A/N: I'd like to thank everyone who has read this story and left me a review, the opinions and support of readers is really what keeps me writing regularly. By the way, this chapter gets very dirty, so let this be a warning. ;o
VII.
The chopsticks scraped against the fine china plate as Light had finally finished the generous amount of rice and chicken, the dish now merely decorated with a few scattered morsels and some left over sauce here and there. The teen then wiped the corners of his mouth neatly with a napkin before folding it and placing it on top of the finished plate, pushing it away as though the further it was from him physically, the less he had to face the fact that he had just consumed what he would consider three day's worth of food. He groaned, leaning back into the sofa and holding his stomach, feeling it both sink and expand with the heavy amount of food, a sensation which had grown foreign over the last month.
As much as he had enjoyed being in the comforting embrace of the detective only an hour earlier, the young brunette now despised the man, primarily for having forced him to ingest such a revolting amount of greasy food. He rolled over onto his side, still clutching his abdomen as he began to wince; what had happened that now the boy couldn't even eat a full meal without experiencing excruciating physical pain?
Ryuzaki was pleased with Light though, despite the fact that he was practically doubled over in pain, he still managed to keep up his end of the bargain and finally nourished himself with something other than black coffee or a few pieces of fruit. It was definitely a step in the right direction. The older man then decided that it would probably be in his own best interest to attempt at giving Light some 'positive reinforcement', something in the same vein as giving a house pet a treat after performing a certain trick. Thus, he shifted himself a little further down on the sofa just so that his thigh barely brushed against Light's back, the touching minimal but still recognizable. "You know Light-kun, often times mild to moderate stomach pain can be relieved through sensual massage." he stated casually with a slightly creepy grin, his hand cautiously snaking up the teen's aching side.
The boy squirmed somewhat pathetically, trying to remove Ryuzaki's invasive hand without actually having to readjust the position that he had finally found himself comfortable in. "Don't touch me," he began to scold the older man, "especially when I feel fat." The snappiness in the teen's voice was obviously intentional, but it only added to the hilarity of his inherently effeminate comments. However, as opposed to being compliant Ryuzaki simply continued to gently rub Light's side, his finger tips slowly extending toward his midsection, "Fat isn't a feeling, it's an adjective used to describe a person with an overabundance of fatty tissue."
Light pouted, deciding then to readjust his position, lying on his stomach to so that Ryuzaki could no longer attempt to 'massage' him, "Well fine, how does this sound," he cleared his throat before continuing rather irately, "I'd appreciate it if you would abstain from touching me, especially in instances when I feel as though I have amassed an overabundance of fatty tissue."
Ryuzaki stared at him blankly, his hand now stubbornly resting on the small of his back as opposed to his side, "Hm, I have an assertion that I'd like to make Light-kun, one which may astound you," the detective began, making sure he had captured the younger man's full attention, "when you consume food, like a sandwich for instance, it's not the equivalent of getting a sandwich and taping it to your stomach. Your body actually digests the sandwich, drawing from it the available nutrients to fuel your brain and other organs and finally disposing of the waste in a timely manner. It's unlikely that your body is planning on hanging on to Thursday's lunch as a keepsake for the rest of your life."
The teen rolled his large amber eyes, trying to shake off Ryuzaki's touch but failing once more; it wasn't bothering the boy too much to have the detective's hand on his back, more so he wished to punish him by depriving him of the physical intimacy he knew the older man craved. He sighed, retorting casually as he stared at the wall, "I understand how the human digestive system works, Ryuzaki." He took a somewhat dramatic pause, "you seem to forget that I am just as well versed in anatomy and biology as you are."
A slight smirk slowly began to appear on the older man's face as he was suddenly very amused, "Really Light-kun?" he started, enthusiasm in his voice, "So is your expert understanding of the human body the explanation as to why you believe that a 126 lb, 5"11" male is approaching obesity and in desperate need to drop some weight? Please enlighten me." The detective then ran a long index finger up and down the brunette's spine, enjoying the feeling of the teen's body yet somewhat put off by the unexpected protrusion of the vertebrae. As much as he was briefly entertained by what he considered Light's juvenile silliness, the fact that he was gradually becoming more and more skeletal and ignored all logic was difficult to comprehend.
Light turned over once more, tired of speaking to the wall, now conversing with the ceiling as he was laying on his back, arms folded behind him as his interlocked wrists supported his neck. "Listen Ryuzaki, I know the concept of feelings may be difficult for someone as emotionally vacant as you, but bear with me as I attempt to explain them." for the first time in a long time, Light had to put actual effort into articulating his thoughts effectively, "Feelings, or emotions, aren't necessarily logical responses, they are not controlled by the mind and therefore do not always abide proper reasoning... they' re a state of consciousness... you understand?"
Interrupting Light's seemingly direction-less speech, Ryuzaki stated quite plainly, "That only applies when you're speaking in terms of happiness and sadness, excitement and anger..." He then placed his hands lightly on the teen's concave stomach before he could escape, continuing his thought, "You are not fat, and as I've stated previously, you can not feel fat. It's a medical description, something that is or isn't, and just to humbly assert my opinion, if your rib cage protrudes further than your stomach you're most likely in the 'isn't' category." He paused, hoping his statements would perhaps have some effect on the boy, "Fatness is not an emotion, insecurity is, and for whatever reason you seem to be confusing the two."
Silent and still, the teen continued to lay in the same position, allowing Ryuzaki to keep resting his hand on his abdomen for reasons even he was unaware of. He knew that the detective was right, the evidence that he was underweight was clear and all of the statistics were lined up in front of him... Still, it was impossible for Light to believe him, despite however much he wanted to. Even though he could recognize that he weighed less now than ever before and that any medical resource or professional would urge him to gain weight, he still wasn't convinced that he wasn't fat. Looking down and seeing his body, seeing the thickness of his thighs and the pudgy mound that was his belly was far more convincing than any statistic could be. The teen felt as though he was truly becoming insane, it was almost as though he was hearing voices but he knew he couldn't share them with anyone else because he was the only one who heard them... it was difficult to discern between reality and fantasy when fantasy had become his reality.
The brunette sighed, resigning himself to the fact that Ryuzaki would never understand his true corpulence and that attempting to explain it to him would be futile. Thus he sat upright and straightened his posture, now looking directly at the older man as he addressed him, "I suppose you're right, perhaps I am feeling 'insecure'." It was uncharacteristic for Light to agree with Ryuzaki so openly, especially when it meant that he had been proven wrong and his argument was invalid. Perhaps this was Light's way of assuring that the conversation would end and that the two could move on to another subject. Ryuzaki wasn't likely to give up that easily though, as much as Light was capable of manipulating a situation to reach his ideal outcome, so was he.
Thus, instead of just dropping the conversation, Ryuzaki decided to take things further, probing deeper into why his suspect, partner, friend, and perhaps crush, was feeling in such a way. It was odd for him to display such concern for another human being, but the strange combination of Light's intelligence, callousness and vulnerability, not to mention his good looks, had caused the man to develop not only an attraction to but a genuine affinity for the younger man. It pained him to see the bright teen abuse himself in such a childish way, and it was hard for him to understand how such an intelligent person could behave so stupid and irrationally... how could someone so perfect hate himself that much? Ryuzaki felt peculiar describing anything or anyone as perfect, he knew scientifically that virtually nothing had the potential to be perfect aside from a square, but Light Yagami in essence was perfect; he was practically a genius, incredibly good-looking, had a great family, a beautiful girlfriend and was well-liked by almost everyone around him. This is why he had to pose the question, a hand resting softly on the teen's knee, "Why do you feel so insecure, Light-kun?"
Light shrugged, avoiding eye contact briefly as he racked his brain for a potential response. He thought he had made it clear as to why he felt so insecure, it was because he felt as though he was fat, obviously. Perhaps Ryuzaki was asking a different question, maybe he was asking him why he thought he was fat? That would be redundant though, considering that he thought he was fat because he was fat. He thought this because he had a pair of functioning eyes as well as an available functioning mirror. This was useless, attempting to decipher what Ryuzaki meant by the question that is, all Light could do is answer the detective's inquiry as honestly as possible because skirting the subject would only make the conversation last even longer, "Because I don't find myself very attractive...?" It was more of a question than an answer.
Ryuzaki was disappointed with Light's response, but his blank expression didn't falter; what truly bothered the detective was that he was expecting something meaningful and profound, not quintessential, teenage self-consciousness which could be expected from someone like Misa. He sighed, still not looking away from the boy as he responded carefully, "I don't know why I keep having to repeat myself Light-kun, but you have nothing to be insecure about. You know where I stand in reference to your physical attractiveness... I just don't see why looks are so important to you."
This conversation was painful and Light had been aching for it to end. He was tired of having to explain himself, sick of being confronted with the fact that his greatest fears were vapid and meaningless, and yet suddenly it occurred to him that he had a power over Ryuzaki and this conversation that had never dawned on him previously. Even if the timing was awkward and even if the teen still felt repulsive after consuming such a large amount of food, in that very moment he abandoned all of these things and grabbed Ryuzaki's arm, pulling the man toward him and planting a tender kiss right on his pale lips.
The detective was taken aback by the sudden, uncharacteristic display of affection from the normally distant teen. However, he wasn't going to reject opportunity just because it didn't come with perfect timing. Perhaps Light was so moved by his flattery and the way that he exhibited his concern him that teen couldn't conceal his desires any longer, he had to express his adoration for Ryuzaki with physical affection... or perhaps the detective was simply delusional, either way, for once he managed to ignore whatever his mind had to say and abandoned both his and Light's handcuffs as well as his better judgement, he didn't want to make things uncomfortable as he expected to be in some interesting positions in the near future.
Light smiled into the extended closed mouth kiss before slowly pulling away, looking on to Ryuzaki with admiration as he tenderly cupped the older man's face with his cold hands. He had never before noticed how soft his skin was, or how when the light was reflected off of his dark eyes they shone like onyx; Ryuzaki was very unconventionally beautiful, in a way that could only be appreciated through close speculation. Not wasting any time, Light reached for the hem of the detective's signature white shirt and removed it with ease, baring his lean torso and the pale rosy nipples that Light couldn't wait to trace with his tongue.
Flattered by the initiative Light had taken with undressing him, the man decided to do the same, knowing that although internally the younger man would protest to being shirtless, perhaps being caught up in the moment would be enough for him to disregard his self-consciousness. Thus, Ryuzaki removed Light's top as well, kissing him all the while, making sure to lovingly run his hands along the teen's sides despite however much the harsh curves and ridges of his ribs had disturbed him. "I love your body." he whispered into the teen's mouth between their short, fast open-mouthed kisses. Their faces met in quick yet steady rhythm, mouths coming closer, lips meeting lips, a final parting before moving back again. This continued for awhile until Ryuzaki had slipped his jeans off, the denim lying in a pool around his ankles before he kicked him them off, pushing them to some far off corner, their location unimportant as long as it wasn't obstructing his closeness to Light.
Light followed in suit, finally caught up in the heat of the moment as he also tore off his pants, the two men left naked aside from briefs as their bodies collided once more, Ryuzaki holding on to the teen's slender thighs as he lifted his lithe frame, the young man participating by wrapping his long legs around Ryuzaki's waist, his body now fully supported by the detective's strength as he held on to his ass, carrying him with ease from the living room to the bedroom, ultimately letting the teen down carefully on to their shared bed. Never had he seen a sight more satisfying than the barely dressed Light sprawled across the bed, his eyes hungry and his face flushed, his mouth left slightly ajar and his chest quickly rising and falling is if to say he was out of breath from exerting so much sexual energy.
Ryuzaki seized the opportunity immediately and pounced onto the bed, enveloping Light's small torso with his arms and bringing their faces together once more, sucking on his lower lip before invading the other boy's mouth with his tongue, the wet warmth between his lips feeling welcoming as he continued to explore, only leaving sparingly for the quick gasp for breath. The teen looked up at him with his warm amber eyes, his eyelids heavy and his body almost shaking as he held onto the older man's shoulders for support, never had they been so close for such an extended period of time.
For once was Light's skin had finally been warm to the touch, as was Ryuzaki's, and both of them began to peel off their briefs as they were ready to finally relieve themselves of the sexual tension that had been filling the apartment to its capacity ever since their first night handcuffed together. Light had voluntarily turned over this time, holding on to the bed frame as he was on his knees, facing the wall as he felt the detective's body begin to press against his. This was an entirely new experience for the two men, never Ryuzaki or Light had ever been fully intimate before and there was so much anticipation for what was about to follow that both parties already felt as though they were about to explode.
The brunette's grip onto the wooden bed frame tightened as he began to feel his hands begin to sweat, his heart pounding even faster. Ryuzaki took a sharp inhale, taking a hold of Light's slim hips before finally taking the plunge and entering him, a very audible gasp escaping the boys lips as he began to pant, overwhelmed with both pain and intense pleasure as he could feel Ryuzaki's manhood penetrate him. He moaned softly, his eyes shut tightly and small tears beginning to form at their corners, the detective all the while picking up a steady pace as he began to pound into the boy, gripping on to him harder as he struggled not to cum every second of it.
Light felt overwhelmed as he transcended into a state of ecstasy, his body shaking uncontrollably as Ryuzaki continued to thrust into him, his warm, well-muscled abdomen pressing against his back with every movement, he couldn't help but let out a cry every time the man entered him, never had he been so aroused and satisfied at any point in his life. Ryuzaki loved the way Light cried and moaned, becoming even more excited as his body shook beneath him, knowing fully well that it was his manhood and movements which had such an effect on the boy. He began to thrust deeper, fucking him with all of his might as he could control himself no longer and approached his climax, "I'm going to c-" he attempted to forewarn before he had released everything, afterwards collapsing beside the teen from pure exhaustion, his member still inside him.
"That was incredible." Light managed to say between heavy breaths, his bony chest still rising and falling rapidly as he felt his body become moist with sweat. Ryuzaki was flattered, wrapping his arms around the teen and pulling him closer. Nothing mattered at the moment and never had he felt more relieved in any point in his life. The fact that Light was his suspect was unimportant, as was the fact that they were supposed to be handcuffed together and the fact that the two of them still had plenty of work to do.
For the first time in a long time it felt as though their issues have been resolved or tossed aside or at least put on the back burner, for the next few moments Light wouldn't have to worry about his weight or how he would avoid his next meal and Ryuzaki didn't have to be concerned with convincing the boy to start eating again. The brunette would just stay in the older man's embrace and revel in their temporary happiness until they fell asleep... What could be the consequences of putting off the resolution of Light's little problem for another day or so?
A/N: Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it! Please leave me feedback regarding what you thought of this chapter and what direction you'd like to see this story take in the future. Thank again. :)