Light trails his eyes downwards to where his hand rests against L's hip, and when he looks back up into L's obsidian eyes, he sees all his desire mirrored in them. He leans down, lips touching his lovers' gently, the passion growing between them. They separate with identical groans, neither having done this before, a string of saliva hanging between their open, panting mouths. L slides his hands down Lights heaving chest and up under his shirt, popping off the two bottom buttons on his hasty path upwards. Light sighs as L's cold hands touch him in his silent exploration, and slips his jacket off, using it as a makeshift blanket, quickly unbuttoning L's loose cotton shirt, moving it aside so he can lick his lover's chest.
"Mmh…" L whimpers, the sound resonating in the silence of the storage room. Light slides his hands down lower, undoing the button of L's grey trousers, unzipping and removing them to see L's arousal on full display. L's eyes meet his once again as his hands stray to the straps of Light's suspenders, slipping them over his shoulders before undoing his trousers as well. Feeling his lovers throbbing member in his hand causes L to shudder and he closes his eyes, pumping Light's manhood and gaining a strained moan from the other man.
"I want you," Light says, and L's eyes flutter open to meet Light's molten amber gaze.
"Then have me, Light." He answers, and grabs Light's hand to lead it down to his entrance.
"I need—"
L brings his hand back up and puts his fingers into his mouth, coating them thoroughly before releasing. Light trails his fingers down, slipping them inside him one by one, slowly, until he is ready for his lover to take him.
Light licks his hand, and strokes his cock firmly, lubricating it with saliva and pre-come, before gently pressing against L's entrance, listening for signs of pain as he pushes forward inch by inch. L winces as the thick intrusion stretches him, his body screaming in opposition to it, tightening around the large member as it pushes further inside him. Finally, the movement ceases and L realizes that it is completely inside, throbbing with Light's pulse and swelling with arousal at the tight warmth surrounding it. L waits for the pain to subside, and it does, just a little.
"Y-you can… you can move now." L says, shuddering, and gasps as Light does just that, pulling out and thrusting back in shallowly. The pain returns for a moment in full force, before pure ecstasy explodes in his mind. He registers the pain again, and then that wonderful pleasure once more.
"L-light… Yes…" L whispers, and Light groans in his ear, his thrusts becoming harder, and he pounds into that spot that makes L lose himself each time it's touched. Their ragged breathing is all that can be heard as Light gives a particularly hard thrust that sends L over the edge, mouth opening in a silent scream and hands gripping Light's shoulders, his muscles spasming around the throbbing hardness inside him, the feeling of warmth flooding his insides, heightening his peak. His hand slams against the glass of the rear window, tensing and relaxing with his other muscles before slipping down, leaving a smudged handprint in the veil of condensation.
Light's overcoat lies over them like a blanket, stirring as L pulls it down a bit. They're huddled under it, intertwined, still mostly clothed. Their faces are flushed from the exertion as they look at one another wonderingly. L puts his hand on Light's face, as if unsure that he is real.
"You're trembling." L whispers, stroking his lovers face.
"Its okay, I'll be alright." Light assures him as he lays his head against his chest, "I can feel your heart beating." He whispers, closing his eyes, losing himself in the heat and the passion of the night.
"…Well, I wasn't the first teenager seduced in the back seat of a car, and certainly not the last, by several million," L says in response to the incredulous looks he's receiving from his audience; his grandson gaping at him, "He had such fine hands. Artists' hands, but strong too… roughened by work." He explains further, ignoring the stares in favor of continuing his story, "I remember their touch so vividly..."
L and Light, fully dressed, come through a crew door onto the deck, laughing so hard that they could barely stand.
"Did you see the looks on their faces? Did you see?" Light asks before laughing again.
They embrace, standing in each others arms, their breath clouding around them in the now freezing air, but they don't even feel the cold.
"When the ship docks," L says, eyes meeting Light's, "I'm getting off with you."
Light's laughter ceases, and he looks at L like he did when they first spoke. "This is crazy." He tells him, smiling.
"I know… It doesn't make any sense." He says laughing, then becomes serious immediately, "That's why I trust it."
Light pulls him forward and kisses him fiercely, coaxing L's tongue into submission, before pulling away as they hear a ruckus above them.
"Iceberg! Right ahead!" they hear a man shout from the crows nest, and they rush to the starboard rail. They get there in time to see the berg moving aft down the side of the ship. Leaning over the starboard rail, they examine what they can see of the hull of the ship for visible damage.
"Looks okay… I don't see anything." Light says. L looks at him, the fear in his eyes unmasked before he turns back to look down the side of the ship.
"Could it have damaged the ship?" He asks. Light puts his arm around him, reassuring his lover.
"It didn't seem like much of a bump." He explains, burying his face in L's hair, "I'm sure we're fine." They separate slightly, still holding hands and go up the steps to the promenade, ignoring the stares as they climb over the locked gate.
A moment later, Captain Smith rounds the corner, followed by Wammy and a man neither L nor Light recognize. The three men, faces grim, crush right past L and Light. Wammy barely even glances at them.
"Can you shore up?" They hear the captain ask.
"Not unless the pumps get ahead." The man they don't know answers quickly.
L and Light stare after them as they go down the stairs to the well deck.
"It's bad…" Light whispers to L, his hand tightening around his lovers.
"We have to tell Mother and Aiber."
"Now it's worse…"
"Come with me, Light." L says, begging with his eyes, "I jump, you jump, right?"
"Right." Light says, kissing him chastely before following him through the door leading inside the ship, hand in hand.
Light and L cross the foyer, entering the corridor. They see Mikami waiting for them as they approach the room.
"We've been looking for you, sir." He says to L with fake congeniality, following them into the room.
Aiber, Eve, and Wedy sit waiting, along with the Master at Arms and two stewards. Silence reigns as L and Light enter. Eve closes her robe at her throat when she sees Light holding hands with her son.
"Something serious has happened." L announces solemnly.
"That's right," Aiber answers, his glare burning through the couple, "Two things dear to me have disappeared this evening. Now that one is back, I have a pretty good idea where to find the other."
His glare is directed at Light as he orders the Master at Arms, "Search him."
"Coat off, mate." The burly officer says, and Light shakes his head in dismay.
"What's this about?" he asks, handing his coat to a steward, twining his fingers with L's once more.
"Aiber, you can't be serious! We're in the middle of an emergency and you—" L's sentence comes to a halt as the steward pulls the Heart of the Ocean out of Lights coat pocket.
"What the hell! This is horseshit!" Light shouts as his hand is pulled from L's grasp to be placed in handcuffs, "Don't you believe it L! Don't!"
"He couldn't have…" L defends, searching Light's face for any sign of a lie.
"Of course he could, it's easy enough for a professional." Aiber says, putting an arm around L's waist. L jumps at the touch and pulls away.
"I was with him the whole time." He explains.
Aiber leans down, and in a malice-laced whisper, says, "Perhaps he did it while you were putting your clothes back on."
"Don't believe him! They put it in my pocket, L!" Light's eyes beg for his agreement.
"This isn't even your pocket." Mikami says, "'Property of A. L. Ryerson'" He reads.
"That was reported stolen today." The Master at Arms says, looking at Light with contempt.
"I was going to return it! L—"
"Oh, an honest thief! We have an honest thief here!" Aiber jests.
Feeling utterly betrayed, hurt and confused, L stares into his lovers' eyes, searching for the truth, before shrinking away from him. Light shouts at him as Mikami and the Master at Arms drag him out.
"L, don't listen to them! I didn't do this! You know I didn't! You jump, I jump, L! You know I didn't do this!"
L turns away, his heart becoming as stoic as his eyes. Wedy lays a comforting hand on his shoulder as the tears well up.
"Why don't you believe him?" she whispers into L's ear as he sobs into her blouse once again.
"I had better go dress." L's mother says quietly, "Wedy, come."
Aiber holds the door for them as they leave, then marches over to L once it is closed. He regards him coldly for a moment, and slaps him, hard, across the face.
"Isn't this a little slut?"
To L, the blow is inconsequential compared to the blow his heart has been dealt. His expression remains the same as when Light was dragged out.
Aiber seizes his shoulders roughly, shaking him, "Look at me, you little—"
A knock interrupts him, the door opens and Wedy puts her head in.
"Sirs, I've been told to ask you to please put on your lifebelts, and come up to the boat deck." She says, noticing the position the two are in, and L's blank expression.
"Get out. We're busy." Aiber orders, not letting go of L's shoulders.
She persists, coming into the room to get the lifebelts down from the top of a dresser.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Morello, but it's apparently Captain's orders. Please dress warmly, it's quite cold tonight. May I suggest coats and tophats?" She says coldly, pushing a lifebelt against his chest.
"This is ridiculous." He says, throwing the belt to the ground and slamming the door behind him as he leaves.
"Not to worry, L. Everything will work out." She tells the boy she thinks of as a son as she puts the lifebelt in his hands.
L enters the A-deck foyer with Aiber and his entourage, Aiber being the only one not carrying a lifebelt. L follows listlessly, dead to the world.
"It's just the god damned English doing everything by the book." The blond man says in response to a comment L missed.
"There's no need for language, Mr. Morello." L's mother says, and turns to Wedy, "Go back and turn the heater on in my room, so it won't be too cold when we get back."
Quillish Wammy enters the foyer, looking around the magnificent room that he knows is doomed. L, standing nearby, sees his heartbroken expression. He walks over to him and Aiber follows.
"I saw the iceberg, Mr. Wammy." He says when he reaches him, "and I see it in your eyes. Please tell me the truth."
"The ship will sink." He says honestly.
"You're certain?" L asks, hoping for an answer that he knew he wouldn't get.
"Yes." Wammy says, "In an hour or so, all this… will be at the bottom of the Atlantic."
"But this ship can't sink!" Aiber laughs, treating it like a joke.
"She's made of iron, sir." Whammy answers quietly, "I assure you she can, and she will." He looks to L once more, knowing the boy will understand him, "It is a mathematical certainty."
"My god…" L's mother, who had followed them over, looks around with a new perspective.
"Please, tell only who you must. I don't want to be responsible for a panic," he says to the older woman before pulling L away from the crowd, "Get to a boat, quickly. You remember what I told you? About the boats?"
"Yes. I understand. Thank you."
Light glares at nothing in particular as Mikami cuffs his arms around a four inch water pipe in the office of the Master at Arms. A crewman rushes in anxiously and speaks quickly.
"You're wanted by the Purser, sir." He says to the officer, "Urgently."
The man turns to Light, and Mikami speaks up.
"Go on, I'll keep an eye on him." He says, and pulls a pearl handled Colt .45 automatic from under his coat. The Master at Arms nods and tosses the handcuff key to Mikami, then leaves with the crewman. Mikami flips the key in the air and catches it, looking at Light disdainfully.
Aiber, Eve, and L rush out of the doors near a band playing Bach's concerto, almost running toward the crowds surrounding the boats.
"My brooch! I left my brooch, I must have it!" L's mother shouts and turns to run back to the rooms and Aiber takes her by the arm. The firmness of his grim surprises her.
"Stay here, Eve." He orders. She takes in his expression and she fears him for the first time.
In the Master at Arms' office, Light sits chained to the water pipe next to a porthole. He watches as the water rises, coming halfway up the glass. Mikami sits on the edge of a desk, rolling a .45 bullet back and forth. He picks it up and loads the gun.
"You know… I believe this ship may sink." He says nonchalantly, and smiles as he walks over to his prisoner, "Ah, yes… I was asked to give you this small token of our appreciation," He punches Light in the stomach, knocking the breath out of him, "Complements of Mr. Aiber Morello."
He flips the key in the air again and catches it, putting it in his pocket. He departs, leaving Light gasping, chained to the pipe.
L watches the farewells taking place in the crowds surrounding the lifeboats; husbands saying goodbye to their wives and children, lovers and friends being torn apart. Nearby, Misa is getting a reluctant woman to board a boat.
"Will the lifeboats be seated according to class?" L's mother asks a passing officer, receiving no answer, "I hope they're not too crowded—"
"Oh Mother, shut up!" L says, staring at her with disgust. She freezes, her mouth still open, "Don't you understand?" L continues, "The water is freezing and there aren't enough boats… Not enough by half. Half of the people on this ship are going to die."
"Not the better half." Aiber comments, smirking. It hits L like a thunderbolt; Light is third class. He doesn't stand a chance. A flare is sent up and it bursts over head as he processes this, bathing his face in the white light.
"You unimaginable bastard…" L says as he realizes Light never lied.
"Come on, L, you're next, son." Misa says, pulling him away from Aiber. He backs away, shaking his head.
"L, get in the boat!" his mother orders from her place in a lifeboat.
"Goodbye, mother." He says, looking at her one last time as the boat begins to lower and he runs past Aiber, who grabs his arm, but he pulls free and runs through the crowd. Aiber catches up with him and clutches him by the arms roughly.
"Where are you going?" he asks angrily before seeing the look on L's face, "To him? Is that it? To be a whore for a gutter rat?"
"I'd rather be his whore than your wife."
His jaw clenches and he squeezes L's arms violently, pulling him back toward the boats. L hocks up some saliva and spits in his eye, the way Light taught him. He releases in surprise and L runs into the crowd, rubbing the bruises already forming from Aiber's rough treatment.
Light pulls at the pipe with all his strength, but it won't budge. He turns as he hears a gurgling sound, and sees water pouring under the shut door, spreading rapidly across the floor.
"Shit… Shit… Shit!"
He pulls the cuff, trying to pull his hand through, working until his wrist begins to bleed.
"Help! Somebody! Can anyone hear me?" he shouts, banging the metal of the cuffs against the pipe, "Shit… this could be bad."
L runs through the corridors, looking for anyone who can help him, when he sees Mr. Wammy, opening stateroom doors, checking that people are out. L rushes up to him, breathless.
"Mr. Wammy! Thank god… Where would the Master at Arms take someone under arrest?"
"What?" he looks around in puzzlement and his eyes widen when he sees L, "You have to get to a boat right away!"
"No!" L shouts, gripping the mans shoulders, "I'm doing this with or without your help, but without will take longer."
Mr. Wammy examines him for a moment before giving in, "Take the elevator to the very bottom, go left, down the crewman's passage, then make a right."
"Bottom, left, right; I've got it."
"Hurry, L."
L does just that, running for the lifts just in time to see the last Operator closing his lift to leave.
The man speaks politely, "Sorry, sir, the lifts are closed—"
Without thinking, L grabs him and hauls him back into the lift.
"I'm through being polite, goddamnit! Now take me down!" he shouts before releasing the man, watching as he fumbles to close the gate and start the lift.
L watches the decks go past through the wrought iron door of the elevator car. The lift slows, and suddenly freezing cold water is swirling around his legs. He screams in surprise, as does the operator. The car lands in a foot of icy water, shocking him. He claws the door open and splashes out.
"What are you doing?" the operator asks, not waiting for a response, "I'm going back up! I'm going up!" he warns, receiving no acquiescence from the young man mumbling to himself.
"Left… Crew passage." L says to himself as he looks around. He spots it and sloshes down the flooded corridor. The place is understandably deserted. He is on his own.
"Right, right… Right!" he turns into a cross-corridor, splashing down the hall, doors surrounding him.
"Light!" he shouts, hoping to hear anything, "Light!"
Light is hopelessly pulling on the pipe again, straining until he turns red. He collapses back on a bench, realizing he's screwed.
"Light!" he hears L's voice from the hall, and stands in surprise.
"L! In here!" he shouts, banging the metal against metal again.
L hears his voice and spins, running back. He finds the right door, pushing it open, the water from the hall pouring into the room in a wave. He splashes over to his lover and throws his arms around him.
"Light, I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…" he sobs into Light's neck, kissing wherever his lips reach. They kiss passionately for a moment before separating.
"That guy Mikami put it in my pocket." Light explains, kissing L's face.
"I know."
"See if you can find a key for these. Try those drawers. It's a little silver one."
L kisses his face and hugs him once more before going to the desk to dig through it.
"So how did you find out I didn't do it?" Light asks.
"I didn't." L answered, turning to him, "I just realized I already knew."
They share a look, and L goes back to ransacking the room, searching drawers, cupboards, and looking through the clear water at the floor.
"There's no key in here." He says, wading through the water that is now nearly two feet deep, standing next to his lover.
"You have to go for help." Light tells him, leaning his head against his lovers shoulder, feeling him nod.
"I'll be right back." He assures Light, kissing him quickly.
"I'll wait here." Light jokes as he sloshes out, and looks down at the swirling water.
Bet you didn't expect us to update so fast, huh? Anyways, we have a real beta! Enjie left a great review, and I replied, and she offered her services. I accepted, obviously. I have classes, so I do need sleep... College is a bitch, and I'm more of a writer than a beta-reader. Anyways, the lemon should be realistic enough. He and I both have experiance with that :D
Thanks to all who read this. Even if you don't leave a review, you're still awesome!