L
Dark eyes peeked out from beneath a mess of dark hair to gaze at the pale moon which rose above the lit skyscrapers. A pale thumb slowly made its way into the man's mouth as he nibbled lightly on the flesh beside the thumbnail; the abused skin was already torn, but any pain was soothed by a swift flick of a supple tongue.
"Doesn't it bother you to slouch so much when you're standing?" Light asked for the hundredth time.
"No."
"I bet that by now your spine is practically fused into that awful position."
L didn't bother to grace his companion with an answer, and instead just focused on the glowing orb in the sky. Of course, anyone who knew anything about science knew that the moon itself did not give light, it was merely reflecting the light given off by the sun. Oh well, it made a dramatic portrayal of the otherwise drab scene before him.
Hex me told him
I dreamt of a devil that knew him
Pale white skin with strawberry gashes all over all over
The room sounded so quiet now that the two of them weren't wearing the handcuffs. Instead of the clinking metal links, the only noise was the constant buzzing of computers running and the occasional sound of Matsuda snoring as he slept on the couch outside their room.
Their room.
It was strange to think of it that way. Now that Light no longer had to be handcuffed to him and watched over all the time, it was normal for the others investigating the Kira case to think that Light would move out. They obviously thought that he would want to get as far away from the strange detective as he could, but they were all surprised when he didn't. Even Yagami-san questioned his son's sanity, but Light was able to talk circles around them and make them drop the subject without giving away his true reasons for staying there.
"What do you think Kira is doing now, Light-kun?"
A heavy sigh, which had been well practiced over the weeks, made its way to L but Light decided to reply anyway.
"I don't know. I never know what he's doing."
"What would be your best guess, then?"
"Sleeping."
"Eh?"
L turned around and tilted his head as if the thought of the world's most notorious murderer sleeping had never occurred to him. To be honest, not even Light could figure out how the genius's thought process worked and if anyone claimed that they did, they were flat-out lying.
"Sleeping, as in allowing his body to rest and recover for another day of killing criminals."
"I know what sleeping is," L replied a little sharply.
"That's hard to believe considering you never get any yourself."
The older man pulled his thumb from him mouth and shuffled across the floor at a leisurely pace.
"I do get sleep, Light-kun, but you already know that."
"Yeah, 'I just don't require as much as the rest of you', right?"
Light smiled up at L as the detective paused in front of him. Light was seated casually at the end of their bed and had been pretending to look through files for a while now. Setting down the papers, he smiled warmly and reached out a hand to stroke the back of the other man's hand.
"Correct. There's nothing strange about that at all."
Grabbing the front of that horrid long sleeved shirt, Light pulled L further down towards him so that their lips barely brushed against one another's. This was not something new for the two of them so there was no need to rush into things or to tear at each other in a craze of lust. No, they had all the time in the world to take it slowly, to taste.
Well, that wasn't entirely true. L was approaching the undeniable truth much more quickly than Light had wanted. The fact of the matter was that having L around was getting to be too dangerous and he had to be removed if the new god was to rule his kingdom. It was unfortunate, to be sure, but a necessary step.
L's cold fingers finally left his side to stroke his lover's sides before moving up to run through that perfectly kept hair. Light nipped at his pale lips, but L smiled knowing that it was the younger man's attempt at establishing some sense of dominance.
"It's true, you know," Light murmured when L pulled back some.
"What is? That you're Kira?"
"That people who can tie cherry stems into knots with their tongues are good kissers."
The detective didn't seem to mind the extremely hunched position he was in and answered without missing a beat. "If that statement were to be held true, one might assume that you meant that people who cannot tie cherry stems into a knot with their tongues are not good kissers."
"Would you say I'm a bad kisser?" Light questioned, confident that L couldn't say he was.
L looked up, still hunched forward in an awkward position, and pondered for a moment. Light waited patiently, semi-interested in what L really thought. All the girls he had kissed had never complained and had often gone out of there way to let him know how good he was at it. However, none of those air-heads mattered at all; what mattered now was the opinion of some social recluse.
"Light-kun is probably in the top five percent of kissers."
"Hehehe, only in the top five? Who's in the top one percent?"
A dirty grin spread across L's face before he shook his head, signaling that he wouldn't answer that question.
"Be proud, Light-kun, not many people are up in the top five percent."
"Just five percent of the world's population, right?"
"Only the five percent that are of an age where kissing is appropriate of course."
Standing up, Light almost towered over L, but he was sure that if that posture-challenged genius ever stood up straight the two of them would be very close in height. L didn't seem to mind the height difference at all and just straightened out enough for his head to reach Light's chest. Those sinfully dark eyes watched carefully as the younger man slipped his fingers under the knot of his tie and pulled it loose.
Watch me fault him
You're living like a disaster
He said kill me faster
With strawberry gashes all over all over
Both of them watched each other's expressions carefully, as if willing the other to give up and show his desire first. They were both gifted with amazing poker faces, but even that wasn't enough for this little game. No, every twitch, every breath, and every look in their eyes counted.
L was careful not to bring his thumb up to his mouth again as he watched Light undressing in a slow, deliberate manner. Under those perfectly kept clothes was the body of a god-child, flawless in every meaning of the word. How was it possible that there was a human born to such perfections? Smart, witty, social, and for lack of a better word, sexy. It had all been wrapped up into the being known as Light Yagami who was now standing in front of the detective in nothing but his birthday suit.
"Still clothed, Ryuzaki?" he asked with a beaming smile. The comment sounded so innocent but there was nothing but filthy meaning behind it.
"Yes, I'm not sure if Watari brought my clothes back from the cleaners yet."
"Well, it's better to take them off before we get dirty, so that if he, by some miraculous force, doesn't bring your spare clothes you can wear those again."
"That's unsanitary," the older man stated flatly.
"Sheesh, it's not like you roll around in the mud or anything," Light replied, slightly annoyed.
Taking the opportunity that presented itself, in one fluid motion, L shoved Light onto the bed while he straddled on top. A soft gasp was the only noise that the younger man could make before his mind caught up with the situation and he relaxed. Those sharp eyes watched hungrily as L slipped out of the thin shirt and tossed it to the side carelessly. It was in rare moments like this that Light was given the opportunity to see things that many people never had a chance to.
Although L carried about a sense of taking things easy, he was quite an aggressive person when he found something that he wanted. In this case, he had set his eyes on the man he suspected of being his enemy and his best friend. Perfection and imperfection all rolled up into one.
Lithely undressing without moving around too much, L gave Light the opportunity to drink in the sight of his surprisingly fit body. No one could have guessed that a person who consumed enough sugar to kill a normal human being would have not only been able to stay skinny, but also have a body that the average person would have committed murder for.
"How do you do it?" Light asked in mild amusement. This wasn't the first time he had asked the question and L didn't even need to answer it by now, but he did.
"Fast metabolism."
"Sure."
L moved down to capture the lips of his lover and he didn't show any sign of uncertainty or confusion. They both knew what they were doing and why there were doing it - and that was enough. He and Light would constantly fight and their time between the sheets was no exception. It was a bruise to the younger man's pride that he would usually end up in the submitting position, but that was one thing that L would almost never negotiate. Although one could go about guessing various reasons for that, the truth was that no one really knew, least of all Light.
One theory that Light managed to come up with on the rare occasion that he was allowed to top his lover was the fact that L carried a very physical mark of his connection to death and did not like showing it off to just anyone. Etched in permanent ink across the pale expanse of L's back was an image of the grim reaper holding on to a human skull with his skeletal fingers. Each movement of his body seemed to bring the image to life, as if the face of the character Death would be revealed from the shadows of the cloak any moment. This tattoo was almost sacred to the older man and it was never mentioned between them; it had been established as almost an unspoken rule between the two of them after the first time Light inquired about it. To the lighter-haired man, it was another reminder that there were far more mysteries surrounding L than he cared to admit.
The relationship that they shared was as warped and as confusing to a normal person as it could get. However, what they had was something that they never had any intention of sharing with anyone outside of their own little world. No one would understand it and they never made the assumption that someone would. It was too simple for them to face the reality that they were on a level that people simply could not reach.
Bony fingers teased Lights body and prepared him for what was to come. In response, he just spread his legs further apart and kissed those sugar laden lips more ferociously. L leaned back as Light squirmed out from under him and changed their positions. Dragging his perfectly wicked tongue down the pale man's chest, Light stopped just short of the already excited member. He looked up tauntingly at the detective before his head was shoved down and he took it all into his mouth.
The dark-haired man took in a quick breath, but the only signs of his pleasure were the throbbing flesh in Light's mouth and the expressions that played across his face. One hand took a firm grip of the young man's hair and the other reached across Light's back to once more tease the fleshy entrance.
Light moaned around his member making L arch his back in delight. He began to lick and suck in time with the thrusting fingers and it didn't take very long before L was more than ready to move on. He pulled Light away from his swollen member roughly, even eagerly. Grabbing that thin waist, the English man pulled it towards him and carefully eased himself inside the warmth of Light's body.
"Ahh, ngh!"
Although the two of them were confident that they could carry out their carnal relationship without being interrupted, both of them still practiced some caution which involved gagging the unfortunate Light. As another bruise to his pride, it was discovered rather early on that he was quite the vocal lover. L had found it humorous and had no qualms about having sex until Light got too noisy, but it was easy to see that Light didn't appreciate being unfulfilled at all. The solution? Well, it was L's idea of course.
"Mmphh, oohh!"
L watched Light squirm beneath him in fascination as their bodies connected roughly and repeatedly. The younger man held on to the headboard hard enough to turn his knuckles white and his thighs trembled as they held up his body in that position. L dragged his tongue along Light's spine, forcing yet another pleasurable groan from him. A contented smile painted itself across his features as he slipped his hand down to stroke Light's throbbing member.
"Are you going to kill me, Kira?" he asked as he continued to pound into the other's willing body.
"Isth noth Kithsa!" Light replied angrily before tossing his head back in the sheer pleasure.
"I don't believe that for a moment," L panted as he held the body even closer and stroked even faster.
"Scthew you, ngh, ahnn!"
The sound of flesh smacking flesh filled the room, only to be interrupted by the younger man's delightful noises. Asserting what authority he still had in the relationship, Light slapped at L's shoulder as a signal to change positions and L obliged without any problems. Pulling out completely, he flipped Light over and pulled those well-formed legs on his shoulders before pushing right back in.
"Gthah!"
L chuckled at the noises Light made as he rocked back and forth. They were quite stimulating to say the least. If they weren't in a very public place, he would have gladly taken the gag off just to hear them fully. Leaning forward, he teased Light's nipples with his teeth and tongue until the other man couldn't stand it anymore and pulled him into a bruising kiss.
Riding on the pleasure, it wasn't long before L tossed his own head back and silently mouthed his own adoration. He had given this man more than he had given anyone else. Did he give it away for free or did he know? Did he know that he would die in the arms of his lover, his killer? Did he know that his successors would struggle against Kira and finally overcome him? Did he know that Light would never forget him and would be haunted by his memories until the very moment his own life ended? If anyone ever tells you that they knew exactly what he was thinking, they are lying. No one could ever know what rested within that mind.
I lay quiet
Waiting for his voice to say
"Some things you lose and some things you just give away."
"Beyond Birthday," L muttered as he stood in front of the large glass door once more.
Sweat slowly slid down his chest, leaving the ticklish sensation that was soon scratched away. The moon was already beginning to fade as the early sunrise lightened the sky. Light was sprawled out on the bed, taking the time to catch his breath before he leaned to his side.
"What is it, Ryuzaki?"
Shaking his head, he moved back to the bed and into Kira's arms. They held on to one another almost desperately and let their mouths express what they wished for, but knew that they could never have. Perhaps L did know, that morning as he kissed those lips with a fervent intensity, that he would die by those perfect and bloodstained hands. Yes, maybe he knew that this one would present the only case he could never solve with solid proof, regardless of the fact that he knew who the killer was.
On November 5, 2004, L Lawliet was murdered by Kira, along with his caretaker Quillish Wammy.