Wah, I'm sorry, guys, I missed my last deadline! I try every five days, and to write a page each day, but for some reason last week a few days I just... didn't. Gonna try to avoid that, but with Fanime this weekend, it may be unavoidable. FAAAAANIMEEEEEEE!!!
Don't own it, but I will. (grin)
Ki11 me, Ki55 me
Light sighed, rubbing his eyes and saying quickly, "Yes."
The blush on the girl's cheeks darkened as she slowly pointed to the mattress below her. "... There was BL in this bed."
Light wrapped the sheets more firmly around his lower body, muttering almost indiscernibly, "There was BL more times than I could damn well count in this bed..."
Misa's face immediately brightened as she squeed, "Misa-Misa loves Light-kun even more now! He is a fan of yaoi too!" She almost tackled him off the bed, squealing happily.
Light fell back to the floor, yelping in pain before yanking an empty canister out from under his spine, blushing dark red as he tossed it under the bed.
The door opened a foot or so and L stuck his head inside. "This was unprecedented."
The blond still hadn't stopped squeeing. "This is so wonderful, when Light-kun and Ryu-chan announce their love for each other, Misa-Misa will take pictures whenever they kiss in public, and she will spearhead their fan club on her television show, and-"
"No! No, no, no, no!" Light's eyes widened as he sat up, saying emphatically, "There will be no love confessions, there will be no kissing!"
When the hell had his life turned into a circus and who did he have to kill to make it stop?!
The pop star paused, drawing back, confusion written on her face. "Then.. Light-kun and Ryuzaki-san are not in love...?"
"No. It was just an... experiment of L's."
Technically.
Light put a hand on Misa's shoulder, nudging her back slightly. "Misa, it would be really great if you would let me get my pants now." He braced himself as the blonde's sparkling eyes filled with tears again.
"Then... Light-kun... cheated on Misa for nothing... and doesn't like Misa at all!" The idol shoved his shoulder, scrambling up and running from the room, sobbing. "Misa HATES LIGHT-KUN!!"
... Goddamn the whole fucking world and everyone in it but... No, just everyone.
Light glared up at the detective, his voice almost a growl. "... I blame you for this."
"Light-kun never liked Misa-chan. So it shouldn't matter if Misa-chan gets mad at him and decides to break up with him and leave him single."
"Single". Read: available for a lot of gay sex.
The brunette's eyes narrowed as he pushed himself up, securing the sheets around his waist and walking around the bed to the joined bathroom. "I'm taking a shower."
The detective's eyes flickered up and down the younger man's body as he passed, following close behind him. "I will join Light-kun."
Mmhm. Him, L and a bathtub. Right.
Light turned on his heel, pointing at the older man. "No, you will not join 'Light-kun'!"
L frowned, his already slumped shoulders falling further. "But I could clean Light-kun faster than he could."
"I'm sure you would if you didn't get sidetracked along the way!"
"... But licking Light-kun would make him clean-"
"Ugh, no, it wouldn't, that's so unhygienic!" Light turned, continuing into the tiled room and looking himself over in the mirror. "Now leave me alone, I'm taking a bath!"
Good God, that was a lot of hickeys.
"Baths are even better for sexy scrubbing."
"For the last time, there will be no sex!"
"... It would make Misa happy again."
Light rolled his eyes, shaking his head and internally counting down the seconds until L would inevitably pin him to the wall and force him to make up for the hours he so selfishly spent sleeping. "I'm sure it would." A second later he felt a soft tug at his waist and glanced back to see said detective's hand fisted in the sheet covering his lower body. He felt his face flush as he pulled the white fabric higher, snapping, "Hey! Bad!"
The older man tugged harder. "But the sheet is blocking my view."
"As it's supposed to!" He shoved L's hand off and took a step back, eyes narrowed in a scolding glare.
The detective jerked at the thin fabric, matching his steps. "Then it is an unnecessary obstruction."
Dammit, Kira, heart attack all ready, maybe then he'd finally get back to a seven hour a night sleeping schedule!
"It is entirely necessary, now get out of here!" The brunette pointed back to the bedroom, pulling the makeshift robe higher. "I have to clean up!"
The detective wrapped the white clothe firmly in his hand and yanked hard, pulling it from the younger man's grip and letting it fall to the floor. "There. I have to clean too, Light-kun, and it would be senseless to waste water." Despite the "logical" reasoning, his eyes flicked down to the newly exposed skin, pale lips twitching to a slight smile.
The brunette's mouth fell open as he looked at the detective in disbelief. "My God, you have no shame!"
L nodded, pulling his own shirt over his head and dropping it with the sheet. "Light-kun finally noticed." The rest of his clothes followed as he bent to twist the knob for hot water, testing the temperature with a finger. He didn't have to turn to perfectly picture the younger man wrapping his arms around himself and blushing dark red, exhibiting a modesty he really shouldn't have between the way he looked and all he had experienced in the last twenty-four hours. "Light-kun, the combination of your glare and the heat from your blush is making me unnerved." He nibbled his thumb absentmindedly as he perched on the bath mat.
"Well, I wouldn't be blushing or glaring if you gave me a minute to myself!" The brunette reluctantly sat on the edge of the tub, letting his feet swish in the water.
"I haven't had my fill of Light-kun, though." The older man shut the water off, lowering himself in and stretching his back to unwind a few kinks. "Light-kun should sit in my lap. It would be more comfortable than laying against hard porcelain."
Light scoffed softly, slipping into the water and momentarily soaking in the comfortable heat that washed the traces of sweat and saliva and.... whatever else off his person. "I'll pass, thank you."
The detective watched him for a moment before leaning back and closing his eyes, his voice just slightly more relaxed than usual. "Light-kun is always so stubborn."
Dammit, it was not being stubborn, it was displaying common decency that L was obviously devoid of!
The younger man bowed his head, shaking his hair and wetting it thoroughly. "You know, it's not really being stubborn, I'm just tired, even after you actually sticking to your word and letting me sleep, all the muscles are still disoriented. I mean, really, playing tennis once a week and engaging in a nearly day long sex spree are hardly in the same ring of exercising." Light blinked as L failed to respond. He flipped his hair back, pushing his bangs from his eyes and looking to the man beside him. "L?"
The detective's eyes were still closed and his breathing eyen. He opened his eyes blearily, a faint smile on his lips. "I love you, Light-kun."
Light's face went blank.
A second later, L's smile faded and he continued with a tone of importance, "So, give me my cake..."
.... One-.... one day he would have to psychologically analyze how those two thoughts could be placed side by side in L's mind.
"... I-... what?"
He got no response, and even saw the detective's eyelids start to droop further.
"Wait, you can *not* just say you love me, I said there wouldn't be love confessions!"
The detective's breathing remained even and his eyes grew dull.
"You..."
... He was asleep?? This was only the second time in his life he had seen the detective asleep and it was inexcusable.
He grabbed the older man's shoulder, shaking him slightly. "You can't be asleep, you have to explain this to me!"
L was slowly sinking in the water, mumbling indistinctly under his breath.
Light watched his slow decent, counting the seconds and twitching his fingers in the water impatiently until the detective's nose hit the water and he woke instantly, sputtering and shaking his head, warm drops jarring from his skin. "Ack- " He coughed, looking up to see Light's expression. "... Light-kun looks like a deer in headlights."
As if he didn't have good reason!?
"What do you expect me to look like, you said you loved me!"
This was so so so very wrong, everything about it was!
Though, he-... dammit, he still couldn't say exactly why!
"..." L blinked. "... Light-kun the percent chance of my saying that is so low that-"
"You said it, L."
The detective shook his head. "Impossible."
"Well, I'm telling you that you did!" Light moved closer, jabbing a finger in L's bony chest. "And then you asked me to give you cake!"
"... Ah. Then perhaps Light-kun is telling the truth. I always dream of cake." The older man paused, looking off into space for a moment. "... Though this time, Light-kun popped out of the cake. I wonder what that means..."
The brunette facepalmed, massaging his temples. "If I sit in your lap, will you not speak to me for the rest of this bath?"
He would deal with this... thing later.
The detective frowned, slightly intrigued by his own accidental confession. "One would think Light-kun would be embarrassed after hearing an admission of love from someone he had sex with, regardless if it were true or not."
... "Regardless if it were true or not", now there was a phrase to think over later.
"It was a dream. It didn't count."
L shrugged, opening his arms. "Light-kun's logic is solid. And I believe I will take him up on his offer."
Light shook his head slightly, secretly grateful that their interaction was back to normal: purely physical. He moved over, straddling the older man's legs and settling on his hips, draping one arm around the man's back and laying his head on the pale shoulder.
He felt the detective wrap one arm around him in return and vibrations hummed through his head as L spoke. "Light-kun wanted to be washed, didn't he?"
... Oh, right. That was the idea.
Light nodded, trying to clear his mind of internal debate for once. "Yes, I suppose."
The older man briefly fished in the water, and when his hands returned into Light's field of vision, they held a bar of soap and a washcloth.
The brunette closed his eyes and felt the slick clothe move over his shoulders and down his arm. He sighed softly, reveling in the grime of the last day being washed away. Between the warmth of the water and the soothing feeling running over his skin, he could almost... fall asleep... "You know, I didn't end up getting that full day of sleep I wanted, you still owe me..." A slight yawn slipped through his lips. "Since you let Misa in."
"I thought Misa would dump Light-kun, and then he would have more time for gay sex."
".... I'm not even surprised at that logic from you."
And he really wasn't. Jesus, with all the time the man spent thinking with the "head" between his legs, it was a wonder he could still use the one on his shoulders for casework.
"Light-kun is learning."
A soft knock interrupted what was sure to be Light's scathing comeback. Instead he tensed, pushing up slightly on one hand, his other fisting loosely in the shower curtain. "Who is it?"
It could just be Matsuda or Aizawa coming to talk to them about the case or something equally mundane...
That would have been a reasonable theory before a high pitched squeal floated in from outside, and a blond five foot tall Satanette with less muscles mass than cleavage somehow managed to burst into the room and take several dozen pictures before Light could yank the shower curtain closed. "Aiiee! Misa-Misa knew Light-kun and Ryuzaki-san would be taking a bath together, she knew! Their love for each other is so pure and wonderful!"
"Misa, get out!" Light couldn't manage to be embarrassed about people seeing him unclothed, now he was just irritated. "I'm burning that damn camera if you don't!"
Hm... Yeah, he was definitely loosing his "perfect composure" mask. Where the Hell was that thing anyway?
The model just tugged the curtain back enough to poke the camera through, bright flashes continuing to light the room. "Misa-Misa-chan is the RyuzakixLight fan club president! She must have pictures for the website!"
"That is absolutely out of the question!" Light's umber eyes narrowed as he tried to cover the lens with his dripping hand. "I will not have a website devoted to this!"
Misa pulled the camera back, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout as she wiped the steaming water off the glass. "But Light-kun will get many admirers, and be even more popular! BL is so in these days!"
The brunette massaged his temples, a faint flush creeping once again to his cheeks. "No, I refuse!" He turned his eyes on L, narrowing them into a glare. "Aren't you going to do anything about this?"
The detective seemed to debate this notion for a moment, staring at the young bubbly woman. "... Misa-chan, will you be making copies of these pictures?"
Misa nodded, smiling happily. "Yes, Ryuzaki-san! And you can have as many as you like!"
"Then I have no qualms, Light."
The brunette's mouth fell open in an outraged scoff as L merely shifted his arms around his body. "Misa, get out, stop that, I don't want people seeing this and you!" He turned, shoving against the older man's grip, his normally smooth voice taking on a hiss. "I never agreed to publicize this!"
Misa had either been satisfied with the number of shots she had taken, or been surprised by the bitter tone in Light's voice and she slipped out quickly, pushing the door shut as the younger man stood, pulling a towel around himself quickly.
L watched this movement, blinking. "... Is Light-kun so embarrassed by pornography of himself?"
"Of course I am!! How are you not?" The brunette stepped out of the tub carefully, drying his chest.
"I am always naked under my clothes." The detective settled back, relaxing. "I will admit that Light-kun looks better in such a state though."
... Dammit all, how did he even pretend to use that logic, there's a difference between being naked under clothes and people seeing you-
"That's-" The younger man groaned, facepalming. He was sure he was giving himself a bruise. Hm, if he had a bruise on his forehead, would his father assume it was domestic abuse and kill L? Hm, maybe he should look into this-
"Oh, never mind! I have to get dressed and then destroy that camera!"
"Will Light-kun give me the negatives?"
"No, I will not, I am burning those!" The younger man toweled his hair, muttering under his breath, "need new clothes..."
Like Hell was he getting back into the clothes he was wearing when L pounced him.
Finally, L stood, ambling out of the tub and ignoring the drops of water plopping on the floor that would have driven Light insane had he not been more interested in what the older man was doing walking around their rooms completely naked. To his surprised, the detective went straight to the closet and withdrew a clean set of own clothes, identical down to the straight creases in the slacks and button down shirt.
.... Why the hell did he have that in his closet?
"...."
He took the clothes anyway, pulling them on. "Fine, fine." He continued into their shared bedroom, surveying the wreckage with mild exasperation and suppressed amusement.
Damn, if he could allow himself to be a teenage boy for a second, he would be reasonably proud of himself. Half of the stuff around the room was due to him anyway.
.... Especially that dent in the wall, just above the headboard, he distinctly remembered creating that.