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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 3

"Obviously something is wrong! You can�t tell me Ryuuzaki that you haven�t noticed the changes in him? He obviously isn�t sleeping well, what with him dozing off every ten minutes, and not to mention that he is starting to loose a good deal of weight!"

"I understand Yagami-san, but the decision is Light�s. Regardless as to whether he remains working on the investigation or not, I cannot allow him out of my sight�"

"When will you stop suspecting him? He isn�t Kira! When will you see this?

"When there is sufficient evidence to clear your son�s name�"

"And working him to the bone is getting evidence!? Light is not well! He is still a child and can�t be expected to deal with this amount of stress and accusation without negative effect!"

"If Yagami-san would stop interrupting me and calm down. It was Light�s decision to work on this case. It was he who turned himself in due to his belief that he might be Kira and it is now for his own pride and peace of mind that he works to prove his innocence. Light-kun is no longer a child and can be expected to make his own decisions. If it was Light-kun�s wish to remove himself from the investigation, I would not contest his choice, though as I stated earlier I would still have to keep him by my side regardless until Kira is apprehended and his name cleared."

Sigh.

"We both know Light�s pride will not have him to admit weakness, that he is unwell and need of a break. Left to himself he would work himself until he drops. He respects you, Ryuuzaki. He will do as you say even though he may protest against it."

"I do not believe that forcing Light-kun from the investigation would help his condition any, but may actually make it worse if stress is indeed what is causing his odd behaviour. If it will ease your mind I shall speak with Light and come to a compromise."

Sigh.

"I suppose I will have to accept that. Thank you."

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Distantly he could hear his name being called, as could he feel the incessant tugging at his wrist. Something or someone was trying to gain his attention, trying for a response that he could not seem to give. The blanket of sleep was too heavy, too secure to be so easily thrown aside and roused. When the voice ceased to speak his name, Light burrowed even deeper into the warmth of the bed and the mindless comfort of slumber. Ignorant of the workings of the waking world, he slept without dreams.

He first became aware of the cooling air on his warm skin, the rhythmic tapping of keys in the growing gloom. Stretching, Light felt the satisfaction and content of his body after a good rest. The sound of tapping keys quietened next to him, the weight of dark eyes falling on him. He paid the detective no mind and stood, tugging at the chain.

Looking at the detective, Light tugged harder.

"Bath"

L stayed seated, eyes boring into Light�s own with an unidentifiable expression that were a little disconcerting, and Light felt, a little unfair. A bath was not too much to ask for, now was it?

Finally L stood with a soft sigh that Light knew well meant irritation. The youth led the way to the bathroom and filled the bath, busying himself with his clothes, pulling them off and folding them neatly to one side.

He stepped into the steaming bath and with a contented sigh sunk neck deep in the water. Light did not spare much thought to the detective whom had taken a seat on the toilet and was even now watching him. Instead he contentedly soaked himself, feeling more relaxed than he had felt for a very long time. He briefly wondered as to the reason for his sudden ease, but dismissed it for the moment.

Silence echoed in the room, Light steadily growing more aware of L�s piercing gaze. Turning his head he caught the detective�s eyes with his own. Lifting one eyebrow questioningly he regarded the dark haired man.

"Is something the matter Ryuuzaki-kun?"

Dark eyes searched his face, observing.

"Light-kun has been asleep for the entire day."

Light blinked in surprise, startled with the revelation. No wonder he felt so well rested! Already he could hear the silent accusations from L and scowled.

"Well, why didn�t you wake me?"

This time it was L who raised one hidden eyebrow, regarding Light with another unidentifiable expression.

"It was not for lack of trying, I assure you."

Light stared back at the detective, growing slightly suspicious when no accusations or threats came his way. He sat up, turning his torso so that he could look L full in the face. L regarded him back, nibbling on his thumb contemplatively. After much staring, Light caught sight of the slightest flicker in normally blank eyes. Before he could examine any closer, the detective spoke.

"In the interest of Light-kun�s ongoing mental and physical health, you are to be temporarily dismissed from the Kira case."

Light stared at L in shock, failing to hide the expression behind his usually composed mask. L had known that the percentage of Light reacting violently to the decision was very high, yet he blinked in surprise when once more he was pinned to a wall by Light. A very naked and wet Light. The boy could move fast when he wanted to.

One hand had curled around the detective�s throat, the other against the wall next to L�s head. Angry brown eyes glared at him from a face that was still shadowed by fatigue. Seeing L so calm only served to further enrage Light, his own sense of calm long gone.

However, logic and thought started filtering past the anger, thoughts over the last couple of weeks. What was it that had made him angry? It was not like he felt any interest currently in the Kira case; in fact, he had hardly contributed much to it in the last week at all. No, it was the suggestion that Light was mentally and physically weak that had enraged him.

Did they not think that he could handle it? Did they think him some dim-witted and fragile child? How that very thought grated on his very pride and being!

Pressing himself fully against the detective and grabbing a fistful of hair, Light brought his mouth to the detectives ear. He was briefly distracted by the delicious heat of the detective�s body, the hard planes of that lean body against his own. The pulse that played beneath that pale throat, the same throat that was exposed to him. It took a great deal of effort to concentrate on speaking and not sucking and biting that lovely pale column.

"Fine" he breathed through gritted teeth.

Sensing the brief spike in the detective�s pulse, Light drew back lest he do something foolish. L turned dark, suspicious eyes on him. The air had grown noticeably tense, Light fighting for control over his hormones and L wary of the teen�s quick and generally calm acceptance of being pulled from the investigation. L had been expecting a bit more of a fight, and was now more concerned as to what the other was planning.

Stepping further away from L, Light turned to get his clothing. He ignored the detective, as he dressed, not bothering to towel himself dry. L�s clothes had done a pretty good job of it, and whatever moisture had remained had evaporated. His back was still a little damp but he ignored it as he tugged on his shirt, holding his wrist out briefly for the handcuff to be removed. Cuffed as soon as he was ready, the pair returned to their room.

The tense air did not fade, Light taking a seat on the bed as L returned to the computer that still occupied the floor.

"So what will I be doing then? Obviously you are not going to let me go anywhere."

L glanced back at him before turning his attention to the computer once more, bony fingers flying over the keyboard as he typed.

"Indeed. You will be continuing your To-Oh studies. I have managed to arrange for your assignments to be done online. You have quite a bit to catch up on so you should have plenty to keep you occupied."

Light stretched out on the bed and took to watching the detective for lack of anything to do. Outside the night was dark, a think sickle of a moon visible. In the silence and with nothing to do, Light found himself grow once more sensitive to the detective�s presence.

Again that unique scent that was L drew him in, the memory of his body against his own drawing out that strange hunger that had seemed to wake only during and after certain �dreams�. Light was well aware, however, of who this man was. He was L. L was justice. L was cold, unemotional. Practical. Unfortunately that knowledge only served to increase the want. Light wanted to touch the detective. He wanted to taste him. He wanted�and he shouldn�t, because it was L.

If he dared approach the detective and instigated any kind of intimacy, a physically violent reaction was practically a given. There was no way that L would stand to be touched, by a Kira suspect least of all.

Warmth assailed him then, spreading beneath his skin. Hands ghosted over his side, the mattress behind him dipping under a new weight. Glancing behind him, Light found himself alone on the bed, and yet he felt the hands on his body. L was concentrating on the computer and seemed unaware of Light�s surprise.

The touch of the ghostly hands was familiar, an element from his dreams that were really a memory, if only he could remember. He sighed softly as fingers ghosted over his chest, shivering as ripples of pleasure played over his skin. With this sinful act happening while awake, with L but a few feet away, Light struggled to control his reactions. Thankfully the hands kept to caressing only, but the hunger intensified under the touches.

The pleasure flowed and pooled in his groin, the evidence of his lust growing with each caress. Turning over on the bed so that his back faced the detective, he let his hand travel down his body to the heat between his legs. Oh, there was no doubt that the surveillance cameras would record this, but it was a natural act for someone his age. It was not his fault that he had to masturbate while in the presence of the world�s greatest detective; even he had not that amount of control over his body.

Or that is what it would appear to be on camera.

Yes, Light was anything but comfortable doing it in the same room, but they were both guys so surely L would think nothing of it. And the persistent touch of the ghost hands made it impossible to ignore the urge.

His hand slid beneath his trousers, past the barrier of his boxers to curl around his stiff sex. His eyes closed at that first pleasurable touch, his lips locking together to prevent any discriminating sound from escaping. Slowly he moved his hand, rubbing and pressing over the tip and down the sides. He controlled his breathing as much as he could, long slow breaths in and soft exhalations. He heard nothing from L�s side, only the tapping of keys. L probably knew what he was doing and was ignoring it to give Light the illusion of privacy.

Fine with him.

"Light�"

The voice that breathed his name so sensually in his ear did not belong to L, nor anyone that he could put a face to. Ghostly fingers played over his cheeks, running down the length of his neck. Yes, he knew whom those incredible hands belonged to. That same faceless entity that gave him such unwanted pleasure, that disturbed his dreams to partake in wild carnal acts that made him flounder uncertainly in the aftermath.

Could he now not even escape the man even in waking?

Icy breath swept over his throat, an invisible hand trailing down his arm and enveloping the hand that pleasured him. His hand had sped up at the new stimulus and he no longer cared if the detective heard him anymore. All he cared for was reaching completion, to have the pleasure in his body spill over.

"Light"

He gasped softly as his seed spilled over his hand, pleasure fading into contented satisfaction. Grabbing tissues from the bedside table he wiped his hand. He curled up further on the bed and basked in the afterglow, closing his eyes. He did not want to turn, to see L watching him. He did not want to openly admit to what he had just done. He would ignore it, and he would ignore L, who strangely enough had been the source of the original forming of lust.

The hands left him, his body strangely cold with their absence.

He could almost hear the incessant laughing of fate as his life kept on spinning out of control. Surely this strange desire was the effect of Stockholm Syndrome. What sane person would otherwise start to lust after the one person who was out to prove them a murderer and send them off for execution?

Light was starting to lose sight of himself. His wants and desires were now mysterious to him. He was becoming unidentifiable even to himself.

Light could not stop the heavy sigh that dragged from his chest, nor the sharp pain of hunger that followed. Now that his body had been sated with pleasure, it cried out for substance. He frowned.

"Is Light-kun hungry?"

Great, if L could hear his stomach grumble then there was no doubt at all that he had heard him in his previous activity.

He felt a tugging at his wrist and when he turned, found L looking at him from the direction of the door. With a long-suffering sigh he stood, automatically fixing his hair and clothing to a satisfactory degree. He was not at all surprised when L led him to the kitchen, only when an apple was pushed under his nose. Staring at the smooth red skin of the fruit, he took it without a word of thanks.

He leaned against the counter as he was oft to do when L searched the pantry for treats of his own. A bag of chocolate-chip cookies was the snack of choice and for the first few minutes, L�s munching was the only sound.

Light toyed with the apple in his hand, turning it around and watching the reflections of the light cast of its ruby surface. The silence was uncomfortable, Light avoiding meeting the detective�s eyes even as he felt their familiar weight. Sensing that L was waiting for something, he brought the apple to his lips and bit into the flesh. Sweet juice ran over his tongue and down his throat and he struggled to swallow that first bite. No matter his hunger, when he ate his body refused it. His lip curled in disgust and was about to throw it away when a hand caught his wrist. Surprised he looked up and was caught in large dark eyes, very much aware of the proximity of the other. The hand on his wrist guided his hand back up, bringing the apple back to his lips and keeping it there.

"Eat"

It was an order, no mistaking that, and he complied without resistance. Slowly he took another bite, forcing himself to swallow, all the while caught up in the other�s gaze. Only when L was satisfied that Light would continue to eat did he release his grip and step back. Light almost followed, before he became aware of himself and stopped.

They ate in silence, Light once more avoiding the other�s gaze. When at last both were finished, they turned to the investigation area. Seated at a computer, L instructed him to start working on his assignments, taking a seat close by. The rest of the night was spent in silence.

TBC

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