A Different Suite
Chapter 10
Warning: Lemon
"Light-kun has pushed me past my limit." L breathed against Light's mouth, before heatedly closing the gap between them. The moment their lips touched, the geniuses felt a stir of intense emotion. Perhaps it was due to the effects of adrenaline, the frustration of the case, or the overflowing sexual tension, but in that moment the reason didn't matter.
The kiss was dark and heady as he pressed Light into the door. The younger man gasped as L grazed his thigh against his groin and the raven took advantage of parted lips. The touch of their tongues was intoxicating and addictive.
Releasing the youth's wrists, L's pale hands were suddenly on Light's shirt and his surprisingly nimble fingers were manipulating the buttons apart. He finally growled in annoyance and ripped the shirt open. The youth's nearly perfect torso was bared and the raven ran his fingers over the lightly bronzed, heated skin. If it weren't for the large bandage on his chest, his torso would have been flawless. The shirt slid easily off his shoulders and fell to the floor.
As his chest was exposed to the cool air, Light abruptly came out of his daze. He broke the kiss, placing his hands on the detective's shoulders and half-heartedly trying to create a distance between them.
"L, we shouldn't do thi- ah!"
L bit his neck to silence him, the hint of canine and hot breath sending a flush of warmth through the youth's blood. He felt dizzy and compliant, as if his blood stream was given a direct shot of sake.
"Light-kun should shut his mouth before I find a better use for it." He warned against his ear, roughly tugging the button of Light's pants open. L seemed to be getting irritated with the youth. The raven captured his lips once more to ensure his silence while yanking the man's hips flush against his own.
Light knew they shouldn't, as this wasn't the time nor the place, but before he could comprehend what was happening L was pushing him against the bathroom counter and grinding deliciously against him. The items on the marble counter shook in protest. He bit his lip to stifle the soft moans nearly escaping his mouth as L's hips tortured him over and over again. The youth hooked a leg around his hips and held onto the man.
Light indulged for a moment, kissing the man back without reservation. He didn't understand why he was doing this. He didn't understand the intense craving that L created within him nor the swelling of an emotion he couldn't identify. All he knew was the incredible need for the detective.
The raven gripped the student's hips tight against his own, delighting in the feel of Light's mutual arousal and the wonderful friction it created. Light nearly mewled as the man ground their erections together more roughly.
Light pulled away, a part of him afraid of where this was going.
"L, we can't do th-"
"I have no patience for Light's games. He is sending mixed messages and frankly, I think he is ashamed of admitting he wants this."
His baritone voice had low, husky quality as he made a likely truthful deduction and his hand was snaking down the front of Light's pants. L's hand abruptly wrapped around him, gripping and slowly pumping the soft skin. Light's mind went deliciously blank and his eyes fluttered shut to avoid the man's piercing gaze.
"Nhnn. . ."
He continued to relentlessly stroke him in an agonizing slow pace. His thumb grazed the head of his member and he gasped at the heightened pleasure.
"Light admits he wants this?"
"N-no." Light managed, unable to resist the smirk tugging his lips as he defiantly met gleaming onyx eyes. That nuance of movement a confession. A challenge.
"Light veut que je le punisse?" Light wants me to punish him? L inquired in that language that only he seem to make both sultry and manipulative.
A darker, more sinister part of Light seem to hiss in approval. YES, that's what he wanted. To be utterly dominated by the man. The images of L's possible "punishments" sent a pulse of arousal through his frame.
"Peut-être." Maybe I do. Light nearly purred, responding in the sensual tongue.
L fiercely kissed him once more, his fingers threading through Light's hair and softly yanking his head to the side. He descended onto Light's neck and viciously nipped once more. Apparently, L was rather fond of biting. The youth cried out at the wonderful flush of pain and pleasure. He distantly wondered if he had masochistic tendencies.
L continued to descend, his mouth grazing Light's chest and moving along the grooves of his stomach. He shuddered as L's mouth touched his hips. He was so close.
L unzipped his slacks and tugged them down, revealing Light's black boxers. The musician was intensely aware of his pounding heart and flushed face as he was further exposed to the cool air. The raven wrapped his warm hand around his throbbing erection and when he gave an experimental lick, Light's knees nearly buckled. Then he was engulfed in that perfectly warm, wet mouth.
Losing virtually all inhibitions, the younger man clenched onto the marble counter with whitening knuckles to hold himself up. It felt so incredibly good as the detective swirled his tongue over him. L began to move his mouth over him faster and pulled Light's hips closer, taking more of him into his mouth.
Light never appreciated L's oral fixation more.
He groaned as his stomach tightened and he began to build. He distantly wondered how this was a form of punishment. He was so terribly but wonderfully close to his peak already. As if sensing he was on the verge, L pulled away.
Light gazed down at the man, disappointed with the loss of pleasure but mesmerized by the image of L kneeling before him with his lips glistening from his ministrations and normally creamy milk skin flushed. The youth silently watched him rise to his feet, continuing to grip the edge of the counter.
L's lips were quirked into a intrigued smile, his thumb touching his lips and he seem to be calculating something. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against Light's, the gentle sensation overwhelmingly pleasant.
Light continued to stare at the man after the chaste kiss, eagerly awaiting for him to make a move. He felt annoyed that he was so desperate with want for release.
"Why did you stop?" Japanese slipped from his lips, as he didn't think he had the mental capacity to speak French.
"Does Light-kun wish to come?"
"Dammit L, you know damn well-"
"Mets-toi sur les genoux." Get on your knees.
Light paused, not expecting such blunt words to leave that very talented mouth. He hesitated in uncertainty.
"Je ne vais pas me répéter." I will not repeat myself.
Having no patience for the youth, L pushed him down onto his knees. Light stared up from under his bangs and L met the gaze with equal intensity. Being eye level with the large bulge of L's jeans, Light understood what the detective wanted. He grinned to himself, knowing that he caused such a reaction in the great detective.
Knowing the man's impatience, Light leisurely completed the task of unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. It wasn't surprising that the man didn't wear underwear as he refused to even wear socks.
While Light had never been with a man, he refused to be timid.
He pulled out his member and gave an experimental lick. It was weird experience at first, the idea of having someone else in his mouth. He imitated what L did with his mouth, engulfing his erection and using his tongue. He grew more encouraged by L's hand running through his hair.
L watched through hooded, smoldering eyes, his finger tracing the shape of pale lips.
"Light-kun has a very attractive mouth, especially when its wrapped around me like that." The raven mumbled in French through his finger. Light's mind was whirling as he translated his words, feeling the heat in his abdomen grow.
Light began to bob his head and use his tongue more, swirling it over the man's cock. He was determined to get the man to build, but had no intention of letting him come. He planned to pay the man back in kind. He felt the hand in his hair curl and yank his mouth off, as if sensing his thoughts.
L pulled him to his feet and turned him around, pushing him up against the counter. The youth's eyes widen as he was suddenly gazing at himself in the large bathroom mirror. He felt a small wave of embarrassment at his lack of shirt and his pants hanging provocatively around his lower thighs, revealing his bare chest down to the slight curve of his hips. His erection was standing at attention and completely exposed.
Light had never seen himself so. . . aroused.
L did this on purpose.
He wanted the youth to see himself this way:
Naked, flustered, and affected. By him.
The detective gazed darkly at him through the mirror and Light suddenly realized that they were the same height. His pale hands moved to Light's hips and he pulled him against his chest. Their bodies were flush against one another and the younger man could feel L's bare, hard member pressing against his naked bottom. It was strange sensation as he grazed Light's entrance, but undeniably erotic. L so badly wanted to take him right there. Light realized he was unconsciously arching into the man. He wanted this.
L pulled a bottle from a drawer and was squirting lube onto his hands. He slipped a lubricated finger in the younger man's entrance, slowing moving in and out. He added another finger, curling his fingers experimentally. After a few minutes of preparing him and kissing at his neck to distract him from the initial pain, L lubricated himself and began to push inside. It was incredibly tight and Light shuddered in such a way that the detective knew he must be hurting him. The raven's hand was suddenly on him again, slowly pumping his cock.
He slowly began to rock his hips and Light bent over the counter, steadying himself. L changed the angle of his thrusts and Light cried out as he hit a bundle of wonderful nerves.
"Ah, fuck!" Light momentarily saw white.
"Hmm, Light aime ça?" Did Light like that? The detective began to thrust harder at that angle, shoving Light against the counter. Light helplessly moaned and clawed at the counter as he was assaulted with the overwhelming feeling over and over. He didn't imagine that sex would feel this good and suddenly wondered how he could have gone so long without it.
"Open your eyes, Light."
Not realizing his eyes were closed, Light opened them to see himself in the mirror once more. It was an incredibly arousing sight to watch L thrust into him and Light noted with disdain that he was still wearing his shirt. The man began to pump him furiously while pounding into him faster. Light quickly began to build and eagerly met the man's thrusts. As they both began to build more intensely and desperate for release, their movements grew more hurried and uncoordinated.
Their eyes met in the mirror and Light felt himself surrender to one of the most powerful orgasms of his life. He helplessly panted and trembled as the raven continued to pump him, his seed seeping over the man's hand. His vision momentarily blurred and if it weren't for the counter, he would have collapsed onto the floor. The youth felt L shudder and bite his shoulder as he reached his own completion, a flush of warmth filling him. L slowly thrust a few more times before holding himself up with the counter and leaning over Light. His face rested against the man's shoulder.
They were both silent for a few minutes as the haze of lust cleared and the gears of their minds began to turn once more. L felt a growing anxiety in his stomach as he grasped what happened. He had only meant to kiss the youth and had instead let his sexual frustration take over. While Light certainly seemed to enjoy having sex with him, L didn't even know how the younger man felt about him. Light on the other hand, was still in disbelief about what happened.
"I did not intend for that to happen." L admitted quietly.
"I need a shower." Light quickly remarked, unwilling to discuss what happened between them. Honestly, he didn't know what to say.
L pulled away, allowing the man to do as he pleased. Light stepped out his pants around his ankles and stepped into the large shower area, feeling no need for modesty. He shut the frosted sliding door and hoped the man would leave him alone. He needed to think about what happened between them and the detective was far too distracting right now.
He was about to turn on the shower when he caught a glimpse of the bandages on his chest. He slowly tore the dressings off and ran his finger over the angry, black stitches. There were several across his chest and a set below his right collar bone. After they healed there was definitely going to be a scars. He would no longer have the perfectly bronzed torso he took pride in, but it would be flawed by ugly jagged scars. He frowned as he pondered the shallowness of his thoughts. He should be overjoyed that he was even alive.
Hot, steaming water cascaded down his sweaty body as he mulled over what just happened. He felt himself grow aroused as he replayed events in his mind. It was only a few minutes into the shower that the door slid open and the raven stepped in. His chest was now bare as well and Light tried to ignore the stir his nudity created.
"L, please leave." He didn't know what else to say to him.
"No. Light-kun needs to know that I did not intend for that to happen." L replied monotonously while closing the door behind him. While it was a rather large shower, there was still only a few feet between them.
"I heard you the first time." Light scrubbed shampoo into his hair, avoiding eye contact with the man and dully noted the soft smell of vanilla. L leaned against the door, his thumb touching his lip pensively.
"Light-kun is ashamed." He simply deduced.
"That's not true."
"Then look at me." Eye contact had always seem to be important to L. Perhaps because it assisted him in determining if someone was telling the truth and right now, Light didn't want those scrutinizing eyes piecing him apart.
Light's eyes reluctantly flickered over to L's and he nearly gasped at the amount of emotion in his dark eyes, but he couldn't identify what emotion exactly.
"Does Light-kun regret it?" He inquired softly.
Light sighed as he continued to scrub his hair.
"Yes. . . and no." He replied, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically nervous as he struggled to maintain eye contact. He didn't quite understand how he felt about what happened nor about how he felt towards the man. However, he did know that as he gazed at the detective, whose eyes were lowering to the floor, he didn't want to hurt him in any way.
He suddenly had the strange urge to assure the man and kiss away the expression on his face.
L was silent as he patiently waited for the younger man to continue.
"I don't even know anything about you." Light finally managed, and rinsed the sods from his hair. He didn't exactly regret what happened between them, but only wished it happened under different circumstances. He was certainly attracted to L and cared for him, but didn't think he should have sex with someone he didn't know anything about. When he opened his eyes again, L was standing closer to him with a small moon-like smile.
"I assure you Light-kun, you know me better than most ever will."
That statement had a rather bittersweet quality as it reminded Light of how most would know nothing about the great man of codename L except for the cases he solved. They wouldn't know of his eccentric habits, how he spoke other languages beautifully, or how his onyx eyes gleamed when he made deductions.
"I don't even know your real name." Light said as he finished rinsing his hair, feeling pain flare in his shoulder. He was likely irritating the wound with his ministrations.
"Light-kun knows more than he thinks, but would Light-kun like to know more?"
Light nodded.
L turned away towards the shower door and Light almost went to grab his wrist, thinking the man was leaving. Instead, the eccentric man was drawing something on the clouded glass of the shower door with his finger.
No, not a drawing. Roman letters.
The raven pulled away from the door to let him see.
L Lawliet
Light stared in disbelief.
"L Lawliet." He uttered softly.
"Yes." L replied simply, peering curiously at the youth.
"Your codename is a part of your real name." Light remarked with a smile, finding it both clever and amusing.
"Yes. Well, Watari rejected my original codename idea of Detective Holmes."
Light softly chuckled, imagining a miniature L pretending to be Sherlock Holmes with a magnifying glass in one hand and a pipe to smoke in the other. If L was going to have a hero as a child, it wasn't surprising that it would be a fictional character such as the detective. Somehow, the air between them grew more comfortable.
"Heh, but you still call him Watson sometimes." He recalled.
"Mm-hmm. I even learned how to play violin to be more like Sherlock. He was my role model, I suppose."
It was endearing to hear him divulge such details of his life and the youth found himself experiencing the need to know everything about this man again. Where was he from? Who were his parents? Did he have any siblings? The questions went on and on. There was one question he had always wondered.
"How old were you when you became codename L?"
"Hmm. . . roughly a decade ago. So, fourteen."
Light's eyes widen. L had been solving cases since he was fourteen-years-old. While Light was starting High school, L was already beginning his phenomenal career as a detective. That meant the detective was older than him by six years! While he seemed older than him, he looked nearly the same age as him. His thoughts were interrupted as L stepped closer to him and gently moved the dripping hair from his face. Water began to roll down the detective's pale, lightly toned chest as he now stood partially under the stream. He cupped Light's cheek.
"Light-kun should not be ashamed. If it makes him feel better, he should know that it was a first for me as well."
"It was?" He replied a bit too quickly.
"Light-kun is surprised? Surely he understands that someone in my position could not afford to become close to anyone. . .or perhaps Light-kun merely thinks that I was exceptional at sex."
". . ."
Light refuse to remotely even suggest the latter was true (even if it was), to avoid inflating the man's already massive ego. He swat the man's hand away.
"Ah, so it was the latter."
"You're so arrogant." Light playfully threw a rag at the man's face. It fell to the floor with small noise.
"Perhaps. Whatever I do in life, I try to do it well. The internet was very educational." Light laughed quietly until he noticed the man's expression change.
L stepped further under the water with the man and reached out, touching the long row of stitches on his chest. The student silently watched him, curious of what was going through that interesting mind.
"I am both angry and happy to see these." L uttered softly. He leaned forward and softly pressed a kiss to the mark. Light's heart skipped a beat at the gesture.
"W-why?"
"One of the reasons I am an insomniac is due to my chronic nightmares. I often dream about the crime scene photos and victims that are cruelly tortured. Light-kun almost became another one of BB's victims and I don't know. . . what I would have done." There were never any stitches in crime photos as victims never had a chance to heal and go on, as Light did.
L's gaze was low as he revealed such intimate thoughts, but as he finished he locked eyes with Light. The youth was truly beautiful as the water partially ran over his chocolate brown locks down to his shoulder and his stitches conveyed the strength within him. Light was rather egotistical and could have a temper, but he was unbelievably brilliant and had endless potential. L wanted to unleash that potential and take him as his own partner. In more ways than one.
The detective suddenly found himself wanting to say those words. Those cliché words that so many other people have easily said and that he thought he would never get the chance to say.
"Light-kun must know something."
"Yes?" Light wondered why he sounded so breathless as L slowly closed the distance between them. Light backed into the cold tile of the wall, but could feel the steam of the shower that was still flowing partially onto them and the warmth of the detective's body.
L hesitated, suddenly feeling more vulnerable than he had ever felt in his entire life. He brushed his lips against Light's, hoping that this wasn't the last kiss they shared. Light leaned into the kiss, enjoying how contrasting it was to other kisses they shared. The thoroughness of the kiss and the gentleness of the fingers on Light's jaw were indescribably decadent.
L reluctantly pulled away, his heart in his throat.
"Je t'aime."
I love you.
A/n: Awww...that was super sweet. I hope you guys enjoyed the lemon. It was the first I've written and I didn't really know what I was doing. I just thought of what I would like to read myself. XD I think sex should be written like the act, hot and exhilarating. Not into the romantic style myself and I don't mind using vulgar terms. Tell me what you think, please! Special thanks to lapoulpe123 for the help on the French translations!
Sorry it took so long to update and I am super happy to see so many reviewing, faving, alerting, and adding me to your author alert list. Please continue to do so! Tell me what your favorite part was in this chapter! Mine was the lemon. :)