Oh, God, why do I suck so bad at this "Update every week" thing?! By the way, a special thanks to Black-Dranzer-1119 and 6u355 wh0 for reviewing and getting my ass in gear. By the way, everyone pat 6u355 wh0 on the back, whoever they are, they got me to actually sit down and write this bastard cuz I wanted more reviews like that, as unorthodox as they were (bonus points for 1337 5k1||z). We're out of the sexxing for now (I know, heart breaking) and finally into the plot! And drama! And I do so love my plot and drama!! Anyway, tell me what you think, guys, and if you think it's been too long since I updated KICK MY ASS OVER IT. Seriously, bug the hell out of me, I'm begging you. God, this is a freaking long Author's Note, sorry, all, I'll let you get back to your smut.
Disclaimer: Don't own, if I did, people would be beating down my door because the series would only be on volume eight and I wouldn't have updated for three years. (sweatdrop)
Ki11 me, Ki55 me
He saw L's lips twitch to a faint smile before he was guided back slowly, the detective's length still inside him. "This then, Light-kun." A hand gripped his ankle firmly and pulled him to lie on his side, one leg over L's shoulder and the other between the older man's thighs. "I want to see if it's better or not."
Light was already shuddering at the feeling of the detective's length twisting inside him, but L wasted no time to get him shouting again, almost immediately pulling halfway out and thrusting back in, making his muscles jerk wildly and his hand fist roughly in the covers to anchor him. "A- Ah, L!"
A pale hand wrapped around his length again, pumping loosely as L pulled out entirely, giving Light a split second to clear his head and regain his wits before he slammed back in, gyrating his hips roughly, eliciting a loud moan. The detective leaned down, nipping the brunette's shoulder, his voice low. "Light-kun isn't so tight anymore..." He pushed deeper.
Light felt heat rise to his face as he panted, his body jerking. "Wh- Who's fucking fault is that- Ghh, L-!"
The older man's lips twitched to a small smile as he nuzzled the other man's neck softly. "It means Light-kun is more comfortable now." He resumed his actions, one hand playing over the brunette's length, his hips jerking forward in steady, rapid thrusts.
"Mm-Nn-" Light bite his lip, his mind somehow wiped clean of the scathing comment he knew was there seconds before as L gripped him tighter, pumping faster. He moved a shaking hand up his body, pushing the sweaty russet bangs from his eyes before fisting in the pillow above his head.
The detective's hips only moved faster, his free hand sliding down the brunette's body, slicked with the sweat that covered the younger man's body. Light closed his eyes tightly as he felt a thin digit push inside him alongside L's length, pushing and pulling in time. A spasm tore through his body as the finger pressed against a certain spot inside of him. "L, God!"
He heard a soft gasp and a murmured, "Light-kun..." and the digit inside him curled, rubbing repeatedly, and making him almost convulse, his hips moving of their own accord. He barely felt the lips brushing against his own, biting softly at his red lower lip, but he felt L move faster, he felt himself being almost shoved into the plush mattress and his mind leaving him once again as L's speed increased. His scream was swallowed in the detective's kiss as he tensed, his hands shaking violently as he came, the detective doing the same just a few seconds later.
... How many times was this... seriously... he lost count, like... three hours ago. He was so tired, so goddamn tired and his body was buzzing.
He almost whimpered with thanks as L finally rolled off of him and wrapped his arms loosely around his tan shoulders, his voice a low rumble in his ear.
".... Light-kun, I have reached my limit."
Thank. God. All of them and himself included.
The brunette was almost gasping for breath and he easily allowed L to pull him to his chest. He closed his eyes, feeling the redness slowly fade from his face. "Finally..."
A tiny smiled curved L's lips as his own breathing evened. "... Light-kun looks very attractive when he spills. It makes me want to fill him more."
Fucking nymphomaniac. He was never having sex again after this.
The younger half opened his eyes, forcing a glare. "Damn pervert."
"Light-kun warrants it." The detective leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Light's forehead.
He was going to kill L the next time he had a chance, really.
".... Hm." He closed his eyes, pulling the sheets over himself.
... But... he really was, wasn't he?
L hugged him to his chest. "Light-kun seems so perfect."
His eyes snapped open. "..."
He did, didn't he?
He settled back on L's chest, his cheek against the pale collarbone. "And you seem like an uncaring pompous, one-track genius when it's only have true."
... People aren't always as they seem, L. God, you of all people should have figured that out by now.
"Light-kun isn't very good at taking compliments, is he?"
"I suppose not." A small yawn passed his lips and he pushed up slowly, wincing very slightly as soreness suddenly throbbed through his muscles. "I'm going to shower."
".... Does Light-kun need help?"
Light rolled his eyes, shaking his head as he stood, collecting a pair of clean clothes and walking to the bathroom. "I won't be long, I'm sure you can amuse yourself for that time."
The detective watched him go, shrugging very slightly. "If Light-kun says it."
The door shut and the lock clicked in place.
L turned away, stretching his arms across the bed as a small yawn passed through his lips.
He stopped. His fingers had brushed something that was not a smooth sheet or plush pillow, it felt like...
He turned, picking up a small square of pure white lined paper and flipping it over and over in his fingers.
"... Strange...."
At that moment, a dark and looming shadow passed through his peripheral vision, something tall, spidery and terrifying. His head snapped to the side, his eyes wide as he watched it float through the door into the bathroom. L was completely silent as he waited.
Light did not scream. He didn't shout for help, all he could hear was the tiniest intake of breath, followed by a grating cackle.
"Don't look so embarrassed, Light, I've seen you naked plenty of times, most of them in the last two days."
The water was turned on higher and L heard the muffled sounds of the shower curtain being dragged aside and back.
L's wide eyes narrowed slightly and a frown marred his face. He pushed up quietly, pulling his pants on. "Light-kun, I'm going to get more sugar."
"Alright," Light called, his voice betraying no hidden emotion.
"Oh, good, now you can figure out where you'll hide the notebook, can't you? Hm, no rest for the wicked, you don't even get a nap after all that 'work'."
The detective walked to the door, making a show of closing it, just loud enough for Light to hear him. He leaned against the door, pressing his ear to the wood.
A moment later, Light's normally calm voice snapped, "Did you have to watch, Ryuk!? I mean, really, I couldn't have just a few hours of privacy!?"
L blinked, pressing closer to the door.
The thing he called Ryuk laughed again. "Didn't seem to have much of a problem coming that time, though."
"That- Shut up, will you, you still could have left!"
"Heh, smooth move, Light, blaming your 'failure' on those pictures. Though Misa being a yaoi fangirl, did not see that one coming."
Light's voice shuddered with disgust. "Ugh.... don't remind me of her or those pictures."
"Takes skill to come when my face is leering right at you, though, gotta give you that." The voice snickered. "I wanted to see if I could make you fail again, but I guess not."
The shower turned off and L heard the muted sound of shifting clothe with Light's next words.
"Shut up, I have to think!"
"'Bout what? The whole Kira thing?"
"No, about the Death Note, do you have any idea how impossible it will be to hide something like this in a room with a detective of L's caliber, whether he suspects me or not!"
"You managed it before."
The bathroom door opened and Light walked out, fully dressed and toweling his shiny russet hair. "That was in my bedroom. I had it memorized, I knew everything about that space, this is an entirely new playing field."
".... L's bedroom is a playing field?"
"Everywhere is a playing field right now." He walked to the closet, opening it and kneeling to retrieve the thin black notebook. He stood, examining it and sighing softly. "... what to do..."
The phantom flew above him, looking down. "Hey, hey, Light, think L would let you off the hook if you told him you're Kira?" He grinned and twisted his body, watching the young man standing below him.
"Hm, funny joke, Ryuk. Now shut up." He cast his eyes around the room, thinking for a moment. He licked his lips, saying hesitantly, "Yes, that'll.... work. It's thoroughly inelegant, but it'll work." He walked to a desk in the corner of the room and dragged it forward, kneeling to grip the carpet in the very corner and ripping it back. He put the Death Note down carefully and replaced the carpeting. "Good think it's thin, I don't think anyone will be able to..." Light stood and pushed the desk back into place, examining his work before nodding.
Ryuk dropped down beside him, watching the brunette's face. "Having second thoughts, Light? You could just give up your memories, you know. No one would ever find out, you'd be scot-free to live happily with your boy toy."
Bronze eyes narrowed on the shinigami's face. "I'm not speaking to you anymore." The young man walked back to the bed, sitting down and continuing to towel his hair.
"Just listing your options for you, Light." Ryuk grinned. "And I could touch you with the Death Note whenever just to see your reaction again and again. That'd be fun."
Light twitched, his eyes narrowing to a glare.
".... Fine, it was just a joke, jeez." Light nodded emphatically to the door and Ryuk sighed. "Alright, alright, I get it, I'm going to look for apples."
With this, the shinigami flew through the wall and left Light to collect himself.
Outside, L straightened, pausing a moment before opening the door and walking inside. "Light-kun, there are pastries downstairs."
The brunette smiled softly, rolling his eyes. "Rather not, thanks, I'll grab something later, I can't keep my energy up on nothing but sugar."
The detective watched him for a moment. Then walked to an armchair by the dresser and perched there. "Perhaps Light-kun should go downstairs to get sustenance, the others will likely order food soon."
Light looked up, tossing the towel aside. "Hm, you're probably right. Besides, it'd be good to get out of this room for a while, get some fresh air."
He needed a moment alone anyway.
He walked to the door and paused, glancing back. "Are you coming?"
Just because he needed a moment, that doesn't mean L was going to give him one.
But surprisingly, L looked up at him and said plainly, "Light-kun has wiped my stamina. I need recuperation."
Light laughed quietly, his eyes softening. "Good to know you have a limit at all." He walked out and closed the door after him.
L listened to his footsteps fade, letting his eyes slide shut. After a moment, he opened them and rolled out of his chair, walking to the desk in the corner to push it aside just as Light had done. He picked up the corner of the carpet with two fingers and pulled it back to expose what was hidden beneath. The detective stared for a moment and picked the book up cautiously.
".... Hm."
L stood clumsily, unable to turn his eyes away from the thing in his hands. He opened it to the first page of white spiky writing. Then flipped to the next page, filled with Light's handwriting.
He sat down and pored over the hundreds of names until they all blurred together into a mass of ink and death.
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When Light opened the door and slipped inside, L was sitting comfortably on the bed, and the room looked exactly as it had when he left. He walked to join him, forcing down a yawn. "Ah, everyone wants to socialize, as if there's nothing to do now that they know it's not me."
"Light-kun."
The brunette looked to the detective, running a hand through his hair to settling it back in place. "Yeah?"
L held both hands out and looked up at the younger man expectantly.
Light's brow furrowed in slight confusion, but he took the older man's hands anyway and was pulled down into L's arms. "I want to just hold Light-kun now."
.... Erm.... Was this... normal?
.... Why not, it was rather comfortable after all.
The brunette shrugged and settled onto L's chest. "Alright, I suppose... I'm tired anyway."
The arms around him tightened as the detective nuzzled into the crook of his neck. "... I'm not going to sleep for a while, but Light-kun should."
This was officially not normal.
Light nodded slightly, pushing out of L's grip to undress. "Alright. But you said you were tired earlier, you have to sleep sometime."
"I will, Light-kun. But I want to hold you more."
The younger man finished undressing quietly and pulled on his pajama pants before pulling the covers back and lying down. "Fine with me."
L followed suit, but as he got into bed, he pulled the younger man into his lap and leaned back on the headboard. "Is this comfortable?"
... He was comfortable. He was completely content, in fact, besides... Well...
Light's eyes flickered to the desk in the corner of the room. The new position had given him pause, but he relaxed into it anyway, leaning on the detective's pale chest. "Yeah, it's fine..." As he closed his eyes, he felt chapped lips brushing up and down his neck, kissing softly. He exhaled in a soft sigh and let his head fall to the side to bare more already bruised flesh. Wisps of hair ticked his collarbone as L nuzzled his shoulder, pressing his cold cheek to the heated skin of Light's neck to feel the smoothness and softness. Slowly, Light's breathing evened and he slipped into unconsciousness, his body going lax in the older man's hold.
L's lips twitched to the smallest smile against the murderers skin as he tightened his grip around him, his fingers playing idly with the soft flesh.