Caught in the Act

Light frantically searched the cabinets for anything. How could there not be any blocks of prime chocolate? Watari may let L's stash of commercialized, cheap goodies run low, but he certainly always managed to keep the things that mattered most stocked. Such as large, decadent bars of pure dark chocolate. The kind, Light needed for making homemade chocolates worthy of sweetening an internationally famous detective's palate. And in turn, maybe his mood.

The coffee percolated merrily and smelled heavenly, especially when his hands miraculously curled around a large box in the farthest reaches of the top cabinet. Viola! This day couldn't be going any better! He hurriedly pulled the block onto the cutting board, grabbing the cutting knife and chopping it to bits. L had hung back in the other room gathering papers. If Light stayed to the outer limits of the kitchen, they could be separated in theory since they inhabited different rooms. However, he knew that L was going to throw a tantrum when he came in. Searching the cabinets and reaching as far as he did into them would certainly have caused the chain to be yanked a few times more than even L's inhuman patience would allow.

Actually, when had he ever not yanked L's chain? The man was a perpetual sour puss. Now that Light thought about it, L did have a lot of feline traits. He somehow lithely moved without much sound, padded around, and the unnerving stares all the time. Yes, L was definitely cat-like. At that thought, Light allowed himself a secretive smirk before turning to pour the chopped chocolate into the warm cream and butter.

He tried grabbing for the mold on the other counter-top without moving from his position of stirring and keeping an attentive watch on the bubbling concoction when he felt the object he desired placed in his hands. He forced down the startled reaction he almost gave and smiled appreciatively into L's enlarged, curious stare.

"Wow, didn't think they could get any bigger," Light said, a knot-forming catch in his throat making his swallow slowly as he tried to peel himself away from the hypnotic gaze L had caught him in.

"If Light-kun doesn't start stirring rapidly, his chocolate is going to burn," L chided. He ignored the comment on his eyes in favor of peering over Light's shoulder and offering up advice as Light hastily stirred the mixture into the right consistency for pouring.

"Here, hold those still. Which ones do you like best?" Light asked eagerly. Anything new he could learn about L was worth the dilatory responses the detective sometimes offered.

"Those, the apple shapes," was the atypically quick answer. Light nearly dropped the pan when L went on. "Apples always remind me of you."

Together they worked on filling the molds: apples first, strawberries next, plums, peaches… all kinds of miniature-sized fruit shapes. They were all very cute, just like L, Light couldn't help thinking idiotically and then mentally berated himself for comparing L to kittens and miniature fruits all in the same hour. Now he understood from where love sick fool derived. He embodied it!

Light watched L pour the last of the chocolate. "Would you like to paint them when they harden?"

"No, Light-kun, I would not." The sullen answer caught Light off-guard. Again, he found himself locked into a staring match with L that left him dazed and confused. He was certain they had been having "fun" or at least what might be mistaken as fun to the average person. Didn't L have any idea how to enjoy himself?

"What now?" Light accidently said aloud, too unsure of himself and the boundaries he evidently were pushing just by making chocolate with the asocial recluse next to him. He felt a wave of embarrassment before his own churlish nature took over.

"Really L, what's wrong with this?" He swept his hands expansively around the room. The kitchen was a mess. L followed one swinging hand with his eyes and grabbed the other before it landed a second time in a chocolate-splattered pool on the countertop.

"I thought you would like something better than those chalky hearts!" Light added petulantly, his childish tantrum swiftly running out of steam.

"Hm…," L murmured. "Do you always end your seductions with a hissy fit? It really doesn't work for me."

L's mouth, now that Light noticed, was pressed against the palm of his captured hand. He felt a warm, ticklish wetness circling round and round its center. The exploratory tongue ascended upwards and then his sticky, chocolate covered middle finger was engulfed in hot, demanding softness. L licked the underside of Light's finger before slowly letting Light pull out as he sucked it urgently, surely removing any trace of chocolate that might have remained.

"I didn't realize…." Light took a couple of seconds to catch his breath, "I was seducing you." He had been and hadn't realized he was. God! Some kind of genius he was.

"So what next master seducer of the innocent?" L jauntily offered when Light appeared to be more in control. "Velvet compliments, ambrosial chocolates…, I've provided the wanton behavior. I believe wine, dinner and bedroom talk come next? Would that not be accurate, Light-kun?"

"I think so," Light said, still blundering about his bearings— searching for any semblance of rhyme or reason for this abrupt change in L's manner, and wholly appreciative of it, but shockingly out his element. And if that didn't smart, he had botched his seduction by not even being aware of how well it had been going before he even knew he had attempted it. And damn, if that didn't hurt his head trying to sort through the convoluted mess of regret. He was so fucked! Or he wished!

L padded closer to the overwrought boy, whose rush of expressions was tantamount to the boldest declaration of love he could ever make and said what no words could ever candidly say. Light was a marvel. An exquisite, male specimen, who freely loved L and overlooked his garish quirks, challenged his fixed behaviors, fed his superior complex and overall, Light just felt right when nothing else did.

"Light!"

No response.

The situation definitely called for strong-arm tactics. L hugged the boy close, gently pulled on his hair to gain access to his lips and kissed him. Quick, maybe even too rough at first, but he felt Light respond in kind and he couldn't really stop himself. He plunged in with all the pent-up frustration he had held in check from the first moment he had realized Light was meant to be his. Which truth be told, nearly came with the first glance at Light's profile. No picture. Just the name, IQ and personal description. This boy was destined to always cue his attention.

And he was tired of pretending otherwise.

And he was certain, after today's performance in the main room, Light was too.

So he pushed Light against the table and traced the boy's lips with his tongue, slowing them down slightly so he could slip his quick-fingered hands underneath Light's sweater and broke the kiss only to slide the offensive item of clothing upwards and off, not at all ashamed as he leered brazenly at his unobstructed view of Light's exotically tanned upper body. Nor when he pushed Light into a sitting position on top of the table, kneeing his way between his dangling legs, letting his hands freely roam every contour his now naked torso presented and enjoyed the way his touch caused butterfly-winged shudders to ripple through Light.

"Mhmmm," Light tried to speak, to form words. L dominating him this way felt wonderful and he had given up on figuring out who should do what and reveled in just experiencing whatever came next. He clung to L's shoulders, anchoring himself with his arms linked around the man's neck and his legs twisted about his waist and suddenly he found the support very necessary when L's nimble fingers deftly unsnapped his trousers and slipped between the band of his boxers and the skin tingled excitedly in response to his touch there.

"Huh, no. Oh God, too fast, L," Light pleaded. "Not just me. I mean you…, you're still clothed and I want to feel you." His fingers slid into L's hair. The silky, ink-blotted locks glided in and out between his fingertips until he fisted two tufts of it and yanked hard in effort to regain some control.

That nearly didn't work. But slowly, L pulled back and allowed a diminutive amount of space to collect between their bodies.

"You wanted something, Light-kun," he purred cheekily while his arrogance only grew when Light tugged his sweatshirt off and openly gaped at L's lithe, hard curves and the muscular indentions at his waist, sides and jutting hips. Light let his hands pass smoothly from L's shoulders over his pecs to his stomach around to the sides of his waist and lower, his thumbs shimmied along behind so he could enjoy the feel of L's body all over again. Magnificent.

Light laid his head on L's shoulder, overwhelmed by the strangeness of actually being aware of his feelings. He pressed reverent lips against the cool, smooth skin there. He cautiously tongued L before eagerly mouthing the salty sweet combination of that skin, delighted that each time brought a hint of purplish marking to the pale man. He'd not have an easy time forgetting tonight whenever he removed his clothes. Light smiled through the next kiss, angled into the crook of L's neck and he came off the table to gain more purchase of the man letting him stain him with his teeth, not bothered in the least when his pants fell around his ankles since his own hands were busy undoing the fly of L's jeans.

Only when he stopped to try and actually process what he and L were doing together, did Light panic. Like in the moment his hand made contact with nothing but hot, velvety hardness, he choked. Sex fright? What the hell was he doing? He didn't have a clue.

As soon as Light began breathing unevenly, L knew the boy was scared. He cupped Light's chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. "Shh…, remember, you're the one who seduced me."

Light's eyes blinked like a distress signal, widening and narrowing in response to both his unwanted hysteria and the primal need coursing through him being sheltered by L's naked body. "I only remember kissing girls to get them to leave me alone," he explained, his terror creating a static in his voice. "And—and this doesn't feel the same."

L bit his neck, hard. Light let out a low keen. "Don't stop." L licked and bit and sucked and removed Light's boxers. He pulled Light flushed against him, swallowing hard on the visceral sounds bubbling at the back of his throat, afraid of letting loose Light's fear again, but stroking the boy's back and feeling him rub flagrantly against him was becoming too much.

"Oh God, L, I'd… You have no idea," and with those incoherent mutterings, Light's eyes lit up—passion and anger—righteous indignation and he sputtered a bit at the beginning, "You're so beautiful, but please, quit holding back on me." Then he kissed L. Hard, fast and achingly intense. His tongue languidly explored the supple lines of the detective's lips before plunging in to despoil the inside of his mouth and engage his tongue in battle. L welcomed the fight. The connection blazed again, Light's initial trepidation lost and their hands tallied forth in efforts to claim more ground. And L knew all his simulant indifference and barriers were crashing and burning as briskly as their inflamed rush to be intimate awakened desires that would never be repressed again.

Dragging Light along with him, he managed to grab lotion from the sink liner. "Have you ever been…?" L stopped mid-question. Finger-fucked sounded so debased, like he only ever got information from porn sites. Which was true, but who needed to know that? And the bottom fell out L's stomach as the reminder that he and Light were presently in something of an amateur porn film even now, and it probably would be wrong to continue now that he had thought about the video feed, but Light hadn't remembered and so better to not upset him just yet.

More so, the guilt dissipated when Light barely flinched as his lubed hand took both of them together. He questioned Light with his slow movement. "When have we ever not done what we felt is right?"

L tugged a little harder, finding a rhythm his body would respond to and hoped Light could keep up or just come along for the ride because everything did feel right…. His body connected and heated against Light's. Arms around his neck beckoned him closer, roughly joining them, and smashed them into the refrigerator. Kisses, ardent and heavy. Murmurs of adoration, sweet, sexy nothingness. Pleas for letting go, for giving more, pushing and pulling and urges enticed moans from him, made him forget to mask his British accent. Fantasies confessed and garbled by wet kisses placed against sweltering skin until nothing intelligible was spoken; only instinctual movements, heady releases and the weakness that followed.

Still clinging to each other, they slid to the floor.