BeforeNote: I know how late this is, and I'm very sorry. To tell the truth, I've been busy, lazy, and uninspired. Here's some good news; I bought a new laptop, so that means that I'll be able to make my weekly update.
Now, I'm surprised that I kept getting reviews (ok, so I've only had two), but I've also gotten more faves and alerts. A big thank you to all who kept with this story! As for what's been going on in Japan, I feel terrible. I've donated, and I wish I could do more. I hope everyone is safe over there. With that said, this chapter is more filler-ish. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. I think we all know that.
From atop of L, Beyond's smooth and lithe fingers gently ran up and down the detective's back, occasionally adding pressure to the tense muscles. L was getting a little hot and bothered. Beyond's fingers were just magic!
The digits continued their ministrations, then ascended to L's neck. The doppelganger used his index finger to move away the hair at the nape, then ghosted over the sensitive skin. L's breath hitched, and he shuddered as Beyond replaced the finger with his lips, and the detective could feel his face heating up even more. He gasped loudly and tightly grasped the sheets in his hands.
Beyond's lips quickly made their way across L's neck, up the side, and onto his right cheek, before going down the side once more to lick the pulse point.
"Ah-h.." L was a writing mess beneath his look-alike, and was currently biting his fist to keep from being too loud. He didn't want the children walking in or getting curious anytime soon. That would be the end of both men.
For a final time, Beyond let his fingers dance across L's neck, and he bent down to place a kiss on his other cheek. L let out a frustrated moan when Beyond pulled away, and said man smirked.
"Well, Lawli, I hope you feel much better," Beyond stated smugly as he crossed the room to get out a pair of socks. He put them on, and resumed his cheeky comments. "You were way too tense in the car. I'm going to go feed the children now. You just stay there and take a nice nap."
L flipped the bird to the door when Beyond exited and closed it. Sighing, he rolled onto his back, which really was less tense, and stared at the ceiling, trying to detect an intricate pattern through which he could evaluate the many dots and ask himself why the hell carpenters even created ceilings such as his.
Boy. He really needed to work on a new case. Either that, or find a way to relieve his sexual frustration.
Downstairs, Mello was chasing Matt with his sticky, gummy tarantula, and Near was sitting in the corner, playing with his miniature sized Transformer. Beyond, being the mother in this situation, was in the kitchen with a pink apron and matching chef's hat. Today for lunch, the children would have tuna sandwiches, while he and his sweet Lawli-pop would eat some homemade spanakopita. Yes, Beyond was the perfect housewife. He kept things in order, made sure the kids were safe during bath time, swept, cleaned, polished, vacuumed;
The perfect housewife indeed.
Six days had gone by since Roger and Watari left to attend to their business, and neither Beyond nor L had been contacted by either one. Beyond was becoming a little worried, but his motherly intuition told him that things would be all right. He smiled to himself, and just as he placed the last of the spanakopita in the oven, the house phone rang.
Hurriedly and smoothly, the man sprinted to the phone, almost knocking Mello and Matt to the floor.
"Moshi moshi?" he answered in Japanese, simply because he wanted.
"Beyond?" It was the voice of Watari, and he didn't sound to happy.
Taking notice of the older man's obvious irritation, he inwardly sighed, and answered in a calm voice, "Yes, sir?"
"Beyond, it seems that Roger and I were not properly able to settle these disputes with Iraq. They simply will not cooperate. Their resources are running low and we're offering every possible alternative to helping them out, but they won't damn listen. Getting to my point, we will have to stay here for at least another week to meet with the ambassador."
A cross between and innocent smile and devious smirk crossed Beyond's face, as the information of he and his Lawliet having more time together processed in his mind. "All right then, Watari-san. L and I will continue to watch over the little ones."
The anger in his voice seemed to disappear, because Watari cheerily asked how they were doing. Beyond relayed the information to him of the past six days, and the old man on the other end of the line nearly had a heart attack when he found out about Near's incident with the bath. He quickly calmed down, however, when Beyond informed him that L would no longer be supervising their bath time.
"Right, then," Watari began with his closing sentence. "I will be transferring more money to L's account for the extra week, which I am terribly sorry for."
"Oh, its no problem at all, sir. The children have been on their best behavior, and L and I have been getting along just fine."
"I hope so. Well, I need to hang up now. We've got another meeting in an hour."
"Right. Take care." Beyond hung up, and went to the kitchen to finish lunch.
"So, I just got off the phone with Watari," Beyond said to L, who was now in the dining room, trying to get the children in their seats.
L stared at Beyond, almost in disbelief that the man did not inform him of his caretaker's call. "And what did he say?" By this time, Near was seated in his high chair, chubby hands wrapped around his juice box, and slices of baby carrots on the mini table.
"Oh, nothing really. He called to check up on us, and…see how the children were doing."
Obviously, the man was hiding something. His red eyes held a certain mirth, and he would hardly make contact with L.
"What else did he call for?" Now, L was standing right next to his counterpart, trying to get a look into his eyes. Finally, in a whisper, Beyond revealed his 'secret'.
"They will be staying in Iraq for another week, so that means that we'll be together with the children for a little while longer."
L nearly paled at the thought of being with his evil counterpart for another week. That was an extra fifteen days! The detective was wondering how we was going to survive at all. First, the children who never seemed to tire out, and then Beyond, who was just a big tease.
"Um, earth to Lawli."
"Earth to Lawli!" a voice echoed out, and L barely recognized it as Mello's before he blacked out. The children gasped and became quiet, and Beyond merely sighed. Before picking him up and carrying him to his room, he served the children their tuna sandwiches with pretzels, and then hauled the unconscious man off.
When L awoke several hours later, he was surprised to find that the entire house was eerily quiet. Sitting up in bed a little too quickly, he clutched his head in agony, and slowly slipped off. He padded downstairs towards the kitchen and living room areas, where it was empty with the lights remaining on. Curiously, he peeked around the house to find the others, and finally came upon a note which was stuck to the refrigerator.
Lawli, I've taken the children to the park to enjoy a little sun. The kitchen is cleaned, and your lunch is in the conventional oven. Just warm it up for three minutes, and try not to burn down the house. We shall be back in a few short hours.
Glancing at the clock, L was surprised to find that it was three in the afternoon. So, he had apparently been unconscious for three and a half.
He shrugged, and turned on the conventional oven. As he was waiting, a small voice in the back of his head decided to make itself heard.
Do you remember what Beyond had told you before you passed out? The voice sneered, and L groaned in annoyance.
"Not you again," he said out loud, and put his lunch on a paper plate.
Oh yes, me again. Well, Lawliet; do you remember at all? I'll tell you, because it seems that you don't want to acknowledge this new information. You'll have Beyond for another week. A whole extra week added to your calendar. Aren't you just excited?
"I most certainly am not."
Sure, you're not. That's what you tell yourself. But just watch and wait; you'll grow tense and stressed with the children once more, and Beyond will have to take care of you again, just like earlier.
Shuddering at the memory of Beyond's less-than-sensual massage playing in his mind, L tried to argue with his inner voice. "His hands were too soft; it wasn't very enjoyable."
But the noises you were making proved otherwise.
L blushed.
You can't keep denying that there's something there, Lawliet; that you feel some sort of passion for the man. Just admit that you enjoyed that moment earlier.
"There is nothing to admit! I feel nothing!" L was yelling by now, his voice echoing off the kitchen walls. His inner self was not moved, however, and laughed, a throaty, almost dry laugh.
You're only lying to yourself, L. Is it because you're too scared to open up to him? With that final thought and question left in his mind, the voice disappeared, and L stood standing in his spot in the kitchen, shaking, and a bit flustered.