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Butterfly Caught

Chapter 2

I am retroelectric, I wrote this while listening to old school reggae and drum n bass and I don't own (a) Death Note.

Beta read by Nilahxapiel.

Warning: AU, profanity and shit, yaoi, violent themes.

Beyond Birthday had been held up in the mental ward for three years. So when he saw the young man called Yagami Light in the bar, he couldn't help but to think he owned the prettiest damn face he had ever laid his eyes upon. Such a fucking nice thing to look at. And when the younger man looked back at him, twice, then left for the bathroom, Beyond took that as an invitation for him to come and approach him.

Beyond knew he was the type to arouse suspicion with his mannerisms and appearance, so he didn't even bother to make his intent subtle. He had managed to slither around his words easily enough like a snake and fascinate Light into listening to him. Even made him call him B-san as a sign of fucking respect and dominance over him, and coerced him into having a drink with him instead of his work colleagues. Light's friends seemed to be too drunk to even notice that he had come back from the bathroom with a strange man.

Small talk. Small talk was good, it gave him semblance of normalcy. Beyond would pretend to be ordinary as long as possible even with his concealed thoughts and bloody desires, many of which included the beautiful young man who sat opposite him.

"Light is a teetotal of some sort, isn't he?"

"A teetotal?" Light laughed easily, the sound breezy and rather nice to his ears. "No, I don't know where you got that idea."

Then a quirk of the brunette's eyebrow, "...Oh, you've been spying on me? Listening to me talking to my friends all this while?" Light glanced at the group of three men laughing uproariously at what he presumed was a joke on the other end of the place.

"I'm not denying this. Light saw me looking at him. Besides, it's rather hard to miss the most interesting person in a place as this."

Light laughed again.

It was easy to calculate and make flattering statements that boosted the ego of someone as proud as Light. He didn't know him yet, but Beyond had already assumed that Light expected people to praise him. This odd stranger had crimson eyes that kept on boring into him, and made Light want to shudder. It was clear Light enjoyed B's attention, even if there was something about B that unsettled the younger man. His general appearance, no doubt, but then again, the way he had just said his name like he plucked it out of thin air off the top of his head...

Beyond schooled his face into what someone would call a 'friendly' look and spoke, "I'll get some gin and tonic for Light. Yeah? That seems like the very thing he'd like to drink." Beyond's eyes raked up and down his frame, hungry and predatory, then disarmed Light by the little grin that he put on right afterwards, "Ah. Does Light smoke? I could get a pack for him."

The younger man didn't seem to enjoy the informality of using his first name like that, but he didn't comment or dwell on it. The fact that Beyond was a foreigner was rather evident, and Light didn't want to be rude. "A drink like that is fine, B-san. And no, I don't smoke, but if you want to, I won't stop you."

Beyond nodded at the response and went to the bar to order the drink. While he waited for the bartender, he felt an odd taste in his mouth that he wanted to get rid of that wasn't the scotch, and he realised the last time he ate was at 2.38 in the afternoon. It was eleven at night already.

He mashed the back of his hand against his lips, stretched it downwards into an odd upside down U shape with his finger and thumb, giving him a rather cartoon-like expression and ignoring the look the bartender gave him as he mixed that drink. Beyond was being fucking twitchy but he didn't care.

Lots of normal people were twitchy.

And then he thought, perhaps a pack of cigarettes for himself would be good to stave off the hunger for something other than tasteless hospital gruel, because he wanted to continue talking to Light.

God, he hadn't had freedom like this for years. To be able to move his god damn hands and feet any time he pleased, to do things like freely nick someone's wallet, and get some actual clothes. Those hospital clothes made him look like a freak. Beyond was already freakish in nature, and a freak dressed as a crazy fucking freak wasn't complimentary or socially accepted.

To be able to breathe in actual air, get a good drink which burned his throat good because everything up to this point had been so fucking bland. To be able to buy a pack of cigarettes because he damn well could. To be able to talk to a pretty, eye catching man, ensnare his interest and buy him a drink -and all those things he wanted to do to him later. Had to. Either way, Beyond wouldn't stand for being bored any longer.

He glanced back at the table, thinking how difficult it was not to be attracted to such a face.

"Get me a pack of reds too. And a lighter."

The bartender glanced at him then picked out the box, placing it on the counter along with the drink.

"Here you go—"

B put down the bill and left, placing the drink in front of Light while standing behind him, the angle making it seem like his hand brushed against his starched collar had not been on purpose, before sitting opposite him once more. Beyond lifted a leg onto the seat of the chair, pressed up against his chest. The informal, almost childish-looking way he sat with easy grace that made Light look at him as he tapped the box on his palm a couple of times, removed the plastic wrapping around the pack of cigarettes and took out a stick.

Beyond held it between his fingers, lighting the cigarette in between his lips and took a slow, first drag and exhaled in a sensuous, easy manner. The rush and tingly sensation in his body felt good.

It was good to feel a different sensation other than numb.

Light decided he liked the look of Beyond's hands as they held the cigarette between his fingers.

They looked like a musician's hands. Long, elegant fingers but strong in appearance, like they could hold someone down with ease...

Light hadn't even realised he had been staring as he took a sip of his gin and tonic, sitting there and feeling foolish when Beyond noticed and grinned. Cigarette smoke poured out of his mouth like a cloud.

God, Light thought, he looked so demented and somewhat devilish without trying.

"So what is it that you do for a living, B-san?" Light asked, in an attempt to break the silence between them both.

"Why should I tell you?" B smirks, sounding more harsh that he probably meant, Light thought, probably just a wrong choice of words for a person foreign to the language. He lifted the cigarette to his lips again, "Why should I tell Light when I can make it far more interesting and make him guess?" Smoke glided out of his mouth in a sensuous manner again, "Light looks like he can make a good guess, that is, unless my assumption of him is wrong."

Light's eyes narrowed slightly. Was he taunting him? "And what is that?"

"That he is actually smarter than his face tells me."

A pause. "Well." Light tried not to appear offended, giving away a slight laugh, "I don't know what to say about that. It is rather presumptuous to assume that someone is intelligent or not based on their looks."

"Oh, but I can, Light. I'm betting all the people here have rather ordinary IQs compared to me. Pick a random stranger and I can top them in anything."

"...You say some rather odd things, don't you, B-san?"

"I know. Light is just trying to be polite." Beyond smirked and continued to smoke casually. "There's no need for him to hide behind his Japanese politeness. Come on, be frank with me."

B put out the cigarette, and poured the scotch for himself, "I know it's impossible to not think I'm a strange person. I already know the impression I make on people, and I simply can't be bothered about it. One glance at Light and I know that he has been hiding and lying his entire life to please people. He... perhaps he's always wanted to appear as perfect inside as he already is on the outside." Light was startled at that comment, "Who knows what dirty deeds and thoughts he has concealed and never said aloud because they are not socially accepted."

Beyond drank the scotch in one go without wincing. "Perhaps... hmm, he's thought – why can't some people just die? They're so useless to society. Sound familiar, Light? The world would be so much better without some people. I think that's a popular unpopular opinion actually."

"He looks like the sort of person who would have studied law in university. Light look studious, clean and smart. Perfect posture. He knows how to look the part of a trustworthy young man."

That was true, but Beyond was being presumptuous. Who was he? But it shocked Light that some of what he said was true. "I did study law, actually, at To-oh University. So, B-san, you're right about some things. And that's... interesting, bringing that up as an example for a topic of discussion at a bar, of all places, don't you think? But-" Light took a sip of his drink, "-Please go on."

"Light sounds like a psychiatrist, does he know that? 'Please go on.'" He chuckled a bit, and Light could tell Beyond was mocking him. "Well, then he hasn't been to many bars, has he?" Beyond took a second cigarette and lit it, giving him a little smirk.

"My point is," he took a deep drag to keep his hands and mouth occupied, "He doesn't need to hide anything from me. I can sniff out lies. We're strangers, aren't we? We might never see each other again, so there are no consequences."

"That may be true, but what do you plan to gain from me being honest with you?" Light was getting curious. Everything about this man was eluding him, and it irked him, that Light couldn't profile this man yet. But he decided he liked it. This was something new to learn.

"I thought it would be fun. So, back to Light's question. What do I do for a living? Why doesn't he guess?"

"Well-" Light looked at him up and down again, his big brown eyes moving over Beyond's face and appearance. "I wouldn't be able to know at first glance. If I assumed you were a businessman, I would think you looked rather unsuitable for it. Don't mind me saying this, but your appearance is too unkempt for offices. Unless you were your own boss, self-employed, I guess—but I doubt that, B-san."

"There's no need for Light to say unnecessary things like 'Don't mind me saying this'."

"Oh?" Light was surprised, because no one, he thought, had spoken so frankly to him before. It was irritating. And a little refreshing.

"My clothes are fine though, aren't they?"

"What?"

"My clothes, Light."

"Well... I suppose." He looked at Beyond weirdly, then shrugged it off to continue his analysis as he nursed his gin and tonic, watching B's long fingers that held the half-finished cigarette. "Well—perhaps an author, B-san? An artist? You certainly look... eccentric enough."

Beyond shook his head. "Not all artists fit into the stereotype of eccentricity. Besides, there are many different kinds of artists. The type that create fine art, sculptures, even create popular manga and perhaps music. Actors, too. Then there are the less conventional ones. Con artists. Even politicians are a type of artist themselves, buying people over with glib tongues and promises. Question is, what sort of artist would I be?"

"Well." Light paused and thought hard. And then he realised he couldn't for the life of him figure out this man. He was wealthy enough, Light supposed, to be throwing out a hundred dollar bill at the bartender in the first place. Maybe the guy didn't even have a job. Somehow, that didn't seem too realistic. But how would he get money like that in the first place? He didn't seem like the conventional pampered rich guy who inherited their parent's money and didn't have to lift a finger to work. Beyond talked too much like an educated, intelligent person for that. Like he was on Light's level. He hadn't had a conversation that intrigued him like this in...his entire life.

Perhaps he'd stolen that money. But Light thought that was rather rude of him to assume that, even though Beyond had been antagonistic throughout their entire conversation, he couldn't just...assume he was someone that was outright violent.

"You're too strange to be a con artist, even more so a politician, B-san. You stick out like a sore thumb, most people would avoid you."

"Light didn't avoid me, per se."

Light watched B put out his cigarette.

"I didn't. You're just hard to figure out. How about this? You obviously have an analytical mind. You talk and riddle around and even try to ridicule me, but it doesn't bother me. It almost feels like an interrogation. I should know. So that narrows it down, B-san."

"You are either an undercover police officer, an interrogation officer, a private detective or a lawyer. But I don't know, something just doesn't feel right with that conclusion." Light decided. "I would know who you are if you were in the NPA as a police officer, or a government employed detective. Since you're not from here, perhaps you could be from the USCP, FBI, New Scotland Yard, Gendarmerie nationale, Bundespolizei – I'm thinking you are most probably European. Your facial features tell me that, but I could easily be wrong. But you haven't even given me an actual name, just a single syllable English letter like you intend to be inconspicuous. That isn't a real name. It isn't something complete, like Bob, or Bill... Then again, you don't look like a Bob to me."

Light was a comedian, wasn't he? Beyond looked at him, amused.

"It could be a nickname, Light."

"Yes, it could be. But this level of anonymity and secrecy you've maintained since the bathroom...and the fact that you knew my name beforehand- You could be a stalker too, B-san. My stalker."

"Now we're talking!" B laughed, lighting and smoking cigarette after cigarette. "Light is finally getting to the criminal accusations."

"You don't seem to mind. " Light noticed. Then realised that most of the bar was empty, Light's friends had left without acknowledging him... but the fact didn't bother him. They were probably drunk and didn't notice him sitting here, and thought Light had gone home before them. It wouldn't have been the first time.

"Well, I don't mind. I know I can be anything if I put my mind to it." Dangerous, that thought. "My mind is very strong, so—let's keep playing this guessing game. Light asked me what I did for a living, but I know the answer to what he does. Light is an NPA detective."

"Is that so? How did you come to that conclusion?"

"Light said 'I would know' when he were weighing out the possibility I could be with a police agency. That he should probably know everyone in the NPA. That was the clue, so I assumed." Then at Light's humoured expression, the attractive way his face contorted as he scoffed, "I'm correct again."

"Yes, you are, B-san." Light offered him another pretty smile.

Fuck. Beyond stared at him with his red eyes, unsmiling, smoked the last of the cancer stick and put it out, and poured himself a last scotch, emptying out the bottle.

How could he even think of killing someone as fascinating, beautiful, interesting and intelligent as Light...?

God, the thought of having this man. Keeping him close.

Making him trust him completely, making him submit to him. Making him his fucking property.

"Hey, guys? We're closing."

Beyond had gotten so engrossed in his conversation with Light that he hadn't even looked at the time once.

"Yeah, alright." B stood up with Light, pocketing his cigarettes and lighter, opening the door for him and let him walk outside first. "I'd like to walk Light home. "

Not a question, a statement. As though he was stating an order.

"Huh? But I thought you wanted this to be a one-time meeting. Besides," Light's eyes crinkled upwards endearingly as he smiled at him, "You could be a stalker for all I know. You never denied it. I'm not that I mind, because... well, you're a rather fascinating person to talk to, B-san."

In order words, Beyond thought Light meant: I trust you and want to be friends with you.

That nearly made Beyond shudder in delight, but he simply let it out with his twitching fingers behind his back.

"No, come on, Light. What sort of stalker admits to his stalking? Surely common sense makes Light realise that."

"It is also common sense to not simply invite a stranger back to one's home. It's unwise, and could be potentially dangerous for me."

"Light thinks I might be dangerous?" Beyond smirked at him, leaning in as though to divulge a secret to him. "Let's see. How can I make Light say yes? How about this? I'll only reveal what I do for a living when we arrive at the doorstep of Light's house, and then he will... invite me inside."

Like a vampire.

"Isn't knowing what I do the greatest mystery of the night? Till then, we can continue this... conversation, and we'll see how much farther he can analyse me."

"Well—that is rather tempting, but..."

"I swear I won't bite." Light was standing there silent, thinking deeply and weighing his options, glancing at Beyond. "I'm so harmless. Why, I wouldn't even harm a fly."

But Beyond hadn't had qualms harming three people over the course of a few hours. Killing them.

But how could Light even know that? Unless he could read minds. And if he could, he wouldn't even let Beyond close, tempting company as he may be.

It couldn't hurt, Light concluded. "Well—okay. I guess it's fine, you can walk me home."

Light's apartment was a three-room with a balcony, spacious enough for two or four people, every inch of the place neat and clean like Beyond would have expected. It reminded him of the hospital ward, but it had cream walls instead of white, and at least the furniture was brown and metal or wood painted white. Beyond assumed Light lived alone, because the entire apartment seemed to just have a rather plain accent. Not many personal things were scattered around, either. It had a nice lived-in atmosphere, family photos on the wall and on the fireplace, and after kicking off his shoes went up to the living room to sit as Light excused himself to go to the bathroom. Light didn't seem to want to kick him out either, as though he just intended to prolong their conversation.

That was obviously an excuse on Light's part. B knew it.

Beyond lounged about for a few moments, then got up and went to the fireplace and looked at the family photo. Four of them, Light's mother, father and sister, and Light himself. A perfectly normal family. Judging by his father's uniform, Beyond realised that he was a police officer too—and that fact made Light look even more like the trophy son.

Of course, the young man had perfect handsome looks, the perfect education and a perfect future, seemingly to do his parents proud, as well as following his father's footsteps. The pampered prodigy. And, because of his apparent flawlessness, Beyond was attracted to him. He wanted to dominate himself over such a perfect person and make him know it.

He heard Light enter the living room, now dressed in something less formal—a sweater and slacks, arms crossed loosely and leaning against the door frame with his shoulder and giving Beyond a rather pleasant look as he saw him looking at the family picture.

"You like photos like that?"

"Well, not to be a downer, but I never had a family."

"Oh, I'm sor-"

"Don't, Light." B interrupted him, because he didn't need sympathy. He just grabbed the remote control, lounging back on the couch again with his long legs stretched out, but only just for a moment before he was tucking them in and pressing his knees against his chest again. That position, Light thought, didn't even look comfortable, but the man seemed oddly content enough just like that. B patted the space on the couch beside him and looked up at the other, inviting Light to join him.

The younger man didn't hesitate, sitting down beside him and looking at what was on the television, but not really paying any attention. He wanted to talk to Beyond, wanted to hear what else he had to say, because no one's mind had ever interested him so god damn much—

When he turned to look at his side to glance at Beyond, he saw the other man wasn't very much interested in the TV either. In fact, it seemed like he had been staring at him the entire time.

"What are you looking at me for?" Light asked, slightly uncomfortable at those eyes gazing at him without falter.

"I don't know.. But Light is not even asking me to leave. That implies he wants me to stay and keep looking at him like this."

"That's not looking, B-san, that's staring, there's a distinction..."

"Am I making Light uncomfortable?"

"Well-" Light hesitated to answer, frowning, before nodding slowly, deciding to be honest. "Yeah, but I can definitely hold my own against you if you decide to be antagonistic about it."

B smirked at the choice of words and the colour that flooded Light's cheeks.

"No, I didn't mean in that way—B-san, you're being inappropriate." And then, as though he wanted to justify himself, "I'm not gay."

Beyond laughed.

"Neither am I." And yet, Beyond's red eyes kept staring rather intently at Light's face, as though it fascinated him beyond words.

"It's just that you keep looking at me-"

"I can't look?" Beyond asked him innocently. "Should I close my eyes and pretend I'm blind? Would that please Light, to see me incapacitated?" He rubbed his bottom lip thoughtfully, "I never pegged him to be the cruel sort."

"God, no..." Light sighed, feeling his patience wearing thin. "That's not what I meant."

Beyond put one of his long legs down onto the floor, still facing Light. And then in an instant he was very close, much too close for comfort and he could see how shocked Light was at his audacity, inching back into the sofa as though that could put a far enough distance between the two of them.

"What are you doing, B-san, I told you I'm not-"

"Light let me walk him home in the first place, didn't he? He showed so much interest in me, and now he is backing away like he's scared."

"You talk in riddles! It's pissing me off -"

"Shh, don't get mad at me." Then Beyond was smirking, and Light was prepared to push him away and kick him out— startled when he realised that smirk was getting closer to him. Beyond's face was much, much too close.

Light realised he could smell Beyond's scent and the hint of cigarette smoke from before. It was strangely pleasant.

"If Light gets angry with me so much, wrinkles will ruin his beautiful face-" Light's eyes widened. Who talked like that?

"Don't you dare call me beautiful," Light hissed, cutting him off, "Like I'm female. I'm not a plaything. I won't be spoken to like that."

Beyond didn't back away.

"Get off me. God, B-san, I will kick you out right now—I was right, wasn't I? You're a fucking stalker. You never denied it. Why did I trust you-"

Beyond had grasped his chin and pulled him into a deep, firm kiss.

Light didn't know how to react. He was shocked still for a full minute, then his hands pushed against Beyond's chest to get him away. He let out an audible gasp when Beyond's hot tongue slid in an unforgiving manner against his bottom lip, forcing him to open his mouth and deepen that kiss.

"I was not a stalker before," Beyond finally pulled away and left the younger man somewhat breathless and pink in his cheeks, "But after tasting Light, I think I may become one."

"What? You're insane, I can't-" Light said half-heartedly, "I'm not entirely open enough for something like this. You—I've only just met you in a bar, for goodness' sakes, and you can't expect me to-" He was shut up again by Beyond's insistent kiss, the man seemingly finding all the good places to touch Light which left him shaky and trembling, God, he felt more insecure than he could ever remember feeling.

"I don't see the problem, Light." B didn't even sound breathless. "Unless—what, he already has a girlfriend? Somehow I can't be convinced to believe that..." Another hot kiss.

Beyond needed to stop doing this-!

"No, I don't have a girlfriend-" Light gasped as Beyond's hungry mouth began licking, sucking and kissing rather pleasurably along his jaw, neck and collarbone. He hadn't had anyone kiss him like this before, much less a man he'd mere hours before... who kept on fascinating him, who kept his interest. Kept on saying clever things and kept leading him on by a thread, and he wondered hazily why Beyond never kept his promise. They had agreed on talking about B's line of work, and yet here he was, being silenced by his kisses, B just going and jumping straight to things like this...

Besides, Light thought, he could be a criminal for all I know. Those things kept on bothering him, and yet the man's hot mouth, maddening him, was tracing and kissing everywhere and it felt too good to ask Beyond to stop, even if he was tired and drunk and wanted to just sleep.

But if no one else knew, Light decided, that he had brought a man home, was letting said man kiss him, perhaps it was of no consequence. Just a one time thing. Light couldn't let it go passed than these kisses however, or he'd be putting himself in danger.

"-Please, I... don't mind kissing you, but don't go more than this—I'm... I'm tired... I have work tomorrow at three, I just want to go to bed and sleep, it's late-"

"Say that again."

"What-?"

"That word. 'Please'."

Huh? Light's eyebrows furrowed, confused at just how strange B's words were, so he mentioned it again without thinking properly. "Please, B-san-"

"Good, Light is so fucking obedient, isn't he?" Light gasped and cried out at a nick against his neck that was quickly soothed with his hot tongue, jerked against B's hold and at the erotic, domineering tone in Beyond's voice and telling him he was obedient-

"I'm not your pet, B-san, don't be so degrading! Talking to me like that...!"

"I'm not convinced I should stop." Beyond's fingers were slipping under Light's sweater, feeling soft warm skin of his belly beneath and Light just attempted to push his shoulders away to no avail. "Maybe Light should ask nicely for me to do it." Then his long fingers brushed against his chest and sensitive nubs of flesh, peaking instantly against it and Beyond tugged and pinched them on purpose, hearing a gasp slip from his mouth.

"I-" Light squirmed, "Please, B-san, I'm tired. Please stop and let me sleep..."

"Not good enough." No, Beyond enjoyed that far too much to have him stop begging there.

"What do you mean? Don't make me do this, goddammit! I'm not going to beg you! You're horrible, I really can't-"

Light huffed in frustration as Beyond hitched up his sweater and began to press kisses against his belly, up against his navel and chest and pinned his sides down and didn't even bother to pin Light's hands so Light could continue pushing at his shoulders, smirking at the younger man-

In a blatant display of power.

Light was slowly losing his resolve. He had underestimated the man's scrawny appearance, because he couldn't push him away like he expected he could. He was constantly gasping and panting for breath as Beyond's hot, maddening mouth traced over his body till he couldn't take it, and then his tongue was circling his nipples and suckling. This was completely humiliating, Light thought hazily. His limbs were growing heavy, and Light realised that he shouldn't have let Matsuda coerce him into drinking those shots, fucking peer pressure, and added with the strong drink Beyond got him...

Really. Light should have remembered that he was a fucking lightweight before letting Beyond walk him home and then letting him enter his apartment. God, had alcohol really made him lose his foresight this much?

And yet, it was too fucking good, and it was so embarrassing to admit. He couldn't possibly just let B do as he pleased, he didn't own him...

"B-san..." Light meant to snarl it, but it came out a mumble, eyes drooping.

And before B could even get the damned article of clothing away from Light's frame and ravish him even more, Light suddenly grew completely limp in his arms. Beyond stared.

Light had passed out.

Fucking asleep.
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