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Cries in the Night	By : pinkfeline Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male Views: 5064 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2

Light stretched out languidly on the bed, one hand cradling the back of his head as the other rested on the pillows above him. The ceiling provided neither distraction nor interest with which to dull his restlessness and the same could be said of the detective. L was seated on the floor, his posture almost normal for once as he scanned the screen of the computer before him. Why L had felt the need to place the computer on the floor rather than a table, Light could not find it in himself to care enough to ask. It was but one more mark on the growing list of L�s peculiarities.

Thinking of the pale creature not a few feet away, Light allowed his attention to shift to said person. There was no light in the room but for the cold glare of the computer and it lent L an almost ethereal quality. L was undoubtedly pale and paired with the bags beneath his eyes and haphazardly styled hair, he made quite the convincing ghoul.

There was something appealing in that thought, this inhuman detective prowling amongst the graves. Yes, such a thought was strangely appealing and very amusing, the doppelganger in his mind�s eye doing just that. L would not appear all that out of place in a graveyard at all.

The thought and the image entertained him scarce a full minute, before the tiny smile melted back into a bored grimace. His swaying moods must have been heavier than he suspected, for L sighed quietly in well-concealed irritation. When Light found himself caught in the dark eyed glare, he froze for a second and frowned back.

"Perhaps Light-kun would cease to be bored if he actually did some work. Enough time has been wasted by your nap earlier."

Light would have scowled at the man, but the urge to do so was not forthcoming. Perhaps said nap had managed to ease away some of his temper, besides, he had slept on L�s order and refused to take any blame on the issue. However, it did not excuse his current disinterest in the Kira investigation, nor his inactivity in regards to it.

Light, in honest admittance, did not wish to work on the case, nor did he wasn�t to spend the evening within these four walls. Actually, he would well have preferred to spend the evening outside the entire building. L would not allow such deviance and therefore his request went unspoken. His boredom spoke volumes, and Light was eerily pleased to see that L was a tad miffed by the youngers inaction.

"Twelve percent, Yagami-kun. Your refusal to work constitutes to a growing likelihood of your identity as Kira. Perhaps I expected too much from you, it appears that you are not yet ready to work in the field. I have half a mind to release you from the investigation as you are growing more a liability than even Matsuda-san."

He should have been insulted, and he would have had it been any other day. It is not to say that L�s words did not affect him adversely in any way. The irritation that built from the detectives� scathing remark instead watered the restlessness that itched at his bones and made the blood throb in his veins. He wanted out, needed it.

"Unlike a certain detective, there are those of us that require some form of social activity outside a place of residence or work. Neither you nor any other person with access to this building is in anyway a sufficient remedy for such needs. I am bored and the dull monotonous routine is in no way improving my condition."

His words were heated by the coals of his frustration, banked by discipline but kept alive with every injustice forced upon him. There was silence as L regarded him with a critical eye, gaze sweeping over the teen�s form calculatingly. Light raised one eyebrow in surprise as it appeared that the detective was actually considering his logic. There was no hope that L would concede to the request, for to do so would mean that the detective would be forced to accompany him, and there was no way in hell that such a thing would happen.

"Fine"

This time Light felt his features morph into one of shock, to which L simply raised a mocking brow.

"Three hours. I expect you to return within that timeframe or I shall enforce another incarceration. Should you try and run, I will have you formally arrested on suspicion of being or aiding Kira, to which I will resolve on getting answers out of you by other, less pleasant means than I have used thus far. Should you partake in any suspicious activity, or should any such activity occur during your absence, you will be pulled from the investigation and put into solitary confinement until the conclusion of the case."

To say that Light was shocked would well have been an understatement. By such terms, Light was well backed into a tight corner. L was purposefully trying to discourage Light from his endeavour, the younger man knowing full well that L would act upon his threats. If anything suspicious happened, with or without Lights participation, he would pay a hefty price for a few hours of freedom. He was not going to let such an opportunity slip by though, and with challenge in his gaze, accepted L�s terms.

The insomniac merely nodded and stood slowly. Nibbling on his thumb for a few seconds, L produced a key from somewhere on his person. Again Light was surprised for he now stood without the cuff around his wrist. Light was allowed three hours of complete and utter freedom.

Light was not so naive as to not suspect L of creating or sending any safeguards. The man had vast resources at his disposal and would no doubt use them. In three hours, all L�s hard work could be unravelled after all. It was a good thing then, that Light was not Kira.

Sweeping out of the room and later out of the very building, Light missed the dark expression on the super sleuths� face.

Revelling in the fresh, cool air, Light took a moment to simply enjoy being outside again. Mindful of his time limit, Light set off further into the city, mingling with the crowds and letting himself be carried with the flow. He broke away from the masses and turned into darkening streets, the dark heavy beat of music drawing him ever closer to a club few would think to find him at.

Slipping into the noise and the claustrophobia of the cramped clubroom, Light found himself awash in a new world of dizzying colour. The room was filled with various patrons of both genders; some dancing while other socialised. It was a club like any other, though Light was hardly one to frequent any. This night his blood cried for the wild abandonment that could only be achieved in an establishment such as this.

He drew quite a few glances as he made his way to the bar, appraised for the attractiveness of his form as well as the shadowing fatigue that marred his features. Light cared little for the drink placed before him, sipping at the toxic liquid as his eyes scanned the crowds. By his second glass, the alcohol was already starting to affect his mind, glazing the scene before him and allowing him graceful movement. Without anything of substance in the way of food and drink, the alcohol sang through his blood undiluted, flushing his skin with heat.

A petite dark haired woman approached him, her smile a little too wide as she caught his eye. She held a glass between her fingers, which she raised as she allowed herself to move to the beat of the music. Her eyes did not leave his as she drew ever closer. Eventually she was close enough that Light was able to smell her perfume amongst the other scent permeating the room.

Her body language was openly inviting, to which Light�s responded in kind. The girl moved closer and leaned over him as she set her now empty glass down. With her soft warm body pressed to his front, Light felt the stirrings of excitement gathering low on his spine. The girl kept moving to the beat, rubbing gently against him until he took her firmly in his arms.

Dragging in her scent, he lowered his head and found her lips pressing up against his. Feeling that same strange insatiable hunger rising, Light took hold of the woman and dragged her deeper into the shadows of the club, away from watching eyes. She clung to his shoulders as he pushed her against the wall, his mouth moving down to kiss and lick at her throat.

The heat of the club had caused a faint perspiration to cover her skin, her lust now adding to the taste. She moaned and panted softly into his ear as he let his hands trail over her body, cupping her breasts briefly before moving onwards until he was caressing her thighs. Mindless with lust and knowing only the hot drumming beat of her pulse against his lips, Light bit down hard against the skin of her throat. He took no notice of her gasped surprise as blood pooled inside his mouth, the warm exotic taste of her life flowing over his tongue and down his throat. He suckled at the wound, his hands never ceasing in their exploration of her body, until reason bade him stop.

Stumbling back slightly, Light watched as the woman gazed back at him with dazed and slightly pained lust filled eyes. Blood welled from the puncture wound at her neck, though she barely took noticed of it. Disturbed and exhilarated at the same time, Light stood unsure for a moments breath. His body craved the feeling of her against him, the hunger, lust and alcohol eating away at his self-control. He wanted nothing more than to press himself once more to the woman, to taste her.

The very uncharacteristic and frightening loss of control was all that kept him from taking the woman. Recognising that things were not as they should be, that continuing on would most likely end badly, Light slipped back into the crowd. Whether she tried to follow, he did not know, for he left the club then without once looking back.

The night was brighter around him now, blurred at the edges until the scene became no more than a smear of colour. He had enough mind left to know that time was running out, and that he had best return to the headquarters lest L think he was up to something.

It was only when he stumbled from the elevator into a thankfully empty room, that Light managed to even begin to take in the rather strange encounter. Finding his way to the kitchen, Light threw the cupboard doors open in search for a glass. At last finding one, he filled it with water, which he promptly drank in just a few gulps. Filling it once more, he put his hands on the edge of the sink and bent his head in an effort to stabilise himself.

Fragments of foggy memory were all that played in his head, the woman�s perfume and the soft curves of her breasts as she had leaned against him. Her face he could not remember, and if she had at anytime introduced herself he could not know. What fragment was clearest of the night though, was the taste and the heat of her blood on his tongue.

In his half-intoxicated state, he could not fathom why that single piece of memory stirred such raging hunger and fear in him. Gulping back the water once more, Light turned and startled as he came face to face with the detective.

L did not speak but merely observed the youth, thumb on lip, with an indiscernible expression. Light blinked as he tried to focus on the pale face of the creature that claimed to be his friend. There was no kindness in the other�s gaze, nor concern or even interest. Irritation bubbled forth under the alcohol�s direction and the man yet to speak!

"Yagami-kun is intoxicated. I was unaware that you could be so careless as to overdo the limits of your tolerance. You will not be exempt from work due to the hangover awaiting you, come morning, and I will not see you slack of again. If you continue to make yourself a liability to this case, I will have to take action. I hope you understand."

The flat unchanging tones of the elder man�s voice stirred the irritation into a boiling mass that began to press against his ribs to an almost painful extent.

At times it was so easy to loathe this man, for which Light could not blame Kira in wanting the man dead. The way he would often belittle Light, even in the guise of complements, as if he was somehow inferior to the detective. When every little movement he made was scrutinised, his words examined, his achievements picked apart and his personality and habits attacked, Light could do nothing but hate.

So why then, in the silence that followed the detectives words, did L�s breath draw him closer? Why, when the unique scent that was L found his senses, did it excite in him the same hunger as what had made him lose control so briefly in the club? Why did the idea of tasting L inspire such erotic and lustful feelings that stirred heat in his loins?

There were many questions to ask though he was in no mind to consider them fully. Without any memory of doing so, Light had pushed the detective against the fridge, pinning the man�s body with his own. L made no reaction other than to tense up, even as Lights breath ghosted over his neck. Neither made a sound or further movement, caught up in the strangeness of the situation and what may have led to it. When he concentrated, Light could hear as well as feel the rhythmic beat of the detective�s pulse. Slow and steady. Undeniably tempting.

With a soft grunt, Light pushed himself back and away from the detective, leaving the kitchen and heading to the bedroom. L followed like a shadow, eyes trained on the youth with an unnerving intensity that was ignored though practise.

No more was spoken that night as Light was once more bound to the eccentric, finally crawling into bed. He slipped away into sleep quickly, under the watchful eye of L. When morning would come, Light would make no word of complaint but would suffer the results of his night in silence. All would be well and normal with a world terrorised by Kira, if only the boy would be able to stay awake. L�s threats were good at least in inspiring some motivation, and defiance in letting the weakness of his body show.
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