AN: After all this time, I'm back. I don't have any lame excuses, so don't ask for them. I stopped writing because I lost interest in Death Note, but I recently re-watched the series and became interested in writing this story once more. So, never fear, this story will continue on!

My writing style may or may not have changed over our time apart. If it has, and you like or dislike it, just let me know. I felt like this chapter was longer than all my others in an attempt to make it up to you guys after not updating this story for like a year. And I didn't several different points of view this time, instead of just Light's. Anyways, enjoy!

"So, Light-kun, where have you been these past two years?"

The smooth tenor sounded nonchalant, but Light knew better. Much better, in fact, he would bet a hefty amount of cash that L had been chomping at the bit to ask him that question since he had first arrived on the set.

"Oh, you know, here and there. I've been busy," he responded casually, elegantly sipping his red wine out of a crystalline glass dangling from his hand. It was absolutely divine, but he refrained from pouring himself another. Otherwise, he might as well just strap a mattress to his back and be done with it. Light couldn't hold his liquor if his life depended on it, but he loved red wine.

Of course, L was privy to this knowledge and had ordered an aged, expensive bottle that was just begging to be emptied after a long day of work. He wasn't worried about the elder man taking advantage of him, but knew L would have no moral qualms about "loosening his inhibitions" a little to extract the answers he wanted from him.

There were several questions underlying that one seemingly innocent query. The big one was, of course, why did you break up with me? And the second, did you fuck anyone while we were apart? L was always such a possessive bastard. A possessive, stubborn, childish bastard. This was only verified when he glanced across the table to see the elder man pouting at him for his vagueness. It was somewhat adorable, but that trick only worked for him, thank you very much.

"No, Light-kun, I don't know," he sulked, looking down at his bare feet and wiggling his toes. It seemed bizarre that someone would refuse to sit normally or wear shoes, especially in such a nice restaurant, but L had always been a little strange and, by now, he was used to it.

Thankfully, the waiter chose that opportune moment to intervene by asking if they were ready to place their order. It provided a smooth subject change. To be quite frank, it was his business why he had left and if he had engaged in sexual relations with anyone during that time. He hadn't, but that was only because he was taking care of Sayu and then mourning her death, so he said.

Not that he would tell L any of that because he had the emotional capacity of a thumbtack and would probably use his sob story as another means of seducing him back into his bed.

The rest of their evening was actually pleasant, once L seemed to realize that no answers were forthcoming and that he best drop the subject. They spoke of the movie they were filming, the old days in college, and everything under the sun. Of course, he had to forcefully push back the spindly fingers trying to creep up his thighs or turn his cheek to avoid lips seeking his own more than once, but L actually played their game very tastefully and didn't cross any boundaries.

After eating such a pleasant meal and drinking a little bit more wine than necessary, they headed back to the hotel. He wasn't so drunk as to need support, but he was feeling pleasantly buzzed. L used this to his advantage, peppering kisses along his jaw line and neck while they were riding the elevator. They weren't leaving any marks, so Light really didn't have the heart to shove him off. The elder man insisted on being a "gentleman" by escorting him to his room, but stopped short a couple of yards to pin him against a door.

"Light-kun," he murmured, cupping his face in his hands and laying kisses to soft lips, "You said you couldn't sleep last night because of your stalkers persistent attempts to enter your room."

While Light knew where this was going, he decided to humor him by responding, "And?"

With that, the kisses moved to his neck, "And, there is a eighty nine percent chance that they will return tonight and a seventeen percent chance they will succeed in their endeavors. So, I believe it would be beneficial for you to sleep somewhere else this evening to adjust accordingly."

"Oh, you think I should go to the lobby to ask for a new room?" he responded, playing dumb just because he knew how much it pissed L off. It earned him a slightly harder nip to his neck that had better not mark or there would be hell to pay tomorrow.

"No, I think you should stay in mine," he growled, locking their lips once more and murmuring in between kisses, "Oh, please, Light-kun. I would be ever so good to you."

And while he had no doubt in his mind that L would be good to him, he finally dislodged himself from his grip and forced himself to decline. "I will take my chances with the stalkers tonight." It wasn't a total rejection, but he wasn't going to hand himself over on a silver platter. "Besides, if I slept in your room, I doubt I would get any sleep at all." That seemed to be an inappropriate response because suddenly he was pinned up against the door again and his lips were reclaimed.

Then, several things happened at once. The door behind them opened, resulting in Light losing his balance and L barely catching him, screaming erupted through the halls, followed by more screaming when Matt charged out of a room with Mello hot on his heels threatening him with a lamp. Then Near appeared, half-naked from that same room, apparently content to watch the drama play out. Light quickly figured out that the first source of screaming was Mikami who acted scandalized that L was "violating" him on his door, which he had no doubt was intentional.

Something he would be sure to give him a big slap to face for later when he had more energy.

All this yelling was giving him a headache and he just wished all of them would shut up. He didn't even bother to move from the position L had caught him in, instead tucking his face into the crook of his neck in an attempt to drown out the noise and promptly falling into a deep sleep.

Matt didn't really know why he put up with Mello. Maybe it was because he was so accustomed to the blonde, maybe it was because he was in love, maybe because he was simply bored, he did not know nor really care. To be honest, Mello was a drama queen bitch who demanded constant attention and wanted to fuck both him and Near at the same time, which caused some problems.

Near, much like Mello, was a bitch in his own right and wanted the blonde all to himself. And Matt hated to break it to him, but it was impossible for the drama queen to remain monogamous for longer than a month. They had tried and failed, opting instead for what he called an "open relationship", that really wasn't all that open. On his part, anyways. It was as if Mello expected him to remain faithful, while he left once every month to go fuck Near ten ways from Sunday.

Smash!

He really wanted a cigarette, but instead had to dodge sharp objects being thrown at his head.

Apparently, while in the midst of playing tonsil hockey, Near happened to be absently listening to the television in the background. Unfortunately, it was a tabloid piece on the sexual escapades of "Muffin Luv", the porn star that had hit it big by starring in a MTV reality show. She was the hottest piece of ass he had ever tapped, besides Mello, and Muffin confessed to having sex with him on multiple occasions and said that they still had an on and off strictly sexual relationship.

Crash!

Of course, Near just had to point it out to Mello. And while he wasn't afraid to admit there was a slight bit of jealousy there before, now Matt could really say he loathed the albino for almost getting him decapitated and ruining one of his favorite game systems. It was the first thing Mello had snapped and attempted to kill him with. Fuck, he needed a smoke and a stiff drink.

"You bastard! You cheated on me!"

Shatter! Slam!

"Cheated on you? How could I cheat on you, Mello?" he asked, dodging another sharp object, "What, did you just expect me to sit around faithfully with blue balls while you went off to fuck Near every month? I went out and fucked people while you were gone, but I wasn't aware that you had to know every detail of my sex life since we're in an open relationship."

The entire hall had gone silent, Mello pausing his barrage to actually consider his words. To be honest, if he asked Matt to stop fucking Muffin and other people on the side, he would, if it would make him happy. The red-head was simply susceptible to addiction and Mello was the strongest narcotic he had ever tasted, so he kept going back for more and did his best to please him. Even if said narcotic would smack him around, betray him, and metaphorically and literally fuck him over several times with no concern for his well being.

After a moment, the blonde decided to chuck the lamp at him anyways for his "cheek", which unfortunately caught him off guard and hit him square in the face, before storming off in a huff.

Surveying the room, he noticed that Light had seemingly fallen asleep in the arms of L, Mikami was attempting to rectify that, Misa was crying over fuck knows what, and Near had returned to his own bedroom, probably to wank to the thought of Mello killing him. What a little shit.

And what a fucking peachy way to kick off their new film.

"I will gladly tuck in Light-sama."

"No, Misa-Misa is much more maternal, she should do it."

"The mere thought of a child sharing half of your genetics is horrifying."

"You're horrifying! And a big pervert, so let go of my Light-kun."

Thankfully, Light was dead asleep at the moment and heard none of these arguments, but he started to rouse when Misa raised her high-pitched tone another decibel to inform him that "her" Light was only going to sleep in his room over her dead body, which sounded fine to him.

"Misa, I suggest you lower your voice. Mikami, I suggest you distance yourself by two meters."

"No! Heavens knows what you'll do to him if I leave him alone with you."

Smack! Thud.

"L, you big, mean dummy! You kicked Mikami in the face."

"I am aware."

There was blood dripping onto the carpet and the other actor looked up at him with wide eyes as if he had committed some cardinal sin by breaking his nose, which he most likely had.

"Unlike you, Mikami, I don't need narcotics to get Light-kun into my bed."

And with that, he was off to his room, sick of dealing with such idiots and somewhat fearful that their bickering would rouse the beautiful young man in his arms. The sounds of wailing faded as he continued down the hall, entered his pristine suite, and gently set Light-kun on top of the bed.

L would really liked to have thrown him there and then pounced on top of him connecting their lips and grinding their hips together to get him to moan and purr like a kitten. He was so good at that, which was why he didn't understand why Light was delaying their inevitable, amazing sex.

Well, best not to think of it, especially when the object of his affections was unconscious.

After knowing the young actor for years, the insomniac knew his pet peeves. And one of them was sleeping in his clothes, so L took it upon himself to find some restraint and unclothe him in the most platonic way possible. And it was a difficult feat, so he should get something in the morning for his efforts. Or at least tomorrow night, when he would insist on treating him again.

The night dragged on, glancing over at the brunette curled up under his covers wearing only his underwear and a white, baggy t-shirt L had found in his closet. He was so sexy and it wasn't fair that he had to resist him. But, then he would force himself to return his attention to his bright computer screen and to his work.

Damn, he really shouldn't have ordered that red wine.

Matsuda woke up bright and early to the birds chirping and just had a feeling it was going to be a great day. He felt well rested and the attractive attendant had flirted with him this morning when he had ordered his coffee. Not something that happened every day, so it had to be a good sign.

As usual, he arrived somewhat late on set, but was ready to roll scene fifty seven right away.

However, all of his hopes and dreams soon came violently crashing down on the ground.

The first person he saw was Matt, who was suffering from a facial wound that several make-up artists were attempting to cover up in vain. How in the world had that happened?

Then, he came across Misa, who couldn't seem to stop crying and her face was a horrid mess of smeared make-up. She seemed delusional, ranting on about L trying to break her beautiful face.

To his horror, he discovered that Mikami, the star of the scene, had broken his nose.

Glancing around, he couldn't find Light, Mello, or L and he got the sinking feeling that they weren't here yet and wouldn't show up for quite some time.

The only normal one was Near, who had his make-up on and was warming up as if the chaos around him was non-existent. Well, he supposed he would just have to work with him today.

Surely, this was just a result of their celebration of their first day filming his new masterpiece? He certainly hoped so, otherwise he concluded that things weren't going to go smoothly at all.

"L, why the fuck didn't you wake me up sooner?"

That was the beautiful sound that he awoke to, apparently having dozed off in the middle of the night while working diligently in his computer, blinking owlishly in response.

"It is already ten, we were supposed to be on set at eight!"

Then, L watched as Light proceeded to run around like a chicken with its head cut off, which was quite uncharacteristic, but not all that shocking since he hadn't gotten his caffeine fix today.

"Light-kun, they must already realize that we aren't coming and are probably filming other scenes, so there is no need to rush at this point," he pointed out, which calmed him down.

"You're right," he stated, before gathering his clothes and attempting to leave, but L blocked his way to the door, determined to get at least a minute of groping time for his efforts.

"Light-kun, aren't you forgetting something?"

"Oh, silly me."

Slap.

"Ouch, Light-kun."

"That was for ordering an expensive bottle of red wine you knew I wouldn't be able to resist and letting me drink all of it. Also, for making out with me against Mikami's door, which I know was deliberate, because he is going to be screaming in my ear about it all day and I already have a bad headache. Not to mention, all the other stuff you did while I was unconscious," he ranted.

"But, Light-kun, I took you out to a nice restaurant and paid for your meal. Then, when you fell asleep on me after barely kissing me for a minute, I saved you from Mikami and Misa who were dead set on waking you up with their bickering and inevitably raping you. I took you back to my room, undressed you without molesting you once, I swear, and folded up your clothes," he said.

There was a pout on his lips, but a deadly gleam in his eye. Light had always been a tease with L and knew when he had pushed his limits too far, so he figured he better give him a kiss or so.

Light pursed his lips in mock thought, supposing that he did deserve a little more than a kiss on the cheek, especially for letting him sleep through the whole night and neatly folding up his clothes, which was practically unheard of from him. Stepping forward, he massaged the spot on his cheek he had slapped apologetically, which seemed to appease the elder man slightly.

"One kiss."

"Two. I'll go get you coffee and a pain pill while you shower."

"Fine."

That did sound kind of nice, but pulled away when L leaned in towards him.

"Not now! I haven't brushed my teeth yet and neither have you."

"I don't care. I want my kiss and I want it now."

"No."

"If Light-kun refuses to appease me now, then I deserve two kisses for at least five minutes with tongue each in a place of my choosing and his lovely company on another date tonight."

"Three minutes. No dinner."

"Five minutes. No dinner, no coffee."

Whine.

"L."

"Light-kun."

"Four minutes, my coffee, and dinner only if you can keep Mikami away from me for the entire the day. I'm not going on a date with you if he gives me a migraine."

"Deal."

"Deal."

Oh, L had such big plans for those two kisses.

"Are you sure it hasn't been four minutes already?"

"Positive, there is one minute left of your allotted time. You know you can't keep track of time when I am snogging you."

"Something I think you're abusing since you said one minute about five minutes ago."

"Preposterous."

After arriving on set four hours late, L had dragged him into one of the makeup rooms and demanded his first kiss, which was how Light had ended up in his current predicament. He was enjoying it, so he didn't put up too much of a fuss, even when the door to the room creaked open.

"Dear fuck, that is not something I need to see when I wake up in the morning," Mello snarled as he stomped into the room, obviously suffering from a terrible hangover, "For once, Light, could you prevent your legs from spreading wide open whenever L gets within two feet of you?"

Mello and Light had never gotten along. They were too similar and, when he was younger, the blonde had a crush on his theater mentor, L. And when he found out that he and L were "dating", he took it upon himself to make his life as living hell for three months. Something he had never forgiven the brat for, but thank goodness he had found two other people to pursue romantically and had given up. Not that he was jealous or anything, especially not of a child with commitment issues.

Just as he was about to retort, a hand covered his mouth and stopped him, "Don't listen to him, Light-kun. He is just upset that Matt had sexual relations with some attractive porn star named Muffin."

"She isn't attractive!" Mello screamed, violently chucking a hairbrush in their direction, "And I am not upset!" His face that was positively cherry red with anger seemed to say otherwise.

L, being his usual self, took the hit by turning his back slightly. Of course, with ulterior motives in mind, as he attempted to rejoin their lips once more soon after.

"No, L, you've had your kiss. We have to get ready."

"Light-kun, I just took a serious hit for you."

"Fine, you're so pushy."

He leaned up and locked their lips once more.

"I think you're just so easy."

A sentiment from Mello that he chose to ignore.

Unfortunately, several more people entered the room at the moment, trying to locate the source of the earlier shrieks Mello had released. One of those people just happened to be Mikami, who was fed up with this pervert touching his Light and was outraged by the scene before him. He was so angered that he didn't even notice how the object of his affections was reciprocating.

Whirl. Smash! Smack.

The lips he had been thoroughly enjoying were ripped away from him and split open. And there was blood everywhere. And L had knocked the wind out of Mikami and sent him to the ground.

"ENOUGH!"

The scream was enough to halt everyone in their tracks as it came from Matsuda who actually looked angry.

Well, he was dealing with a group of pre-Madonnas, what did he expect?

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