*Sigh* So this wasn't even supposed to exist but hey, it happens when your best friend is an asshole :P thank you so much for the feedback everybody! I'm not too sure where exactly I'm going to take this... but I'm having fun writing it :3
Yes, this is LightXL and yes, they are both male and NO, I do not care if someone thinks that's wrong - they're meant to be so fuck off!
Not quite a lemon in this chapter, but fairly sour if I do say so myself!
~Selene
"Mmmm...damn...did you sleep at all?" Light's voice was brittle and drowsy from slumber, I peered down at him sceptically. Sleep was not a utensil that I required, even if I had wanted to it would not have been at all possible. "You're an insomniac!" Light groaned, lowering his face down to my torso once more, his eyelashes fluttered delicately in their wakefulness and tickled my skin.
"You have one more hour." I warned quietly, blinking down at the wildly twisted locks of auburn hair splayed across my chest. Light had slept for four hours and fifteen minutes, I knew that he would also want to shower when he roused entirely from sleep, once that was finished he would take exactly twenty minutes to dress. If all went smoothly, we should be able to return to researching before 6:00am, by that time the others would begin to arrive.
Light hummed softly, "An hour?" I opened my mouth to remind him that he was only wasting his dwindling resting time by conversing with me, when a damp and hot flick of a tongue stifled my sentence. I bit down on my thumb and lifted my other hand to grasp at his tortured mane.
"Nghn!" I hissed despite myself, "N-no Light." He proceeded to raise himself onto his elbows, sleepy brown eyes gazing at me from beneath the ordeal that was his dishevelled hair. Light tilted his head to better incline himself into my touch, his eyes narrowing defiantly.
I had not yet assessed the damage in completeness, though I was 99% certain that I was bruised in several places. I was not particularly experiencing any anguish; in fact I believe I am in quite wondrous condition after the three bouts of intercourse that had been the result of our confrontation last night. It had not been my most brilliant choice of action however, due to the fact that I felt more deeply attached to Light than I had even yesterday.
This was most definitely problematic since I knew Light was only just unveiling the beginning of his performance. I could not risk becoming any more emotionally dependant on him. Especially now, because if I knew this bedroom was only a stage, then Light too was aware that I had this knowledge. The fact that I had played into his hands last night only gave him more power, no matter how many times he denied that he was Kira.
He was moving toward me now. As he crept closer, I could see the dark crimson of his lips. I doubted anyone would notice, though they still appeared to stand out against his tanned skin much more than usual. If I accepted his oncoming kiss would he take it as an invitation? I could reject him, though I would only be bluffing. Truthfully if he pressured me now while I was in this state, Light would most certainly have his way.
I turned my face away in a panic, raising a knee so that he would be forced to abandon the gesture. Light grinned, sitting back on his haunches, russet eyes widening a fraction when he laid eyes on me. I followed his gaze and sighed at the unmistakable marks that littered my skin.
Damn it. I counted two other red distortions – one on the deep pelvic V leading down to my legs, the other on my stomach: Hickies. The urge to kick Light's face roiled in my gut as I noticed the bruises on my hips and the ostentatious smirk on his swollen lips.
"An hour." He repeated and I glared at him resentfully. Regardless, my heart launched into an erratic dance as he began to sink down from his position, I gave a cautionary grumble though the sound broke off in my throat when his hands slid to the underside of my thighs. "Can you last that long, L?" He mused tauntingly, parting my legs.
I felt the rushing heat of my blood circulating in the wrong direction. "If you refuse to take this seriously," I said through my teeth, "I will kick you." Light shook his head, snarls of his hair swaying in the motion as he ducked downward.
"Light!" I sat up completely from my comfortable slouching position on the headboard. I became fully aware of the damage of last night's events once I moved, the ache in my hips erupted without warning. I knew how strong my body was and was certain that this well-deserved physical grief would be tolerable. Logically, I should have expected that some degree of suffering would be undertaken. I panted sharply, reaching down to grab the blouse wrinkled and hanging messily from his flexing shoulders. "I...I don't want–"
Light drew back a little. A boiling sensation rose to my face when I noticed the silvery spool of saliva, which sustained the connection of the head of my cock and the engorged curves of his mouth. "Don't lie." He reprimanded arrogantly, crimson lips parting once again to close around me.
Withholding my groans, I dug my stubby nails into his back and glowered when his amused eyes rolled up to stare at me naively. Again he withdrew, a slender tongue sliding out to run feverishly around his mouth. "I'm sorry." He spoke softly, adding to the facade. "If you really want me to stop, I will."
I growled angrily, seizing a handful of his tresses and driving him back down. Light chuckled exultantly around me, the vibrations were incredible – I could feel the fascinating tremors in my spine.
I refused to turn away however. I knew he was testing me, another of his sick experiments to see how much dominance he could exert. And Light rebelliously stared back at me, russet eyes no longer mocking me with their fabricated purity.
His tongue swirled magnificently each time his head lifted, his teeth dragging harshly each time he descended. It was a splendid feeling: Light's mouth around me, though he did not do this often.
Light never took a challenge he knew he stood no chance of winning, and though he gave a valiant effort, he could not take me in entirety. It was my victory since I had entered this relationship with no sexual experience. It wounded Light's ego far more than I knew he would ever profess, which aggravated him all the more. Still, it was curious that he continued to engage despite that fact. Light was indeed far more conceited than any other man I had ever observed; it was aberrant that he would put his pride aside for the sake of my pleasure.
Control your breathing, I told myself, I mustn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me come apart. Light's eyes taunted me, it was remarkable that even without voicing it, Light could express his tenacity. He moaned exaggeratedly, trying to further obscure my focus. Knots began to form deep within my stomach, churning wildly as Light moved.
"Ahhh...!" I rasped, tightening my hold on his hair. Light watched me fiercely, calculating brown eyes intent on my face as he lead me to the door of climax for a fourth time.
Slender, smooth hands softly pushed my knees further apart so that he might be able to sink deeper. My toes curled into the muddled bed sheets when Light sucked a little harder, his tongue moving a little faster, teeth scraping sharply. Pale fingers releasing his mane, I collapsed onto the mattress and the handcuffs clattered when I reached up to clutch the pillows.
Bracing a palm on my hip, Light ensured that I could not rock my hips. His wicked brown eyes flickered up once more before fluttering closed. One final time he descended smoothly as far as his throat would allow.
Writhing violently on the mattress I yanked a pillow over my face to muffle the cry of completeness that inevitably came roaring from my lips. Moments later a horrid shiver passed through me as an unwanted, though expected, coldness enveloped my member.
Light pulled the feathery cushion from my trembling hands, his palms resting flatly on either side of my lulling head. He swallowed dramatically, that deliciously deceptive pink appendage darting out from between his lips.
It is such an ordinary and unassuming action: to lick one's lips. Yet it made my body seize in a near-painful bliss.
"Mmm.." Light sighed thoughtfully. "I win this time, L."
I frowned, prying my knee between our bodies and propelling Light off with my foot. With a startled cry, Light fell backwards off the bed, taking the majority of bedding with him. I gasped as the chain of the handcuffs snapped and wrenched me up from my spent position.
With the duvet atop him, Light lay sprawled and groaning on his back. Equally spread between the mattress and the floor, I caught myself with my left forearm. My captured wrist stretched out before me, fingers dangling as a result of Light's distance.
"Hmmm..." I grumbled in the newly intensified silence. "That really hurt."
Light coughed out an angry chuckle, propping himself up on his elbows to glare ferociously. "You're an idiot."
We sat wordlessly like that for a great length of time. I awaited Light's equally volatile reaction, I suspected that he would at least make an attempt to strike me. Our styles were different, but not dissimilar in strength. However being buckled over the edge of the bed in such a way left me very susceptible to retaliation, if Light were to sit up and punch me.
He seemed to resist the desire to attack, instead Light merely rose to his knees and gave the cuffs a confident yank. With a grunt, I flipped off the edge of the bed, granted no option but compliance.
Light loomed over me in an entirely different way than he had previously. The flicker of intuition that fluttered through me gave me the sickening notion, that I would perish gazing into Light's hovering face.
"We're going to shower now." Light commanded, turning away from my stare to lift himself completely to his feet. I followed slowly, grimacing at the pains scattered about my body as I moved.
Before following Light toward the bathroom, I peered dismally over my shoulder at the disorderly bed. Cleaning would have to wait. My jeans and thermal, as well as Light's trousers were untidily strewn across the floor. I had not the time to lie to Watari in order to conceal the menace it would be if he were to enter our quarters and view our room in such a way.
Matsuda and Misa already roused enough suspicion, even if they were only humoring the task force. No one could know I – the world's greatest defective, L – had been making love to the very psychopath I was trying to detain.
I was pulled along as Light entered the bathroom, jerked away from my musings to join him.
During Light's first weeks under my personal surveillance, he had refused to shower with me. The whole scene was fairly comedic, he takes everything so seriously. Light forced me to stand with my back turned outside the shower until he was finished. Of course, it was only two weeks of this before Light had quite suddenly pulled me into the shower with him.
I suppose you could say that is where it all began. Light and I have always been abnormally attracted to each other on an intellectual level. After he had initiated our first kiss, expressing our appreciation physically only seemed...natural.
Presently we stood together beneath the heated cadence of steaming water. Light with his head slanted back toward the spray, his auburn hair slicked back at the hands of the water.
An abrupt rush between my legs had me kneeling in the farthest corner of the shower the handcuffs would allow. "How unfortunate." I mumbled reflectively to myself, hooking my finger into my bottom lip.
Having heard my voice Light pivoted. His darkened hair drawn away from his face, his eyes appraised me with a faint sadness. "Sorry." He uttered quietly, the hot red of his lips brightened by the shower water.
Removing my finger and closing my eyes, I licked the pad of my thumb. "You mean the exact opposite." I muttered, greatly detesting the current predicament.
At least this had not happened while we were in the presence of the others. It was somewhat unnerving to speak with Light's father while his son's very essence was streaming down my thighs.
Though it was not an entirely repulsive sensation, it was quite unnatural. I do have a fondness for the strange – but I do not enjoy this.
"Not very romantic." I smirked up at him; Light scoffed and shook his head. I watched Light wash, no, I do not expect him to be able to kill anyone while bathing – this is simply an obsession of mine.
Everything about Light is elegant, sensual. It was not presumptuous to assume that he had become aware of this at an early age, and had exploited it thoroughly over the years. For me only his simplicities were fascinating, they reminded me that in spite of his impeccable intelligence he was still mortal.
As he rinsed the layer of soap from his skin, I hoisted myself up and crept forward. Reaching around him, I pressed my palms against the cold tiles of the wall so that Light's back pressed against my chest.
He moaned slightly, the sound ringing beneath the pound of the shower. The bathroom is Light's preferred place for intercourse. He claims that it is because he enjoys being in the shower with me. This was not completely a lie; however it is still fundamentally untrue. Light is in love with the sound of his own voice: the echo in here is phenomenal.
"Are you sure you want this?" Light sighed, voice filtered of the affected optimism he had the others strung on. The Light from last night shone through in an underhandedly luscious chime as I tilted my head down to bite the curve of his shoulder with a hungry growl. It was incredible how full I could physically be and feel so ridiculously empty.
"I'm depressed." I grumbled and watched as a crimson indentation of my teeth faded away from his shoulder. Blinking back the water droplets insistently clinging to my eyelashes I listened while Light chuckled, his head turning so that his lips could reach mine.
He refrained from kissing me. The slight touch of his mouth was just enough contact to return my awareness to the searing heat that the water was presently washing from my legs. "That isn't really fair L. You can't be depressed after everything that's happened." Light definitely took offence to my admission though he had done fabulously secreting it.
"Nothing has happened." I persisted. Honestly, I cannot be certain when exactly I had begun to enjoy the forced pleasure of being emotionally scarred by Light Yagami. I hated the blind perseverance behind his lies nearly as much as it kept me entertained.
He scowled a little, drawing his mouth from me. "You're going to say that again? Stop lying L! I may have been under Kira's control – like you said – but I'm not anymore. What I feel right now is real." I watched the roundness of Light's eyes, the diligent innocence of them. I could tell he was not faking...not at this specific moment. Those lips had spun me in so much dishonesty; it would be foolish to believe anything Light said – even if it was not a lie.
"You wanted me to be Kira that badly–" He was starting to raise his voice, so much so not even the rush of the shower could drown him out. The bathroom felt horribly tight: choked by the humidity, crushed by Light's anger.
"I want you that badly." I interrupted him smoothly, withholding the smug amusement that stirred within me at the shock that slipped over Light's expression no different than the beads of water. He knew my hand already, Light would know immediately if I were to contort any statement I had made in the last twenty-four hours. I needed to bombard him. "Thank you...for everything."
"Now you mean the exact opposite." Light sneered, twisting so that the chain as well as my arm was compelled to wind around him. "Don't look at me like that." He growled, the wrinkled fingers of Light's free hand rose to cup the side of my face. "I promised I wouldn't ruin this." Light grinned mischievously, the expression meant to lighten my mood.
What would your voice sound like, I wonder, if you were to say that like you mean it, Light? I thought to myself, closing my eyes against the warm spray as I leaned into his palm. Exactly what kind of idiot do you take me for?
LATER THAT SAME DAY
Crouched in my chair, I examined the monitor before me, crunching a teddy-bear between my fingers and pretending to be heedless to the irritated expression twisting Light's face. I brought the broken bottom half of the bear to my lips, plucking another cookie from the crystal plate on the desktop and crushing it.
"Hmmm..." I hummed aloud, unmoving from my position as I peeked at the clock on the wall. 12:30pm. I collected another teddy-bear cracker and pushed it past my lips pensively. Twenty minutes...is that enough time? I wondered to myself, chewing slowly. At a sprint the stairs to our floor can be taken in fifteen minutes not including a moment to catch a breath. Passing through security...now in ballerina flats with a small heel, perhaps seventeen minutes with an eager step, then an additional three minutes to touch-up– twenty minutes. Excellent.
"Light." I said without looking at him, his typing continued as he responded with a musical hum. "I would like to use the restroom." Glancing at him from the corner of my eye I watched carefully as his nimble fingers paused on the flat black keys. Light sighed and nodded, rising from his chair and leading the way to the bathroom. I shuffled behind him wordlessly, passing by the others inexpressively.
I knew where all the cameras were positioned in the hallway; I had set up the angles at which they moved myself as well. There were absolutely no blind spots, but I had noticed a deep doorway by the stairs that I could huddle in without drawing attention.
Winding the chain swiftly around my fist, I yanked Light into the opening, slamming him against the cement wall. "Ryuu–" I clapped my palm over his lips before he could finish shouting.
Light drew his right hand back to punch me, he had spectacular aim naturally - the percentage that he would miss at such proximity was zero. With the chain of the cuffs coiled around my knuckles, I hit him before he could me. Light choked against my hand, lurching forward slightly, he cursed when he managed to collect his voice - otherwise he was effectively silenced.
I allowed the chain to fall freely from my fist, pressing him roughly against the wall with an open palm laying on his chest. Removing my hand I replaced my palm with my lips. Light's eyes widened significantly, his body tensing before he had the chance to answer my kiss. Perfect. His astonishment worked flawlessly to my advantage, without hesitation I sunk my tongue past his parted lips and taunted the burning muscle inside.
Russet eyes smouldered with recognition as his shock bled into anger, Light bit down on my bottom lip with the intention to cause an equal pain. I grimaced and retreated, a rust flavoured pool of heated blood filling my mouth. "That hurt." I grumbled, lapping at the newly made injury.
"You're insane!" Light snapped, lowering his voice when I threatened to strike him. I nodded curtly, moving forward to slant my mouth over his yet again. I had never condoned this behaviour outside of the sanctions of our temporary apartment, nor had I permitted Light anything more than a kiss between the shifts of the cameras – shifts that I ensured he knew nothing about.
As far as Light was concerned the cameras ran at all angles 24/7 unless I turned them off. I could not have Kira controlling what the cameras saw or, more specifically, did not see.
Today however, I had to guarantee that he was aware of who governed our relationship.
Last night Light had coaxed me onto his field, therefore I too had to force him into playing a game of my own. On the surface it would appear as though I was distraughtly combating for his true affections. In truth I would be driving him into a cage from which he had no escaping without similar reciprocity. I love you Light, but in order for me to eliminate Kira, you need to love me in return. I could willingly be Light's marionette, however I would dominate the stage on which he had me dance.
Not to mention he had thoroughly irritated me with the hickies.
Pulling my palm down the front of the clingy white turtleneck he donned, I began to pluck expertly at the buttons of his pants. Light moaned deliciously into my mouth, his hands fisting the collar of my shirt to yank me closer. I smothered a grin once he realized what he was doing and released me completely, recoiling from my lips.
"L, they'll hear." Light murmured frantically, snatching my wrists. Your hands are trembling, I thought as his quivering fingers tightly clamped down on me. I peered up and shrugged apathetically, finished unlatching the buttons of his trousers I slipped my hand into the confines of his snug pants.
Light pressed himself desperately against the wall, hips immediately grinding into my palm when my fingers plunged into his boxers. "Mmph! And the...and the...cameras!" His voice rose breathily, head tilting back against the wall.
"Perhaps you should not speak so loudly, Light?" I mumbled and blinked indifferently as the unleashed infuriated force of his glare befell me. Standing straight I was, with little trouble, precisely an inch Light's superior in height. Inclining myself forward I forced his legs further apart with my knee, restraining him against the wall with my chest. "An eye for an eye, my friend." I whispered in his ear, tugging at Light's earlobe with my teeth.
Light exhaled sharply, the handcuffs rattled and he swore yet again. "We should go to the bathroom." He wheezed, lifting his chin to give me better access to the slender length of his throat.
I shook my head, even if I locked the door that would certainly rouse suspicion. Moreover the bathroom was much more susceptible to infiltration...
"Matsuda." Light and I sighed in synchronization, pausing to exchange an exasperated grin.
I could feel the shuddering pass through Light's body, a relentless torrent that had him clenching his jaw so rigorously the muscles surged visibly. His hands leapt jerkily from my shirt to my hair, fingers ruthlessly digging into the ebony locks as if he were prepared to rip out handfuls if necessary. I certainly hoped he wouldn't.
Under his arm, I planted my cuffed hand against the wall and closed the fingers of my left hand firmly on the hardened member boldly at attention within Light's pants. "Oh God...!" Light whimpered when I gave a confident pull.
Light's chest pounded against mine with the escalating rate of his breaths, glimmering russet eyes locking with mine. "Quiet." I reminded him gently, dipping my head to smite any further cries. My efforts would be in vain if Light became too loud.
Maintaining my gradual pace and increasing the pressure around his member, Light steadily began to come undone. I was as well attuned to his changing expressions as his altering moods; though they were subtle detecting them had become second nature to me.
The silvery sounds rising unyieldingly from his chest reverberated against my tongue; it was the most peculiar sensation. He wrenched away from my suppressing kiss, dropping his head onto my shoulder and rasping heatedly. I knew exactly what to look for: Light's voice raised in pitch when an orgasm was imminent and his body seized as if his entire being went immediately on lock down.
His hips began to thrust unevenly against my pumping in search of greater friction. Light's thrashing form and husky groans were more than enough encouragement, his body additionally rocking against mine was almost too much. I was not doing this for my satisfaction, this was all for Light – the long term results were going to be reward enough.
Light's voice cracked, "I can't L," He struggled to contain himself. "I'm going to...mmmnnn!"
"No." I whispered, removing my hand from the wall to grasp his chin in my fingers. "Look at me, Light. Not yet." Two more minutes, that was all I needed. With half-lidded, glossy brown eyes he gazed into me, auburn hair hanging in his face. Light tugged at my hair, bringing a quiet sigh to my lips in response.
"I...L, please...I can't!" Eyes squelched shut as his knees gave, arms draped around my shoulders. I held him in place with my frame as he came.
Light's lips hung open in a soundless call; his hips lost all regularity, instead rolling erotically against my hand in helpless bliss. Sultry heat poured over my hand, the gluey substance slithering over my fingers, I continued my pace as he convulsed through climax.
I tilted Light's face slowly, holding him carefully as we kissed. Though physically drained, Light's lips moved with the aggression he could not impose upon me himself. The antagonistic connection further irritated the cut on my lip. "Say it like it is the truth." I spoke under my breath as I removed my hand from his pants.
I began buttoning his trousers with my clean hand. Light's face was all at once drowsy and wide awake, his cheeks flushed and flaming a rosy hue. He licked his lips slowly, eyes narrowing with resentment. "I love you, L." He answered without hesitation.
"Oh Liiiiiiiight!" Came the echoing, shrill scream a few feet away. The click of Misa's heels stamped hurriedly up the last few stairs and across the glossy floor as she sprinted toward the research room.
Light's expression fell. I backed out of the doorway and into the hallway directly into the view of the cameras. Light growled from the shadow of the doorway, his piercing eyes glittering with a quickened wrath. "You knew she was coming." He whispered furiously.
"Miss Amane is not my girlfriend, Light. It is not my responsibility to remember when you have a date with her." Returning to my comfortable slouch, I slipped my free hand into the pocket of my jeans.
Light yelped – though evidently against his will – when I lifted sticky fingers to my lips, tongue slipping out to destroy the incriminating evidence. On camera this would appear only as though I was appeasing my oral fixation. "You should not keep her waiting," I scolded with a smirk, giving the chain a yank.
Light gnashed his teeth together, lunging from the doorway as I had expected he might. Prepared for the momentary break in his refined facade, I lurched downward to rest my hands on the floor, ducking his outraged left hook and driving my heel into his ribcage.
Light cried out as he staggered backward, the chain pulling me into an uninvited arch along with him. Light managed to pin me against the wall, having recovered much faster than I had anticipated. With his forearm pressed across my throat he readied another fist. At the same time, I lifted a leg to plant my foot against his stomach.
"Calm down, Light!" The brassy tenor of the elder Yagami poured into our quarrel as Light's father struggled to restrain his son's poised arm.
Brown eyes stared deeply into me as the others scrambled down the hallway to pry us apart. I had known they would come running, though I had not expected it to be so quickly. The cameras were proving to be very helpful in these circumstances. Regardless, I cannot deny the enormity of the enjoyment I receive while fighting with Light. He was passionate about all he did; the sheer fire behind the force of his attacks fascinated me.
"Ryuuzaki look what you've done to his outfit!" Misa whined, pushing herself between Light and his father in order to coil her arms snugly around his waist. Light maintained a steady glare as I pulled away from the wall, our locked gazes undisturbed.
Matsuda exhaled heavily when the elder Yagami gradually released Light. "Maybe you guys should take a break for a day; the cuffs are getting to you." I stared at him from the corner of my eye, wishing just for once he would not speak. Even if I did grant Light his freedom I could still watch him from the monitors at all hours. This in mind, it would appear pointless to sustain our chained state, however the others assumed I was only suspicious of Light – not completely resolute about his guilt.
If only I could prove it...
"...our date is today – you didn't forget did you?" Misa's question managed to divert the small assembly's attention. Light dragged his eyes away from me to smile down at her innocuously, he even laughed a little.
"No of course not, Ryuuzaki and I were going over a theory of mine. I lost track of time." Light's harmless disposition and genuine response caused me to feel frustration. Naturally it took no effort to stifle the emotion the moment it arose, nevertheless it was going to be quite an issue if Light were to continue to unearth my sincere sentiments.
Love, now frustration – what could be next?
"I would like to hear the rest of your speculation Light, let's finish this quickly." I suggested, already pacing down the hall and listening as he stumbled around Misa to keep my stride.
Matsuda snorted, "You sure seemed enthusiastic about it a moment ago." He muttered sarcastically, assuming that I would not hear. Ignoring the snide comment, I pulled Light into the room down the hall that I had committed to such trivial events as "dates".
Watari had arranged a series of sweets across the glass table in the centre of the room, a hulking slice of cake drawing my utmost attention instantaneously. Thus it began: The hour-long stalemate. Misa was without a doubt the Second Kira, it was imperative that I keep a close eye on her in case she happened upon a memory of the murders. Oblivious to this fact, Misa's concentration was strictly applied to Light and Light only, though she could not initiate intimacy while I was at his side. Of course, while she proceeded to glower unyieldingly at me, Light took it upon himself to pose apathetically – slackened against the couch as he waited for the whole procedure to conclude.
Today was somewhat different however since I had efficiently jarred him with the assault in the hallway. Light upheld his composure as he would any other day – though surely only to spite my efforts – regardless I could see the fine creases in his otherwise silken performance. Misa carried on about how annoyed she was with my presence, lying flat on the couch opposite us, slender legs kicking back and forth, causing the short leather of her skirt to gradually roll up.
That might have been somewhat appealing if my interest was not so invested in the subject beside me. Light's hair was dishevelled. It was not notable but I had studied him far too long not to notice that more than a few of his once precisely organized locks, were definitely snarled from where he had moved his head against the wall. Under greater scrutiny one would discern the crimson hue that was presently still fading from his cheeks, as well as the rose colour of his lips which were naturally only a shade lighter than his tanned skin. Light periodically flicked his tongue out over the bruised flesh as if that were the cause of the discolouration – a clever attempt even if I knew better.
I suckled the smears of vanilla from my fingertips, stretching myself out to gather another piece of cake. Misa howled, "How can you eat that?" She looked indisputably disgusted with me for once, a wholehearted gleam of detestation shone in her round eyes. It aroused an unexpected glow to her features to say the least. It was difficult even for me to see someone such as Misa Amane as legitimately capable of wicked expressions.
The cuffs tinkered as I waggled my index finger before my face. "Mmm," I mumbled around a mouthful of icing, "We've been over this – my brain works off the calories."
Misa's nose wrinkled nonetheless. "Light is even smarter than you and he doesn't eat that much sugar!" If that was her defence it was certainly the epitome of weakness. I frowned, pivoting on my toes to examine Light.
Smarter than me? Light was unquestionably gifted with extraordinary intelligence, but I could not give him that much credit. I have an ego too after all. Not to mention only a person with a biblically skewed sense of justice could merit from punishing the innocent based on their personal judgement. To pull off being Kira it was essential to be greatly intellectual, if he were not it would not be so troublesome to close this case. I would say we were roughly equal in wit – though even that pressed the matter – however how we chose to utilize our smarts was entirely different.
"Not quite." Both Light and I paused, having spoken in synchronization. Opening his eyes thoughtfully to appraise me, Light grinned wordlessly and shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not sure I could catch Kira without you." He admitted softly, his hand rising so that he could stab his index finger into the side of my cake.
The long digit untidily coated in a dribbling strawberry sauce, Light quickly sheathed his finger in his mouth, withdrawing it slowly so that an obnoxious popping sound was made. I felt it coming before it fully hit me: the downpour of heat that cascaded from the crown of my head to my groin in mere seconds. It was a dreadfully wonderful sensation that I would very much have liked to ignore if it were not so painfully splendid.
Salvaging my dignity I squished the cake with my fork to seal the hole he had made. Taking another mouthful I smirked, "I'm sure that I could."