A/N: Just a heads up. You might be confused, but the first half of this chapter is actually L's viewpoint of what happened just before Chapter One. So don't confuse the timeline.

Light was visibly tossing and turning about on the bed. Regardless of Light's slightly distracting actions, L ignored him. He held up a certain grey-coloured iPad in the peculiar manner he had always held items, scrutinizing the object with a strong curiosity hidden beneath his wide-eyed gaze. He stared for a long time, his eyes catching the words so quickly it was as if his eyes hadn't moved at all. This was the fifty-fourth time he was scanning through its contents, although it was not needed for someone with mental capabilities like him. He had the contents memorized the first time he had saw it. No, he did not require any confirmation whatsoever. The reasons why he was going through the contents again and again were entirely different.

L was baffled. He took a furtive glance at Light's form covered beneath the blankets. Surely Light, the only one who could match his intellectual degree, would react the same way he had; mildly shocked and curious... right? Why had Misa passed such an item to him…? Maybe it was some kind of test. But what kind…?

He began reading through the content slowly once again, in no hurry at all. It was, after all, something he had all the time in the world to think about.

"Ngh… I can't…" his breath hitched, "I can't… ah… take it anymore…"

He grasped at the bed sheets, hips lifted, wantonly begging to be taken. He could not wait any longer… The man above him chuckled, holding his wrists even more tightly. His hand trailed up the boy's shirt, savoring the whimpers the boy was making. He bent down to his lover's ear and whispered adoringly, "No… it's only just the beginning…"

The man beneath him shivered at his words.

"Ahh…!" Light groaned as L started to—

The first time he read it, he had stopped at this exact part as realization slowly seeped in. How could he have been so... slow? He should have guessed. It was obvious that the two participants in the sexual act were Light and L respectively; otherwise Misa would not have bothered to force him to read it. Wait, except that she had not forced him to read, had she? His curiosity had got the better of him. It was he who had decided to read the iPad's contents.

He continued reading now, his interest piqued as to what would happen next.

"Ahh…!" Light groaned as L started to (he had stopped here) thrust into him vigorously. Light's hips rocked to the tempo L had set, desperate to feel more of that hot, hard rod. Light grasped L's back, fingernails scratched deep into the pale skin, leaving red, long marks. However, L felt no pain; he had barely even noticed. All he only knew now was the hole wrapped around him. It was tight… oh-so-tight and hot. He just felt like pounding into it with every ounce of strength he had, building up the sweet, sweet pleasure…

Light was screaming now, shivering fingers clenching the bed sheets, perspiration dripping down his face in an erotic manner. L looked at the man beneath him as he thrust again and again. In. Out. In. Out. The mind-blowing pleasure reached its maximum point, both parties panting as the pace increased to a blur.

With a erotic loud moan, L-

L stared at the screen blankly. The page was cut off, as the iPad's screen could contain no more words. If he wanted to continue, he would have to scroll down. He slowly put the iPad down onto the bed.

Why wasn't he scrolling down? Did he not want to know the story's ending? L looked up to the ceiling, biting his thumbnail as he thought. Surely he wouldn't stop reading at this point of time?

L, unable to come to a conclusion as to why he had stopped, suddenly turned to look at the clock by the table. It was two at night. Light was under the covers, curled up, sleeping. Some tossing and turning occasionally disturbed his 'peaceful' sleep, but it seemed like the boy was somewhat resting.

L carefully used his forefinger and thumb to remove the blanket. Light suddenly moved. In response L recoiled backward, deep eyes wide, ready for Light to mistake for some thief and attack him. (It had happened before.) He paused for a few moments, breathing quietly, heart thudding. Light was, to his surprise, still asleep. After sharing the same bed as the boy for several months, L had come to know that Light was an extremely light-sleeper. (No pun intended.) For Light to have not noticed such movements would mean that he was very tired.

Now that the blanket was off the boy, he could see Light's full form. He was sleeping on his side facing L. Light's usually perfectly set hair was disheveled, strands sticking out in different directions. His eyes were closed. His expression held one of a frown; his brows knitted tightly together. He was wearing rather plain pajamas, (not kiddy ones) which were blue in colour. (Although L could not make out exactly what kind of blue it was in the dark, he had remembered it was light blue.) (Again, there are no pun intended.)

Albeit the slight frown, Light still looked perfect. The glow from the iPad's screen shone dimly on his face, accentuating his flawless beauty within the shadows formed on his face. Light was, L had to admit, by normal human society's standards… good-looking. No, it was not only that. He was beautiful. Perfect.

In fact… scarily perfect.

How would Light react to the iPad…? L wondered silently to himself. He had thought of many feasible outcomes, however, he just had to know for sure. Light was always surprising him in more ways than one. Light was a completely uncontrollable creature, mystifying and unthinkable in his actions. Constantly creating the unexpected… That was what had L so… enchanted. Light himself was an addiction. An alluring addiction in which L could not quit.

It was frustratingly… satisfying. Yes, it was tremendously contradictory. However he would not have been able to express it properly otherwise. Perhaps that was why Light was such an appealing enigma. He could not be defined.

Countless of thinking and observing had not proved helpful in quenching his thirst of unraveling the mystery that was Light. It was strange for L to experience such… feelings and desires. Why was it that the more he got closer to Light, the more his desire to understand him deepened? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way round? Whereby the more L got to know Light, the more his curiosity would be quelled?

It was slightly alarming that had L taken a long while to realize he had been staring at Light's sleeping form… for about eight minutes and forty-six, forty-seven, forty-eight seconds…

Why was it that he repeatedly did that without being able to withhold himself? That was another mystery in itself. Light was just that; anything regarding him was just filled with question marks. Question marks that boggled and irritated L to no end.

Although in the end he still couldn't help it.

He reached out a slender finger towards Light, casting a long shadow on his body. His finger almost touched Light's face, hovering just above the smooth skin of his left cheek. He hesitated, suddenly wondering why he was attempting to touch Light. Why was there a flaring desire to feel Light? L tilted his head to the side, his left hand still in an almost-touching position on Light's face. He was seated in his queer position, with his legs drawn up and one of his hands (the one with the handcuff) on his knee. His other hand was, obviously, quite preoccupied at the moment.

Maybe a poke would suffice to bring a halt to his desire of wanting to feel how Light's skin was like. He sulked as he realized he had used the word 'maybe'. Why was it that he always got distracted with Light's presence? At first he had convinced himself that he was merely observing his suspect for any suspicious actions. However, as time went by, he realized that that wasn't his sole reason of why he was constantly looking at Light. (Although that was the main reason.) He had other motives too. The only possible conclusion he had (very reluctantly) come to was that he found observing Light rather pleasant. Other than that, he could not come out with any more reasons. Very frustrating indeed…

His hovering hand suddenly changed its posture, turning slightly. L decided that using the back of his hand felt more… suitable, in a sense. He caressed gently, slightly frowning as he made contact with the skin. Why was he even doing this…?

He slowly brought his hand back to himself as he pondered over the very being that was Light Yagami. So confusing and unpredictable. So… special.

He reached out his hand again, but this time to cover Light with the blanket. He would not allow the boy to ever find out he had been… experimenting… how touching Light would feel like. It felt irrelevant, that was all.

Once he made sure Light was snuggly covered by the blanket as he had been about twelve minutes ago, his attention went back to the iPad. He lifted it up in between his fingers, staring at it blankly. It wasn't that he did not dare to scroll down. It was that he just… did not want to, for some unfathomable reason. With nothing better to do now, he looked to the clock by the table again. Three.

Usually, he would have known the time without the aid of a clock. However, Light's presence always managed to cause him to lose track of any sense of time. How odd.

L turned back to the iPad, examining its contents for what would be the fifty-sixth time. It was then that L suddenly felt someone's eyes on him. Undeniably Light's. L felt the bed shift as Light sat up, a fiery gaze contained in those light brown eyes. Clearly Light was rather upset over something.

"Ryuuzaki, could you avoid facing the iPad's screen directly in my face? I can't sleep like that."

Light was very much annoyed. Hmm.

"Why not?" Irritating Light brought much pleasure to L. It was hilarious to witness sleepy Light's reactions.

"Because I'm human. Now just switch off that stupid iPad and get away from me."

L continued to look at the iPad as he replied, "I apologise, Light-kun. I did not think that I would disturb you," without sounding the least bit apologetic. Well, he wasn't sorry at all…

...

Ryuuzaki…

Ryuuzaki… Hey, Ryuuzaki…?

Hey, Ryuuzaki. Ryuuzaki!

Was it him, or was he hearing someone calling his name…? No, not his name. It was his alias Ryuuzaki.

"Ryuuzaki? Ryuuzaki are you awake? We're going to be late… I can't leave without you because I'm chained to you, remember? The Taskforce are working today as well."

L felt a slight shaking of his shoulder. His eyes snapped open. He was lying on his side and was previously asleep. In his dream he had recalled what had happened before Light had woken up during the night. Now Light awaking him was most probably because the Taskforce was arriving soon, and they had to prepare. Since Light would take a fairly long time to prepare and look presentable it would be approximately seven in the morning. This much he processed in his head in a matter of seconds. He turned his body to look at the clock– only to feel a sharp, piercing pain.

"Ugh!" L let out a cry as the terrible sting caused a painful sensation to course through his body. He stopped all movement immediately. It had hurt.

At once Light was by his side, supporting him by the forearm. L glared daggers at him as the memories from last night came back at him in full force. Light did not look sorry at all as he murmured, "Careful…" L slowly got up with much difficultly (to his dismay) and turned to look at the clock. Yes, as he had calculated, it was about seven o' clock.

"It'll hurt. But soon the pain will go away." Light said in a soothing voice. L found didn't find it comforting at all. Now that he was looking at Light, he suddenly realized that Light was fully clothed. And he was not. He spotted the wet cloth by the table, confirming his suspicions. Light had wiped himself down... Well, well. Light had gotten prepared without awaking him. Perfect.

"Funny how you seem to be perfectly alright, " L hissed, venom clearly laced in his voice. He was annoyed that Light didn't have to hurt as much as he did. How unfair was that?

"It's… I…" Light looked slightly guilty, but that didn't dampen L's anger. Both were silent for a few moments as L tried to stand up on his own.

No. No, this wasn't happening. He half walked, half stumbled into the toilet as quickly as he could, and stopping in front of the mirror, wide eyes taking in his form.

The mirror. His reflection... No...

This was terrible.

He had a hickey. On the right side of his neck.

"Light-kun. I currently possess a very noticeable hickey."

Light stepped in the bathroom after him.

"I noticed."

A/N: Hey guys! So... I'll make this Author's Note as short as I can. Were you guys confused? I hope not! Hopefully the Author's Note at the beginning of the Chapter managed to steer you guys away from the confused zone! :3

I have been very busy for the past few days because of my new school... And it is possible that I will be very busy everyday from now on. However! I promise to use my weekends to work on my Fanfictions! That I can promise :) I do not intend to give up on my works. But I might be a little slower than before, considering how I was using my holidays to write this fanfiction back then.

And I apologise for this chapter being as short as it was. I just managed to squeeze it out of me... I thought that ending it like this for this chapter would be just right. Although I have realized that my previous chapter was longer than this...

Some readers (and my friends) have suggested making this into a series. I am rather hesitant, but suggestions and opinions are welcomed. :) Please, tell me what you think.

Anyway, thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews, PMs, support and encouragement! I love you all so much! xD

- Anony x3

(PS: I'm sorry if I reply to your PMs or reviews late, but I do reply to all reviews and PMs. That is a promise I have made and will keep! xD)