Dunno really where this is going but, if you want more, please review. This is my first fic for Death Note so I'm still getting used to all the names of everyone so do tell me if I'm getting anyone mixed up with another character. I know I keep getting L's aliases wrong but I'm pretty sure I corrected those. Also, I'm English so there might have been words that are spelled differently to what you're used to or there might even have been words you've never heard off so don't hesitate to ask if you don't know.

Anyway, please enjoy and review. Criticism is welcome unless you're going to hate on me and be a total jerk. Enjoy :)

The white light blared from the computer screen as L gazed intently at the little words lined up in uniform like soldiers on march to their death, beside him sat Light who was studying L's affixed expression only a few inches away. "Ryuzaki, you've been reading that for over an hour," Light leaned in a little, trying to get in view of L's unblinking eyes. "We could go get some coffee. It would be good for you to get out of here."

Since the faculty had been built, L had yet to emerge from the building. He had been motivated to to little more than sit and stare, his brilliant mind running through his thoughts. Light could not deny that he was worried about L's mental state especially after their fight in front of Misa. Light sighed and turned L's face towards him, pressing their lips together gently while ignoring the others in the room. L's lips curved up into a faint smile.

"Would you two keep that for private rooms?" the ex-chief Yagami pleaded, witnessing the tender moment between his son and his...boss. "Besides, I found something that could be useful... Boys!" the old man huffed as the youths continued kissing. He praised whatever holy divinity was at work for not letting him witness the two use tongues. Despite his protests, however, he was pleased his son had found happiness. Especially after the ordeal with being locked up for weeks and being accused of being Kira. L was not the ideal partner that he would have picked for his son, especially considering the imprisonment but Soichiro had to admit that no one could decide one who they fell in love with and he could tell his son was completely besotted for L.

"Apologies, Mr Yagami," L muttered when they parted, his cheeks a little flushed as he tried to hid his embarrassment. "You mentioned you may have found something... Light... cut it out..." Light looked the very picture of innocence except the mischievous glint in those light brown eyes that remained aglow only for L to see.

"Yes," Soichiro replied, trying not to think about what his son might or might not of been doing under the desk that supported the computers. "I noticed that deaths for businessmen are centred around the weekends."

"Huh? On the weekends?" Matsuda echoed, his eyes flickering up to the old man with a respectful regard burning in the young man's brown irises.

The Yagami ender gave a short, curt nod. "The first few murders appear to have been at random but recently they've all taken place between Friday night and Saturday afternoon."

"I'm amazed you even noticed that, Chief," the ex-officer announced with awe clear in his hunched, leaning posture, humbled by the elder's smarts. He knew that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be as professional or as smart as anyone else in the room -though he wouldn't be saying that if Misa was present- but that didn't mean he wouldn't try to learn from everyone.

"Matsuda," Soichiro said sternly. "I thought I told you to stop calling me 'Chief'."

"I'm sorry but you'll always be the chief to me," the young man said cheerfully.

Light leaned back a little, his chair swivelled around so he could see his father. "That's a really important clue, Dad," he praised but he was not surprised by his father's deduction; Mr Yagami may not have been as smart as L or his son but he hadn't been employed as chief for several decades for nothing. "Nice work."

"Well," the old man chuckled, pride blooming warm in his chest at his son's heartfelt compliment. "I can't let myself fall behind you and Ryuzaki," he smiled fondly at his son. "After all, the last thing I want to do is be dead weight."

L began mumbling to himself, only half intending for others to hear his words but all present listened to what the master detective had to say as a mountain of paperwork was brought in for L to go through, all a copy of names and faces of the employees at the company in question. "Thank you very much..." L said as he took the stack.

"That's three hundred thousand people," Light protested. "How was this put together so quickly? That's amazing, Mogi!"

"Yes," L agreed apathetically, "He's been incredibly efficient from the start."

Matsuda felt somewhat useless. He stood, rushing to his feet with enthusiasm, "Ryuzaki! Please tell me, is there anything I can do to help with the investigation? Besides the manager thing."

L's eyes flickered up from Mogi's collection of employees, lingering on the energized ex-officer. "Sooo...you really want to be useful?"

"Yes!" Matsuda confirmed with conviction, his expression filled with all the determination of any hard-working crime fighter.

"Then could you get me another cup of coffee?"

Matsuda's face fell.

"And for our guests over there as well."

It was then they were introduced to the sociably attractive conman and the technologically smart thief. Though there were some protests, Light soon put them to rest easily. They were hunting down a murderer who targeted criminals; it made sense to use that to their advantage. Even if they weren't caught, they would certainly be useful.

'Would I kill that many people if I had that sort of power...?' Light's thoughts bounced around in his skull, his eyes transfixed nowhere in particular. He refused to believe himself capable of murder even if he did have that kind of power, subconsciously or otherwise. If he was somehow Kira, how much would he stand to loose? Could he really give up his future, his family... could he give up L just to become some kind of deranged figure of a twisted sense of right and wrong?

L turned to look at his lover. "What's wrong? You've been staring at me for the last two minutes." he offered a small smile. "Wait, you must be annoyed because I'm the only one eating cake at the moment, am I right?"

Light returned the tender smile fondly. "No, that's not it." he sighed.

"Here," L offered Light his cake, hoping to cheer the other up.

"No, really," Light pulled L's chair closer and stole a quick kiss then groaned as one of the devices littering the immediate area started to beep, interrupting the two and a calligraphic W appeared on screen.

News just in... Matsuda is an idiot.

Saving people is exhausting. This was the obvious conclusion that L came to as he sluggishly slipped into bed beside Light, lying down with a groan of relief as his aching limbs were supported by the firm mattress. At least now they had a potential mole in the group and Matsuda wasn't dead. Light's eyes opened, watching L slip into bed then wriggled closer only to wrap his arms protectively around the other. "When you were taking about dying today... I didn't like it," he murmured.

L looked at him in the looming darkness, his eyes adjusting quickly as he observed the concerned expression of his lover. It was a look he was quickly becoming accustom to as he learned more and more about this oddly compassionate and loyal Light. Light was much more distant when he was Kira... when he seemed to be Kira.

L didn't know anymore.

It left him utterly confused and unnerved when he thought about it. His head hurt and his chest constricted whenever he thought about it. Part of him had wanted Light to be Kira just so he was right and they could put the matter to rest but... what then? Spending the rest of his life without Light, walking in shadow and darkness alone was little in the way of appealing.

"L... you're trembling," Light whispered as he pulled the other close, holding him into his chest. A moment passed by as they do and L found himself curling into Light, allowing himself the comfort Light offered freely. "Ryuzaki?" Light's fingers ran through the detective's messy hair, soothing the trembling form in his arms.

"I... find that I am scared," L confessed reluctantly, his hands gripping Light's pyjama t-shirt.

Light was silent only for a moment before he pressed a kiss to L's head. "Nothing will happen to you, L. I won't let it," he tilted L's head up. "Ryuzaki, you are smart enough to know now what you mean to me. If I were really Kira, you would still be safe because I..." he chuckled. "I love you."

"I see. So you weren't lying about that, you really do care about me," L murmured before he touched Light's cheek, shifting up to press their lips together. "I care too. I just..."
"...Have difficulty saying it," Light finished for him and shook his head. "I know that. Eventually, I hope you will find your voice when it comes down to how you feel about you and me. I know you well, Ryuzaki. You're not the kind to lead someone on unless you want something from that person. I know you still want me to confess to being Kira but there is no way you would go so far as to making love just to get information. No, this has to be real for you too."

"Your deductive skills are as impressive as always," he sighed dramatically, "You have, however, gotten one thing wrong." L watched the confusion dance on Light's maturing features. "I don't want you to confess to being Kira. I don't want to watch you die."

Light's eyes widened, realizing the depth of L's feelings for him. Unable to find his own voice this time, his mouth launched at L's and latched on as he kissed the other turbulently. The dark-haired male was eager to respond, his lips parting gladly as their kiss deepened. L could feel warmth in his chest, bubbling up and bursting as his heart fluttered with the joy of new love, of first love. As a child, he had been as indifferent to every situation as he appeared now yet somehow this Light in his life had brought him out of his solitude and had tended to the dying spark that had quietly sung in the dark.

"Are we going to have sex now?" L asked, as blunt as ever.

Fingers gently caressed the pale skin of the detective's flushed cheek as Light let out a soft chuckle, his smile visible in those honeycomb eyes. "I think I can manage that if you want to," he replied with harmonious tones of amusement. Deliberately slowly, Light ran his fingers down L's cheek, his chest and torso only to slip into the other's trousers. He watched with delight while L's dark eyes rolled up, his mouth opening as soft pants left those lush, wet lips and his hips rolled forward into the hand pleasuring his erect cock.

It was something out of an erotic fantasy, watching his superior get off by his hand and Light could not deny how much it pleased him to have such a power over his odd male. It turned him on to see his boss in such a state of ecstasy; he could now feel his own erection pulsing, begging to engage in their dance of heat and passion.

"Light..."

And there it was, the plea for more in just a single whine. Light slipped his hand away only to remove his lover's clothing. "You really have no idea what you're capable of, do you?" Light near growled as he tugged off L's t-shirt. He smirked at L's confusion and took his lover's hand, pressing it to his groin as he allowed himself some pleasure. "Ahh..."

L's breathing hitched as he watched Light indulge in bliss by L's very own hand and he suddenly understood why his lover enjoyed touching him so much: the expression on Light's face was positively arousing and his twitching cock most definitely agreed. "Oh..." he breathed, his usually expressionless features suddenly portraying the lust burning in his loins. "T-take off your... your..."

"On it..." Light groaned and removed his shirt as L sat up, his mouth pressing against skin. Light's eyes slid shut, savouring the feel of his lover's lips caressing his flesh. Leaning back a little, he sighed contently as L's mouth found a nipple, his tongue swirling around like one of those sugary treats L loved so much. "Practicing?" Light joked, his cock throbbing with hope. He felt those lips curve into a slight smile then gasped as he felt teeth where lips had once been, all hopes of a blowjob launching out the window. His gasp soon transformed into exclamations as L bit down and, despite Light's protests, his body was responding positively to the pain as if mistaking it for pleasure.

L found himself smirking, shoving Light back as he perched above him. Finding how much Light's body appreciated a little pain proved exciting for the detective. He leaned in and bit down on his lover's shoulder then licked over the mark, soothing it as if to apologise only to bite down again. It felt as though Light and his body were not getting along as quite as well as usual; while Light moaned out protests, his cock twitched and begged for more.

Light sat up, his hands gripping L's hips as he thrust in. L fell forward, his forehead resting against Light's shoulder. "Ahhh!"

Soothing fingers rubbed the base of L's spine, kisses whispering apologies for the pain the detective suffered. For a long, tormenting while, the two remained as they were, sat connected as they clutched one another's bodies until the pain subsided and L found the will to move. He rolled his hips with a pained groan, stirring guilt in Light who regretted not using a form of lubrication to ease the process of connecting their bodies.

"I'm sor-" Light was cut off by demanding lips pressing firmly against his own, a kiss he willingly responded to as the dark-haired male continued to move, riding the other slow and steady as he got used to the familiar feel of being complete. When, at last, L felt no pain, only the pleasure of Light's thick cock jabbing at his prostate, L began bouncing a little faster. His confidence grew as he heard Light's moans passed his own and he slammed his hips down harder, leaning back as Light went in deeper. With his throat exposed so vulnerably, L displayed his trust in his lover, his back arching as he supported himself with one arm hooked around Light and the other keeping him upright by gripping Light's calf firmly.

Lust burned and consumed the lovers as they moved with each other, desperately trying to reach their peak. Faster did their movements proceed, harder did their bodies slam together until neither could stand it. Flipping their positions, Light soon found himself on top as he hammered almost violently into his love who moaned and squirmed beneath him. They climaxed quite suddenly, tremors of ecstasy still washing over them as Light collapsed atop his lover.

For several minutes merging into near enough half hour, the two remained still and silent, perhaps thinking the other sleep if not for the irregularity of their breath.

"Why?" L asked suddenly, not bothering to expand on his question; he knew Light would understand what he wanted, he always did.

"Because I'm not bored when I'm with you," Light murmured. "You're so odd, unique. You never pretend to be anything else. You're smart, intelligent enough to rival me; it was inevitable I would feel something for you."

L shifted. "Light..."

Light smiled softly. "I know."

Yeah, I know. Lots of smut and such.

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