Light pulled in a breath before swiveling in his chair to face L, who was sitting in his hunched position staring at his computer. It had been a week since the night that L had his 'problem', and since then, things had been a bit, well, awkward between them. He had finally decided that he just needed to confront L on the matter or he would be driven mad. He stared at L and waited for him to take notice. After a minute passed, L turned to look at him, a blank expression on his face. "Can I help you, Light-kun?" he asked. Light shifted uncomfortably.
"We need to talk, L," he said after a moment's hesitation. L blinked, his owlish eyes not portraying any reaction to Light's statement.
"What about...?" he spoke slowly, unsure of what Light was talking about.
"About... you know... what happened last Friday night," Light replied. L frowned slightly.
"I thought we agreed to not speak of the events of that night ever again," he said tightly.
"I know, but it's been bugging me since it happened, and if I don't talk to you about it, I can't concentrate on the case," he paused, "Please, L." he added softly. L frowned, but gave a small nod.
"Very well. I ask that you please wait until later tonight though. I would like to finish today's work," he stiffly relented. Light felt the tension in his shoulders evaporate, and he nodded at L.
"Thank you, Ryuzaki," he replied. He turned back to his desk and continued his work, the knowledge that he would finally be able to talk about the night secure in his mind, allowing him to work without cause for distraction.
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As the day drew to a close, all Light could think about was the upcoming conversation with L. He had been restless all day, edgy with the need to force the issue out into the open and learn... well, why? For one, why was L so unwilling to talk about the night? It was normal to have a wet dream, wasn't it? It seemed like L was hiding something from him, and that alone was trying him insane. He hated secrets, especially when they were being kept from him. There was something about what happened that night that L refused to say out loud, but Light knew he'd get him to spit it out, one way or another. At that he grinned to himself, albeit a bit evilly. He would get L to talk. Because Light Yagami always got his way.
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L sighed. He had dreaded this upcoming hour since Light had confronted him about the events of that fateful night one week ago. He had hoped that Light would simply forget and move on, but noo, he had to bring it up put L on the spot. He wasn't sure what he was going to say, but he figured if he just gave a vague answer that Light would be satisfied, even though he knew this was unlikely. But if Light found out the reason for his... problem... he would never let L rest again. It would be extremely dangerous for Light to wield that kind of information over L's head. It would give him the ultimate upper hand, and that could not happen. He thought about all this as he and Light dressed for bed, and Light's gentle tug on the chain jerked him out of his contemplation. He looked up at Light, who was staring down at him with a curious expression.
"You okay?" he asked quietly. L nodded.
"I assume you still want to talk about the events of last Friday?" he spoke, eyes staring hard into Light's. He looked expressionless, like a statue, but Light could see something in his eyes, something that he had never seen before in L. Fear. L was scared, and Light knew that he was the cause of it. He cringed slightly, and L looked down, fiddling with the chain.
"You know... Ryuzaki, if this topic is too hard for you to talk about, we don't have to," a sharp "No" from L cut him off. L stood up and looked Light straight in the eye. In a split second, he decided to do something insanely irrational, and with indefinable outcome. If he couldn't talk about what had happened, why not show Light the reason? He lifted his arms and leaned forward, cupping Light's face in his hands and kissing him straight on the mouth. Light froze, unsure what he should do. After a few seconds, he wrapped his arms around L's waist and deepened the kiss, letting his instincts take over. Contrary to popular belief, he did not have much experience in romance. Most people he met held no physical, emotional, or mental attraction to him. But with L...? It seemed that fate had intended them for each other. After a few minutes, they broke apart, both gasping for air.
"Oh L..." Light whispered, staring at L, who was looking down at the ground. He felt like a complete idiot now, kissing Light like that so spontaneously. He found his chin being lifted up, and he looked at Light, whose expression was gentle. "I feel the same." he said simply, tugging L closer in an embrace. L felt a rush of relief, and.. happiness? Could he even feel joy..? Yes. He could. And L was definitely happy.