A/N: Got around to updating, didn't want 'Lolz' to be pissed at me! This is the halloween chapter. I'll probably write three more short chapters and then this'll be done.
Anniversary
Halloween. It was a time for costumes and masks, for pumpkins and candy. It was a heathen holiday that had claimed its place in the respectable calendar and then contorted itself into a caricature of horror; moulded plastic monsters were peeled back to reveal gap-toothed little innocents hungry for excess. As cheerful as cherubs they skipped down the dark street through wisps of Crete paper and rubber bats on strings. Baring fake fangs and brandishing false claws they bore all the pageantry of the grotesque with they rang at doorbells and chimed out their devious little incantation.
The most expensive apartments have security though, beautiful little keypads and electronic doors. Light Yagami looks down upon the distant streets through wide smoked windows. He looks down upon the children and all the games of the season. He is alone in his apartment; his own little pageantry, his own disguise. A malformed isolation with a twisted smile, he smoothes his hair and wanders away from the glass.
His home is decorated modestly for this season, just in warm velvet of the right colours, and candles and candy. He sips wine, expensive wine from pretty sculpted glass. He hangs his arm down and his fingers trail along the side of the wall. Into the bedroom.
Here the room is lit by candles, a beautiful atmosphere, he sets down his glass upon the window sill and the bottle beside it. To the left; a big glass bowl of sweets. He absent-mindedly runs his fingers through the brightly-coloured confectionary. He bought them because it is custom and Light observes all custom, all politeness, all of society's little rules. There are no children here. However he feared that someone might visit him, a work colleague, an odd acquaintance. No one had ventured out though; the pains which Light had taken carefully and subtly over the last few months had reaped a rich harvest. He had cut everyone away neatly, close the blade to the skin.
It became late and Light brought the red velvet curtains together and slid the silk of his shirt down his back. Alone, he undressed and Lay in his bed. He had his red eyeballs open in the low light, a finger curled and twisted in his lips, he embraced his madness.
He wrapped the sheets around his naked flesh, arched his back and sighed, wide eyes then fluttering, a swift cyclone in his brain, he turned and curled up into a hot red oblivion.
It has many months since it began now, the time has run red rings around Light's crazed eyes; intersecting circles, ever decreasing spirals. Such red, mad eyes. Such wide bloody eyes. His skin is a little pale, the sockets a little hollow. A soft chuckle rattles against the windowpane, beloved, a hot sweet mixture; malice melts into obscene adoration. Beloved, now.
There are secrets that Light does not know. So fond of custom but he does not consult the calendar, he does not observe the myths. Names and faces, names, they are not the core secrets. It is all time and date that matters. There was one who knew that before Light, how ironic, but that thought is not there, not now, a soft purpose manifests. Love, now…
The glass mists, breath upon the window, softly, gradually. Then, in this condensation, the hot shape of one palm, pressed up against the glass. Another follows, the flesh hard against the smooth surface. He hangs in the wind as it blows all about.
He can see his own reflection in the windowpane. The black eyes, the black hair, the white skin. L smiles, his own eyes glittering at the corresponding apparition before him. His smile breaks wide in delirium, in ecstasy, in pure complete open mind and knowledge and feeling.
Tonight, his secret, all the lines are crossed, it is midnight, it is Halloween, it is birth, it is death it is all round full circle it is all here and cut and his fingers twist open the latch, It is beyond birthday.
Incarnation!
L stepped into the room, his bare feet upon the floor, his toes curling at the rich soft carpet. He leans back, his lean form warmed by the moonlight. He stood with the night behind him, his head lowered, his curious eyes upon the young man upon the bed.
Light stirs gradually, his eyes fluttering, from in-between the sheets, he can see the softest, deftest of movement. He raises his eyes to find the slight disturbance, the shuddering in the air, to rest upon smooth white shoulders tilted, an inclined white neck, soft black hair, half concealed eyes cast to one side while slowly, carefully, long white fingers drew up a yellow-wrapped sweet.
The fingers twisted the wrapper. The sound crackled.
The sheets slid down, Light's shoulders locked, his eyes fixed.
L's eyes flickered to him, bright, black intelligent. Slowly, slowly the fingers raised the piece of candy upwards, up to quivering lips, before pushing it past them to meet a curling tongue. The lips met, the mouth satisfied. L's eyes, half-lidded rest on Light with warmth, a smile spreads across those lips.
He walks slowly across the room, Light watches every swift movement of regular limbs, of lean taught muscle. The soft movement of silky black hair.
Then he is there, leaning over Light, his hair hanging down, his black eyes close. He reaches out carefully, smooth deliberate movement, to press his hand to Light's cheek. Warm flesh meets warm flesh. Light's breath is stolen. His lips tremble. L smiles softly then, his eyelashes fluttered and he leant down to make their lips meet.
With his eyes closed Light felt the warmth and weight of L's lips, the sweet reality of his kiss.
The bed moaned under the weight of another as L climbed on top of Light. Light could feel L's warm breath on his face, the other man's forehead pressed against his own, his hair pressed against his skin, his nose just touching his cheek.
True flesh and yet more than normal flesh. The ghost kisses him and his mouth is all hot and warm and wet, just as it should be, as it should be. Light moans softly wrapping his arms tightly around the other man. L, L, L…
Trance-like, in tenderness and passion, Light runs his hands over the hot flesh, the warm skin. He touches and kisses while a warm blush runs over L. His skin is sensitive, white and new. Temporary and immaculate. He shudders where the tips of Light's fingers tickle him.
'This isn't real,' he thinks, it can't be, even while he feels L's lips across his bare chest, as he feels the breath and the hot tangible skin. It is real though, that is the facts, there is no ghost here, there is no madness, there is just the man whom he has held all his obsessions and thrown all his cards. The man he has murdered, resurrect, erect, and now sweetly beginning to make love to him.
Light feels the man's hands pushing him down roughly and stares up into L's wide black eyes and as he does so he feels the room shake and then he is back in his own open confinement, there is the chain and he sees L beside him as they were and are and always will be. And L is on him, L is fucking him now, and it is real, it's far too real.
It is breaking Light.
The room, the world becomes but a distortion and it all becomes the past and Light believes it is the past. The dark room is headquarters. This room is the room they shared. The time since L's death never past. L is not dead, no, he isn't he can't be, he is here, 'he is fucking me.'
It is breaking Light.
He is quite mad. And he is quite delirious. L gasps on top of him, his skin glistens with sweat, it is wet and warm and Light can feel it across his thighs and stomach while the other man moves against him, swift powerful thrusts. He reaches up to tangle his fingers in L's hair and moans.
Then there is just the rhythm and the true madness where Light becomes lost in that sick, unearthly pleasure. Then in that blur, comes the climax and Light feels the other warm, fleshy body shudder with him as feels himself cum. His fingers tremble and he whimpers, his voice hidden by his visitor's panting. His visitation's panting. L lowers him down while Light lies limply like a rag doll.
Light is weak and lifeless upon the bed, his head turned away to one side upon the pillow, the black-eyed man stares at him a while, running his fingertips over the man's skin. Light's eyes are closed, he lies still and breathes shallow breaths. L brushes aside a strand of wet hair and then rises from the bed to cross the room.
No hesitation, no uncertainty this time; he curls his fleshy fingers around the candy dish and raises it up. His glee spills over into a giggle, pure exaltation. He moves back to the bed, his white skin shining in the moonlight, and sits back down upon it.
Turning back to Light he unwraps a sweet and presses into his mouth. Anouther sound of pure delight. The pleasures of the flesh; how one could miss them. He leant over Light while he sucked, observing curiously how the man had curled in upon himself slightly.
"What about the cameras?" Lights voice wavered, weakly. L titled his head, his eyes surprised. Light shuddered and pressed his fingers in upon his wrist where the handcuffs should be.
L placed the dish down to the other side of him, settled amongst the sheets and then reached over to wrap his arms around his Light, cuddling up close to him. He stroked the boy's hair and ran his hands over his arms and chest. They lay together, in the hallowed night's embrace.
A/N: When I say 'It is beyond birthday' that refers to the fact that Halloween is L's birthday. It seemed like a cool reference but BB has nothing to do with this story, thought I'd better make that clear! The whole secret behind L being able to become manifest on Halloween is the double power of it being the festival of the dead and his birthday falling on it. This means he can re-incarnate for the night and indulge in physical pleasures! ;D
Light starts to lose it though and gets confused about where he even is! He'll be...better though by the next chapter.