Author's Note:
Just have a warning. Like I said in the previous chapter, there will be no explicit sex scene, but there will be an intense make-out session. It's kind of long, for I couldn't contain myself. And in case you hadn't guessed already, it's between two men. So if you're not into that kind of thing, stop reading. If you don't like it and you keep reading, that's your fault. So don't yell at me. Anyway. Moving on.
This will be the last part of this story, so I hope you guys like it.
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Chapter Two
"Hi, Light."
The named teen still couldn't speak. His lover whom he thought to be possibly dead or fatally wounded and in a hospital in Iraq was standing in front of him, alive and breathing. Light started shaking slightly as his mind spun. He couldn't be dreaming, could he? He hoped to whatever god there might be that he wasn't. Light couldn't take his eyes off of the black haired man, though. It was only when his vision started to blur that he realized he was biting his lip to hold back a sob and he tried to reign in the tears threatening to spill over.
L saw the tears, though. He picked up his bag that was lying on the floor beside him and stepped forward. Light also stepped back to let him through and L tossed his bag to the side again.
Stepping toward his lover, L wrapped his arms around the shaking teen, pressing their bodies together. L closed his eyes and took a deep breath, indescribable amounts of joy welling up in his chest as he held the one he loved close after months of being apart.
"Don't cry," L whispered gently into the amber eyed teen's ear.
Light couldn't hold back the sob anymore. He let it escape his throat, along with the warm tears from his eyes. He wrapped his arms gently around L's back, aware of the wounds that must be concealed by his clothes and how sore he must be. Burying his face into the crook of L's neck, Light breathed in his wonderful scent. It reminded him of sweets. He could never get enough of that smell.
L winced slightly as Light's arms wound around his sore back, but he forced himself to relax. He had wanted the boy's touch for so long, and he wasn't about to make the teen think that he didn't want that touch. L drew Light closer to him, starting to soothingly rub his back.
"Shh…." L murmured quietly, trying to calm the boy. He knew how shocking it must be for him. There was no doubt a report on the accident on the news, and Light no doubt saw it. Said boy sobbed again and L started rocking him gently back and forth, still rubbing his hand in small circles on his back. "It's okay," he whispered.
Light tried to take a deep breath, but more sobs wracked his chest. He tried desperately to get a grip on himself, to calm down. But the tears were flowing harder as L spoke soothingly to him and as his hands worked slowly on Light's back.
They stood there for a couple of minutes before Light had calmed down enough to get a decent gasp of air. Forcing his tears to stop and gathering up his voice, Light reluctantly pushed away from the warmth of L's embrace. Meeting the black haired man in the eye, Light raised one of his hands towards L's face. He gently brushed the cut there with his finger tips, noting how L flinched slightly. Light couldn't help but ask a question that he already knew the answer to.
"What happened?"
L sighed, which hurt his chest. Whether it was from his immense happiness or his bruised ribs, he didn't know. Letting his arms fall from Light completely, L looked away. He knew this conversation was coming, but that didn't mean that he wanted it to happen. "Go into the living room," he replied quietly. "I'll tell you."
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Light stared at L, dumbstruck. He had heard about what happened on the news, but he needed to hear it from L himself. But the last thing he expected was to be on the verge on crying again. He thought that since he already knew what happened and L was just verifying it, he would be fine. But he was wrong. It was ten times worse than hearing it on the TV.
"Why didn't you e-mail me?" he found himself whispering. "Or call? Something?"
"I didn't want you to worry," L answered honestly, not able to look the other in the eye.
Light couldn't help but glare at his lover. "So you thought it was batter to scare me half to death?" he retorted hotly. "I didn't hear from you for three weeks, L! And then you come home like this? If you had told me what happened, yes I would've been worried, but at least I wouldn't have thought you were dead!" Light's voice cracked a little and his eyes started to water, but he held back the tears.
"I'm sorry," L whispered, his own eyes watering. "I just…."
"What?" Light snapped. When the harsh word left his mouth he wished he could take them back. He hadn't meant to sound so angry. But he was just so upset he couldn't help it.
L's tears escaped his eyes as Light's harsh tone cut through him. "I didn't want you to see me like this," he murmured.
Light felt his heartbreak as L's tears dropped onto the floor. Feeling his anger dissipate, he got up and sat next to L on the couch. "It's not that bad," he reassured his lover in a murmur. He raised his hand gently to caress L's face, but the older man turned his head away.
"I'm ugly," L said ripping Light's heart to shreds.
Cuddling closer to the raven haired man, Light put his head on L's shoulder and put his arm lightly around him. "They'll just be scars," he murmured, nuzzling closer to the one he had missed so dearly. He was careful about the burns still visible on L's neck, putting his head a little in front of them. "They'll heal. And you've never been more beautiful."
Gingerly lifting his arm and putting it over Light, L brought the auburn haired teen closer to him still. He had craved this closeness for months. He turned his face into Light's hair and could smell his coconut lime shampoo. "You're lying," he said flatly, breathing in more of his lover's scent while playing with the hair at the base of Light's neck.
"I'm not," the younger man replied. His eyes watered slightly as he felt affection envelop him as L played gently with his hair. He knew he was being emotional, but he couldn't help it. He had wanted to have a moment like this with L for so long.
Feeling a shaky breath leave Light and wetness on his shirt, L stopped playing with the boy's hair and leaned away a little. "Are you crying?" he asked gently.
Light leaned away and nodded slightly. Looking down, he responded, "I haven't seen you in six months. I've missed you so much."
L sighed lightly and shifted his position so he was facing Light more fully. Gently running his hand down Light's jaw, the black haired man slid his hand under his chin and tilted Light's head up. Leaning forward, he captured those trembling lips that he had craved and dreamed about.
Light's breath hitched as L's lips met his own. His heartbeat quickened as his eyes slid closed. Their lips moved gently, molding together as if they were fashioned for each other. Light started to lean into the kiss when L pulled away, but only slightly. Light whimpered at the loss of contact with his long absent lover.
L moved his hand from under Light's chin back to his jaw. Resting his forehead against the younger's, he moved his thumb to tease Light's lips. "I missed you, too," he breathed quietly before moving his thumb and reclaiming Light's mouth.
Light didn't miss his chance this time. Immediately he leaned forward, accepting L's kiss eagerly.
A minute went by and the air around them grew heated. Light moaned as L slid his tongue out to lick hus bottom lip. It wasn't too long until L asked for entrance, but Light wasn't going to let him just yet. Keeping his lips firmly shut, Light pulled away, looking up and meeting the confused black eyes of the other. Smirking, Light dipped his head and grazed his teeth against L's Adam's apple.
L moaned and a shiver of pleasure went down his spine. He felt Light licking the teeth marks now adorning his neck and he grabbed the teen's sides. As Light continued nipping and licking his neck, L slipped his hands under his shirt, running his fingertips gently across the tanned skin.
Light lifted his head and let out another moan as L's hands worked on his sides. Panting slightly, Light laid his head on L's shoulder, reveling in the feeling of having his lover's hands on him. Reaching his arm across, Light laid it on L's other shoulder and squeezed slightly, while his other hand gripped L's jeans.
L could feel the pleasure coursing through Light as the teen's hands gripped him. Dipping his head L started to copy Light's earlier actions onto the teen's own neck, receiving soft sighs of pleasure as Light tilted his head back to give L better access. L felt his jeans become uncomfortably tight as Light's hand started to knead into his thigh. He knew that he couldn't go on like this much longer. He needed Light now.
Pulling back and receiving another louder whimper from Light, L bent down and kissed the amber eyed boy as he looked up. Light seemed to understand as he wrapped his arms around L's neck. Sliding slowly off the couch and standing up, L brought Light with him.
Light felt L's need as the two of them pushed together and his own became more apparent. He sighed and opened his mouth, granting L's tongue permission to explore his mouth freely. L didn't hesitate, sweeping his muscle into the wet cavern, gliding it across Light's own tongue and both of them moaned.
L wrapped his arms around Light as he took a step backward toward the bedroom. Light followed eagerly, pushing against L even harder in the midst of his passion. Feeling his left injured leg buckle beneath him, L broke the kiss and he quickly caught himself on a nearby wall and righted himself.
"I'm sorry," Light whispered, guilt shinning in his eyes.
L smiled at the younger and brought him close again. "It's fine," he whispered back, kissing Light with all the passion he felt for the teen. He could still feel the guilt the teen felt and slipped his hands beneath Light's shirt again.
Gasping, Light pulled away and tilted his head back. His breathing quickened and he knew L was trying to distract him from his guilt from making him stumble. And it was working, as L moved his hands up and across Light's chest, brushing his nipples with his thumbs. Letting out another moan, Light arched into L's touch.
Smiling at the pleasure etched into Light's face, L moved his hands back down to the hem of the teen's shirt and lifted it over his head, exposing his beautiful chest. He caught Light's flush as he stared at the flawless skin, moving his hands across it delicately.
Light leaned forward, unable to take the little touches anymore. He needed L. He needed to feel L inside of him, the two of them moving as one. Taking L's lips with his own Light let the older know what he wanted. L didn't hesitate and pulled away from the wall and started toward the bedroom again.
They barely made it, stopping at each wall to touch each other and tear another piece of clothing from the other's body. They were both fully disrobed by the time L pushed Light down onto the bed. Light crawled up to the middle, looking lustfully at his partner. L quickly followed, lying on top of him. Finally where they wanted to be the two locked passion-filled gazes, becoming completely lost in each other.
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L looked down at Light, who was curled up beside him with his leg thrown over L's waist. L shivered a little as Light's fingers traveled from his collar bone to the side, following the wound there. Light then retraced the path, going back up, only barely caressing the wounded skin.
"They're almost healed," Light murmured against L's neck, where Light's head was currently placed. His hot breath ghosted over L's skin, sending another shiver through him.
"They'll be gone in a few more weeks," L replied, sounding detached.
Light paused in moving his hand and tilted his head a little to look up and L. "Why do you hate them so much?" Light wondered out loud.
L didn't meet Light's eyes. "I told you," he sighed. "They're ugly."
"And I told you," Light countered, "you're beautiful."
"You're lying," L repeated for the second time that night.
"I think you're lying," Light said, pushing himself up on his elbow. He looked down at his lover, who was looking away from him. Light ran his hand gently down L's chest. "What is it?" he asked gently. "Really?"
L let out a sigh and turned toward Light. Looking up at the teen, L drew in a deep breath before speaking. "I love you."
Light's breath hitched a little before slightly speeding up, along with his heart. L had never said something like that before. Sure, they told each other all the time that they really enjoyed each other's company and that they wanted to be together for a long time, but they had never proclaimed the reason. That they loved each other.
"You…. You love me?" Light repeated weakly.
"Yes," L whispered gently, looking Light in the eye.
"And…. And that's the problem?" Light asked, feeling hurt crawl into his chest.
"Yes."
Feeling his throat constrict and his eyes start to water, Light unwrapped his leg from across L's body. He rolled over onto his back, away from L. How dare L? Claim to love him, and then say that it was Light's fault that…. What was L claiming Light did wrong? Light didn't know, but he didn't really care at the moment. All he knew was that L was blaming him for something and it hurt. It hurt like Hell.
L realized how his words had sounded to Light. He turned over sorely, his aching muscles screaming in protest. His dog tags rattled as the dropped from his chest. He faced Light, propping himself up on his elbow and putting his head in his hand. He reached over and caressed Light's bare arm, but Light tensed. Light sighed. "I didn't mean it like that," L murmured, his hand still resting on Light's arm. "It's just…. Scars will always remind me of what happened. Every time I look at myself, I'll have to remember. And I want to forget about it."
Light nodded. That was sensible enough. Light would feel the same way, were the situation reversed. He wouldn't have to deal with remembering something like that every day of his life. "And what do I have to do with it?" he asked.
"You're the reason I want to forget," L said, looking down at the bed between them. He saw his dog tags swinging slightly in time with his pulse. "I don't want to be caught up in the past. I want to look forward to the future." Looking up, L looked at Light's face. Though the teen wasn't facing him, L could see that he was looking sideways at him. Reaching his hand up, L gently caressed Light's face with the back of his fingers. "With you," he added in a whisper.
Light couldn't remove his gaze from L's. It took a few seconds for Light to register what L had said, and still a few more to totally digest them. "L…." Feeling his eyes water for the umpteenth time that night, Light turned his head towards his lover.
The two stared at each other. They were both silent, neither wanting to break the trance-like state they were both in. Finally Light took a deep breath and spoke. "You're serious." It was a statement, not a question.
"Yes," L replied, looking Light straight in the eye.
Sighing shakily, Light turned toward L again, pushing him down gently. He lay down on L's chest, nuzzling up to his neck. He threw his arm over the black haired man's chest, his leg bending up to rest on L's hip. L wrapped his arms around Light, holding him close. Picking up L's dog tags from his chest, Light read them for the thousandth time. Turning them around in his hand, Light's spoke quietly. "I love you, too." L tightened his grip on Light a little and Light snuggled closer still to the older man.
No other words were exchanged. The two stayed silent for a long time before Light felt drowsy and closed his eyes. Within seconds, the teen was asleep and L started playing with the hair at the base of Light's neck. He gazed down at his sleeping love, as the boy's words rang through his head.
Tonight definitely didn't go how he had thought it would. Even in his best case scenario, L never would have imagined that Light would have accepted him, wounds or not, back into his life so freely. After not contacting him for almost a month, L was sure the teen wouldn't have wanted to talk to him. But he had been wrong. And L was never so happy to be wrong in his life.
L hadn't planned on telling the youth how he truly felt toward him, either. That he loved him. But L did. And he didn't think he could've held it in much longer. He wasn't lying when he said he wanted a future together with Light. He did. He wanted to be with Light forever. He could only hope that Light felt the same way.
He also hadn't expected Light to be so calm about his wounds. He knew Light wasn't so shallow as to break it off with someone just because they had a few injuries, but L couldn't help but manifest his own loathing for the wounds into Light. Looking down at the teen, L sighed quietly. Moving a little closer to the sleeping figure, if that was even possible, L closed his own eyes.
'Maybe he's right,' L thought to himself, feeling sleep starting to grip him. 'Maybe they are just scars.'