Author's Note:
Hello my lovelies! Here we are with our Friday's appointment!
I'm so exited.
Anyway, this is the last chapter I have ready, the next one is half way done. Sadly, school takes most (ALL) of my time, so I don't know if next week there will be an update. I'll try my best, of course!
Ok, stop. Now, enjoy (and let me know what you think! :P)
Near was cold. When he had been kidnapped he had been wearing a plain cotton T-shirt and pants, appropriate for his house, with the radiators warming the environment. But here, in this refuge, under the ground, in December, he was freezing.
He had developed a cold. He felt the roughness crawl in his throat, making his lungs heavy and his body sluggish. He coughed, the sound echoing in that basement. He had lost sensibility in his legs, after six days sitting on the chair. The other child had stopped crying, his head dropping forward, the snot coming from his nose dripping on his shirt.
How disgusting.
Near grimaced, trying to shift a little. His mind felt full of cotton, his thoughts slow and confusing.
He had a fever, of course, so the general tiredness was to be expected. It didn't mean he had to like it.
The man had kept coming every day, giving them the basic amount of food and water to survive, and then going away, not saying anything. Near could feel his frustration surround him, amplified by his silence and the growing heaviness of his steps on the metal staircase.
The man was tired of waiting, of course. But it had been a mere week. Near had calculated that another week at least was needed for things to settle in the black market.
So, he had another week to live. Another week of time for his mother to find him.
He trusted his parent, of course, but he had never been this vulnerable.
He felt his mortality crawl in his bones, and he was, for the first time in his life, scared.
He could die.
Death. Oblivion.
No more thoughts, no more puzzles, no more loving embraces that he didn't need but he secretly wanted.
He had always known, of course, that he was mortal. That his life was an idle thing, so easy to break. But it had always been a concept, like the existence of a God watching impartially over the world. He hadn't had the proof, so he had dismissed it.
But now…
In a week, he could die.
In the dark, with no one that could hear him, Near whimpered softly.
The journey had been quick.
That was a first for him, because planes had limited space he could explore, a certain numbers of seats that he could crouch on, and they were noisy. Even the best jet money could afford made some kind of sound.
All these things had always unsettled him, and had used the flight's hours to catch up with some sleep.
He hadn't been able to, this time. He had stared at the air in front of him, sweets forgotten, from Gatwick to Narita.
Light had contacted him. Well, had contacted Matt, but the concept was the same.
After twelve years of silence, of solitude, of loss, the other had made his appearance, startling him out of the cocoon of monotony he had surrounded himself with.
It felt like a déjà vu.
L remembered the first time he had seen the teen that later had stolen his heart.
He had been walking down the corridors of the Institute, bored out of his mind. He had already done his 'homework', had read all the books in the library, sparred with Beyond, stared at Alternative and annoyed the hell out of Roger. He hadn't known what to do, so he had been going to the kitchen. Eating cake was a good way to pass the time.
The doors had opened, and after Wammy an eleven years old had walked in, covered in dried blood and with rust colored hair covering his eyes.
The old inventor had greeted him, and feeling the presence of another human being the stranger had looked up.
They had stared at each other for minutes, evaluating the other person as a threat or an ally.
L remembered that he had been captivated by that golden gaze, the haunted look of it, and the hidden spark of intelligence at the bottom of those pools.
He hadn't even listened to Wammy's poor excuse of introductions.
"There's an empty bed in my room" he had said, and walked away.
Two hours later they had been the best of friends, the most vicious of rivals, the closest of confidants – or so L had thought, but he hadn't been able to discover what had happened that night at Light's family, and years later he hadn't known why the teen had felt the need to disappear, to go away from him.
And now, he was going to meet him again.
L stared out of the tinted window of the car – limousine, because he wanted his comfort thank you very much, and he had too much money anyway -, noting absently that he hadn't even noticed the landing, or getting out of the plane. He had been deep inside his mind, reviving all those moments with Light, their fights, solving cases, making love…
He wasn't a romantic man by nature, he had never been. Most people these days that knew him – or had worked with him while he hided behind a computer screen – had described him as a 'heartless bastard'.
He agreed, of course. He had given his heart to someone only often in his life, and that man had gone away. It was really so strange that he had grown cold in all these years?
But now, now.
He felt a gnawing hunger grow in his being, a need to know, a deep longing for a closure.
He wanted so much to take Light and shake him, yell at him demanding answer, kiss him.
But Light had summoned him in Japan for a case, of all things. L was still confused about that. Light was a genius, so why didn't he…
L blinked, looking around.
When had they arrived to the hotel? His eyes rested on the huge windows taking up one of the four walls, Tokyo's skyline open for him to see. The rest of the room was luxurious as always, with too much space for just one person and comfy looking armchairs and couches scattered around.
L thumbed the phone in his pocket. Through Matt, Light had given him his number, instructing him to text the address as soon as he was settled in his chosen hotel.
The urgency had baffled him, but if Light felt this anxious probably the situation was serious enough to force his hand, like it had happened.
So L fished his phone out and opened it, his thumb flying on the buttons in autopilot, ready to digit. Then he stopped.
He turned, looking sheepishly at Watari behind him, the old man setting equipment all around the rooms.
"Hem, what's the address?"
The night before, after Light had ended the video feed with Wammy's and they had all gone to sleep, Beyond had woken four hours later, disoriented and thirsty. He had padded in the kitchen, fetching a glass of water and drinking it, while checking the time on the silver clock on the wall.
It was four in the morning.
Beyond sighed, put his glass on the table and exited the room, ready to stretch himself again on 'his' couch and go back to dream land. He had passed the staircase, blinked, and looked up, listening intently.
Then he had smirked deviously, slowly creeping up the stairs.
Light had been woken two hours later by a startled yell and a dull thud, like a body hitting the ground. He had blinked, yawned, and stood up, opening the door and brought his head to the door, just in time to see the back of a fuming Mikami, muttering about 'creepy stalkers' and 'killers that snuck in his bed while he's asleep'. He blinked, smiled and shook his head, closing again the door.
It was too early to deal with Beyond's silliness.
"I don't understand why he feels the need to harass me" ranted Mikami, waving his hands around and making a mess out of his hair.
Light chuckled, stirring the soup in its pot. "I think that, in his weird and creepy way, he's trying to catch your attention."
"I hadn't noticed" muttered sarcastically the other, leaning against the fridge. He had taken off his glasses, and his dark green eyes were narrowed. "He has my attention alright; it's not like I can let him go around without supervision. Who knows what he will do" he ranted, messing again his hair. "I just don't understand why me!"
"You're really clueless, aren't you?" asked Light, preparing to plates, which he then brought to the table.
Mikami sat down, staring at him. "You know why?"
"Of course I know why. Hell, even Matsuda would notice it. He likes you."
"Well, I don't. I don't see why he has to keep on making disturbing things. This morning I found him sleeping naked all over me!"
"He wants to get in your pants."
Mikami spluttered, his eyes wide and disbelieving. "But I don't like him!"
"He does."
"I don't! I hate him."
"Close enough" winked Light, standing up and making his way towards his phone, who had chimed.
He had a new message from an unknown number.
He opened it, and almost dropped the phone. He turned towards Mikami, resisting the urge to just run out of the door.
"Come on, we have to go. L's in Tokyo."
Light was nervous.
He was fidgeting in the passenger seat of the car, too distracted to drive. Mikami had then insisted to drive him to the hotel, not commenting on his restless behavior.
He felt as if his entrails were turning to stone, knotting themselves heavy and restricting around his stomach. He was suddenly grateful that the message had arrived before he had managed to eat more than two spoonful of soup. He was nauseous, and felt the urge to throw up – what he didn't know, since he hadn't eaten practically anything that day.
His hands were clamped on the case's folder, the copy he had made back when Near was still with him and he had wanted to stay with him more, but still try to stop that cursed murderer…
The hotel was luxurious and bright, attracting attention. There was a red carpet leading to the entrance, and all that ostentation made Light snort loudly, his contempt reflected in his friend's face, while they entered. It was too pompous, and not like L at all.
But he couldn't know, could he? He hadn't seen the man for twelve years and for all he knew he could have become a blond pop star.
The laugh that escaped his mouth was hysteric, earning strange and haughty looks from the other guests, who stayed clear of him.
In the elevator Light had to lean on the wall, panic flashing on his face.
God, how could he face the man he had left, the man who didn't even know he had a son, the same child who was missing?
Mikami brushed against his shoulder, and Light nodded to himself, trying to collect himself. They were there for Near. The matter of his and L's relationship could wait.
He closed off his expression, a blank mask sliding on his face, and faced the doors. When they opened, he was the embodiment of professionalism.
Wammy was waiting for them.
"Kira, I find you well" the old man said, his lips curling in what Light knew was disgust.
"Likewise" he answered, following the retreating man down the hallway.
Mikami was a silent presence behind him, silent and watchful. They stopped in front of a nondescript door, on which Wammy knocked.
The man who opened the door was nothing like the teenager he remembered. He was a little taller than Light, his shoulders broad and squared, but still lean and elegant. His hair was the same rat nest as always, and his eyes were looking right at Light with an intensity that made him lose his breath.
"Thank you, Watari" the smooth voice said, his depth making shivers run down Light's spine.
Focus, he said to himself, stepping into the room, barely hearing the door close.
Silence.
An uncomfortable awkwardness was between them, and Mikami cleared his throat slightly, stepping around him and looking at L.
"I have to leave, but since Light's didn't have a photo for the last child, I brought the only one I have ever made of him."
That shook Light out of his stillness. "What? But he doesn't like photos! That's why I couldn't give anything to my team!" he argued.
"I know, that's why I took him by surprise."
"And you never made me see it?"
"You will see it soon enough. Anyway, I have to go. L, it was a pleasure to see you again."
Mikami smiled at the nod from L and left the room, leaving the two of them alone.
They stared at each other, either of them not managing to remove their eyes from the other.
"You've grown" said Light.
"You too. I…" L blinked, and shook his head, turning and sitting in one of the armchairs, his knees drawn to his chest like always. "I won't ask you why you left" he stated, his eyes closing for a second before settling again on Light. "Why Beyond is here?"
Light blinked, not expecting the question. "Beyond?"
"Yes. I've been tracking him for years. You know he has killed people, right?"
He winched, sitting down on one of the couches, facing the other. "Yeah, I actually hadn't seen him for seven years before he showed up. He's here for the same reason I need your help."
L gestured him to continue. "There's been a person, probably male, that kidnapped children and killed them, taking their organs. We got a lead, and the newspaper somehow reported that I had had the idea. My son disappeared soon after" explained Light, clenching his hands.
L blinked, then stood up. "Tell me everything. In detail."
Beyond was lounging shirtless on the couch, bored out of his mind. When he heard the front door open he stood up, grinning up at Mikami.
"Welcome back home, honey" he said teasingly, earning a glare from the other. "Where's Light-o?" he asked, following the older man up to his room, leaning then against the doormat.
"With L" Mikami answered, beginning to undress.
"Pity, I wanted to be there" muttered absently Beyond, his eyes trained on the other's ass.
"Stop staring. And what are you doing in my room again?" asked Mikami, sitting on the bed with only his underwear. He looked around for his tracksuit.
"Admiring the view" replied Beyond, moving towards him.
"Beyond, really, you have to stop" insisted Mikami, looking up at the man towering over him. "I just don't li-"
He was cut off by a pair of soft lips on his own, hands sliding softly through his hair. They were insistent, pressing against his mouth, parting slightly to let a tongue through set on probing and asking entrance. He struggled, but Beyond held him in place, a soft growl emanating from his chest.
A harsh nip on his bottom lips, a gasp, and that tongue was inside his mouth, brushing his teeth, coaxing slowly his own to answer. Mikami felt his resolve crumble, relaxing and starting to enjoy the kiss.
They lost themselves in each other, parting only when they had to breathe. Beyond had straddled Mikami, feeling giddiness explode in his chest and a fire start in his loins, making him jerk slightly forward, encountering a similar hardness and moaning, breaking the kiss.
"This doesn't mean anything" muttered Mikami in his ear, kissing then down his neck while undoing his jeans buttons, and he smirked, standing up to remove the annoying cloth.
Before he could go back to his position he was backed up against one of the wall, a hand insistently pushing down his underwear and cupping his backside, while his head was tilted upward to receive another kiss.
He then felt naked skin against his own, making him moan and realize that he had spaced out, lost in the act. Their cocks slid against each other, and Beyond arched his back, a desperate mewl leaving his throat, and he widened his red eyes, embarrassed at the sound.
Mikami chuckled in his ear, nipping the lobe, his fingers probing along the edge of his anus. "When was the last time you've done something like this?" he was asked, a hand wrapping around his left knee to lift his leg around the other's waist.
"I don't remember" he breathed, his hips grinding down against the tip of the finger that had entered him, wanting more of the delicious feeling. "Too long."
"You're tight" muttered Mikami against his neck, and Beyond grabbed his shoulders, liking the feeling of being manhandled. The finger entered him fully, the slight burn making his cock twitch, a drop of precome coming out of the tip.
"Go on, I like the pain" he reassured him, relaxing his muscle and swallowing more of that finger that just wasn't enough. He grinded forward, kissing the other's throat. "Come on, give me more!"
He felt the sigh against his hair, and then another finger was pushed him, the dryness making pain shot up his spine, and he grinned, moans escaping his mouth as those digits searched inside him, the knuckles stretching him wider with each stroke. The third finally joined the other, and he gave a startled throaty shout when they pushed in roughly, pressing against his prostate. His eyes rolled and he moaned, his breath picking up. They kept stretching, massaging his sweet spot in ways that almost made him orgasm just then.
"I'm ready, please…" he pleaded, and sighed in relief feeling those fingers retreat, his widened muscles constricting around the emptiness, before he was grabbed by his thighs and hoisted up, the tip of Mikami's cock against his hole. He hooked his legs on the other's hips, his nails digging in his shoulders when he was lowered, the larger circumference making him hiss in pain. But he kept moving his pelvis downward, wanting the entire piece of flesh inside of him.
When Mikami bottomed out Beyond opened his eyes, seeing dark green orbs staring right at him, the pupils blown with lust. He wondered what the other was seeing. His lips were swollen, a flush had risen along his neck on his cheeks, and he knew his eyes had darkened.
The first thrust took him by surprise, a strangled sound escaping his mouth, feeling his back slide on the wall and his hands fighting for purchase, settling then for a shoulder and around the neck. Mikami's cock pushed inside him, the friction making him pant and whine, his head thrown against the wall behind him. Lips traced his neck, licking the sweat forming there while the other fucked him, his movements speeding slightly and settling in a rhythm that made his head spin.
Beyond moaned when his prostate was brushed again, losing control over his mouth, that slackened and hanged open, groans filling the air. "There!" he managed to say, one of his hands sliding through Mikami's hair, who nodded and drew him into a kiss, dominating his mouth and thrusting again against his sweet spot, over and over again.
His breath speeded up again, feeling the warmth coil in his belly, tighter by the second. Mikami's lips were on his throat, sucking on the skin and creating a dark purple hickey, and the thought of the mark of ownership made him fall over the edge with a high-pitched moan against the other's hair, his come splattering on their stomachs.
Beyond's body relaxed, and he barely managed to hang on with his arms, his legs slowly sliding down and being held by the other's hands on his thighs, the fingers pressing against the flesh, probably leaving bruises. Mikami groaned lowly in his ear, his pelvis jerking unsteadily and his thrusts turning erratic, the motions rough against him, before he stiffened and emptied his load inside him, pushing Beyond one last time against the wall. Then the older man lowered the other gently to his feet, his softened cock leaving the snug channel with a squelchy sound.
Beyond felt tired and deeply satiated, a goofy smile making its presence known on his lips while he leaned against the other, feeling come trickle slowly from his backside down one of his thigh in a very satisfying manner. He looked up at Mikami, who was watching him intently, half carrying him to his bed.
The mattress felt wonderful under him, and he sighed happily, snuggling in the covers and tugging the older man over him, liking the feeling of being pinned down. He nosed on his neck, feeling Mikami snort in his ear and cover him with a blanket against the December's chill.
"This was a one-time-only thing" muttered Mikami, settling down comfortably and resting his head on the pillow beside his ear.
"Whatever you say" mumbled back Beyond, a lazy satisfied smile on his full lips, before his tired eyes closed and he fell asleep.