L x Light | By : flagfish Category: Death Note > General Views: 5458 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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His lips are smiling against Light’s. The boy is exhausted, confused,
uneasy, but captured steadily in place by the chain, and L thinks he might
laugh in amusement as he kisses him.
It’s over now, it’s over, and L has won, and Light is Kira and that’s
a good start. For the first time that day, L’s white arms come around Light
in none other but innocent devotion.
He kisses Light, he kisses him time and again, on his lips, on his cheeks
and his moist forehead under his hair, and his eyes that are dry now with
brittle remains of tears, and he finally does laugh when he pulls Light
into his arms, because it’s very close to being over, now he just needs
to figure out how Light did it.
They collapse to the floor mutually, and the chain is rigid against
Light not as a device of dominance but merely a gentle reminder of control:
behave, shh, let go a moment.
This isn’t going to be bad, Light knows this, and within his mind he
is a wretched conflict between cognitive righteousness and emotional vengeance,
both secure in the strange knowledge that he is safe and relieved by the
unspoken promise that Kira, be it he or not, will be put to justice
at the mercy of a brilliant detective.
It’s all very charming to L, who nevertheless remains unaffected by
charm, and not for a moment does he consider granting Light any sort of
excuse or benefit. And not for a moment does Light ask for one, not from
his nemesis.
The fact that he has caught Kira is thrilling enough to L, but the fact
that he was ultimately right in all his deductions makes it a hundred
times more enjoyable. There is still the issue of finding how Light did
it and what made him forget, as well as the unavoidable mention of the
supernatural which makes L terribly uncomfortable, but even these were
small details compared with what he found that day.
He rather likes Light. They are really very similar, and despite it
all he simply admits that he’s enjoyed working with him. Very soon, justice
will prevail, and for the time being, through the fighting and the accusations
they do enjoy each other’s company, because they fight and accuse on a
mutual level.
“Listen, Ryuuzaki,” Light breathes against L’s neck, his muscles tensing
in a transient moment of clarity, “I..I really don’t remember, but…”
His voice is inaudible, exhalation ghosting against the L’s ear, and
he tenses his eyes shut before his focus breaks, “..but there’s someone
who’s going to help Kira, I mean, to help me, if I’m Kira, there’s something…”
L’s smile vanishes as he listens, his fingers slipping through Light’s
hair and pressing him closer to his ear. It’s fascinating and nearly heartbreaking
to witness the tremulous duality unravel within him as half of him seems
to cling desperately to L. As if asking L to save him from himself. To
save everyone from himself.
And then, trembling throughout, Light grasps L’s face with both hands
and stares into his eyes as though consumed by some momentary revelation
for which he has no words, and, intrigued, L watches his mouth open in
a desperate attempt to convey information. “She can kill you, she can
see your name, you have to tell her not to tell me, tell her I don’t want
that, it’s the only way she won’t—“
And this is what it takes to melt L’s heart.
His hands come rigidly on Light’s against the floor, and dark strands
of hair cascade around Light’s face as L seizes him,
Thank you,
It comes unspoken but desperately real and it seems almost that revealing
what it turns out he somehow knew has drained Light. He falls innocently
into L’s arms, and L gathers him with strength and deliberation, trembling
as he brushes the hair from the boy’s face,
Thank you.
L kisses the skin at the side of his neck, gentle and almost self-conscious,
and he thinks he could fall in love, and as he trails the length of his
neck he is glad this is over, he is so glad this is over, and he wonders
if he’ll ever again encounter a case nearly as interesting.
Light watches the smile forming on L’s face, a smile beaming with gratitude
and affection, and he braves his own sadness and wonders in astonishment
if he really intended to kill this person, if he was really capable of
thinking someone so innocent deserved it.
L is a precious creature, elegantly powerful and deceptively strong
for someone so delicate. His mouth is warm on Light’s skin, his hands tracing
the protruding iliac crest at his hips and pulling downward at the denim,
and there are soft strands of hair falling against the flat stomach below
eliciting tremors and murmurs and one melancholy cry of despair from the
viewing room across the hall, where, curiously moved and delicately brittle,
Misa stands trembling before the iridescent glow of a television monitor.
To be continued...
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