^.^ hey, sorry for the delay on this chapter, I tried to get it up earlier but my great grandfather passed away... expectedly. (he was 101!!!) Very strange going to a "happy" funeral.

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*WARNINGS*

as stated last chapter, this chapter will contain torture, as well as non-con. Oh... and it will seem pretty confusing and OOC

Beyond Bipolar

Over the next few days, it seemed that something in L had just turned off, whatever emotion he had found had been forgotten just as quickly. He showed no interest in Light what-so-ever, hardly even looked at him anymore. Their days were longer than usual and even though, Light had done nothing to render L's percentage higher, he treated him like he had. Once even almost calling him "Kira."

Everyone in the task-force, save for Matsuda, treated him like he had a mental disorder. He would find them giving him weird looks occasionally, like he was a hamster in a zoo. He ignored it as best as he could, doing only what he was told, by a now very strict L.

L made it obvious that they weren't friends anymore, he still used the prefix 'kun' but it seemed that was more for keeping up appearances. Their relationship now could only be described as Master and Slave.

Lately, ever since he had gotten released from the hospital, he had been having night terrors. He would violently awaken in a cold sweat, shaking and terrified yet having no recollection of any nightmare. This was the only time when L seemed to remember his existence, for Light would find him watching him with an emotion akin to amusement etched on his face.

All of that unsettled Light and sometimes he found himself unable to sleep, instead watching L trying to figure out what had caused the change in him so suddenly. Of course, L would always tell when he was awake, without even looking at him, and would tell him to go to sleep. Even when he would ignore the orders and move closer to L, the other would give him a glare that would pause any.

He couldn't believe that L had just changed his mind, but however impossible it seemed, it only got worse as the days went by. As the harsh rejection had crushed any chance for a second attempt, all he could do was blindly follow L's orders. Yet he knew, he would break under the pressure soon, there was no doubt about that. Yet at this moment, he knew his exhaustion had won over because L's hunched, form in the darkness, began blurring and fading, eventually disappearing all together as he drifted into a restless sleep.

It was late at night, and even though Light didn't know how late, he knew he was sleep deprived and that put him in a bad mood, even if it wasn't entirely the detective's fault. They had just entered their quarters, Light with a glare attached to his face, permanent now too it seemed, and L stoic and cold as was the norm now.

Light was furious, and he didn't try to hide it at all. He hated that L had reverted to the role he was originally suppose to play. He hated that he himself had changed. He hated the damn chain that kept them so close together. He hated himself. He hated L. Well, actually, he hated L because he loved L. He hated that L had rejected him. No one rejected him, he was Light Yagami! He would never admit it but his ego had suffered a tremendous blow.

This was it, he was so tired of the emotionless detective, when he knew, he knew L was capable of showing true emotion. He wanted to see that again, and would force it if necessary.

L unlocked the cuffs to allow them to change out of their clothes, and then, facing away from Light like he had before, he slipped a different shirt on, before taking his other off. Light made no move to take off his clothes, instead he went to the panel on the wall and expertly hacked into the system and shut off the cameras, then typed in a few more lines of code. He then picked up the hand cuffs that L had let fall to the floor then quickly and methodically put a special knot into the chain so the cuffs were locked only a foot apart.

L already had a different shirt on, this one also white but more baggy, his usual sleeping attire. He hadn't turned back to Light yet. He was in the process of taking off his pants, but must have heard the chain rattle as he held out his right wrist. Light smirked darkly and took a hold of it just as L was stepping out of his jeans. He snapped the right cuff on, then without warning, grabbed L's left wrist and snapped the other on too.

L still facing away from him froze up completely, his hands locked behind his back, the excess chain trailing to the floor. Light had knotted it so it would only tighten if the detective struggled. L turned slowly to face him, and Light was certain he saw a flash of fear in the detectives eyes before they went blank again.

"Yagami." He said in a warning tone.

Light only replied with a smirk, and loosened the tie at his neck.

"Dangerously high percentage, Yagami-kun." L did test his restraints then and Light noticed L's eyes widen slightly as they tightened.

"Times up." Light said, a dangerous look on his face, and his tie fell to the floor. He advanced on L and roughly grabbed his upper arms, and pushed him back forcing him to take steps until he was against the mattress edge. Light let go of one of L's upper arms and proceeded to unbutton his shirt.

"Yagami-kun, I should warn you that Watari is watching the cameras and police will be here in a few minutes."

"No, they won't." Light briefly released L's other arm so his shirt would fall to the floor. Then he roughly tossed L onto the bed, and followed after him climbing on top of the world's greatest detective . His face was inches away from L's and even though the detective was schooling his features he could tell L was scared.

"I overrode them –"

"Even more obvious tha—"

"All of them," Light smirked, "and it will display that there's problem with the server."

L went mute again, and bit his lip. His dilated black orbs gazed at Light with hardened emotion.

"I'm warning you to stop this now Light-kun."

"You want to pretend we're friends now!?!" Light shifted his weight so he was straddling the detective. "Now that I'm dominant over you?"

"Kira is not domin—"

SLAP!

Light backhanded him. Hard. Anger burned in his eyes. "Shut-up, L" He gritted out, his anger dangerously out of control.

L's eyes flashed with a hurt look, his gaze adverted from the angry teen. Light bathed in that emotion even though a tight coil of guilt settled in his stomach.

He ignored it and forced L's head to his own. Pressing their lips together angrily. He forced L into submission, biting on the other's lip so he would open his mouth in shock, Light took his chance and plunged in. He spilled all of his pent up frustration, anger, hate, and love, into the kiss. He held the detective's shoulders in a solid painful grip as he deepened the kiss. He released one shoulder to slide his hand down L's shirt to his boxer's and grab him roughly. Light smirked against his lips, when L cried out. He was hard. L was enjoying this.

Light broke the kiss to stare into the detective's eyes. They were angry, just like his, but also held that clouded look of passion he had seen weeks ago. He missed that look.

"You enjoy being taken by force, L?" Light's ego inflated at his statement.

L gave him a mocking look, "What, like you did?"

Light grit his teeth, his ego deflating just as fast. "Fuck you."

Laughter spilled from L's lips unexpectedly, "I don't think we'll be going that far, Light-kun."

A dark look crossed Light's eyes, "We will if I have anything to do with it." he said venomously.

"Well, I apologize Light-kun, but you don't, not anymore." With that he brought his hands -hand cuff free- from behind his back and violently shoved a shocked Light off him and to the floor. Light hit the floor hard, pain exploding in his stitched wrist and travelling up his arm. "Ahhh." Light cried in pain, gingerly going to cradle his throbbing wrist. However, L sprang onto him and held him securely under himself, the detective grasped both of the boy's wrists, ignoring the second protesting cry of pain, and twisted them behind his back. Heated metal was snapped against them, and within a minute Light found himself in his own trap.

L had uncharacteristically shut his eyes, his expression was unreadable as he sat straddling Light.

Light could only bring himself to utter one word, "How...?"

The detective smirked, "With the key, obviously."

"but... but... that was in the pocket of your jeans." Light defended, as if the realization would reverse the situation he was in.

"I moved it."

Oh, when he was shutting off the cameras, of course. What a stupid mistake. It was unlike Light to make such an amateur mistake, his ego took the damage once again.

"I think it's time you learned why I am the greatest detective in the world." L leaned in, his voice lowered to a whisper. ~

L opened his eyes and gazed at the boy underneath him thoroughly.

Light immediately noticed something eerily different about L, it was his eyes. They were... brown. It took Light a few seconds to realize his pupils had constricted. That had never happened. It was unnerving to see this L, to say the least, with his pupils the size of pin pricks. In the end though Light decided it didn't matter. So instead he switched to quietly contemplate his options, which didn't take long. There weren't any. At least not readily available, he needed to buy some time.

"You are the best detective because of your intelligence." He stated as coldly as his wavering voice would allow

"Certainly that isn't the only reason" His voice was colder than usual, which seemed impossible.

"I don't see why not."

L cocked his head to the side, "hmm" was all he said and climbed off Light then stood up, forcing Light to as well. "Come," L said and stood near their canopy bed.

Light grit his teeth in annoyance, "I'm not a dog –"

SLAP!

Light's head flew to the side violently, his vision burst with painful explosions and his skin burned. When his vision returned L was standing directly in front of him. "Oh, yes, one more thing. You may not speak unless I instruct you to."

Light smiled at this. Torture then, was that his plan? He knew after his 50 days in confinement that the detective was certainly capable in the solitary confinement area of it. L had never gotten physically involved. Besides the cameras would only stay off for another hour at most, L didn't have 50 days. His cheek burned and while he figured that, that counted as physical involvement he realized he had slapped L too. The detective was known for revenge.

"Also, you get no warnings."

"ha, that was a –"

SLAP!

Other cheek this time. Light was stunned into silence, his smirk wavering, but he wasn't scared of L. No that was ridiculous!

L violently grabbed him and turned him so he faced the bed, then forced Light to take the few steps to reach it. So far it had been practically the same as what he had done to L. he waited for the shove onto the bed. It never came.

"I must thank you, for you have made this very easy for me."

Light growled under his breath when L picked up the chain and got onto the bed, reaching with the chain to the metal frame of the canopy. He then tied the remaining 7 feet of chain so Light was forced to raise his arms above his head, and stand on his tip toes. This was abnormal even for the detective. Light fought down the bile of fear rising in his throat and tried to calm himself. There was a light directly behind Light on the ceiling and it shone on the detectives shirt while he was finishing the knot. The trapped boy focused on that, it seemed pure and calming. He felt slightly more relaxed until L focused those eyes on him again, however this time unshadowed and highly illuminated.

They were not brown, they were red. Light tensed at this realization even though he chided himself it didn't make a difference. So the freak of a detective had freaky colored eyes, big deal. But there was something animalistic and predatory about them. They reminded him of a killer.

Those eyes bore into his. "You are to stay here until I return." L told him.

"Like I have a cho-"

SLAP!

Then L left the room.

After recovering, Light decided he didn't like this red-eyed L, he was more weird than usual and he seemed cruel. Over time Light had thought of many descriptive words to describe the detective, but 'cruel' had never been one of them.

He hung there forever, his arms had long since gone numb and his wrists throbbed painfully. On top of all that he was shirtless and as a result, now quite cold. He shuddered, and upon the pain that shot through his arms, noted to not do that again.

The door opened as L returned, it was shut immediately and locked. Facing away from L he had no idea what he had gone to do, or brought back... Light shut his eyes and forced himself to calm down, however all he saw behind his eyelids were L's freakish red eyes.

Then cold pain hit him. His overworking mind was stunned into silence. He couldn't figure out what happened, there was a distant memory there... something about this seemed familiar. Coldness enveloped his body again, and he remembered. Water, ice cold water. He clenched his teeth, as it washed over him a third time, to stop from crying out.

He was panting now, in frigid pain more than anything, his skin felt so cold it burned and his heart beat so slow against his chest he thought it might stop.

L hadn't said a word through the whole thing so for him to speak suddenly made Light jump.

"Mmm, this is only to make what I'm about to do next hurt a lot more." He confided in the shivering boy.

Light couldn't stop the shudders that coursed through his body anymore. They escaped him, much like the calm he had possessed only moments before had.

Light squeezed his eyes shut but opened them a second later in surprised shock when he heard the sharp jingling of a chain. L moved into his vision again, having to climb on the bed to do so, and Light saw the cause of the sound. The detective was holding a chain, much thinner than the one that was used to connect them together, but still a metal chain none-the-less.

Light shuddered violently and stopped breathing, his eyes widened despite his best effort to remain impassive.

L gave a creepy smirk, his own eyes glittering with sadistic amusement. "You may speak." L's hold on the thin metal chain tightened slightly.

"You...you..." Light was at a loss as to what to say, "you won't." He finished, trying to appear composed. It failed miserably.

"You underestimated me." L said in that cold creepy voice again.

Light shook his head, water splaying to the sides. "No... we're friends... how could you...?"

"You want to pretend we're friends now?" L said mockingly, recalling Light's words from earlier. "Now? when I'm dominant over you?"

"L, this isn't funny!"

"Mmm I love it when you call me that." His expression changed rapidly from mocking to serious.

L changed his position to stand behind Light again. "You may scream."

"L! No-!"

LASH!

The metal whipped across Light's back, tearing through skin on contact. The boy's mind and body exploded in white hot agony, he unleashed a scream.

A second lash ripped across his back and he began sobbing. Pain filled tears dripped in succession down his face. "Stop... please." He begged, his only focus on ending the agony that had consumed him.

"Stop?" Hands slid in front of Light and thin fingers began undoing his pants. "Would you prefer I did something else?"

Light's eyes widened. "L...let me go...stop." he was panting from the pain, he could feel his warm blood drip down his frigid back.

L chuckled and his hands disappeared from Light's waist. Another lash was whipped across his back, and he felt his entire body give out, his weight now solely on his wrists. He didn't scream, his vocal cords were locked in place. This one had over lapped a previous one and his body shuddered in unrepressed agony.

His mind was on shut down so it only dimly registered when his legs were exposed to cold air. His boxers were discarded next. Something screamed at him to escape, get away, stop this, but it wasn't like he chose for this to happen.

"You are not to speak anymore, is that clear?"

Light nodded, numbness pleasantly enveloping his body.

Cold hands grasped his waist in a death grip, Light felt a pressure at his entrance. The numbness gave way to dread which mercilessly flooded through his being. No!

L pushed himself roughly into Light, the younger man let out a desperate cry, but didn't say anything as directed. The detective pounded into Light, each thrust causing the other's body to tense further. His jaw hurt from gritting his teeth to tightly together, his back burned with the lashing and his wrists were sending shooting pains up both arms. But none of that compared to the tearing violation. He felt sick, he felt dirty, and cold, and used.

The detective shuddered behind him as he came, his grip tightening even more, definitely bruising Lights hips. He let go as he pulled out.

Light trembled, tears dripped from his chin. "Why?" His abused voice asked thin air. There was no answer, and even if there was Light was too trapped in the pain to register it. "L…I…I…"

The binds that were holding him suddenly gave way and he fell to the hard ground on his abused back, falling into unconsciousness at the painful impact, but not before three last words escaped his lips;

"I love you"

L glanced at Light from time to time, it appeared he was having another night terror for Light's eyebrows kept furrowing and his jaw was clenching spastically.

L's eyes wandered back to his computer, when Light hadn't displayed any abnormalities for a few minutes. Then;

"No..."

L's eyes shot to Light, he had never spoken before.

Light mumbled something else he couldn't make out, so he closed his laptop quickly to cut out the noise of the processor.

"...how could you?"

L saw Light clench at the sheets, and toss his head to the side. The younger boy's expression was undeniably pained. L narrowed his eyes, focusing more intently on the other's face. It seemed rather strange for Light to start having nightmares now... unless...

"L..." it came out like a soft plead.

L's interest piqued at the mention of his name. Strange though... Light always called him 'Ryuuzaki.'

"L! No!" Light cried out. Desperation and agony evident in his voice.

L's expression froze in a look of horror, matching almost exactly the look of horror that was on Light's face. What is he dreaming about?

Sweat broke out on Light's face and L had half a mind to wake him up, to stop the suffering... but his interest stopped him. Besides, you weren't suppose to be able to feel pain in your dreams. Right?

"Stop...please..." Another plea.

A knot formed instantly in L's stomach... stop? But stop what? Was he...could he be...

"L..."

Could he be dreaming about... when we...we...

L bit his lip, his expression lost to sadness. So it was true, he really did hate it. But that didn't make any sense to the detective, Light had enjoyed it... he had become hard and...

L reached a pale hand and laid it against Light's cheek. The boy hadn't said anymore, however a shudder would escape him every few seconds and his face was still contorted in agony.

But then, it was also true, that Light had been locked up for fifty days, and then right after, chained to the detective. It made sense that Light needed release, it made sense that L was able to turn him on after all that time. Maybe even his own father could have.

Oh god...then does that make me...a rapist?

L shuddered with the thought, and brought his hand to Light's which he took gingerly in his own.

"Why?" Light spoke once again. This time, he seemed so weak and fragile, something he hadn't seen since Light had tried committing suicide. L turned Light's wrist over and gently ran his index finger across the fresh scar.

I'm so sorry Light.

"L...I...I..."

L leaned closer to the younger boy and brushed some stray hair off his face.

"I know. You hate me." The detective whispered in a pain choked voice, even though he knew Light wouldn't hear him.

The boy's face softened, as if he were peacefully sleeping again. His body relaxed with it, then he finished his sentence;

"I love you."

as I said, confusing. But bet you're glad that was just a dream eh?

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