I- (gasp) live- (gasp) ... I know it's been like... a month... and I feel bad (pant) but there was stuff! (groan) And things! (puff) ... I got nothing. (hangs head) There is no one to blame but myself. But I return now! For realz, not for fakes! And I'll really try to get back on schedule, I promise! Oh, and did everyone see frnight's Hacker of the Past? My idea is in there, it was deemed good and people seem to like it! (bouncebouncehappy) Everyone go read!
Oh, and plot. Yeah. I have plot again. Well, the beginnings of plot. But it's there!
Disclaimer: Don't own, but got a hell of a lot of merchandise at Fanime this year.
Ki11 me, Ki55 me
... No, no, wait, he was not a teenage boy, he was perfect. He had to get that back for a while, fix things. Starting with this room.
"We need to clean this place up."
The detective followed close behind him, sitting on the bed, utterly uncaring about his nakedness. "Why should it be appropriate to clean if it's likely Misa-chan has already taken pictures as proof of what happened?"
Light narrowed his eyes, tossing the towel he'd been using to dry his hair over the older man's body. "Because I function better somewhere neat."
"Does that mean Light-kun wants to function near the bed again?"
The brunette pursed his still almost painfully bruised lips, throwing an empty canister of whipped cream across the room and into the garbage. "Not until after the room is clean at the very least. So get up, I'm changing the sheets."
He was vaguely surprised when L obeyed, standing and taking the towel with him. The older man dried himself before extricating a pair of jeans from a dresser drawer and pulling them on. He then returned, tugging at the sheets tangled together on the mattress. "Then I will assist you."
Light nodded, mildly pleased. "Good, I prefer living somewhere clean." He wrenched the thin fabric from the bed, tossing it in a corner, their clothes from the night before following shortly.
The detective stopped, watching the brunette tidy for a moment. ".... Light-kun said that as if these living arrangements weren't temporary."
R- Right, it was temporary now, wasn't it? When he was a suspect, things like surveillance were never temporary, he should get used to that now.
L ignored him, getting freshly pressed, and probably never used, sheets from a plain cabinet and returning to spread them over the mattress.
"... Well... Yes, I realize I'll be able to go home in two weeks, but still, I'm staying here until then, unless you think it isn't necessary. And that's not exactly likely."
After all, why would he pass up the opportunity to keep him in bed till then?
The detective just cocked his head, saying matter of factly, "Light-kun, the Kira case has been moved here, but there is nothing keeping you. You will be in college anyway, and that will demand your time. And I never said you were being kept here, your percent chance of being Kira does not warrant it."
That.... well....
".... Right." The younger nodded, looking down at the pristine cloth he and L were spreading across the bed. "I guess so."
As if reading the thought Light hadn't allowed himself to form, L continued, "I would be sad if Light-kun left and never came back, but that is hardly a factor for you to consider." He draped a comforter over the made bed, straightening it with his thumbs and forefingers. "Though I suppose Yagami-san would also be lonely without his son."
'Also'? What an interesting word to add.
Light sat on the mattress, laying back on his side and closing his eyes. "I wouldn't just leave, L, you know how important this case is to me."
The detective nodded, fluffing and straightening the pillows. "I find it helps perspective if situations are put in terms of extremities." He perched on the bed before continuing, "But there is still no reason for you to be here constantly. And if there were a change in the case, I would notify you immediately."
.... Huh. When L wasn't treating him like a sex slave, he was actually pretty considerate.
"... Perhaps I'll go home a little later today. For a while..." The brunette yawned softly, letting his eyes fall shut.
"Your mother and sister will be happy to see you."
He felt the bed sink an inch and lips brushed over his temple. When he opened his eyes, L was still leaning over him. "I suppose so..." Light sat up to stretch, forcing L to lean back. "We should get back to work."
Maybe they actually would this time, unless-
L quickly slipped behind the younger, wrapping his arms around his chest and pulling him flush. "I would rather have sex with Light-kun again."
Light groaned, letting his head fall back on the detective's shoulder. "How did I know you would say that?"
"I'm no longer tired, that's why. And the sugar from Light0kun has kicked in now."
....What- Was that supposed to make a kind of sense he didn't have?
".... The sugar from me."
L nodded, beginning simply, "Sperm are made almost entirely of mitochondria, Light-kun. Which means they have a lot of energy in them, because they are need it in order to reach the egg of a female in the womb, by going up the cervix, so that means by swallowing them, I received the energy-"
Light slapped a hand over the detective's mouth. "I'm. Aware."
The detective rolled around him, now straddling his hips and attempting to speak through the obstruction over his mouth, "Which means I am now very hyper, Light-kun."
"There are other ways besides sex to get energy out, L!"
"But no other ways are as fun." Pale hands slid once again down his sides, slipping his pants from his hips.
The younger's eyes widened as he pushed against L's still unclothed chest. "Oh, for heaven's sake, you're insatiable!"
"Light-kun has finally noticed." He slid his hand down the brunette's pants, fingers playing over the heating skin as he leaned down to kiss one of the red marks on Light's neck.
"Y-...." He gasped, arching his hips into the dexterous hand and letting his head fall back, hissing as the muscles in his body protested. "God...dammit, L."
He felt a smile curve against his collarbone. "Light-kun is always very stubborn, but he gives in easily enough." L moved his hand faster, thumb flicking over the tip in a way that made the younger man's hips shudder and buck, so he did it again. Once Light's eyes had begun to fall shut and he started to lose the ability to hold back his tiny moans, he slowed his pace, pulling the brunette's pants down.
"Just... changed the goddamn sheets-" Light gasped, his nails digging tightly into the covers as thin fingers moved down, pressing inside of him slowly. "Ahh-" The hands left him briefly and he closed his eyes as he spread his legs, his skin crawling with need again.
He gasped as a husky voice spoke in his ear, "Light-kun should be entered again..." Strong legs pushed under his own, gently but insistently guiding his thighs up.
The younger man's eyes narrowed at the language, but he no longer felt the same heat rising in his cheeks.
Was it good or bad that he was getting used to L's mannerisms? One could argue it shouldn't be a problem if he was adjusting to it, but the human body can be trained to accept almost anything, that didn't mean it should be.
Either way, instead of protesting, he found himself wetting his lips and rocking into the hand manipulating him, going so far as to arch into the digits that briefly left when L slicked them with his mouth.
The detective let his hand slip down, pushing a second digit into the younger man's body and stretching the muscles. The resistance was much easier to deal with now, but the brunette still gave a few new definitions to the phrase "tight-ass", even though he'd only had a little while to resume his obsessive perfectionism. To rectify this, L lowered himself to Light's neck, licking and biting up the column of skin, bone, and muscle almost idly.
The man beneath him took in a shaky breath, exhaling in a quiet moan as he draped his arms around the other's neck, arching his back as the detective's tongue descended to his nipple.
Just... one more round of sex then they would get back to work. Really, finding Kira was... more important than...
L pushed a third finger in as he dragged the flat of his tongue over the pink skin, blowing on it gently.
Light fisted a hand in his hair, the other scratching up and down the older man's spine, his hips shuddering and rocking in time.
Really, it was only sex... only physical contact of a romantic- well, not romantic- a... an intimate nature, so-
"Ah, L-!"
The fingers withdrew and L pressed his own flesh in their place, squirming against the brunette's entrance and easing in through the ring of muscles. "Mmn-"
The younger cried out softly, his legs spreading and his hips jerking, his amber eyes closing tightly against the intrusion and inevitable sting of slight pain.
L moved his hips forward sharply, pressing in to the base, shifting steadily to ease Light in to the feeling again. "Light-kun... should relax." The hand that wasn't supporting him drifted to the brunette's erection, pumping rapidly and teasing the slit with his nail.
-so what did it matter how many times they did it, it was inconsequential except for the fact that it took up so much time that could have been used investigating-
"I can't help it- Ah, God-" His eyes widened as his body almost convulsed against his will under the touch.
The detective's thrusts turned into slams and he drove into the younger man, a talented tongue sucking roughly at the raised flesh in his mouth before teething it lightly, the hand pumping Light's length now slicked with sweat and precome.
- I- Investi... gating... the murders pertaining to his...
Light's eyes snapped open as a shout was pulled from his lips, his nails digging in to the older man's skin and leaving it the same color as the flush rising on his face. His back arched, his chest almost heaving as he panted for breath, a moan elicited with each deep breath. "L, God, L!!"
"Nn-ah--!!" L's eyes shut tightly, his own muscles twitching as he tried to prevent his thrusts from turning erratic though they inevitably would, his body always reacted in this way when he was reaching orgasm, though Light's mind couldn't absorb this right now.
But dammit, he would finish this thought, it seemed especially relevant for some reason; finding Kira was more important than-
A voice hissed in his ear, just low enough that he could almost ignore it through the haze of L moving in him, his lips on his chest and his hand at his length.
"Hm... do I or don't I...? Tough call, but... this is just too good."
Something brushed his face and as he let his head fall to the side he saw a square inch of lined paper.
Then he looked up, his body almost quivering as L brought him closer.
His next moan was cut off in a scream and he felt the man above him jump, stopping all movement. His grip on L's shoulders tightened as his eyes locked with.... with...
Light gasped, his eyes going blank as they stared up at, hands shaking violently, breath coming in short gasps as his vision went white.
... For a completely different reason than he'd have hoped just two minutes ago.
Ryuk.
RYUKCRIMINALMISAWRATHREMSHINIGAMITENNISYOTSUBAJUSTICEAPPLEGODSAKURATRAPEYESPUNISHKILLHIGUCHIPLANPRIDEWORLDDEATHNOTEKIRA
... KIRA....
Light let out a breath, his body relaxing even as his eyes stayed locked with the death god above him.
Kira. He was back.
"Light-kun...?"
L's voice was so distant, miles and miles away, even when it was right above him. The brunette realized he was panting and forced himself to calm. "N-..." He licked his lips.
This was an unforeseen complication. But it could be dealt with.
"I don't know, I-... something felt different. Maybe it was because we've taken a break, it felt more..."
The detective frowned, pushing up slightly. "That scream didn't seem to come from pleasure, Light-kun. Did something go wrong?" He began pulling his hips back gently.
Whoa, no, no, no, just because he had finally gotten his memory back, it didn't mean he had to give up the last round of sex he promised himself.
He held tighter around the older man's neck. "No, I want to finish..."
L fell for the "pleading doe eyes", leaning down to press their lips together softly before continuing on a path down the side of the brunette's neck. "Yes, Light-kun..."
Light pressed into the touch, fisting his hand once again in L's spiky hair. He moaned loudly as L resumed his previous ministrations, gyrating his hips and letting his dexterous fingers play over the younger man's shaft.
The shinigami above them cackled, a grin splitting his face, reveling in Light's inability to acknowledge him at the moment. "Even with me here, you still want him to finish you off? Ballsy, Light."
The brunette twitched, his eyes darting back to the shinigami, narrowed in ill-concealed outrage as he gestured emphatically to the door, mouthing, Get the fuck out of here!
That overgrown minion of Beelzebub was going to pay for this.
Ryuk giggled, perching on the foot of the bed. "Been here for a while, Light. S'nothing new."
Oh, son of a bitch.
The brunette's eyes widened.
L stopped. "—Light-kun?? Your erection just died." He pulled back, looking down at the younger slightly disbelievingly. "Light-kun, what's wrong?"
.... God... dammit.
"...." He sat up and pushed the older man off, his face a dark red. "I can't do this, it's that thing with Misa, it's just- I'm really having a problem with knowing that there's fangirls for us popping up because Misa's uploading pictures and probably video, we're really going to have to continue after I destroy her internet connection."
Yes, it was a crappy excuse, but hey, better than "I just realized a death god has been watching us go at it like rabbits for the last few days."
L cocked his head, sitting back. "Does it truly bother Light-kun so much?"
"Of course it does, I mean, it's practically the same as people watching our activities right now."
Behind L, Ryuk chuckled, grinning wider, but the detective couldn't hear it. Instead, he pulled out of the younger man, sitting to the side to allow him up. "Then Misa should have her camera and internet site destroyed."
Light felt himself relax and he stood, dressing. "I'll go talk to her. I should be back soon."
The detective nodded, watching him. "I will get sugary condiments for your return, Light-kun."
The brunette shook his head, muttering, "Sugar obsessed," before walking out quickly. As he left, he glared pointedly at Ryuk. The shinigami took the hint, following close behind like a pet. A big, scary, supernatural death god pet that Light was going to kill as soon as he found out how.
They were going to have a long talk about personal boundaries.