Hi everyone! Welcome back to Type of Kisses: a Lawlight series.

First, I want to thank you all for your comments and kudos and favorites, they inspire to keep writing. Also, special thanks to JJ, for correcting my grammar in the last chapter, that really meant a lot!

This time, the type of kiss is:

Post Break Up Kiss - The kiss that catches both of you off guard, but says I miss you, I'm sorry and please love me again all at once without any words being spoken.

Second, I must mention it here, because I suck at tagging, but in this chapter, we have torture, very mild, probably it's not as big as other fanfics, and creepy behavior and unrequited touches, but you'll see what I mean. In my opinion, it's not so bad, but yeah, pls tell me what you think

As always, English isn't my first language and this piece was unbeta'ed.

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Enjoy!

"Fuck you, Ryuzaki. I don't have to put up with your bullshit."

"You technically have to, Light Yagami. You're working with me after all."

"I didn't want to be part of this stupidity."

"Oh? Does Light Yagami have something to hide?"

It was the fifth time that week that Light busted out the office, slamming the door behind him, and ready to leave the building for an hour or two to cool off. Even his fellow detectives were worried about his sudden displays of anger directed at L.

"That's enough, detective Yagami." The sharp and authoritative voice of Deputy Director Soichiro Yagami resounded through the investigation quarters, making everyone stop what they were doing to look at the scene. "I've been very patient with you, but I will not tolerate this childish behavior. So, unless you want to abandon this investigation for good, return to that damn office and follow L's instructions before I-."

"Don't you want a coffee, guys? I heard there's this very good place a couple of blocks down," Matsuda intervened out of the blue, earning looks of amusement from his coworkers and a scowl from Soichiro, "It's my treat, guys. Light, why don't you help me to carry everyone's orders?"

"Sure, Matsuda. Let's go."

Matsuda had always been the image of a fun and at times, naïve man, ever since he joined the police, but he had learned to be a bit bolder, especially when he wanted to help a friend, and he certainly considered Light one, thus it wasn't a surprise when he got in the middle of an argument to help him get out of the quarters for a few minutes.

When they stepped outside, Light was still shaking from anger, and the trembling of his hands didn't go unnoticed by Matsuda. "You wanna talk?" He tentatively asked, and Light shook his head. What was Light supposed to tell him? 'oh, it was nothing, just, you know, a fight with my ex, though we never dated, just fucked a few times, and he also wants to put me behind bars because, by the way, I'm the former Kira, nice to meet you'. No. That was not an option.

They arrived at the café, ordered Americano with cinnamon (Matsuda's idea) for everyone, and waited for the waitress to return with their order when Matsuda tried again, "You know, Light, I've known you for years, and I always admired how determined you are, and you are younger than any of us, and look at you," Light wasn't comfortable with the direction of this conversation, but didn't interrupt him. "What I'm trying to say is, I'm here listen to you if you need someone. I will do my best, and I promise not to judge you, so you don't need to be embarrassed about anything."

"Matsuda, I appreciate the concern, but I don't understand where all of this comes from."

"Well, Light, you and Ryuzaki where close when we were part of the Kira Task Force. It was amazing how well you two complemented each other. And now, it's like you two can't be in the same room. It's scary when you two fight without even fighting, you know what I mean."

Maybe they didn't give Matsuda the credit that he deserved, but he was quicker to notice things than the others. At least, he only knew half of the story.

"Matsuda, it's nothing. We just disagree all the time. He's stubborn and so am I. End of the story."

They got their orders, walked back to the headquarters. Light could feel Matsuda's eyes on him, and for once, was glad that they will have to spend the rest of the day with the others.

What Light didn't notice was the second pair of eyes focused on him.

Oooo

"Ryuzaki, you have a moment?" Soichiro Yagami interrupted L while he was inspecting the photographs of the two latest victims. The MO was like Kira's, but something was off about it. This new Kira didn't kill a mass of criminals around the world. And apparently, his preferred kind of victims were people that obtained a resolutive sentence, even when the evidence incriminated them.

L turned his attention to Soichiro, taking a piece of chocolate from a bowl of candies that he kept close while working. "Please, go ahead."

"It is about Light," Soichiro said, and L almost dropped his treat. "I appreciate that you could convince him to be a part of this investigation. Even with this new explosive character, he's just as valuable," L commented casually, but Soichiro stopped him with a shake of his head. "It's not about that, Ryuzaki. Listen, I know that you considered him a friend, and I am sure he did, too. But, whatever happened between you two, affected him."

L tilted his head, listening attentively to Soichiro's words. Could he know… "When you returned to London, and everything returned to calm, he made some drastic decisions. He broke up with Miss Amane. He put a barrier between him and his family, I'm lucky if I get the chance to talk to him outside of work. He is quite a solitary man, too into his job to do anything else. He looks bored, easily disinterested when something isn't an intellectual challenge to him. I look at my son, and sometimes, I see a stranger."

"I suggest you continue this conversation with Watari. He raised me, after all," L tried to cut him off, but Soichiro shook his head again, looking at L with a hard expression. "L, my son changed completely when you left. I don't know what it was, and I don't want to know, but for the sake of my son and this investigation, I am asking you not to repeat the same situation from five years ago."

L put down the piece of chocolate, his appetite fading for a moment. In a flat voice, he said "Light Yagami isn't a kid anymore, and I am glad that you are finally seeing him as who he really is. If I hadn't known you as I do, Deputy Director, I would've thought that your words are more like a threat."

"Take it as you wish, L. But I won't put this investigation before my son. I won't make that mistake again."

Ooooo

Light made it to his apartment past midnight. He was tired, dealing with Ryuzaki was becoming too much for him, but he never backed away. This was a challenge, and he wasn't about to give up now.

He removed his shoes and his tie and walked to the kitchen to get a bottle of water when something caught his eye. Or more exactly, something that was missing. Light, since he was younger, liked to protect his privacy, leaving little traps here and there, that would tell him if someone sneaked into his room. But now that he lived alone, he did it out of habit. So, when one of the three toothpicks that he had left on the counter that morning was missing, he instantly knew that someone had gotten into his house.

Light grabbed his phone and was about to dial L's number when a laugh that he knew so well, rang in his ears.

"Light-o! How many apples would you give me if I tell you what you want to know?"

"Ryuk, I don't care about L and his little games. You know exactly what I want."

"A dozen of apples and I give you a clue."

Light, who wasn't in the mood to put up with the Shinigami, huffed exasperatedly. "Ryuk, today's not a good time."

"Hyuk, not even for the old times? Fine, I'll take what you have, but you better buy more for next time," Ryuk floated the kitchen table, and took seven apples with him. "He's closer than you think. Just wait, and you'll see him." Without another word, Ryuk flew through the walls, leaving Light alone.

Light checked his watch and then "L, Ryuk the Shinigami said that Kira is close to us, and I quote, "wait and you'll see him". We have to go through the files again and find a connection with the victims and the task force." Light took off his shirt, went to his bedroom and flopped onto the bed. Five minutes later, he got a text from L. 'I need you here earlier. You can't just tell the others that a Shinigami has been visiting you. Think of a good excuse.'

With a groan, he buried his face on the pillows and threw his phone to the floor.

Ooooo

"Good morning, Light," Watari greeted the young man as he entered the main office on the Kira HQ. "Morning, Watari. Where's Ryuzaki?"

"He asked me to choose a neutral place to have this conversation with you, since this is strictly off the records, Please, follow me to the kitchen."

The kitchen was on one of the lower floors of the building, and for once, Light was glad that he wouldn't be stuck in the office with Ryuzaki. "Do you want some coffee? Tea?"

"Tea, please," Light sat on one of the bar stools, watching the old man moving around the kitchen. He knew that Watari was well informed of everything that transpired between L and him, but he was polite enough to avoid the topic.

Until now.

"Light, I know this is none of my business, but I would like to ask you something. Why did you accept working with L again?"

"He didn't give me another option."

"On the contrary, Light. He has given you plenty of opportunities to quit, and yet you're still here."

"Deputy Yagami wants me here."

"Didn't he threat you to replace you just yesterday?"

Light shifted in his seat, uncomfortably. Watari had a point, and he didn't know how to argue against it. "I… I want to know who's playing God this time." He finally accepted as Watari placed the mug of hot tea in front of him.

"I thought so," Watari retrieved from the oven a small chocolate cake with strawberries fresh baked. He cut a small piece for Light, who politely declined. "Tell me, Light, why haven't you stopped this new Kira?"

Light choked up, unused to Watari's sudden honesty. "I can't. I don't have the means," he offered as an explanation, hoping that would be enough for the old man. Watari raised an eyebrow and eyed him carefully. "Do you mean…?"

"Yes, Watari. The former Kira is as lost as the rest of us."

"Watari, give us a moment, please." L's voice startled both men. Watari nodded, leaving the kitchen. "What will be your excuse this time, Light?" L asked, cutting with a fork a small piece of the cake that Watari baked for him.

"I'm not sure. An anonymous source, maybe."

"No, that doesn't sound like you. Look for a coincidence between the victims and the police force, and if you find something, we'll share it with the others." L instructed Light, and he was about to stand up when L signaled with his hand to stop. "We aren't finished yet. Tell your Shinigami that I want to speak with him."

"That won't be possible, L."

"Then lend me a piece of your Death Note, so I can see him at least."

"L, it's more complicated than that."

"Why?"

"For starters, Ryuk isn't my Shinigami anymore."

Although the detective always wore a blank expression, this time, the surprise was evident on his face. "Then the Shinigami that is with you. I need to see it."

"L, I don't have a Shinigami," Light said, but it was clear that L wasn't quite grasping the meaning behind his words. It was time to tell him the truth. "The first Kira lost his god-like status when he gave up the ownership of the Death Note."

L's eyes widened, but he composed himself quickly. Sarcastically, he let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "There's no need to lie, Light. You can't expect me to believe that when I know how starved for power you are." Something dangerous flickered in Light's eyes as he stood up, that even L followed suit, taking a defensive posture. "I haven't told you a lie since you found out the truth. Whether you believe me or not, that's your problem."

"Where's Misa Amane?" L's sudden change of topic confused Light, and irritated, he answered, "I don't know. The gossip magazines can inform you better than me."

"Why did you break up with her?"

"I don't have to tell you."

"Yes, you have. There are no lies between us, am I wrong?"

"L, don't do this…"

"I can bring her here to questioning. You know, the theory of the second Kira was never officially dismissed."

"She… She deserved something better than what I put her though."

"That's generous of you. But I'm fairly sure there's something else."

"L…"

"Good morning, guys!" Matsuda chirped, interrupting both detectives. Light directed a forced smile to Matsuda before leaving to meet the others. L never took off his eyes from Light.

"Am I interrupting something?"

"No, Matsuda, you're right on time. Tell me, do you keep in touch with Miss Amane?"

"Misa Misa? Oh yes! She moved to South Korea after she and Light… Wait, why do you want to know?"

"I'm just curious. She was a joy to have around."

"Ah, right. You see, Misa Misa has become very popular. Her latest album…"

L internally groaned as he learned to never try to get mindless information from Matsuda ever again.

Ooooo

"Sir, you haven't slept well since the case began." Watari refilled L's mug of coffee and brought with him a plate with donuts and mini tartlets.

"When have I had a decent night of sleep?"

"You know what I meant. Try to sleep for more than three hours, please."

"Just let me review the security footage from Light's apartment, alright?"

"Would you mind if I stay with you for a while?" L couldn't help but smile at the sudden display of protectiveness from Watari, and immediately nodded, dragging a near chair so he could sit by his side.

"Light Yagami has matured over the years, hasn't he?" Watari asked out of the blue, fixing his cufflinks.

"It's funny that you mention it, Wammy. Did you and he have a good conversation?"

"Oh, yes Sir. Very insightful."

"Would you mind to share?"

"I would suggest you talk to him first."

L sighed, turning to look at Watari. "You sound like you're on his side. Should I be worried?"

"Not at all, Sir. You know where I stand."

L pushed the fast-forward button, skipping the hours where Light wasn't at home. "I suppose you trust him."

"I don't. But you trusted him with your life. I had to at least listen to what he had to say."

L leaned against his chair and Watari kept his eyes fixed on the monitor. "He's the first person to completely get your attention. And I apologize if I'm prying here, but I am sure you haven't forgotten him."

"The most prolific serial killer? Yes, it's hard to forget."

"Son, something changed when you got to know Light. And don't try to deny it, L. Remember, a father knows."

L closed his eyes. As L the detective, he could decide whether he followed Watari's advice or not. But as L the protégé, he could never ignore what his father figure had to say. "You're right, Wammy."

"L…"

"I know it's wrong to feel this way when he's the man I swore to bring to justice."

"L, look. -"

"But I've never found someone like him."

"Sir, please. -"

"And I thought the distance would help but. -"

"Look at the damn monitor!" Watari, uncharacteristically of him, raised his voice, and L almost fell off his seat. "Someone broke into Light's apartment, about an hour ago."

One of the monitors kept playing the scenes while the other was fast-forwarded to the current hour. The intruder had the nerve to still be there, and Light was tied to a chair, with his shirt open. He was also bleeding.

"I can't stay here, Watari. Call the others and send an ambulance to his address." L jumped out his chair, and in a hurry, took the keys of one of his cars and an old pair of sneakers. Watari grabbed the keys from L's hands, and before he could argue, he extracted from one of the drawers a revolver and handed it to L. "You're not going alone. Let's go."

Without another word, Watari stepped out the office, and L followed him.

Ooooo

An hour ago.

His apartment was in complete darkness when he returned. It was strange, the elevator and the hall were well illuminated. Maybe one of the bulbs had blown. But it had been a long day, so Light decided to wait until tomorrow morning.

The light of his bedroom was on, and he was convinced he had turned it off before leaving that morning. Odd. But upon opening the door, he spotted on the center of the room a wooden chair from his small dining table. He quickly tried to pull out his gun, but a hand on his wrist stopped him. Light had sharp reflexes, he could overpower whoever it was. However, he wasn't expecting the voice of a man whispering in his ear "Please, Kira. I don't want to hurt you."

Light didn't turn around, he was momentarily frozen. The attacker took advantage of this and grabbed his gun, dropping it away. He then placed a knife against his neck, and Light shivered unconsciously. "Now, please, sit in that chair." The man led Light to sit down and did a quick job tying up his wrist behind his back.

"Who are you?" Light asked, realizing how small his voice came out.

"Oh, I am a big admirer. I have worshipped you for years. And now that I finally meet you…" the man trailed off, leaning down to smell his neck. Light remained still, feeling creeps down his spine.

"You're mistaken." Light spoke quietly, mentally trying to plan something out to know the man's intentions.

"No, I am not. I know everything about you, Kira. Light Yagami, son of Deputy Director Yagami, top student, the youngest detective. But don't you worry, your biggest secret is safe with me." Light couldn't see the face of the man, partially obscured with a hoodie and a mask. But there was something familiar about his voice that he couldn't quite place.

"If you are so sure that I am Kira, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, because I couldn't wait to meet you. When Ryuk told me that he was the Shinigami who gave you the notebook, I was ecstatic. He didn't give me many details, but it wasn't hard to get the information when you know where to look." The man pressed down the sharp blade of his knife against Light's skin, cutting him on the left side of his neck. It wasn't a deep cut, but it was deep enough to draw blood. Light hissed and clenched his hands into fists.

"I am not Kira," Light insisted, looking around the room to try to find Ryuk. Could he be a traitor? What game was he playing?

"You don't have to lie, Kira. I know you were the prime suspect. The evidence wasn't conclusive, and with a deeper analysis, something that no one bothered to do after L's work, it was evident that Higuchi was a scapegoat." The way in which this man spoke, denoted a clear knowledge of the case, more than a simple fanatic. For once, Light was glad that his room was bugged, he could review the tape later. "You made me see justice in a different light," the man continued, "not like a woman with her eyes covered, but as a powerful being who saw everything, and punished those who deserved it. You made me want to be a part of your new world, and now that I was given the chance, I won't let you down."

With his knife, the man in the black hoodie drew a line on the other side of his neck, down his collarbone. It hurt, and Light could see more blood was running down his chest. For the first time in years, he was feeling scared. Light thrashed on his seat, trying to free himself, but the man grabbed a handful of his hair, stopping him. "You don't have to be afraid, Kira, I am here to give you back your power. To return you your memories. I want to kneel in front of you and treat you like the god you are. You're gorgeous, Kira. More beautiful in person." Without a second thought, the man leaned down, and licked on Light's neck, moaning in pleasure at the taste of his god's blood. He sucked hard at his pulse point and roamed his hands down Light's torso, and Light held back a whine, stiffening at the contact.

Never in his life, he had felt so powerless.

A winged figure appeared out of nowhere, but strangely, he wasn't laughing as he usually would. "Hey, sorry to interrupt but they're coming," Ryuk said, eyeing Light and then the current owner of the Death Note. The man stood up, and sighed, he pressed something into Light's bounded hands. He moved to stand in front of Light, and reverently, he leaned down kissing his feet. "I will see you again, Kira." He then rushed to the door. Ryuk remained behind, and before he could say something, Light snarled, "Get the fuck out of here." Without a word, Ryuk crossed the window, flying into the night, following the human owner of his Death Note.

Minutes later, someone kicked the door of his apartment open. Soft footsteps could be heard from outside the bedroom, and then a gasp. In front of him appeared L and tucked a gun on his back. He released his hands, and carefully, cradled his face in his hands. Light wanted to pull away, still revulsed after what that man did, but he found comfort in these cold fingers that were touching him so tenderly. He leaned into his touch and allowed himself to close his eyes.

He had missed this.

Different voices could be heard from outside the apartment, and rushed footsteps made their way toward the bedroom. That was how the Task Force found L kneeling in front of Light, as his thumbs made soothing circles over Light's cheeks.

"Son, are you okay? What happened?" Soichiro questioned, and as L stepped aside, by instinct, he hugged his son. Light didn't reject the contact, but didn't reciprocate the gesture, either.

"Someone broke into his apartment."

"How did you know that?"

"Because I put cameras and microphones in this place."

"Ryuzaki! That was a violation of Light's privacy, why would you. -"

"Dad, that man had been following me," Light intervened, "he wanted to give me this," he held up a simple and blank sheet. Soichiro examined it, and before he could ask, Light added, "That's a sheet from the Death Note."

The detectives turned to look at each other, confused expressions plastered on their faces. Aizawa was the first to speak. "We can be sure until we analyze it. Maybe we can find fingerprints or. - "Light shook his head. He hadn't moved his eyes from the same spot on the floor. "That will be fruitless, Aizawa. The man, whoever he was, knew about the case. He got information about me. He was a professional."

"So, he came here to threaten one of the members of the task force?" Mogi questioned, and this time, L shook his head, "he came here looking for Kira."

The room was silent after that, the only noise that could be heard was Watari's voice, instructing the paramedics to evaluate Light's wounds. The agents, L included, left the room, as the paramedics cleaned up the cuts. Luckily, the first cut was superficial. The second one needed a couple of stitches. They patched them up, and after a quick job, the left the apartment. Light didn't need to go to the hospital, so they recommended him to have a good night of sleep and some sedatives.

In the meantime, L instructed the detectives to return to their homes. It was useless to attempt to do any work at this hour, tomorrow, they would review the information that Light and the videos could provide.

"You can't stay here, it's not safe," Soichiro said, returning to Light's room.

"Your father is right. You should come with me. You can stay in one of the floors as long as you need."

"I would feel better if at least one agent stays in the building, too."

"I can stay tonight," Matsuda, who insisted on escort them back to the task force HQ, offered. L and Soichiro nodded at the same time.

"Let me help you pack your clothes and personal items." It was Watari's turn to speak, as he moved freely over Light's bedroom.

During the small exchange of words, Light didn't mutter a word. He was silent, his eyes unfocused. He didn't notice when his father had led him to the parking lot where his vehicle was waiting for him. He didn't ask why L insisted on going with them. And once they were in the task force building, he grabbed the suitcase that Watari prepared for him, and got into the lift, almost mechanically, pressed the button to the floor that he used to share with L five years ago.

L observed him the whole time, with his burrow furrowed, clearly concerned for Light. Rationally speaking, he knew that his behavior was a reaction after being overpowered by an unknown threat that he couldn't control. But deep inside, it hurt him to see Light recoil like that.

"L?" Soichiro interrupted his thoughts. L gazed at him over his shoulder. "Please, take care of him."

"I will. Watari, please take Matsuda to his room. I will be in my office if you need me."

Ooooo

He rewatched the footage from Light's apartment multiple times. L was furious, how could that bastard touch Light in the way he did? But more importantly, why couldn't he protect him? He was somewhat relieved that he got right on time before the attacker attempted something worse.

L was about to replay the video, but his mind was too clouded. The sweets and coffee didn't help him this time. He couldn't stay there knowing that Light was so close, especially not after what happened to him. Before he regretted it, he took the elevator to Light's floor.

He hadn't been on that floor since he left Japan for London. Too many memories were impregnated in that place, some of them were painful, others were…. Well, a kind of happiness he had never known before. He would rather forget them, though.

L crossed the small living room and stopped outside the bedroom door. He knocked a couple of times but didn't get a response. Carefully not to make a noise, he pushed open the door, expecting to see Light resting, but instead, he found him sitting on the bed, with his knees drawn up to his chest, and his face partially covered behind his forearms,

He ventured into the room, and stopped near the bed, shoving his hands into his front pockets. "How are you feeling, Light?"

"As if you care." Light replied hastily, ignoring L's concerned gaze.

"I was worried about you, Light. When I saw that man in your apartment, I…" L trailed off, hesitating, before speaking, "I was afraid to see something happening to you."

A wry smile appeared on Light's face as he lifted up his face to see L. "Wouldn't that make everything easier for you? With me dead, you. -"

"No, Light, don't even say that!" L prompted cut him off. "I don't want you dead." He examined Light closer, noticing his puffy, red eyes and dried tears. He had never seen him so vulnerable, so fragile. He didn't want to see Light like that. "Why are you so upset?" L asked, knowing that his question was stupid, but he wanted to understand him better.

Light shrugged off, refusing to look at L. They were in silence for a moment, but then he released a long breath. "I felt powerless, L. I couldn't defend myself. And I hated it. I couldn't do anything," his shoulders started to shake, and he pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes, "I wasn't in control, L! I didn't feel like Kira, and you have no idea how badly I wanted to have the notebook back. I was paralyzed, and that had never happened before. I felt so weak…"

"That wasn't your fault, Light."

"Yes, it was! If I hadn't given up the Death Note, this wouldn't have happened. That idiot of a Shinigami wouldn't have dropped his notebook again, and that crazy bastard wouldn't have. - "a strangled cry slipped through his lips, and L, at a loss of what to do, sat on the edge of the bed, extending his hand to touch Light, who unconsciously winced. "Why did you give Ryuk his notebook back?"

"Because you weren't here!" Light angrily snapped, and once that that simple sentence was out, couldn't stop the rest. "Because I couldn't create my perfect world when I didn't have you. Everything was dull, I was bored again. If I had lost interest in being the god of the new world, then why would I conserve it? And when I stopped for good, I thought that you might come back and… But it doesn't matter, does it?"

"Oh, Light…" in an impulse, L wrapped his arms around Light's shoulders. The younger detective buried his face in the crock of L's neck. It was strange to finally have the chance to hold Light like this, inhaling the fresh aroma of his hair, and brushing his lips on the crown of his head. After some minutes like that, Light seemed to be calmer. Then, L softly spoke, "You know why I couldn't come back."

"I know."

"That doesn't mean I didn't want to." At his words, Light lifted his head. They gazed into each other's eyes, and Light found something inside those dark orbs, something that he hadn't seen for a long time. L looked into Light's caramel eyes, and didn't find malice or anger, he only found Light, the same young man he had fallen for years ago.

Then, without a second thought, L leaned down, pressing his lips against Light's. He took him by surprise, but Light responded quickly, moving in time with L's persistent lips. L's slim fingers tangled in Light's hair, and Light's hands clutched his white shirt with both hands.

It was almost impossible not to get lost in that kiss after so long, not when they both were pouring their feelings in that simple gesture. For Light, it was like saying 'I'm sorry, please come back', and for L, he hoped that Light could understand that his feelings for him never changed.

Gently, L pushed Light back to the bed, without breaking the contact. His hands moved freely down the younger man's sides, evoking a soft moan from Light. L brushed his tongue lightly over Light's lips, and L parted his lips for him, inviting him in. His tongue ghosted against Light's, softly, enjoying the way he tasted, and how he reacted to him. He had missed the closeness, his warm, the sensuality of his body,

He had missed Light.

Their tongues laced together, and Light tried to savor this moment, aware that this won't happen again. But for tonight, he was glad he could have L with him.

L moved his lips from L's, kissing his cheeks, his eyelids, his nose, then down to his chin and nose, kissing him lovingly, as if those five years hadn't passed at all. He continued his path to Light's neck, and when his lips reached the purple mark that the obsessive fanatic put on Light, he stiffened, pushing him back. They looked at each other, panting, with lips red swollen from their kissing. Then, Light closed his eyes, and tilted his head, offering his neck to L. "Please…" he murmured, and L understood. His mouth latched onto Light's neck, sucking over the already bruised skin. He bit down, gently, then a bit harder, the skin flushing in his mouth. This was what Light wanted, to have L's mark on his skin.

Satisfied with his work, L peppered kisses on the pale column of his neck, and Light hummed, content. After a while, L pushed himself up with his forearms, smiling at Light. "You need to sleep," he whispered, brushing back Light's fringe, but he shook his head, sneaking his arms around L's back. "Please, stay," Light softly said, ignoring how small his voice sounded. "Just for tonight."

L moved then, rolling onto his side but keeping a hand draped over Light's middle. "Yeah, just for tonight."