I looked up at the doors that suddenly slammed shut.
"Father!" Light yelled. He stood up, pulling me with him. He began dressing quickly, faltering once or twice on his tired legs.
He pulled up his boxers and I copied him. I watched his body as he bent. He was sticky with semen, but his clothes would cover that up.
He pulled on his pants, and so did I.
His shirt was hanging from one arm on the chain that held up together. He pulled it on, cursing once. I saw a large, dark stain on the side of the shirt, but he put it on anyway.
My shirt was hanging from the chain as well, and I pulled it on. There were a few dark splatters, but nothing too noticeable. When we were both clothed, he pulled me to the door.
The task force was sitting outside in the hallway, silent and embarrassed. They all sat against the walls and spread out, and they didn't look up as we came out.
"Light," his father began, looking up at us. No other words followed and he let his head drop back down.
"Father, what you saw back there was.."
"Sexual tension," I finished smoothly.
"Ryusaki!" Light growled under his breath. "Let me talk!"
"Sorry," I apologized, absentmindedly wondering if there was any cake left. I turned back into the room and found half of the cake. I tugged on the chain a little for Light to follow. He didn't.
"Ryuzaki!"
"Light, I just want some cake."
"Later!"
I mumbled to myself about how horrible he was, but he paid no attention to me.
"Father, I'm sorry you had to see that," Light continued, his voice lower because of our distance.
"Light, you shouldn't be sorry," I told him as I walked over to him. "You're not a child anymore; you should be able to do what you want without being sorry."
He sighed and rested his forehead on his fingertips. I guess I was saying all the wrong things.
"No, Light, he's right. What you two do in privacy is... fine," Shuichiro ended reluctantly. "But... how long?"
"How long?" Light repeated.
"How long has it been like this?"
"About nine hours," I answered.
Light elbowed me.
"What?" I complained, my eyes drifting to the cake.
"We haven't... we aren't together. It just happened." Light's smooth voice shook me to my core. Not together?
"N-nine hours?" Matsuda repeated from behind Shuichiro.
I nodded. "Yeah."
"Ryuzaki, please do something else," Light growled from closed teeth.
I smirked. I cornered him against the wall and stuck my hands down his pants.
He gasped. "W-what are you... d-doing?"
"Something else," I answered coyly.
"N..." he gasped and got hard in my palm. "No, stop!"
My fingers worked around him and it took almost no time at all for him to orgasm. His legs gave out and we both fell to the floor.
I looked up at the rest of the task force, who stared at us in horror.
I pressed my lips against Light's, and he kissed back.
"Your son is Kira," I breathed. I stared at Light, but I spoke to his father.
"You deduced that through sex?" he retorted.
I shook my head. "I've always known. I told you that before. But I'm telling you it now. My intimate relationship with him changes nothing."
Mr. Yagami's eyes wided at the words intimate relationship but he said nothing.
I crashed my lips against Light's again. "Not together?" I asked.
He moaned in response. I had never seen him look so vulnerable. I smiled.
We were most definitely together.
The End