Warnings for this chapter: gore
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Break the Haughty - Chapter VIII
L checked his watch. That was one hell of a shower. He knew from the surveillance cameras in the Yagami household that Light was a very cleanly person and showered thoroughly. Given the situation, L would even double the time for washing. But an hour had passed since Light left for the bathroom and L started feeling concern. Light did not strike him as a suicidal person, but maybe he was putting too much of himself into that assumption.
He stood up from his chair at the desk and walked over to the bathroom door. The shower was still running. He knocked.
"Light?"
No reply. L knocked again, more vigorously this time.
There was still no reply.
L pushed down the handle to check if Light had locked the door. Fortunately, he had not. When he entered the bathroom, L's eyes widened. Light was lying inside the tub, sleeping or unconscious, the water still running, of course, and a continuous faint trail of blood making its way from his body towars the drain.
L didn't waste any time and rushed over to the limp body to check his breath. There was still air coming out of his mouth and nose, thank goodness.
He controlled Light's pulse. It was low, not surprisingly so. The skin of his suspect was wet and cold, where the running water did not provide an ongoing source of warmth. L turned the shower off and dried Light a little with one of the hotel's towles. Then he heaved the body out of the shower and carried it over to the bed, where he set it up in a recovery position. Only when he looked for a shirt the realisation struck him that Light lay on his bed completely naked!
He grabbed a shirt from the homogenous supply Watari had arranged and came back to the bed. He thought about giving him some underwear, too, but decided that Light would probably not appreciate that. In spite of himself his eyes travelled over the gorgeous shape that was Light Yagami's body and caught them lingering in the loin region. Perfectly trimmed hair crowned the sleeping cock and a clean-shaven scrotum. L resisted a sudden urge to touch it. Instead, he sat down on the bed behind Light where he had more space to sit and dress him.
The recovery position exposed the wounded anus. Blood was still trailing down from within, staining the white sheets brownish-red. L stared. The raw skin with bits of dark clotted blood and bruised surrounding tissue looked, indeed, horrible. Yet he felt a strange arousal again, which both, astonished and disturbed the detective. Light had been brutally violated and lay vulnerable and defenseless before him. He would never take advantage of that. But in his mind, he saw again how it had happened, heard Light scream and the rapist groan. The arousal was unpleasant, but L refused to release himself. First, he was not too sure about the state of Light's unconsciousness and second, he felt rather uncomfortable masturbating to such cruel imagery.
Nevertheless, his fingertips stroked lighlty along Light's biceps, before he pulled the boy up to get him into the shirt. Light's skin felt so pleasent and soft, L had to force himself to let go of his suspect and return him into the recovery position. He needed rest, not someone to cuddle. L pulled the duvet over Light's form and tucked him in. Then he returned to his desk where his laptop ran the screen saver. He reached for the doughnut plate and sighed in disappointment when he realised he had already eaten all of them. At least he had room service, although it was no comparision to Watari's commitment. He sighed again. It was going to be a long night.
Author's note: yeah, sorry for this very short chapter. I wanted to go on but here is just too convenient a cut ;-)
But at least an update will not be far away. Thanks for reading and, as always, I appreciate any comments, thoughts and suggestions. Cheers!