Salvation: A Death Note Fanfiction

(A/N School is a bitch, and that's all I'm going to say about that.

Thank you very much to Trouble Cookie, MisaEyes, Zexionienzo, XxXShikiAndRimaXxX, In a silent night and Dragon77 for reviewing the first chapter – you are all epic! A special mention to In a silent night, who subscribed to two of mah stories, me, AND reviewed – high five! You motivated me to get of my arse and work on all my stories, thanks.

Enjoy this chapter, I think you shall find it quite satisfying. ;) So LONG :O

Small, dark spaces FTW!)

Warning: Minor swearing, Sexual innuendo's and a kind of failure lemony lime thing – you know what yaoi is, don't you? ;)

Salvation II

He was alone in an endless cavern of darkness, completely isolated from everything and everyone. So absolute was the dark that he couldn't see his own hand in front of his face. It was as if someone had placed a blindfold over his eyes, blotting out all light.

He had no recollection of how he got here – all he remembered was falling and being trapped. He hated this place. He hated the feeling of dread he got whenever the invisible ceiling creaked, threatening to cave in. He hated the way he had to lie still, unable to move his body lest he hurt himself on the ragged black edges that he knew surrounded him. He hated the slowly growing smell on being trapped in such a dank and dirty place. He loved the fact that he was not alone.

At the thought of another person, he tried to turn his head to see his companion whom he knew was lying next to him, even if he couldn't see him.

His head would not turn.

Puzzled, he strained his muscles, trying to get a glimpse of his only friend, fast becoming panicked as he realised he could not move. He tried to calm down and work to find a solution, but in dreams, nothing goes to plan.

And in nightmares, your darkest thoughts fight you.

The walls closed in around him as he struggled to make a sound, to call out to his friend who must be dead. He must be dead because he hadn't helped him.

As the ceiling collapsed on top of him, he flung out his arm in a sudden burst of strength, and connected with something warm and soft.

L…

Light sat straight up, a cold sweat coating his face and arms in the aftermath of his nightmare. His chest was heaving and his dirty clothes were soaked with perspiration. For a panicked moment, he thought he was still in his nightmare, before realising that he has woken.

What am I thinking? This is the nightmare.

He shook his head, tired and weary. Sleeping in these conditions was not restful in the least.

Light realised his fist was still tightly gripping the soft thing from his dream – so, that part was real too. It was a cylindrical object, and his hand fit around it comfortably. It was soft, and long as he found out by running his hand up it – whatever it was.

Through the fog of his only recently conscious mind, Light had yet to realise that he was touching not an object, but part of a person.

Abruptly, he stopped moving his hand as the thing twitched, and seemed to lengthen, straighten out and grow in his hand as its muscles clenched.

Wait, what?

Light dropped L's arm as soon as he realised what it was.

The detective gave an almost undetectable yawn, and stretched his arms out again, trying to release some stress from his body.

Light was surprised L had actually slept, albeit fitfully. Then again, according to the light that came in through the gap in the rubble surrounding them, this was their eighth day buried alive. In all that time, L had not slept, so he would have really needed a few hours of 'rest.'

In all honesty, neither of them were surprised that they had lasted such a long time. However, they had gotten lucky. They had no access to food, but in the corner of their small space, water trickled down from some unknown source, providing them with just enough hydration to survive. As he thought of the liquid, Light turned to find the water, intending to sate some of his thirst.

He couldn't see the leak.

"Hey, L" Light roused the raven haired man's attention: "Where's the water?"

He had been trying to maintain a calm composure, but his voice did sound very tired. He had accepted the fact that he may die, and he was prepared for it. However, he refused to leave the world like this. Dying was not an option.

L, being closer to the corner where said leak should be, rolled over to examine the rubble attempting to scout out their previous source of sustenance.

"It appears, Light-kun, that the water source has dried up, or has been depleted. In other words, we have no water." His voice would have sounded as monotonous as usual to any other person, but Light detected the undercurrent of frustration and worry he normally would have concealed so well.

Light could think of nothing useful to say. Nothing that could remedy the situation, or explain his growing appreciation for the detective who was lying mere inches away from him.

The last thing Light saw before sinking into a restless sleep each night, was L curled up next to him. With nothing else to look at in this bleak environment, Light looked at L, further appreciating his smooth, pale features, his messy black hair, and his apparent disdain for clothing.

In a way, Light envied L's careless, nearly sloppy appearance. No, sloppy wasn't the right word. Wild perhaps? Regardless, he did envy him. Throughout the course of Light's life, he had been expected to perform, to achieve perfection every time. This included his appearance.

He was bored because each day was the same; full of the same rules, expectations and conformities that seemed to dictate his life.

L was the exact opposite. He did what he want, when he wanted. He used his intellect to both help society, and alleviate his own boredom. L was allowed choice, and choice was something Light had wanted for a very long time.

It was for this reason that Light envied L, even if he did not consciously admit that fact.

Pulling himself back to the very real situation they were in, he looked with little hope at the still figure of the world's three greatest detectives. He turned to lie next to him again, pleased that they could at least pretend that L didn't think he was a mass murderer – until they got out of here at least.

Provided they did get out.

It had been two more days since the water had run out. Both of the genii were reaching the limitations of their strength – although they were a good deal more determined than most people, they still needed water to survive.

But even now they were not defeated. They both knew they could cope for two, perhaps three more days without water. If it got down to it, they would drink their own urine, even though they both knew that was something they should only do if the situation was absolutely critical. Even then, such a feat would be difficult to manoeuvre.

Light and L had not spoken in 24 hours, both were trying to conserve their energy.

L in particular was feeling depressed. He had not eaten sugar in 10 days, and his body was not used to the lacking sugar levels in his blood. He felt sluggish and empty at the same time. L gave a quiet groan, moving his hands to rest on his knees as he laid his in typical crouch.

Light was not faring a lot better, but he was less affected by the lack of sugary goodness. What he wanted most was an ice cold glass of water, preferably with condensation running down the sides, and a shower straight afterward. Even though the two had not bathed in a fairly long time, neither smelled as bad as you might think. It was quite cool under all the rubble, and never got much more than warm in temperature.

"Light-kun-" L began, before being cut off.

"L, while we are down here, would you call me Light? Just Light." He was not sure where the strange request had come from, but it only seemed fair after the detective's earlier request.

L was quiet for a long while, and when Light turned to look at him, he was surprised to see L's onyx eyes were wide and staring. There was something strange about his gaze, there was some rare emotion showing there, but Light couldn't place it in the gloom.

"Light" Again, L stopped. He looked almost like he was having trouble saying whatever was on his mind. It was amusing and kind of – endearing? Light was very nearly horrified that he had just thought that. Endearing? What the fuck?

"Light, I-" Once more, L was cut off, but this time by Light reaching out and clasping his hand over the other's mouth.

"Shush for a while L, I thought…"

"Can you hear that?"

Light's question was not a stupid, obnoxious, or unhelpful question like ones of that phrasing usually are. It was a genuine question. There was no sound down there except for their breathing and occasional communication. If L could hear anything he would know it was what Light was talking about.

L listened carefully, and sure enough heard one of the most enticing sounds ever, besides Light's voice. I will have to think over what I just thought; it is quite a strange especially at a time such as this.

Drip, plink, plonk.

"Is that, water?" Light's raspy voice was quiet, but the relief was still plain in his voice.

The two of them quickly found the water source, a little, trickling stream falling through a gap in the rubble to land near the wall of their confine.

Both of the scrambled towards the water, all falsities and pretences cast aside in their desperation to sate their thirst. Light reached the water seconds before L, and stuck his head right under, catching the irregular drips with his tongue. He didn't even mind that he could taste the dirt of the rubble as the water trickled down the 'wall' he just needed the nourishment.

Now, L was not one to wait. L got what he wanted. And he wanted water. Now.

But at the same time, he did not want to starve Light of the sustenance they both so desperately needed. So he compromised.

L squeezed in next to Light, his back pressed uncomfortably against a misshapen chunk of concrete. He leaned over, and stuck his tongue out to catch some drips. As the two practically lapped at the water, throwing away all acts of civility in their desperation to drink, they both came across a peculiar sensation.

Light opened his eyes at the same time L did, and they gazed into each other's depths. As one, their eyes slowly turned to the wall, and as one, their eyes widened at what they saw.

Their tongues had found each other on the wall. They were now pressed together, pink on pink.

Both were speechless. Both hadn't fully comprehended what had happened – a sign of how much the supposedly insignificant moment had surprised them. But both were happy.

Ecstatic even.

Hopeful.

But even still, Light drew back, not getting very far due to the lack of space. L was having none of that. L got what he wanted.

And L wanted Light.

He followed Light as he drew back, moving his body so it was positioned just a slight bit higher than his. L could see Light was not overly pleased with this, but there was nothing he could do with the room he had.

L reached out, resting his hand on Light's cheek, then moving it back, pushing his fingers into Light's hair. He grasped his head, pulling him closer, still unsure of what he was doing, yet determined.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Light was not going to allow this man to hold sway of him. Surprising L as their faces grew closer and closer, he leaned forward and up, twisting his head just enough to fit with the shape of the detective's face. He pressed his lips to L's unprepared one's savouring the dominance and taste.

L could not think. He did not know how to do this. But he could still calculate that this was what he wanted.

So L kissed Light back, their lips melding in a bittersweet fight for control. Bitter, because one suspected the other of murder. Sweet, because they weren't alone anymore.

Light's hands snaked around L's waist, slipping under the hem of his thin cotton shirt, pulling him into a warm hug as he abruptly cut of the kiss. He rested his head in the hollow of L's neck once more, their chests heaving in time, and drawing in deep breaths together. Neither was quite composed enough to look at each other, they needed some time to process what had just happened.

L was still unable to think with his usual razor sharp clarity. He was not used to such physical contact – he was far out of his comfort zone filled with solidarity and strawberries. Yet, he felt he enjoyed the unfamiliarity.

So instead of sitting unmoving as he was held, he wrapped his arms around Light, hands hanging low to the ground in a loose embrace. He could feel Light's warm breath on his neck – in the strangest way, the slowing breaths were comforting.

As the two sat there holding each other, L felt that he needed to do something, anything, to further the moment. He tilted his head upwards, softly pressing his pale lips to the strong line of Light's jawbone. Applying only the slightest pressure, he again dropped his head to Light's shoulder. The two stayed like that for a while longer, enjoying the peace of the moment. Absurd really, when they were buried under several tons of concrete.

As the light from the hole faded, they lost sight of each other. It sparked something inside them, a fire was lit amidst the darkness, and they were suddenly filled with burning energy. Neither of them wanted to feel lonely again – they craved each other, and their company.

Light's arms tightened around L, drawing him closer than he had ever thought he would be. His lips found L's again, and the pressure was exquisite. Again and again he pressed his lips to L's, and again and again L responded, sometimes biting his lips with too much pressure, but always kissing them to whisk away any trace of pain.

Light knew that this was ridiculous – they were trapped under a building for goodness sake! But right now, this was what he wanted, and he was fast becoming as selfish as L.

Impatient as always, L glided his hands down light's back, reaching the top of his trousers and slipping his hands inside. He pushed his hands in further, smiling against Light's skin as he traced the path down the middle of Light's rear with his fingers.

Light shivered uncontrollably, but felt better as he felt a hard pressure against his inner thigh. In answer, he too could feel himself growing hard. He made a strange little jerking motion as L's mischievous fingers found their way to Light's entrance, lightly circling the hole, teasing him.

His movement caused him to practically sit on the detectives lap, and he couldn't say that he minded the position at all. He moved his hands up to curl in the detectives hair, pulling roughly on it when he felt the tip of something barely penetrate him. He jerked, a tightening sensation coiling in the pit of his being at the hesitant motions of the detective.

As quickly as he could, he pulled the detective's face to his, cutting off a growing growl with a forceful kiss. Soundlessly, he whispered a single word against the detective's lips: stop.

L looked up at Light, surprise evident on his face for the first time that he could remember.

Light struggled, mostly unsuccessfully, to bring his breathing back down to a normal level.

"Haaa, L, you know that it's not possible. There's no, room." His disappointment was plain in his voice, and L was sure that it would be open on his face – if he could see it.

"You're right Light-ku-. Light"

Light shuddered. The sound L made when he said his name like that…

They lay down once more, this time tightly locked in an embrace, legs entwined and arms encircling. They could feel each other's hardness pressing into the other, and they gave a little smile against each other's lips.

They were forced to wait for their 'problem' to go away on their own – a nearly inhumane method, but there really was nothing they could do about it. Tired and happy, the two fell asleep, even the insomniac himself.

There was even more cause for them to escape with their lives now – now they had each other.

(A/N :D Are you happy? I'm happy :D In fact, I'm really happy. :D :D That scene was so difficult to write; it was so tempting to just let things progress. But that really is impossible with the space they have.

Please bear in mind that there really is hardly any room where they are at all. When they were sitting up, their heads would have been touching the ceiling, but I think that would have ruined the mood a little.

So, lemme know what you think about the citrus? :S It is my first attempt at writing something of the sort, so feedback is really appreciated.

xoxox

nazo no mekiyuu)