I'm so so sorry everyone. I got way behind in the update for this. I was busy with school and my wattpad story. Please go check that out as well. Its called Release Us and the pen name is DuskheartAngel. Besides this little free promotion I just wanna say enjoy what you've been waiting for my lovely readers. Enjoy!

The next morning L sat stiffly, unsure how he should act around Light now. How much had Light drank exactly? And how much did he remember? He tore his gaze away from Light and back to his computer. Inevitably he felt his eyes draw back to the body beside him. Light was sleeping soundly, form relaxed against the bed sheets. He was still clothed, since L hadn't trusted himself to undress the teen, but his clothing was ruffled and unkempt. L gave a small smile before finally turning back to his work.

He worked in silence for almost twenty minutes until a small noise made him pause. He looked over at Light. The teen had turned over, his back to L, but he could still see the tension in his body that hadn't been there before. He set the laptop aside, turning to observe Light. He heard a soft gasp and crawled over to the teen, bending over him to look at his face. Light's features were drawn tight, muscles tensed to the point of pain. At least that's what it seemed like to L. "Light," he whispered, breath ghosting Light's face. The teen tensed, curling into himself defensively. Blinking his large, onyx eyes, he gently rested a hand on Light's shoulder, nuzzling his nose into the teen's neck soothingly. Instead of the positive reaction he expected, Light gave a soft whimper and flinched away in his sleep. L's expression saddened, understanding what the younger male was most likely dreaming of. He would have never allowed anyone else to see his emotions but Light...Light was different. Somehow he could allow it.

Gently laying down and spooning the teen, he cuddled the boy to him, murmuring random, gentle words to keep him calm. Eventually his breathing slowed and his body relaxed. Light shifted, rolling over and burying his face into L's chest. L watched him silently. 'He's adorable like this,' he thought. It wasn't Light's vulnerability that made him think that. It was how trusting and relaxed he was in this moment. He glanced over at the digital clock on the bedside table by Light's side of the bed. It read 3:35 AM and L inwardly cursed his inability to sleep, though it seemed being around Light had changed that slightly.

He jerked slightly when a hand touched his cheek and looked into Light's amber eyes. "You're awake," he said slowly.

"Yeah," Light whispered. His gaze and hand shifted from L's face to the man's neck. Gently he traced his fingers over the mark he'd left the night before. "I'm sorry," he murmured. L watched his face closely.

"It's fine," he replied, "It wasn't painful." Light glanced at his eyes before returning to the mark. L pulled his chin back up. "I said its fine."

"Its not," Light said lowly. He sighed and pulled away. His eyes fell to the bedspread, a guilty look on his face. "I was being an idiot." He shifted away, crossing his arms over his chest. His bangs shifted to cover his eyes. "I tend to act stupid when I'm drunk." He paused, giving a small, strained laugh. "I guess that's why people take advantage of me...though I suppose I deserve it." L grabbed his shoulders, making Light's head snap up in shock.
Before he could question it L slammed his mouth against Light's. The younger male gave in immediately, letting L's lips dominate and control his own. L shifted, running his hands down to Light's hips and drawing his body to him. He felt Light's form tremble against him but, despite his mind yelling at him to let the younger go, he found his arms pulling him closer. Finally though, when air became an issue, he pulled back. Light was panting, face red with a deep blush. He sank against him, still shaking slightly.

"Light?" L questioned, "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," the teen replied, "but...why so suddenly?"

"You were acting stupid," L said simply. Light looked up, confusion in his eyes. L stared back at him. "Don't say you deserved it ever again."

"Or what?" Light asked, tone mischievous.

"I may just have to never let you free from my side again."

"Who says I would complain." L scoffed, holding him tighter.

"I'm serious though. Don't ever say that again."

"Alright. I promise that I won't if you don't want me to."

"Thank you." Light smiled and leaned forward, pecking L's forehead with a gentle kiss. L paused, not quite sure what to do with Light giving affection. Instead he simply cleared his throat and asked, "What were you dreaming about?" Light froze, stiffening in L's arms.

"I'm not going to discuss this," Light said softly, "So stop asking." L wasn't happy with the answer but let the subject drop anyway. "I have to break up with Misa today," he commented randomly.

"I suppose so," L said, "And I should get up."

"I suppose so."

Yet, despite that conversation, neither got up for another twenty minutes and only did when Watari came to retrieve them.

L was working silently at his computer when a raging Misa came into the room. Light appeared only seconds later, rubbing a wicked looking red mark on his forehead. L glared at the blonde. If she had hit him he was going to lock her up. He'd unchained Light so he could talk to Misa and wasn't thrilled that he had such a mark from it.

"Misa wait," The teen said as he followed her. Matsuda and Soichiro, the only other people in the room, looked up at this. Misa barely acknowledged him and stalked toward L.

"This is your fault isn't it," She accused, pointing at him. L cocked his head.

"And how would this be my fault Misa-chan?" L asked. Misa flushed, planting her hands on her hips angrily.

"You corrupted him somehow," She snapped.

"Just what exactly are you suggesting Misa?" Soichiro asked, eyes narrowed angrily.

"There is no reason why Light wouldn't love me," she stated, "And you had him stuck to you this whole time. You screwed him up somehow."

"I assure you I did nothing of the sort," L said, a bored look on his face. Inside though he was seething. As if he would do anything to screw Light up. "Perhaps its your dull personality that drove him away."

"You must have done something," She argued, "You and those people who ra-"

"Shut up!" The loud command made both fall silent as heads snapped towards the source. Light stood there, hands clenched at his sides and shaking angrily. His eyes were burning with anger and hatred. L had never seen him look so angry before and, judging by the look on Soichiro's face, neither had his father. "Just shut the hell up Misa."

"Light what-?" She started but he cut her off.

"He has absolutely nothing to do with this," He said coldly, "I don't want to date you because I am not attracted to you, nor to any other girl for that matter." His mind seemed to finally catch up with his mouth as his eyes widened. He hadn't meant to say that.

"Light," said boy looked to his father warily, "Can we speak?"

"Of course," he replied. He followed his father out, though reluctantly, and Misa shifted uncomfortably.

"Soooo," she started, "He's...gay?" L nodded, still eying the hall where Light and his father had disappeared before turning back to his computer. "I'm just gonna go then." L didn't respond and waited until the door clicked shut. He felt Matsuda's eyes on him and turned.

"Are you and Light-like-together?" He asked. L just watched him and soon the older man turned away uncomfortably. Some time later he heard footsteps and Soichiro's voice greeting him.

"I'm going to head home for the day," the man said, "Have some time to cool my head."

"Please do," L said blandly, still watching the screen, "and take the weekend off as well." He glanced over his shoulder. "You as well Matsuda."

"Oh alright," Matsuda said in surprise, "I'll take off as well." The two males exited the suite, leaving the detective alone with his thoughts. After a few minutes he stood and went down the hallway Soichiro had taken Light down before. He peered in every room until he finally found Light in their bedroom, sitting on the bed with his hands clenched on his pant legs. His face was down, hair covering his face and expression. L stood silently in the doorway, watching him carefully.

"What happened Light?" The teen shook his head slightly.

"I can't," he said softly. A ragged breath escaped him. "He doesn't want to talk to me again," He choked out. L walked over to him, bending down to embrace him.

"I'm sorry," he said And for once he meant it. It wasn't just an empty gesture. He was actually sorry for Light's predicament. Light hugged him back, grabbing onto him as if he were a lifeline. Family was the most important thing to Light, and he no longer had that. "You can stay here until your father gets his head on straight."

"And what if he never does?" Light demanded, though without the usual fiery attitude, "Then what?"

"Then stay here," L said as if it were obvious, "You're welcome here." A short laugh escaped Light, strained and almost crazed.

"Yeah right," he said as he pulled back, "You think I'm a serial killer for god's sake!" L gripped his face and forced it up, seeing tears pool in those beautiful amber orbs. It made something in him crack.

"No," he said, revealing the secret he'd been keeping for a while now, "I don't. Not anymore at least." Light's eyes widened as tears finally spilled out. "Light?" he asked worriedly. Light just shook his head and pulled free from his hands. His head dropped so that he was staring at the floor.

"I just," he paused, thinking, "I wish I could believe that. It's just...you don't change your mind for no good reason. Especially not so suddenly."

"I've had a good reason for weeks," L commented without moving. Despite his calm tone he was slightly panicking inside. Would Light want to leave now that he was free? Would he regret having any involvement with himself?

"Then why keep me chained up?"

"To keep you around." The admission had popped out of his mouth before he could stop it and Light looked back to him, face shadowed by the darkness in the room. He looked lost and broken, similar to the time when he was in the hospital after the initial attack.

"Why?" the soft voice said. L stared at him. Why? Why would he not want the boy around? It hit him then just how infatuated with the younger male he had become.

He didn't know what to say so he instead leaned forward and pressed his lips to Light's. Light gave in, pushing back with almost desperation. L felt his body tingle slightly, and he tugged Light forward into his lap. Light pulled back at this, apprehension clear on his face. "Relax Light," he murmured, lips brushing against Light's as he spoke, "I'm not about to hurt you." Light seemed to believe him because his face softened and he relaxed into his gentle but firm hold. He could feel Light's hips shift over him to find a more comfortable position and resisted the urge to bite his lip. Light was so close, seated over his hips and so pliant. He felt Light softly kiss him and it only heated up from there. Their lips moved rapidly, almost frantic. L quickly darted his tongue out and felt Light part his lips for him, allowing him access to his mouth for the first time.

And how sweet it was to finally taste him. There was a subtle taste of something sweet, like some form of berry, on Light's tongue. It spurred him on more as he ravaged the poor teen who groaned into his mouth. He was happy that Light was being so compliant with him. After being around him so long this felt like a dream. He slid his hands down from their position on Light's back to his ass instead. At first Light seemed fine, but as L gently kneaded the flesh in his hands Light pulled back, resting his head on L's shoulder. "L," he whispered, "Just don't." L sighed but removed him hands. Light breathed out in relief and snuggled against him. "I'm sorry," he murmured, "Maybe someday but not today."

"If that's all you can offer," L said, feeling Light tense up, "Then I'm satisfied with it."