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Butterfly Caught

Hi, I am retroelectric, I like hot movie mafia men and imagining B and Light in Italian tailored suits and I don't own Death Note.

Beta read by Nilahxapiel.

Warning: AU, some smut and extreme dirty-talking and mild violence.

The first thing Light noticed when he woke up was the searing, throbbing pain that was absolutely killing his body.

The second thing he noticed, was that Beyond was lounging in bed, smoking and flicking through a newspaper, the man's red eyes glancing at Light when he stirred in bed. He groaned, and tried to sit up, before Light finally noticed a third thing, which happened to be the most important-

It was 12.48 pm.

Fuck, he was late for work.

"B-san, you didn't wake me up," he yawned, trying to sit up without wincing. He failed, however. Light noticed Beyond had at least dressed him in a pair of shorts for decency, and cleaned up the traces of the aftermath on his skin from last night. "I've never missed work before, you know."

"I know."

Light got up to go to the bathroom, limping a little and realising he could feel that he was still... wet inside, and he was completely embarrassed by it. He tugged down his shorts to take a shower and glanced at the mirror.

His hair was messy, and although he didn't look tired anymore, he still had bruises along his neck and shoulders and chest from where Beyond's mouth had kissed and marked him. Fuck, there were even bruises along his hips and thighs when he had gripped them when he fucked him-

And yet, there he was, the man sitting completely calm behind Light on the bed, smoking and reading the whole time as though he hadn't been affected by the deed he'd done. But no, there hadn't even been a hint of smugness at the fact. Beyond looked at him as though it was perfectly normal, perfectly routine... He had missed work, something he'd never done before, and he hadn't even called in sick. He was sure Matsuda and some of his other colleagues would show their unnecessary concern over him when he got back.

His plan yesterday to ask Beyond to leave was thwarted, all because he went on and did something like—last night...

He knew he was definitely interested in Beyond, when the man wasn't trying to have him. Light needed persuasion, he needed an excuse and lots of pushing him to the edge when it came to… letting the murderer have him. He wasn't about to submit without reason.

Light scrubbed his sore body, taking his time with it, gasping when he was caught off guard by a pair of wiry arms wrapped around him. He glanced up to see Beyond pressing kisses along his shoulders and neck, touches that Light couldn't help but lean into.

"Shall we go on a date today?" he asked him, "I've never even properly asked Light out, have I?"

"No, you haven't," Light decided to say, finally, "But my body is really... sore, I don't think I can walk properly… and that's your fault."

"I know." Beyond pressed a kiss to his neck, "I'm sorry."

He sighed as he continued to kiss and touch him, rather liking the affection more than – cumming so much that he passed out-

"Did Light wash himself out?"

"...I was about to." It was humiliating, just the thought of it.

"Don't do that."

"-What?"

He yelped as Beyond turned him around, and pushed him up against the bathroom tiles and kissed him deeply, in such a possessive manner he had to clutch onto him before he was overwhelmed.

"Didn't you have enough already, B-san?" Light muttered when he pulled away and started helping him wash his body.

"I'm obsessed with Light. I can't have enough," he spoke candidly, watching as Light loosened himself away from his grasp to towel himself off and brush his teeth.

Beyond noticed the slight limp as he made his way out of the bathroom, and he could faintly hear Light calling someone on the phone, quickly turning off the shower to watch him.

"Father? I'm sorry I didn't come into work today, I got sick and overslept," he said apologetically.

"Is that so? You should see a doctor, Light. The last time you got sick was when you were a child."

"I will."

"Light?"

"Yeah?"

"I know it's a bit out of place for me to ask you this, but I'm just concerned. You haven't been acting like yourself these past few days... I wonder if there's anything bothering you? Anything that I can help?"

"Well... I- It's nothing, dad."

"Aizawa's been saying he thinks you have a secret girlfriend. I'm not one for gossip, but is it true?"

"Is that so?" Light laughed slightly, "No, dad. I don't have a girlfriend. I would have told you first."

Beyond was dressing, watching him at the same time. Smirking when he heard such a thing.

"Alright, son. Take care of yourself."

"Say hello to mother and Sayu for me, too?"

"Sure. Goodbye."

Light put down the phone, noticing Beyond's eyes had been on him, shrugging on a clean shirt and a pair of shorts because he figured he wouldn't be going out that day, ignoring him for a moment to make some lunch. Beyond leaned against the kitchen counter, watching as Light began to cook some rice and cut up some vegetables and meat. He noticed the silky brown hair that fell into his face and reaching to brush away and tuck the stray lock of hair behind his ear in a rather gentle movement.

Light looked at him as though chastising him, before turning away.

"How's the investigation for your current case going?"

Light was startled when Beyond initiated this sort of –normal conversation where it didn't involve Beyond saying possessive things to him, or how much he loved him. "Should I be divulging such information to you, B-san?"

"Well. It's really up to you, Light."

He put the vegetables and beef into separate bowls, turning on the stove to make stir fry, "If you must know, B-san, we found a car you stole and crashed. Other than that, no new leads, because the reason why is fairly obvious." He looked at him accusatorily, to which Beyond just laughed.

"Because you're keeping me. Funny how that works, though." Beyond grinned, humoured, "I want to know because I'm just curious why the police haven't issued any sort of public warning about me on the loose."

"Because they don't have enough information about you and we don't want to create a panick, B-san. Besides, ever since your escape, you haven't murdered anyone... At least not to our knowledge."

"You mean information that you won't provide? You know me, don't you? They do have my face, don't they?"

"Stop talking nonsense, B-san, you won't even tell me anything, not even your real name."

"Wammy's House."

"What?"

Beyond smirked. "That's my first clue. Do whatever you want with it. Also, my initials are B.B."

Light looked at him quizzically, but stored that information in the back of his head because Beyond mentioned so explicitly such information. He wished he was at work so he could get the information across, and let someone in on this-

A lot of people in the world had initials of B.B. even though it was somewhat unique that his first and last name started with the same letter, but then again, the possibility of finding B's identity from that was a horribly difficult puzzle, when he took into consideration his means of employment were from the NPA. The NPA, and not a worldwide organisation, and it was fairly obvious Beyond didn't originate from this country, so the records (if they even existed) would be rather difficult to acquire without outside help.

Though it would be hard to explain how he had stumbled upon that information in the first place. Light supposed he could fake the evidence, but it was tedious. He began thinking and planning in the back of his mind, but he was unable to concentrate because Beyond was staring again, and his thoughts never got anywhere as he scooped up the hot food and put them onto the plates. The other man began to eat with him, sitting beside him and rather quiet until he broke the silence halfway through the meal.

"You're actually a pretty good cook, Light."

"Thanks."

"I like it. I thought I couldn't taste anymore, but I suppose I was wrong."

"Mhmm."

Beyond took a sip of water, glancing at him, "You saw the interview videos from that place, didn't you?"

"I did."

"Well? Aren't you going to give me your analysis?"

"I suppose." Light said finally, "You were admitted to the hospital in the first place for alleged drunk driving and animal cruelty. Since you weren't found with human bodies, and found with dog carcasses instead, they thought you were... unstable, with the potential to escalate, and had to be treated before you turned into a criminal."

"I wasn't intending on becoming a so-called criminal, Light. I wasn't drunk, I just didn't submit to the red lights, and the carcasses weren't my fault. I did jack the car, though."

"Surely, B-san, with your genius and sweet-talking and acting skills, you could have talked yourself out of the situation before they decided to send you there."

"I did, but I didn't like that traffic warden's face. Or being cuffed."

"...God, B-san. That was pretty stupid of you. No wonder they thought you had the potential to escalate-"

"Tell me more about the video, Light." He interrupted him, uninterested in what he had to say about that.

Light shot him an annoyed look. "Well, it seemed that whatever the treatment and drugs they gave you made you more violent."

"I'm not violent, Light, I was just bored out of my mind. I tried to converse with some of the patients or staff there, and they couldn't even look at me in the eye without telling me I'm fucking Satan. Yeah? Because my fucking eyes make me so happy. Being born the colour they are, having the fucking sight of death, and it's purpose is just—beneath me. For the life of me, that's the biggest puzzle—what's the purpose of me being born with them? Just to infuriate me with life's uselessness?"

A pause.

"-Or if they decided to talk to me, yeah, these crazy people, they'd just repeat their sentences over and over again... like a fucking broken record. I struggled to keep myself sane, to remain normal and rational, surrounded by insane, boring, fucking idiots..."

Light was startled, because that was sometimes how he thought of himself. Gods, he'd always thought how difficult it was connecting to normal people, because they were completely boring and idiotic, and in Beyond's situation…he was starting to sympathise with him.

"...But people who are bored don't bite off nurse's fingers, B-san. You knew what that would mean for you! If you had told them their treatment was working, at least-?"

"I don't fucking lie." Beyond finished his meal and took out his cigarettes, lighting one, "They kept me drugged. They kept poking into my fucking cranium. I still have the scars on my scalp. Do you have any idea what they experimented and how they treated my brain? They had no respect for me. If I refused to take the pills, they forced me into the IV drips—like I was a fucking invalid. Why don't you see for yourself just how this particular mental institution practices their treatments? That is, if they even give you permission. I haven't seen an evaluator being sent to that place before."

Light was silent for a moment. "So B-san, you support that it's the hospital's fault for it's unethical practice—that they drove you became violent and to escape?"

"I couldn't just passively take their 'treatments' any longer. Wouldn't you have done something to change your fate, if you were in my situation? Humans can't deny other humans of anything, Light."

"That didn't mean you had to kill them..."

"It was their fault that they were in between me and my freedom. They would have alerted the rest, and it would have been a rather complicated process, and I thought it was important to nip the problem in the bud. I had to survive somehow, Light. You understand that, don't you?" He exhaled, smoke pouring out of his mouth.

"I-" Light looked at him, then at his lap. "I wouldn't have exactly done the same thing, B-san, but... I suppose I understand where you're coming from."

"Just because I was a fucking alien to them—meant they had the liberty to do anything to me without regard for human rights. They wanted to turn me into a fucking animal?-So I became one."

"It is rather... odd to say you don't belong to any country, B-san. Surely you do know-"

"I don't, Light."

Light looked at him sceptically as the man continued to smoke, taking all the plates to clean, washing his hands when he was done. Beyond had gone off and disappeared somewhere, presumably in the bedroom, and Light decided to watch some TV, but found himself rather distracted with what B had told him.

He felt horrible for the mental patients if the treatment Beyond mentioned was true. It wasn't a surprise to hear of a place that was still violating human rights. Perhaps, as a form of justification for Beyond's violent behaviour, he'd look into the situation personally when he would go to work the next day. Perhaps he could save several other patients before they turned out to be like him. He needed to inform his father, because the hospital had a possibility of keeping Beyond's records—who knew? Maybe they did extract the information from Beyond's brain and made him forget a thing like basic information about himself.

They could be withholding information on purpose to save their reputation—and the NPA could uncover more classified information about B. He'd go there, Light thought, and interview them, grill them about their methods, because a hospital was meant to be a place of healing and not torture.

Beyond, in the meanwhile, was staring at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. He saw his name written in red glowing letters floating above his head, then looked at himself in the eye.

He was doing well, wasn't he?

He was also in love. Beyond thought it was love. Light didn't believe him, but he'd wait it out.

He began to alter his appearance, taking a pair of scissors and a comb, and began to make his hair slightly shorter, so it didn't look as messy. He'd left the house the day before to purchase a set of items, including black contacts. He also got some make-up items to conceal the dark lines beneath his eyes, so his appearance didn't seem like the Beyond from before.

Beyond was beginning to look like a normal person when his eyes, face and hair were altered. No one would suspect he was B now.

If he spoke differently, acted differently, he could easily be another faceless person especially in a big city like this. No one would even suspect him of being who he was.

He took the clumps of hair and burnt all the evidence, and Light coming into the bathroom confused when he smelt an odd burning thing-

"B-san, you... changed your face." Light blinked, rather stunned.

"I know. It's convincing, isn't it?"

"Why would you do this?"

"What if your police officer friends drop in by chance and saw me here? I'm not that foolish, Light."

Light glared half-heartedly at him.

"You burnt your hair? It stinks in here-" Light scrunched up his face adorably in disapproval, and opened the small window of the bathroom, using a cleaning spray to make the place smell better. He was about to leave, when Beyond's hand grasped his wrist.

"Come here, Light."

He was being pushed up against the bathroom counter, lifted up with Beyond in between his legs, Light struggling slightly in indignation.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked him gently, pressing a kiss over his thigh through the fabric of his shorts, Light's mouth open slightly in a gasp as he did something like that.

"A little bit..." Light looked at him warily. "Why? Do you plan on doing it again?"

"Yes." He said bluntly. "Right here with you on the counter."

Then Beyond was kissing him possessively, and Light had to clutch onto him to prevent himself from falling to the side and let out a gasp when he traced kisses down his neck and shoulders again, tugging the collar of his t-shirt down.

"Y-You're infuriating, you know that?"

"Am I?" Beyond asked him, giving him a mildly pleasant little grin, looking at him, unnerving him because his eyes weren't his usual red-

"Does Light miss my usual eyes?"

"No I don't—hahh-" He gasped as Beyond lifted his hips, and tugged off his shorts, leaving him naked below, trying to close his legs for at least a bit of decency, but Beyond was spreading them open.

He leered when he noticed a bit of the creamy white fluid dripping out of his little hole.

"Light is probably lying." He smirked, still eyeing in between his spread open thighs to that erotic sight.

"Light is still so wet inside." His long fingers were scooping the fluid up, and rubbing gently against the somewhat reddened pucker, Light covering his mouth because it did still feel raw inside, sensitive to touch and hips jerking slightly as he tried to crawl away.

"Don't say that! I don't want this—"

"I'll make you want it."

He began to stroke Light to hardness, cupping and massaging his sensitive sac, and it felt so good Light was starting to pant. Beyond's face looking as though he wanted to please him and he was actually thinking of letting him, heat beginning to flood his lithe body. Fuck, Beyond was right, what he'd made him say last night...

He was turning into a dirty little cumslut.

"Light, lift up your shirt."

"Don't order me like that," he huffed, to which Beyond continued stroking his cock. When Light didn't comply, Beyond was lifting up his shirt just slightly so he could lean in and suck on the nubs, making the pink little nipples grow hard in his mouth.

God, it was too much. He was getting aroused beyond words watching him worship his body like that. Light knew that he was good-looking before, but to have someone pay so much attention, caressing each inch of skin and bruise that he left behind—it overwhelmed him, the idea of someone finding him so beautiful that he wanted to make love to him again after he'd already been soiled by the very same hands...

Make love was too wishy-washy of a phrase for this. He didn't know. Was a word like fucking more appropriate? Plain sex?

He gasped when he pushed a finger inside, not bothering to cover his mouth because Beyond could see right through him, especially during heated moments like this. It was burying in deep to the knuckle, scissoring him open and it made Light whimper. He looked at Beyond in between his legs when he curled his fingers and raked against his spot which made him tense then relax, for it to dig in deeper.

"Hnnh-!"

"You like that, darling?"

"Stop calling me that—ahh, fuck-!" His cock twitched against his flat stomach, Beyond forcing in a third finger and rubbing and pushing into that spot buried inside till Light's cock drooled precum from the tip lewdly.

"Light is getting so wet." He was smirking, "It looks really vulgar and hot from where I'm watching him."

God, more of him saying such things to him again-!

His fingers vacated from his hole, slick with wetness, dripping out over his thighs and leaking onto the counter with it. Beyond was unzipping his pants, pulling his erect, thick member out, stroking it and hoisting Light's hips closer so his bottom was to the edge.

"Push it out, Light."

What-?

Light visibly flushed, shaking his head, "Don't ask me to do humiliating things like that!"

"Push it out onto my cock, Light, or I'll have to fuck you dry... but you're fucking soaked inside, aren't you?" He commented dirtily, smirking at him, "Come on, make it better for yourself, I want to see it."

"Why do you have to do this to me?" He was mortified, because Beyond was staring at him hungrily and it unnerved him, and the thought of having him inside again-!

Beyond was lifting up his calves, pressing kisses over his toes and ankles like it was completely normal, smirking at him and not even answering, because Light knew the answer to his question. He rubbed the thick head of his cock against his wet little hole, sliding inside in a rather sloppy manner, making Light gasp and whimper when he decided to repeat that maddening, teasing motion over his tight entrance, in, and out—Gods, over and over again...

"Hnnn!" He was screaming.

"If you want me to do it properly, push it out." Beyond said, "Simple as that."

Light shook his head.

"Why are you so stubborn? Do you want me to use my fingers again?"

"N-No!"

"Then why is it so difficult for you to do as I say?"

Light pressed his foot against Beyond's chest in an attempt to kick him off, "Because you don't—AH!-own me, B-san!"

Beyond was taking his foot and kissing his toes gently, working his way over to his ankles. "You should just admit you turn into a slut when you're around me," he commented dirtily, pulling the thick head of his cock out, slipping his fingers in, and raking against his prostate in hard, insistent motions, Light's hips jerking slightly as he was forced to take it.

"Fuck—ah!" Beyond was toying with his body and his reactions, and Light didn't really enjoy it—but his lusty little body on the other hand-

Beyond smirked. "I might not own you, Light. But I can still make you do what I want, can't I?"

Light was being rather stubborn. He was so fucking embarrassed, the fact he was telling him to push it out...

Like he was a whore.

But fuck, he was feeling too good, and he wanted Beyond inside him again, filling him up, saying all those dirty things to him that made him feel so submissive—unnatural things that shouldn't be turning him on.

He whined when Beyond didn't stop touching and hitting that sensitive ball of nerves inside. It went on for a few long minutes until Light couldn't stand it anymore, squirming against the counter.

"Hnn!...ah- fine, take it out..." He watched as Beyond practically salivated, grinning perversely at Light's compliance, because he'd been so stubborn just a couple of moments ago and so eager now, pulling his fingers out and grasping onto Light's slender hips.

He clutched onto Beyond's shoulder with one hand, his other hand shakily parting his cheeks, Beyond watching in lewd interest as his little pucker clenched in on itself, opening up and pushing out the semen from before, watching it drip out and leak onto his thick cock, as well as the bathroom floor because there was so much inside of him.

Light gasped and flushed at the sensation of it dripping over his cheeks and thighs, even more so when Beyond wrapped his fist around his thick cock, coating his entire girth with the slick bodily fluid and began to push inside him slowly, his fingers digging even more into Beyond's shirt and flesh.

"B-san, nng—don't fill me up so much," he muttered hazily, "It hurts... I can't walk properly later..."

Fuck, his words were stirring something in Beyond, something carnal and lusty, making him grip his thighs and push them open, pushing Light's body up against the mirror and jutting into him completely so he filled him up balls deep.

"AHH!" Light was clawing at him, and in this position against the counter he could see just how deep he was inside. "B-san! I told you-"

"What's the matter? I should reward Light for being so obedient."

Beyond was pulsing hot, throbbing and spreading him wide, filling him deep with each constant thrust inside him, the pain slowly melting away and feeding him pleasure that made Light scream.

"You like me fucking you deep, don't you? You get so fucking turned on when I fuck you all the way," he growled dirtily into his ear, watching Light's embarrassed, wanton expression that told him volumes, whimpering at the sensation of being filled so much when he'd just plainly told him not to.

"You love me talking to you like you're a dirty whore, don't you?" Beyond continued, "-Making you this submissive. You actually get off on being fucking humiliated... like that's one of your secret, dirty little kinks. Maybe I should fuck you in public one day."

"-Then I could tie you down and fuck you hard."

Light's tight muscles clenched on him, then loosened, milking his pounding cock burying itself insistently into his body and barely even muffling his own screams as he was taken so roughly.

He whimpered when Beyond stopped thrusting, and pulled his thick cock out, only to pull him up and face the bathroom counter and the mirror as well, made his hands grab at the flat surface. Beyond's possessive hands were holding his hips up, forcing Light to stand as he began to fuck him in this manner.

His own lusty, needy reflection staring back at him—

Light had to look away.

"That's a nice needy face you're making, Light."

"S-Shut up, ahh!" His fingers clawed at the marble surface as Beyond continued to make him his, slamming him into the counter. All he could feel was pain and pleasure, and the humiliation when Beyond grasped at his face and made him look.

"That's only a face a dirty little cumslut would make. One who's in denial."

Fuck, why was he being so lewd?

Light coloured visibly when he realised he could hear his own gasps and screams, because fuck, he was being loud, the wet squelching sounds of their hips smacking together, even more so when Beyond pointed it out.

"Listen to the pretty sounds you're making, Light." He grunted when he gripped his hips harder and pounded into him, into that spot rather insistently. "-You really love to please me, don't you? You can't stop yourself from screaming even if you could. It's like you want everyone to hear it."

God, he really couldn't take it. Light was made to look at himself in the mirror, his lusty, open-mouthed flushed face staring back at him, being jutted forward each time nearing his completion already so soon.

"B-san, ahh-! I'm gonna cum, please-"

"Good boy, telling me you're going to cum like you're asking for my permission." Beyond was smirking at him, slamming into his prostate till he couldn't handle it anymore.

Light snapped and screamed prettily as he released, whimpering as his legs went weak and Beyond continued to take him from behind, the man snarling and growling into his ear with hunger like a beast, the only thing holding him in place was his hands on his slender hips.

"I'm breeding you like you deserve it," he muttered dirtily, "I'm making you scream like a naughty slut. You hear me, Light? If you were a fucking woman I would have sowed my seed deep inside you and gotten you fucking pregnant."

Light gasped at the horrible, lewd, insane insinuation, whimpering and hiding his face so he wouldn't see himself actually liking his lewd words as Beyond continued to use his body. God, he couldn't say that, it shouldn't have been making him flush so hard. Light's legs were still boneless beneath him, the man hitching his hips hard a couple more times and buried himself deeply, cumming inside him so much it dripped out of him and down his thighs.

B had made him so fucking dirty and wet inside that he needed to be cleaned up once more.

Beyond pulled out, making him sit on the edge of the counter again, catching his breath and watching as he took a glass beside the sink and spread open Light's thighs once more.

"Go on, Light, push it out again. I'm letting you clean it out."

He gasped feeling his fingers probe his soaked, loosened hole, reddened and raw from being fucked so roughly. Beyond's long fingers were scooping some of it out, and much of it Light had to clench and unclench his muscles to get it out, Beyond staring at the lewd sight as he filled the cup with copious amounts of his warm sperm.

The man seemed so satisfied with himself, staring and leering dirtily at Light at the cute little sounds he made to clean himself out, watching Light's curling toes before he was finally done.

"Look, that's how much you've been having inside you."

Light flushed horribly at the milky contents of the cup, gathering himself up on his shaky legs and wiped himself off without any other comments. He tugged his shorts back on, giving him a rather nice view of his body when he bent down slightly.

He went to the living room, lying down on the couch exhausted and fast asleep before Beyond had anything else to do or say to him.

Light stirred, however, a few hours later from his nap with his head in Beyond's lap when he heard the doorbell ringing.

He wasn't expecting anyone, so it was rather odd. He got up and yawned, glancing at Beyond for a moment before checking who it was through the peep hole. He cursed when he realised it was Matsuda and Aizawa, both waiting there expectantly, as though sure Light would open up.

"B-san, my colleagues have come to visit."

"There, wasn't I right? Open for them."

He was about to ask whether it was fine to do that, but Beyond was in that rather convincing disguise, one that his sleepy brain had forgot to register. The man actually looked completely normal despite Light concerns. He opened the door, smiling and greeting his friends before letting them inside.

"Chief told us you were sick, so we brought you some get-well gifts," Aizawa said, taking off his shoes and greeting Light, handing him a fruit basket and a book. "Matsuda thought it would be nice to get you the latest book from your favourite author."

"Yeah, Light-kun! How are you feeling?" Matsuda asked brightly, taking off his shoes too and entering the living room, the both of them stopping in their steps when they saw a figure lounging about on the couch, smoking. Beyond turned his head around to look, giving them a completely normal smile.

"Uh... Light-kun, who's that?" Matsuda asked, blinking at him.

"That's—um, Rue-san," Light said quickly, showing them in and letting them sit as Beyond put out his cigarette.

"I didn't know Light-kun had a friend living with him!"

"No, I'm his boyfriend actually." Beyond made his voice slightly deeper, unrecognisable from the interview clips that the detectives had watched before.

What?

There was a moment of stunned silence as Aizawa and Matsuda took in the information.

Light flushed slightly, laughing it off mildly, "I'm sorry, Rue-san shouldn't be joking around about things like that."

"I'll make some drinks for your friends, Light." Beyond smiled and spoke to him in perfectly normal English, and Light nodded, then left them to go to the kitchen, putting up a perfectly normal façade that they seemed to believe.

They didn't even suspect 'Rue-san' was B, or that there was anything amiss with him.

Aizawa noticed his flush, something rather uncharacteristic about it which meant Light was trying to cover something up. "It's true, then? Well, we assumed you had a girlfriend, but—it's not like we're discriminating against your choice or anything," the man spoke rather candidly, but in a friendly, amiable manner.

"Yeah, we all thought the way Light-kun acted during lunch yesterday was pretty weird, he was on the phone for quite a while, like he was hiding something," Matsuda said, giving him a happy little grin. "I'm happy for you, Light-kun. We thought you would be lonely after breaking up with Misa Misa, but wow, Light-kun is dating a foreigner..."

Light was getting embarrassed. "Please don't tell my father about this," he said apologetically. "I'm not sure how he'll react."

"I understand, Light-kun!"

Fuck, there was no way right now he could slip information to them because Beyond was watching and listening from the kitchen. He could tell them to search about information about Wammy's House, perhaps write down somewhere, but that was plenty obvious and Beyond could possibly stop him. Maybe he could send them a text, because it was classified information and give them later under the pretence of not letting Beyond hear.

But then again, what as the purpose of him even letting them know? Wouldn't they get suspicious as to the origin of him getting such information? It would be attracting unnecessary attention.

Beyond returned with warm tea, which actually looked normal and perfectly safe to drink. Light had been somewhat suspicious of letting him make drinks for his colleagues, but it seemed his suspicion was unnecessary, because Beyond was playing his normal 'boyfriend' role perfectly well.

God, that thought was infuriating him. Why did he have to introduce himself as that?

"Thank you, Rue-san!" Matsuda said, smiling at the man politely, looking back at Light. "Hey, how did you two meet? Aren't you going to tell me?"

"Well, I-"

"We met on the Internet, didn't we?" Beyond spoke for him, taking their attention away from Light and to him, "I came here all the way for him."

"Wow, really? That's pretty romantic, huh? You speak pretty good Japanese, too!"

"That's because Light is a pretty good teacher." He leaned in to kiss the corner of his mouth, a hand rubbing Light's knee gently, leaning forward to get a cigarette from the coffee table and lit it, lounging about distracting himself with TV and smoking rather casually, noticing the discomfort from Light over the attention on him, as well as his friend named Aizawa.

Matsuda seemed somewhat clueless, finishing his tea before standing up.

"I think we better go, Aizawa-san. I forgot I have to buy groceries for my mother-" Matsuda grinned and smiled apologetically, "Take care of yourself, Light-kun! Rue-san, you too! Take care of Light-kun for me too, yeah?"

They put on their shoes, and left, Light thanking them for their gifts and concern. Light closed the door, sighing and looking at him.

"It was unnecessary to tell them you were my boyfriend, B-san," he muttered, somewhat defeated.

"They seemed perfectly fine with it."

"-But you know how it is, my father will somehow wind up hearing about this..."

"You don't trust your friends, Light?" Beyond laughed, "Light, you're a grown man, what your father thinks about your choices are frankly none of his business."

"This... isn't necessarily a choice, B-san."

"Come on, stop that. We've been through this before."

Beyond stood up, and approached Light, cupping his face and kissed his mouth. Light returning the kiss because he actually liked his caresses, sighing and clutching onto his arms when he pulled away.

"Shall we go out together?" Beyond asked him finally.

"What do you plan on doing?"

"Well—just wanted to buy you a meal. Anywhere you like."

Light laughed slightly, looking at Beyond as though he was pulling his leg.

"So is that a yes, then?"

"Sure, B-san."

"You know what? You've been so compliant to me-"

"Shut up." Light huffed, going to the bedroom and closing the door to change his clothes, combing his hair and making sure that his appearance was impeccable. He pocketed his things and put on his watch, put his socks and shoes on, Beyond doing the same and they walked down the stairs to get to his car in the parking lot.

"Come on, Light, give me the keys," Beyond said.

"What? No, I'm not letting you drive."

"Why not?"

"In case you've forgotten, you're the one who kept on stealing cars, nearly made me crash yesterday, sped past red lights, and you even drove one off a cliff," Light responded, getting into the driver's seat, "In other words, you're not getting my permission to drive my car. It's suicide."

Beyond simply laughed and complied, getting into the passenger seat instead, because he found Light rather endearing when he tried to be bossy. He put on the seatbelt, watching him rev the engine, radio and heater, before pulling away from the car park and driving towards some place to eat. Beyond really wasn't all that curious about such an inconsequential detail.

"Why did you use the name Rue for me?"

"That's the name of the detective in the novel Matsuda bought for me. His name is Rue Ryuuzaki."

"Is that so? How interesting. The character's first and last name starts with the same letter like mine too. You weren't concerned that they would realise something like that? They're detectives like you too."

"Matsuda wouldn't even notice unless I pointed it out," Light said non-committally.

"Yes, but he was observant enough to get you the book from the author you liked," Beyond said, rolling down the window on his side, lighting up a cigarette so his hands and mouth had something to do, "I'm beginning to suspect he has—feelings for you. An ordinary person, especially a man like that isn't normally observant, unless he wants your attention."

Light chuckled and shook his head. "What are you talking about, B-san?"

"It's just a crush, though. Admiration for you, perhaps. How long have you been friends with him?"

"Well, I knew he was working under my father since I was 17, when I first volunteered to help them on a case. I never really considered him a friend back then."

"You don't really consider anyone your friend, do you, Light?" Beyond exhaled slowly out of the window, "I know what sort of person you are. You cut yourself off emotionally from a lot of people around you, because you feel they're beneath you."

Light glanced at him, frowning slightly before pulling in to the car park behind the restaurant. "...That's a rather cruel assumption to make. I—do love my family."

They got out of the car together, Beyond taking a last couple drags of the cigarette before flinging it to the ground and stepping on it, walking through the door with Light. The waiter showed them to a table for two, and looked at Beyond oddly when he tucked his legs to his chest and picked up the menu.

He looked at all the desserts first, ordering the sweet cakes and a strawberry milkshake. Light ordered a steak and a side dish, watching the waiter walk away.

Beyond picked up a sugar cube and crunched on it instead, licking his fingers, Light somewhat startled at the sight.

"You're drawing unnecessary attention to yourself, B-san."

"I told you, it doesn't bother me," Beyond said offhandedly, "There's no detectives here, or cameras, I'm sure of that fact. Besides, we were talking about you."

"What is it?"

"You love yourself more than you love anyone else. Wait—that's actually perfectly normal, but you're rather vain, aren't you? No, you love yourself so much that it's bordering on arrogance."

Light frowned.

"I'm perfectly alright with your ego, Light. At least it's something interesting."

"As if you don't have an ego of your own..."

"Does that make us even more similar, Light? I myself am not sure if I consider anyone my friend." He crunched on another sugar cube, which made Light wince slightly, because his oral fixation was rather extreme, wasn't it? "Light is a special case, though."

"Stop that." Light was getting somewhat annoyed, "You've said that so many times."

"I know." Crunch, crunch.

Their food came after a short wait, chocolate, strawberry and tiramisu cakes making the table top full, as well as the steak for Light. He noticed that people were staring. He should have expected it, really, but it still made him somewhat uncomfortable. He put on a perfectly calm façade, cutting his steak neatly into squares and chewing his food properly, savouring his meal. He glanced across the table and saw Beyond digging into his cakes, cramming each sweet forkful into his mouth in a manner which could make any normal person slightly sick.

"Why did you order so many sweet things, B-san? It's...rather disturbing."

"I felt like indulging myself."

"That's... overindulging, though."

"What if I die tomorrow, Light?" He was licking his fork free of the strawberry cream, "Would I have any more chances to eat anything I want? I don't believe they'll feed me anything in Hell. It'll just be like that hospital again."

Light didn't know what to say about that.

"B-san, you're ridiculous, aren't you? You won't die."

"You sure?"

"...You told me I was the reason you'd remain alive, didn't you?"

"Yes, Light." Beyond offered him a perfectly normal smile, though his eyes looked at the corner of his eye because he kept on feeling as though someone was looking at him. Staring at him so much they were boring a hole in the back of his skull, and it was starting to agitate him.

There was someone, a man in his forties, sitting alone in the corner nursing just a glass of water, but he wasn't staring at Beyond.

He was staring at Light.

Beyond's eyes could still see people's names and death dates floating above their heads even under the black contacts he wore. The man's name was Matsumoto Yasu.

He drank his milkshake and studied the man rather discreetly. He had balding hair, looked rather greasy, somewhat overweight, black beady eyes behind glasses and was twitchy, licking his lips as he watched Light from the corner of his eye. Fuck, that man was staring at Light's every movement obsessively, even the way Light tucked his hair behind his ear, lifted his glass, chewed on his food-

The man was attracted to Light.

That was obvious.

Beyond wanted to kill that man. His impulse was growing stronger. His jealousy was crashing over him in waves. His fingers tightened around his fork, and when Light looked at him, he gave a perfectly normal smile and finished off his cakes.

No one had the right to stare at Light. No one but Beyond.

Beyond took out his cigarettes and lighter, placing them on the table, waiting for Light to finish. He made himself touch Light's fingers on purpose. Light seemed rather embarrassed and admonished Beyond gently for it, pulling his hand away, and when he looked back, that man was still looking.

Leering.

Raping him with his eyes.

What the fuck was his problem? Why was he fucking staring at Light like he wanted to eat him with his eyes, fucking molesting Light's face and body, licking his disgusting mouth and fidgeting, drumming his fat fingers against the table top, adjusting his fucking trousers like he was getting aroused—

And why wasn't Light noticing this?

But Light already knew he was good-looking, so perhaps he learnt to tune the unwanted attention out.

That didn't give that man the right to fucking-

Beyond was seething beneath his calm exterior. He put his legs down, accidentally brushing his knee against Light, finishing his milkshake and wiping his mouth with a paper napkin. Light was had only just finished his food, and was now sipping on his coffee in a polite manner, like a pampered, spoiled, gorgeous prince. His movements were really elegant, and Beyond himself was admiring him.

What he didn't like was another person that wasn't him admiring Light.

"That was good," Light said rather contentedly.

"Yeah."

He watched as the man crawled out of his seat and approached them, talking to Beyond first.

The man was holding an unlit cigarette, and his black beady eyes kept glancing at Light. Beyond absolutely hated it.

"Hey, man, could I borrow your lighter?"

"Sure."

He watched the man's greasy hand reach to grab his lighter, and in that split second, Beyond was picking up the fork and stabbing his hand down, slamming it into the table top, the man yelping in pain as blood dripped out of the wound, looking at his shaking hand with the fork sticking out of it and then at Beyond incredulously.

Beyond picked up his cigarettes and lighter before the blood dirtied them, pocketing them and standing up calmly. He fished out the bill from his wallet, and put it on the table, Light watching in stunned silence as he stood up too, following him as he walked out and away from the commotion and chaos of the restaurant patrons and waitresses panicking at the display of violence.

"B-san!"

Beyond only walked to the car park faster.

"B-san! What did you do that for?"

Beyond's fingers were trembling because he had held back, he really had, taking out a cigarette and lighting it. He took a deep drag feeling the smoke sting his lungs.

"B-san!" Light grabbed his wrist, frowning and pushed the larger man against his car. "Fucking explain yourself to me right now!"

Light glared heatedly.

"-You don't just stab someone's fucking hand in a restaurant as and when you like!"

"That man was staring at you, Light."

Light was shocked. "What?"

"It was like I could hear his thoughts, Light. Do you want to hear what he thought about you the entire time?"

Light was silent.

"He was looking at you tucking your hair behind your ear, smiling and blushing and looking at me all prettily, he wanted to be the one you looked at like that-"

"B-san..." His eyes widened.

"He wanted to be the one to pin you down in bed, fuck your tight little ass raw-"

"B-san! Stop that right now!" Light hissed. He was getting infuriated and annoyed and embarrassed.

"Make you suck his cock, whip you when you disobeyed, make you scream-"

"Shut up!" Light yelled at him. "I fucking get it! You're that fucking possessive of me, I get it! But that doesn't give you the fucking right to hurt anyone as you wish, you hear me?"

"What did you want me to do, huh? Just sit there and let someone stare at you like that?"

"I didn't even notice it!"

"But I did, alright? And I gave that bastard what he deserved."

"You thought he deserved that?" Light was getting agitated.

"For all you know, he might just very well be planning to take you away from me and fucking rape you," Beyond said, trying his best not to reciprocate Light's anger.

"I'm a fucking full grown man, I'm a fucking police officer, I can take care of myself! God, B-san, what happened to your common sense?"

"Stop getting mad at me, alright? Fucking drive us home already." Beyond tossed the finished cigarette to the ground, impatient.

Light was getting close to tears. That had happened because of him. "I thought you said I could change you, B-san!"

When Beyond didn't respond, he went to the driver's seat and put on his seatbelt, and Beyond climbed in to the passenger seat, glancing at Light.

"Come on, now. I'm sorry."

"You're unstable, B-san. You shouldn't even be allowed to go out with me if you keep this up. I don't really need your protection from... bad people. You, of all people."

Light began to drive, heading back home, rather disturbed by Beyond's sudden violent behaviour. He had been so calm, but then he had stabbed that man's hand with a fork rather unflinchingly, like it was nature for him to react like that.

That was unacceptable.

They were at a red light, and Beyond watched him fiddle with the radio dial, so he grasped his cheek and stroked his face gently.

"You know I only meant good for you."

"...Yeah." Light was reluctant.

"I can't change overnight."

Light nodded warily, wondering where Beyond was heading with this conversation.

"Please don't give up on me, Light."

Light didn't speak, pulling away from the grasp on his face when the light turned green.

"Fine," he spoke calmly after a long moment.

Beyond noticed that Light was doubting him. "I'm sorry, you know that. I love you, Light."

Loved him?

He'd said it so many times, but Light couldn't understand it. Did Beyond himself even understand that concept? Throwing around that word like it was so cheap.

Light didn't even know anymore.

Okay! To answer some of your questions!

I made Beyond a bisexual character. So he does actually want to make love to a beautiful woman, but he got so fixated with Light he-uh, probably wouldn't fulfill it.

Light isn't going to give him to the police. But Beyond is as destructive of a man as he is a genius. It will only end in something not so positive. Well-like a figurative descent into Hell. You'll see.

I will try write more in Beyond's perspective, because he's fucking fascinating and it's the first time I've written such a psychotic person. o.o I mean, I watched some movies with psychos before (Did anyone spot that Hannibal Lecter reference as well as Psycho 1960 'I-wouldn't-hurt-a-fly' thing?) but yeah, it's the first time I've actually done a bit of (half-assed) research to put it in this fic.

I made Beyond a smoker because he and L have this obsessive oral fixation- that's the main reason why. They like putting things in their mouth. He also smokes like me. Same reason, oral fixation. Something to do with hands and mouth instead of molesting Light more or something.

And yes, L is apparently B's big brother that he mentioned during chapter 4. I won't go into details, because this fic will be B and Light centric, and we won't mention L. I won't involve him. This is Beyond's character development and Light's.

Also, I intend to finish this fic before August. That's when my school starts, so you can be sure I'll push myself to finish this off. I'll also have Nilahxapiel bug me too. XP
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