Disclaimer: My name is King, I watched every episode of every season of 14 of TV's top 40 TV shows as procrastination to writing this chapter, and I do not own Death Note.
Devil's Trill
Be then advised, and hold me free of blame;
Men should not be too serious at a game.
CH32: Devil's Trill - pt. 1
"Raito-kun. Light. It has ended; this is the end. Just let it all go."
"It's my game. You agreed."
L was flying a helicopter when he "agreed", and with the way Light was practically "co-piloting" them into buildings, L would have agreed to anything.
"Very well. But before Light-kun proceeds, I would like to caution him against prolonging the end. Our little… adventure truly ended. It is over, and everything Light-kun shall do from here-on is just that: dragging out the ending-"
"No, Ryuzaki. No. There is just one last thing I have to do-"
"I will warn Light-kun one last time: Light-kun playing the game that is already over. With myself, Yotsuba, Mello, the FBI, the NPA out of the game, Light-kun is doing nothing more but playing chess on an empty chessboard. The only one left to take the damage is Light-kun himself."
"So?" Light asked L quietly, his carefree expression all but gone from his face. It was as if he was looking for a satisfactory answer to his 'so' – something that would at least reassure him.
L offered no such remedy.
"So, Light-kun must be aware: there will be consequences. You should know when to quit before-"
"No, I'm not afraid of consequences. They're welcome, actually. What I'm really afraid of – and I tell you this because I will probably spend the rest of my life with you – I'm afraid of…"
Was Light afraid of L?
Was Light afraid of L killing him?
Was Light afraid of falling in love with L?
L wondered which of the infinite romantic dilemmas would make for a better story. The moment dragged on in a sluggish waltz, and it felt like Light made a pause where he actually made no pause at all.
But the possibilities of what Light could be afraid of – they were all so infinite, so fresh and sweet and lovely and happy, and as they flashed through his head, L felt no hope Light would say any of them, ever.
"… boredom." Light finished off, and L felt no remorse, either. He hoped for, expected and received absolutely nothing.
"I see," L nodded plainly.
He released the "pause" space key that kept the NPA on the other end of the video call waiting in suspense as L offered Light a piece of advice.
The NPA did not seem too happy to have the visual back. Something about L and Light's faces must have disturbed them, particularly Soichiro. But just as L was removing his hand from the keyboard, a large chunk of half-melted butter-cream ice-cream with a nut frozen into its core slipped off the edge of his spoon and splattered over the K and the L keys. Hoping Light didn't notice yet, L quickly tried to clean it off with his fingers, and accidentally pushed the sticky beige-colored gunk deeper into the keyboard.
L cleared his throat.
Light very much noticed.
The un-muted and un-blinded Touta Matsuda and Soichiro Yagami on the other end of the video-call looked as un-amused as Light, the difference was, Light's computer was a little ruined, and the police officers had their whole lives and lives of many fellow colleagues taken away by a beloved son.
And yet both parties had an identical expression of discontent; L found their respective priorities very funny.
He cleared his throat again.
"NPA," Light shot L one last warning glare before he turned to the screen and began his address, "you have failed in your initial investigation of L. You know what, no, that's not right. You failed the law, you had a witness. Everything could've been avoided if you just treated your witness as a regular witness and not a son-"
Lie.
L wondered if the NPA on the other end recognized Light's hurt and wronged-by-such-an-injustice tone as a lie.
Light didn't need to justify anything, nor was he trying to.
Pretty words, L realized. Light just liked pretty words and the ring of his own voice; never mind that there was absolutely no substance behind them.
"-last chance to catch me and L."
"What?" said L.
"We will remain in Japan for another day, just for you, NPA. This is your last chance to bring us to justice. If you can't, L and I will do it. Together. L and I will do God's work, L will kill criminals on behalf of Kira. I think you'll find the current broadcast of Sakura TV interesting. You have twenty-four hours to catch us."
To reinforce the seriousness of Light's bluff-free message that he was completely warned ahead of, L kept his face blank and nodded in occasional acknowledgment of agreement until Light turned off the broadcast.
"I will do what, Light-kun?"
"God's work by killing criminals of behalf of Kira."
"I am resisting an urge to laugh," L assured Light.
"Well, you will, right?"
L said nothing.
"…no?"
"No."
"Aww, darn it," Light pressed his lips together bashfully.
L still failed to feel amusement.
And then, like the quick cake that always ran away faster than L could catch it in L's least favorite dream, Light bolted across the tiled floor and out of the bathroom, and L darted after him because he knew that the quick cake wanted to be chased for some odd reason, and so did Light.
Away the cake ran, lurking in the labyrinth of unfinished basement walls and avoiding the areas where the ceiling collapsed. Around an exposed metal beam, up the stairs, through the metal door that kept the basement of the unfinished warehouse protected from the explosion many months ago.
L followed Light to the surface, and even higher.
And they raced, their feet tangling in the burned rubble of wood, drywall, garbage, half-melted beer cans and graffiti that smoldered away long ago.
The skeletons of walls, with now even less drywall hiding their structure, looked spookier, scarier even than L could ever imagine a few walls looking, but it was night-time, it was dark, and the cool wind was stirring ash through the unfinished side of the building.
Whistling, howling, even.
They leaped over the ancient yellow police tape and up the stairs.
More light, and illuminated with dull blue hue, the blackened walls of the fifth floor cast no shadows. The ash was peeling off everything and dropping in caked clumps as L used the remainders of walls to swing around corners. His feet, palms and face were black, and he realized he'd have to take another shower and get a new change of clothes, or else Light wouldn't let him near the bed.
But Light himself was as black as the Devil, and yes, there Light stood, dirty and out of breath, smiling like an idiot as the heels of his shoes hung off the edge of the fifth storey with the wind ruffling the back of his head and no wall to break his fall if he tripped.
Not running anymore, L assumed his proper position just a few steps behind his... killer?
Yes, L agreed with himself, "killer" sounds very appropriate.
"Well," called Light, still slightly out of breath, "aren't you gonna offer me your hand, tell me you love me, and tell me not to jump?"
L looked Light over to make sure he had no gun on him.
"..or push me?" Light added when L kept staring at him.
"Why has Light-kun brought me here?"
"Killjoy."
This was an interesting site at least; explosion debris, concrete chunks, ash, and miles of yellow police tape and markers, forgotten and neglected as just another dead end, all hiding the memories of the fifth floor at the abandoned warehouse construction site where Light lost his life and L lost his happiness.
L really wanted to look around. Instead he kept staring intently at Light, for the sake of his own safety, that is. This was not a good place to trust Light. Light might as well try and reenact the shooting him and almost killing him part of that glorious day because he would suddenly feel nostalgic... Light was just crazy enough to try it if he felt like it, L had no doubt.
Light did all the "looking around" for him, anyway when he said, "hey, look. To the left of you. I think if we dig the debris, there's still your blood on the floor."
"If Light-kun looks behind his belt, I believe there will be a gun there."
"Oh. No, I swear I don't have a gun," L didn't believe him. "I don't, just look!" Light turned around and L had a feeling he almost accidentally tripped and fell off the edge, because once L confirmed Light in fact had no gun on him and told the brunette to "just come off the edge already, Light-kun," Light obliged immediately.
"I made you come here because they say that when amnesiacs revisit significant places, they remember things, and then they feel a flood of emotions. So… anything?"
"Nothing, Light-kun. I am also not amnesiac anymore, either, so I do not understand what this would accomplish if it had worked. Did Light-kun feel anything?"
Light shrugged and slid down a concrete pillar with his back and left a sizable smudge in the caked ash. He sat on the floor. L joined him.
"No, nothing. It's weird. We're supposed to feel things here."
L said nothing.
"L," Light droned suddenly. "I am giving you space so that you'd start talking about it yourself. This is the point where you start talking about it yourself."
"I believe that speech pattern does not belong to Light-kun-"
"Stop avoiding the subject!"
"Which subject, Light-kun?"
Light sighed, gathering the last of his patience.
"Your memory. How much do you remember?"
"I remember everything."
"You are lying."
"I remember almost everything."
"No you don't."
"I remember almost everything of what I should remember."
"Try again."
"That was the truth."
"So," Light considered, "there are gaps?"
"They will be filled in rather quickly, I assure Light-kun. After I started remembering, the process was rather swift-"
"What triggered it?"
"It was not Light-kun who triggered it."
"Oh. Okay," L could hear the sound of Light's ego bubble deflating. "But what was it?"
L considered before sharing.
"There was a picture. The hospital's praying room; it had a picture of angels, angel-children with golden halos around their heads, with morning sun behind them. It was rather bad taste and poor association, but I remembered-"
But L stopped.
"You remembered what?"
"...I suppose I will allow Light-kun to see for himself once we leave Japan. This reminds me, Light-kun, 'Leaving tomorrow,' 'catch us if you can,' 'L and Kira,'" L accompanied each statement with a ridiculous hand gesture, "all that, really?"
The sly smirk across Light's lips and the eerie glow in his caramel eyes would have looked attractive to L if there wasn't black dirt smudge straight down Light's cheek and nose; their little sprint left them covered in black ash head to toe. Light clearly did not want to be bothered about it, not with L's dirty hands, and L didn't particularly want to, so they sat just far enough from each other to appear polite.
"Well, about that – I still have a game to play."
"Light-kun-"
"It's over, yeah, yeah. I know," Light sung in minor annoyance, his spirits still high, "I want one day. Then I'm all yours forever, and we will judge criminals together-"
"-I will remind Raito-kun that I will not subscribe to his Kira joke-"
"-sure you will, this is justice-"
L shot him a look.
"-do not insult me, Light-kun."
"Fine. If you won't play Kira with me, at least pretend you're game for a day. It's easy. Just follow my lead. Just think of what God would do."
"If God was here, Light-kun, I would be asking him what to do."
"To do with-?"
"To do with you," L elaborated.
"I'm pretty sure you'll be fucking me in the shower."
"Is that all we shall ever do from now on?"
"Sex?" Light considered for a moment and frowned as if he had thought about the question many times himself, and always came to the same conclusion – a conclusion that deserved a frown every time. "Yeah. To be fair, it's great sex though."
"That will most certainly not do. I shall come up with something more to entertain Light-kun."
"Yeah. Sure, and while you're doing that, I have a story to tell you. The Devil's Trill-"
"Light-kun intends to tell me my favorite story?"
"Yup," and Light jumped up to his feet so quickly and carelessly that for a moment, L saw Light, and Light he saw was as black as the real Light, in a SWAT uniform, in a room with no ash in it – not yet. The imaginary Light danced around the room, calling out insanities, and L felt fear – fear, because he knew Light would try to kill himself, even if it would be a lie, even if it would be L himself who would nearly die, but it was only a memory, and it passed quickly, but not before delivering a stab to L's brain somewhere, and did his eyes ever hurt-
"You okay?" Light noticed, and offered L a black ash-stained hand.
"I am alright," L took it. "…flashback."
"Of?"
"D-delicious cak..."
But he couldn't fake it, even if he tried, because for the first time since he started sporting it like a fashion statement of extremely bad taste, L's fake heart lost a beat and fell out of rhythm. Blood rushed past his eardrums, and before he even realized his forehead was suddenly damp from cold sweat, he couldn't feel Light's hand in his own anymore because his fingers were numb.
There was no pain so he wasn't having a heart attack, but there was cold, and it washed down his arm; when blood failed to travel any lower, L felt the ground escape from under his feet.
Light caught him.
Dizzy and almost unconscious, L wondered just how significant it was that Light bothered to catch him instead of leaving him on the ash-covered floor and going to brush his hair or something.
And so, L said: "B-brush… hair-" because to him, it seemed like a very appropriate thing to say.
Light's eyebrow got lost somewhere in his hairline and he miscounted a few beats in L's pulse… which didn't make much difference because there was barely any pulse to begin with.
"Up," he ordered, dragging L to his feet, and a petty thing like L's legs not really listening didn't stop him from slinging L's arm over his shoulder and dragging him five floors down the half-collapsed staircase and into the mostly undamaged basement.
L said something about Light's hair products.
After setting L on the couch – one of three pieces of furniture that that belonged to the construction crew before the construction was abandoned, and the only piece of furniture locked in the basement that survived the explosion above – Light went to fetch tea. Impressed by his own resourcefulness, Light pulled out a kettle, a large water bottle, two traveling mugs and a box of Black Tea in teabags from his tennis gym bag. When he plugged the kettle into the power outlet and it miraculously worked (just like their shower miraculously worked also), Light thought he deserved applause.
L immediately noticed a few things that made his unhappy cheeks even puffier, one of them probably being the fact that Light pulled out no sugar from his magic tennis bag. Secretly, Light snickered when L pretended to be indifferent to the lack of sugar.
"This tea is in teabags. I refuse to drink this tea that comes from teabags and is served in metal containers."
"Ha ha ha," said Light.
"Ah, but I am not joking," said L.
"Honey, if your blood pressure drops any lower, I'll have to call the hospital and ask them to take you back after you hijacked a helicopter just to get discharged. If you want that heart of yours-"
"Thing," L corrected.
"-if you want that heart thing of yours to keep beating, you will drink my tea that by the way I made with love, just for you."
L frowned and the corners of his lips wrinkled and pointed downward in clear displeasure.
"Right, honey?" Light demanded.
"…fine," L grumbled, sounding sourer than ever.
Since L looked particularly hostile, Light chose to keep his distance while he waited for the kettle to boil.
"How are you feeling?"
"I feel very tired and unhappy," L complained, still frowning.
This time, Light frowned too.
"Shouldn't have pulled you out of the hospital so soon. L, I honestly didn't know-"
"It is perfectly fine. Regardless of my state, I could not possibly get out of there soon enough. It was truly terrible-"
"Because they didn't let you have gummy bears?"
"Because everywhere I went, there were constant reminders of how terrible I felt when I could remember nothing, and as my memories were returning, it was terrible to know that there were a certain things I did not even know I did not know. Even now."
Light resisted an urge to ask L if he had feelings, instead he said, "look. I honestly didn't know how bad you were until now. But that's fine, I just need you to stand aside for the whole NPA business, I'll handle it quickly, okay?"
"Light-kun," L groaned, ready for another ending-related tirade, but Light shrugged him off with a wave of his own self-pity.
"I knew I should've stuck to the actual plan and saved the FBI/NPA heist for later. I honestly didn't know it was too early for you, but when you let me know you already had most of your memories back, I figured you were okay."
"I am almost surprised they missed it," L droned. "Amnesia patients cannot imagine their futures."
"And what about my nice touch with the magical zebra informant?"
"Matt will be upset with you again."
When Light seemed to be lost in an unpleasant memory, L tried to salvage the conversation.
"Is Light-kun not going to tell me the Devi's Trill?"
"My version or your version?"
"Whichever version Light-kun pleases."
"Are you actually going to listen or are you going to brood?"
"I shall brood until I am content."
Light told him to drop the brooding and go take a shower.
L refused.
Light told him he should move to make space, but L was very uncooperative.
Light sighed, and glared.
L sat directly in the middle of the couch just where Light had planted him earlier, with his dirty arms wrapped around his knees and his dirty hands latched tightly onto his pants. His eyes were liquid black slits, burning holes into the bright red kettle on the floor as it boiled and steamed. He looked quite pathetic and aware of his appearance completely.
"You look pathetic," Light couldn't help rubbing it in.
Instead using his words, L snatched a water bottle and chucked it at Light.
The surprisingly heavy projectile hit him square in the ribs, and Light was about to return the package to the sender's head, but then he noticed L resumed his pathetic knee-hugging and kettle-glaring position like picking a fight with Light wasn't his intention.
"Oh my god," Light realized, forgetting all about disciplining L into a civilized human being, "you're sulking. You're actually sulking!"
L wanted to send Captain Obvious some more regards with another water bottle but did not find one within his proximity. Instead, he settled on scratching one of his impossibly dirty feet with another and making a thin noise at the back of his throat.
"Perhaps Light-kun has forgotten, but I am L. L does not inhabit warehouse wreckages, Mello does this. This," and L glared at the kettle with such passion that the automated temperature button clicked and signaled Light that the water inside reached the boiling point, "is very below my style."
For a moment, Light was at loss of words, but eventually he settled for laughing, and he laughed whole-heartedly as he poured water over L's teabag. L did not find it amusing in the least and continued burning holes in the kettle – and Light wasn't sure why, maybe because L was sulking and Light felt a little bad for him, but instead of delivering a mug of steaming hot and bitter tea just to spite L, Light fished sugar out of his tennis bag and added enough of it to possibly kill a small animal. He didn't even know he packed sugar.
Oh well, he thought as he held it by the rim as he politely offered it to L, and after glaring at the criminal tea for a moment, L reached out for it with both hands.
Aside from it being unintentionally cute, Light noticed the tips of L's fingers still trembling around the mug. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, nudged L to the side and planted himself next to the sulking pile of injustice. It almost made L drop his mug and take a scorching tea bath, so Light supported the mug and guided it to L's lips.
Drinking strong tea with three hands made it much easier for L, and apparently made him mope even more.
"Come on-" Light tried, but L huffed displeasure immediately.
"I do not care for what Light-kun has to say, this is inexcusably lame."
"Just this one time, you can be lame."
"I am never leaving living arrangements up to Light-kun again."
"Alright, alright," Light chuckled, and L took another brooding sip. "It's only for a few more hours, you can do it. Be a sport."
The porcelain skin of L's thin nose wrinkled and Light imagined L's non-existent eyebrows furrow. "No," he refused.
Light no-longer cared, instead, intrigued, he reached for L's face.
Now suspicious, L leaned away.
"What is Light-kun doing?"
"Show me your eyebrows," Light demanded seriously.
L blinked his narrowed eyes away into owlish and confused ones.
"…no."
As Light was stubbornly leaning in, L almost spilled his tea on both of them, so Light plucked the mug from L's hands and put it away on the floor, crawling over L as he did it.
"Do you have eyebrows, L?"
Threatened, L continued to lean away and eventually found himself flat on his back on the dusty fabric of the couch, with Light hovering over his eyebrows, ready to brush his bangs away. So pathetic, sulky, and probably not in any state to defend his eyebrows, L did the only logical thing left.
He smacked the palms of his hands over his eyebrows, hiding them.
Light chuckled as L stared up at him through mockingly alarmed liquid-black eyes. He took the two silky wrists in his own hands, and instead of prying them form L's face, he leaned in and kissed his cool lips softly.
L's eyes drifted shut as his lips moved below Light's own, and eyebrows forgotten, L's hands found themselves threading through silky auburn strands of hair.
As their lips danced across soft skin and their hands ghosted over dirty clothes, Light wondered if L wanted to roll them over. But the semi-dazed man didn't seem to care for anything other than nibbling on the sensitive skin of Light's jawbone and making him arch his hips into his hand, so the brunette settled for rubbing his knee on the fabric of L's crotch.
Instead of moaning, L pleasantly purred against Light throat, and seeing it as encouragement, Light's hands got more aggressive, bolder. It wasn't L pushing Light down or guiding him through the merits of his own body, it was Light giving L pleasure through his clothes and small patches of exposed skin.
Their kisses became more heated and L, with his eyes screwed tightly shut, gave up on fiddling with Light's clothing in favor of draping one arm over the brunette head and using it as leverage to press his cheek to a warmer one.
Still teasing a tiny nipple under L's ruined shirt, Light watched in wonder as L's jean-clad legs fell apart and pulled Light's body between, and a hand pushed down on his waist to ensure contact of their semi-erect and clothed members.
L purred again when a warm hand slid under the hem of his jeans and ran down his aching length. Hot and pulsating, it twitched in Light's fist and precum ran down his fingers.
"I never realized you were so easy," Light whispered into L's ear because L still refused to let their heads separate.
"I am not easy," L whispered back, and to Light's surprise there was no hint of daze in his voice, no sexual haze, no desperate need, nothing like that. It was just pleasure mixed with confidence, and if it wasn't for those two almost passive emotions, Light would have stopped his hand and demanded L told him what was wrong.
Sensing this, L freed one hand and helped Light unzip his own jeans before joining Light's hand on his throbbing erection and guiding it over the sensitive parts and showing him the strokes that forced L to actually moan.
To Light's dismay, L was still teaching him.
Even in his current state of tired, disoriented, weak and soft putty, ready to melt into Light's hand, even completely passive under Light's dominating touch, L still was better than Light, L still dared to teach Light how to please him. He held onto Light's shoulder, pressing their foreheads together and keeping his eyes shut as Light watched faint emotion flash on his pale face, unable to kiss or bite or do anything. All while L's skilled hand guided his own hand down L's silky length, showing him, teaching him how to tease. Not to make L come hard, not to force screams of pleasure out of him, but to tease. Slowly stroking down, squeezing the base and releasing, gliding down the underside, playing with the tip...
L moaned and pulled on the brunette locks, and Light watched the chapped lips take quiet puffs of air. A tiny bean of sweat rolled down the thin porcelain nose.
"What are you doing," Light whispered in wonder after a thin whimper caused by scraping his fingernails down L's length.
"'Stand-ing aside and… and letting Light-kun h-h-handle the NPA business- ah, quickly-'" L quoted back, huffing softly and almost whimpering.
"Ah," said Light in amusement. "Gotcha."
The hand tangled in auburn hair tugged and dragged Light's head down to face L's weeping erection, and Light realized this was yet another way L was telling him to shut up and stop talking during sex.
Ah, well in that case, Light put his mouth to better use.
He lapped up the bitter precum before allowing his mouth to engulf the hot tip. L whimpered softly when warm lips wrapped half-way around his shaft and teeth dragged down its length slowly as Light sucked and pulled the organ out of his mouth.
Slow.
Light delivered pleasure with agonizing slowness, and L purred and occasionally moaned, and absolutely refused to nudge Light to go faster; his slow release was so close that the back of his mind was already cloudy and sleepy despite a warm cavern overwhelming most of his pleasure sensors.
High above him, Light heard desperate wheezing, and jagged fingernails dug into his shoulders hard.
L came with a long "aaah" that sounded like it was boiling deep in his throat for the entire duration of their encounter. No, not 'came,' Light realized. Melted.
Light lapped and swallowed, trying not to think about it, and just when he was about to zip the fly of L's jeans, soft fingertips brushed down his chin and guided him to crawl over L once again.
"Do you want to know what that was?" L asked, brushing his thumb over the side of Light's mouth. When the fingertip left, Light realized there was a streak of white on it, and he felt very silly, embarrassed even. L pushed the thumb to the brunette's swollen lips, and Light licked it off. "It was you, all you."
"What?"
"You wanted to outdo me ever since you and I met, Light. You always tried being better, doing all but what I have expected from you. I can tell you one thing: you have definitely outdone yourself. I have done nothing since I met you, I was and I am. You changed, many times, and I cannot say that I like what you've changed into, however I am here to face the facts. You adapted around me, and you want to be better than me. You want to be in charge."
"I-"
"Light will not interrupt me when I'm talking."
L took a short pause, and as the quiet echo of his monotone drone died out, Light realized he obeyed and stayed quiet without ever realizing it. It seemed that L took the pause just to let that sink in.
"And," L continued, "I do not think it is a good idea to let you play out your game with the NPA, nor do I think it is a good idea to let you be in charge. However, despite my better judgment, I shall let you… because I think you are still trying to play a game with me. I do not know what it is, but whatever it is, I just do not think you will be able to handle winning it."
Light just grinned.
"Oh, but wait 'till you see it!"
"I have a feeling Light-kun will not make me wait for long," a scowl returned to L's face, and before L resumed sulking and glaring at the food-related items that did not meet his standards, Light stretched out suggestively.
"About the 'being in charge' thing-"
L groaned and shoved Light's face away with a dirty hand.
"Later. Next month. I have a headache. Go away, Light-kun," was L's reply which roughly translated to 'ha ha ha, never.'
Light rolled his eyes and rolled off L, grabbed spare clothing and went to wash off the ash that now thanks to L was caked onto his skin with sweat. He plotted how to get L into the shower as well; they both had to look presentable for when his father got there.
A/N: Okie-dokie. Sorry, the first ending was terribad. Kinda like these parts, but terribad. I was fixing it and then I just gave up. REWRITE LOL.
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The word DT ends with is "truth."
CH33: Devil's Trill - pt. 2
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