Truth and Justice

Warnings for this chapter: Anal, WIP.
SPOILERS: All manga, all anime, L's true name, Another Note, Law and Right.

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Truth and Justice

Chapter 1: Escape

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If there was one thing that Yagami Light was in love with at the tender age of thirty, it was his husband. L Lawliet, the greatest detective the world had ever known.

Or maybe it was the way L looked at him, when they were tangled up in the sheets together, pushing each other up towards orgasm. Yeah, that was the best part of the marriage gig, even if there was no legal paperwork telling the world they were one.

There wasn't even any legal paperwork telling the world that they still lived. L Lawliet had been written off as a drowning case during a small flood in England when Quillish Wammy had found him and simply secreted him away in all the chaos. Light had learned all there was to know about the mysterious L in the last decade or so, and L had learned all there was to know about him in return.

The thing that made it the best, though, the absolute best, was how they had changed each other. They pulled down barriers that they each used to keep safe, to keep isolated, to keep others from seeing the darkness inside them.

But Light could see right through L, down to the core. He could see the dark, nasty things that had made him who he was, and he could see, at the very center of it all, the purity that drove him to be who he had become. Yagami Light knew everything about L. Even the things L hadn't known about himself.

Like those delightful sounds he would make, whenever Light put just the right sort of bite to his collar bone. Like the moan that lifted from L's lips when he was filled, when Light was taking him, whispering into his ear. Words of love, of adoration... and occasionally, when they were feeling a bit more adventurous, words that were a bit degrading.

Those words got the best reactions. From both of them, when their turns came. The accusations, the cruel words that lashed out at them from the mouth that at the same time provided such love, could cause lust and desire to swell up inside them.

It also reminded them how they came to be just where they were. Reminded them that, no matter what words were said, they were above it now. Better for it. And when everything was over and their bodies tangled in the sweaty aftermath, the touches were sweet and gentle, the warmth and thereness of each other was plenty enough to reassure them that the words had only been said in the spirit of sex.

And god, was the sex good.

Not that Light was capable of thinking anything at all as L rose above him, pushed so deep into him that he didn't think it would ever end. Until hips brushed against hips and he let out the breath he didn't know he'd been holding with a low moan.

"Every time is like the second, isn't it?" L whispered into his ear, chuckled when he saw the lazy smile rise on Light's lips.

"Just like it," Light replied, turning his face, digging one hand into L's hair as he took a kiss, his other hand sliding up L's side. The rhythm started slow, almost lazy. The kiss grew a bit sloppy when Light moved to slide a few kisses down L's jaw, only to let his head drop as a moan lifted from his lips.

"Found it," there was more than a little smugness in L's voice as he continued that lazy pace, watching as Light went from a relaxed, placid aroused to something a bit more needy. He shivered when his name made it into one of his lover's moans. "Again," he whispered as he sped up, just a little.

"L," the letter, the word, the name became a mantra, spilling from his lips with every moan. He couldn't stay still, not with that pleasure building inside him so steadily, almost painful. When he arched his back, L's hands slid down, lifting him up, and the pace slowed again. He let out a cry, his nails digging into L's shoulder, the other fisting in his hair.

Light couldn't even get the sound of L's name out anymore, too consumed by the pleasure bubbling up inside him, driving him quickly into that oblivion that would leave him both weak and happy. Then he was being held up by only one hand, and when the other closed around his length, his eyes fell shut and he found himself being thrown over the edge into the beautiful, sticky oblivion.

He loved the fact that, even through his own orgasm, he could feel L, he could feel the semen, spreading deep inside him. It drew another moan from him as he finally slid down from orgasm into afterglow. That, he decided, was his favorite part of being bottom.

The kisses weren't bad, either, or the way that L slid out of him, lowered him almost tenderly to the bed, settled on top of him. "I love you," L whispered softly, his face pressed to Light's.

"Mmm, I love you, too," Light nearly purred the words, tipping his head to the side, capturing L's lips in a kiss.

"Awwwwww, now isn't that cute?" Matt grinned at Mello, his hands on his hips.

"It's a shame we have to interrupt your happy little copulation, but there's a problem," Mello said cheerfully, snapping off a bite of chocolate.

Light wasn't quite sure who groaned, but he knew he was the one that spoke. "Important enough to interrupt really good sex?"

"Not quite," Mello chuckled darkly.

"Which is why we watched you finish up and are only interrupting now," Matt was entirely too cheerful for his own good.

It wasn't often that Light played bottom, after all. He had a seventy percent chance of suffering a panic attack within one month of it, so usually L took that role.

"This had better be good," L replied flatly.

"Oh, it's better than good. It's another Kira case," Mello broke into laughter when they both tried to sit up at once, knocking each other in the head.

"Near escaped from prison this morning. There's a manhunt going on, and his face is everywhere, but we're pretty sure he's already skipped country. He had this planned, and security has been beefed up around Lidner, but we all know how smart Near is," Matt announced easily.

"What we wanted to know," Mello said around a chunk of chocolate, "is if you wanted to team up for this one again."

"Yes," and the way they said it in unison had Matt and Mello laughing all over again.

"We'll let you get dressed now," Matt nudged Mello out of the doorway and shut the door behind him, chuckling as they both wandered out to the living room area.

Light sighed deeply. "Jackasses. They could have let us be for a while longer."

"It is a very important case," L pointed out, but there was more than a little reluctance in his voice.

They made it a point to lounge in bed for a moment longer before they finally got up, cleaning the worst of the mess off and pulling on fresh clothes.

"Wow, no limp," Matt grinned when Light and L entered the living room.

Light glowered at Matt as he lowered gingerly into a seat.

"Why don't we keep conversation on casework?" L suggested dryly as he crouched on the sofa next to Light.

"All right, then. We've got footage of Near's escape from prison. He had someone on the outside, we know that for sure, because they found his prison jumpsuit just a few blocks away," Mello explained. "He'll change his appearance enough to slip through the cracks, might have a few fake ID's. He would have abandoned the ones he used while he was at the orphanage."

"Of course," L agreed. "The question, then, becomes where is he going and why. He does not have access to a Death Note, unless Ryuk or another Shinigami has provided him with one."

"We've already stopped by, looked through the things that went into storage when he was imprisoned," Matt put in. "There was one thing, something he had logged in just one week ago."

"A little note he left for us all," Mello produced a piece of paper, sealed inside a plastic bag, and handed it over.

Light and L considered the piece of paper for a long moment, frowning a little.

"It looks perfectly normal, but that doesn't mean it isn't a piece of Death Note. Did you bring along hard copies of the footage with Near escaping?" Light asked aloud, opening the bag and reaching in, letting his finger brush against the paper. L did the same and closed the bag before accepting the disk Mello offered. They all turned towards the television while L set it up, got it rolling.

Light let out an explosive sigh when he saw that, in fact, Near was tailed by Ryuk as he left. "What I don't get is why Ryuk would give it to someone in prison -- someone who had already failed to last very long against us."

"Furthermore," L put in with a frown, "why would Near want us to know he has Ryuk with him? I'll bring up the Kira search algorithm, get it going again," he sighed deeply. He'd hoped that he wouldn't have to use it anymore. Especially against Near.

"You wrote a whole algorithm for that?" Matt snorted. "You coulda just use Google."

L smiled thinly. "I did. I modified their algorithm slightly for efficiency and hard coded the search terms, set it up to export to a file. I also made it to search through record databases by world governments, as opposed to searching the internet at large."

"Showoff," Matt muttered, sighing to himself as he pulled out the latest and greatest in handheld games, started it up. "Anyway, Mello and I have already seen this, but tracking a shinigami isn't any easier than tracking Near. It's not like there are a whole lot of people who can see it."

"Since we destroyed the notebook Lidner was using, we can assume that Ryuk got his hands on yet another spare notebook," Light sighed. "It's a shame he's not the type to fall in love."

L gave a soft hum in agreement as he watched the surveillance video, settled in next to Light and chewing on his thumb. "It is possible that he will be going to America to get Lidner. I suggest that we beat him there, get to Lidner before he does."

"You're the one with the aircraft, we stuck with boats," Mello grinned. "It was easier to smuggle with 'em."

"It had better be past tense," Light replied firmly.

"You really don't have the fatherly scolding tone down. If you wanna make us feel bad, you better work on it," Matt chuckled, grinning wildly as he beat the snot out of a particularly nasty boss.

"That's enough," L said absently, popping out the disk. "I'll let Watari know."

"I thought that old fart would have retired by now," Mello said with a raised eyebrow. "Isn't he something like eighty now?"

"Eighty-three," L confirmed, "and retired to working at Wammy's House. Light and I have asked Aiber to act as our Watari. He has agreed and has updated his skill set accordingly. He will be our pilot."

Light, meanwhile, was making the call on the other side of the room. When he finished, he came back, smiling faintly. "We've got an hour. I hope you two came prepared."

"As if we ever wouldn't," Matt nudged a pair of black duffels, tucked against the side of the sofa.

The hour was spent packing up what little they would need and making their way to the airport. They were passed through security and driven out to their runway. The jet itself was fairly small, but large enough for all of them and their things. Thirteen hours later, they would land the United States.

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A/N: And so begins a fresh fic! I hope this one will be as good as the last one, though I'm still shuffling a few ideas about the plot.