This is a fanfic, which means, of course, that Deathnote does not belong to me. If it did I'd have so much yaoi in it that it'd make your eyes bug out of your head. LOL!
Regardless, this is a MxM fanfic, which means if you can't handle two men getting all snuggly with each other then you might now want to read this. J
Okay, on with the show.
Chapter 3
Light lay back on the cot. He couldn't stop thinking about Ryuzaki's soft lips against his. For that split second Ryuzaki had been his, he had tasted those lips, had delved into that confused mouth and devoured him.
Ryuzaki hadn't answered any of his shouts after that. There hadn't been any 'are you okay in there?' or 'are you hungry?' he had no response whatsoever.
Maybe he had taken things too far, but then people did crazy things when they were locked up like this. It was twenty days now and his only contact had been Ryuzaki over the comm. He missed that monotone voice talking to him, missed seeing the little weirdo sit on the couch with only his bare feet touching anything, his knees drawn up under his chin.
He missed seeing Ryuzaki eat enough sweets to put an ordinary man in a coma. He had lost most of that when he suggested this cell. But at least he had the sound of his voice droning over the comm.
Now he had nothing but silence. And Ryuzaki leaving with nothing but a 'I know you're Kira' pissed him off more than anything. If anything he had expected him to sputter and try to rationalize everything like usual, instead he had jabbed at him any way he could.
He had disturbed Ryuzaki's tranquility and that had sent his friend off to probably never talk to him again.
He had asked too much right away, he should've started with conversation, or touching his hand or something. Instead he had rushed in for the kiss and gotten himself clobbered both physically and emotionally.
"I know you're there! Why don't you speak to me? Are you that angry that you won't even talk to me? Say something goddamnit!" Light screamed, glaring up at the camera.
"Fine, you don't want to talk, then you'll have to watch! Because I know you can't leave the damned camera unattended!" Light pulled his shirt up over his head, dropping it on the floor.
He was angry and he wanted Ryuzaki to be as frustrated as he was! He yanked his pants down, completely baring himself.
"What's the problem? Got nothing to say? Misa was right, you're nothing but a little pervert that sits there watching other people."
"I'm not a pervert," Ryuzaki's voice was very quiet, but it startled the hell out of Light, who hadn't expected to see the boy right there outside his cell, hunched over with his hands in his pockets like usual.
"What do you hope to accomplish with this foolishness? I don't know what to do with you. What is it you want from me?" He leaned in close to the bars, those dark eyes watching him intently.
"Come in here and I'll show you what I want. But take a deep breath and get the punches and kicks out of your system before you come in here. I'll start slow with you if you play nice."
"Play? Are we trapped in some sort of game? If that's the case I suppose it's my job to figure out how to get out of the labyrinth you've set up for me. We will talk now, I am coming inside, but if you try anything I will hurt you again."