Chapter 3

I sit at my computer, at a loss for what to do. Everything I've looked for has been a dead end. I decide to look up the latest obituaries and start from scratch again. Behind me I can hear the team going over what they already know, trying to find a pattern that could help discern who Kira is. L is at his computer, but I can clearly see he is not working. He is still in his slump and has been all day. Yesterday we got little done, the fight didn't help much. I watch as he slowly eats his cake, apparently lost in thought. I look back to my computer screen and begin to read, looking for causes of death. When nothing seems to stand out I find my own ambition waning.

I groan in frustration and rub my eyes, sore from the bright light of the screen. When I open them again the first thing that catches my attention is tray of sweets next to L. I purse my lips for a moment before submitting to my desire. I stand quickly and take a small saucer with a cream cake of some sort from the tray. I sit back down and ignore L's surprised face. I rarely eat sweets. Since there are no more available utensils I decide to use two fingers to scoop up a dollop of the creamy cake and bring the fingers to my mouth, sucking off the sugary treat. I close my eyes, savoring the sweetness. When I open my eyes I see L watching me, almost in disbelief, and I can't help but wonder if he's upset that I took his cake or simply astonished that I'm eating with my fingers. I do this a few more times before setting the plate down, leaving half the slice untouched. The sweetness is too much for me to bear.

"Ryuzaki," I keep my voice soft, not wanting to disturb the rest of the team. He looks at me slowly, apparently unable to keep his eyes off the cake. His eyes scour my face briefly before meeting my eyes. "I need to wash my hands." He nods, stands and we leave for the restroom. He closes the door behind us, watching me as I wash my hands.

"I wasn't lying you know," his voice catches me off guard.

"What?" I am drying off my hands. His clothes rustle softly as he moves closer to me.

"I was telling you the truth." I turn around to face him, surprised at how close he is to me. I can feel the warmth of his breath on my cheek. "When I said you were beautiful, I wasn't lying, Light-kun." I can't help it when my mouth falls open.

"I… uh…" my mouth snaps shut once I realize that I have nothing to say. I am at a loss, what am I supposed to say to that? Thank you? It crosses my mind that this could be a trap, he could be doing to me exactly what he wanted me to do to Misa. And I am at such a loss as to whether or not he is being truthful that I find myself withdrawing.

"Light-kun," it's a soft sigh, and I am surprised by the look on his face. His voice and face, he sounds dejected and frustrated… almost desperate. Desperate for me to believe him.

I try to quell my rising anger. I'm not sure if it's towards him because of his advances or myself for nearly falling for them. He steps closer and I move away, grunting in surprise when I feel the hard porcelain of the sink in my lower back.

"Still trying to get a confession?" I demand, eyes narrowing. I am growing tired of his games. His eyes widen and then narrow.

"I just told you I wasn't lying," he answers, sounding irritable. He moves closer still and our bodies are nearly touching. He puts both hands on either side of the sink, trapping me. I can feel his body heat permeating through my clothes.

"I don't believe you," and after the words come out I feel like a lion cub trying to roar. My nervousness overcoming my bite.

He chuckles, just loud enough for me to hear and he closes the distance between us, his lips warm and soft on mine. My entire body trembles, even my breaths. One of his hands leaves the sink and his arm snakes around my waist. I whimper against his mouth, and it's as if it that small sound breaks the spell. There's the same searing pain in my scalp again, as his hand buries into my hair. I gasp in pain and that seems to have been his plan because suddenly his tongue is plundering my mouth. It takes a long moment for my mind to work through the shock. When I realize that he's kissing me, and I'm kissing him back, I brace my hands against his chest. Before I can push he's moving one of his arms and pulling the chain so that my arm is forced behind my back.

"Ah," I cry out softly, but he shows no concern. Then I feel his hair against my cheek and a hot, soft mouth against my neck. He kisses and sucks his way down to where shoulder meets neck and sinks his teeth into my flesh. "Ahh!" it's painful and pleasurable at the same time, making my skin under his mouth tingle. Then his tongue and lips are soothing the spot and a haze is enveloping my brain. I can hardly think, this can't be good. "No, Ryuzaki, stop please." A sharp, annoyed exhale on my skin, but he releases me.

I stumble, disoriented at the sudden loss of balance and body warmth. He is watching me, stoic and unconcerned. But I can see his chest rise and fall as he pants. And though I do my best not to look, I can see his arousal tenting his loose pants. Then to my embarrassment I can feel my own.

"We need to get back to work," I mumble to myself more than to him. When we enter the room again I am unnerved by the looks I receive.

"Are you two alright? We heard someone yell," Mogi is watching us, brow furrowed and eyes suspicious. L is silent, only shrugging as he moves back to his seat.

"It was nothing," I supply for an answer, smiling cordially. I receive several dubious looks, but shrug them off and return to my seat and my work.

oOoOo

"Light-kun! Are you listening?"

"Yes, of course," I answer automatically, and that's all it takes to placate Misa. I've been doing my best to ignore L, sitting next to me in his peculiar way, eating cookies and making a mess; since he can't seem to simply put the whole cookie in his mouth, but must bite each one in half. And as Misa continues to prattle on I am consumed by my thoughts. Less than a week ago I had nearly hated L, and now…

Well honestly he still irritates me with all his idiosyncrasies. But it's not subtle desire masked in anger that I feel now. It's a full blown urge to let him devour me with his angry, violent passion. Conversely I feel shameful; shame at being attracted to him, to a man. Not even a particularly good looking man either. Not that he is ugly. Although if he were more handsome then at least I would have that excuse at my disposal. I've never found another male to be particularly appealing, but that simply lays it bare: I am indeed attracted to L, not his appearance...

"Don't you think Light-kun?" I catch the last of Misa's blather. I begin to agree, but stop short, could she have just been saying something completely ridiculous? Like wedding plans or something of the sort?

"Hm?" I settle on. I look away from the spot on the table that my eyes have been glued to, to her eyes. Her brows are narrowed and her lips are trembling in what seems to be a mixture of anger and sadness.

"You didn't hear a thing I said, did you Light-kun?" it seems she's settled dejection.

"Sorry," I mumble, and she watches me for a moment before she wipes away the tears of anger glistening on her lashes. Her feeling are quickly replaced by happiness and I can't help but think of how foolish she is.

"Maybe Ryuzaki could give Light-kun and Misa some time alone?" she's watching me with an almost carnal look. "We need to make up," she says, L hums in consideration and my eyes snap to him. I do my best to hide the incredulousness I feel. The last thing I need is to be left alone with Misa throwing herself at me.

"Actually," L's eyes are focused on a clock on the far wall. "I think it's about time we went back to work." I nod and take my queue from him, trying not to appear too eager to leave Misa's presence.

oOoOo

I wake up suddenly, gasping for air. I roll to my back and groan, disgruntled by the sticky slickness I feel in my pants.

"Is everything alright?" L's voice cuts through the fogginess of my brain. I lay unmoving at the sound of his voice. My dream comes back to me, and causes me to flush. "Light-kun?" he asks after a few moments of my silence.

"Uh... Yeah," I look at him and try to offer him a confident smile, "I'm fine. I just need to use the restroom." I sit up, staying still for another moment and we watch each other in silence. I clear my throat nervously and fight the blush I feel starting to paint my cheeks. "Could… could you not watch me for a moment?" He cocks his head slightly and then nods and averts his eyes to the television.

I move quickly, opening my dresser and retrieving a clean pair of pajama bottoms. I briskly stride to the bathroom; lamenting, not for the first time, its lack of a door. I silently begin the process of peeling off my pants, doing my best to keep from getting my fluids on anymore of my body. I turn on the hot water and let it heat while I retrieve my washcloth and then begin the task of cleansing myself.

I step into my clean pants and I am relieved to have avoided that awkward moment. The thought of L seeing me, pants soiled from my wet dream, causes a shiver to run up my spine. It's not necessarily an unpleasant thought. No doubt L would have thought he was the cause of my predicament. Cocky bastard. I can't help but think of our last kiss. Maybe it's his desire to control? It does feel nice to submit my pride and give into him.

I brace myself against the counter and look into the mirror that stretches its length. My face is flushed, my eyes half-lidded in desire. I watch as my cheeks turn even darker at the sight of myself. I drop my head, looking into the sink. How can I face anyone looking like this? I breathe deeply, trying to clear my mind and face. When I feel more relaxed I raise my head back to the mirror. Whatever ground I had gained in my internal fight is lost.

L is slouched in the doorway.

My blush returns full force and I can see a spark of curiosity in his normally stoic face.

"Thinking about your dream?" he questions, eyes moving to a spot on the floor. I turn to see what caught his attention and am mortified. I move quickly, snatching my pants from the floor and shoving them into the hamper.

I was wrong, it is an entirely unpleasant experience.

"Light-kun, it's completely normal." Right, right everyone goes through this. I leave the bathroom, not once looking in his direction.

"You know, Light-kun," I halt at the sound of his smug voice, dreading what he's about to say. "Considering your current attitude I have to say that I think your dream was about me."

"I'm just embarrassed you saw, that's all."

"Light-kun," he sounds amused, "if you're going to lie you have to at least try." I turn to him, my face fully set to deny that I was lying. Suddenly he is on me, one arm around my waist, his other hand buried in my hair. His lips are hot and soft and sweet. He nibbles on my lower lip, and my hands wind into his soft hair. He cups the back of my head and begins to kiss down my neck. I turn my head, giving him easier access and am rewarded with a sharp nip. And then he's not nipping down my neck, but biting, sucking, and licking. He begins to move forward and I oblige him backing up until the back of my legs hit the bed and we tumble onto it. His mouth is on me again, and his hands are grabbing fistfuls of my shirt and forcing the buttons, popping most of them from the shirt. I feel his lips on my collar bone and I hum in pleasure, grinding my hips against him. His hand moves between us and begins to tug at the waistband of my pants.

"No!" I am surprised by the shout and it takes me a moment to realize that he's stopped his movements. Then he has both hands on my waistband and he begins to pull them down. I panic.

"I said stop! I don't-I don't-"

"Light-kun," his voice is low and rough, "shut up and enjoy."

His hot mouth moves down my chest, biting and sucking his way to my navel. His tongue dips in and I cry out softly in surprise. His cool hand surrounds my hardness and I gasp. Suddenly his hot mouth is on my sac and I cry out, my hips jerking wildly.

"Ryuu…" I whimper and he disperses of my pants completely. His hand is sure and steady as it moves over me. His tongue agile as he continues to caress and tease me. His hot wet tongue moves up my sac to the base of my hardness then up to where my shaft meets my head and suddenly his mouth envelopes me. "Hah!" I jerk again and look down into his large, smoldering eyes. I can't watch him for long and I throw my head back to the bed thrusting into his hand and mouth uncontrollably.

He releases me suddenly, crawls up the bed and his mouth is on mine again. Long, slow movements of our lips and tongues together. His kiss makes me ache for more. His hand moves down between our bodies and it takes me a moment to realize he's discarding his own pants.

I feel his hardness press into my hip and my fingers clamber at his back, nails racking from his shoulder blades to the top of his shoulders. He hisses in my ear and thrusts against my body. I reach down between us, fingers encircling him clumsily. He bites me shoulder and pushes against me, his cock rubbing against mine, our bodies creating friction against one another.

He always tries to remain stoic, but now that we're like this... He groans thrusting against me. Shuddering as we reach our climax. He flops down next to me. The bed is large, but we intertwine our limbs regardless, fluids mixing together as we adjust ourselves. He moves closer, lips brushing my ear and sending another jolt of desire through me.

"I love the sounds you make," his sensual voice and hot breath causes my face to heat. "Hm," he examines my face, which only deepens my blush. "You are even more delectable when you blush like that." He leans in to kiss me, his arousal returning.

"Again?" I ask tiredly, when we break the kiss. He grins lasciviously at me and trails his fingers from my knee up to my inner thigh.

"Can Light-kun not keep up?" he questions me. His tone cocky and challenging.

"Of course I can," I retort back. His grin is still in place as he slides his fingers from my inner thigh over my buttock. I gasp when his fingers slides between them and trace my entrance with achingly slow circles. So much better than the first time he touched me there. For a moment fear races up my spine at the remembrance, but his sensual movements and hot mouth dispel it. I moan as he begins to apply pressure.

"The rules will change this time," he purrs in my ear, causing me to shiver, and his fingers begin to push into me. "Think you can still keep up?"

"Yes," I moan, bury my hands in his hair and pull his mouth to mine. "Devour me."