Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note, end of story.
Author's Notes: Mid-terms were draining, so I haven't been able to drag my lazy ass out of bed long enough to write this until now, forgive me (:
And after things had finally settled down, the 'catfight' ending with Aizawa dragging Light away much to their chagrin, it was time to begin. Each actor took their place in a circle of uncomfortable fold up chairs, their individual agents seated beside them as they waited for their director show up. The brunette crossed his legs and sighed impatiently, jumping slightly in his chair when he felt a hand encroach on the personal space of his inner thigh. He didn't have to glance beside him to know who it was, quite familiar with those spindly fingers on his body by this point, shaking his head slightly at the nostalgic thought. He swore before he agreed to make this movie that he wouldn't start up their rocky relationship again, but if L kept being so…pushy he just might give in because he really couldn't deny that he wanted his body. He blamed it on hormones. Hormones, right.
"You know, Light-kun left me heart-broken when he stormed out of our relationship all those years ago sputtering words I still can't comprehend to this day. It's only fair that Light-kun make it up to me by letting me take that pert little ass of his and–" he whispered huskily in his ear before suddenly being cut off by a loud slam that sounded like something extremely expensive breaking and drawing everyone's attention to the door. Then their director scrambled in, gibbering on about dysfunctional drivers before promptly spilling the bundle of paperwork in his arms onto the floor, watching his assistants sigh before picking up all the white sheets as the dark-haired man scratched his head sheepishly. Well, that was Touta Matsuda for you.
He was a huge idiot, really. He stuttered, he stumbled, and he made a mess of almost everything except for his movies. At first, the brunette had doubted the worthiness of Matsuda, but after working with him on a movie that had turned out to be his most successful yet, he was hooked. And it was still strange to him that a man so…stupid, could create such masterpieces. He didn't do many movies, but when he did they were simply stunning and the crowds would flock to see them. He wrote out the entire story line himself before taking three months to storyboard and draw out every single shot that would be used in the movie, hundreds and hundreds of drawings, he simply couldn't even imagine. His stories kept people on edge and his movies were always a success, but that didn't mean he wasn't a dumbass.
"Hello everyone! I'm sorry I'm late!" he greeted loudly, making half of them wince as his voice reverberated off the walls obnoxiously. He heard Mello begin to bitch to Matt in an undertone, who only rolled his eyes underneath those orange-tinted goggles and continued to mash the buttons of his game system. This didn't go over well with the blonde who promptly snatched it from his gloved hands and chucked it half way across the studio, no one paying much attention when the audible noise of his snapping was heard except for the now defeated redhead who hung his head.
"I'm so glad you all made it! Errrr, my assistants will pass out copies of the scripts if you don't have yours with you and for today we're just going to talk about the movie. I know we're going to have so much fun!" he said enthusiastically, stumbling over the leg of the chair in attempts to sit down properly. He couldn't help but think that the elder man was adorable, though he would never go for that type of idiocy. Sometimes he believed that if Misa weren't so fixed on making him swing her way, that she and Matsuda would make a perfect couple. Or perhaps he could make her fall in love with Mikami and somehow he would return her feelings? It would get rid of two of his stalkers at least. But there was still one left, who at the moment was attempting to pull him into his lap, swatting at him and attempting to keep his eyes trained on what was going on in front of them.
And so Matsuda babbled on, telling them about the depth of the storyline and the message that he was trying to convey with this movie. He thought it was important that every movie have a purpose and message, an important quality that Light actually admired the elder man for. And L didn't stop molesting him during the entire session, much to the displeasure of two glaring individuals across the circle. He knew it wouldn't be a problem though, as much as they fought with each other, they could put it all aside when the camera was rolling and be the characters they were assigned to be. And then they were dismissed, listen to him ramble about the nice hotel they would be staying in.
They gathered their things, nodding when Matsuda informed them all extremely loudly that shooting would begin tomorrow. They scrambled into the limo, gracefully sitting himself down next to Near, who he actually got along with. He knew their was no chance of the white-haired young boy attempting to molest him or hit on him in a perverse way, he actually felt like they had some sort of mutual understanding after playing back-up roles in one of his earlier movies together. They would never speak unless absolutely necessary, but their silence was never awkward. Unfortunately, L sat himself down next to him, followed by Misa and then Mikami. Mello and Matt clambered in onto the other vacant seat, apparently arguing over something. Well, more like the blonde just yelling.
Sometimes he swore that the redhead and the blonde were in a relationship, because they argued like an old married couple. And other times it seemed so obvious that they weren't in a relationship at the same time by the way they treated each other, more like the blonde treating the poor redhead. And he knew personally that they had a rocky on and off relationship, which wasn't good for anyone around them subject to their rage. Except for perhaps Near that made goo-goo eyes at Mello every time he came sauntering around swaying his hips. God, he just didn't want to know what was going on there, smacking the arm that was currently attempting to snake its way up his shirt.
For convenience sake, the hotel was only a few minutes away from the set, relieved when they rolled to a stop and the door opened, allowing him to jump out of the vehicle and avoid further conflict. He never remembered walking so quickly in his life, setting his luggage on a carrier and motioning for the bellhop to hurry the fuck up and come push it for him now before he died of public humiliation that would surely ensue if he stuck around much longer. And he checked in quickly, hurrying along the secretary before rushing into the elevator and riding up to his room on the top floor, a penthouse room that they would each have. No doubt someone would be sharing a room by the end of the movie, that much he was sure of. He just hoped it wouldn't be himself.
And after waving off the bellhop, he lugged his stuff inside his ornately designed room, large enough to fit an entire family and certainly large enough for him. He made sure the door was locked to avoid having more awkward encounters with his persistant followers and any fans who might have spotted him in the lobby, unzipping his suitcase and starting to unpack his neatly folded and pressed clothes. After arranging them perfectly in the drawer he moved into the bathroom and set out everything just the way he liked it. L always used to call him a neat-freak perfectionist, which fit the budget pretty well. And it was probably why L's ragged appearance always grated on his nerves enough to make him want to dress the detective himself, screw the consequences.
And after everything was in perfect order, he flopped onto the huge bed, sighing at the smell of clean sheets before allowing himself to drift off. He awoke an hour or so later, yawning and glancing at the time to discover that it was almost five o'clock, figuring that he better order something for dinner. He picked up the white plastic room phone, placing it to his ear and dialing the room service number before ordering what he wanted and specifying the time he wished to receive said food. Then he hung up, flopping back onto his bed and reaching for one of the books he had brought along, letting himself become immersed in it completely as he curled up on the bed comfortably.
He tensed when he recognized the sound of his door beeping before it clicked open, meaning that somebody had gone down and got a copy of his key, sighing and shaking his head at their antics. Well, at least it kept him on his toes. He recognized L's crouched form in the doorway immediately, rolling his eyes and slamming down the book on the bedside table childishly. He didn't want to talk to L right now, or ever really. Because if he did, then he was sure he would be roped back into the man's cat and mouse game he really was getting far too old to keep playing.
"What do you want?" he deadpanned, standing up off his comfortable bed and stretching lightly like a feline. He wasn't worried about being in the room alone with L, in fact he'd trust L over Mikami and Misa anyday. He knew that the elder man wouldn't dare lay a finger on him unless he was positive that he wanted it and he certainly wouldn't dare attempt to take off his clothes either, giving him a sense of security that certainly wouldn't reside there if trapped in the room with someone else besides him. And then a white room key was being tossed to him, watching it land on the bed and raising a brow in question.
"I am merely protecting Light-kun from those who wish to rape him, he should thank me really. When Misa and Mikami attempt to get copies of your room key, they won't work in your door because I had Matt change your door settings. We both have a copy. I figured this was the only way for me to protect you since I am doubtful Light-kun would accept the invitation to stay in my room," he monotoned, mock pouting at the end of his sentence as if it were equivalent to him kicking a puppy to deny him such rights, rolling his amber eyes at the sight of the elder man before him.
"You are correct in assuming such. But…I'll thank you for changing the encoding on the door, I really don't want to wake to find myself naked with Mikami leering over me," he shuddered, watching in amusement when the pale man clenched his fists and his lips stretched out into a displeased line as if he hated to even think about it. Which he probably did, because he felt the same way himself. Because Mikami was just…creepy. At least he had some sort of romantic connection with L in the past that was not the same for the eerie man that would probably attempt to climb the building to get into his window.
"Will Light-kun dine with me tonight?"
"I've…already ordered room service."
Silence engulfed the environment around them, nearly suffocating him as he tried to think of something intelligent to say that would break this awkward silence between them. And then it seemed L would do it for him, a bit shocked when the elder man paced over to him and held his chin so that their eyes were forced to lock. And then those surprisingly warm lips were on his own, brisk and sweet enough as if he were scared to push for much more. And he allowed himself to relax to the touch, cursing himself to a thousand different hells before making up his mind and shoving him away, regaining his personal space.
"Do you think that we can just…just pick up where we left off like those years apart never happened?" he demanded, making sure to keep his distance from L lest he lock their lips together once more. His resistance wasn't that strong and he had always been so good and making him feel amazing, so much to the point that it was mind blowing. L stroked his ego and made him feel more pleasure in the past than any of his previous lovers. His body seemed to be having an internal battle, the logical side screaming for him to kick him out and his hormones screaming for him to pull him closer, god dammit!
The silence was enough of a positive answer for the brunette, huff passing through his lips before gripping the actor's arm and dragging him to the door, promptly throwing it open before shoving him out. It was ridiculous that he thought that they could just continue, he was sure that they had changed as people over the years and it just wasn't that easy. He glared at him, waiting for some sort of explanation before he simply blew his gasket and lost all form of self-control. He hadn't felt so emotional and hormonal in a long while and it was certainly wearing him down. He couldn't handle much more.
"But…but…I love Light-kun."
The weak statement pumped anger through his veins, enraging him to the point of insanity. He hated to be lied to, but even more so when L did it to him. He wasn't serious about anything, always teasing and never putting any sort of real emotion into anything. And it was how their last relationship had been, completely based on sex and each other's bodies. But he changed and he simply didn't want a fuck buddy for a relationship, he wanted some love story like the ones he starred in. And while he wished L could be the one, his emotionless demeanor made it simply…impossible. And so it stung for the pathetic words to be thrown at him, when he was positive they weren't true. He wanted someone to genuinely love him, but no one did. And perhaps no one ever would.
"Could you be fucking serious about one thing in your god damned life?" he hissed, before slamming the door in his face. And if he had bothered to look out the peak hole, he would see the sad frowned etched onto L's lips as he began to slouch away slowly, dragging his feet on the bourbon colored carpet.
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