We sat in the conference room, still alone. Ryuzaki sat by my feet, drying them with a warm recently washed towel. The softness and warmth of the towel was welcoming against my cold skin. I placed my hand beside me and grabbed hold of one of the other several towels that Ryuzaki had collected once we were in the coziness of the building. I leaned forward and placed the towel on his damp hair, which was as black as a raven and normally spiked whimsically but now flaccid, dripping wet and getting in his dark eyes. He stopped rubbing my feet when he realized that I had moved from the position that he commanded that I stayed in while he helped me to get dried.

I never would have imagined Ryuzaki being this tender; he was like a whole new person. Perhaps knowing that he was no longer alone in this world had sparked something inside of him, it was beatific and sweet. Everyone had just thought he was odd, almost alien like but to me, he was a beautiful man, even his annoying habits were just apart of him and now I was seeing another side to Ryuzaki that I was sure no one had ever seen. It must have been all the sweets that he consumed that had made what was once a bitter man now a genuine sweetheart.

"Lig—"

"Shh, just let me do this for you, stop being so stubborn, it's perfectly alright for you to lose once in a while you know Ryuzaki, both of us can't win all the time"

I interrupted him before I continued to lovingly dry his hair until I was sure it could be pushed away from his face without it falling back into his eyes.

"See as much as it damages pride losing isn't always that bad now is it?" I asked him

I pulled the towel away from his head. He rose to his feet and held out his hand. I gingerly took it and he helped me up off of the couch, I had come to a point where I had forgotten the pain, all I could think about was the situation I was currently in. I had wondered just how much L had hurt in the past from loneliness, how many nights had he sat in the dark wishing for someone, something, even just a kiss on the cheek or a simple brush of a hand in his messy hair. How many times had he wished for even just a friendship? and now he was given both friendship and someone who would be glad to be the one to take away the pain of loneliness, was he even going to be able to cope? He was always so bossy and head strong and that is why we instantly connected, we are two of the same person L and I, we shared the same personality, we are both childish and love to win every battle and although he is much more conservative then I we are still very much alike and I had to admit it was a concern, if we were seriously contemplating some kind of romantic attachment was it even going to work out? I accepted him for everything he was, oddities and all and as much as I know it pained him to know that I was Kira, I had hoped that he would, even if it took time, accept me for all that I was too.

He walked me to the bedroom that we had slept in while we were cuffed together, he never slept he would just lie there looking up at the ceiling. There had been many times where I had thought about just holding his hand or throwing my arms around him just to see if it would help, but I had a change of heart when I had believed he would respond in an uncomfortable way.

I didn't think anyone had ever seen Ryuzaki sleep it was any wonder how he managed to operate at full capacity, he was so intelligent that it was amazing that one who didn't sleep and lived off of cake could function the way he did. He was, to say the least, a phenomenon.

I closed the door behind us and locked it, if there was ever a locked door anywhere I would be the first to be accused, I enjoyed my privacy, even if there was no need for it I still wanted it at all times. The last thing I wanted was for any member of the task force to walk in whilst Ryuzaki and I were changing. I didn't embarrass easily but still no young adult wants to be seen getting undressed by his parent or his parent's colleagues.

L had his back turned to me as he slid open the wooden wardrobe door; he was still shaking from the wet clothes that had clung tightly to his body. How he managed to stay fit was beyond me, aside from sleeping I had never see him do any form of exercise except jumping from the floor to his chair, almost leaping like a frog from one Lilly pad to another.

I admired him as he removed his shirt from off his body and threw it in a brown wicker washing basket. The skin on his back was free of any blemishes or marks, like a blank canvas and was just as pallid as one too. I could almost feel the moistness on his tender skin; I could almost taste the rain on my tongue. Thinking about savoring his wet flesh made my body tingle. My face hadn't been sore any more, the cold rain had settled the sting so tasting him with my lips and tongue would be no issue.

I watched has his hands went to the front of his dark blue jeans; I listened as he pulled the zip down and undid the small silver button that had held them up. He paused, the room was completely silent and only lit up by the yellow full moon that hovered outside the large window high up on the wall. I watched as he turned his head resting it on his shoulder, his eyes staring right at me, I had been paralyzed, there was a look in his eyes that I had not seen before. It was lust, at least I could only imagine that is what it was. Was L seriously thinking what I thought he was thinking? Usually so logical and methodical, was he throwing all logic to the wind? I couldn't debate it any longer, I couldn't restrain myself any longer, even though seven years my senior he was like an unopened rose. Pure, sweet, innocent. He had probably never even been kissed before, no one would have had the nerve to do such a thing, he was a freak in everyone else's eyes but I didn't see him that way, no to me, he was nothing short of perfection no matter how inexperienced he was

I rushed to him and grasped him hard pulling him close to my body. My fingers on my right hand mixed through his damp obsidian locks and my other hand resting a gentle touch on his hip. We stood close together, breathing the same warm air, the smell of rain penetrating our noses and even though we had just spent a good few minutes in the cold rain our bodies quickly warmed and the heat engulfed us like a furious flame. He was scared, I could feel it as I held him, I had kissed before I had even had sexual intercourse at least twice I was no means a master but I was going to have to make sure that Ryuzaki didn't remain scared I was going to have to be gentle and yet confident with what I was going to do to him, maybe not tonight but eventually.

"In your eyes lies all happiness for this new world, not the new world Kira created, but the new world that we have immersed ourselves in, a world that differs from the old, because there is no longer a you and I, just a we. Me and you together." I whispered to the air that sat between us

I pursed my lips against his; giving him a firm yet loving kiss.

He pulled away from my mouth, a trail of saliva strung between our mouths and broke as he took a step back, his dark eyes looking into mine. He was only an inch or so shorter than I was, or perhaps he only appeared much shorter because of his poor posture. It wasn't fear and it wasn't shock that beamed from them, it was something else, something far more complex. I couldn't tell what it was he was trying to tell me with the dark deep pools that were so hypnotic and mesmerizing, how could it be no one had fallen for him before? Perhaps no one had looked into his eyes at length before.

"Ryuzaki, what's wrong, do you not want this?" I asked him concerned

"Light this is somewhat a bashful statement, but that kiss that you gave me was the first kiss I had ever received"

His cheeks turned a very light pink, almost missable if I hadn't been staring directly at them. I smiled at him, I knew that it would have been the first kiss he had. It was more than an honor to lock lips with someone like him, someone so genius, someone so complicated and sweet. It was defiantly much welcomed from the kisses I had received in the past, there had been a huge difference between locking lips with girls and kissing Ryuzaki, when I had osculated the women I had in past there was nothing but lust fueling it, there was no love it was more a heat of the moment thing that I did simply because I could. But as my lips pressed against his I could feel my heart suddenly leap into my throat and my pants tighten ever so slightly.

"Don't be ashamed, that will be the first of many more" I whispered again to him

I pulled him close to me again and placed my hands on either side of his face and I moved in for yet another kiss. He removed his hand from the waist band of his jeans and allowed them to fall down his legs, leaving long thick streaks of water on his pale skin as they fell to the floor in a heavy heap. His hands ran along my back and reached for my wet chestnut brown hair that was still dripping with cool water. His fingers laced with the strands and he gently pulled as our kiss deepened.

Our tongues danced with each other in a moist heated embrace as I took my hands away from his face and reached down to the dark brown dress pants I had worn that were stuck to my legs, enfolding around me like damp plastic wrap. I felt around for the small metallic latch that kept them from falling down and I released it, my trousers only falling slightly as the wet fabric attached itself to my thighs.

Ryuzaki released our kiss and took his hands from out of my hair, he looked down to see that not only were my pants stuck to my thighs but the white underpants I had been wearing were slightly see through and sporting a better than average sized tent. He reached his hands to my thighs and ran them down the muscle until he reached my pants and with a quick tug they dropped to the floor.

He lowered himself slowly to the floor, resting on his knees. He reached behind him and pulled his jeans completely away from his body, tossing them aside like and old rag. Once he was free from them, he stretched out to my ankles and gently lifted the left then the right to completely dispose of my pants too. Before he stood up I could feel his palms resting against each of my thighs, his hands were so indulgent, so smooth, his long slender fingers were like the softest feathers against my cold skin, he pressed something just as forgiving and wet on my flesh, next to where his hand rested, it was with the one long stroke that I had realized that it was his tongue.

I threw my head back and clenched my hands into fists I tried to hold back the moan but somehow it was forced out with my breath, I could feel my cheeks warm up rapidly. Years of practice using his tongue to dissolve sweets in his mouth had come in handy he knew exactly what he was doing. He rose up from his knees, his eyes piercing black and full of lust, love and joy. He hadn't said that he loved me but he didn't need to, I could see it there in the windows to his soul. I was somewhat nervous now, if he could make me feel that good with just one lick was I going to be able to make him feel just as good with my mouth? I could already see that just kissing him deeply and passionately had woken up his manhood, it was standing at attention, bounded by black underwear. I don't think anyone could even begin to imagine what he had hiding under his baggy clothing, in fact I was pleasantly surprised and who would have thought the lanky Ryuzaki was this well-endowed.

I had to end things there and then, if I was Ryuzaki's first kiss then I could assume that I would also be his first time making love and that was something that couldn't be rush, as much as I wanted him and I did so very much I would have to wait until I knew that any fears he had, any reservations he held onto were completely gone, I had to wait until I knew for sure that he truly trusted me. I looked at him with hungry eyes, dying just to taste him to feel the warmth of him inside my mouth I hated myself for grabbing a pair of warm dark blue jeans and a long white shirt from the wardrobe beside us, it wouldn't be long until the task force would arrive and we would have to remain as if nothing had happened, from the fight, the confession and to what we were doing now. I handed him the clothes

"You do realize Light that we will have to be chained back together and we will have to resume our normal behavior as if we were still friendly rivals" he said as he pulled on his clean dry clothes.

"Mm-hm, yes I know, I have a feeling that it will not exactly be an easy task but we cannot arouse suspicion amongst the others"

I reached in the wardrobe and found clothes identical to what I had been wearing when the task force left, a black long sleeved shirt and a pair of dark brown slacks.

"I am not ashamed of what has occurred Light, that is something that you need to know. I also have no intention of having this as a one off manifestation I hope after to tonight you share that same thought with me" He said as I fully clothed myself

I smiled at him and grabbed hold of his hand, I could feel the swelling in my face had desisted and it was back to normal. I guess I had chosen the perfect time to tell Ryuzaki about me being Kira because if it weren't for the cool touch of the rain I was sure that it would still resemble a balloon only half inflated

"I did tell you I loved you Ryuzaki, I didn't say it simply because I felt like saying it, I meant it. Just because we have to act differently in front of others doesn't mean what I feel for you has changed. I know I have a lot to do before you can trust me again but I will prove myself to you, no matter how long it takes" I replied

I leaned in close to him and kissed him again, a soft, slow gentle kiss so that neither of us could become aroused

"Besides it's not so bad being chained to you. I should go and burn the Death Note, get rid of it before the task force arrive." I said

Ryuzaki nodded in agreement, whilst he disappeared to collect the chain and the key from the bathroom and I gathered up the Death Note and the loose papers, including the one hiding in my wrist watch. I took them to the conference room where I had thrown them on the fire that had been lit earlier that morning by Watari. I watched as they lit up in a blue flame, the papers and the book slowly becoming ash. I was not going to betray Ryuzaki, not after yearning after him, wanting him and now being with him, no, that was not something I was willing to throw away, I had a future as a cop and I had a future with him and surely this would bring him one step closer to trusting me.

"Light?"

I could hear him calling out to me from the kitchen, he had sent Watari to his own home, that was on the top floor of the building, earlier that evening and so I was in charge on making sure that Ryuzaki was fed, kitchens and Ryuzaki did not mix.

As I entered the room I could see the refrigerator door wide open and Ryuzaki with his head right it trying to find the strawberry shortbread cake that Watari had made for him the day before yesterday, nobody had the heart to tell him that the task force had polished it off whilst he was taking a shower.

"Have you seen my cake?" he asked me

Why did I have to be the one to tell him where his cake went?

"It was eaten, but look I will make you something sweet there is still plenty of strawberries and I am sure there is some whipped cream somewhere in there. Just please get your head out of the fridge, after spending time in the rain tonight, your hair is still damp you will end up getting sick"

"Very well"

he sighed and moved away from the fridge, resting his back against the cupboard, folding one leg over the over and his arms across his chest, I could see the impatient look in his eyes, it only made me smile and shake my head. The pain I had forgotten about earlier had still lingered, but at least I could stand on my own now although having Ryuzaki looking after me was quiet pleasant.

I reached into the fridge and found a bowl of strawberries soaking in syrup, a can of whipped cream and some empty tart shells that had only been open last night. I closed the fridge behind me and placed the three ingredients on the counter.

"Come here sulky" I said to him

He did as I asked and stood beside me, still looking discontent, I had never met someone who was so passionate about cake in my entire life but that was just one more thing I loved about him, he was completely different from everyone else.

I scooped one of the strawberries and a small amount of syrup into one of the tart shells and covered it a thick layer of the whipped cream. I placed it on a small plate and grabbed a fork that I had seen him chew on countless times before. I pushed the fork into the tart, strawberry and cream and scooped up a decent amount. I held the fork out to Ryuzaki's mouth, he didn't even hesitate to open and take the entire amount into his mouth

"It tastes just like cake" he said with a mouth full of food. For someone who was typically polite he certainly didn't have very good eating manners.

"I burnt it all in the fire, it's all gone. Kira is gone, when I see Misa again I will ask for her note book and I will burn that too" I said to him

He looked at me, still chewing the food I had fed to him.

"Thank you" he replied and swallowed

He grabbed the plate and fork out of my hand and quickly devoured the rest of the tart. Once he was completely satisfied we made our way to the bathroom to collect the chains that Ryuzaki had abandoned to get something to eat.

He bent down to the tiles and picked up the chain and key, both cuffs were still open. He removed the shirt that he had torn that was still hanging off the chain and tossed it aside. I held out my wrist and he latched on the cuff and tightened it, but not too tightly around and I did the same for him. As he bent down to pick up the shirt and walk away with it, I stood still and yanked on the chain bringing him back to me.

I pushed him against the basin, rough enough so that his backside was resting on the lip of the ceramic bowl. It was hard for me to keep my hands away from him and I wanted him to have a better memory of us being cuffed together then the fight and the confession that I was Kira. I separated his legs and I stood between them, he gripped hold of the torn shirt tightly as I pressed my lips against his neck. I could feel not only myself but Ryuzaki becoming hard as I nuzzled his skin. His breaths were quick, my hands exploring the outside of his jeans, rubbing his hardened member with my fingertips. I could feel how warm his face had suddenly become, surely this was a much better moment in cuffs for him then the last time we were bound together. I pulled my lips away from his neck and looked at him in the eyes, I removed my hand and pushed my body up close to his.

"I am 100% sure that I am in love with you" he said.

I stayed pressed against him, I couldn't believe the words he had said, they were like music to my ears, although they were not necessary as I knew that he had the same love for me as I felt for him they were the most melodic words I could have ever heard, it made wanting to make love to him harder to resist. I could have taken him there and then but it would not have shown the love and respect I had towards him, just lustful hunger and Ryuzaki didn't deserve lustful hunger, he deserved romance and love and I intended to do this as perfectly as I could, it would be something both of us would remember forever.