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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 4

Sunlight filtered into the room, it�s warmth a comfortable blanket that made work tedious. Well, not that Light was working. Instead the teen was tucked into his side of the bed, the blankets cocooned around his shivering form so that only the reddish brown of his hair could be seen.

For reasons unknown, despite the heat of the sun and despite the weight of his blankets, Light was freezing. Suitably dressed for bed, he should not have been cold and yet he was. He wondered idly to himself, between bouts of uncontrollable shivers, whether he was sick. It was not normal for one�s body temperature to drop, and then usually it was a major health concern.

Only, Light had admitted enough weakness. He felt physically fine, if you ignored the bouts of insomnia, tiredness, loss of appetite and loss of interests.

He held back a tired sigh. How could he sleep when his body felt as though it was submerged in a tub of ice? His teeth hurt from clenching them, a barrier against the telltale sound of chattering teeth. The chill of his body tired him out more than he already was, yet sleep would not come.

He turned carefully by rolling onto his other side, the blankets tucked too tightly around him to fall away with the movement. With the new angle, Light was able to observe the back of L�s dark unruly head. The detective was predictably sitting on the floor by his computer, typing away. Light could not really see why, it�s not like any new clues had been revealed on the mystery that was Kira. Still, he was not going to say anything.

Another sigh tried to force its way past his defences and he pulled it back with some force. Glaring at L, Lights attention was caught by the barest shimmer of light surrounding the detective. Almost like a red haze that was so faint that it was just barely visible, and he had to squint to even see that much. With renewed interest, Light scooted closer to L�s side of the bed, again through rolling. He spared no thought to his ridiculous behaviour. He was cold, dammit, and hell itself could not part him from the blankets. He stopped only when he came to the edge, L two arm lengths away from his position on the bed.

Examining his dark haired friend once more, Light looked again for that soft red haze. He blinked when he found it, little tendrils of red that floated over the other�s form. He realised now what it was.

Heat.

The detective was warm, and radiating heat.

Light�s eyes narrowed in contemplation. L had made no indication or acknowledgement of Light�s movements, indeed the detective could be said to be ignoring him. They had not fought; Light was too tired for that. Instead Light had decided to ignore the rest of the investigation team, L included. The good old fashioned silent treatment � a childish ploy. Light had easily concluded that the team, especially his father, had been part of his �temporary� dismissal from the Kira case. If they all thought him weak and cared not for his help, well then fine. While he could not leave due to his chained status, he was more than able to set up an invisible wall between him and all others. To him, for the moment, they did not exist. Ah the powers of the mind, to be able to so wilfully deny the existence of others.

True to childish form, L had retaliated with a silence of his own. Two could play at that game after all, and it just so happened that they were both very childish individuals.

Light considered this now as he examined the detective. It was tempting, this thought in his head, but would L stand for it? Probably not, but Light was cold, tired, hungry and getting desperate. With a last decisive nod to himself, Light slowly and methodically began unwrapping himself from his comfortable coffin. It took some time admittedly, as his arms had been well pinned by the blankets to his own thinning frame. But at last he was free, only to feel a new level of cold.

Standing up, Light grabbed the blankets and draped it over his shoulders like a thick mantle and shuffled towards the unsuspecting living, breathing heater.

In his tiring and cold state, Light was only vaguely aware of the little jump on L�s part when the teen seated himself behind the detective, moulding his chilled body around the warmth that was L. With his chest pressed firmly against that lovely pale back, Light let his arms curl around L�s waist and settled his forehead against an equally pale shoulder. The fabric of L�s plain white shirt was worn soft with age, and L was indeed like a furnace, a very comfortable combination.

Caring little for L�s reaction, the tenseness of his form and unable to see that surprise in dark eyes, Light finally managed to slip into sleep in a scarce few seconds.

To say that Light had caught L by surprise was quite an understatement. L had been aware of Lights movements on the bed, the chain linking them a dead give away, and while he was curious as to why the boy simply did not go to sleep, had thought little of it. He had not expected such full bodily contact with his �friend�, or any at all for that matter. Anyone with brains could see that Light was not an affectionate person and generally kept physical contact with others at a bare minimum.

Not quite certain yet what to make of the situation, L�s mind proceeded to another matter. Light�s body was chillingly cold. A serious symptom among others that had to be considered, and an observation he sent to Watari. He took a moment to consider all other symptoms that Light had shown over the course of the past two weeks. There were plenty of possible reasons or medical ailments that matched the symptoms, but nothing quite seemed to hit the nail on the head, so to speak.

With his observations sent, L finished his work and closed his documents. With some time, patience and a little gentleness, L managed to extract himself from Light�s grip. He crouched down and slowly hauled Light up, half dragging him back to the bed, not sure whether to be thankful that the younger did not wake. Settling his friend on his own side of the bed, he gently pulled the covers back over his shivering body. When that was done, L left briefly only to return with his laptop.

Taking a seat on the bed, he shuffled under the covers and set to work on his laptop. Almost immediately Light had turned and wrapped himself around the detective�s sitting form once more. Gazing down at the other for a moment, L turned his gaze to his laptop and returned to his work.

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Lights flickered and blurred amongst towering shadows. Streams of people passed him, faceless, colorless entities that came and faded into the night. He stood apart from the crowd, facing him from a span of but a few feet.

Light squinted against the gloom, hoping to catch a sight of the man�s face. He knew, somehow, that this was his nightly visitor. This was the man who touched him so intimately at night, the one who caressed his body with cold fingers and who whispered his name in lust. Excitement coursed through his body at the knowledge, edged with the sharp blades of desire. If only he could see�

He stepped forward by no will of his own. He seemed drawn to the other, and after a moment�s consideration he let instinct guide him. The world faded further, people and lights no more than ribbons of color stretching into infinity. The steady beat of a living heart filled the silence, pounding and speeding into a crescendo as he neared. Pain started to blossom within his chest, a crippling force that hugged his heart. A painful embrace. He did not remember doing so, but Light had fallen to his knees, doubled over in pain as his hands clutched futilely at his chest.

A sudden hush fell with the silencing of that pounding heart, a last painful gasp stolen away from his trembling lips. A cold hand cradled his chin and brought his face up, but Light could not see. His vision was dotted with blackness that slowly grew. Even so he knew who it was that pressed their lips against his in such an oddly gentle touch. His lips were as cold as his hands, his face still a mystery despite the proximity.

All feeling left him and he was allowed to fall into the darkness.

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Light woke to the rhythmic pulse of a heartbeat, the heat and physical features of a chest rising and falling, alerting him to the nature of his pillow. Keeping his muscles lax, he went over his memories of earlier to find how he had come to be in a bed, with his head resting against what could only be L�s chest. He could only conclude that he had been moved during sleep.

He did not pull away from the detective, instead relishing the heat that poured from his friend. He was still cold and shivers were starting to wrack over his form. He tightened his hold around the detective�s waist, curling his body further into L�s sides in an attempt to find more warmth. He felt L shift beneath him, and Light could admit to himself that it was more than cold that prevented him from moving away. Light did not really wish to look L in the face right now, not with the somewhat awkward position they were in. So he would ignore it until L himself forces him to confront it.

Besides, L could easily have removed him by force if he was truly adverse to it.

Glancing around the room from his position, light managed to surmise that it was quite early in the morning, the sky beyond the windows still black with night. His thoughts briefly shifted to why the detective had not awoken him to start working, before he was reminded that he was no longer on the Kira case. He found that he did not mind it so much.

L�s chest was rising and falling steadily, but not steadily enough to be asleep. So Light wondered why L had not shaken him away yet, for surely he knew that Light was awake. Perhaps, despite his general lack of tact or even because thereof, L was just as reluctant as he to face the potentially awkward situation. Or he was simply waiting for Light to acknowledge him.

Light frowned at that. Was he truly acting the fool by stubbornly refusing to acknowledge L and their lack of personal space? Would it not simply do his pride better by getting this over with as quickly and quietly as possible? The longer he procrastinated and clung to L, after all, the more embarrassing and awkward it would be. Strangely or not, Light was unwilling to relinquish his hold on the other. Because the instinctual and physical side of him relished the position because L was warm.

So which to win? His mind or his body?

During his internal struggle, the youth glanced upward and into the face of L. Their eyes caught and Light found the answer to his dilemma.

L�s face was carefully blank, his body deceptively relaxed. Light examined the pale face of his makeshift pillow thoughtfully.

How to deal with the situation?

"You�re warm"

Light blinked as L lifted one eyebrow in surprised inquiry. What a strange statement to make, one that Light was not so sure was what his first words should have been. Having enough of it, Light reluctantly let go of the other�s body and sat up. Immediately he was assaulted by the cold and had to stop himself from curling in on himself. With some effort he flung his quivering legs over the side of the bed and stood. He went to turn only to find L already striding towards the door.

Following, Light found that the detective was heading towards the bathroom, something of a relief to him. There would be nothing better than a hot bath right now. He had barely stepped through the door when water started to fill the porcelain tub, thanks to L. Light was pushed towards the shower, not too roughly as to cause him to stumble and fall, but enough to get the hint across.

Light eyed L as the detective opened the bathroom door and stuck his head out. He heard soft murmuring, L was speaking with someone. Watari most likely, and with that Light began to strip with some reluctance. L closed the door and came to his side, unlocking the cuff quickly so that Light could remove his shirt. Strangely he did not re-attach it.

With L so boldly watching him, Light had to grit his teeth to stop from shivering. He did not want the detective to know how cold he was, for which he blamed his foolish pride. There was no weakness in being cold and L could not pin him being Kira on it.

He sat down on the little wooden stool and quickly set to scrubbing himself clean. The water from the shower was warm, but the touch of it was fleeting and did not warm him. Rinsing the soap from his body he stood and quickly slipped into the waiting bath.

He let out a soft sigh as he sank into the heated water, relishing in the chill banishing warmth. He slipped down until his chin touched the water, leaning back his head and closing his eyes. He was content for a minute or two when that invasive cold crept into his body once more. The water was not enough.

He wasn�t fully aware that he had curled into a ball until his forehead rested on his knees. He shivered and let out a tired moan that almost sounded depressed. He could not remember what it felt like to be warm except for the fleeting remembrances of the detective�s heat.

Light did not jump nor make any sign of startlement when he felt a body slipping in behind him. Slowly, almost timidly, long pale arms drew him back until Light�s back hit the other�s chest. Long pale legs rested on either side of him, pressed against his own. A reversal in position to the one earlier that day when Light had wrapped himself around L.

With that in mind, Light recognised that this was an attempt on L�s part to warm him up. After all, it had helped before. In that knowledge, Light relaxed and uncurled himself, letting L�s arms wrap around him and hold him up.

L was completely naked and his skin burned against his own, but Light was not bothered. Instead he took to simply enjoying it, his head cradled between L�s shoulder and neck once more. After a while though he became a little uncomfortable at the silence that surrounded them. Considering carefully the topic of choice, Light ventured�

"What have you been working on? There haven�t been any more clues on Kira for a while now."

He felt L tense under him and a tense moment of silence followed before L finally murmured.

"To the contrary. Light-kun�s probability of being Kira has risen by three percent over the last week."

It was Light�s turn to tense and his voice was guarded when he replied.

"I fail to see what I have done recently that was Kira-like or even suspicious."

"Ah, but you see, you forget the night you went out."

"Nothing happened! There was no suspicious activity and I came back well in the timeframe you had set!"

"Exactly my point, Light-kun. Nothing happened. It seems rather strange that Kira would so graciously cease killing in the same timeframe that you went out, especially considering the consequences that would have followed had he continued his usual pattern of killing."

Light closed his eyes tiredly, his body going limp in the detective�s grasp. It was as though all the energy had left him.

Kira.

Again self-doubt began nibbling at his tired mind. Was he the self-proclaimed god, Kira? What and who was the man in his dreams and was he perhaps somehow connected? Was the theory that Kira had controlled Light in any way true? Or was he perhaps being framed as he had claimed during his confinement?

Questions, questions and no answers in sight. Too tired to wrestle with these problems, he forcefully cast them aside and convinced himself to relax. Three percent wasn�t much.

Stuck once more in an uncomfortable silence, Light�s attention was drawn to just how intimate their position really was. His eyes opened and ran along the pale flesh of the other�s thigh, knee and calves, examining their length despite the water�s distortion. He then trailed his eyes down to the arms that hugged him from behind, pale and thin as the rest of the detective.

A new hypersensitivity swept over his own skin, as he became more aware than ever of the man�s chest and lower region pressed against his back and buttocks. He sniffed softly and was met by the haunting scent he now associated with L. His eyes slid closed slowly as pleasure began tingling down his spine and through his body. He listened and heard the steady beat of the other�s heart�pa-dum�pa-dum�pa-dum�

The ever-present hunger came raging back, heightening his senses further. He shifted himself subtly up against the man at his back, putting a little more pressure on the other. He was satisfied to hear a skip in the beat of L�s pulse and curled his back slightly in response.

"Light-kun�"

Ignoring the inquiry in that lovely deep voice, Light put his right hand to the task of caressing the inner flesh of the lovely pale thigh that caged him in the detective�s embrace. He felt the muscle ripple beneath his fingers, the soft audible pulse skipping once more in response. L�s hand came away from Light�s chest in a move to stop the wandering hand. Only Light took that moment to move away and twist so that he was straddling the other�s hips and looking at him face to face.

The detective was watching him with wide, cautious eyes, suspicious as to the youth�s attentions. Light did not bother letting his intentions be known and dipped his head forward while pressing his body against L�s. He sealed his mouth over the other�s neck, right above the pulse as his hand caught a fistful of hair, pulling L�s head back for better access. His remaining hand travelled down the expanse of that slim chest, over the nipple, the ribs and down to the hips of his companion.

He was only dimly aware of the shudder coursing through L�s trapped body, the soft surprised and repressed gasp that followed. He knew only the sweet taste of warm clean skin, the intoxicating skin and the rapidly speeding pulse that the detective could not hide.

He pushed his hips down against L�s and groaned deeply at the pleasure that it brought. L�s hands were at his hips and grasping at his wandering hand, speaking words that Light could not hear. Hunger and strange new instinct drove him onwards as he finally sank teeth into that tender flesh. Light could not control the low deep moan that vibrated through his chest when sweet blood began to pool in his mouth. Who knew that the reclusive hard-hearted man could taste to damn sweet!

He suckled, drunk on the sweet wine that flowed through the detective�s veins, sighing his pleasure. It was only when he noticed the body beneath his going limp that Light began taking notice of his surroundings once more. The detective had managed to scratch at his hips until blood trickled from the tracks, the pain only now being registered. With the sudden knowledge of what he was doing hitting him, Light pulled his mouth away from his pale companion, gazing in horror at his pale unmoving form.

Blood trickled down the neck wound and over L�s chest. Terrified over his actions, Light sprang from the bathtub and backing away towards the door. L did not move, his head resting against the tub edge with closed eyes. He had killed L! Light had killed L. Light was going to be charged and executed for being Kira, because he had killed L. He shook, his body wracked with horrified shudders.

In panic he hastily dressed in the clothes he had slept in, wishing and wanting to run away as fast as he could. So he did.

Leaving the detective in the bath, Light turned and ran, through the hallways and down the stairs. His mind was a mess and it was only when he stumbled out onto the street that he began to even wonder why he had not been stopped by Watari. Not waiting long enough to figure it out, Light took to running once more, desperate to get away and not caring to think of a destination.

Despite the late hour, the streets remained busy with late night socialisers and other more questionable practices. Light ignored them all as he ran, wanting only to escape the image of L, the taste of his blood and the knowledge of what he did. No matter how far he ran though, he knew that he could not escape the inevitable.

TBC

Well, there you go. One of my longest chapters ever written, which isn�t really saying much. Anyway hope you enjoyed! Also THANK YOU to the lovelies who reviewed thus far, I am suddenly quite enjoying writing this again and you all must have something to do with it!
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