yu, what the hell?!" Light squawked.

Their voices were all blended into one, becoming nothing but noise to me. I wasn't blind. I knew what I looked like; I knew what I sounded like. I also knew that, when I got nervous, sometimes my knowledge would take over, random facts related to the topic of conversation spilling out of my mouth because I had no idea what else to do with myself. I wasn't good with people. Hiding my identity wasn't the only reason I didn't tell people who I was or meet them in person. I only did so for the Kira Case because there was simply no other way to solve it. There had been many times I had questioned why Light had chosen me. Yes, I knew he didn't care for Misa, not as she wanted anyway, for many reasons, but I still couldn't understand why me. Light could have had practically anybody he wanted and, yet, he chose a socially inept, damaged detective who was seven years his senior.

"Come on, Yuna, you know you're only acting like this because you've liked Light for years, and you hate the fact he's with someone that isn't you!" Hachi growled, hands on her hips as she placed herself between Light and the young woman in question. "Light's our friend, and he's found someone that makes him happy; grow up and get over yourself already!"

"How about you stop thinking two guys dating is normal," Yuna screeched. "It's disgusting; unnatural! For all we know, this guy's a predator that likes boys and is going to abuse Light before he skips town!"

"You did not just say that!" Light shrieked.

I left before I heard any more.

(Time Skip)

The moment I was home, I threw myself onto the sofa, curled into a ball and pulled a blanket over me. Working on my current case didn't even cross my mind; too focused on calming my breathing and racing heart. My entire body was shaking, chest heavy with each breath I took. The words that girl had said raced through my head. Images popped in and out as I dug my nails into the palms of my hands. I wanted to cry; I wanted to scream; I wanted to do many things, and I couldn't name them all. Even if I could, I didn't have time to.

It had barely been two minutes when I heard the soft pat of feet against the floor, the sound only just reaching my ears. Looking back, I was surprised I had heard it at all. I flinched ever so slightly when a hand landed on my shoulder through the blanket, the sofa dipping as someone sat on the edge. I had enough presence of mind to tell it was Light, the body proportions all wrong to be Watari. It took only a few seconds before Light moved again, his hands gently pushing until there was enough space for him to lay down in front of me on the sofa, underneath the blanket and facing me. I had no will to stop him, gritting my teeth together in a vain attempt to seem calmer than I was.

Light said nothing. All Light did was reach a hand up, running his fingers through my hair as softly as he could, twisting the ends ever so slightly as he lay his forehead against mine, eyes closed. I could smell his shampoo mixing with his cologne, the scent surrounding me completely; I could feel his chest bump into mine as he breathed, my own breathing matching his, subconsciously, as my own eyes fell shut.

"I'm sorry," Light murmured after some time, maybe a few minutes or an hour; I was unsure. "I'm so, so sorry."

"It's –" I began.

"Don't say it's ok; it isn't ok. Yuna had absolutely no right to say any of that, L. I had no idea she could be like that."

"It's not your fault."

"Doesn't matter. What she said, all those awful and untrue things…. I'm so sorry."

I moved until I could wrap my arms tight around Light, burying my face against him, Light's own arm coiling around my back as his head rested on top of mine.

"You're not the one that should be apologising," I whispered, fisting the back of his shirt in my hands.

Light only pulled me closer.

END OF FLASHBACK – Back To: Tuesday, 14th February 2017

We had stayed like that until Watari came and found us, asking if Light would be staying for dinner, considering the time.

Yes, that had hardly been a good day. There had been amazing moments, of course, but that one interaction had tarnished it. It was a day I wish we could have gone back and redone, but, alas, that wasn't possible. I did, however, to this day, still wear the bracelet Light had gifted me. Looking down, I could see the leather poking out from underneath my top, a wide smile spreading across my face nonetheless, simply because it had been given to me by Light.

I'm going to make this year better.

Light and I didn't get back home until after three in the afternoon, the two of us being the first ones back. Watari and the boys had messaged, each saying they would be home later than they had first anticipated, but would be home in time for us all to enjoy dinner together. Of course, knowing this, Light and I didn't worry as we stumbled through the front door, lips locked as we pulled at each other's clothes.

After stopping by to see Light's Mother, I had taken Light to the café where we had had our first date. We hadn't been back since that first time, taking a little longer to get to than any of the others we frequented. Of course, when Light had realised what we were heading towards, he practically ran the rest of the way, dragging me along behind him. Getting our usual drinks and food, Light and I had sat at a table in the window, the two of us having grown far more comfortable with small public displays of affection. This was when I presented Light with his gift. He had gone on about how I shouldn't have, how he hadn't gotten me anything this time and, after a lot of persuasion, finally accepted and opened it. I had wrapped it exactly the same as he had mine the year before; the same paper and bow, as well as a similar box. I had watched as Light's eyes widened as he lifted the lid, seeing what was inside. After speaking to his Father and being put in contact with the jeweller, I had purchased the necklace equivalent of the bracelet Light had given me. Light had wasted no time in putting it on, the pendant landing perfectly between his pectorals. The rest of our time had gone by quickly, filled with soft touches and gentle kisses. That was until Light decided, whilst in the elevator, to grab me by the belt loops of my jeans, pulling me against him as he kissed me, lips slamming almost painfully against my own.

It was a miracle we had managed to keep our clothes on.

The moment the door was closed, Light threw his jacket to the floor, his arms winding around my neck and hands sliding into my hair, as we both tried to kick off our shoes without falling over. Clothes were trailed from the front door all the way to our bedroom, though I was still amazed we had managed to restrain ourselves long enough to get there. By the time we had closed that door, we were completely bare, all apart from my bracelet and Light's necklace, those two items the only things either of us wanted ourselves and each other to keep on.

I had Light against the wall in an instant, the bed too far away and Light too much to resist. I couldn't help myself, baser instinct taking over, telling me to just hurry up and have him begging for more already. Light gasped as his back hit the wall, pushed up until he had to go on his tiptoes to balance himself. Bending my head, I attached myself to his neck before he could begin to process what had happened, his gasp breaking into a soft groan as I licked over his pulse, nails scraping down his chest lightly. Though we hadn't been active like this for all that long, I was, most definitely, a fast learner. I always had been. I had made mental notes of everything that made Light moan and groan, whimper and tremble; what pushed him over the edge. I had noted every tiny little thing that I possibly could to know exactly how to make him feel as amazing as he was.

Like biting at his neck.

Leaving marks, sucking at his skin until it was a bright red, seemed to trigger something within Light. As soon as my teeth touched his neck, Light pulled me impossibly closer, leaning his head to the side and hips jerkily thrusting forward. Gripping his sides tightly, I pinned him, pressing my chest against his. I kept our lower bodies as far apart as I could, not quite ready to give in to him just yet, revelling at the impatient, trembling whine that tumbled from his lips. I couldn't help but smirk, the response completely involuntary; how could I help myself when Light was so vocal?

"Fucking tease," Light whimpered, his head thumping against the wall. "How's it possible you make me feel this good, and we've hardly done anything?"

"Hm, high praise indeed," I chuckled, a small shiver rolling down my spine. "Perhaps it's the anticipation of what's to come."

"Maybe it's because we're naked and hard and horny, and I swear to God if you don't touch me right now, I might cry!"

"But Light, I am touching you."

Squeezing at his hips, I nipped at his neck as gently as I possibly could. Again, Light's head thumped against the wall, body quivering and legs beginning to shake. I wasn't quite sure where or how I had gotten the confidence; I wondered if it was just another persona I adopted, an adaptation of some sorts. The only difference, I was still me; I wasn't taking on a new identity to protect or distance myself.

"You know what I mean!" Light cried, one hand grasping at my wrist, trying to pull me to where he wanted me. "Come on; you want it just as much as I do!"

"Never said I didn't." I agreed, leaning back to face him, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of his mouth. "All I know is something happens to me when I see you like this; hear you like this. It's extremely pleasing."

Light stopped struggling then, his hand loosening its grip on my wrist somewhat, as he stared at me, mouth open with a grin. His eyes were wide, pupils dilating ever so slightly and breathing getting heavier.

"So, it turns you on when you make me all sexually frustrated?" Light smirked, biting his lip. "Well, I didn't see that coming."

"Neither did I." I laughed, cheeks beginning to heat up.

"As much as I hate to say it, it does seem to make things so much better. Who knew I'd enjoy being teased?"

Grinning at the young man in front of me, looking into eyes and over the slight flush that had spread over his face and upper body, I just couldn't find it in myself to prolong it any more. Stepping even closer, I pressed my front fully against Light, his breath catching with a choked inhale. His eyes fluttered closed, hand squeezing tightly around my wrist as he tried to move against me. I was sure I would leave marks with the grip I had on his hips, if not bruises. Somehow, I managed to pin Light's hips with my own, sliding my hands away to entwine with his, only to trap them against the wall as well, next to his head.

Light didn't need to say anything for me to know he was enjoying himself. Yes, the proof was resting firmly against my own, but it wasn't as if that was the only sign, with his chest heaving and pupils blown wide, with his body trembling and pulse-racing underneath his skin. Rationality was quickly fading, breaking, leaving behind a strange hunger I had only recently discovered. It was all I could do to keep myself together.

"Remind me to look for those handcuffs of yours later," Light smirked, back arching ever so slightly. "I think we could have a lot of fun with those."

Images of Light restrained on the bed, wrists locked with both of my own hands free to touch wherever I wished, burst into my mind. To say it was tempting was a severe understatement.

"Didn't take you for the bondage type." I mused, my own pulse speeding.

"Neither did I," Light giggled, breathlessly. "But I have to admit, the idea is alluring, to say the least. As long as it's you."

If I was honest, I found it astounding how easy it was for me to indulge in this type of pleasure. How acceptance never seemed to hesitate to come out of my mouth. Though the furthest we had gone was using our hands to help the other climb to that high, I had expected for my mind to put up more of a resistance. I wondered if, perhaps, I still refused to remember or acknowledge everything fully or, maybe, it was because Light was so patient and understanding. I didn't know. I did know, however, I would more than likely run into a wall, and memories would be too much to push away and ignore. But, until then, I would enjoy these moments with Light to the fullest.

"I love you," I told him, simply, leaning forward to rest my forehead against him.

"I love you too," he smiled, sweetly. "I'll love you even more when you finally decide to get us both off."

Managing a small shift, Light moved until our hips slotted together in just the right way. My entire body shuddered, legs shaking ever so slightly at the sudden burst of pleasure. A moan racked through Light's body, his head thumping back against the wall.

"L – L, please, please," he babbled, trying to move again. "Please, please, please, please!"

Ideally, I would have wanted to get us to the bed, surrounded by its warm comfort. But I couldn't force myself to move away from the wall. Something about having Light pinned to the wall, his body melting into mine and willing with every touch, crossed a wire or two inside my brain; made me short-circuit and interrupt every message telling my legs to move.

Instead, moving to wrap my hands behind his thighs, I hoisted Light up off the floor. In an instant, Light wrapped his legs around my waist, his hands winding into my hair. With the soft grip he had, Light pulled my head closer to him. Even now, the feel on his lips on mine was still overwhelming; just Light touching me was the same.

Every time, it made my brain shut down.

I felt Light move against me, his hips rolling against mine as his hands tightened in my hair; precum dripped down and lubricated us both, the slick making it easier to slide against each other. Every brush of skin was like an electric jolt shooting through my system, my vision swimming with each movement; ears filled with each breathy moan and whimper that escaped Light's lips.

I doubted either of us would last long.

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