So... January. Yeaah I kinda fibbed. Sorry this chapter update didn't really work out the way I had wanted - I know I promised an xmas/new years update but I had way too much eating and drinking to do over the holidays! ...But Happy New Year!
(I am still planning to do a New Year's themed chap just FYI)
I'm not very happy with this chapter, nor the last one, but I wanted to get something readable out before I got any death threats. So I hope you like :D

Let's dance, under the moonlight,
The serious moonlight

If you say run, I'll run with you,
And if you say hide

Light was close enough that a whisper would tickle through L's eyelashes; a delicate rush of air that would cause them to flutter sooty footsteps against the white canvas of his skin, and prickle his eyes to water. But Light didn't whisper, he didn't utter a sound. Terrified that if he did, this moment would be lost forever. That if a single word or shiver penetrated the tentative air, this moment would shatter into a thousand tiny pieces, too intricate a puzzle for even L to solve. If he spoke, his common sense would awake; it would scream at him why what are you doing stop stop stop stOP STOP

If he spoke, Ryuzaki would wake too. And this chance would never be recovered. And Ryuzaki's finger, still damp from his own sputum, was touching his bottom lip. Which was so...

Captivating. Enticing. Inviting..

His mouth touched the warm wet of Ryuzaki's finger; brushed against the tender skin of his lips, and kissed gently. At their connection they came to life. It was like a wave of relief rippled through them. That finally, this was happening, unbeknownst to both of them that they each wanted this. And it was okay. This moment was here, now.

As they breathed sharply, Light brushed his hands up over L's arms, against the smooth, white cotton of his shirt, suddenly seeming so delicate and unnecessary. They settled on his shoulders; lithe, devious fingers trickling up his throat to finger his inky hair. Ryuzaki's usual mouth-magnetized hand gripped Light's jaw, his body leaning close into him. It was like moth wings brushing their lips, then Light's mouth opened on L's. And Ryuzaki gave way against him. Light kissed slowly, but at the same time hungrily, and L liked how Light tasted, the scent of his skin, the way his lips opened and closed, opened and closed. Light could feel life throbbing beneath his skin, with so much beautiful aching inside his body. He was floating on a river of light. They parted only naturally, with L shivering away, his face surprisingly open and vulnerable.

Light just spent a moment, air rushing heavily out of his lungs and parted lips, looking at Ryuzaki. His body felt heavy. Hot. Flushed. Wanting. He yearned to recapture the moment, by recapturing the rosy-pink skin, plump and soft, above L's snowy, curved chin.

"...L.."

Light's breath caught in a wary whisper.

"You're trembling."

Ryuzaki's body waved as a chill shuddered through the ivory webbing of his skin. He blinked slowly, the glazed look over his vacant eyes clearing away like early morning mist. It was as though, during their connection, his pansophical eye had departed to some secret dell hidden within his body, withdrawing to mull over in a petrified paroxysm of desire, this new and exact feeling of their two mouths moving, conjoined together in a delicate but tangible urgency. But now L had broken to the surface of those silky waters, spluttering back to the immediate reality, away from the eerie fantasy where balmy fingertips like tendrils tangled him in a dreamy darkness, so creamy with meadowsweet that he had no qualms in succumbing to the tender ecstasy knotting his body in nervous excitement.

Worry gnawed in Light's clavicle; an odd place for worry to circulate, but that was where the feeling had taken its tentacled hold. A juicy sucker on each white ligament, draining the succulent marrow with squelching ease.

"Ryuzaki... Are you alright?" Light held him by the shoulders and his austere head bobbed out a nod like a plastic pup on a dashboard. "I..I uh...I think the cake's ready to go in the oven now." he attempted brightly but sounding croaky.

Ryuzaki jittered out a nod again, stepped back from Light, his long arms limp at his side. Light had a niggling thought that perhaps he had broken him. He resisted the urge to slap him back into reality as he popped the cake-to-be into the oven, hot air buzzing out like angry bees to warm his face.

Kissing Ryuzkai had felt good, tasted good. Kissing L. Better than anything he'd ever consumed. And actually having L kiss him back; inexperienced and clumsy... but somehow with scarily skilled naivety. Light leaned against the humming cooker. They were awkward in silence.

"Light-kun-" Ryuzaki started in a hoarse murmur, hesitating. He tried again. "Light," he said, making direct ebony eye contact. "I'd like to be clear...and honest with you. Please don't do that again."

"What?"

"Don't do that, ever again." Ryuzaki's mouth set in a hard line.

Light's stomach flipped.

"And uh..What is it that I did, exactly?" he bristled, tugging Ryuzaki closer with his manacle.

L stiffened, rouge blossoming over his cheekbones. He kept murderously quiet, as if fighting an internal battle with himself; lips pressed firmly together to prevent any inward reflection out into the awkward air.

"Wow." Light whistled. "You're chaste in everything but the performance, aren't you?"

"You called me L." Ryuzaki managed, blushing furiously. Which made a difference. Light started. (Though admittedly some of him was feeling quite smug. For once, his complexion wasn't the one colouring outside the lines of the safety zone. It was Ryuzaki's that was misbehaving).

"Oh. Right. Sorry, I forgot." Light flexed his fingers and stuffed them in his pockets, leaning against the counter; the heat from the cooker behind him warming his legs. "Won't happen again?" he offered, "Calling you L, I mean." His gaze anchored down to L's mouth, then jumping back up to a respectable spot. Though he could've stared in worse places...

Light couldn't help a cheesy grin creeping onto his face. He suddenly found their situation very amusing, and the temptation to close the distance between him and Ryuzaki was successfully clawing its way further and further up his body. Soon he might find himself acting on that impulse. Before, he'd found the idea of closer intimacy with Ryuzaki to be a hair-raising thought, and certainly one that made his skin burst into flames. But now he had done it, felt L's familiar smooth skin rub against his own, he just wanted more. Is that a good thing?

"Good. It shouldn't, Light-kun."

"Back to -kun, is it?" Light muttered slyly, drawing nearer. He reminded L of a predator, eyeing up a particular tasty morsel. Light felt drunk. What the fuck was happening to him? Oh, just go with it. Ryuzaki's brow puzzled together.

"Is that your only objection? That I called you by your pseudonym?"

L's mouth opened but no words came out. Light danced to Ryuzaki's toes, bare and curled against the creamy tiles of the kitchen. He wanted to take advantage of every blessed quirk in space and time, of every breath of atmosphere between them, to touch Ryuzaki. He hadn't even noticed that his body was acting for him on this coursing desire, and sweeping him along in the current. L watched slender brown fingers sleepwalking nearer and nearer, knuckles crooked, fingertips pitter-pattering the atoms in the air to touch home at L's chin. (A sudden memory of himself whispered to the front of L's mind; curled in a cushioned window-seat back in England, Wammy's House, sleepy gaze trailing upwards to a star-strewn sky as the rain trickled down the window pane, sounding like fingers drumming against the glass. Let me in. Wind and the wet growling a storm outside in the wilderness whilst L sat in the safety of what existed of home, in the firelight and the smell of candy-corn). Safety, L thought, the nostalgia vanishing in an instant. Replaced by the gentle feeling of Light's index disappearing under the point of Ryuzaki's chin, and tilting his head upwards. Light was half-surprised that L allowed his feathered head to be manipulated by the whim of another human being. As L himself wondered that perhaps what he had felt wasn't a sudden flash of nostalgia, but rather an epiphany.

Let me in.

Should he let Light in?

The boy wasn't really waiting for an answer, as he pressed his body even closer to L's. But perhaps he was. Waiting for an answer. Waiting was what he was doing. A thin slice separated the two of them, almost cruel in the near-touch of their bodies, the closeness of their faces. Light's warm fingers waited; they brushed slowly under L's jaw, and lingered, curled in a caress, beneath his ear. Let me in. Let me in. L could see the demand singing in hazel pools of iris-light. Light was so close that L could see a little golden halo surrounding his pupil.

Perhaps the escape from the warmth, and into the danger of the wild was worth it. If just to smell the rain-cleaned earth.

This time L pressed his stuttering existence to the glamour of another's. He stole into the hollow of Light's body, Light instantly awake and eager. They touched together hard but slow, intent on imbibing and assimilating every particle of each other's soul and flesh. Thoroughly. L realised he was gasping, wet little noises at the back of his throat (after all this wasn't really his area of expertise), as Light drove his body forward, Ryuzaki's back, legs slipping in between others, so that L had a counter pressing into the base of his spine. Light guided a hand down to Ryuzaki's narrow waist, and L's stomach nearly leapt into his mouth. The sunny warmth slipped from the spot on his abdomen to lick all over his body. Goosebumps raised their tiny pinprick bodies to see what the fuss was all about. Light wrapped his arms tighter around L, encompassing his skinny frame to soothe the golden hairs from their stand to attention - L's temperature rose drastically (a garbled "a-ahh" escaping the purr of his throat). Light jutted his chin forward, engaging the soft flesh of L's mouth in finicky play; he still held a hand to support Ryuzaki's head, fingers threaded through the glossy locks (and tensing in a euphoric wince at every corresponding move L instigated), so the detective didn't lean away. L's hands were cramped into loose fists at the front of Light's shirt, forcing a shaft of space between them. Like a safety net. Light didn't like it. He wanted no space. He was prepared to whine if necessary. But he thought a different approach might gain a better response. L made another gasp, this one sounding more like a moan - and Light was saved the effort of struggling with a different approach. In a sudden burst of hunger, L kissed Light back, parting his mouth wider and biting. His teeth -surprisingly sharp- nipped down at Light's lips, grazing the hot skin and wetness within. It made an incredulous smile flicker the corners of Light's groaning mouth upwards, and he licked his tongue out to sneak over L's lower lip but instead of skin, he met with the warm muscle of another.

Oh dear god, L tasted good.

Light pressed into Ryuzaki's body more fiercely, his hands whipping down to instead wince and flex at the insomniac's back. And that made L shiver into him with another child-like noise of rapture, and his fists - those blasted hands keeping them a sliver apart - slid up to uncurl and wrestle together in Light's hair, elbows lifted over Light's shoulders, and Ryuzaki pressing, pushing all in, against him. And it felt so fucking good. Their bodies matched every line, every form, practically melded together. L's fingers susurrated through his hair, mushing it to chaos, and the feeling, the warmth against his scalp felt so beautiful, a low moan escaped the hum of his throat. Low and thrilling. L felt the back of his kneecaps go weak. His fingernails scraped the back of Light's neck, teasing the sensitive fuzz eloping from his chestnut hair. Light hissed, pulling back, breaths against the breaking skin of L's lips. Their mouths nuzzled, noses, skin, L felt the tickle of Light's eyelashes, butterfly wings floating against his cheek.

This touching-not-touching surprisingly held up for a while, and L was in danger of putting together a coherent thought. Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you look at it) Light kissed him in again, pushing gently with his jaw as if to say that's your cue, but he also pushed gently with his fingers that had slipped down L's hips. His thumbs circled up into the folds of L's shirt, rubbing needful rotations that disappeared under the opal material - L felt fingers like firelight stroke gentle arches along the dipping shadow of his hipbones. The sudden collision of flesh on hotter flesh (that had never suffered any touch other than the fleeting brush of L's own hands and the smooth cling of cotton, comforting to his skin) made L jerk so violently he could've trodden on a live wire and none would be the wiser. Accompanying the shock was a feeling like something bursting behind L's navel, and coiling lower. But another feeling hit like a whip of electricity, and dug its claws in, squealing out above all the others; panic. PANIC.

what are you doing-?

Light's touch to L's bare abdomen was only settling and L ripped from him, tearing over the succulent, tempting skin of his mouth; away from the fragrance of wet earth and fresh rain. From the musk of adolescence flowering into masculinity, that whiffed distinctively of warm honey. L kicked away, and Light stumbled across the tiles, hands splayed against the opposing glossy counter. They drew away from each other, L folding back into the safety of his skin, with aching veins.

Light was breathing hard through his mouth, his eyes looking bleary. They both expelled the over-excess of carbon dioxide, built up in their lungs from the lack of oxygen. The air felt thick.

"I-I'm," Light gasped in again, "I'm sorry, I. I didn't mean to go that far." His face was apologetic.

L gritted his teeth, trying to quiet the roaring, raging waves in his hammering heart. Heat was seeming to flood his lungs. He shook his head as if trying to rid his ears of salty water.

Light parted his mouth to start L, but caught himself in time. "Ryuzaki-" you kiss like wildfire

L suddenly rushed towards him, Light felt a jolting sensation in his midriff, but L's attention was focused on his wrist. I need to breathe, I need to breathe. Space away, space away. Get away get away get away get away

no more, no more - no MORE-

away

There was a glint of silver, and Ryuzaki was speaking in his ear. "Don't talk about this." His voice was almost a question, a plead. But his eyes were darker than usual, eerie; unfathomable. There was a soft clink of metal, the scraped unhooking of a latch, click. Light looked down. A small, silver, key rested in Ryuzaki's palm. His hands vanished from Light's side - he hadn't even felt their skin connect or brush together. And that was because it hadn't. The biting circlet of metal spat out Light's wrist and withdrew to L. His left hand felt oddly light. Free. Stuffing the key and twin manacle into his jean pocket, L turned and walked out of the kitchen. The door swung shut behind him with a gentle phhutt.

Light held his wrists in front of him. He rubbed his right thumb over the emptiness of his left arm. Pushed his sleeve down. Struggled to unravel his thoughts. Light squeezed his eyes shut, starbursts of colour glimmering in the darkness.

The oven alarm beeped. The cake was done.

Right.

So this chapter was pretty much just them making out. Yeaah.

Complaints?