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Dancing with Fate
Light spent the next day attempting to come up with a plan to deny L of sugar. He thought of simply asking him, daring him to go without it, and while L was likely to rise to the challenge, he didn't want L prepared for a sugar withdrawal. Besides there were many things he could use to keep himself awake, like caffeine pills.
So Light was at a loss, he couldn't very well arrange anything with anybody, that was why he was on a six foot chain in the first place, L was looking for something suspicious.
Light leaned back in his chair pressing his hand to his forehead in frustration, a sigh escaping his slightly parted lips.
L glanced up from his work, "What's the matter, Light-kun?"
"Oh… nothing, just getting a headache." He replied waving the detective off.
"Would Light-kun, perhaps like to go to the washroom for painkillers?"
Lights eyes slightly widened at the offer, he stood up immediately, taking the time though to act as if he did have a headache.
"Yes, thankyou Ryuuzaki, I would like that."
L nodded, putting a password protect on his computer, before following Light to the bathroom.
It seemed every bathroom in the Head Quarters that L had designed, was properly stocked. Yet L and Light had taken the elevator to their room on the 20th floor. By habit if nothing else.
Light fumbled through the contents of the cupboard, pushing the first aid kit out of the way and going though bottles and bottles of medication, ranging from ibuprofen, to ah yes; caffeine pills. Light, slight at hand, slipped the caffeine pills into his pocket, but not before taking an ibuprofen out of the other bottle. To keep up the act he actually took the pill, swallowing it dry, as it was coated in sugar. Not enough sugar, however, to give L a sugar-rush, if Light succeeded in depriving the detective.
With the caffeine pills safely in his pocket, Light let L lead him out of the bathroom and back to their work desks. He wasn't too sure what he would do next, but he still felt like he had made some progress on his plan. If all else failed, he could always take them himself when the damn detective kept him working all night.
Light inwardly groaned when he saw who was waiting for him; Misa.
At seeing him, she put on a smile of utter delight, and clapped her hands, running to embrace him in a hug. "Oh! Light! I haven't seen you in so long!!!"
"Misa," Light broke her restraining hug and pushed her at arm's length, "it's only been a day."
"I know, but Misa misses her Light-kun so much!!!"
He sighed, and glanced at the pale, pale skinned male who was ignoring her completely, a look of pure disgust on his face. Light half-smiled, for he felt the same way but didn't show it. It seemed Light was a better actor than the detective.
No, Light thought, L obviously wanted his disgust known. He was doing it on purpose. Light looked to Misa again, who was waiting as patiently as a puppy whose owner had just come home.
She prattled on about nothing, "… so I told him I wouldn't work anymore unless he gave me something to eat that actually tasted good. Cause Light-kun you have no idea how gross healthy food is, but I'm a model, so you know I can't just ignore…."
Light nodded pseudo listening, Misa had followed him and L back to their desks and, of course, without wasting a second, L was already getting back to work.
Misa hadn't shut up since, "…so he did and I'm happy, because it's sweet and tastes so good… like the real thing…"
Light had logged back on to his own computer and was finishing the cross reference chart he had been working on.
"...and its sugar free!"
Light paused.
Sugar free
He glanced at L, who was still completely ignoring Misa.
"Misa, that's great." Light commented for the first time.
Misa nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes, I know and—"
Light cut her off, "Look, um, I know you are here a lot... and I know L only has foods that are... Well..." he took a breath, "So if you'd like, you could ask Watari to stock some of these items here, you know so you'll—"
"Oh! Light! Thankyou for caring about me!" she gasped throwing her arms around him.
He smirked to himself.
By the time L and Light had made it back to their quarters it was past midnight. Light had forgotten about his exhaustion though, as he opened the fridge to see that Watari had already followed out Misa's orders, as there were rows upon rows of all kinds of sweets, all labelled sugarfree
Light immediately took the labels off, not that L would have noticed, since it was Watari or Light himself providing L with treats.
L sat at the table, waiting for Light to do just that. He complied, setting down a slice of strawberry cake in front of L, who predictably picked up his fork and began eating it without a second thought.
As it was made with unprocessed cane sugar, it must have tasted the same, since L gave no signs of noticing a difference even when he was on his 3rd piece of cake. If there was a difference it would, undoubtedly, be L who noticed it.
There was no change in L that night, or the night after (Even though Light now had everything replaced, including sugar cubes.) He hated to admit that it was all thanks to Misa, who had, on her own, thrown out everything in their quarters that was not sugar free. He was also thankful she hadn't openly announced it, only mentioned it to Light as a passing thought; "You know, sugar is very unhealthy, therefore the changes I made are for the better."
Light knew better than to ask Misa any more about it in front of L, while the detective obviously had no intention of listening to her, he still might over hear something.
With that said, Light was very pleased with the changes she had made.
Except for right now; it was 3:00 in the morning, their latest night in a while. L hadn't sugar crashed yet, and he didn't know if he was going to. He reasoned that he had probably built up enough sugar in his blood to last a month. However unreasonable that actually was.
L led them up to their room, practically dragging Light behind him whose mind had shut down hours ago, he wasn't even able to walk straight. L had given up working when Light had refused to stay awake, continually falling asleep on his desk.
L was pissed off at Light's weakness, even if he knew it wasn't his fault. L stopped before the bed, and looked over at Light, his half lidded brown eyes displayed his tiredness to well. Light had stopped along with L, as if waiting for a command on what to do next, no longer able to process any information for himself.
More so than anything, L was angry with himself for being angry in the first place. He had noticed that over the past few days his emotions had strayed to lie just beneath the surface. As opposed to the tightly locked metal safe they usually remained in. It was frustrating, and frustrating that it was frustrating, because it was unlike him to feel so… human. He wasn't used to it, and he didn't like the vulnerable feeling that also came with it. At first he had thought this was one of Kira's abilities but, even to him, the percentage of that was incredibly low. He had a brief thought that it was the connection that was beginning to emerge between them. Although even he could lie to himself, because he discarded the thought immediately to replace it with one where the younger boy had slipped an aphrodisiac into his food.
"Light-kun, by the way." He paused, making sure Light was focused enough to hear him. He wasn't really, but there wasn't much he could do about that, he continued anyway, "I don't know what you did, but I would advise you not to do it again." His voice held an edge of anger, that seemed to go unnoticed by Light, for he numbly nodded, his eyes showing confusion more than anything.
He stayed rooted to the spot, and L had to actually walk over to him and take his hand, a shock of lightning passed over him in a wave, at the contact of Light's skin against his. L blinked and looked back at Light, taking his hand away, and the offer to help him with it.
Light practically collapsed to the floor in exhaustion, lying spread eagle on the floor before L. L felt a bolt of sympathy, but quickly drown it. He had woken Light up at an ungodly hour in the morning (for Light anyway) being 6:00, and they had been working until 3:00 the next morning.
L looked down at Light in puzzlement, he wasn't sure why he felt such a rush at touching Light. It was true that the two of them never touched, so that was probably it... it was just unusual.
Still... L's interest piqued, and before he knew it he found himself sitting in his normal position beside the sleeping Light. He knew he probably wasn't asleep, but was doing this more for dramatics sake.
L reached out a cautious hand and touched Light's cheek. A pang shot through his stomach at the contact, and he moved his chained hand to rest against Light's slowly beating heart.
The touch caused Light to momentarily open his eyes, he looked lazily at the detective before his eyes closed again of their own accord.
L was speechless, as he stared in dumbstruck awe at Light, the reaction his body gave him the third time, when his hand landed to caress the thin shirt that gave way to a slow heart beat, was shockingly out of place;
He felt heat rush to his groin, and his lose jeans suddenly become tight.
What happened next, was purely impulsive, a curiosity that had nestled its way into L's brain and would not be put to rest with mere logic. For truly, there was nothing logical about this;
Light opened his eyes.
L met them with his own, dilated to obsidian.
It wasn't something he meant to do, or thought he would ever do. But, L leaned in, and the moment their lips touched, everything shattered into millions of flashes of intangible reality. It was wrong. But he didn't pull away. Neither did Light. Instead pressing harder against the others lips, he relished in the firm density Light's lips represented.
L moved to position himself to straddle Light's stomach, effectively closing the distance between them, and pinning the younger man underneath him. With his palm still pressed against the younger boy's, now rapidly speeding up, heart. L's let his pink tongue dart out to softly slide against Light's bottom lip. Light moaned against L's mouth, which gave the detective unfathomable satisfaction to have the younger man respond to him that way.
The detective moved his non chained hand to firmly grasp the back of Light's neck, and press them more together, Light gasped against his mouth and L took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside. Their tongues touched and another moan, this one more heated, escaped Light.
L ground his hips into Light, a subconscious physical demand to be closer, L's hard on pressed uncomfortably against the stiff denim. He felt something though, through the fabric of Light's pants
A hard bulge that betrayed Light's own desperation.
The phone rang.
What happened next was as if time had slowed down to only allow a single frame to cross during the expanse of a second.
L pulled back. Light had gone rigid underneath him. Their eyes met. Lights burned with a silent scream.
The pain of the loud shrilling ring, scattered L's thoughts into meaningless non coherent shadows.
Time snapped, and sped forward with such velocity, almost in a process to catch up with itself.
Needless to say, L found himself violently pushed to the floor, and Light, furious and glaring at him with those intense russet brown, almost red, eyes.
L propped up on his elbows, could only stare with wide ebony orbs, as Light rose to standing in one fluid motion. With grace that L could only dream of.
The phone still rang.
Neither of them spoke.
Neither of them made any attempt to answer the phone.
It continued to ring in those frightful moments of the silence between them, like an alarm bringing them awake with frightful clarity from the fantasy world.
And now, upon awaking from such a dream, they found themselves faced with another reality.
What the hell now?
Light felt sick, physically ill, tiredness a distant memory. He wanted nothing more than to rewind the last few minutes of his life. Nothing more than to erase the feel of L's lips pressed so intensely to his own. To feel the heat pulsing from the detective's body, and his excitement pressed feverishly against his own. His own.
At the same time, he wanted nothing more than push L to the floor and vent his need.
To feverishly press those lips against his again.
No one had ever elected such a physical response in him before. His heart raced, and shivers of pleasure still raced up his spine. His mind was still partly clouded from the passionate haze that had settled over him in no time at all. Plus he was still painfully hard.
Just the fact, the cold hard shattering reality, that L had caused it, made him sick.
His body shuddered at the alien need rising in him.
He ignored it though, only able to glare at L in awkward silence.
He would have walked right out the door, not only of this, goddamned bedroom they shared, but out of the entire HQ building as well. Ignoring his body, his intellectual mind, wanted nothing more than to never see L again at this moment.
"Unlock us." His demand came through clenched teeth, his angry eyes bored into the frightened detective on the floor before him.
He lifted his wrist, the chain rattled slightly at the disturbance.
The phone gave one last ring and shut up; reminding them just how little time had passed.
L moved his gaze from Light's, and looked at the chain on his wrist as if noticing it for the first time.
"You know I can't do that, Light-kun." It came out as a plea, weak and quiet.
"Don't fuck with me, Ryuuzaki!" Light's voice held more than an edge of a threat.
"Light-kun…" L pleaded.
"No!" Light practically screamed, standing as far from L as the chain would allow. "Unlock us. Now! I only agreed to be chained to you to prove my innocence. I did not agree to this." He spat the words out with distaste. "That is not happening again!"
L looked at him innocently, seemly recovered from the shock he had displayed only moments before, his face replaced with his normal passive emotionless mask, "and why not? You obviously enjoyed it." He half gestured to Light's arousal.
Light stood frozen, teeth clenched, shaking in anger. He glared at the detective for a long moment, who had pulled the cell phone out of his pocket and was now checking the caller ID.
L looked back up, dismissing the seething anger radiating out of his suspect, "It's the task force," He stood up, "come, we are going to meet them downstairs, if they are calling this early, it must be important." L moved to the door, but paused turning to regard a seething Light with a second thought. "Light-kun will compose himself before we arrive."
And he did, but only on the surface. The well of emotions that threatened to tear him apart still surged through his body, tiredness not one of them. But the fact remained that Light Yagami, was a good actor.