A/N: This chapter is rated M.
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"Why did you come back?"
The question surprised Lawliet; he had forgotten he ever left. Time disapproved their reunification. It clenched it's long hand into a fist, but never touched them. It twisted through the gap separating them, arguing as they began to ignore it. With one single smile, Lawliet flicked the protesting time away. "Does it matter?"
Light joined Lawliet's rebellion. "No."
Light's skin tingled at Lawliet's touch. He embraced normally uncomfortable knot in his stomach. With Lawliet, he was whole. He forgot the man his past molded him into. Four years became four minutes. Lawliet may have changed, but Light only saw the boy he knew so well. They talked for hours, engulfed in conversations about anything and everything. Lawliet even gained back the natural accent he practiced hiding for years. Never once did they mention their separation.
"There's somethin' that's been troublin' me."
"Need me to beat someone up for you?" Light joked.
"No, it's nothin' like that," Lawliet chuckled. After a pause, he touched the chains on Light's wrists. His finger ran across the cool metal, then grazed Light's open hand. He began to trace the intricate lines on his palms. Straying from the original conversation, he asked, "Did you know I could read palms?"
"Really?"
"Yes, it's quite easy actually." Lawliet began to study Light's palm, tracing his finger across each line over and over. A puzzled look appeared on his face. "You're fate line is the most prominent I've ever seen besides-"
"Besides?"
"Mine." Lawliet held up his hands for Light to see. He pointed to a long, deep line that crossed head, heart and life.
"What does it mean?"
"Fate has complete control of your destiny."
Light shuddered, unsure if he liked the sound of that. If fate controlled his life, his free will didn't exist. Lawliet compared their palms, studying each line intensively. "I don't understand," he murmured. "This is impossible. Our fate lines are identical."
"Maybe it means we just have similar fates?" Light chuckled. "Besides, it's all bullshit anyway. You know there's no such thing as fate. Now will you lay off this gypsy shit and tell me what's been botherin' you?"
Lawliet's eyes raised to meet Light's. The odd silence clawed at the back of Light's neck. Before he could say anything, though, Lawliet placed his fingers on the nape of Light's neck again and drew close to him. So close, in fact, that his lips met Light's. Light's eyes widened, and he immediately retracted from the kiss.
"Wh-what are you doin', Lawliet?" he stuttered, inching backwards.
Lawliet crawled towards Light. Light struggled to figure out what had gotten into Lawliet, but it didn't matter; he was trapped between Lawliet and the wall. Lawliet pressed his lips against Light's again. Light couldn't bring himself to reciprocate, until Lawliet's fingers slinked between his. Lawliet pushed Light's hands against the wall, above Light's head. He straddled him and pulled his mouth from Light's. His soft breath tickled Light's cheek.
Suddenly, it all made sense. The realization, itself, was unexplainable, but the kiss felt so incredibly natural that it must have been fate that brought them back together. The past few hours had been too miraculous, especially considering the confusing emotions Light built up towards Lawliet; the resentment for leaving, the anguish to see him again, the yearning to touch him. The dreams, the desires, the turmoil, they dissolved when Lawliet kissed him. Fate did exist. And it grasped Light and Lawliet in it's sticky fingers.
Light glanced up, meeting Lawliet's large, black eyes. The destiny that linked them together, the naturalness of their unity, sent shivers down Light's spine. Lawliet's presence, his kiss, filled an emptiness Light struggled with for years. A part of him desperately wanted to ignore fate's overwhelming demands, but he couldn't.
He parted his lips and turned his head up towards Lawliet's. Lawliet immediately understood the indication. Beads of sweat ran down Light's neck as Lawliet's tongue grazed his own. Lawliet's grip tightened on Light's as he pushed his body closer. His ribs prodded Light's skin. Light freed one hand from Lawliet. Animalistic instincts kicked in. With a single motion, Light tore the shirt from Lawliet's body and dug his nails into the taught skin on Lawliet's back.
Lawliet broke the kiss. Even with the immense passion that flooded through his body, his eyes barely revealed anything. It didn't bother Light. He pressed his lips onto Lawliet's neck and traced his vein with his tongue. He moaned as Lawliet's fingers fumbled at his belt line. Anticipation exploded in Light's stomach.
The moon disappeared behind a cloud. Darkness engulfed the barn as they stripped each other, exploring ever inch of their bodies. When the pale orb peaked to catch a glance of them, it's pasty rays illuminated Lawliet's ghastly flesh. Light traced his creamy skin with his fingers, admiring Lawliet for a moment.
With a small grin, he looked Lawliet in the eyes and said, "I love you. I always have."
Light smothered Lawliet's lips before he could respond. He already knew how Lawliet felt; he always knew. They sunk into each other, fulfilling their natural destiny. Light lay Lawliet's fragile body upon the hay and positioned himself on top of his new lover. Lawliet's chest rose and fell. He leaned forward and locked their lips together again. Light moaned as he entered Lawliet. Lawliet never made a sound.
The raw, pure intensity ignited. Fate brought them together for a reason. It intertwined their lives, manipulated their every move, so their union would be possible. Fears and doubts washed away, drowning in the promise of what would come of their love. The past erased itself; the future became bright. Time no longer fought them. The final explosion validated the importance of their reunion.
Light sat against the wall, resting his head on the wood. Lawliet pulled his pants back on and took the seat next to Light. They sat in silence for a long time. Finally, Light turned to Lawliet and ran his fingers through the raven black hair. "Shit, Lawli, I never thought this would happen."
Lawliet was quiet for a long time, pondering about the affair that had just taken place. Light's cheeks glowed in the moonlight, flushed from exhaustion. His eyes shimmered; he was completely content. Yet, Lawliet couldn't bring himself to accept the overwhelming peacefulness that pulsed through his body. What had happened was led only by pure lust and desire. He was foolish for thinking he ever loved Light. Light was a murderer. The only logical reason for the sex was that they'd never had closure. Their friendship ended so abruptly, and the instincts were just unfinished business.
Finally, he spoke. "It's L."
"What?"
"My name is L," was all L said. He stood up, dusted off his pants and left the stunned Light behind. L could never love a murderer.