#77 Strawberries
Such a sweet, and yet so sour scent. It permeates the investigation room, seeping into all of our minds and settling there, making us think of hot summer afternoons and long, cool drinks.
Light is annoyed by it, but then it doesn't take a lot to annoy Light Yagami, the man who does not suffer fools lightly. In any case, he scarcely needs another reason to be angry at L.
L, he's the source of that scent. Him and his strawberries, piled up high on a silver tray beside him.
His thin white fingers reach and pluck yet another one of the garnet fruits and he lifts it slowly to his mouth. His tongue comes out first to sample the red intruder, memorising every dimple of seed, every last trace of flavour on the skin, before slowly that talented tongue sweeps around the jewel of berries and pulls it in.
The expression on his face is positively indecent as he bites and the juices hit his taste buds, more suited to a porn film than to snacking.
Lights eyes are fixed on him, his face is somewhere between disgust and lust, caught between throwing the tray to the floor or throwing the man on a bed.
He makes his decision between the two when L reaches for another fruit. As the strawberry makes its way to L's mouth, Light's arm shoots out and grabs his wrist.
For a moment neither of the two breathe.
Light pulls L's hand towards his own mouth, his own tongue, pink and delicate, darts out and wraps around the fruit, pulling it and L's fingers in.
Light's honey-coloured eyes never leave L's cobalt ones as he bites the fruit, and then sucks on the older man's fingers.
The heat in the room rises suddenly, Light's father turns red, then purple, getting up and blustering out of the room muttering about checking his phone messages. Matsuda mutters something like 'I told you so' and subsequently collects his winnings from Ide. Mogi is determined to keep his eyes and mind on his work.
The sound of soft suckles at fruit fills the room with that scent, accompanied now by something indistinguishable as anything other than pure pheromones.
Light doesn't release L's wrist, not until he is quite finished with the piece of fruit, not until L's fingers are wet and L's face has turned from papery white to a soft flowery pink.
Light swallows, and smirks.
L blinks owlishly back at him, then mumbles out, "Light-kun stole my strawberry."
"So I did." Light replies calmly.
"30% that you're Kira."
Light actually laughs a little, picking up another one of those fruits and biting the very tip off, the juice runs down his chin.
L has no hope of resisting that. The man bolts forwards like he was jet-powered and the next thing any of the investigation team knows L and Light are tangled together on the floor, the chain clattering and soft gasps coming from both of them.
Soichiro marches back in, his face still purple with embarrassment, he snaps out, "If you have to do this right now will you please take it to your room?!"
The two boys need no further hint, they're gone in less than a minute. L has enough presence of mind to reach out and grab the strawberries.