Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note.

Author's Note: I apologize for not updating for a while. I have been having some personal issues that I need to work through and haven't found time to write.

Anyways, here's the next chapter!

"Eh, Light-san, you look sick! Are you okay?"

The obnoxious voice of one of Matsuda's assistants echoed throughout the set and he cursed the fact that women were so always god damn loud when pointing out the obvious. Her voice carrying across the set alerted everyone of his current state of being and he wouldn't be surprised if he was stampeded any moment now by at least one of his stalkers who would attempt to 'make him better' by smothering him. It was their goddamned fault he had bags under his eyes and looked like shit in the first place!

L had been right in predicting that they would attempt to get copies of his room key and sneak into his room during the night. He had woken from his restless half sleep to the annoying beep that informed whoever was outside the door that the card wasn't working. Then there were knocks on his door, which he promptly ignored. Then the second one had come around and done the exact same thing, rousing him from sleep once more. Then there were knocks on his door and the obnoxious voice of Misa whining that she'd 'had a nightmare'. He promptly ignored those as well, trying to sleep without success.

When his two stalkers finally decided to give up, what L had said to him before leaving popped into his mind and stuck. Surely he couldn't have meant it? He asked himself the same questions over and over until it was eight o'clock and Aizawa was banging on his door, telling him that he needed to get ready to go. He was running on fifteen minutes of sleep without caffeine in his system because he'd attempted to make himself not look like shit and had failed. He needed some goddamned coffee and he needed it fucking now.

And suddenly he felt two bodies practically squishing him, insolent babbling from both sides made his head hurt. Misa was currently feeling his forehead, squishing her boobs onto his arm in the process. God, that was disgusting. Why wouldn't Misa understand that he didn't feel any attraction towards women whatsoever? Not that the man practically groping him to 'see what was wrong' was any better. He hated them both.

"Oh, Misa-Misa's Light is sick! You have bags under your eyes, did you not sleep well?"

"Light-sama, I will gladly play nurse for you until you get better."

His temper was rising and if they kept it up he was going to throw one of his infamous 'hissy fits', as L often referred to them as. He didn't want their hands on his body, nor their voices in his ear. He wanted them to go away. He wanted some damn caffeine. He wanted some make-up to put on before L could show up and tease him about it. And then he'd decided that he'd had enough of this and unceremoniously snapped, forcefully shoving both of them away with a snarl as his eyes pooled with anger. He was livid.

"I'm not sick, I'm fucking sleep deprived! You kept me up all night trying to get into my room, so it's all your fault that I look like shit right now! So, shut the fuck up and get out of my face before I force you to."

Light knew he was being harsh, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Slam.

The impact he made from slamming one of the make-up room doors was enough to shake the wall. And then he heard Misa start to wail, huffing and turning on his heel to find some make up and instead was met with L staring at him with a curious look on his face. The brunette growled, pushing past the elder and reaching for the foundation before a pale hand grasped his own. He pulled away instantly, glaring up at him. He was in no mood to deal with him at the moment. The anger was pouring off him in buckets.

"Would Light-kun like some coffee before putting on his make-up? The hotel's coffee wasn't up to either of our standards and I went out to get some freshly brewed a little while ago," he said carefully, as if he was scared of the brunette exploding on him. After a long moment of glaring and tense silence, he sighed and reached for the cup. He flopped down onto one of the comfortable couches, not surprised when the other man followed him. He thought he deserved that much and besides his coffee really was delicious. L had been around long enough in his life to know what he liked in his coffee and he was glad. It brightened his mood considerably, downing the bitter liquid in silence.

"Does Light-kun feel better now?" he asked innocently, only to be met with a nod from the brunette who felt a bit guilty for almost tearing his head off and shot him an apologetic look. And by the looks of the tiny smile that quirked onto his face, he could say that he was forgiven. Sometimes, they didn't have to talk, it was much easier for him that way.

"Good," the elder man smiled and before he could blink, he was pushed down onto the couch and flipped onto his stomach. He snarled when he felt the bony man straddle his hips, making him unable to move and he cursed himself for ever trusting him after depriving him of sex for two years. And before he could even ask what the fuck he thought he was doing, those spindly fingers had sneaked up under his shirt and began kneading the tense flesh of his back. He instantly relaxed into the touch and let out a moan, now content with the knowledge that he wasn't going to be raped or anything of the sort. He trusted L, sort of. Most of his anger had melted away at the simple touch.

"You know, it's customary to ask someone if they want a back massage before giving them one," he pointed out, his voice full of bliss. He didn't really care all that much, but felt the need to chastise the man in some sort of way. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so good and certainly wasn't going to stop him. This in and of itself was another reason he had enjoyed being with L, he gave heavenly back massages that turned him into putty in his hands.

"I know, but you would have denied and I would have forced you anyways. I just cut out all the useless talking," he montoned and Light couldn't help but agree with him. He purred in pleasure as those hands roamed the flesh of his back and made him feel so good. He couldn't remember the reason why he wouldn't let L touch the rest of his body at the moment he was so high on Cloud Nine.

"Does Light-kun remember how he used to repay me for such back massages?"

Light instantly tensed once more, glad that he was face down so that his tinted cheeks were hidden. Yes, he sure as hell remembered how he 'paid him back' for such services. If he was about to ask him of that right now, then he would seriously punch him in the face and ignore his existence for the next month and a half.

"Relax, Light-kun, I was only teasing. This one is on me," he whispered into his ear, making him shudder lightly. It sucked that L knew what turned him on and how to use it to his advantage. He relaxed into the touch once more, letting out a content sigh as he continued to get the knots out of his muscles. Ah, this felt so good.

"L, thanks—" he started, not even able to finish the sentiment before the door slammed open. Then there was loud noise filling his ears once more and he only groaned and buried his head deeper into the pillow on the couch, not wanting to hear them bitch.

"L! You are tainting my Light-kun's innocence with your dirty hands! Get off him!"

"Light-kun lost his innocence a long time ago. I remember that night well."

"No way! My Light-kun would never give himself up for you, he's saving himself for me when we're married and have kids!"

"Why would he do that? Light-kun doesn't like women, especially whiny and loud ones such as yourself. Besides, it's already far too late for his innocence. And wouldn't having kids require you to have sex in the first place, Amane-san? You don't make any sense."

"Ugh! You pervert! I'm going to show you how much my Light-kun loves me one day!"

"That's nice, Amane-san, but could you keep your voice down? High pitched shrieking usually gives Light-kun a migraine and he was already feeling unwell because of your little escapades last night," he montoned, which was extremely contrasting to the high-pitched squeaking of the girl. He decided that he liked L's voice better, especially when he was whispering in his ear. He mentally slapped himself for that one. He was relieved when Misa finally shut the hell up at his words and lifted his head slightly to look around a bit.

"Get off me, L. I have to put make-up on because we start filming today, in case you'd forgotten," he sighed, squirming until he was out from under him and made his way towards the mirror. While he busied himself with making himself look pretty, it seemed Misa hadn't given up the fight, but was fortunately talking softer and in a lower voice.

"My Light-kun is not gay, I don't care what you say. Why would he be gay?" she blinked and L thought that she was obliviously stupid. How could she not realize that he was gay when he constantly threw bitchy hissy fits, usually preened his hair for hours in the morning, and swayed his hips when he walked, not that he minded that much at all. But, he knew voicing any of those reasons would earn him a one way ticket to being kicked out of the room and on his bad side, which he didn't want to be on. So, he was honest.

"Because if Light-kun were to enter a relationship with a woman, he would be forced to be the dominate one, which is not the role he prefers. He wants to be the one that is fawned over, taken care of, and made love to, which I, or any sane man for that matter, would gladly do for him. Women in relationships demand all the attention, which is why it would never work about between you two. Besides, even if you were to attempt to take care of him, you wouldn't do it right," he smirked, leaving the blonde girl speechless. Not only was that the longest thing L had ever said to her, it was taking a moment to process in her brain.

"Well, now that everything is cleared up about that, I must be on my way. I have to get dressed, warm up, and do necessary things before we start filming. Oh, and Light-kun, don't think you're getting away tonight, I'm going to treat you to dinner no matter what."

Then he was gone. The brunette felt strangely…touched about what L said about him. And it was true, so he decided not to push the whole dinner date idea. He would let it slide for now and attempt to worm his way out of it later, or so he told himself. Then it seemed that the blonde finally realized what he had said and was shrieking once more.

"THAT PERVERT! He knows nothing about you, my Light-kun. I know you're not gay, so don't listen to what he says. I have to leave as well, see you on the set, my love," she bubbled, before skipping off. He sighed when he was finally left alone, remembering the feeling of L's hands on his skin and how heavenly it used to feel when such hands were roaming all over his body. He wanted to succumb to his desires and just take the sex that he was being offered on a sliver platter, but wasn't going to give in just yet. If he and L were going to get into this, they were going to do it infuriatingly slow and he was going to draw some emotions out of the man if his life depended on it. And until he was sure that L meant those three little words he had uttered last night, he was going to be abstinent.

Or rather, he was going to play hard to get.

Mello wasn't one for squirming, but if he was, then he certainly would be doing such right now. Currently, he was perched in a comfortable armchair, watching the scene of the movie being acted out in front of him with mock interest. Light was currently doing a scene in the beginning where the detective placed cameras all throughout his room and he had to avoid them while killing at the same time. It really was interesting, but he couldn't pay attention.

It wasn't the movie that made him uncomfortable, but rather the two people he was in between. Matt and Near, both of which he had managed to seduce into bed last night. In separate beds and different times, of course. And now things were tense because he was sure that they knew that he had double timed them in one night, which was a bit harsh.

Not like it was a secret that he was in a relationship with them both at the same time, but when forced into such tight quarters where they would being seeing each other every day, he imagined things could turn ugly pretty fast. They could ask him to choose between them, which seemed impossible to him, or they could both leave him all together.

But he really did care about them both, for different reasons. Matt was his best friend and always had been, his loyal dog that he tugged around on a leash. He would always follow him and was devoted to him like no other. He let the blonde take out his anger on his body without asking for anything in return and he was just so fucking hot he couldn't explain it. Near, on the other hand, was his rival in the industry and always had been. He got excited when they fought for roles and even more so when he had to fight to get him into bed with him. It was fun that way and provided a challenge.

He watched them both carefully out of the corner of his eye, watching them lock eyes for a moment before looking away. Oh shit, he was so screwed. The questions began to flood his mind. Which one would he give up if he only had the choice of only having one?

That was impossible to answer.

"Come now, Light-kun, you did promise me a date. You can't back out now," the elder man smirked, holding out his hand to him. He didn't care that Misa and Mikami were fuming at the scene and he sighed before took the pale hand into his own and lacing their fingers together. And then he was being tugged off in the direction of down town, a tiny smile flitting its way across his face. He hadn't felt such happiness in a long time.

Poor L thought this was going to be easy, but they were going to start all back over at square one like they hadn't been having rampant sex since he hit puberty. He was going to have to work for everything he got, which included sex. Oh, this was going to be fun.

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