Wow, I'm prolific! :D Two chapters less than a week apart. Anyway, I'll be gone for a week, so don't expect another quick update D:

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Death Note

Light couldn't help it. He had been confined here for over a week now. What did Ryuzaki expect him to do? He sighed and leaned back against the wall of the shower, letting the warm water run in translucent rivulets down his body. At last, he could relax…

…To an extent. The glass in the shower door was clear, and the open bathroom door afforded Ryuzaki a perfect view of his suspect. Light sighed once more, this time in exasperation, and turned his back on the raven-haired man who was watching him so intensely. A little too intensely.

"L."

"Ryuzaki."

"Ryuzaki?"

"Call me Ryuzaki."

"Oooo-kaaaay…" Light drew out the word skeptically. "Anyway, could you please stop staring? It's not really a comfortable thing."

L just blinked owlishly. "I'm sorry Light-kun, but it is necessary to observe you."

"Yeah, well you could observe me some other time!" Light shouted, gesturing wildly. He momentarily stopped talking as he lost his balance and had to clutch onto the wall for support, but then resumed his tirade. "Couldn't you at least put a censor bar or something?" He moved his hand back and forth at about waist level, indicating where the censor bar should be placed.

"As I stated before, I'm sorry. However, I need to observe all of you to insure that you are not reverting to your Kira state."

Light blinked. Opened his mouth. And blinked again. He gaped for several seconds, before finding the words he wanted. "You think that's how I'm killing people?"

L shrugged. "It is a possibility. We have not yet learned how Kira makes his kills." He stared pointedly at Light's midriff. "Unless, of course, you would care to show us."

"God, get the fuck away from me," Light growled, turning once again so that his backside was facing L. And what a nice ass it is, L thought appreciatively. Nononononono. No thinking thoughts like that about anyone. Especially not him.

Light sighed for what felt like the millionth time that day as he felt the detective's gaze return to his body. So he wants to watch, does he? If that's what he wants, then why don't I give him a show. Smirking slightly, Light turned around so that he was once again facing L, stretching his arms behind his head in a way that emphasized all the muscles in his torso and abdomen. From the way L's eyes were fixated on him, he was fully ready for blood to start pouring out of the man's nose. But this was L, and L had more control than that. It seems it will take more that just this to break him. But Light had all the time in the world, and not even the great detective L could resist his shameless flaunting for long.

He stepped carefully out of the shower, legs lifting gracefully, giving L a view of those perfectly toned calves, and up to other areas of Light's anatomy. He almost tried to cover himself up, but caught himself at the last moment, thinking, well there's a bad time to have my sense of decency kick in. Where were you these past months?

L's eyes hungrily traced Light's every move as he toweled his perfect hair, the detective marveling that the younger boy didn't even gel his hair. It must be something in the shampoo.

Light laughed silently to himself as the raven-haired man's gaze shifted momentarily to his head, then back to waist level. What was it about perfect hair that fascinated the man? Then again, he thought, what wasn't there to be fascinated by?

L stared unabashedly as Light moved seductively around the room, positively swaying his hips as he meandered over towards the dresser. He was trying to tease L, obviously. And damn, it was working. He noticed with a growing horror his increasingly tight pants. How could the boy be doing this to him? Think rationally, L told himself. The teen was undeniably hot. It must be the aesthetic aspect. I haven't seen anyone as delicious-looking as him for quite a— he stopped. Delicious-looking? L, you've gone off the deep end. Oh well. If he was already gone, might as well enjoy it while it lasted. He leaned back, watching Light shimmy into a pair of pants, then scowled as he remembered his own problem. Nice time to get a hard-on, with cause of said problem constantly in the room, and no real means of fixing it. Great. If he could just get Light to leave, he could deal with his other problem.

"Light-kun, I require several files from downstairs," he announced. Light looked surprised, but excited at the prospect of leaving the drab room.

"I thought I wasn't allowed out of here?" He said. It was a question really, not a statement.

"I am making an allowance, as Watari is out for the moment," L lied.

Light shrugged. "Sure. Give me the list of files, and I'll be back."

L named off several files and Light opened the door and walked towards the elevators, shutting the door after him. As soon as he was sure the boy wouldn't be back soon, L lay back. He had to do something about this, preferably discourage it, as dealing with it would be slightly messier. Hmm. Think about Watari. Watari naked. Oh, that's lovely. Watari naked with Roger. Okay, no. Misa. Watari with Misa.

L opened his eyes, horrified. What was he thinking? Shaking his head to get rid of the mental images, he noticed with satisfaction that his erection had disappeared. Although he wasn't sure if that was worth the horrible images branded to the insides of his eyelids. Closing his eyes, he slid down under the covers, hiding his face. It was a perfectly thing. It was simply the urge to reproduce, technically. But he didn't want to be normal. He had tried all his life to quell his emotions, and had succeeded—on the outside. All anyone ever saw of him was a blank façade, or perhaps a hint of annoyance. And most of the time, that was all there was on the inside too. But occasionally, the barrier he had built up in his heart faltered, and these strange feelings pushed through. Being around the boy seemed to cause them, oddly.

Speaking of the boy, there he was, standing in the doorway with a stack of folders in his hands. Seeing the slightly shaking lump in the covers, he dropped the paperwork and rushed to L's side, to find the older man curled up in his usual position despite the doctor's orders, thumb to lips, eyes squeezed shut to keep the tears from seeping out. They leaked out from beneath his eyelids anyway, running tracks down his pale face and pooling on his cheeks. Light pulled back his hand, unsure of what to do. He had never been comfortable around crying people, and to see the stoic L curled into a protective ball in front of him alarmed him even further.

"Ryuzaki?" He asked in a concerned tone, his warm sepia eyes widening as the man didn't respond, just shook his head slightly. "Is there something wrong? Does something hurt?" That was the only reason he could think of as to why the man was crying, from physical pain.

"I am fine, Light-kun," came the small voice from behind the detective's hand. "I believe, however, that there are several files I forgot to have you bring up."

Light frowned, placing a hand on L's shoulder, knowing that this was as far as the detective was going to let them touch. "That's a lie, and we both know it. What's really up?" He paused for a moment, realization striking his features. "Is it because of what I did earlier?"

L shook his head again, but Light just shot a disbelieving look towards his back. Helping L to sit up again, he bent down so they were on eye level. "What is it, L? If it's something that's going to affect the case, then I have to know about it," he said sternly.

At the use of his name, L looked up, blinking the tears out of his eyes. "Why did you call me L?"

"Because," Light said absently, hand still on the raven-haired man's shoulder. "I'm not going to comfort someone using his alias."

L stiffened. "I don't need comforting, Light-kun. I will be fine in a few moments."

"You probably will," Light agreed, "but it won't solve the problem, will it? If you keep bottling those feelings up, you'll go crazy."

L stared uncomprehendingly at Light. "I—I need to think," he said quietly, looking down. Light simply nodded, walking into the kitchen. L stared after him.

Maybe I should say something. I'm never going to find someone else I can tell anything. Why waste my only chance?

Ehh, I don't know. I'm not so happy with this chapter. Maybe I'll change it? And I know L seems a bit ooc here, but I'm building up to something. Don't worry!
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