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Not an Angel	By : sashocirrione Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 3629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 5: Unexpected Encounters

Light envied L, seeing how easy it was for L to clean up from the sticky aftermath of sex. The shinigami simply stood under the shower for a minute and then became incorporeal, causing all the water to drop away and resulting in an entirely dry and clean state. Even the faint scent of his spicy sweat was gone.

Light had observed Ryuk numerous times standing perfectly dry in the rain, so it made sense.

After the shower, L sheepishly said, "I'm sorry. If I had thought of this sooner I could have saved you a great deal of effort cleaning my wings."

As revenge, Light set him to work picking up all the scraps of discarded skin. Those couldn't be left in the open, if task force members should happen to return and penetrate to the back bedroom. It was unlikely, but perfect planners couldn't afford to discount even small possibilities.

When everyone was dressed and clean, the skin scraps were hidden in a box deep in a desk drawer, and the laundry was going, they started their trip. L was very talkative and stood with less of his usual slouch. The wings unbalanced him in the other direction whenever he instinctively tried to assume his favored position. He was taller and more regal as a result, an overwhelmingly large physical presence.

And yet he was childish and innocent, spending the trip down in the elevator with his top half incorporeal and stuck out of the elevator doors, calling off the floors as they passed, or knelt down on the floor of the elevator itself with his head through, saying something about the gears that Light couldn't understand due to the intervening physical matter.

Outside, L looked at everything, remarked on the people and the cars and every object he saw displayed in store windows. He preferred a perch standing on Light's shoulders, incorporeal so he'd have no weight, and repeatedly tried to launch off from there, gliding ahead, flapping but losing altitude anyway, and at last skidding to a stop on the sidewalk or the street, with pedestrians walking through him or cars driving obliviously right where he was.

In a low voice with his lips held still, just as he always talked with Ryuk in public, Light tried to warn L several times, but he was only able to curtail the behavior somewhat, not to abate it.

L only retorted, "When I'm incorporeal, I cannot hurt myself against surfaces, so there is no danger of leaving blood to alarm the public."

It was only a three-block trip that Light had in mind, but L stopped halfway there, tugging at Light's hand and excitedly pointing at a cafe with a large cake displayed in the window.

It felt almost like a date as Light took an excited, giddy L into the cafe, ordered slices of seven different types of cake, and selected a booth in the back where other patrons would not be able to see.

Keeping an eye out, Light fed L cake by the spoonful, ready to divert the spoon to his own mouth at the last moment if someone should appear. L made cow-eyes at him and ate in a way that seemed deliberately erotic; although, with L, it was hard to tell. Everything he did with his mouth had always seemed suggestive.

There were two slices left when a familiar face suddenly lurched into view. Light tried not to react, hoped she would go away, but she almost immediately said, "Light, is that you? Oh, I'm sorry. I usually take this booth for Thursday lunches. I really don't want to put you out, but I'm afraid my daughter will start crying if I make her move. Would it be okay if we join you this once?"

Just around the corner, a little girl barely old enough to walk toddled into view and grabbed her mother's hand.

I need to curtail this, unsuspiciously, before Yuri can say anything about the bus hijacking.

"That's fine, Yuri. Why don't you have the entire booth? I'm full anyway and about to leave. I'll just have the waiter box up these last two slices."

Light tried to get up but L suddenly launched himself through the table and pinned Light in place, sitting on his lap.

L said, "I'm not done yet. I want to finish my cake!"

Light breathed the tiniest whisper, "You can eat it outside."

L said, "No, I can't. There are too many people who would see."

Yuri had unfortunately taken the apparent silence and immobility as an invitation and slid into the booth across from both Light and L, helping her daughter up onto the seat beside her.

Yuri said, "What has it been, three years? Four? I think the last time I saw you was at Masato's graduation party, when you brought Misa Amane as your date and astonished everyone. What are you doing these days, Light?"

Why didn't I kill her a few years ago, just for insurance against this sort of thing?

Light said nothing.

Yuri lowered her voice and said, "Oh yes, I remember now. You were thinking of joining the NPA, and they don't let officers tell anyone they're employed there any more, just in case Kira might decide to slaughter the entire NPA. So you must have gotten in? Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. You know I never let out secrets. Like that time-"

Light said, "It would be best not to say anything in front of your daughter. What is-"

Yuri replied, "Oh, don't be silly. She won't remember a thing. She's just a few weeks past her second birthday. Does she look older to you?"

"Yes, in fact, she does. How has-"

Yuri mused, "For all intents and purposes, we're completely private. It's sad the NPA doesn't allow anyone to chase Kira. You're so smart, Light; I know you'd have him caught in no time! Everyone thinks L is an idiot for being so slow. And you probably have really wanted to catch Kira ever since that FBI agent helped us and then later showed up on the news as being killed by Kira."

A chill ran through Light.

L muttered, "This incident isn't in your files."

Light said, "Well, anyone with any connection to the NPA was being followed by the FBI then. That's what my father said. There were twelve of those FBI agents and they ended up contacting hundreds of people."

I can't kill Yuri now. Most of the possible damage has already been done, and L has seen her lifespan. If she dies off of her schedule it will be obvious Kira killed her.

Yuri glanced over her shoulder to gesture at a passing waiter. During the momentary distraction, L gobbled up an entire piece of cake in two gulps, prompting the little girl to get very large eyes. He had nearly bitten into the last remaining piece when Yuri turned towards the table once more and he hastily retreated.

Light got up, monopolized the waiter's attention, exchanged just the minimum of good-bye pleasantries with Yuri, and then departed with the last piece of cake in a to-go box. L ate it during the elevator trip up to the destination Light had in mind.

It was a demonstration green roof, open to the public, located on top of a nearby business. Unlike a park, it tended to be fairly empty most of the time, though occasional tours would come through, usually later in the afternoon. It was one of Light's favorite places for thinking and getting away from Misa.

Most of the roof was covered in plants, with narrow stone walkways between them, ranging from garden plants to decorative hedges, flowers, and even a few small trees in large pots. Placards explaining the environmental and other benefits of a green roof were everywhere, and L stopped to read a few of them.

Soon, they were at the edge of the roof, where there was an encircling walkway and a railing.

Light said, "If you need altitude, jump from the roof."

"Don't be so obvious, Light."

L crouched cat-like on top of the railing, grasping with hands and feet, leaning forward, wings spread wide. He took a few big breaths, in and out, and then jumped.

Just as with his glides on the sidewalk earlier, he flapped and flapped and slowly went down. But then, before he would have reached street level, he began going up. Something about the rhythm of his wings' movement was different.

And then he lost it again and fluttered to the ground. It didn't deter him. L climbed straight up the wall like a superhero and launched himself from the roof again, and again, seeming to learn a bit more on each trip. Finally, he could fly up from the ground to the roof and otherwise control his direction in the air fairly well.

After circling the roof several times and landing in a few of the trees there, L at last settled on the railing next to where Light was leaning and said, "I haven't learned to hover in place the way Ryuk can, but I think I've managed the basics of everything else. The pain of growing wings... it was completely worth it."

Before Light could reply, L shuffled even closer, perched on the railing rather like a bird, and wrapped his arms around Light in a hug.

Into Light's shoulder, L said, "I find myself requiring sex again."

Light said, "Not here."

"Nobody is on the roof now, and if someone approaches, we can break it off. They can't see me, so-"

"I'm not going to get naked."

L said, "I've thought of a new type of sex. Use your mouth here."

And suddenly, L's bandages were loose and open just between his legs, and Light was getting a warm, stiff cock pressed directly into his face.

L said, "It's wet inside your mouth. I think it would feel good. Put my penis there."

Nobody could see this from the ground unless they had a telescope, and even then, it would just look like odd mouth movements. Even if Near's spies are trailing me, this means nothing.

Light said, "Fine, but don't push into my throat. Unlike with you, breathing is a requirement for humans."

"You can't breathe through your nose?"

"The nostrils connect to the throat," Light said, and then closed his eyes and gave L's cock a few preliminary licks to get used to the idea.

It jumped and twitched under these attentions, and L hummed breathily, his hands clenching and unclenching in the fabric of Light's shirt, then dipping right through the clothing to directly touch Light's back, caressing the skin. The wings also wrapped around Light, adding another layer to the embrace, also sweeping through the clothing to tickle and gently stimulate Light's skin, leaving trails of goose bumps.

Light wet the entire organ with his saliva and then, with two hands firmly around the base to give stroking motions that should hopefully satisfy L into not trying to insert the whole thing, he let the top half of it sink into his mouth, delighting in L's shivering, tasting the cloves/cinnamon just slightly and then a new flavor as the precum dripped into his mouth, something hard to identify.

"Ah!" L cried and crushed closer. He was trembling hard.

Light continued with the bobbing motions, trying to drive L mad with sucking and swirling the tongue across the sensitive, throbbing head, hoping he knew what he was doing without experience in this kind of thing, but it must be good because L was responding so well to everything Light tried.

And it was maddening, too, to feel the weight of his own growing, unattended erection and to feel L's hands and wings under his clothing, cupping his buttocks, feathers leaving trails of goose bumps all up and down his legs, L's wet lips pressing to his back. There was so much touching under the clothing, supernaturally penetrating, that Light felt almost naked, a strange and nonsensical combination of clothed and yet nude, fucking in public and yet fully decent.

With a sudden, strong grip of embracing arms and wings at once, accompanied by a loud whine, thick fluid was spilling into Light's mouth, strange-tasting as L pumped it in. Light swallowed and took more on his tongue with the next spurt, and then swallowed again, milking it out of L, licking and licking when L was done, unwilling to let even a drop of it be left on the roof.

It was good. It was a subtle taste, spicy again, and once more Light couldn't pin it down to just one spice. He thought that it was perhaps closest to a mixture of anise and caraway.

L suddenly jumped back, off the roof, and Light turned around to see a uniformed gardener staring at him. He rubbed his mouth slightly, licking his lips, and then nonchalantly walked past the gardener towards the exit. By the time he reached it, an entire tour of suit-clad businessmen had erupted out of the elevator and L was once again next to him.

L waited until they were in the elevator alone together and then approached Light, kneeling and suddenly thrusting both arms through the wall on either side of Light. The elevator screeched and quickly came to a halt.

L said, "The doors cannot open as long as it is between floors, correct?"

"Yes."

And then L's mouth was on the button to his trousers and on his zipper. Light helped him, eager to have his stiff need spring free. As his clothing fell around his ankles L's mouth went to work.

The penis head was protruding out of the foreskin and L seemed to know just what to do by instinct, because he slipped his tongue down into the tight place between the sensitive head and those last remaining folds, swirling around on every side and provoking the erection into getting longer and fuller, straining. Light could hardly believe how much he needed it.

And then L took it in all the way, into his mouth and deep into his throat, and Light thrust and thrust into the tight wet hole, feeling no resistance, and L was still doing amazing things with his lips and his tongue.

Light realized, then, that he had always thought of how talented L must be with oral in the past, every time the man had played in such sensual ways with his food. Light had imagined this act, of how it must be, though intervening years had pushed it out of his mind, and now it was happening, it was really happening.

It was everything he'd imagined it would be, wet and sloppy and skilled and tantalizing. And, oh, L certainly had no gag reflex whatsoever; Light could push into that warm refuge his penis so craved as vigorously as he wanted, and there were no consequences. L took it all, took it and took it and took it, his teeth and tongue and lips playing back, teasing and provoking.

Light could barely keep his knees from giving out, his entire body weak and strange as he leaned back against the wall and L relentlessly mouth-fucked him.

He had only barely enough control to mutter, before he came, "You... ah... you must swallow. It is a crime to... ah... to leave semen on an... elevator."

And then he was deeper than before, even his tightened, drawn-up balls partway into L's mouth and releasing, his back sliding down the wall despite his best efforts, L following him down, Light's hands tangled in L's fluffy hair as waves of bliss spurted, inside L. Light wanted it and needed it, and a final brush by those soft wings along his thighs brought a last exquisite peak to his climax, a short sharp burst of extra pleasure.

And he was done, panting, sitting on the floor with L's head in his lap, L gently cleaning him, almost too sensitive for the soft touches of tongue but Light endured it to get rid of the evidence.

Light had a little fantasy, of confessing right then that he was Kira, and L simply accepting it, as he should, and taking his place as a Kira supporter, as Kira's magnificent winged angel.

It was only a fantasy. The time was not quite ready yet.

At the end, L raised his head and said, "That doesn't taste very good. You owe me a lot of extra cake for requiring me to swallow."

Light had thought the rest of the way home would be uneventful, but L insisted that, as long as they were out, they needed to detour to a bookstore. It was only a short taxi ride to the nearest one. Light wasn't too worried about what information bookstores held. Most publishers self-policed anti-Kira viewpoints to a large degree, not because Kira habitually judged dissenters, but because there was always that chance, based on those few apparent innocents Kira was known to have judged, and hardly anyone in power wanted to take that chance.

Besides, Kira supporters had become a strong enough social force that their disapproval could have extreme financial consequences.

It was a medium-sized bookstore they visited, not too small as to be specializing in nothing that was needed, but not so large that it would be more likely to represent unfashionable viewpoints.

L selected a book for teenagers about the human body and sexuality, plus a couple of other anatomy books. Then he started in on books about the Kira case. Through the guise of giving advice, Light subtly guided him to most of the books that espoused a more acceptable viewpoint. Since L knew he wasn't allowed to pick up any book off a shelf himself, because of the in-store cameras, that helped a bit in gaining the upper hand.

When L had certainly decided on five rather thick books about the Kira case, he said, "I have been trying to figure out whether Kira is good for the world or not. There is a seventy-percent reduction in the crime rate, but it doesn't seem fitting to me that a course of action should be judged right or wrong based merely on numerical results. I'm trying to obtain a wider view of the situation. After all, I'll probably catch Kira. I must know by that time what to do with him."

What?

Light forced his breathing to be calm and in a very low voice that wouldn't be picked up by the store's microphones, said, "Why do you think you would catch Kira?"

"It's obvious, isn't it? Your task force has more information on Kira than any other investigative team. Kira is going to act soon. With a death note in the hands of criminals, it is a situation he cannot tolerate. It fits his profile, and he must act if he is to keep the confidence of his adoring public. I will be in the thick of things as this unfolds, and with my unique insight into the situation and my abilities, I'll certainly prevail."

L suddenly leaned very near to Light's face, eye to eye, and said, "As soon as we've obtained a suspect or even simply a location, I want you to make an excuse to put yourself nearby on a stake-out. If I can get within range, I would be the perfect spy. I'll bring you whatever evidence you need. Also, there is one other thing."

L hesitated dramatically until Light gave in and replied, "What?"

"Ryuk hinted to me that he knows who Kira is. In my judgment, Ryuk seems somewhat on the dense side. With enough tricks, incentives, or time, I am sure I can get the truth out of him."

"Oh, that," Light said dismissively, "don't believe Ryuk. He teases about things like that constantly. I never know if he's serious or merely trying to create drama."

L blinked, looking disappointed for a few moments, and then his eyes caught something on a higher shelf and he stretched up onto his tip-toes to tap at it.

It was a book titled, The Real Truth About the Great Detective L.

"Buy this," L said.

"No," Light whispered, "that's just a stupid piece of sensationalism, no better than tabloid articles. It's ninety-nine percent speculation, speculation based on fewer facts than we have at the computers at headquarters."

"There might be something in there that would be meaningless to you or the general public, but that could put me on the track to finding my family. Perhaps I'll remember some details of my former life. I've been over all the data you have. It's a shame you don't even have video of the old me."

"Well, it's your own fault for asking your assistant to erase all the data if he should feel he was dying. You should have arranged for some kind of back-up."

L said, "That does seem rather stupid, and I can't believe I would have been that stupid. I'm certain I would have created a secret cache of data. Perhaps it exists to this day and I'll find it. Your records of the early part of the Kira case are very inadequate. I suppose it is time-consuming to type everything in again from memory, but if I could understand all the events from the beginning, perhaps I could solve the case right now."

Light said, "Matsuda volunteered to type it all in again, and it's very difficult to say 'no' to him."

L jumped up and tapped at the book once more. He said, "Please? Just take it down and hold it open."

Light got a little footstool, brought the book down and held it open to the first page for L, quickly flipping through the first five pages as L speed-read each one.

"Yes," L said, "I want it. Even though it says I'm an arrogant jerk."

L tilted his head to the side and probed at his lower lip with a finger.

"Although," L said, "that could be due to your actions, since an outsider would have no method of distinguishing between us."

Before Light could think of a reply, L's gaze had been caught by some magazines and newspapers and he began begging for those to be added to the growing pile Light was lugging around.

That could be dangerous. I have no idea whether they've snuck a very bad article into the back of one of those things. And yet, I can't let L catch me obviously policing his information flow.

Light said, "I'm not sure if I can afford all these books."

"For the Kira case, I know you keep a great deal of your funding in reserve, and I also know that because of the secrecy you don't have to send itemized financial reports to your higher-ups. Put it down as a business expense. Helping me is helping the Kira case. Actually, you should also use those funds to pay for someone to fix the internet. I could do plenty more research-"

"I can fix it myself. It would be silly to call someone."

L said, "Your pride is going to get you in trouble, Light. Trust me on this. It would be better for you to get rid of it."

Light's stomach clenched and a chill ran from the base of his spine to his head, making his scalp prickle.

No, calm down. He still doesn't know anything. He's not faking his amnesia. He couldn't be faking it.

L said, "Are you sure there aren't any books about shinigami?"

Light breathed evenly, waiting for a too-close customer to pass, and then said, "There aren't nonfiction books, just fiction. For the biggest batch of it, see everything on the far wall with 'Bleach' on the spine. It has almost nothing to do with what you are, though."

Perhaps I should invest in a complete set up to the latest volume. It might keep him safely occupied while my attention is elsewhere. Yes, that's it. I need a great deal more distractions of every kind. Perhaps I can even turn him into an otaku.

Light ended up leaving with everything L had suggested, barely able to carry it, plus he arranged with a store manager to special-order a number of complete sets of the most time-consuming and addictive anime and manga he could think of. All would arrive in the mail soon. He briefly wondered if Near was monitoring his purchases and smiled at the thought of Near's confusion.

No clue could be drawn from a sudden surge in cake, anime, manga and books, but Near might waste a lot of time trying to figure it out. That would be positively delightful.

When they got home, L went on an hours-long reading binge, hanging the books and magazines in front of his face in that peculiar finger-and-thumb grip Light had become so familiar with. Light wanted to monitor L's reading, but that grip plus L's very large wings made it impossible to read over L's shoulder without being completely obvious about it.

L only stopped his binge three times. Once, for an additional sexual encounter in which L tried very much to be on top but failed. The second time, to get Light to call Misa and convince her to spend a few more days in Hawaii, and the third time, to point out an advertisement in one of the magazines that included a photo of Tokyo's skyline.

L's finger landed on a very familiar skyscraper nestled among the others and he said, "Light, what building is this?"

Light's heart skipped a beat.

No, he's not remembering, he's not remembering.

Light forced out a little laugh and said, "Oh, you must have seen that somewhere in our files? That's the headquarters you built. We lost the rights to use it years ago. It's currently tangled in a legal quagmire. Several companies all have conflicting ownership claims, plus it turns out the building severely violates zoning laws and would have to have major renovations before it could be legally occupied. However, since it's built like a bunker made to withstand a nuclear attack, remodeling it alone, besides paying the zoning fines and the legal fees, would probably be more than it's worth."

L mused, "So, it's empty?"

"Yes."

"We need to go there. Perhaps I will remember, or... or maybe my stash of additional data is there, or some clue to finding it."

Light said, "We searched everywhere. There's nothing. Watari erased it all. Besides, we can't get in. Securing the legal right to go in would take months at least and might cost us dearly by pulling us into the court proceedings. The building doesn't have electricity, so even if the equipment still works, we can't turn it on and get past the security measures."

L said, "I'm sure I could break a hole somewhere to enter. Perhaps I could pull off a door, or fly to the roof-"

"I draw the line at breaking and entering. That's a very serious crime and completely immoral."

"But it's my building," L said, "surely I can break into my own building if I want to? I don't see anything wrong with that."

"No!"

L pouted and said, "It isn't fair for you to limit my movements and my decisions. I can make you go. I could wait until night and then fly there, carrying you. You only have to be in the vicinity while I break in. You don't have to help if it makes you uncomfortable."

He's going to force this, isn't he? The bastard!

Light sighed and said, "If I can't convince you not to, then give me some time to scout out the area and get the proper supplies. It won't help you very much if we attract the cops and I get arrested."

"Then you'll get everything arranged as soon as possible?"

"Yes."

L sank back into his reading material, and Light began to have a very bad feeling that subtly intensified as time went on. It didn't help that L was apparently no longer bothering to sleep, lurking about. Every time Light woke up during the night, L was awake and doing something.

A/N (Author's Note):

I had intended to get more plot into this chapter, but as I wrote it out according to the outline, it ended up being much longer than I thought it would be, and so I've shunted some of that intended chapter 5 material to chapter 6 instead.

Yuri is a character that I don't see in Death Note fanfics very often, which kind of surprises me since Light leaves her alive with one of the most damning clues possible. It seems to me that if L had gotten his hands on Yuri at the right time, the entire case could easily go off in some direction other than canon. Since going off in some direction other than canon is the point of a lot of fanfiction, and since L would probably be considerably more likely to live if he got evidence from Yuri, this makes me wonder why Yuri doesn't get used in fanfics more often.
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