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*WARNINGS*
This chapter has very mature adult content in it, as in yaoi, (boyxboy relations)
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Always Never the Same
It hadn't been important, at least not compared to the – now- twenty hours of sleep deprivation.
Matsuda had thought he'd found a lead. Well really, he had just turned on the tv at a ridiculous hour and found a news report of a man claiming to be Kira. However, had the idiot watched the news report to the end he would have discovered that the man had just lost at a drinking game. His dare of course, was to see how many Kira followers he could convince that he was the real thing. However, a drunk, half-naked teenager does not come off very convincing at all. All in all, it was a waste of time.
Light laid on his side of the bed, his back turned to L, as much as he hated leaving himself unguarded like that, he just couldn't look at, "The Worlds Three Greatest Detectives" now, not after that same detective had... had... He buried his face in his pillow.
It was quiet, abnormally so, he was surprised that L hadn't said anything since they left the task force. Actually he hadn't said anything when they were with the task force either. He would have assumed that the detective had been as surprised at his actions as Light had been, but L seemed to have gotten over it, which was more than could be said about Light.
Light lifted his head a few inches off the pillow and looked in the general direction the chain went. His eyes widened slightly when he saw L sitting at the end of their canopy bed, his back to him. Not just sitting, sitting normally, feet on the floor and everything. He just sat there and stared at his hands that rested in his lap.
Light narrowed his eyes, his shock replaced with anger. He didn't care what L did, as long as the detective stayed the hell away from him. However, it seemed L knew it was an unfixable situation as well.
"Light-kun." L said suddenly, he was still looking at his hands.
Light was silent.
L turned to look over his shoulder.
"You're staring at me again." He said emotionlessly.
Light gave him a haughty look, "Oh and I suppose that means I am fascinated with you, huh Ryuuzaki?"
L said nothing.
"When, really, it's you fascinated with me." Light continued.
L consulted the ceiling, "yes, it would seem so." His gaze slid back to Light's, "However, that does not make my statement untrue."
"Fuck your statements." Light bit back venomously.
"Light-kun, that was very unkind."
"You're an adult, I'm sure you can handle it." His glare would have rendered any other person speechless, but L shook it off like it was nothing, and moved more onto the bed crawling on his hands and knees like an animal. He looked up at Light, they were now only a few feet apart.
"I could say the same about you, Light-kun." L's ebony eyes looked deep into his, the insomniac's pale skin a stark contrast against them, even more to the contrast was his wild, messy ebony hair. He really did look like an animal.
L was smiling, cruelly even, if that was possible for him.
Light felt uncontrollable anger suddenly, something that burned him with hatred to his core. He was sick of always being near L, he was sick of being L's 'toy,' he was sick of never having a moment to himself, never being able to get the sleep he needed.
He was so tired, his mind had been assaulted all day, and now to have to deal with this. He couldn't think anymore, so he didn't think. He sat up and clenched his hand into a fist bringing it up to hit L straight in the face.
But something happened before he contacted. Maybe it was that his mind had fled into the shadows of his consciousness, or his overall exhaustion had taken over, or maybe it was something even deeper. Something his understanding would be unable to grasp. Forever even.
But his fist uncurled from its clenched position, and grabbed onto L's shirt, dragging the detective violently in one vicious movement...
To press him, with undeniable certainty, to his own lips.
Reality meant nothing all of a sudden, everything twisted and went point blank.
The only thing that existed at this moment was the desire that was very quickly spiralling out of control. L complied willingly, and their lips locked in an aggressive way, passion overrated; their need was born of a fight, not love.
L moved upward, bringing Light with him, so they both were on their knees. L's hands interwoven in Light's black tailored shirt, while Light's right hand grasped at the white material, his other hand weaving its way into L's ebony hair.
Ebony against ivory
Day against Night
Evil against Good
It was perfection.
Light pressed his lips against L's more feverishly, the other opening his mouth to allow Light's tongue to slip through the passage. Light met L's tongue with his own and petted it roughly causing tremors of pleasure to race down their spines.
L pulled back slightly to pull and bite hard at Light's bottom lip, hard enough to make Light gasp and possibly draw blood. Surely enough the metallic liquid made a slow lazy path down Light's chin, he darted his tongue out of his mouth and lapped gently at the liquid on his bottom lip, before claiming L's mouth again.
L suddenly went very still.
"Light-kun... we... cant..." he panted, trying to catch his breath and break away from the kiss at the same time.
Light was past thinking, for his hand suddenly loosened from the white material he had been gripping, and shot down to grab L roughly at his crotch. He could feel how hard he was, just begging to spring forth, escape from his denim prison.
The sudden touch caused L to gasp loudly, then moan immediately after. His breathing increased and his hands dug more roughly into Light's shirt, nails pressing painfully into the younger boy's upper arms.
"Say that again." Light dared, and roughly began to massage the area.
L arched his back, "Hn... god... Light...kun..."
"Yes, Ryuuzaki?" Light teased, his lips lowered to caress the tender skin at L's neck, causing the other to arch more forcibly into him.
"Don't...don't call me... that." He panted
"No? Why not?" Light's teeth grazed against his collar bone. L trembled.
"Call... me... L," he lifted a hand from Light's shirt and, using a thumb and forefinger, brought his face up so it was level with his, "tonight, please... just call me L."
Light's hand moved from L's hardness to his hip. He smirked, "Resorting to a different alias doesn't make me not a suspect, and you not a detective."
"It isn't an alias." L said, automatically, truth in every word, his ebony orbs watching Light's russet ones.
Whether the revelation of the secret had been on purpose or simply a mistake from the dangerous situation they were caught up in, Light didn't know. But he didn't care. He wasn't Kira, so he had no use for L's name.
He captured L's lips in his, causing his own to bleed again from the intense pressure, L froze up, for the second time, and tried to break the kiss. Light pulled away a surprised smirk on his face, "What? Don't like blood?"
Which wouldn't be a shocking revelation as one; most people didn't and, two; blood was nothing like sugar. Blood tasted of metal and sweat and bitterness, sugar was none of those things.
L shook his head. "No. it isn't that…" but he didn't get to finish, for Light pushed L violently to the bed, he didn't really care about his answer.
His mind was still fuzzy, thankfully, for there was no room for logic or reason here. It would destroy everything.
Light straddled L the same way he had straddled him earlier, and roughly unbuttoned his shirt, he ripped it at his wrist where the cuff caught, and tossed it to the floor.
He couldn't help but stare as he noticed L's broad shoulders, his upper body built more like Light himself; slim, taunt stomach, and abs clearly showing.
L smirked, "You seem surprised, Light-kun." L cocked his head to the side.
He was surprised, he couldn't believe that L had hid his physic so well, couldn't believe the power that radiated from his body. All he could do was press his hands against L's hard chest and slowly move them down, so he could feel every contour.
"I am," he admitted, "I mean… your…your…" he trailed off.
"Yeah," L answered him, "I know."
The implement didn't come across as cocky or self pleased, it came out weighted and tired sounding, as if Light had come across a horrible scar or something.
It was maddening to the senses, and hot to the touch. He couldn't stop himself from bringing his lips and making a trail of hot kisses down his stomach. It made L quiver with need, his hips bucked rather forcefully against Light, who bit his lip and briefly shut his eyes. Overwhelmed by the flood of pleasure that wracked through his body, and L hadn't even touched him yet.
The very thought caused him to harden more, if that was possible. He thought he might burst from all the pressure, sweat beaded on his forehead.
L felt Light's need, and began to hastily tear at his shirt, ripping the sleeve the same way he had L's.
L pulled Light down on top of him, bringing their bodies together. Light trembled, he had never been in a situation like this, a situation where he felt so out of control.
In a seemingly effortless motion, L flipped them, so he was on top. He rose before Light, and kept eye contact with him as he first undid Light's buckle, then the button, and the zipper. Light kept eye contact the whole time, his eyes wide. His body trembled with need, he desperately wished L would hurry up.
Making him stop didn't even cross his mind, for he really didn't have one right now, and if he did it certainly was not his right one. It seemed a cruel twist of fate that the moment he should need it the most, it should abandon him.
L had his pants down to his knees, and slipped them off, throwing them on the ground and going straight for Light's black silk, boxers. He gripped the waist band firmly and pulled them down in one quick motion.
Light's hard-on throbbed at the sudden exposure to air. L hesitated, then took him in his hands, and Light tensed against the bed, gripping desperately at the bed sheets. It was too much! He couldn't handle the blinding pleasure. The feel of L's hands on him. The way L was looking at him right now.
"God... L..." his breaths came in low shallow gasps.
L lowered his head, and his pink tongue darted to his tip, he barely grazed it, but Light thought he was going mad.
L brought his head back up, "you want this Light?" honorary forgotten.
"Yes." He breathed, "please, L……"
L nodded, and lowered his head again, this time taking Light fully into his mouth.
"Nyug…. Ahhh…." Light cried, he was blinded by the pleasure, the electric shocks tearing through him with relentless haste. It was maddening and Light truly could not remember his name any more, he could not have formed any coherent thought, even if he had wanted to.
L's tongue darted again and again over the tip. He sucked it softly, dipping his head and forcing more of Light's length into his mouth. L's tongue tortured him, and his teeth grazed over the veins which pulsed with the beat of his heart.
Consequently he didn't last very long. He grit his teeth when he felt himself tighten, and tighten, and tighten, then suddenly explode outward, and ecstasy like he had ever experienced, surge forth. His vision was white. His ears heard nothing, not even the sound of his loudly beating heart.
L was beyond himself, experiencing something he didn't know existed. He had never shared anything close to sexual with anyone, and didn't think he ever would. But here he was, giving Light oral. His own length was threatening to tear itself out of its restrains, as he had done nothing about it.
He felt himself lost to the ecstasy, lost to the heated moans that poured from Light's mouth.
To say L wasn't experienced was an understatement, yet somehow, he knew exactly what to do. It was as if a dormant, primal, instinct had taken over. If that was the case, he wasn't about to use logic to put it at rest.
He never thought of himself as homosexual, he never thought of himself as anything really, and it surprised him that he was.
Taking a glance at the younger man, who seemed beside himself with pleasure, he surmised it probably came as more of a shock to Light, because he had been with girls. That, and he was seen as the perfect example of a perfect teenager.
He felt Light tighten, groan, and shutter as he came in L's mouth, L hadn't prepared himself for this part and as such much of it dripped down his chin.
He rose up, to quickly cover Light with his body, pinning him beneath him. If Light's reaction after they had kissed was taken into account, L would probably not live long after this.
But L was a step ahead, he shed his pants, and finally let his erection spring from its confined prison. He gasped at the sensation before taking in the younger boy beneath him. Light had his eyes closed and was breathing heavily, his hands fisted in the blankets.
L then positioned himself before Light's entrance. Before anything else happened, L kissed Light hard on the mouth, then clamped his hands down hard on Light's upper shoulders, to make sure Light was in no position to get the upper hand.
If Light was going to kill him after this, he at least wanted to know what it felt like.
Moistening himself with spit and semen, he gently pushed against Light's entrance. The ring of muscle hindered his movements, and it took quite a bit of force before it gave way and he was able to slightly push in.
It was incredibly uncomfortable as he pushed deeper inside him.
Light's eyes flew open and he cried out underneath him, "Hn... Ahh... God. What... what are... you doing?!"
L met Light's terrified gaze briefly, then brought his lips to the boy's neck trailing kisses until he reached his ear. "I apologize, I know this hurts, but I know you can handle it." He whispered softly, then met Light's eyes again.
Light's eyes were wide, and trained on the detective, his mouth slightly agape.
L dropped his eyes and pressed his lips against Light's, then pushed himself deep into the boy. Light cried out, and L cried out himself, it was painfully tight. He slowly pulled out again to push back in, more forcefully this time. Light's body tensed underneath him. "You... need... you need to relax." L panted, trying to set a rhythm.
Light ignored him and struggled against his weight, which didn't make any difference, as Light was drained and L was much stronger than he seemed. He held Light in place with stupid ease.
Light fought him, his breathy gasps barely audible, "Stop... Ugh... God... stop..."
L met the boy's eyes again, he knew he was hurting Light, but stopping now would only cause more pain later. So he continued, but tried to distract Light by claiming the boy's mouth in a heated kiss.
Suddenly the tightness subsided a bit, when he hit something that caused Light to cry out against his mouth. Pleasure tore through L, and he hit the spot again, causing Light's eyes to cloud over and another cry to escape him.
L bit his lip, and thrust back into the boy several more times. Light began tilting his hips to meet the detective, gasps and moans emitting from him in rapid succession.
L felt Light's arousal swell against his taunt stomach. "Light…" he managed to gasp. Sweat slicked over the two of them, their bodies smashing together every time L buried himself deep into the younger man beneath him.
"L…" Light cried out his name, his back arching again. He griped the detective's shoulders and dug his nails in the skin, which went unnoticed by L as he was staring intently at Light's half lidded chocolate eyes.
"God… stop… I'm … I…" His cries filled the air around them, and L groaned with pleasure when he felt the hard cock pressed against his stomach tremble and pulse. Light screamed his release and L felt the hot semen hit him, becoming part of the sweat that dripped down his body.
L suddenly felt as if he lost himself, with the animalistic need that rose in him. His vision blotted out, a searing white taking over. He relentlessly began pounding into Light when he felt his cock tighten. Waves of pleasure surged though his body, as his orgasm built to an excruciating high. Then with one final thrust, he spilled himself inside of Light.
And it was over.
He collapsed on top of his Kira suspect. His vision still a searing white, and his breath hard and fast, not giving any indication of ever slowing again.
Light trembled underneath him, his own breathing coming in jagged gasps.
Their hearts pressed against the other, each pounding and sounding incredibly in sync.
But logic couldn't stay away forever, it could go to the store for a quart of milk, but it still had to return sometime. Twice as strong, and twice as unforgiving.
Wow! That was an intense chapter to write ^.^
Oh, a few things; I know this may seem rushed, but believe me that's the point. Also, boring dialogue bores me, so there will be very little of it, as anything said is only to move the plot forward. Um, other than that, I am trying really hard to keep them in character, and yet at the same time twist them to fit in my plot. Please let me know how I'm doing.
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