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Butterfly Caught

Hi, I am retroelectric, I like to imagine Light in panties and I don't own Death Note thank you very much.

Beta read by Nilahxapiel.

Warning: AU, lots of 'fuck' and misc, Yaoi, violent themes.

When Light woke up the next day, he was in bed and beneath the covers with a scrawny, tall, warm body pressed up against him.

He turned onto his side groggily, a horrible hangover headache pulsing through his head, pressing his nose against the figure for comfort when he realised something.

There wasn't supposed to be anyone in bed with him.

Light yelped and nearly fell off the bed, which in turn woke B up. For a couple of moments they just stared at each other, but B broke the silence with a laugh. His red eyes were staring at the gorgeous imperfect state Light was in, hair messed from sleep, wrinkled clothes, his eyes slightly reddened from drinking beyond his body what could take.

"Light looks frightened to death."

Light recovered instantly, frowning and wincing when he realised again how much his head hurt, "Of course I am! You tried to take advantage of me! And why are we in bed together?"

"Yeah? I suppose I did, didn't I?" Light scowled at B's nonchalant statement. "But Light fell asleep before I could go all the way, so I carried him here to sleep."

He flushed at the insinuation. "You're horrible, you know that? You-" Suddenly, something clicked in Light's mind and he grabbed the alarm clock at the side of his bed. 1.10 p.m. Fuck. Light stood up and went to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, rushing to put on his suit and tie, then his socks and proceeded to comb his messy hair first.

"What, not even going to continue telling me how much of a horrible beast I am?"

"Shut up, I'm going to be late for work. I'm never late."

Then he paused, annoyed, as though insinuating that it was B's fault he was having such a hangover. Light glared at him, "You should leave too."

"...If that's what Light wants."

Light rolled his eyes at the strange man's response and proceeded to grab his briefcase, wallet, phone and keys, putting on his shoes at the door. Light was rushing to close the door and cursing when he dropped his keys in a clumsy, rushed motion, and Beyond thought he rather liked how ruffled he became when he was in a hurry, when things didn't go according to his plan—different from the perfect, controlled young man he had seen last night.

Light walked quickly down the stairs, Beyond following behind.

"You're following me." Light wasn't pleased by that fact.

"I thought Light remembered what I said last night."

"What—you, a stalker?" Light scoffed at him. "You're ridiculous. I'm a detective, B-san, you don't want to make petty threats like that. I could have you arrested."

"Someone like Light would be too embarrassed to even admit he has kissed me, let alone arrest me on that account."

Light was getting annoyed, so he ignored him.

They were at the parking lot, and he opened the door, slipping inside the driver's seat, not closing the door yet as he regarded the man.

"I can't send you home—wherever you might live, because I'm late." He was looking at him accusatorily, starting his car engine and about to close the door when his hand stopped him from doing just that.

"I haven't even said goodbye properly to Light."

"What more do you want from me? I told you, this was a one-time thing. B-san, get your hand off the door, I need to go-"

Then, he was leaning in and kissing Light's mouth to silence him, and the younger man was too stunned by it to push him away.

"The fuck was that-? We're in public!" Light seethed, pushing him away finally and covering his mouth in embarrassment. "I'm not drunk anymore, besides, I'm not meant to kiss other men!"

For a young man of Light's age and status, B thought, he definitely acted like a schoolboy in response to just a simple kiss. And the way he responded, resorting to threats and telling him he couldn't kiss men, when he'd just said 'I don't mind you kissing me' the night before—it was strangely endearing.

To take him by surprise once more, Beyond pressed a kiss to his forehead in a rather gentle manner and then closed the door for him, walking away before Light could say anything else about what he had done.

Light wanted to punch something so badly.

Needless to say, he arrived ten minutes late to the case briefing. He bowed and said an apology to the man who had been speaking, who happened to be his father, the NPA Chief, Yagami Soichiro. He walked in confident strides and sat in between Mogi and Matsuda. His colleagues seemed worse for the wear in comparison to him, even taking into account Light's somewhat unfortunate situation. They had gone planning on drinking together, but ended up separated, and Matsuda seemed to feel rather bad about it, twitching as he started to say something.

"Not now, Matsuda-san. My father is speaking," Light muttered to him, before the older man could speak, almost wanting to sigh. He acted like a child, and Light was a few years younger than him.

"But-" Light shot him a look, as if to say 'You can apologise later', and Matsuda looked down sheepishly.

"As I was saying," Soichiro spoke in front of his men in the meeting, giving a somewhat disapproving glance at his son for his tardiness. "The deputy director has given me responsibility for this case. You have all been chosen to be the main body of the investigative team, and I will instruct you on what to do to ensure this murderer's capture. I know it's Sunday and the calling of this meeting is rather sudden, but please bear with me. This case is important and threatens the security of the civilians we are meant to protect. The possibility of this murderer killing again is high, because of his mental state as written in the records. His name is B, which allegedly stands for 'Backup', and little is known about him, not even his real name."

His name was B. His name was-

Light could feel his heart almost stop when he heard it. Surely it wasn't him... because that would mean he had been deceived by the man.

"The printed brief and details, along with crime scene photographs will be handed down."

Light snatched the brief being passed down from Matsuda's hands which earned a little sound of surprise, but he ignored it as he flipped open the case file and scanned through the information.

Mayfields Mental Institution, Known Name: B, alias Backup, Age: Unknown, Country of Birth: Unknown, Nationality: Unknown, Blood Type: O+, 187cm, 79 kg, Last known to be armed with a firearm of standard police issue stolen from victim Number 2 Namikawa Taku, NPA security police officer,

Pictures, where were the pictures?

Then he saw it.

Blank soulless looking red eyes, dishevelled appearance, black hair and...the scrawny, tall body that had been pressed against him that morning. It was B.

The person who he'd let buy him a drink and had a fascinating conversation with—over what Light did for a living, over what B did, thought he'd passed out before they'd ever really revealed the answer—the person he'd let him walk to his home, who had entered his house and who he shared his bed with...

The person he'd let him kiss goodbye just that afternoon.

The photograph looked like a screen capture of a video, which meant there had to be video evidence of Beyond's madness, which Light deduced came from the hospital itself, because what else was there? According to the profile in the case file, they knew next to nothing about where the man came from.

Light realised he could extract all of this information, if Beyond did as he told him he would—if he stalked him. Gods, even the thought made him shudder. He'd let a fucking murderer run his hands all over him. Him, Yagami Light, a firm believer in justice and putting criminals where they deserved to be-

Light had liked him, dammit. For the conversation they had.

If Light wanted to earn the recommendation for a promotion and put this man behind bars, he'd have to get closer to B and gather information to be sent here, so justice could be done. Under the pretence of actually having a relationship with him.

But how embarrassing it would be, Light thought, for his father, the chief of the case to actually know what he'd let Beyond do to him? Touched him—and all those other inappropriate things...

"Can I have your attention?" Soichiro's voice spoke again to the detectives, "We have video clips of the murderer B from Mayfields Mental Institution after the incident stated in the profile report on page ten."

Soichiro pressed play, all of the detectives looking at the screen to watch the interview recording.

Beyond was strait jacketed and his face sunken but he still wore a sinister smile on his face.

"So B, why did you do it? Why did you bite a nurse's finger off?"

"To warn her."

"Warn her? Warn her of what?"

"She's going to die soon, I could see it."

"She's not dead. And what's that? You can see death?"

"Sure I can. I can see your death too, written in big fucking clear letters above your head. Along with your name, time of death, date—the only setback is I can't see how you are going to die yet." A cruel grin. "Maybe I'll do that honour and create a perfect death for you myself. Isn't that horribly romantic of me?"

The psychiatrist wrote something along the lines of 'Extremely delusional and struggles to make sense of reality. Insists that he can see death-'

"Look at me, dear Yuu. I'm not fucking crazy. Did you forget? I scored above 200 on your stupid, annoying IQ test, I'm technically smarter than you. I can top you whenever I want."

"-I've had this power since I was born. You know what my ultimate fantasy is, Yuu?"

The interviewer seemed hesitant. "...Go on."

"To create a perfect crime that no arrogant, top detective can ever solve. You hear me? That is my ultimate goal. I'll dedicate my whole life to it."

B grinned, "...That, and to eat strawberry syrup off a nice woman's good, big, fucking round tits, fucking suck on her fat little nipples-"

"That's enough."

"-The food here is fucking bland. You can drive anyone crazy with it alone."

Another video was playing. A different interviewer, a woman.

"I don't talk like a lunatic, do I?"

"No, you don't, B. You are a very gifted individual, and it seems this power you spoke of—being able to see when people are going to die, is the thing which has made you rather unwell up to this point."

"Is that what you really think?" Beyond laughed. "Unwell. Fucking stupid, so unnecessary to say when you can just call me insane like so many other doctors and psychiatrists on crack have done."

"I'm not done." The interviewer gave him a stern look. "I respect and admire your intellectual abilities. Perhaps if you never had been gifted with the—sight of yours, you might have turned out normal. Not haunted."

"Fucking typical, taking pity on me. I don't need it. I can't get over my fucking eyes, unless I stab them out, AND YOU'RE NOT LETTING ME -"

"B, calm down or you'll get sedated again."

"I'll fucking tear off the hand of the person who wants to try that-"

"You will be muzzled again for a year this time if you do that."

"-Fucking kill me already!" Beyond screamed and struggled with the strait-jacket which bound him tightly together. "That's what you fucking want, you incompetent fucking whore, trying to analyse me with feelings and fucking emotions! Fucking feelings, I have no need for them, I have no fucking emotion or fucking sense left because of this fucking pla-"

He was cut off by the gag. The man looked so angry and crazed that some of the detectives watching looked taken aback by how he stared straight at the camera, as though looking at them and their imminent deaths.

Light didn't know what to think when the video ended.

Beyond was violent, and he had been locked in the mental institution to be experimented on, interviewed relentlessly until he broke in anger at being belittled and driven to his boiling point—Light assumed. That led to him breaking out, and killing those that had gotten in his way.

"Aizawa-san, please transcript the interview videos and send them to the team for further reference," Soichiro ordered.

"Yes, sir."

Light ignored everyone else around him and stared at the crime scene photographs. It was brutal. The police officer's head had been bashed open by a blunt, heavy object, blood and bruises on the man's face, more blood still on the hospital bed sheets and the floor. There was an indentation on the back of his head, which meant he had been forcefully pushed down on the metal frame of the hospital bed. The cause of death was blood loss. The matron's eye had been stabbed in by a small sharp object, her throat mangled by the same object, her jugular torn open brutally—Light assumed it was a pair of scissors from what the report described. She had died of blood loss as well. And a third woman, a nurse, who had been stabbed in the stomach in a vital area that she couldn't even be saved, even in a busy place like the A & E. She also died of blood loss.

The two crime scenes were horrifying. Light thought he had numbed himself to things like this, but the thought that B had done this... he visibly shuddered.

He closed the case file and tucked it into his briefcase, about to tell his father he had to leave when Matsuda tapped his shoulder.

"Light-kun, look, about last night, us leaving you behind-"

"Matsuda-san, I'm not mad about it. I'm sure you're sorry and all, but I'm fine. I have to leave."

"Yeah?" The man still looked sheepish, "I'm sorry, Light-kun."

"It's fine." He repeated.

Light left rather abruptly after giving Matsuda a forced smile, and approached his father, who was talking to Mogi about the case.

He was doubting himself. He waited for the older man to finish speaking, thinking in the meantime. Should he tell him he'd already made acquaintance with the killer? Tell him that he had spoke to him—offer the correct description, where he had met him specifically? Then again, if he met B once more, the man might realise that Light had done such a thing, and if his violent tendencies were right, the man might actually jeopardise Light's safety.

Beyond had the power to kill him if he so pleased.

"What's the matter, Light?" Soichiro asked.

"Father, I have to leave. I have an appointment with a friend of mine," he responded, trying not to sound so hesitant.

"I can let you leave early, Light, but you have to return to work tomorrow as usual. No exceptions," Soichiro said, "You were late today. That is unacceptable if it goes on."

"I know, father, and I'm sorry." Should he tell him? "-I don't know what was wrong with me, I couldn't wake up on time." A lie. He knew what was wrong with him.

Tell him, Light, he thought to himself, it'll make things easier.

"That's never happened before, has it?" Soichiro gave him a smile, "Don't overwork yourself, Light. You'll end up like me."

"Yes, father. I-" Light paused. He wanted to tell him, but something stopped him. Fuck, he felt so guilty.

"Yes?"

"I—nothing." He answered quickly. "I'll get going now, father. Say hello to Sayu and mother for me."

"I will."

Light left, taking the lift down to the ground floor and leaving the NPA building and walking to the outdoor car park. He intended to buy the newspaper and a can of coffee powder and some convenience store food from the shop down the street where he lived before he returned home. He didn't want to think of him, or the new case he was assigned to—because it made his head hurt, made him confused as all hell... Light wanted to go to his bed, change his sheets so he didn't think of B sleeping beside him anymore, take a couple of aspirin pills and sleep.

Why had he withheld information to himself and not told his father he'd seen him? Why was he being so irrational now? He didn't need it. He was meant to be realistic, dedicated to his job, and yet he was withholding information about a killer.

The thought of the first person ever in his life to actually fascinate him, interest him and hold a proper, intellectual conversation with him, the person he genuinely liked even with his harshness the morning after—that person being a killer... that sickened him and saddened him at the same time. Why did it have to be this way?

Then he stopped dead in his tracks.

Beyond was sitting there opposite the road on the park bench, legs pressed up against his chest in that odd, uncomfortable-looking position. He had a jar of jam in his hand, and he was eating—slurping the entire thing in a grotesque manner. Cigarette butts were littered on the floor which had to be his fault since the place around the NPA building was normally impeccable and clean. The man was about to down the rest of the jam as though it was a drink, when his red eyes met Light's. He felt frozen in place.

God, he wanted to run away. Fucking bolt and hide. He wasn't joking about being his stalker, he knew that now. But he couldn't.

Beyond grinned widely and that was frightening, like the devil himself smiling at him, waving at him and gesturing for him to come over.

Light crossed the road and met up with B rather reluctantly, but schooled his features so the man didn't pick up on anything amiss.

"Hello, Light."

"Hi. B-san, did you actually come to stalk me?"

"I did, yeah." A chill ran down his spine. Beyond stood up. "Where is Light headed?"

"I just was about to take my car and go to a convenience store, actually..."

"Yeah? Can I come?"

Was he going to kill him if he said no? He would rather not risk it.

"Sure, B-san," he said warily, "But don't... touch me or anything."

Beyond was staring at him intensely, and that made him extremely nervous. Light ran his fingers through his hair, then started walking to the car park, getting in the driver's seat while B sat down beside him. He was starting to turn on the engine, radio and air conditioner when he spoke again.

"I think Light knows something, and he can't gather enough courage to tell me."

He was staring right through him. Fuck.

"What are you talking about, B-san?" he laughed gently, putting a rather convincing act, "I'm just tired. I also didn't expect to find you sitting in front of the building I work in either."

"No, Light wanted me to be there."

Beyond rubbed his own bottom lip, staring, "Light must have missed me."

"No, I didn't," he scowled, because Beyond was acting the same infuriating way, "You know what? I should just kick you out."

"Light shouldn't resort to petty threats, either. It doesn't suit him." B paused, "-There's an 80% chance that he's hiding something important from me. That is suspiciously high."

Light plainly ignored him, and began to drive to the convenience store and turned on the volume of the radio a little bit louder.

"Light really is being petty," B mused aloud, "Turning the volume on louder on the radio won't stop me from saying just why I think he's hiding something from me."

"Shut up. I don't want to hear it."

"You see, I notice little nuances in people," B continued to tell him, "-If I stare at them hard enough. I've stared at Light for so many hours; therefore I think I'm quite clear as to why he's been unable to see me straight in the eye. It's not because he's shy, because I know he isn't. That's a straight up lie."

"We've only been separated for four hours. Within the span of four hours, he has only been on the journey from home, then to work. He must have had a rather important, classified case for him to actually go to work on a Sunday."

"Since Light is a detective," B continued to muse aloud, still staring at Light who was trying to keep a straight, unaffected face, "I think it is a case which the NPA Chief must have considered to be important enough—vital for national security, but since no announcements on the television have been made yet, the chief doesn't want the general public to be afraid of a serial offender. Serial killer, yes, let's assume that."

Taunting him.

"In fact," he continued saying, "The chief is acting rather proud, thinking that the general public isn't at risk, not even informing them, thinking that they have the right leads in their itty-bitty case files, and that they have correct information, when it is probably very insufficient..."

"Also," B said, "This serial killer, is rather elusive, like a spectre with no name and age and has only murdered in a rather unimportant place, perhaps somewhere where forgotten people of the society go—like a prison, or a fucking loony bin..."

"Yes. In conclusion, this serial killer," he said, staring at him intensely. "Is me."

Light had to stop himself from reacting, because he couldn't. He could die.

B continued, still watching Light's face as he kept his eyes on the road. "Light understands this fact, and yet he's not calling for backup. Maybe he's already told them, and he's being wiretapped right now, collecting enough evidence-"

Before Light even stopped the car, Beyond was ripping at his clothes to check.

"Hey-!" Light headed for the side of the road and stepped on the brake, "The hell? If you want to die, fine, but don't bring me into it! I was fucking driving!"

There was no wiretap on Light's body, or anywhere visible in the car, but he couldn't be for certain yet.

Which meant a few things. "You didn't rat on me?" Beyond laughed, "Or you did, but you're doing it so well you're fooling even me."

"I didn't," Light hissed. "I feel fucking horrible for it, now that you nearly made me crash my car!"

"Why not? You could have." He didn't bother to use his name this time.

"Because-" Light faltered and remained silent for a few moments.

"Go on."

"...You know what? Fuck you."

"You want that?" B laughed again. "Good, 'cos I want to fuck you too."

Light rolled his eyes this time.

"Because Light was scared of me, wasn't he? He still is. He is torn between telling the NPA, or keeping my friendship because I'm so fucking fascinating. I spoke to him like no one ever has before in his boring, miserable, perfect little life. I'm so completely different from all the mediocrity he has ever known. Because the both of us are on the same level. He thinks it's exciting to keep me. Does it turn him on, having me around?"

"You're—you're fucking infuriating. You know that?" Light's face was colouring rather prettily, rather adamant.

"You never actually denied you're scared of me." Beyond was leaning in, cupping his face to which Light somehow let him, and he didn't understand why himself. "—It's actually true. Shh, I'm sorry. Don't be scared of me."

"Don't talk to me in such an annoying, derogatory manner, B-san-"

Beyond was kissing him before he had any more chance to continue. Light was tense, but he—fucking liked that kiss so much, and it made him feel horrible.

"Don't kiss me anymore," Light said dully when he pulled away, looking away, embarrassed and ashamed of himself, "I can have you arrested anytime. I could call my father, who is the Chief right now, and have him track me down..." He felt rather weakened by all that Beyond knew. Light redid his mangled shirt, sighing when it didn't even button up properly anymore.

Why was this man making him feel this way?

"Then Light will have a hell of a time explaining why he was keeping me in his car instead of telling everyone immediately."

He sighed, and continued driving all the way to the store, the both of them quiet, Beyond sneaking glances over his perfect face and dishevelled appearance.

"Why did you even rip my shirt open in the first place?"

"To check for wiretaps, remember? If Light has such a bad memory-"

"Fuck you."

"Light is being so forward. It's such a turn on."

Light sighed again, parking behind the convenience store, before getting out of the car and finding his spare jacket in the car boot. He put it on to cover himself up for decency and zipping it up, Beyond standing right beside him, his red eyes still raking over him possessively. Light didn't know what to think of it.

He liked his attention, this person who was his equal in standards of their intelligence. At the same time, it was awful. It was torture.

Beyond tucked a stray lock of hair behind his ear rather gently, and Light turned away before he could try anything else, because they were in public. He walked in quick strides towards the store, getting his items while the other man followed, watching him from behind, poorly concealed desire burning in his red eyes which unsettled Light when he decided to actually turn around and look at him.

"B-san, you're acting rather suspicious," he commented, picking up several food items and canned drinks. "Stop looking at me."

"At least I'm not bothering to hide anything. I'm looking at you like this because I desire you so badly."

Fuck, he said it so plainly Light almost blushed. Almost.

"Well, then... don't," Light said weakly.

Because Beyond was a bastard for being so direct, saying everything out loud, unsettling him. B gave him an odd smile, picking up the grocery basket on the floor and bringing it to the counter when he was done with his things, waiting for him to pay and carry them into the car.

The trip back to Light's home was rather quiet. Beyond even made a concerted effort to stop looking at him so often, even being helpful and helping him carry his groceries and letting him come in and put the things on the kitchen counter, watching Light store the items, before peeling his jacket off and folding it properly, following him into his bedroom when Light took off his mangled shirt, and changed into a cotton one. Light noticed that Beyond's hungry eyes were raking over him, which irked him more and more every passing moment.

"Do you mind?" he asked, annoyed.

"I don't mind if Light wants to take his clothes off in front of me."

"What more do you want, B-san?"

"No, that's not the question, Light. The question is, what is it that Light wants?" B sat down on the edge of Light's bed, "Letting me in when he know just very well who I am, and what I've done. Light wants me, doesn't he?"

"You're rather presumptuous."

"I'm not. I'm just stating the facts."

"You're right," Light decided to admit after a moment of consideration, sitting beside him on the bed, looking down at his feet, "I was torn earlier between revealing to my father what I knew, because it's important to the case. No one knows much about you. Even the details of you before you were sent to that hospital were rather vague. I feel horrible for withholding information about you from the team. And then I'm also torn between...the both of us having a proper conversation that night. I admit... I rather enjoy your mind. I've never been able to talk to anyone on my level before. You might have made an amazing detective, but then again-"

"So Light is stuck between a decision of idealistic justice, and a sense of camaraderie with me, a person who offends society."

"Yes, I suppose."

"And yet, you know nothing about me, except from what I've told you and the case file you were given."

"...Yes."

"Light is rather loyal to the people he likes, isn't he?" Beyond responded, "I wouldn't have pegged him to be the type to be secretive over a criminal like me. It would have broken my heart if he had revealed me to the police, but I suppose I could have evaded them with disguises. I'm actually rather good with them."

"-Besides, there's no way in hell I could have hurt you over it," B stated simply. "And I'm rather happy that Light has decided to keep me, harbour a criminal, instead of giving them a lead in an investigation he's actually working on. You surprise me so much."

"B-san, stop trying to flatter me," Light groused, "I haven't done a good thing. I'm still torn between my decisions. I've been feeling so stupid for not being honest with them. I could get back anytime and tell them about you."

"But Light won't do something like that, because he trusts me and wants me as a friend, or perhaps, more than that."

"...I don't know."

A comfortable silence.

"B-san, you said in the interview video that you can see people's death dates. What is that about?" he asked, curious. "Describe it to me?"

"I've been born with this gift—this pair of eyes that lets me see people's names, the date and time they're going to die, in jumbled numbers. I've figured this out since I was five when my parents died." Beyond had never revealed personal information like that, so that was rather surprising. "I can see Light's now, but I won't divulge him, because that would be rude. I've been thinking that a perfect name for them would be shinigami eyes... rather poetic. Doesn't Light think so too?"

"Is that why you're so unstable, B-san?" he asked him doubtfully, "Because you see death?"

"Maybe."

"Where are you from, B-san?" Light continued to ask, "You're European, aren't you? I can't place where you're from just from your face, and your Japanese accent is rather impeccable."

"Don't know. Why doesn't Light find out and tell me?"

"You're the one who doesn't even trust me when I'm trying to get to know you."

"I can't tell, Light. No one knows anything about me, not even myself."

"So you're just going to remain a mystery?"

"Yes. Aren't mysteries exciting, Light?"

"They are, but you're not a fucking book."

"The last time I checked, no."

Beyond was staring at him again.

Fucking devouring him with his eyes, and his long fingers mysteriously found their way and stroking Light's face, and he sighed, about to get up from the bed before Beyond did anything more.

"Don't go kissing me again, B-san, I don't want you to."

"No, Light needs me to."

Then he was just grasping his face in his hands and kissing him deeply before he could push him away properly.

"Please—hmmh, B-san, don't do this anymore, I can't-" He was stopped by more of his kisses, and he could feel his resolve dying away.

No one had ever kissed him with such fire before. Especially not criminals who were wanted by the NPA for being dangerous and lunatic, especially not fascinating genius men with horrible posture and hungry red eyes, and were susceptible to bad habits, who looked at Light as though he was the only one who existed.

"Don't, I can't, please," he whispered breathily, resolve definitely worn off but still saying these things because Light was in so much denial.

"No? Light doesn't want me to?" Beyond was pushing him down on his back gently, kissing his jaw and neck and marking them with kisses and bruises from his hungry mouth. "But Light is so beautiful," he informs him, "I might be falling in love with him."

What-?

He couldn't be serious, he couldn't be. Who just said things like that after just one night together? Obsessive, insane people, that's who. He was a criminal, and he killed people. He had the potential to kill more. He even said that he had no emotions or feelings in the interview clip he'd watched earlier in the meeting room.

Beyond was just saying these sweet, nice things as a joke to him, and if it was, it was stinging him badly-

"Don't say things you don't mean, B-san," he whispers finally, pushing against his firm broad chest.

"Why does Light insist on saying hurtful things?" Beyond looked at him and took one of his hands, kissing his knuckles, "I love him so badly. I want to keep him. He's mine."

God, with every possessive sentence he was marking his skin with kisses. Beyond was lifting up his shirt and hitching them up out of the way, stroking his flat stomach and laying kisses over his gorgeous form, his tongue even flicking snake-like against his soft sun-kissed skin till Light couldn't stand anymore, and he clutched onto Beyond's shirt instead of pushing him away.

"Does Light hear it? He's fucking mine. I'll never stop making him realise this," he whispered roughly, fondling his little nipples till they peaked against his fingers, twisting the soft nubs lightly till he heard a pretty sound slip from his mouth.

"Hmgh—okay, I understand," Light said to him in return, gasping when his mouth descended on his nipples and suckled on them lewdly, his hands slipping through Beyond's hair and grasping hard, "No need to be so possessive, B-san-ah..."

Kissing and touching like this was fine. This, Light could deal with, but if Beyond expected more from him—he simply couldn't. It was disgusting. No-that was a lie. It was a fearsome concept to him, but he couldn't admit it.

He let out a yelp when Beyond decided to hoist his hips up into the air and undo Light's pants, trying to tug down his boxers and Light was suddenly fucking scared. He squirmed against him, trying to push him away as Beyond tugged them off and forced him to be naked beneath him.

"Stop it, B-san!" He yelled out, choking on a gasp when he decided to manhandle him into position, pushing his thighs open and stroking his cock, trying to get Light hard.

Fuck, he couldn't, B had to stop this...

"Look, Light, it's already twitching and hot, it wants me to touch it..."

"I said no! Don't touch me there! Let go, B-san, I said don't-!"

"Fuck-" Beyond swore, because when he spread his taut cheeks, he could see everything, the tight little pucker which clenched in on itself, "I'm going to fuck you so bad and make you hungry like a good little cumslut." He stopped calling him by his name again in the heat of lust, "I'm gonna tear you open with my cock, you hear me? And you're going to like it, because I fucking say so."

Light's cheeks were coloured in embarrassment, afraid of all those dirty, lusty admissions and semi-aroused against his own will, Beyond's insistent hand jerking his cock and rubbing his tight little entrance. "I don't want what you're saying, I'll fucking hate you if you do that to me—" When he rubbed his thumb against the tip of his cock Light gasped and kicked at him, throwing B's false claim back in his face, "I thought you said you loved me, you bastard? Don't do this -!"

"I do love you so bad, that's why I want to have you now-"

Beyond leaned in to kiss him to quiet him down, and Light threatened him, tears stinging his eyes, "I'll fucking bite your tongue off if you kiss me! Get off! Please, B-san, listen to me! I'm not fucking ready!"

He wasn't listening. He was pushing his wrists down against the mattress, undoing his fly with one hand, and the sound of the zip terrified him. The man was going to fuck him, oh God, he couldn't let him- he finally squirmed enough to get out of the larger man's grasp, managing to land a hard punch on Beyond's face.

The force actually sent his head jerking back. Beyond was stunned for a few moments, before he recovered and was attacking Light in anger, his hands wringing around his slender neck and choking him.

"Why the fuck did you do that, huh? Who the hell do you think you are, no one fucking punches me, you hear that? No one fucking runs me anymore, don't you fucking dare—I'll kill you!"

Light struggled and shook his head, tears leaking from his eyes from pain and he couldn't breathe.

Fuck, he was going to die-!

"Who the fuck do you think you are? I said fucking LOVE you, and you dare-"

Light's hands weakly pressed on Beyond's hands around his neck and tried to pry his strong hands off.

"B-san..." Fuck, his voice was pathetic. He was getting dizzy. He was going to lose consciousness soon, he was going to die-

Beyond suddenly stopped.

Light choked horribly for breath, sitting up and crawling back and away from Beyond, tears filling his eyes as he coughed and hacked and gasped until he could breathe better.

Beyond was staring at him, and Light wiped his tears angrily and held his bruised throat.

"Fuck you," Light managed, voice hoarse and quivering, "If you loved me, you wouldn't have done that...!"

He took another deep breath before shouting in a strained, raspy voice. "Get out! Get the fuck out, I don't ever want to see your face again, you sick son of a bitch!"

"Please, Light-" Beyond approached him, and it sent a pang to have him back away from him, crawling away like he was scared. "Please, I'm sorry," he apologised for the first time, "I didn't mean to hurt Light, I do love him so much... I made a mistake, I'll really take care of him, I won't force anything-"

Light was sobbing because he was afraid, Beyond realised. B held him in his arms. He tensed for a moment, let him ball his fists and punch his chest as much as he wanted. He beat the criminal's chest for a long while, and then finally grabbed Beyond's shirt and cried into the skin of his neck.

"Please forgive me, Light," he whispered into his ear, "Please? I'll be good to him from now on, I won't do anything stupid to him again."

"I should fucking arrest you now," he whispered brokenly to him.

"Yes."

"But you made it so I can't fucking do it!" His voice was hoarse so it sounded like a cry instead of a scream. "I fucking hate you for it! I hate myself for it!"

"I'm sorry."

"Fuck you, B! I wanted you as my friend because I liked our conversations, and you had to go be a murderer-"

"Light can change me if he wants."

Light looked at him doubtfully, "Still, you told me you wouldn't hurt me, and yet you did. How am I supposed to change you?"

"Please believe me, it won't happen again." And when Light looked away, B cupped his face and pressed a kiss to his mouth, "I love you, Light."

Light simply nodded once, and lay down on the bed, feeling the man getting in behind him and wrapping his arms around him, kept awake for a long time even with the comfort Beyond was giving him.

What was he getting himself into?
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