Hey all, and sorry for the slow updates. I've had two concerts in a row, and more to come. This chapter isn't as long, but I won't be updating for a while, and I've already made you guys wait. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: Death Note does not belong to me

"You know, Ryuzaki," Light commented, watching L savor the last bits of his cake, "all this sugar can't be very good for your recovery."

L merely stuck his tongue out, showing Light a glob of frosting still resting on the tip. "And that's what I think of that," he stated.

Light sighed and turned back to his computer. The raven-haired man was so god damn annoying. How was anyone supposed to concentrate on anything when that under-rested panda man was sitting three feet away from them, staring at them with those strange grey eyes that sucked you into their unreadable depths?

"I'm, uh, going to get some water," the younger boy said hurriedly, scrambling out of bed as fast as he could. He had to get away from the detective. He didn't know how much longer he could take that stare. Not long, he decided.

But why did the man's stare bother him? Could it be how lifeless those eyes looked, so emotionless? But no, they weren't emotionless. They lit up whenever Light brought L a particularly delicious looking cake, and they glinted with mischief whenever he ordered Light to do things for him. So what was it? The man confused him, and Light was never confused. It was a new feeling, not being in control of the situation. Light wasn't sure if he liked it.

A voice from the bedroom brought him out of his contemplation. "Light-kun, I believe it is time for my shower."

Light rolled his eyes as he stepped back into the room. "We've discussed this before, Ryuzaki. You're not supposed to take showers."

"I know, I know, I can't get out of bed," L grumbled. "But I feel so unclean!"

"There's a first," Light muttered under his breath.

"What did you say, Light-kun?" L asked curiously.

"I was just wondering if there was another way," Light lied.

"There's always sponge baths," L suggested.

"Sponge baths?"

L raised an almost non-existent eyebrow. "Yes, Light-kun, sponge baths. Surely you have heard of them, where one uses a sponge to—"

"Well, yes, I know that, Ryuzaki," Light interrupted, sounding flustered, "but, what I want to know is, how would you do it? You can't clean your back and legs, not one-handed."

L put his thumb to his lip, apparently deep in thought. "Ah, that is a valid point, Light-kun. I had not thought of that. What does Light-kun propose I do?"

"Well, uh, I don't know, Ryuzaki. What do you think you should do?"

"It seems to me," L began, and Light could see the familiar glint in his eyes. "That as I am unable to wash myself, someone else should do it for me."

Light blinked. "I'll get Watari."

"Watari is out buying cake," L smirked.

"Well, then," Light said slowly, as if speaking to a small child, "you can wait until Watari retuns, no?"

L huffed. "Fine. But I feel so dirty, Yagami-kun!"

Yagami, Light thought as he continued to stare at the impatient detective. He's reverted to my last name, so he must want something. But what? Maybe—no. No, he wouldn't. Light shook his head in frustration. That's just the kind of thing he would do, isn't it. If I refuse, I'm Kira, and if I do it, then he gets to tease me the entire time. Damn.

"Alright, Ryuzaki," he said, resigned to these mind games. "But there are some rules." L cocked an eyebrow. "One, there will be a towel at all times." Light glared, daring the detective to challenge him.

"Two. Yagami-kun will be gentle."

"Three," Light continued, ignoring the man beside him, "you will not move around."

"Four, Yagami-kun will not do anything indecent while I am in his power," L stated calmly.

"Five, I—what? Eew, no, Ryuzaki!"

"Is Yagami-kun perhaps homophobic?" L asked innocently. "It would be understandable, considering the society he was brought up in, but I would expect that he would be a little more open minded—"

"No, no, it's nothing like that," Light hurriedly explained. "I have nothing wrong with gay people, it's just, me, with—with you, and, and…"

"I see." L looked at the furiously blushing boy. "I assure Light-kun that I will do nothing to provoke his teenage hormones."

"I'm not a teenager," Light pouted, noting that L had returned to 'Light-kun'. "And besides, if you did anything to my hormones, which you don't, I would have… I would have done something by now," he finished lamely, aware that L was staring at him with a new interest.

"Perhaps…" the older man murmured, thumb once again at his lips.

"Your, uh, your sponge bath, Ryuzaki," Light said nervously.

"Oh! Yes, I'm sorry, Light-kun, do you wish to get on with it?"

Light blinked and hurried out of the room to find a sponge.

--

"You're done," Light said, stepping back from the man who lay sprawled across the floor, towel hitched almost seductively over one leg.

"Really? I don't feel done…" L mused. "There are parts of me that are still dry, Light-kun."

Light blushed. "Yes, well, I'm not… I don't want to clean those areas."

"Is there a problem, Light-kun? I believe you have seen me naked before."

"W-well, yes, but…" But I never had to touch you.

"Then I believe Light-kun will have no difficulties." He began to slide the towel down his hips, causing Light's eyes to widen as the teenage took an involuntary step back.

"I—I," Light stammered, his throat suddenly dry. "I really don't think—" He was silenced by a glare from L. Sighing, he bent down and began to gingerly wash the detective.

"I see Light-kun is uncomfortable here," L commented. "Which is a pity, because the front of me is still not clean."

Light's eyes narrowed, and he tossed the sponge onto L's back. "Clean it yourself," he muttered, embarrassed, and walked stiffly out of the room, leaving L stranded on the floor, stark naked.

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Approximately ten minutes later, Watari, returning from the bakery, heard a shrill scream from his master's bedroom that sounded suspiciously like the voice of Soichiro Yagami.

Arriving at the source of the noise, the startled butler found the NPA chief staring in abject horror at the scene before him: L, still lying in his position on the floor, head resting on his jeans, hidden only the shirt that lay across his thighs. Light's shirt.

"I can see why Light-kun would be reluctant to reveal his sexual preferences to you, Yagami-san," he remarked conversationally. "Ah, Watari. Could you help me up? This is fairly uncomfortable."

:D Poor Light. But never fear, he will finally realize why he's so embarrassed in about... next chapter.