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Panting on his bed, Light ran his hand through his perfectly-layered, caramel-colored hair, heart still furiously pounding.

He had been having gone of the most wonderful sex dreams of his life, and then…

What the hell was a man of all things doing, suddenly appearing in his dream? He was straight, for Chrissakes! He wasn't gay!

A sudden painful throb from between his legs had him looking down and groaning. His erection still throbbed furiously, fully erect and a violent, angry red. That was right- he hadn't finished!

Cursing the sudden turn his dream had taken, Light struggled out of bed, each movement and brush against his painfully sensitive erection making him grind his teeth. He'd never be able to go to sleep with it- he'd have to take care of it himself.

Hobbling painfully to the bathroom, hequickly turned on the water to his shower, turning it to hot before stepping under it, biting his lip to keep from groaning as the rhythm form the water assaulting his erection only enhanced the sensitivity of it. Leaning against the wall, he reached down to grasp his cock, unable to keep in the groan of relief as he started sliding his hand up and down rapidly, pleasure shooting straight to his balls.

He leaned his head to the side, resting it against the wall as he panted, his hand never letting up on its motions. Licking his lips, Light opened his eyes, staring straight into the mirror at his reflection, seeing lust and pleasure glazing his eyes and making them hazy.

Getting close to his orgasm, Light reached his other hand down to cup his balls, gently fondling and caressing them, moaning as the added action made the pleasure all the more intense.

So close to his climax, he was too far gone to protest when a face suddenly appeared next to his in the mirror. The face was the same as in the dream- pale face, feathery black hair falling into the obsidian eyes, and a smirk present on pale lips.

Light watched in the mirror as the man from the dream leaned forwards to brush his lips against his ear's reflection. "Give yourself over to the pleasure," the husky voice whispered in his ear. "Let me feel you orgasm- let me taste it, and feed from it…"

Somehow, the whispered words were exceedingly erotic, and combined with the motions on his erection, pushed him over the edge. His vision went white as hot pleasure seared through him, and his head rolled back as he came, white fluid shooting onto his hand.

Panting, Light slid onto the floor, watching through slitted eyes as pale, bare feet came into view. He watched as the man form the dream leaned down, form blurry for some reason. He felt, more than saw, his semen- splattered hand being lifted up, and something slick and slightly rough licking at his hand, cleaning it off.

When his hand was cleaned, it was dropped back to his side, and Light once again felt the tickling brush of spikey, feathery hair against his chest as the man leaned forwards. "Thank you," the man murmured into his ear. "You taste quite delicious, and I find myself not so hungry anymore. We'll have to do this again soon- perhaps tomorrow?"

A husky chuckle was heard as Light, tired from the orgasm and the late night, shut his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.

The man stood up, licking the last drops of white from his lips, gazing down thoughtfully on the teenager in front of him. He had so much accessible energy, such rich lust pouring form his body. If he could get his new host to do this much more often… God, it would be like a never ending banquet.

He shivered a bit at the thought.

A smile flicked over his face. The teenager tasted very good as well. He wasn't bad looking either, which was a plus.

But then again, he'd rather starve than be with someone not aesthetically pleasing. He had standards. He wasn't so much of an energy grubber that he'd go with the first pretty face to come along, no. He'd not go with any slut or easy type.

This young man was the grandson of his late friend, whom he had fed off of for about 20 years before the old man had died. The old man, though advanced in years had had such strong desires. He himself had been starving, at his lowest, when he had sensed the warm, heady smell of the man's lust, and immediately sought him out.

While at first miffed at being with such an old host, he had eventually formed a friendship with the man, and promised to take care of his family's male descendants for as long as they continued reproducing. Of course, this meant that the descendants had to be compatible with him, otherwise he would not be able to get enough energy from them. And his friend's sons had been the farthest thing from compatible that was possible.

The grandson, however, was a different story. He practically oozed a river of sexual energy while in a state of completion, much like his grandfather had.

And after being asleep for so long, he had woken up starving. The orgasm he had just fed off of had filled him up for the first time in years, and it made him a bit lightheaded, like drinking vodka on an empty stomach. But, it was a marvelous feeling. And the energy tasted soooo good, like a fine aged wine or a sweet, sweet delicacy, with a zing of pure energetic spiciness underneath. It was something he could get addicted to very easily.

Better than the cake his friend had introduced him to back when he was still alive.

Oh, cake.

But his old friend was right. This teenager, his grandson, had such life, such energy in him that he'd have more than enough sexual energy to live off for as long as he wanted. And judging by the reactions of the teenager, it would be so much fun to play with him…

But…

He regretfully looked down at the boy with a sigh. It was time to end this dream. It was no fun being in here when the star was asleep. And after sleeping so long, he was extremely weak, and would need more food than a single orgasm to keep him well fed and satisfied.

He glanced at the teenager on the bathroom floor, sleeping peacefully. The grandson really did look quite a lot like his friend did in his youth. The light hair, fine features, and beautiful amber eyes- there were a few differences, but they looked almost exactly alike.

Although, the temperament was a bit different. His friend, when he had first seen him, had been amused rather than shocked. His friend had asked just who he was first, popping up in his gardening dream dressed like he was, then laughed as he had explained why he was there.

A smile flicked over his lips as he remembered; he really would miss the old man.

But, he thought as he stole another glance at the sleeping teenager, he had a new source of food and amusement now.

Closing his eyes, he let his form dissolve, returning to his place in the boy's mind, where he had made his home and therefore ended the dream. He'd wait until morning to introduce himself, when the teenager was better rested and would hopefully be more accepting.

He grinned as he thought about the reception he would no doubt receive before settling down and drifting off to sleep himself.

Light woke in the morning for an unknown reason. His alarm clock had not gone off, so why was he awake? Usually, he was such a deep sleeper that sometimes even the alarm clock wouldn't wake him.

Blearily blinking away any traces of sleep, he yawned and ran a hand through his hair as he turned to look at the clock on his bedside table. His eyes widened in shock as he saw it was seven in the morning, 45 minutes before he had to wake up.

Grabbing the clock and shaking it to make sure it was right and not just stuck on a number or something, he finally let it go after it was certain that the time was, indeed, right. He groaned and flopped back down, throwing his arm over his eyes to block out the first few rays of sunlight that were making their appearance. A whole hour of missed sleep, plus the time that he had missed last night-

He shot up to a sitting position as he remembered the events from last night. He had went to the shower to relive his problem, and had seen-

A man in the mirror.

He relaxed as he thought about it. Had that been a dream as well? Really, unless it was a ghost or something, strange faces didn't just appear in the mirror suddenly. And he hadn't woken up in the shower, like he should have. No, he had woken up safe and sound in his bed.

Chuckling, he shook his head. "It was just a dream," he laughed. "What a relief. I thought for a moment there that-"

"I wouldn't be too relieved just yet. I am certainly not a dream, though I can appear in them, thank you very much." There was a snort. "A dream, indeed…"

Light let out a yelp and jumped out of bed, holding his pillow in front of him, ready to unleash a hell of fluffy feathers at the first sign of attack. His eyes roved wildly around the room, trying to locate the voice. A tap on his shoulder made him freeze. "Right here."

With a start of shock, Light whirled around unthinkingly and swung his fist blindly, hitting something solid that let out a curse.

Stepping back, Light hugged his pillow to him and looked over the edge of it as a man sat on his floor, obsidian eyes glaring up at him balefully as he held his hand up to his bleeding nose. "What the hell was that for?" the man demanded rather stuffily, blood dripping from between his fingers.

"You snuck up on me! And just who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my room?" Then he remembered last night, and his face turned absolutely red. "You- You were there in the bathroom last night! And in my dream! What the hell were you doing there? How did you get in my dream and then here?" Light demanded hysterically.

Flicking the blood from his hand, the man stood up, drawing himself up to his full height, which was a few inches shorter than Light, and grinned. "You're nothing like your grandfather was. The first time I met him, he laughed at me. I can tell this is going to be quite fun," he said, rubbing his hands together.

The action did nothing to dispel Light's unease. "Answer my question, dammit! Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?!"

"Tch." The man went to Light's desk chair and stepped onto it gracefully, his body curling up into a crouch on top of it. Light cringed at the thought of the man's bare feet on his nice, clean chair- he'd have to clean it off later. "No fun at all. Your grandfather laughed when he first saw me- but then again, he had a rather odd sense of humor," he chuckled, obviously reminiscing.

Meanwhile, Light's head was whirling. This man knew his grandfather? But, then, he'd have to be at least as old as him, and the old man died when he was in his 90's. The man didn't look any older than his early twenties! "You couldn't have known my grandfather! You're not nearly old enough!"

The man grinned at Light, showing off perfect white teeth. Though… he had to admit, the smile that was present on the man's pale face was somewhat predatory, spikey in a sharp way and unnerving to Light. "Thank you. Though I did in fact, know your grandfather. Actually, he was the one who woke me up and sent me to watch over you, like I did with him."

Light blinked. "Watch over me? What are you, some sort of angel or something?"

The man seemed offended at this. "Certainly not! Do I look like some sort of angel?"

Taking a good, long look at the man, Light had to concede that the man looked nothing like a pure, heavenly angel.

The bright obsidian eyes with a tint of red lingering in them, of course, were a dead giveaway, although rather than glowing hellishly, they were sparkling with amusement. He was clad in simple jeans and a white, long-sleeved shirt- normal clothes for anyone of this era. He had spikey, feathery black hair that looked as if it refused to be tamed by a brush, and when he grinned, Light could see small fangs poking out. When he tilted his head to the side, his ears were exposed, elongated and possessing sharp tips.

And now that he looked- holy fuck, were those small little bat wings attached to his shoulder blades?!

Apparently they were, because they flapped lazily a few times, as if affected by Light's scrutiny. And Light also saw a black, dainty tail waving out from the man's back, tipped with a triangle-shaped point at the end. Classic demon tail.

Oh, hell. This had to be a dream. A dream… and as it was a dream, Light decided to humor the odd thing that that was couching in his chair.

"You look more like a demon to me," Light told him, eyes flickering down the man's crouching form.

A dream, please let it be a dream, because Light didn't think that his mind, already under enough stress from getting perfect grades, could handle some weird creature-thing suddenly showing up like this as well.

The man on his chair shot him a glare, a hand going up to his lips to nibble on a finger, almost angrily. "I can't win, can I?" he muttered exasperatedly, before he stopped his nibbling, hand dropping to his knees as the other went up to scratch at his mess of flyaway black locks contemplatively. "Although you're technically right; in the classification order, I do belong to the class of Daemonium, which are the demons," the man added thoughtfully.

"You're a demon?!" Light yelped. "Oh God, I need an exorcist…" he trailed off, sitting down heavily on the bed and dropping his head into his hands, pillow discarded off to the side.

The man drew himself up indignantly, somehow looking impressive despite the messy crouch. "You want to exorcise me? I just got here! Besides, I don't want to eat your soul or anything; I'm not that classification of demon!" he said vehemently, glaring at Light.

"Classification?" Light repeated incredulously. "Demons can be classified?"

The man seemed to forget his anger, grinning and relaxing once more. "Of course! In all actuality, there are four main kingdoms instead of the accepted three: Archea, Bacteria, Eukarya, and the little known Creatura, which beings such as I belong to!"

He leaned forward on the balls of his feet, hands gripping the fabric of his pants as he smiled at Light. "Want to hear my classification?" he all but purred.

Wary of the demon's new mood, yet still curious, Light reluctantly nodded, thinking of how that sounded like an extremely bad pick- up line. It seemed to be delivered as one as well.

Leaning back, the demon cleared his throat dramatically, closing his eyes for a moment and bringing his hand up to rest against his chest daintily. "Alright, my classification:

"Kingdom: Creatura, which means non-human or animal beings, basically any mythical creature.

"Phylum: Arcana- All the Creatura in this phylum can use what humans call magic, which is actually just using our energy to change the shape of the material world. Not all of the sorry little blighters are able to use it, like dwarves-rather bad tempered, they are- and centaurs.

"Class: Daemonium- Demons. Just because a Creatura belongs to this class doesn't mean that they're evil. We simply possess and utilize 'negative ' energy, or energy that comes from sources that aren't considered 'good.' But I'll expand on that later.

"Order: Parasitus- Pretty self- explanatory. We feed off of our host.

"Sub-Order: Symbiota- There are two sub orders to Parasitus. Symbiota means that we don't harm our host while we feed and are attached- in fact, you'll actually find that we help each other out. Now, if my sub order was Parasita, you'd have some problems, because those belonging to that sub order eventually weaken, then kill their host before moving onto the next. I've met a few- nasty, foul- tempered little buggers."

"Family: Industria Comedentis- I feed off of energy. There are different families under the order Parasitus- some eat the flesh of their host little by little, others suck all the life energy out, but I use energy gained when you- aaaactually, I'll get to that later as well…"

"Genus: Nightmare- I can access and control your dreams to gain what I need to survive. Death is also a Nightmare, just so you know. Has a rather dry sense of humor, but no surprise there 'cause he's actually just a skeleton in a cloak."

The man paused, taking a deep breath, and then grinned. "And last but definitely not least, since this is probably the thing that'll make you flip, my Species!" His grin seemed to get wider. "I am an incubus, feeding off the sexual energy you expel when you orgasm, and your lust whenever you get horny or aroused."

He winked at the shocked -and mortified- Light.

"By the way, thanks for last night. I haven't eaten in over fifty years, so I was rather hungry. That really hit the spot," he said, laughing slightly at the unintentional pun.

Then, the incubus cocked his head. "Actually, I'm still hungry. My powers have been incredibly and dangerously depleted while I was asleep, so why don't you strip and feed me?"

There was a moment of silence before Light snapped. "You want me to masturbate in front of you so you can feed off of it?! And you feed off of me every time I masturbate or have sex?! That's sick, you perverted demon!"

"Actually, just your lust works too, but orgasms are definitely the most filling." The incubus shrugged. "And if watching makes you uncomfortable, I can always turn around."

Light opened and closed his mouth, enraged but unable to find a proper comeback, settled on glaring at the demon before flopping back down onto the bed, arm thrown up to rest over his eyes.

At this, the incubus's eyes lit up and he leaned towards the bed, resting his hands on his knees. "Oh good, is it breakfast time?"

Light ignored him, thinking furiously. The demon… there was a demon in his room. A demon that had seen him masturbate. A demon that had appeared in his dream last night. A demon that was standing before him right now, wanting him to jerk off in front of him so that he could have his meal. A demon-

That didn't have a name. He couldn't keep referring to it as 'the demon.'

Sitting up, he uncovered his eyes to take in the demon that was staring at him intently. "I can't keep calling you 'the demon.' You have a name, right?"

Huffing, the demon leaned back. "Well, don't call me a demon, then. Although I am a demon, more specifically, I am an incubus, and extremely proud of it. And I don't really have a name, although your grandfather gave me one. He called me L. As I recall he wanted something simple, and so he decided on just L. So I guess that's what you can call me," the newly named L said thoughtfully.

Light nodded. "L, then." He looked at the alarm clock, then jumped to his feet. "Shit! I've got to get to school!"

L perked up at this, watching interestedly as Light gathered his clothes and went into the bathroom. "School? Oh, the place where young humans go to learn! I wonder what it'll be like…"

Inside the bathroom, Light glanced at the door separating himself from the demon. "You're not going to find out, because you're not coming. I can't have a demon trailing me to school!"

"I'm an incubus!" L's voice came from the mirror, causing Light to yell out and turn around, shocked when L's head and shoulders were shown in the mirror. He propped an elbow on the mirror's edge, leaning his head against it. "Better get used to seeing me, Light. I'll be following you everywhere from now on! Can't let my meal ticket get away from me, now can I?"

"Meal ticket?!" Light spluttered indignantly. "That's all I am? And why the hell can't you leave me alone? And where did you learn my name?!"

"I have amazing demonly powers." L rolled his eyes, then pointed to the door. "I read it off one of your notebooks that happened to be lying on your desk. And hopefully you'll become my friend along with being my meal ticket. And I really can't leave you alone because as a parasite, I live within you, Light." He grinned devilishly. "I reside in your brain, the part where all the thoughts and fantasies regarding sex are gathered. Rather interesting place, it is. I never knew you wanted to do that with chocolate…"

"Alright, enough!" Light snapped, tugging on the coat to his school uniform and glaring at the smirking L. "Is there any way I can get rid of you?"

L nodded. "Of course. If you want me out of your mind, feed me enough so that I can take on a corporeal form. Of course, I can never really leave you completely, but if I get my own body, at least I won't have to be with you 24/7."

"Not gonna happen," Light growled, opening the door and stalking back out to his room, where L was waiting.

"What? The masturbating or me getting my own body?" L blinked, then started fluttering his eyelashes. "Aw, are you that attached to me already?" he cooed.

He simply glared at the smiling demon, ignoring his antics. "Do you ever go away? And how do you keep popping in and out of the mirrors?"

"I told you- I'm part of your mind. Everywhere you go, I go. Mirrors are easier to project my image onto, or possess, and I spend less energy doing so, although I can walk around in this incorporeal form. You're the only one that can touch or see me, so I wouldn't talk to me unless we're alone. Unless you want to be mistaken for one who's insane…?"

Light gritted his teeth. "No," he ground out, before turning to stride out of his room, grabbing his backpack and slinging onto his back as he did so. The padding of L's bare feet on the wooden floor followed him, and he tried to ignore the silent, smug presence of the annoyance behind him.

He whirled around, getting a wide- eyed, innocent look from the smiling incubus. "Can't you disappear into my mind or something?" Light complained.

Tapping a finger on his mouth, L nodded. "I could do that, but I'll still be able to talk to you, Light."

For some reason, the sound of his name spoken in the baritone voice of the incubus made him want to shiver, but he suppressed it. "Fine, whatever. I just don't want you trailing after me. It makes me uncomfortable to have you following me everywhere."

L crossed his arms, an almost pouty look on his face. "You know, I won't do anything to harm you. If something happens to you, I can't feed off of you, and then I'll have to go back to sleep to keep from starving, and I'll have to wait until someone else comes along with desires as strong as yours. And besides, your grandfather asked me to look over his family and house after he died. Harming you would go against my promise. And I always keep my promises," he finished almost proudly.

Light shook his head. "Fine, whatever. But can't you go find someone else like me that's obviously not me?"

L's eyes widened , and an almost hungry look darkened them as he stared straight at Light. "But I don't want to do that."

"Why?" Light ranted. "I didn't ask to be latched onto by a demon!"

"Like I said, abandoning you would go against my promise, and I also don't want to. You're quite special, you know that?"

"How am I so special compared to all the other humans in the world?"

L smiled, a predatory one showing off his sparkling white canines. "You're special because of the way your lust tastes when I take it in," he purred, sidling closer, tail whipping back and forth and his small- Light refused to call them cute, damnit!- bat-wings fluttering.

Light's eyes widened- the incubus seemed to be on full seduction mode, obsidian gaze darkened and hungry, coming towards him with a mesmerizing grace, almost as if he were gliding.

And for the first time, Light saw the appeal in the male incubus. His form was slender and lithe, with a small, trim waist and slim hips. He had beautiful features and pale, smooth skin that seemed to glow slightly, surrounded by layered, spiked hair and offset by thickly lashed, black eyes. And his voice was like pure honey when he spoke at the time, gliding closer.

And it was then that Light realized that L was downright dangerous when he was like this.

"Your lust tastes like a fine wine, aged to perfection and with a hint of delectable spice that makes my very fingers and toes tremble," L whispered, coming close enough to run his lips over Light's throat. The caramel- haired teenager found himself unable to move, mesmerized by the sudden seductive change in the incubus. "You're like a delicacy to me, Light. It's very easy to become addicted to you, so sweet and delectable, when all the others in the world are nothing but bland, common food, overdone without any spices."

Stunned, Light couldn't do anything when he felt slim fingers trail down his shirt, and lightly brush against his groin. "I want you to feed me, so I can taste you again."

"Light? What are you doing? You look as if you've seen a ghost."

Light jumped as L swore and withdrew, glaring at the small girl standing at the bottom of the stairs. She raised a black brow as she stared at a red-faced Light. "I'm fine, Sayu," Light told the small girl. "I just remembered something… unpleasant… I have to deal with today," he said, giving a small, unnoticeable glare towards the incubus, who stopped glaring at the small girl to flash him an unrepentant grin.

"Oh," Sayu said, then turned to wander off, uninterested in her brother at the moment. "Have a good day at school, Light."

Light waited until his sister was out of sight before turning to tell the incubus exactly what he thought of his little seduction tactics, but L was nowhere in sight.

In here, Light.

Once again, Light yelped and jumped as the voice came unbidden inside his mind. "What the fuck?" he hissed, bringing a finger up to poke at his temple.

I told you, Light. You really must start paying more attention to me. Until I get enough energy to gain a solid form, I reside in your mind, so I can talk to you anytime in here. You just might not want to answer me, unless you want people to see you talking to no one in particular.

Clenching his fists at the demon's words, he started down the stairs, stopping only once in the kitchen to grab his lunch and breakfast from his mother, then to the door.

However, he stopped, one hand on the doorknob, and turned to look at his reflection in the mirror next to the door. Critically gazing at his face, he thought over the incubus's words.

Do I really taste that good? he pondered, reaching up to run a hand over his lips thoughtfully.

A dark chuckle came from his mind. Better, in fact.

Shaking his head in an attempt to rid himself of the demon's voice, he turned away to open the door and walk out, slamming it behind him. Perverted sex demon.

Thank you.

"Augh!"

After that last comment, L was surprisingly silent all the way to school, not saying a single word. It was like the incubus wasn't there.

Of course, this did nothing for Light's nerves, and he expected the incubus to suddenly pop out at him at any moment.

Still, he got to school without any incident, relaxing slightly as he greeted his friends and went to class, soon forgetting about the incubus possessing him.

Although, the incubus hadn't forgotten about Light.

L was content to simply lie silently, taking in the human world that he hadn't experienced for 50 years. It certainly had changed in the years he'd been asleep. And in fact, there was simply no chance for him to mess with Light.

That was, until the crossover period before the last class of the day. From Light's talking throughout the day, he had gleaned the fact that art was Light's last period, and from using his enhanced demon senses to eavesdrop on other humans, as he'd been doing all day, he gathered that the art teacher was having them do self- portraits that day.

Inwardly, L smirked in his corner of Light's mind. Self- portraits= mirrors, which L could easily possess.

Hey Light, the incubus singsonged, making himself known for the first time since arriving at school that day, I know what you're doing in art today…

Light flinched, obviously having forgotten that the demon was sharing his mind. Glancing around to make sure that he could answer without anyone seeing too much, he muttered, barely moving his lips, "What is it, you sex demon?"

Psh, as if I'd tell you. You never did feed me this morning, L replied, taking sadistic glee in holding the knowledge hostage as payback for not being fed that morning. Actually, I was taking a nap before, he fibbed, so that's why I wasn't awake. But now that I am, I find myself rather bored…

Light rubbed his forehead with a sigh as he walked into the classroom. Stupid sex-demon-incubus-thingy, leaving him hanging…

But he froze halfway to his seat as he remembered the demon's words. A bored and awake demon spelled not so good things to come for Light. A flash of panic racing across his mind, Light frantically looked around the room, seeing all sorts of reflective windows on the walls. Windows that the demon could easily possess.

All of a sudden, the demon's black-eyed reflection appeared in the very window Light happened to be looking at. "Windows aren't the only things I can possess, Light," the incubus said, winking as he did so. "I'm quite looking forwards to this next class."

Letting out a small cry, Light dropped to the floor, crawling the other few feet to his desk and crawling up into it, keeping his face trained away, away from the windows. In his rush to get away from the demon- possessed window, he didn't notice the framed object that lay upside down on his desk in front of him…

A large hand grabbed his shoulder. "Light, are you alright?"

He jumped halfway out of his seat, panic turning to relief when he saw it was only one of his friends looking at him with concern in his deep blue eyes. "Yeah, I'm fine." He glared at the window. "I'm just dealing with something unpleasant."

L's reflection clasped his heart, feigning a hurt look. "Aughow, Light, that was cold," he muttered. "For an incubus, I think I'm actually quite pleasant. Now, my younger brother, on the other hand…"

Light tuned out the muttering demon as the art teacher walked in, smiling at his students. "Good afternoon, class. Today we'll be drawing self- portraits."

Light froze at the words, while the incubus in window next to him chuckled almost evilly. "If you'll look down on your desk, you'll see that there's a mirror there, and a piece of paper underneath. I want you to draw yourself to the best of your ability," the teacher continued, "and hand it in at the end of class. You may begin."

Groaning, Light reached out to hesitantly flip the mirror over, not surprised to see L's reflection already in the mirror, who grinned widely. "Fancy seeing you here, Light."

He slumped in despair. "Kill me now," he muttered, dropping his head down on the desk, forehead hitting it with a soft 'thump.'

"Mr. Yagami, is there something wrong?"

Picking his head up, he looked up almost miserably at his teacher. "Actually, I don't feel too good," he lied. "May I go to the nurse's station and lie down?"

L laughed as the teacher shook his head. "No, I need these turned in today. Anyone who doesn't finish this will have to stay after school." And with that, he continued his way down the space between the desks, occasionally stopping to give advice or a critique on another student's work.

"Looks like you're not going to get out of this so easily, Light," L murmured smugly. "Better get to drawing, unless you want to be stuck all alone with a mirror and myself after class."

"I can't draw when your face is taking up the mirror," Light hissed quietly, so as to not draw attention to himself.

Pulling away from the mirror a bit, L looked down at the edges speculatively. "Oh, my. Seems you're right. Well, this won't do, now will it?"

L's face disappeared from the mirror, and a split second later, Light felt something warm and solid pressing against the whole length of his back, and on the outsides of his thighs. Slender arms wrapped around his chest, and L's head rested on his shoulder, warm breath tickling his ear. "There. Now you can draw."

Clenching his pencil, Light sighed heavily, trying to gain a sense of patience and self-control. "I can't do anything with you like that," he muttered vehemently.

"But I'm not blocking your view," L replied, turning his head to his cheek was resting against Light's shoulder. "You're perfectly capable of drawing like this." A second later, Light felt L's cheek bunch up, a smile no doubt forming on the incubus's pale face. "Or am I so distracting that you can't concentrate?"

"Distracting like a pain in my ass," Light hissed back.

"Ooh, how suggestive," L all but purred.

"Is there some reason you've not yet started, Mr. Yagami?" a deep voice suddenly came from the left, and hesitantly, Light looked up to see the stern face of his teacher.

"Sorry," he apologized. "Some unpleasant thoughts distracted me for a moment there. I'll get to work right away."

Accepting Light's explanation, the man meandered away while Light sighed and faced his reflection, seeing L eyeing his neck hungrily, licking pale lips. He raised a hand as if to swat L away before halting, knowing it would look odd if he were to try to swat away something that wasn't there. "Get the hell away from my neck, you sex demon," Light growled.

L raised his black eyes to meet Light's amber ones in the mirror. "I'll stop if you get to work. I want to go home after this so you can feed me without any worry of interruption."

Light shut his eyes tightly, praying for patience. "If I get to work will you sit quietly and not bother me?"

L nodded, silky strands of hair tickling against Light's neck. "But if you don't draw, I get to continue," he replied.

"Fine," Light huffed. Sliding the paper close to him, he took a quick glance at his reflection before sketching the famous circle and cross going through it, then started slowly adding in the features.

L, surprisingly, kept his word, sitting there quietly and not trying anything. Seems the demon was honorable after all. He had to wonder, though, why the demon was sticking with him. Sure, he said that he tasted good when Light did… that… but surely there were others that were like him? Others who would want a sex demon clinging onto them?

Besides, he thought incubuses were supposed to be lustful creatures that had sex with the opposite sex. L hadn't really tried anything other than this morning, which didn't really come to anything, and just bothered him. So why was he hanging around Light, a male, and bothering him instead of having hot, steamy demon sex with women?

The sudden feeling of his shirt being slid up slightly and a slender hand reaching up inside it to rub against his stomach had his eyes widening and body tensing in shock. He looked up from his paper to find L grinning at him devilishly. "You stopped drawing," L explained, "Which gives me permission to do this."

The hand crawled up further, reaching his chest and the fingers tugged gently at a nipple. Light jerked in shock, his cheeks reddening as a jolt of electricity, then a wave of heat flashed down his spine at the slight touch. "Keep drawing, Light," L whispered, "or my other hand might just go the opposite way this one is going."

Other hand going down-!

Cursing both the incubus and his reactions under his breath, he gripped his pencil harshly and started sketching once more, trying not to focus on the infuriating demon smiling at him, or the way his hot, talented fingers plucked and pulled at his nipple, making him feel hot and so very gooood… Especially the hand that was making its way down to play at the waistband of his pants-

What! Light jerked his head up, turning it to meet L's amusedly sparkling obsidian eyes directly. "You stopped again, Light. Does my touch feel that good?"

His fingers clenched the edges of his desk as he resisted the urge to suddenly reach down to his pants and grab the hand that was just slowly making its way inside his pants. The fingers curled suddenly, grasping the auburn hairs at the base of his stomach and giving them a firm tug. He jolted and then abruptly choked, trying to hold back a moan at the incredibly arousing feel of the hair trailing down to his groin being played with.

"I'll draw, I'll draw!" Light whispered almost desperately. "Just don't go down any further!"

"Are you feeling alright, Mr. Yagami? You look quite flushed and rather sick." The teacher was looking down on him concernedly.

Forcing a -weak- smile, he nodded. "Yes, just felt dizzy there for a moment. Nothing's wrong." Except that he had a demon pressed flushed against his back with one hand rubbing his nipples and the other playing with his stomach hairs, gently tugging and curling them between slender fingers that seemed to give him a jolt of pleasure every time they touched him.

A sudden wave of panic hit him- what if his teacher could see his shirt bunched up and pants pulled slightly down?

L leaned forward further. "Don't worry- you're the only one who can touch and see me, remember? Makes it all the more fun for me…"

Suddenly, the bell rang, making Light jump and L cursed, disappearing. He reappeared in the mirror a few seconds later, scowling. "See? Now you didn't get finished and we can't go home," the incubus growled.

Inwardly, though, Light was slightly relieved. While staying after school and drawing while being harassed by a sex demon wasn't his ideal cup of tea, the incubus surely wouldn't do anything at a place where anyone could walk in…

Would he?

L must have picked up on what Light was thinking, because the incubus smiled wolfishly, showcasing white, gleaming teeth with small fangs. "If it's after school, I highly doubt anyone's going to come into an empty classroom, Light."

Light got up to go talk to the art teacher, groaning as he did so. "Curse you…" he mumbled to himself as he trudged to the desk, where he saw the teacher was picking up his coat.

The man looked up as he was pushing his chair in, and saw Light. "Ah, Light. I am sorry that you are sick today, but I do need those portraits so I can get them graded before the break coming up. However, since you're sick today, just do the best you can, and turn it in. I'll give you credit for what you managed. I won't be here, as I have to visit my friend in the hospital, but you can manage alone, right?"

Light heard L snickering in the mirror back on his desk, and mentally cursed. Alone with that sex demon for an unknown amount of time? Shit.

Still Light just smiled weakly, sucking it up. "Of course. I'll do my best."

The man smiled gratefully, glancing at his watch. "Thank you, Light. You are quite the ideal student. I've got to get going, so just finish up, and then you can go right home." He looked up at Light, a stern expression present on his face. "Get some rest, alright? It wouldn't do for you to get any sicker than you already are so close to the midterm." And with that, the art teacher swept out of the room, no doubt rushing to go see to his friend.

Snickering came from behind him, and Light whirled around, glaring, only to find L sitting on his desk, legs swinging freely and chin propped up on one hand and tail waving almost playfully behind him, wings fluttering almost like eyelashes on his back.

The demon grinned. "Well, now that we're alone…why don't you take the chance to feed me?"