Beep.
"Watari, could you arrange for today's meeting to be cancelled?" There was not a note of desperation present in his monotone voice, but Light could see the slight gleam of panic in his eyes. His slender finger was pressed on the button of his laptop.
L was fully clothed now; the usual white shirt and jeans draping from his graceful frame. He sat (or not) on the chair in his strange posture, his arm stretched slightly forward to reach the button.
Light stood beside him, his hand cupping his chin as he contemplated. To say that he had ravaged the boy a little more rough than he should have would be an understatement. L looked quite the same; wide adoring eyes that measured the depths of the sky, smooth porcelain skin of white, luscious coal-black hair…
Flushed cheeks, mouth partially opened in an arousing gasp, the panting resounding against the walls of the room, the tight grasping of the sheets with the little sounds of protest escaping those addictive lips, the moan that he had unwilling made; long and silky in its magical quality, causing shivers of want to run down his spine. All he wanted to do was touch that fair beauty, to feel the all of him, to be inside of him nownownownow-
As reluctant as he was, Light brought that train of thought to an abrupt stop, feeling a certain private area on his person beginning to… get rather excited. He left out a large sigh, willing his problem to go away on its own. It was, without a doubt, uncomfortable, but he could not afford L to notice it, although he was sure L would probably realize the second he was off the computer with Watari.
Light suddenly realized L was saying something. Concentrate, he told himself.
"They have arrived at the building, Ryuuzaki. Do I personally convey the message to them?" Watari's voice trailed from the speakers of the computer. L showed no signs of distress, but Light noticed his toes curling and squirming about. Light had not noticed how flexible those toes were. Interesting.
"No, Watari. Since they have already reached, let them in."
Afterwards, L remained silent.
Light began to perceive L's vacant stare into outer space as one of being deep in thought. Crudely put, he felt L's thoughts went along the lines of "About the crisis of the night's activities being revealed to my co-workers and possibly the Kira suspect's father, the probability of such would be –insert automatic calculation here- in this situation, while it would be about –insert automatic calculation here- percent in this situation. Now, about how I should reduce such chances to at least a mere five percent without seeming suspicious…"
Light kept quiet too, not wanting to disrupt L in deep thought. Now that he and L had actually (for real?) undergone sexual intercourse, he really did not know what to think. Light tapped his finger on the table unconsciously. It was, in the beginning, meant to be more of a joke teasing L about his lack of knowledge in the practical field of sexual activities. Light was sure L was not lacking in terms of theory. In fact, he was certain L was a genius in biology. (That was to be expected, of course.) However, a mere joke had ascended into a challenge, and he had won. Except that from the start, he was not supposed to "win" anything.
Win? What had he won? L's virginity?
He looked to the detective. Hmm, it seemed like a pretty good win to him.
"What solution would you propose, Light-kun?" L's sudden voice startled Light, bringing him back from his thoughts. L's eyes were now fully on him, a questioning look on his face.
Light paused for while.
"What do you mean?"
"Light-kun knows what I mean."
Light could almost see the words "annoyed" emanating from L's aura. He held back a laugh. L's words sounded like a childish 'hmph!' to him. It was rather adorable in its own way.
"Cover it up or something. Or you could just skip today's work." Light replied, shrugging. His shoulders lifted up then dropped right back down, a very casual not Light-like movement. In response, L cocked his head to the side, his naturally spiky hair shifting along with his head.
"Light-kun is different today."
Light raised his brows.
"Light-kun is acting very differently today. He is acting strangely."
L pursed his lips, bringing his thumb up to rest on his bottom lip. He looked up at the ceiling, thoughts running through his head. Light, due to that action, caught full sight of L's hickey. The contrast against his perfect fair skin was great. It was completely obvious, and the same chill ran through him once again as Light savored in the sight. It was as if he had marked L as his and his only. It was a delicious thought; he owning L would be so thrilling… The poor detective would have to obey his every command like a helpless little lamb. He would rule him, and he would be God of the-
What?
What had he been about to-
"Light-kun?"
Light's head swiveled to the direction of L's voice, meeting his slight frown.
"About the… the…"
"Love bite." Light helpfully supplied.
"Ah, yes. The… umm… hickey. Do you suppose you have any concealer of sorts? That would be the best-"
Light walked into the bathroom, abruptly pulling L along. He looked around; spotting the object with his perfect eyesight. He grabbed a small bottle. It was a dark purple, with white cursive italic letterings on the cover.
"Misa left it here the other day. I don't use concealer."
"Light-kun doesn't require concealer." L mumbled under his breath.
"What did you say?"
"Please assist me with the applying of this repulsive substance, Light-kun."
Light rolled his eyes. Avoiding his question whenever he did not want to answer. Typical L.
"Yes, yes."
The day went by just fine, but L had been particularly panicky around the rest of the crew. On the outside L had looked perfectly fine, but Light counted that L had consumed only seven pieces of cakes, three pieces of candy and fifteen marshmallows that day. (And a blob of slimy sugar-like substance with the rest, but that was not the point.) With such little being consumed, L was obviously not in a clear state of mind. Moreover, his toes had squirmed more than twenty-four times that day. (He had not even included the duration yet.) It had tested Light's wearing patience, but finally, the rest had left and gone home.
The two sat in silence.
Light peered at L via the corners of his eyes. His toes were curling again. The twenty-sixth time, at least.
"Is Light-kun sorry for what he has done?"
L spun his chair to face Light.
In the glaring light, L's dark swirling (they were always so deep, filled with an incomprehensible, irresistible pulling force…) eyes were intently focused on him, as if digging deep into him, assimilating Light Yagami himself. Light inhaled deep. Truthfully speaking, Light had not been thinking straight the day before. He had physically desired L at that moment, (okay, well, now too..) but it was not as if it had been deliberately planned. Light Yagami was a born genius, not a pervert. He was just provoked by L and it just… gradually led to a situation whereby he could not stop himself.
"I… Yes. I am."
L blinked.
"Light-kun is lying."
"Okay. Yes. I am not sorry for-"
"Sexually assaulting me?"
Light sighed, letting out a deep breath.
"I am not sorry that it led to all of this. But I am sorry for hurting you."
Light could see L's reaction clearly; the wariness entering those enchanting eyes, the slight tense of his shoulders, the squirming of his toes… L hesitated for a moment, before slowly leaning forward towards Light. How L could maintain his balance in such an awkward position, Light would never be able to guess.
L wordlessly stretched out his right hand to the edge of the worktable they shared and clasped it tightly. With a graceful controlled pulling movement, he brought his roller chair much nearer to Light, closing the distance between them.
Light could not help but associate that simple movement with a young child sitting on a roller chair and riding it about like one would a horse. He remembered Sayu playing like that once upon a time. The four ends of the roller chair endlessly scraped the helpless floor and Sayu had repeatedly gained new bruises whenever she hit some furniture. Except that as compared to that childish image, L's movement was fluid, almost seemingly natural. It also held a rather (Light had to admit) sexy vibe to it. It felt like a predator slowly advancing, ready for that moment to pounce on its prey. Elegant, slender, aggressive, unrelenting… L. Perhaps it was because L's eyes never left his person as the action was carried out. The intensity of those mesmerizing eyes… Light could never seem to describe.
Now, both could sense that the atmosphere had suddenly gone through a one hundred and eighty degree change. For a long time, they were both silent, still and staring, both scrutinizing the other, wondering and thinking and always analyzing. At this stage, none were surprised. With each other, they often did not know what to expect anymore.
L and Light were so close; they almost feel each other's breath on their skin. Just like that night, where the impossible had brought into being the magic that had happened. The forbidden heated spark of their first night was once again there, hushed breaths escaping away like ripples on a water surface.
As if caught into this unexplainable enchantment, L unhurriedly extended his hand towards the side of Light's face, his eyes never leaving Light's. He paused, as if considering putting down his hand and walking away from the boy; walking away from the magic, walking away from the tangled mess of awakening feelings he possessed no words to describe.
Light Yagami; Kira suspect. Unfathomable. Incomprehensible. Demanding. Infuriating. L's personal puzzle; an unsolvable, ever-changing question mark. Ever since Light was forcefully introduced into his life, everything had changed. No, nothing had changed. He was the one who had changed. What did these perplexing feelings mean then? Another puzzle he had yet to solve.
But, most importantly, what of L?
L is Justice. Therefore L must always be L. Those were the rules of the game from the start. Any feelings of compassion of any sort had to be ruled out. Breaking the rules meant that L lost.
L never loses. Light Yagami and L are enemies. L is definite, Ryuuzaki is not. When had Ryuuzaki's feelings start challenging L's dominance and authority? When had Ryuuzaki become a burden to L? Burdens were to be ridden off. Feelings were unimportant. All that mattered was Justice, the very core that L had been made up of. It was his responsibility, the very reason of his existence. He was created for the deliverance of Justice. L held no soul, nor will.
And so all L had to do was to reject this awakening reality of Light Yagami; the foul filth that was ruining L, that was ruining Justice.
"Close your eyes, Light."
Light was surprised, but he compelled. His warm brown eyes fluttered close. At this point of time L almost reconsidered about what he was going to do. Light's long brown lashes were a beautiful contrast with his skin. The perfect contours of his face, the luscious lips that had-
trailed down from his neck to his body, then all the way up again; needy, rough, but kisses nonetheless. The burning trail of fire that had Lighted up his body blanked his mind completely. He could no longer remember the calculations nor the devious plans. All he could think of was LightLightLightLightLight-
L held his breath. All the more reason to do what he should do.
With a huge, rapid swing backward then forward, L punched Light in the face hard, the blinding force pummeling right into his cheek.
A/N: -peeks out from corner- Hello. Please don't throw rocks at me for the late update... I'm real sorry! I shall keep this Author's Note short. I have a plot for this story, though the way it develops really comes out different whenever my fingers fly across the keyboard... But, yes. It was supposed to have end, but hey, I decided to continue it so... here it is! Updates are undetermined, but I swear that I will try my best to squeeze time out to update!
-Anony
(P.S. Your reviews were really heart-warming to read and helped inspire me a lot! Thank you! ;_;)