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For my heart I watch you kill you always have you always will�

-Lucky You // Deftones

9. The Virus in Me

Matsuda pulled the trigger while falling to the cold floor his other hand grabbing at his chest.

Abnormally glazed eyes stared unfocusedly at the lifeless body on the floor however no emotion consumed him. Seconds, possibly minutes had passed in which L felt nothing. His long eyelashes elegantly kissed one another and upon their parting and revealing the stark blackness underneath he almost screamed, finally feeling something. A unspeakable pain blossomed throughout his body and mind, splintering seamlessly along his perfectly distorted spine. L gasped closing ebony rimmed eyes in order not to lose any more of his fading concentration and refocus the situation. Keeping his eyes closed though was not an option as he felt a mass murderer�s killer soul had been renewed.
�I will be the one to kill you.� He smiled darkly. �I will bring the great L to his knees before me.� Words from a ghost, from a dream. L felt like broken glass, like his legs should not be capable of holding his weary body up; if he allowed himself to misstep and fall so would the very world beneath his feet. Nevertheless, it was as if he were fighting a protracted and slightly pointless battle; a battle to be ultimately lost. Because Light was the terribly intriguing demon captivating his faltering mind. His gestures, looks and words were laced with deceit, darkly screaming drink me when L knew even one sip could abort the beating of his heart. Yet his lips would wrap around that hot skin and defile it with sinful teeth in every chance he received. He almost wanted to speak those un-retractable words; nothing else matters, except Light, the �God� behind him.
Suddenly there was a cold thumb on his lips and his teeth automatically began nibbling relentlessly at it. Let him not forget the world and all the people in it, the fate of their lives weigh heavy on his shoulders. Tangled webs were easily weaved with such circumstances, and unfortunately he was not the spider.
Kira smiled. L could sense the upward turn of his lips, even through the agony dancing along his shoulder and spine and the psycho�s cockiness outraged him. A regular (possibly less rational) person might have turned on their heels and shook the teen demanding answers to answered questions. Like, what the hell is wrong with you or why did you kill Matsuda!? Except, L knew why. This outcome was not a farfetched one, Kira and a Death Note ultimately equaled death, many deaths. It was just a matter of when. The detective had hoped to stall this sick need of Light�s until after they�d defeated his Mother. Then again L was a skilled liar, had he truly hoped to stall Light or was he just infatuated with saving him from a fate he refused the teen to befall?

�You will kill me first then force my corpse to it�s knees?� Light grit his teeth, his eyes narrowing slightly at the mouth of the other man.

The detective�s sharp chin jutted out in response to the jarring dreams floating through his brain like old memories. He angled his head upward refusing to acknowledge the thoughts in his mind as he spoke with a slightly perilous edge to his voice, �What you did is unforgivable.� The sentence was delivered uneasily, his words coming out in short breathy spurts. He knew these words meant nothing, nothing more than a transition to the true conversation that lay beneath false sentences. Light laughed casually, totally unaware of L�s situation obviously too consumed with his own soul-sucking power. �Please L spare me your lies. I saved our lives.� To this the vampire blinked he�d always weaved his words together in a precise manner, feeling the majority of what he spoke had a purpose even if it was a lie, but this was not. It was an unforgivable act, he did not say to whom it was unforgivable, but unforgivable nonetheless. �It is not a lie and my life can not be saved by you.� So grim the detective spoke as he narrowed sleepless eyes at his counterpart.
�How can you judge me? You break the law to get what you want.� Correct, he would not deny this yet Kira must know deep down it was not the same thing. They were not one in the same nor would they ever be. If Light could not comprehend this his mind was truly twisted, drowning in the throes of a heartless murderer.
He wanted to fall back, sit somewhere, he wanted to retract everything that was happening because the situation he was in, the one that made him attracted to Light more each day made him hate himself with each passing minute. Why was he even attracted to what seemed to be such a wretched merciless person? But�no it was not all to be blamed on Light, the detective knew that. L was the virus brimming and boiling beneath his own skin, poisoning himself, his destruction was his own blood thirsty mind. He was the vampire destined to aid Light in bringing the earth to ruins if he couldn�t get his head on straight and he fucking couldn�t. He couldn�t and Light sensed that much. Matsuda�s death was proof of that. If he continued down this road there would be no one to blame but himself.
The depressing question that surrounding him all to quickly was this; was Light truly worth his absent soul?
�We are what we are��

And what exactly was he? L blinked not having an answer plausible enough to rid the subtle corrosion of his mind.

As the quietness dragged on Light stared at L�s back as if he�d repaired some broken bridge between them and L allowed his fingers to bite the skin of his palms as his hands became fists. �Light does not understand.�

�Oh I do. If I break the law it�s an inhuman Kira-like thing, if you do it is an amazing feat admired by all the world. Look at the faceless L, he caused twelve FBI agents to die, but he did so with the knowledge of knowing he would get his man.� L felt Light step closer to him his breath huffing out over L�s messy hair, his lips brushing against the disorderly spikes. Toxic kisses were pressed to his head filling his mind with the aching desire to push the body behind him underneath him, restrain him, and rape that virginal untouched sense of pride until it was shattered. To show Light he was nothing but human, nothing but L�s. �Well, you�ve got your man,� he heard the teen whisper into the black mane before his lips. Indeed. L often got what he wanted even when risking all that surrounding him. Childish war games. But if it was up to him he would always have this man. He would risk himself again and again to secure their chaotic relationship. There was no other person, no other man who could keep an eye on Kira like he could. No one was mentally equipped to attempt to contain a mass murderer such as this. Though he wasn�t sure if he would risk losing his soul if given the chance to do it over. Maybe. Possibly. Fear for a fallen future was imminent upon thoughts such a those. He closed his eyes and exhaled.
�Hmm.� The detective�s bright mind was slowly fleeting from coherent thought flickering on and off as the blinding pain in his shoulder infected his limbs. Light was still unaware of L�s injury, always searching for the next move, the next power play. There was no stopping or relaxing, no connecting between them both as long as the killer�s heart belonged to the death note.
L�s heart on the other hand felt defective and he sighed as his thumb glided over dry lips.

Casting his gaze downward to the floor once again he faintly blinked and breathed in stale air raggedly.
It was not enough that L�s human life was stripped from him and his soul corrupted but he wanted the love of a mass murderer who believed himself the worlds new messiah. This was truly disturbing.
�Hmm.� Did he even care that much anymore? Yes.
L was disconnected. Imprisoned in the middle of life and death, eternally.

��
That was the fate of a vampire, his fate. Breathe in death, exhale death. Oxygen was like shirt or socks, not needed for true survival, but� �Oh.� L felt strangely lightheaded, it was a feeling he�d forgotten because he hadn�t felt like this in years. The heavy head on his neck fell forward as liquid endless eyes gazed intensely at his shoulder. The amount of blood spilling from his body was interesting and he hadn�t noticed it until now. His body, mind, and skin became like black paint poured over an ivory canvas, impossible to see the white beneath; it was dark, dreary, and dead. Dead like him.
Without proper warning from his body, words were suddenly tumbling from his desiccated lips, bizarre sentences he was not in control of. Truly it was dream-like, as if confessing to an angel, a rather demonic un-saintly angel, but an angel nonetheless. �Light was drowning at first in the sea of my midnight coloured canvas, but now that it�s dry he walks upon it with bare feet. Black cracked paint turning to dust beneath his steps. The dust of skin, ashes of my life it follows him and turns into shredded papers, ripped promises that melt into a string of names twining around his ankles seeping into his veins, pulsing into his bloodstream until all that is left is Kira.� Light�s eyes slit almost closed smirking as he is seemingly amused and annoyed by L�s trance-like confession.

�Sleep-talking again L? It really doesn�t suit you.� The murderer blinked and stretched one long arm before him pointing at the spreading light that was painting its way across the dark floor.
�The Sun is rising.� The detective heard Light say and suddenly the teen was no longer behind him but hurriedly pulling curtains closed which made L shift shakily to steady his wobbly balance.

��kneel before me?�

Never. No never. He blinked his eyes focusing hard on a shiny candy wrapper.
-o-
The doorman crashed gracelessly to the sidewalk, a sickening thud resounded in his wake. Half of his heavy body was blocking the revolving door causing it to spasm back and forth stupidly. �If that�s not a clear enough message to stay the hell out of the building I don�t know what is.� Walking further into the hotel she removed her hood, gloves, and sunglasses. Thin pale vein-y fingers were quickly warmed as they ran across the surface of her leather pants. The sun seemed brighter today, brighter than any other she could recall. It was nice to feel the heat of it through her skin tight clothes. Mikami on the other hand frowned, a fringe of dark hair covering obsessed eyes as he moved forward like a well oiled machine with mechanic-like smoothness.

�How long have you been apart from humans?� He asked as an older couple reading the paper together eyeballed him over it�s crinkled surface. And of course why wouldn�t they stare; he was dead, beautiful but dead, etched with tiny corrugated veins that wrapped around his pale skin. He was the strange new people always talked about but never saw, never touched, like an alien. Mikami rolled his eyes and smiled a bit, he was sure the old couple hadn�t seen Lenore�s idea of a doorstop either if they had they would probably be long gone by now. Like it mattered, they would all be gone anyway and he sighed achingly searching for the missing piece that made him care.
�Don�t ask ridiculous questions.� She sneered gliding closer to her destination.

A hearty laugh escaped his lips and Lenore faltered in her movements looking back at him with wide accusing eyes. �People are not going to keep walking because they see a dead man in a revolving door they are going to ask questions, call the authorities.�

She waved her hand dismissively, �Let them do what they must.� The dark lawyer smiled mirthlessly one of his hands reaching out to touch the back of Lenore�s exposed neck as if he was the sun itself and his touch alone could utterly obliterate her.

�They will.� The vampiress twisted away from his touch approaching the check-in area with a vicious smile.
�May I help you?� Inquired a plump faced woman from behind the hotel desk.

�Not really.� Lenore answered, skillfully lunging forward and grabbing the woman by her neck then pulling it toward her mouth where she easily sunk her teeth in. Hot blood spilled messily into her mouth as she sucked greedily at the woman that scratched at her porcelain face. After the fighting ceased and the spasms stopped she released the body in her hands and watched it collide with the floor. �What room are they in?� She asked wiping the blood away from small lips. When the answer never came Lenore turned an irate face to the dark emptiness where her fledgling once stood and in his place was a path of dead bodies. �Mikami?�
Lifeless workers and patrons lay braided intricately like a beautifully woven blanket on the now bloody floor. �Well, he certainly wastes no time.� she smiled falsely. Lenore was slightly impressed by her followers quick ability to learn the ways of the dark vampire underworld in such a short time; she was more enraged. Lenore flipped the heavy hair off of her shoulder as she disappeared down the bloody hallway, following a grotesque version of the yellow bricked road that lay before her.
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Yellow, the colour of the Sun, the colour of warmth and happiness. The colour of the sweet slippery smooth butterscotch that lay cracked on the floor between the space of Matsuda�s neck and shoulder. The last thing L had given him, the last thing Matsuda had willingly accepted from his pale hands. L knew the agonizing pain of a heart attack, he knew and he remembered it well. It was something his acute brain refused to forget or surrender to the distant barely thought of memories of his mind. It wasn�t exactly the slow and excruciating death some psychos craved to bestow their victims, it wasn�t a swift escape from life either.
A heart attack was what he would describe as the perfect pain. A torment so riveting it flowed like liquid through the mind, making one believe it just might last forever. It anchored all thought, tearing you open wide enough to delete a peaceful death. His life did not flash before his eyes in this instance. The brain is simply rendered useless, captive only to the perfect pain.

He decided it was not constructive to think about Matsuda�s life ending in such a manner. While he was not completely overtaken by sorrow L did feel something for the too young detective, whose life was now just a memory. It was sadly a nicer kind of something compared to the pain that was now coursing through his body.

��that make me?�

Black eyes shifted back to the floor, intently studying the broken candy, cracked in thirds, with the exception of the microscopic sugary crumbs that lay beneath it. Never to be eaten. Never to be savored on the palate of one�s tongue. What a waste. Matsuda lay still, breath never to escape his unmoving lips. Death was nothing new to L, but somewhere in his hazy mind he realized how useless and troublesome it could be especially when the dead body was in his living room. A cruel thought, of course. Yet a very needed one. He imagined his thumb touching his lips because he was too tired to actually move it there. Matsuda only wanted to do what he thought was right, his life was taken for this. But what was right�? Nothing� Not even that broken candy. With immense effort L struggled against his closing eyelids, determined to keep them open and not fade to black. The vampire was losing.

�That makes you the devil.�

There was a warm body close behind him. This warmness was familiar and he thinks maybe this person was behind him the whole time, his whole life. But he couldn�t feel them before because they hadn�t met yet and now that they had the heat of their body burned into L, making itself memorable. It was not warm like happiness or butterscotch, but like hot blood going cold, coagulating. It was malicious and unforgiving. His vision was swaying and his thoughts were soon to follow. When he could no longer regain the normal balance he was used to L saw it fit for him to fall backwards where the face of the one who caught him and held tightly was exposed to his large ebony eyes.

��the devil.�

An angelic sight. Yet, smug, was the only way to describe the facial expression that had poisoned such a beautiful visage. The features of his nemesis were quickly erased drawing something much simpler etched with complexity. It was concern, fear, worry� anger? Rough hands were grabbing him, hurting him, pulling him to the floor or closer to themselves, he could not concentrate through all the yelling that was polluting his ears. It felt so much better to just close his tired eyes.

�Do you think God loves Satan?� He asked with a wicked smile. There was no answer from the lanky spindly man splayed crookedly against the wall before him. �Surely he must, He possesses love for the most immoral hearts. Satan can not love like this. I feel he is not capable.� The vampire detective made no movements or sounds at all, not even one to comment. The paler of the two continued to stare forward, swallowed by incomplete thought. �L�� L with his dark hair and even darker eyes turned his vision to Light for only a moment before turning away again. He was a man that possessed crushing emotions, emotions that had not yet been named by mankind. It was spoken through the way he moved, the way his fingers held things, how he sat, stood, and seldom blinked. It was the artistic way in which his lips revealed words and his back curved as is it was steel tortured by a sculptor demanding it to.
�Daylight,� started the crooked one, �is not unlike something I would�ve read about in a history book. Here I am trying to imagine every detail of it, how the sun glistens on a dewy leaf or flower petal, how it shades.� He sighed, gingerly touching the curtained window before him. �Five years have passed since I�ve seen the sun.� Dropping his hand away from the window he continued to stare stiffly forward. �The world is in ruins and so am I.� The ruin inside of the vampire was great, Light was sure. Possibly like finding an ancient city that had been terrorized by a wittier, more strategic, stronger civilization and all that was really left was rubble and sad stories.

�Boring.� L turned, staring at Light, the man who carried himself in such a perfect manner and he glared. �I�m sorry, did you wish to continue the speech of your contrite heart? L, ever depressed, you should write a book. It�s not like you ever appreciated the Sun anyway�� In a world such as this books quickly became an escape, something to embrace when all you saw was death. It was truth by deception, L would say, but Light as Kira couldn�t say he agreed exactly. Death was needed to cleanse the world of its sins. There was no deception in that. ��L, you chose this path� we are gods, the world is ours.�

�I have failed, failed mankind and myself.�

�What did you think would happen?� Light�s smile bore a strange and eerie resemblance to L�s. The detective covered his lips with his fingers slowly tracing them. Light licked his own lips as they stared at one another.

�I suppose I didn�t.� Removing his hand from his face he wrapped it around the thick curtains rope swiftly pulling it open. Light immediately fell to his knees shielding his precious perfect face but nothing happened. �Do not fear young one, night is upon us.� L laughed, it was like a gun to Light�s temple.

It took Light long enough to realize L had been shot, but he finally had. He draped the thinner man over his arms, quickly heading for his bedroom. The teen didn�t understand how this was an issue. �You�re a fucking vampire, I thought you were invincible!� But there seemed to be only one invincible body in this room and that was his. �This is fucking perfect.� He dropped his gaze to L�s lifeless looking face. You were supposed to turn me you bastard. �You better not die.�

Of course neither L nor Light knew if the detective would die. All they knew for sure was that the sun could certainly wipe L�s life out of existence, but a bullet�? �It wouldn�t make sense if this killed you and I would definitely be more than a little disappointed in you if it did.� He kept his eyes on the vampire in his arms and wanted to sneer but all he could do was stare. �L? Try to keep those things you call eyes open.� Did the stubborn detective listen? No! It seemed like he shut his eyes even tighter just to annoy him. Light kicked his door open practically sprinting over to the bed where he lay the injured man. Then he said something he thought he�d only hear in a song or romance movie, �I�m going to fix you�� And stupidly enough he meant it.
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Light was ready for the rage and the anger that was engraved on his heart to burst forward and do some serious damage. Why? Because if L died after he wasted who knows how many fucking hours trying to get a bullet out of that scrawny goddamned shoulder, then stop the bleeding, and wrap him up he was going to freaking lose it.
Miraculously Light hadn�t lost it, mostly because L was breathing, barely breathing but he was breathing. The crazy freak. �I should kill you.� He said halfheartedly to the barely alive body that lay so very still on his bed. Light�s eyes fluttered down to his bloody hands and he stared at them, blinked and kept staring. He never had someone�s blood on him. It was� strange. The red sticky substance was staining his skin, residing under his short fingernails, and trying to� seduce him. This was L�s blood on his hands, L�s. Amazingly enough it wasn�t him who caused injury to the detective either, yet the blood was still on his hands. He moved a finger gracefully to closed lips and kissed it wondering if he should open them. The thought didn�t last long as he enclosed the appendage safely between two lips, blanketed by his tongue then and only then did he suck it clean. �So L, this is what you taste like.� L of course did not answer, and Light was brought back to the realm of worry and confusion. He felt these feelings were beneath him, as if he should not care at all, but he did. Matsuda obviously hadn�t cared even though it was clear his feelings ran deep for the detective. Yet he shot anyway not caring who the bullet hit. Was this how people loved? Vindictively? Surely he would not execute the same emotions when it came to L. Ha, ha, ha. He already had. Almond eyes narrowed looking shut, almost like a badly stitched hole in a worn shirt. He better wash the blood off of his hands.
-o-
Despite the fatal outcome of the current situation he felt electric and starving for more. His heart a dry desert suckling from an evaporating stream, but the ocean was in his sights, only steps away. Light desired to bleed his justice over the helpless world and bring the people closer to peace, closer to him. The worlds new Saviour. The Earth�s future was destined to embrace him and his reign. Light could feel it, as if carved into an age old stone. This future, his future was surely written many years ago.
He stretched his fingers, closed the death note and put the pen he held down. With L safely tucked beneath piles of blankets and the blood scrubbed clean from his hands he�d finally gotten down to business. Light had written all the names he had stored on napkins and in his head onto the pages of his beloved notebook. This was a beginning to a beautiful day, until of course the detective woke up. Then all of his good deeds would be vandalized by L�s voice, marred like graffiti on a clean wall. L would not be appreciative in the least. But he would always have this moment all for himself, the moment where he knew he was one step closer to everything.
Though this colossal conquest was not enough for him, not with the state L was in. No, he needed the vampire, possibly more than the vampire needed him. It was an uncharted need, one he refused to explore. The more he examined L and his words, his eyes, the more imprisoned he became. If L would not change even while the world stepped in line at Kira�s command he would shatter. The detective would break at his command, under his concrete fists, and his� bruising lips. It would not be love as much as it would be ownership. Kira the master of L. So be it, the future was still L�s to decide or Kira�s to hijack. Either way he would not let the vampire go without a fight.
Light Yagami stared unkindly at the wiry detective tangled in blankets on his bed. He masked well known understanding as confusion not wanting to make sense of L or why the slighter man had stepped in front of him and acted as a frail shield for him. He chalked it up to L being pathetic and hopeless with nothing better to do than throw his life away. Which he knew was untrue, but it was a nice detouring thought nonetheless.
As for Matsuda he deserved to suffer much more than he had for what he�d done, for being so reckless. Light found little solace in the fact that the idiot�s death was inevitable. Yes, Light had killed him because Matsuda was a blasphemous sinner, he needed death, the man walked straight up to it and unknowingly begged for it. Did that imbecile not know what he was doing, touching L like that. The detective was rightfully-
�I�m surprised Light.� The young Yagami snorted at the shinigami who had the worst timing. �I gotta say I didn�t think you would go through with that.� Light bowed his head, his fingers intertwining nicely with each other. �So what made you do it?� Golden colored locks flung helplessly through the air as Light�s head was thrown back his voice emitting psychotic laughter, Ryuk stared. Love�hate�L made him do it. When his head was returned to it�s normal position he brushed the hair out of his eyes.

�Ryuk, I�m fighting a war. As anyone who goes into battle they enter with the word victory in mind. Why settle for anything less? Matsuda was going to kill me, did you just expect me to stand there and accept it? Did you expect me to die and never finish what I�ve started as Kira?�

�Nah but he didn�t know who you were until you showed him. You coulda just killed him with the hood on.� Who was this bastard to tell him how to do things.

�I�m going to become invincible, and not even you Ryuk will be able to claim my life.� The death god scratched his head and floated closer to L and Light his feet touching the bed.

�Okay. You know what I think? I think you killed Matsuda because he was touching L. Simple as that. He wasn�t going to kill you until he found out who you were.� Light quickly snapped his head in the shinigami�s direction, his face was like a deadly weapon and anyone who dare look upon it would have instantly been vaporized. Wasn�t the death god the one to suggest the murder of Matsuda in the first place!? �You think L is your property or something now that you two fucked? What will he think of you now that you are killing again?�

�Shut-up!�

�Ha, ha, ha. Ha, ha.� Ryuk could laugh all he wanted, Light didn�t care what the detective thought. There was no reason for him to, he would go through with his plan no matter what the outcome. Stopping was not an option, killing L if necessary was.
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�Yagami-kun, your mind is severely warped.� Lingered a small voice from what looked like just a pile of rumpled blankets and nothing more. Light grinned eyeing the messy bed and finding no other way to respond to this except with a healthy dose of mad laughter. It seemed fitting. When the sound finally faded and the only thing left in the room was silence Light turned his head and smiled at L, his eyes hidden behind his hair as he approached the detective.

�L.� He sat on the bed. �You lost a lot of blood.� It was his way of telling the investigator he was out of sorts and wasn�t exactly speaking sane, (Light�s brand of sane anyway).

�Yagami-kun look at me.� L paused waiting for the other to glance his way and when the younger one did he continued. �First of all, it is not my blood, and more importantly you killed Matsuda-�

�I had to!� Light�s emotion got the better of him as his face contorted into something vengeful and bitter. �Do you think he would have just walked out of here with only your stupid words to comfort him?�

�Words happen to be as powerful as your dear death note.� There was a peculiar smile on L�s face that only lasted a second before his features returned to the darkness. �Matsuda did not deserve death.� Light just stared at L as if he was insane for not understanding why he did what he did.

�It was either him or me.�

�Yet I am the one who got shot.� L sighed and pushed the hair out of his eyes. �Light can not continue to kill people.�
�You can not stop me.� Light stated, half frowning to himself. �What to do L?� He scooted closer to the wounded man. �Will you leave me by the wayside now?� With his hand running through his hair the other one went to L�s injured shoulder where he spread his palm and fingers across it smoothly. �Or will you accept the facts.� The large hand that covered the bandaged area of the detective squeezed just slightly making L wince in pain. �Accept me.�

�I can not.� L was more of a liar than him, had always been. For all Light knew this whole thing was a charade concocted straight from the deranged detectives mind. He knew they were not meant to trust each other, not fully. L would always cover his emotions in lies. Truth by deception.

�You can, you will. It was not a question, not a choice. Very soon I will become God of my new world.� L�s eyes hardened at this statement and Light removed his hand from him as the detective attempted to sit up. �Trust me L, I will.�

�I see. You can not be changed. That does not mean you can not be stopped.�

�Correction, I have been changed.� He smiled, �for the better.� He leaned over L placing his neck to the pale mans cold lips as he caressed long fingers through coal coloured hair coaxing the starving vampire to dine on him. �The future has already been written, so drink vampire, you need the blood.� L did not fight or argue as he opened his lips against familiar skin allowing his teeth to scrape Light�s neck tenderly as he slowly sunk into him, one of his hands was weakly holding Light�s head in place.

Mine, beat the thrum of L�s heart, and the pulsing of his veins. Light�s blood was his blood. His blood was Light�s. No one would be able to understand this the way L could.
The teen�s eyes closed, his own hand tightening in L�s hair as the detective tried to suck the very soul from him and he licked his lips feeling himself become hard from the thought. He hated L for doing this to him, hated the way L made him feel when their bodies touched. �Light-kun.� The spindly one breathed through the noisy obscene sucking sounds he made. Light pushed him away baring his own teeth as he quickly sat over the super sleuth pinning him to the bed.
His eyes had a cruel gleam to them as he placed his hands on either sides of the detectives face running his fingers over the velvety skin. �L.� One of his hands continued gliding downward until it surrounded the detective�s neck taking it prisoner. ��Like you like this�� was all Light could manage as he captured the other�s bloody mouth. L�s hips bucked beneath him and Light pushed back pressing him into the bed and keeping him there. The vampire licked his lips slowly placing his hand over the hand Light had on his neck which made the teen tighten his grip. It was electric and the position Light was in persuaded him to believe that everything else was secondary like nothing mattered except the man below him. He wanted badly to own L in some way, the way he felt L owned him with all the bruising bites he painted upon his skin. L was smirking up at him like he could read his thoughts which of course drove Light insane with rage. Before he truly knew what he was doing he was down biting at L�s neck with unsharpened blunt teeth making the detective yell in pain and maybe pleasure. L would be his, and everyone would know he was something not to be touched.
�God?� Light heard a confused voice question from the corner. �God� what are you doing!?�

A/N: Mikami noooo close your eyes, or join them! -has sniper rifle- What? -holds up gun- What this? This is just in case Mikami decides to join because ya know� my heart doesn�t have enough room for threesomes. Oh man, I know I suck for leaving you guys with that cliffhanger for so long. I am really sorry about that. I actually had this chapter written for some time now but I had a major surgery. Forgive me please my personal life is like a locomotive on a twisted track. Come join me for a ride�
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