IMPORTANT: Okay, guys, uh... I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!! I don't know what happened, I just- just- writing got hard and I kept getting distracted and I'M SOOOOORRRRYYYY!! So this time, I need you guys to really kick my ass with reviews, okay, if it takes me longer than a week, message me, bug the hell out of me and I'll get right on it, really! And, erm... I'm sure there were a couple of things to go with this chapter, but... I don't remember them. Bummer.

Disclaimer: It would be terrible if I owned these characters, they would do nothing at all for weeks at a time! And then they would get bored and they'd have to turn to each other for comfort and entertain- oooh.... Maybe I *should* own these characters.

Ki11 me, Ki55 me

Light turned to see L shuffle back in, pausing to push the door closed with his foot. "Light-kun, Misa-chan is getting more pictures developed for us, she threw the other ones away."

The younger man straightened his jacket on the hanger before closing the closet, walking to meet the detective. "I don't want to see those pictures anywhere but here, if they get on the Internet again, heads will roll."

L held up a coiled wire. "I took her cable."

Ah, that did make him feel better.

".... Alright then, fine, I'll tolerate that." The brunette walked back to the bedroom, trying to force the tension from his shoulders and push all plans from his head.

He felt as if L would know the second his mind strayed back to the Death Note and to the detective's eventual downfall.

And when a strong hand snagged the collar of his shirt, he almost thought the idea had flitted from his mind and projected into the older man's.

"Light."

The brunette's breathing hitched and he turned, his expression rearranged to a mildly curious mask and his eyes bright with innocence. "Yes?"

Please, please, please, please, he had gone through way too much to be caught because his stupid innocent-self had allowed his pursuer to get so close he would know-

"Light-kun should continue hugging me." L beckoned him.

.... U-... Uh....

Hell, maybe he was just so paranoid, L didn't even have to do anything, his mind just assumed he was three steps ahead of him.

"...We.... weren't hugging." He reluctantly stepped forward, and L gestured him closer. "We've never hugged."

The older man cocked his head. "But we have. Light-kun often hugs me in order to pull more of me in during sex, even if it doesn't work."

H-He did what now??

Light blinked, his face flushing. "..." He took another step forward, letting L drape his arms around his waist before he hooked his hands on the detective's shoulders, burying his apprehension below his charm. "Yes, I suppose... " His arms wrapped around the older man's back, pressing their chests together. "But that's more... sex." He had to try very hard to keep himself from reacting to L tightening his grip, pressing them flush.

He hated this... L felt so warm, and he was so comfortable against him, but any second, he expected to hear the click of handcuffs...

"Cuddling counts too." The detective moved back slowly, sitting on the bed and bringing Light with him.

The brunette's breathing hitched softly as his hands fisted in L's shirt. "It's not like we do that often."

...

"Do we?"

"Every time after sex." The older man buried his face in Light's neck, nuzzling slightly.

".... Touché." He didn't want to bare his neck, but he did, lowering his shoulder to allow the other more access to the already marked skin. "Don't we have work we should be doing?"

"The task force is recording everything in our absence." Hands ran down Light's back.

Oh come on, no, no, no, no, move your damn hands back up, he couldn't try to be needy and passionate right now.

"We should still be doing something, this is your job, and my sole purpose here is to help you."

Not to be your personal concubine.

The detective shook his head, hunching further to run his lips down the skin bordered by Light's shirt, pausing as he got to the first button and nipping the spot above it before moving down and undoing the top catch with his teeth. "I am L. I'm not questioned very often."

The brunette's body pressed into the touch and he was immediately furious with himself.

Then again... if he didn't respond, L would realize something was off.... and besides that-

The older man let himself fall back, pulling Light with him as he wrapped his arms tighter around the younger man's waist. "I admit I didn't have entirely pure motives when I wanted to hug you, Light-kun."

Ryuk cackled from the next room.

... Besides that... L could have one last round before he made the curtain call.

So he let his head fall to the side to further bare his neck as L ran his lips over the warm skin and blocked out Ryuk's laughing long enough to say, "I didn't think you did. But, really, L, we've been at this for days."

"Light-kun exaggerates."

The brunette raised his brow.

"... Doesn't he?"

"Days."

"... Light-kun must forgive me, but I'm afraid I haven't been paying much attention to the passage of time."

The younger man rolled his eyes, pushing up on his elbow. "Yes, fine, but now that I've pointed it out to you, you have to realize that my body is still tired! I was-" He felt a flush rise on his cheeks and his umber eyes narrowed. "You know I was a virgin, I'm not used to this."

.... And so what if he was, it was personal choice, he could have had anyone he wanted, it just so happened that he hadn't found anyone worthy of being his first. That said, heaven knows why he allowed L to take the prize.

"But if we have more sex, your body will get accustomed to it."

"Oh, for God's sake, L, how long can you go?!"

.... Oh, why did he say that, why, why, why, why, why did he say that?

L stared at him blankly for a moment. "That is an unanswerable question, Light-kun, considering I have never gone as long as I can."

"... Don't you feel tired at all?" Light lay back, his hand fiddling with the cuff of his shirt.

The detective gave a quick nod, saying simply, "I feel something. But not much has changed since the first intercourse session between us."

Seriously, this man was a damn cyborg, that was the only explanation for him still being able to move after all that exertion.

"... Half of me wants to find out how much stamina you have, but I'm not that masochistic."

The elder perked, and before the brunette could blink, L's weight was on top of him again. "Light-kun just made a wonderful suggestion."

"Half, L, half-!"

"Please, Light-kun?"

The younger man's eyes narrowed and he opened his mouth before pausing. "But..."

... Well... he did say L could have one more time.

L watched the brunette beneath him shift as he thought, licking his lower lip before chewing it absentmindedly. But he eventually relaxed, letting a reluctant sigh pass his lips before he continued, "... Fine, fine, I suppose..."

"Light-kun is the best person in the world." The detective's hands gripped his hips; the skin beneath his pants already covered with faint bruises and scratches from the previous days "activities". Before the brunette could react, he found himself on his stomach with dexterous fingers unclasping his pants.

Ryuk's grating laughter floated from the kitchen and for a moment, Light's hands fisted tightly in the covers beneath him, pure rage curling in his stomach at the shinigami's... at... dammit all, he was a God, not some means of entertainment for a lowly grim reaper!! L's hands moving smoothly across his skin brought him out of his fuming in time for him to react. He shoved the death god from his mind, pushing himself up slowly on his hands and knees, denying the small flicker of anticipation that shot through his veins as the detective slid his pants down.

Behind him, the older man let his fingers trail up the back of Light's thighs, soft touches, almost caresses. Until his hands moved up to part the brunette's cheeks and a second later, Light took a quick breath through his nose as he felt a slick muscle push into him and flick against the inner walls of his entrance.

His hands, that had just begun loosening their grip, once again snapped in the covers and his eyes widened...

W.... Was... L allowed to do that? Was anyone allowed to do that to any other person ever?

His mind was cut off from its musings as he felt more slide into him and L began pushing and pulling gently with his tongue, slicking the skin and sending little electric shivers of pleasure up Light's spine. The shivers turned into sparks and the brunette's body jerked violently as a hand suddenly brushed his length before the digits wrapped around the base tightly and stroked the tightening skin.

Light's eyes were wide and he heard a breathy moan escape his lips before he could bite it back. He swallowed hard as he felt L pull back before dragging the tip of his tongue up the brunette's spine, exciting a violent shiver. A second later, there was a split second of familiar pressure on his slicked entrance and the detective slid inside of him.

It was... It still felt... good, but now that he knew... it felt like he shouldn't let L just-

Light cried out softly and bowed his head as the older man moved, pressing in to the base before starting a fast rhythm.

-just... do this to him, should his hips really be bucking like that, moving in time with his... his...

L continued the pace, and waves of pleasure coursed up and down his body, making him close his eyes tightly and another moan slipped past his lips as he felt cool hands sliding down his thighs, one straying back to his shaft and grip it almost too tightly, pumping in perfect time with his movements.

Oh God, oh... what was... L? He was his nemesis, wasn't he...?

Then the detective moved faster, almost slamming into him and each thrust invading his body in the most perfect-

- terrible, disturbing, evil­-

- way, and it felt so damn good he almost wanted to get away from it, but he couldn't. The hand on his length was lubricated with his own precome and sweat and the fluidity of the strokes was...

Ohh God, why did sex have to feel good, why did it have to lower inhibitions, why did L have to be so good at it?

The older man's lips descended on his neck, kissing, sucking Light shouted, moving his hips back in time to get more of that feeling because maybe if he just finished, L would leave him alone.

"A- Ah, L..!"

... And because he needed to feel it just a little bit deeper...

He heard a tiny gasp right by his ear and everything got faster, L was moving harder, deeper, thumbing the tip of his shaft, nails playing with the head lightly and Light was shaking, it was so good...

He threw his head back suddenly and he felt his body spasm, muscles tightening and the waves of pleasure suddenly stopped for a split second before they flooded him, his vision swimming.

L, L, L, L, L, L, L-

"Oh, God, L!!" He felt something inside him snap and he almost screamed as he came. His body continued bucking and shuddering during L's last few thrusts before Light felt liquid fill him and the older man immediately slowed, eventually moving back to pull out.

They were both panting, covered with sweat and exhausted.

Well, as far as Light was concerned.

But that didn't explain why L was taking his hips and rolling him over. Or why he was ducking down-

Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.

"L, w-" Light closed his eyes tightly, his hands jumping to the headboard and gripping it tightly, body shuddering violently as L's tongue played around his shaft. "Ah, Mn-...!"

The detective sucked at the slit, bobbing his head slowly, thin fingers moving slowly down, the tips brushing over the younger man's entrance once again.

The brunette bit his lip hard, his muscles still almost tingling from his last orgasm, and it was all he could do to bite back a noise that anyone else would have called a whine when L sped up, his tongue swirling around the rosy head.

Two fingers poked into him, immediately moving in and out of him rapidly, spreading and curling and making his insides feel on fire.

Light threw his head back, spine arching as he squirmed his hips urgently, wanting more than anything for L to stop, just for a second, not because it didn't feel good, but because he felt like he was about to lose his mind. He relinquished his grip on the headboard to bring one hand down to his mouth, biting the skin of his wrist hard to stifle a shout. "Mnn-Mm!!"

L glanced up at the muffled noise and reached up, pulling the wrist down to pin it on Light's stomach, continuing to bob his head, letting his teeth just barely graze the skin.

Light opened his eyes with difficulty, looking down. "Wh- Why the hell did you- AH!!" His body spasmed violently as the fingers inside him twisted, jutting roughly into him.

Ohhh, this was like torture, Hell, this was torture, it was just disguising itself by feeling good, so goddamn good-!!

His nails dug into the soft skin of his stomach and he felt the muscles there contract as he released. "L!!"

The detective swallowed it all, sucking him clean as he shuddered and gasped for breath before he slipped his fingers out, flicking against the rim on the way and causing the body beneath him to jolt. He moved up on the younger man's body, moving his knees beneath Light's thighs and pulling hip up into his lap. "Light-kun is too good..." He bucked his hips, pressing into him again.

The brunette shivered, panting hard and draping his arms around the older man's neck, his hips jerking forward at the movement. "L..."

For the love of Kira, how many times could this guy go... Maybe he actually *knew* he was Kira and was planning to do this till Light had a heart attack just to get back at him....

.... Now he felt worried. That somehow seemed very very plausible at the moment.

Then again, he just had two orgasms in a row, who the hell was he to decide anything?

He felt L's hands glide across his sweat soaked skin to grip his hips, pushing him down in time against his thrusts before they continued, gripping Light's cheeks and fingering his rim.

God... this had to be over soon...

He was moaning loudly in time, his tan chest pressed to the detectives pale one when he looked up.

L's face shone with sweat, and his breathing was shallow, at least he was capable of being tired then. The older man met his eyes and kissed him hard, sucking at his bottom lip as Light fisted his hands in L's hair.

L continued moving, bucking into the younger man, but he let one of his fingers push in alongside his shaft, alternative thrusting with one then the other.

Light's eyes widened and his body jerked violently, their kiss muffling his cry as he tensed, his hips jerking wildly as the detective wriggled his fingers expertly.

L pressed another finger in, scissoring them with each thrust while his other hand moved to Light's front, stroking him roughly in time.

The brunette had to break the kiss, burying his face in the crook of L's neck as his body bucked, his nails digging into the older man's skin as he tried to muffle his shouts.

This had to be over soon, please let it be over soon, he was going to go insane, his skin was crawling, he could hear his blood rushing through his ears, and it still hadn't stopped feeling good...

"L, God, g- sto-" He shuddered at a particularly hard slam and bit his lip, his vision starting to go white and he only dimly recognized the feeling of lips skimming down his neck, biting and sucking at his collarbone. A third finger was pumping inside of him, still alternative with L's shaft and both hands twisted, one inside him, the other around his straining erection.

"AHHH-!!" He bucked and came, arching hard as he screamed his sweet release.

And he thought he was tired before... that was nothing, this was... Ugh, every part of him that wasn't aching was numb with the sensory overload. His hands slid slowly down L's back, as he tried to catch his breath

"Light-kun..." L kissed up his neck gently, his tone soft. "Are you at your limit? You're spilling..."

The brunette twitched slightly as the fingers slid out of him and L raised his arm to show his hand covered in his own release.

He wet his lips and swallowed before he heard his own voice say, "I... I said that we would go until you couldn't..."

What the hell was wrong with him?