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So, fyi, there was a one-week time skip, and L and Light are no longer handcuffed. And also, I'm fully aware that my story is totally wrong according to the actual TV show. But honestly, who wants to read a story that doesn't even have its own plot? Jeez. Lol

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Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note (I've been forgetting this. My bad) O.o

One Week Later

L bit the end off of a brownie dipped in chocolate sauce, chewing slowly. His ankle was almost completely healed, and he was able to sit in his crouched position again. The two of us sat at the kitchen table, having a snack. I was munching on some potato chips, and L had a large platter of brownies.

"Where do you get all of your sweets, L? You can't possibly buy them, you never go out. But I don't see you slaving away in the kitchen…" I asked, the question just popping into my head.

"Yes, I actually do bake them. When you sleep," he took another bite of brownie.

"You must be a pretty good chef. You certainly seem to enjoy your own cooking," I laughed.

"Yes, I do," he nodded. "I do a lot of research on recipes," he explained.

"So, I was thinking about going into the city today. I want to do some more investigating on the Yotsuba group. We've examined them from far-off, but we haven't really gotten in there and seen what's going on. It seems like that's the next step," I said, throwing away the empty potato chip bag.

"No. That's not a smart idea. You won't accomplish anything," L shook his head firmly.

"Well sitting around here isn't helping," I crossed my arms. "I've been stuck in this building for over a week," I grumbled.

"You're too high on the suspect list to be allowed to leave. It's unfortunate," L said, selecting another brownie.

I was going totally stir-crazy from being inside with nothing to do for so long, but L clearly wouldn't let me leave. I felt the frustration build up inside me.

"Fine. I'm allowed to watch television, aren't I?" I growled, stomping into the living room.

I must've fallen asleep because a few hours later a delicious smell woke me up. I rubbed my eyes and wandered into the kitchen.

L was stirring a large pot of something over the stove, and there was a saucepan full of spaghetti sauce steaming next to it. The oven timer dinged and L grabbed an oven mitt to match his apron before pulling out a large tray of cheesy bread.

"What are you doing?" I asked. L turned around, still wearing the oven mitt.

"Oh, hello Light!" he beamed. "I made you dinner. You don't seem to enjoy sweets as much as I do, but I'd like it if you tasted my cooking."

"Wow. That's really nice of you," I grinned.

"Spaghetti and meatballs!" L said as he strained the noodles.

"One of my favorites," I replied, getting out two plates and forks.

"I made a cake for myself. I don't eat spaghetti. Although I suppose I'll still need a fork," L shrugged. I set the table and he prepared the plates. We sat down together, smiling.

"It smells amazing," I sniffed deeply.

"Dig in!" L took his own advice and started in on a piece of his cake. I twirled some spaghetti around my fork and ate it. It was surprisingly good.

"Hey, this isn't bad," I nodded, taking another bite. "It's pretty good, actually," I reached for the cheesy bread.

We ate together until we finished, and by the end I was thoroughly impressed with L's cooking.

"Tasty spaghetti," I wiped my face off with my napkin.

"Yes. Too bad I don't eat spaghetti," L said as he finished off the last piece of cake.

"Just try it! One noodle, that's all," I hurried over to the remaining spaghetti and picked out a strand. L creased his forehead but reluctantly took one end of the spaghetti in his mouth. I got an idea and took the other end in my mouth. We both chewed incredibly slowly, our lips meeting in the middle. It was supposed to be an innocent kiss, but passion took over and soon enough our hands were flying through each others hair and our clothes flying across the room. I didn't want to ruin the moment by rushing to the bedroom, so instead I turned L around so his naked back was facing my front. I kissed his neck, running my tongue halfway down his back. He moaned and tried to reach around to grasp my length.

I grabbed his wrists and held them together at my stomach, pushing his back so he was forced to bend at the waist. His position gave me easy access to his entrance, but first I needed to get him used to the feeling.

"Ugh, Light," L struggled. I increased the tightness of my grip, but cursed inwardly when I realized I had no available fingers. Switching both of L's arms to one of my hands, I put the other in my mouth and sucked it quickly. L stopped struggling, curious about what was to come.

I slipped one finger in, and L moaned with only pleasure. I added another finger and his delight increased. At three fingers he was thrusting backwards against me, clearly wanting more.

I thrust my erection into him, eliciting a small gasp. But L continued his thrusts, and I began to match them. He was able to take much harder and deeper penetration this way. I spread my feet a little wider apart, grunting as I hammered into him. He moaned my name, his head drooping. Lost with passion, I almost loosened my clasp on his hands, but managed to keep them there. I used my free hand to pump his erection, not worrying about being gentle.

I kicked it up a notch, going at full speed. I repeatedly slammed against him, now going so deep I was almost worried. I knew I'd hit his sweet spot as his knees buckled and he fell to the kitchen floor, bringing me along with him. We came together, a burst of fervor. My heart raced and our chests heaved, and I was utterly exhausted. I collapsed on top of him, feeling on top of the world. I'd gone so deep I felt I'd made my way into his stomach.

"That was unexpected," L said when he had regained his breath.

"Yeah," I agreed. I stood up and got my boxers, pulling them back on. L followed suit. When we were both fully dressed I helped L clean up, even though he would much rather leave the dirty dishes.

After we finished L poured himself a cup of coffee and we went into the living room. He got out his laptop and starting typing away on it. We'd advanced enough in the Kira case to know that at least one of the members of the Yotsuba group had to be Kira. Misa had really gotten involved in the investigation, although she typically wasn't much help.

I was reviewing some tapes of the Yotsuba group's most recent meeting when Misa burst into the room. She was out of breath and carrying a small black notebook.

"IT'S KYOSUKE HIGUCHI!" she screamed.

"What?" L and I asked in unison.

"KIRA! Higuchi is Kira! He confessed! I went to talk to the Yotsuba group about being spokesperson for their company, and Higuchi was acting really strange! I went to talk to him in a private room, and I just acted cute, and he confessed everything! I even got this notebook! All you have to do is write down someone's name in it, and if they die! It's how Kira kills!" Misa explained all in one breath. She was smiling wider than I'd ever seen her. She looked proud of herself. "But you have to know what they look like too, or else they won't die."

"Hm. Give me the notebook," L commanded.

"Be careful! When you touch the notebook, you can see a Shinigami!" Misa warned.

"Shinigami?!" L yelped. "They don't exist!" he shook his head furiously.

"Hmph. If you don't believe me, see for yourself!" Misa shoved the black notebook at him. L touched it cautiously, letting out a small shriek when he did.

"…They're real?" he whispered. He was staring off into an empty space in the room.

"Let me touch it!" I demanded. L was holding the notebook limply in his hand. I reached out to grab it from him, my fingers clenching the spine with distinct strength.

*GASP*

Lol what a fake cliffhanger! I just decided that Chapter 9 is gonna be ACTION PACKED and probably even super long. (Keep in mind, super long by my standards isn't that long)

Yeah, yeah, doesn't match the show, blah blah.

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