Hey, all, here's chapter six. I need your guy's feedback about some of the sexxing, cuz.... well, the way I have it laid out, there's gonna be a lot *more*. So, if everyone's happy with that, cool, if not, I can skip some of it. I mean... it's a *lot* of sex. Oh, and I'm a little worried I overdid the internal monologue thing in this chapter. I like it, cuz in my world it's Light's overthinking that gets him into a lot of weird situations and... well, personally I think it would be really awesome if Light actually did daydream like that. Anyways, I'm rambling, so...
I don't own Death Note, and Mello got away from my living room. Sulk. Oh well, I'll get him back. I always do.
Ki11 me, Ki55 me
An hour later, the door clicked softly, opening an inch.
Matsuda's nervous face peeked in cautiously. "Uhm, Ryuzaki-san, Light-kun, were you two going to have lunch, or-" He froze. The door slammed and footsteps retreated rapidly down the hall.
"RYUZAKI-SAN RAPED LIGHT-KUN!!!"
Light jolted awake, sitting up and blushing bright red as he heard Matsuda retreat. "Matsuda! No, wait a second!" The brunette stood, yanking the bed sheet around himself and dashing for the door.
He was wrenched roughly back by the chain around his wrist.
GODDAMN THIS ABOMINABLE CHAIN TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL!
L looked up, cocking his head at the door. "... That is unfortunate. Your father will be very displeased, I should think."
Light felt his cheeks heat further as he yanked roughly against the bind. "Take this off this instant, I have to explain what happened!"
Oh, he did not want to think of his father hearing about this. He didn't even want to think about this.
L watched him for a moment in silence before pulling the cuff off and dropping it, saying simply, "There."
Light grabbed his clothes, pulling them on much less carefully than he normally would before shoving the door open and running after terrified man. "Wait a second, Matsuda!" He glimpsed the elevator door closing and heard an unintelligible shriek. The brunette's eyes narrowed and continued past the shiny metal doors to the stairwell, almost running down, his hands clumsily buttoning his shirt. "Dammit, dammit, dammit!" He paused as he got to the first floor, calming slightly when he registered no one was screaming yet.
But, just to double-check...
Light walked to the investigation room, peering around the doorframe. "Uh, Matsuda wouldn't happen to have come in here, did he...?"
His father looked up, brightening. "Light! Um, no..."
Light sighted, relaxing slightly.
Soichiro's face fell slightly as he continued awkwardly, "H... how did it go...?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing. I mean, fine, it went fine, I just need to... "
Find that overgrown child before he ran in here screaming like a little girl.
The chief frowned, standing. "Light? What?"
"Nothing, really, father. I just need to... find Matsuda, straighten something out, pardon me." The young man retreated quickly, sighing as he wiped his forehead. "Oh, thank God."
At least one thing hadn't been entirely screwed up yet.
"YAGAMI-SAAAN!!!" Matsuda raced down the hall towards the door.
Why did he have to add 'yet', why?
Light snatched the man's arm, pulling him away from the door. "Oh, no, no, no, my father is not hearing about... that!"
"B-but- Ryuzaki-san... and you- AAH!"
Soichiro stepped into the hall, observing the scene apprehensively. "Er, Light? What's going on here?"
Light slapped his hand over Matsuda's mouth, glaring at him, saying emphatically, "Absolutely nothing is going on." He watched Matsuda blink at him, dumbfounded, and slowly removed his hand, saying calmly, "Are we alright now?"
"... I'm very confused, son,"
Matsuda looked to his boss, to Light. "I-I... " To Light's father, to the boy he just saw enjoying gay sex afterglow. "I d- don't... I'M SO TRAUMATIZED!!!" He bolted down a side hall and out of sight.
The was a brief silence before Light removed his fingers from his ears, sighing, "I expected that to be longer."
"Light, what in the world is going on?!"
The brunette glanced away and after a moment, he muttered in a rush, "I had sex with L."
Soichiro blinked, his mouth falling open. "Wh... w- well, what about your name? Was it cleared?"
The brunette nodded, still not meeting his father's eye. "I'm free."
"Then that's good!" The older man smiled brightly, though he was visibly put-off. "Th... so... there- was there anything else to... say? I mean..."
God, this was so awkward, it was physically painful.
"Uh, not really, I guess... " The boy shrugged, his cheeks heating up. "I guess he just assumed his fixation with me had to do with the case..."
"Er, that's... okay..." Soichiro continued warily. "Then, Light... sorry if this seems insulting, but..."
Oh, that couldn't be followed by anything good.
"I mean, you two have... been intimate, so... is there anything going on between you?"
Being a genius really was a curse. He didn't want to have to think about that kind of thing.
Light shook his head, massaging his temple to ward off an oncoming headache. "No, no, we- that was just..." He sighed and said curtly, "I don't know, we didn't really talk that much."
Soichiro pressed on, "But... Ryuzaki is attracted to you-?"
A calm voice floated from behind them as the detective appeared. "Yes, Yagami-san." L's dark eyes turned to his past-suspect. "Light-kun, you didn't come back, so I followed."
Light tensed, glancing to his father and back to the detective. "Right, well..."
Soichiro turned to his son. "Come back?? As in, to bed?!"
He was afraid of that reaction.
Light lowering his flushing face into his hand, growling, "I'm talking to my father, L."
Who talked about seducing a person when their parent was right next to them??
L cocked his head curiously. "... Yes? My eyes are functioning properly, Light-kun."
"I don't think he wants to hear about this!"
"... Will you come back to bed if I stop talking?"
The brunette sighed, his shoulders slumping as he groaned, "Father, I apologize for this."
Soichiro's face was hidden in his hands. "... Light, I'm not even processing anymore."
"You're lucky then."
"... Is it alright if I let you two talk and... get back to working?"
"With all due respect, yes please."
L watched Soichiro hurry down the hall and disappear into the screening room, before turning back to his companion. "Will you come back to bed now?"
Light felt his face flush dark red and he walked quickly back to the elevator, pressing the 'up' button and grumbling, "I can't believe you said all that in front of my father!"
L bit his thumb thoughtfully, following close behind. "There was a ninety percent chance that he would stop all brain functions and go away, though. And he did."
Oh. Well if you broke his brain, that's alright then, isn't it?!
Light rolled his eyes, scoffing softly, "You and the percentages, what is the percent chance of us having sex again?"
"Light-kun is still angry, so it was lessened. But because he has asked that, it is up to forty percent."
The younger blinked, looking at the man beside him.
Forty percent?
Really?
He would have guessed... fifteen or twenty at most.
... Was he a slut in L's mind? Well, it's not as if he could have done anything, with the handcuffs and the blindfold, and...
Maybe he should have played harder to get.
"Forty percent. There's a forty percent chance that we're going upstairs and having sex again. Why."
L nodded slightly to the elevator, saying simply, "Because Light-kun is going upstairs again, presumably to heed my request of going back to bed. Otherwise, Light-kun would have no reason to go upstairs. And Light just asked the question of sex, which has brought up the topic. However, this is just speculation, so it's only forty percent."
Light considered this and countered, "But I'm tired, I still have to shower and rest, and we already did it twice today and it's not even noon."
L cocked his head. "Human males can orgasm six times in thirty-six minutes, Light-kun."
"..." The younger blinked. "... Please never try to prove that."
L shrugged as the elevator dinged softly and the door opened. "Light-kun's reasons are unfounded."
The brunette stepped inside, rising to the argument. "It is not, you're the one who's trying to get me into bed again."
The detective nodded, following. "But Light-kun enjoyed it. Or else he wouldn't have offered the second round."
Light narrowed his eyes as the elevator door closed. "I didn't-..."
... Oh come on, even you know that's a lie.
"... Alright, yes, I did, fine."
The detective shrugged. "Forty percent, Light-kun."
Light's lips pursed. "One day, you will explain to me how you determine all your percentages." The metal doors opened and the younger walked out quickly, back down the long hall to their shared room.
L ambled after him, biting his thumbnail and thrumming the fingers of his other hand on his jeans. "This is why it is preferable to have chains instead."
"Why?"
"Because then Light-kun could be pulled back to bed instead, and I could make his stubbornness go away again."
The younger man felt a familiar heat rise in his face and glared to cover it up. "Like you need the cuffs to do that, you pulled me places before you put those on me."
L nodded, tapping his thumb on his lips, saying thoughtfully, "Then perhaps cuffs aren't needed to have sex with Light-kun. This is a new concept." The bedroom door loomed ahead. "Will I be able to have sex with Light-kun again, or will I have to make him not stubborn again, though...?"
... Was it more troubling that the idea of sex without handcuffs was new to L or that he was musing out loud over whether or not he'd have to seduce him?
... No, both, both, guess they tie.
Oh, he's still expecting an answer.
" 'Not stubborn'? I'm always stubborn."
L watched the younger man with concealed amusement. "Light-kun gives in to sex when he's aroused though." Light pursed his lips, rolling his eyes as the blush on his face darkened. "Light-kun is turned on by talking about sex, too. Perhaps if I keep talking about it, he will even offer first... hm..." The detective opened the door, walking inside.
"..." Light followed him grudgingly, rebuking, "I do not get turned on by sex talk."
"But Light-kun blushes darker when I talk about touching him intimately."
"That's because you're talking about touching me, those are completely different matters!"
Yes, it did so make sense, shut up, logic.
The older man cocked his head. "Sex involves intimate touching though. Quite a bit of it."
I SAID, "SHUT UP", LOGIC!
"Yes, but-... Oh, stop making sense!" Light stormed to the dresser, picking up a plain comb and smoothing down his hair.
He heard L approach, and the detective rested his chin on the younger man's shoulder. "Light-kun shouldn't do pointless things like that. It's only going to get messy again." A cool hand slid up his thigh to his tightly clothed ass, squeezing lightly.
Light jumped, his body tensing as he pushed the detective's hand off, flushing faintly. "Stop that..."
L's other hand slid around him, gliding up the plane of his chest smoothly, fingertips rubbing a nipple softly. "Light-kun is being stubborn again. He's blushing."
The brunette started, jerking back on reflex before he realized it only pressed his body closer to the detective's chest.
The older man crossed his arms over the Light's chest, sliding his hands down to opposite thighs and massaging the flesh. He glanced at the younger man's face from the corner of his eye. "Light-kun hasn't stopped being stubborn yet. I wonder why."
Light gasped softly, feeling his body shudder as L's hands moved over him and he bit his lip softly to hold back a groan.
"Ah, it worked finally." He pulled the younger man sharply against himself; pressing their hips flush and stepping slowly back towards the unmade bed.
Light stumbled slightly, licking his lips and saying reluctantly, "We've already done it twice... I don't care if a normal human male can come six times in thirty-six minutes, I'm not used to it."
"Light-kun should be, his body his perfect for sex." The detective sat, guiding the younger man into his lap and wasting no time in running his hand down to the front of form fitting pants, massaging the hardening length.
The brunette felt his back arch subtly and he fisted his hands in the covers on either side of the older man. "A- ah-" Light cut his soft moan off by saying in a rush, "Why is my body... meant for sex?"
... Why would he ask that? Was he a masochist? Maybe just insane?
"It's slender enough to comfortably grab the hips and provide leverage. And the backside is very attractive and devoid of excess body fat so entry is more pleasurable." The detective trailed his lips up the blushing man's neck, continuing, "And it's even better tasting than cake."
.... Those were pretty good reasons.
Light lowered his shoulder slowly as he kneaded the covers with his nails like a cat, his breathing hitching as the detective worked relentlessly at the skin of his neck with his tongue and teeth.
L undid the catches of the younger man's pants, slipping them from his hips and refamiliarizing himself with the smooth skin on the younger man's thighs. He gave a rough bite to the juncture of Light's neck and shoulder, eliciting an arousing mewl from the beautiful brunette in his lap and distracting him from being lifted momentarily so L could undo and rid himself of his own pants.
Light's body jerked as he felt himself being pressed down slowly and his eyes widened as L entered him again, as gently as the first time. He cried out despite himself as L squirmed his hips, pushing in persistently as he wrapped an arm around his chest.
Stop this stupid fighting, you love it.
No, I still have my pride.
Pride is keeping you from enjoying this? Then get rid of it right now.
Why did he continue arguing with himself when so much more important things were going on?
L rolled his hips up, rocking deeper and groaning softly in time as they moved together, running his deft hands over the rapidly heating flesh before gripping the brunette tightly, laying back and rolling them over.
"L-!" Light quickly adjusted to the change of position and gasped as he felt L thrust into his body to the hilt, his hands fisting in the covers beneath him as heat and want spread through his body like fire, and he panted for breath as sparks shot down his shaking arms.
L's breathing was shallow as he moved again and again into the irresistible, prone body, working deeper and pressing his chest to the brunette's back, taking note of the fluttering muscles under tanned supple skin. One hand glided up Light's side, over his shoulder, up his shaking neck to the soft lips that L knew so well by now. He pushed two digits into the hot inviting mouth, exploring briefly.
"Mm-" The younger man jerked back slightly at the intrusion, his eyes wide as he moaned despite himself, his tongue flickering over the pads of the detective's fingers.
Ohh, this was good.
L was pulling out and thrusting back in with such a perfect rhythm, Light couldn't help but move his hips in time, swirling his tongue around the long pale fingers that were pumping in and out of his mouth suggestively. His body felt filled with electricity, every inch overwhelmed with feeling, all but his fingers. They were numb from their near impossibly tight grip in the sheets.
There was still a thought, why was there still this nagging feeling in the back of his mind...