Read Between the Lines

His hands were balled into fists, crammed deep within his pockets. He kept his head down and watched people walk by rubbing at their arms or pulling mittens over their pink, numb digits. At a moment like this, he really couldn’t help but envy them as the wind blew his bangs in front of his eyes. Moving them away, he pinned them to his forehead as he surveyed the area for a temporary place of residence.

Pulling his shoulders closer to his body, he bent his head down and walked quickly towards the towering architecture up ahead to his right. Reaching a hand out, he wrapped thin fingers around the cold handle and pulled the great oak doors open. He felt relief as the warm, heater-bred air breezed over him and wandered deep within crevices of his cold soul. But the wrath of winter winds was beckoning again at his back and he stepped inside the doors to avoid them.

His eyes surveyed the scene before him. No one had looked up at his arrival as each individual was busy with their own business. The computers, marred by either yellow tags or nothing, were being pounded away by student’s checking their emails or finishing the last bits of their homework. The yellow labeled computers were probably meant to be for quick use. After all, a few students rotated after they had checked their emails and then would leave the computer for another twittering student’s use. Although, he was unsure how full that analysis was, it didn’t concern nor interest him.

Running a hand through his hair, L moved a black fragment from in front of his eyes and let it rustle quietly back into its messy place. His hand dropped quietly to his side and his eyes locked with a librarian’s as she watched him from behind the counter. L’s eyes examined her facial features quietly as a student approached her with books loaded in his arms. He briefly heard the young male clear his throat and the librarian squeaked an apology as she began scanning in his selections.

A young man passed him and muttered an ‘excuse me’ before pushing past the watching detective and out the door. L almost complained in astonishment, but the sound died on his lips as the bitter wind scratched at his body. He moved away from the door, rubbing his arm to keep warm, and walked through the scanners. Looking over his shoulder once, L slowly turned his gaze away from the retreating back of the young man. He pushed his hands into his pockets and his eyes met the young face of the librarian, who had irksomely gone back to watching him.

L shook his head and took the opportunity of another student crossing in front of him to take a few steps onto the stairway at his left. He stopped a few steps up, letting his hand gently graze the polished wooden handrail. Out of her sight, he contemplated the significance of spending his evening here. Of course, his evening would be better spent at headquarters where he could work more on the Kira case with all the privacy it called to itself. But he wasn’t inhuman, and he didn’t feel like wandering around in the cold when he was sure that if it were to rain right now the Kanto area would get its first winter snowfall.

He sighed deeply and continued up the steps. It couldn’t hurt to spend at least some time in here. As it was, he was sure that the others were all on the case since this morning when he greeted Matsuda’s enthusiastic call for a good morning with a mere nod to his existence. The happy face swimming before his memory made him wonder why he even went to school today. He was sure Soichiro Yagami was a fine police officer and capable of heading the investigation in his current absence, but that didn’t mean he would prefer leaving him in charge.

Something clicked in his mind and he remembered why he had come to school that morning. Light seemed to be stressed, and he couldn’t help but let a small smile play on his lips at the thought.

A girl walking down the stairs turned back to look at him in question, but the smile was gone and she went back to her business. Most people would in her stead, it was always the same. Almost as if we were all made of the same model of curiosity that bid us to turn and look, and a sense of duty that called us back to our own current situations. He walked upstairs.

Yes, Light seemed to be stressed more recently. Naturally, stress can cause a person to become unguarded and highly likely to say something they would naturally refrain from telling. Granted some of the comments most likely to be made were sarcasm and out of anger, but Light was hardly likely to slip up in that sense. If anything, he would calmly say something and realize too late that he just signed his own death warrant. That was why L had come today; that was what L was doing back at school instead of working on his case.

L slipped between two bookshelves labeled vaguely as History and left the books alone as colored spines with black strokes that indicated titles. He stopped short and wondered his finger over one of the novels before pulling it out. Jack the Ripper— always an interesting case to look at, a sort of infamous ‘the one who got away’. He could hear a song playing in the back of his mind, but the words were faint syllables and he couldn’t place where he heard it.

Perhaps he should look through the book; a sort of hostile curiosity seizing his brain relentlessly. Ah. He’d forgotten what it meant to be a student; the constant pitfalls of distraction looming around every corner, calling one’s attention from the boring aspects of one class or other. This he didn’t miss. But, if only for the Kira case alone, he would be willing to attempt to stick To-Oh University out for a while.

Kira. Jack the Ripper. The similarities in the choice of name assigned them was uncanny. Most unidentified people are known as John or Jane Does of some shape or form. But Kira and Jack the Ripper were titles. He was interested why. The media may have assigned Jack the Ripper his name, but the police and he assigned their killer the name Kira. L potentially hoped this would drive his killer insane. After all, a man who thinks he is doing justice to the world through killing will be highly resistant to the title Kira, a playoff of the English word killer.

He let the novel slide back into its place. He didn’t much feel like reading another case that had been unsolved. His was still under way and he was going to ensnare his killer unlike the London police force. Letting his index finger gently graze the spine, L walked past the bookshelf and turned left around the corner. The back of the bookshelves didn’t have labels indicating their subject, supposedly expecting students to look for subjects upon entering the room.

At the end of the hall, L stepped through the high arch doorway and walked up steps that turned in half circles to the next floor. He stared blankly at the bookshelves lining the wall and his eyes followed suit to the high ceiling looming over his head. The area was quite spacious and rather gorgeous in its gothic architecture, but the room didn’t suit his liking. As spacious as his room was at home, he preferred space if it were full of solitude. Here everyone could become as nosy as they would like and he had a habit of noticing when someone was spying on what he was up to.

He walked through the room to the other doorway and peered over the next set of steps leading back down. Not necessarily where he wanted to go… His eyes followed the path ahead of him and he continued along the floor he was on.

The next room was more crammed full of bookshelves and he set about trying to find a place to sit down. He was no longer accustomed to wearing shoes if he could avoid it and he wiggled his toes against the binding fabric. It wasn’t like he couldn’t handle the strange looks, but it was his nature to be inconspicuous and a man carrying his own shoes around is more noticeable than a man who sits with his shoes lying at his feet rather than on.

“Ryuga?”

He walked a few steps further and wrapped pale fingers around the edge of the bookshelf before peering around. He was surprised to see Light stand up from behind a desk and quietly applauded the young man for being able to see him in between the small shelving.

“I was taking a break from staring at the text,” Light offered to L’s inquisitive gaze, and L surveyed the organized piles of textbooks and papers around where Light had been. He looked up as Light spoke again, “What are you doing here anyway?”

The note in Light’s voice hinted that he hoped he wasn’t being followed again. A few times he had already hinted his discomfort with L following him around as a suspect and generally not trusting him. A few more times, Light had come back to headquarters only to realize L had never actually lost track of his whereabouts. He had been morally outraged at his belongings being bugged, but no matter what he said he could not get L to debug his items and he couldn’t possibly find them all.

L watched his face in thought before replying, “I came in here to avoid the cold.”

Light laughed a bit. “Then you’re not going to like it here. The air conditioner keeps kicking on every once in a while and the room gets cold.”

“You’ll be fine.” L sank into the seat across from Light and the youth watched him bring his feet up onto the edge of his chair before sitting himself.

“I wasn’t worried about me,” he stated, straightening a pile of papers he only just noticed had begun to fall, “My clothes are good enough to keep me warm. You, however, have nothing but a shirt and jeans and aren’t even wearing your shoes.”

L decided the last edition was a guess based on his habits. “You have nothing to worry about.” L reached across the table and pulled out Light’s anatomy textbook. Light looked up, wondering why L didn’t have his own textbooks on him and decided it didn’t hurt for him to borrow the textbook from Light since they were in the same classes… since they shared ALL the same classes. He couldn’t help but think to himself for the umpteenth time that he was not Kira. Sighing, he rested a cheek on his hand as he flipped through his Law and Society course notes.

L’s finger drifted across the page and Light watched him for a minute. Intrigued by the young detective, with a finger in his mouth and leaning over his knees. Black eyes grazed the surface and L turned the page. He looked up at Light suddenly and startled the teen out of his thoughts.

“What exactly should I be studying for this final?” his finger tapped the page in suggestion.

Well, if you came to class more often… “The final is going to range over the whole course, Ryuga.” He handed over the set of notes he had taken for the class, “You may want to consider putting a good amount of effort into studying these next two days if you want to pass.”

“When did you start?” he asked around his index finger, flipping a page of the finely printed text.

“I started two weeks ago, because I have to study for my final next Wednesday in Anatomy too.”

L nodded slowly and began chewing on his finger. Light watched him in curiosity before pulling out his cell phone. He held it in the air and moved it around until he finally got a signal, however small, on the technology. Opening the contents on the phone, Light checked to see if he had any messages and found one text message.

‘Dinner @ 10. Mother wants home by 9. Will be late. Love, Dad.’ Light smiled. He wouldn’t respond to it, but all he was required to do was tell his mother. His father already knew his son would check the phone just to see if anyone had called about anything.

Stuffing the phone into his pant pocket, he leaned back into his chair and stretched. His arms reached in the air as he stifled a yawn that threatened to break the silent, study atmosphere. Repositioning himself, Light flipped loosely through a few of his notes. He was maybe a third through them already. The test was in a week and he found he was stressed. It wasn’t that he feared failing the test, rather he was just feeling pressed from all sides by his studying and the Kira case just threatened to be the straw for the camel’s back. But he wasn’t going to give up the potential the case held for experience. It would look better in future career employments if he could put down that he worked on apprehending the mass murderer known as Kira. Although… who would sign off on that? Certainly L would go straight back to his dark corner of existence as soon as he had wrapped up the Kira case… One of his dad’s associates then, he guessed.

He went back to reading his notes with all the dedication he prided himself on in his education. It pleased him to know that the words on the page were mostly coming from memory now rather than from the page itself. Pulling out a folder from his shoulder bag, Light removed the handout of the midterm that the students had received back. He looked at the top page and smiled at the 60/60 scrawled across the top of the first page.

His eyes settled on the first question which he read to himself. He covered the answers with an extra sheet of paper and wrote his own response to the question down. Moving to the second question, Light read the answer to the first and then repeated his method of guess and check.

L flat out read what Light had written and dealt with the ideal that what initially sticks sticks and that he needed to concentrate on just getting through the notes today. After finishing them, he could then remain in thoughts about them for the next day in which he could reread the notes. Before the test then, he needed to read the note set at least ten times to make sure it stuck. He nibbled on the tip of his finger. That would have to do, since he needed to be able to spend most of his time on his paying job rather than his extra schooling.

“Light…” L didn’t look up from the notes, but turned the page carefully between index and middle finger with all the delicacy of a man handling a potential bomb.

“Hm?” Light finished writing his answer and finally looked at the man hunched across the table.

“We have the psychology final tomorrow.”

Light laughed, “I’m not sure if you’re asking me a question, Ryuga. But, yes, we have the psychology midterm tomorrow in the Chem Library.”

Reaching into his bag, Light pulled out the notes. He paused before handing them over to L’s outstretched hand, “Maybe we could help each other out…”

L finally tore his gaze away from the Law and Society notes. He was going to have to minimally study the Law and Society notes now and focus on Psychology. An all-nighter. He was not going to have any time for the Kira case in these next few days then… He acknowledged his trust in Watari and let the subject go; forcing his attention back to the young man in front of him.

Deciding he wasn’t going to get any more of an answer than that, Light continued, “We could quiz each other on the midterm. I have flash cards to cover the questions that appeared and the subjects that have yet appeared on any test. We can take turns reading each other questions…”

L studied Light’s face for a solitary minute before he finally answered, “Yes, I suppose that it would be wise to borrow studying techniques from Light with how well he does on tests.”

“You do well yourself, Ryuga! I’ve never had this much competition in high school.”

“Ah well, I do need to study too.” He slipped clumsily out of his chair and slid into the seat at the corner next to Light.

“Okay,” Light pulled out a set of study cards from the side pouch of his black, shoulder bag. He divided the pile as evenly as he could and shuffled them. He remembered a math problem from high school that determined the best amount of times to shuffle a regular deck of playing cards was seven times. Granted he had more than 52 cards threatening to spill from his hands, but he shuffled it seven times anyway.

Placing the cards in the middle of the table with the questions face up, Light drew a card from the top of the deck. He cleared his throat and began, “Question 1, what—? Before we start,” he shifted his attention, “I just want to make it clear it’s not helpful to look at the bottom of the card as I draw it.”

“Too late.” L admitted, and Light sighed as he slid the card a fourth of the way into the deck.

“If we draw the card towards our bodies at a slant, then we can avoid having the other person see the back of the card.”

“Agreed.”

“Okay,” Light withdrew the top-most card from the pile, “Question 1, what is a cultural psychologist’s main focus?”

“Psychology.”

“Ryuga!” Light exclaimed in exasperation. A smile twitched at the corner of L’s lips and Light ran a hand threw his brown bangs in frustration. L really needed to work on those social skills of his sometime.

“A cultural psychologist studies the way a culture affects the human behavior by looking at factors such as how one’s parents disciplined them or the foods they eat.”

Light was looking at L, but all he could see was the faint shadow of L leaning before a blue screen spooning yogurt down his mouth. How would food affect L’s behavior? It certainly didn’t make him much of a pleasant conversationalist or bubbly. Was he an odd ball to how normal people would react on a diet consisting of treats? He had to be! Most people didn’t have the metabolism to remain as fit as L if they were to ingest all that he did.

“Light.” His attention came back to the current L before him holding a card.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Light smiled, “I was just thinking. What was the question?”

He leaned closer as L repeated the question for the fourth time, “Many nerves are white because…?”

Light thought about what he had read in his textbook and answered slowly, “They contain axons coated with myelin.”

L flipped over the card, “Correct.” He placed it to the side of the table.

“What is a social phobia?” Light chuckled inwardly, finding it ironic that the social recluse sitting next to him should get a question about social phobias. The only difference existed where L chose to refrain from being in social environments for the sake of discretion, not because people terrified him.

“A fear of situations in which a person can be observed, embarrassed, evaluated, or humiliated by other people.” L had slid a card over to himself as he answered and he flipped it upright to look at its content.

“What causes differences in sex drive?” He put bluntly.

“Uh,” Light was taken back by the question. He had studied with his mother only the day before and she had been embarrassed by the sex questions. Most people he studied with could never ask without the implication that they were asking intimate questions. Light would prefer they did and he himself stopped getting embarrassed when he reached second year in high school. But he never realized he could be shaken by someone not being embarrassed, perhaps this was why his study partners in sex education would blush furiously whenever he asked a question…

Light went to apologize, but found it a mistake to look into L’s eyes. The black gaze was intense upon his face, studying his features and watching every subtle detail; Light swallowed the lump in his throat and shifted in his chair. He looked down at the open Law and Society textbook before him, before answering meekly, “Attitudes towards sex, sexual experience, recency of sexual activity, and physical factors.”

L cupped his hand around his ear, “You need to speak louder, Mr. Yagami.”

“I-I answered the question correctly!” Light’s heart beat faster in his chest and he nearly jumped out of chair to snatch the next card from the pile. “What is perplexing about sudden murderers?”

“They are like you.”

“W-What?”

“Except right now of course.”

“You’re not back on this Kira streak are you? Look, L—“

“Ryuga.”

“Ryuga,” Light conceded, “I’m not Kira. I may have qualities you are attributing to Kira, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that I am. I’m a normal college student, who gets stressed and overwhelmed as finals come up and—“

“There have been more killings recently.” L acknowledged out loud, running a finger under his nose to itch. He leaned back in the chair and it occurred to Light why he just said that.

His hand shot out and he pulled the chair back to the floor by dragging L down to face him. “I have not done anything wrong! You know I’ve been busy with studying this whole time—“

“And possibly more. Kira would agree with you that he had not done something more.”

“Oh my God…” Light tangled his hands in his hair and held tightly to his head, “I’m not Kira and, quite frankly, I’m getting tired of hearing that suspicion. What do I have to do to prove it to you?”

“Nothing. I told you already, if you are not Kira then your name will clear itself in good time.”

Light bit his lip as hot tears burned in his eyes. He was not going to cry in frustration. What was wrong with him? Just a few minutes ago he had been fine and dandy, but then L came along… He growled. Last time he EVER studied with the man again; this was far too frustrating.

“They are usually gentle, quiet, good-natured people who have repressed feelings.”

Light was happy to see L was back on track to their studying, but it still didn’t make him hope bitterly that L would fail the final. He probably wouldn’t, but one can wish. He took the opportunity to wipe his eyes when he noticed L’s watchful eyes were upon the ceiling. “Good.”

“Name the four phases of sexual response?” How ever did he get two sexual questions in a row?! Light sighed in frustration and L lowered his eyes down onto him temporarily. “Problem? I can retrieve another question.”

“No. This is part of the course too.” Light admitted. L watched him as Light thought about the questions aloud. He had answered the question, but now he was focused on describing what took place during the excitement phase, the plateau phase, orgasm, and finally, resolution.

It was strange. Since the opportunity to lock Light in a jail and examine whether the murders continued to progress, Light had suddenly become… different. His conclusions in the cell were completely illogical. Matsuda’s point that even Light Yagami had to be breaking down in the cell after a week of being locked away made sense. But so did Light being Kira.

He closed his eyes as Light pulled out his textbook to check his definitions. Even Misa had gone through a sudden change when she was in the cell. One day calling for death and the next not even remembering being told of being under suspicion of being the second Kira. L didn’t know what to make of the situation; something was missing and he couldn’t place a finger on it. In fact, the percentage of determination of Light indeed being Kira was slipping through his fingers and he could feel himself trying to grope onto the loose sands of thought.

“I have a headache…” L muttered quietly, keeping his eyes closed with his head facing the ceiling.

“It’s always a good idea to snack and keep yourself hydrated while studying.” Light fished for a water bottle in his backpack and came back up with an empty plastic bottle. He looked up at L, “You want me to go and buy us something to drink? I could use something myself.”

L didn’t say anything, so Light made the decision himself, “Okay, I’ll be right back, Ryuga.”

He opened one eye and briefly saw Light walk out of his line of sight. Maybe he should admit the possibility that Light was not Kira, but completely obliterating him as a suspect seemed off-limits. That would be a dangerous choice. He needed to remain on guard or Kira would come out with the upper hand in this dangerous, psychological game of cat and mouse.

Turning in his chair, L peered over the seat with a suspicious glance towards the direction Light had left. He would continue trying to break Light into submission then. If he wasn’t Kira, it was as he said; Light should be fine and probably just extremely frustrated. Standing up, he stretched his legs as he wandered over to Light’s chair.

Squatting down, he lifted the medium bag and started flipping through papers. What he was searching for he wasn’t sure. The likely hood that Kira would make such a mistake as carry proof of who he was on him was very slim. At least, carrying it in something that wasn’t going to be on him at all times was nonsense. But perhaps…

If Light Yagami had suddenly gone through a change, then maybe he forgot who he was? It seemed shaky, but L was determined to find that proof that had a small margin of existing in his bag. He pulled out a sheet and briefly read over the outline to Light’s psychology project. Shoving it back in the bag, L peered into the small pouches of the bag wondering if there were any hidden compartments. Perfectly possible. In fact, with Kira’s nature and ability to elude the police, the possibility was very likely.

“What are you doing?” Light asked, and L covered his surprise by jerking his head up to face the young man.

“You said snack…”

“Ah.” Light’s face relaxed into a smile, “Wrong pouch, Ryuga.”

Placing the two cold cans on the table, Light bent down next to L as he fished a snack out of one of his side pockets. “Here,” he handed L a Sweet and Salty Bar. L stared at its wrapper for a few seconds before turning it over in his hand, “Or maybe…” Light handed him a pouch of sweet-coated crackers. “They won’t be salty at all.”

L stood up with it and stared chewing at the corner of the plastic as he walked back to his seat. Light watched him with a smile on his face and he held onto the Sweet and Salty Bar; L had strange methods of interacting with others. Shutting the pouch, he sat back down into his seat.

“Ready to go on?” he asked, watching L chew the corner off one of the crackers in test. He seemed satisfied with the taste and he finished the cracker in two bites.

“Next question.” L verified.

“Among men, what is the ratio of being homosexual?” At least, it wasn’t Light’s question this time. He looked into L’s eyes.

“Roughly 4%.”

“In ratio, Ryuga.” Light gently admonished him.

L thought about it for a minute, “1 in…” he made sure his math was correct again, “25.”

“Correct.” Light smiled happily and unwrapped his snack bar as L pulled the next card off the top of the pile. He was still chewing on a cracker while examining the card though, so Light took the opportunity to ask him another question. After all, he had had more of a chance to study anyway.

“Studies have showed what about fetishists? I swear not all these questions are sexual…” Light admitted with a shy smile at L.

He merely nodded and answered, “They have poor social skills, isolate themselves, and are less likely to be intimate. Can we go over that section…?”

Light looked up from reading the back of the card, surprised. “How come?”

L stared him straight in the eyes, “I have been out of class for the last two weeks. I honestly need to brush up my other sections too, but since we seem to be stuck on this topic…”

“I do swear this is all coincidental.” Light genuinely guaranteed.

“I believe you.” L consented.

Light smiled relieved, “Alright,” he pulled the book from his pile and began searching through the index, “Page… 518.”

L watched between the shelves and wondered why no other student was in here. Propping his head on his palm, he watched between his ring and pinky finger. Nothing happened. Maybe everyone was at home studying then and hadn’t come to the library like Light had. Light’s method honestly made more sense; this gave him the required amount of silence he needed and a well-lit, less-distracting atmosphere.

Light took a second bite from his bar and chewed it quietly until he finally swallowed it. He began reading the introduction paragraph to the chapter, but quietly halted himself at the end of the second sentence. “It probably would be more beneficial, Ryuga, if you were to take notes as I read aloud. That way you’ll get the active engagement needed for memorizing.”

Again L nodded to let him know that he had heard, but he did not move to retrieve paper. Light turned the book at an angle to force L to participate in some sort of engagement. If he wasn’t going to take notes, then it would be beneficial for him to read it himself. L didn’t seem to mind the arrangement, only briefly looking up at Light to figure out why he would move the book at all.

He started reading as Light pulled out a notebook. Flipping open to halfway through the book, Light began searching around for his pencil until he remembered he had placed it behind his ear. Putting the tip of the pencil against the page, he sighed when the lead broke off easily. Pressing the eraser in, Light brought up the next small segment of graphite and began reading the text. A sigh escaped his lips as L flipped the first page, but he didn’t complain. He was sure he had this stuff down anyway, it was just a matter now of memorizing.

Light was briefly reminded of when he had been chained to L. The ability to coexist with this man seemed nearly impossible for someone not accustomed to being patient and Light remembered Hideki Ide. He placed a hand on his forehead as yet again L turned a page Light wasn’t done reading.

Instead he shifted his gaze towards the beads of sweat building up on the can of green tea Light had brought back for L. Unlike his, which was half way gone now, L’s had yet to be touched. He stared at the can a little longer and it occurred to him why L had yet to touch it.

“I forgot the sugar!” he exclaimed rather loudly and L looked up at him, his brows arching under his hair. L followed his line of sight when he failed to answer right away. “Would you like me to go get some? I’m sorry, that absolutely slipped my mind.”

“Yes, but don’t worry about it.” L went back to reading the book, pulling the book directly in front of him. Light drew his Anatomy book out in front of him again and began to study chapter 32 once more. They hadn’t actually covered that topic in class, but Light was interested in finishing the human anatomy anyway.

L nipped the tip of his thumb in thought. Light was cute. And the thought disrupted his whole train of thought. He wasn’t quite sure what he had just read in the text, but he needed to reexamine the subsection again. Flipping to the last page, L started again on his path and forced his mind to focus on the text.

He was maybe three or four pages later into the text when he was distracted again. It took him a while to realize it, but he had stopped reading and was watching the brunette out of the corner of his vision. What was the last thing he had read? The physical response to sex— er, maybe he should refrain from going back there.

But it was frustrating. He kept finding that his attention would wander off on thoughts of Light or he would start watching him instead of reading. One time he almost asked Light to leave, but he remembered last minute that they were not at headquarters and he would have no back up reason to make the younger man leave. He blamed himself for his inability to concentrate.

It was about all he could take when he recalled what Light had looked like naked. He nearly buried his face completely into the text and Light smiled at the mistaken identity of devotion. L wished his cheeks would stop burning. It was accidental! Light had screamed because he slipped on the bottom of the tub and of course L’s nerves, being on end, had told him to see if he was okay. He shook slightly as he refrained from bashing his head repeatedly into the book. That would get him nowhere for starters and he could hardly explain that phenomenon away either.

“Light…” a thought occurred to him, if his mind kept going to Light then perhaps if Light studied with him… “I don’t understand.” Far from the truth, but it would get Light to help him and thus pull him into studying with him. It was a beneficial, symbiotic relation. L would be able to focus on Light and the subject at the same time and Light would get to go back to studying tomorrow’s final.

“What don’t you understand?” Light placed a bookmark back into the anatomy book and moved it on top of his book pile. He leaned forward on his elbows to see what L was staring at.

L removed his thumb from the tip of his teeth and tapped his index finger on the book. “Let’s start here.”

“Alright.”

Light and L leaned close together and studied over the text of the book, L asking questions for Light to answer. For a good half hour, Light and L covered a vast amount of the sexual aspects of the human mind. Light smiled triumphantly. He had never had a study partner as good as L before. The questions he asked did not only stay relevant to the book itself. He drew in questions that the text itself didn’t even cover and gave Light something to think about.

L stopped before letting the green tea beverage run down his throat. He placed it back on the table and flipped the book back to the beginning of the sex section.

“Hey!” Light complained, jumping back from the pages that almost smacked him in the face.

“I didn’t cover this,” L admitted, “I had stopped paying attention to what I was reading at this point. Also, you didn’t cover it either.”

“I suppose…” Light dropped his hands onto the table, “A little warning though would’ve been nice.”

L nodded and turned back to the first page. “Don’t read to me.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll have to be in it just as much as I am.” Light grinned.

“Amen.”

Light and L started engaging the text for key points and terminology that appeared in the pages; reading full sections in the text before discussing it or trying to explain what it meant. L seemed particularly fascinated in what it meant to people themselves and how it connected to people’s motivations. Light was fascinated to be getting tidbits about old cases and how psychology actually applied to the investigative field.

L was rereading a passage out loud from another book to define a word that was not covered explicitly. Light held the dictionary in front of him and read off its definition. He sighed as L made an excellent point about how useless dictionaries actually were.

“Well, you can’t define a term using the same term, Ryuga.”

“The authors use bigger words then for another reason besides making their dictionary look better? It is always the more complexly explained dictionaries that are known as the best even though you have to look up two or three more words to fully understand what they are saying.”

Light gave him a sympathetic smile. He had always felt the same way, but then dictionaries were still helpful in the end. Without them, what would one do if their mother, father, teachers, and peers didn’t know what a word meant? That was why he’d bought one in the end anyway.

A strand of dark hair fell in front of his face. Light looked up to see L up on the table, crouching over the textbook to read over what Light was looking up. Their faces were so close now, but then… if he hadn’t looked up then they would be further away… Huh… That didn’t make sense.

Light swallowed as L’s hand found its way to his shoulder to keep him from falling off the table. He could feel the older man’s breath on his face and the smell itself was sweetly intoxicating, like the open end of a beer bottle that he had once found on his father’s table. He wanted to drink from it then and this time there would be no one to watch if he did…

His heart leapt at the thought and he wondered if there was any accidental way he could knock L from his stance. Light began to read the definition aloud, realizing that L was being kept too long and that was probably why he was up on the table now. An idea flickered through his mind of L on the table and Light’s voice stumbled over the next three words; impossibly trying to connect them into one nice, even if sloppy, word.

L’s eyes moved to his face in wonder. And Light imagined being pinned to his seat by the cold, mysterious figure above him. “Are you okay?” Light wondered if he imagined the purr. Why did he have to be smart with an imagination? He didn’t know how many times his overactive imagination got him in trouble in elementary school. But then he had to acknowledge that that imagination was what would probably help him out in a detective field of work.

“I m-must be fatigued that’s all.” Light finally found audible words that didn’t sound foreign to his mind, even if they still felt foreign upon his tongue.

L’s eyes penetrated the brown depths and Light felt his breath hitch in his throat. He desperately tried to tear it out, but his brain failed to register which command was breathe. L leaned closer and Light felt the heat dance tantalizingly upon his upper lip. His mouth trembled slightly.

“You look cute when fatigued then.” L slowly moved his other hand from the table and wrapped his fingers in light brown locks.

“W-What?!”

Their lips gently met and Light choked on the breath that his lungs tried to borrow from the older detective’s mouth. He could taste the sweetness as L’s tongue ran against the back of his teeth and their saliva pooled into his mouth. Light swallowed and his tongue timidly ran against the bottom of L’s.

But L kept his tongue dancing upon the ridge of Light’s upper gum. He didn’t want to move too fast just yet. There was a good chance that he could spook the boy in his grasp and he didn’t want Light to flee from him. He had wanted to do this for a while now; to create a bond between the two that might make Light slip up further. The boy was a teenager and, from what he heard of Soichiro’s and Matsuda’s conversation, he was still a virgin too. Sex was a powerful weapon and he was hardly going to shy from it.

Then… the initial plan had altered. His feelings had started to slip in between the equation and a couple of times he had to correct himself. He had never before mixed his personal feelings with his job, but, just as he had planned to bridge a gap between them, he had bridged those lines too.

So was it okay to have sexual interactions with a potential suspect?

He couldn’t prove it. He had no strong, reliable proof of Light’s role as Kira. All he had was a couple of points that would never quite connect unless Light slipped up. No, Kira. He was supposed to be accepting that Light may very well have been possessed by Kira. His ideas on the case had all gone to hell after locking up his two most promising suspects and now nothing seemed right. He could barely piece any idea together without it dissolving in his grasp like cotton candy does upon the tongue. Everything had gone fickle.

So should he act as if Light was not Kira then? Should he act how he felt?

It couldn’t hurt. If Light was not Kira, then this could go as far as it saw fit. If Light was Kira, then he might slip up with him. He doubted it. Kira would hardly slip up from intimate contact with another person, much less the man who was hunting him down. He was too smart to slip up over something like this.

And with his feelings as they were, would L be okay if Light was Kira?

He couldn’t figure out how his emotions would interfere with him if Light were to end up being Kira. He loved Light Yagami. If Light were Kira, he would have no falter in that emotion. But he would be devastated… right? Would that cause him to intervene with the investigation to save Kira? Or would he condemn the man he loved possibly to his death?

His thoughts were slipping through like sand and L wondered who he was becoming. He had no hold on anything; not this case, not his own life. And his mind fastened to Light. The only hold he had right now was on the man who was leaning into the kiss before him. He wanted to hold onto that.

Tightening his fingers, L pushed his lips more firmly upon Light’s and engaged the other man’s tongue. He shifted slightly to rebalance himself, but his foot slid out from under him on a stray piece of paper. L crashed into Light and the chair tipped over to crash upon the floor.

L remained fastened upon Light’s shirt; his hands now curled in the white fabric of his button down as he wrapped his lips over Light’s. The young man carefully moved his arms to wrap them around L’s neck and pull him closer down on top of him. Leaving one hand there, Light wondered if it was okay as his hand wandered towards the rim of the detective’s pants. It was well worth a shot.

Light gently pressured the button out of its hole and L’s fingers twitched slightly in the folds of his shirt. Pausing, Light waited to see how else L would react. Getting nothing more than what he writ off as initial surprise, Light guided the zipper down to its base.

On your marks, get set, go! And his heart felt like it had suddenly torn out of its cage and was racing to catch his breath. The tip of his nose grazed Light’s before he leaned his head sideways to run his lips over the ones beneath him. What was he going to do? There was no going back on his decision if he made it and he couldn’t decide to make it. It would probably do him a world of good to leave it to Light then. He was not going to show indecision; it was like a plague, once exposed, it never went away.

Light’s hand slid into his boxers and he nearly bit the other man’s tongue to keep himself from reacting adversely. His hand was warm on contact and he felt a shiver race its way up his spine. He guided his hips against the fingertips that traced whispering lines over his member. Light’s hand wrapped tightly around him and he gasped, letting go of Light’s lips.

Pulling L back into the kiss, Light ran his index finger to the tip of L’s member and stroked teasingly. His thumb ran underneath and he smiled against L’s lips. He was finally getting to see those eyes in another light than the one that shielded his every motive. Light was finally going to elicit a response that was anything but calculations and he was going to be something more than a mere percentage. By the end, hopefully L would have forgotten mathematics for a while.

Light drew his hand out of L’s boxers and wrapped his arms around his neck. The other man groaned at the suddenly cooler air that had drifted in stead of Light’s warm grasp. It was a taste, the man was teasing him! But the itch that was crawling beneath the surface of his skin told him he wanted it, told him that he desired it. Perhaps... if he turned his mind off for just this once…

Light became vaguely aware suddenly that he heard the sound of fabric snapping. L was going to rip his shirt open if he pulled any more, but that realization only cranked his animalistic drive and he nipped the detective’s lower lip playfully. Let him rip the shirt then, if only to prove that he was taken over by the same carnal desire as Light.

Pulling his face away, L looked down into Light’s hazy brown eyes. The youth panted a few breaths before finally able to speak again, “Take me…”

L smirked devilishly and found an opening for getting back at that taunting haunt that was pulsing blood between his legs. Instead of tearing Light’s shirt off him, he released the fabric and arched his spine over the younger man. Light watched him in curiosity until he felt something wet run between the flaps of white shirt.

His eyes widened in surprise as he realized L was running his tongue over the buttons to remove them. He had three buttons open already and didn’t seem quite as fascinated with hurrying himself to the others. His tongue ran over the upper crevice of Light’s chest and followed the faint outline of the vein in his throat.

L’s teeth gently closed down over it in three consecutive places before he kept his lips still upon Light’s neck. The perfume of sweat on Light’s neck was addictive and a bead of sweat quietly broke on his lip and sank under his lip to touch his tongue. His body alighted in delight as he felt Light’s neck muscles contract desperately for air. L was gently sucking on the exposed flesh of his neck.

“L-L…” he choked, his fingers grasping desperately at the back of the white shirt on the detective’s back. His lips faltered with no sound until finally his lungs found the breath to let out a low moan.

The blood pounded horribly in his ear as he heard L moan tenderly in response. The detective pulled away and examined the pink flesh before running the tip of his finger against the raised skin. It was too faint right now, but he could always get back to that later. He kissed the skin before letting his lips graze the sensitized flesh with a, “Beautiful.”

Light let out another choked moan and found L had possibly been right. What good was a dictionary if when you needed to speak you couldn’t remember a damn word? He let out a whimper in a vain attempt to produce some word that vaguely eluded him. L aligned their pelvic bones together and still Light couldn’t think of a word.

“Do you remember physics, Light?”

He honestly remembered nothing at the moment.

“Remember a beautiful, little force known as friction?” He felt L guide his hips in a rolling motion over Light’s and the teen jerked attentively. “I thought so.” He whispered, nipping the flesh at the tip of Light’s ear.

Their fingers intertwined together and Light clung desperately to L’s cool hands. He rolled his head back as another groan broke the stillness of his personal silence. Opening his eyes, he stared unfocused at the books that surrounded their heads above. They looked like they were bowing over them and Light wondered if they were giving into L’s presence as much as he was.

“Uhn…” he moaned again, the friction between them was becoming more pronounced the more aroused he became. Using the floor as an initial force, he rolled his hips back against L’s and heard the soft sigh of pleasure in repose. He could feel L through the thin fabric of his boxers and he craved the penetration. L had said he was not as weak as he looked, he wanted that proof now. He wanted to know if he could fight with more than just words and his feet.

Light attempted to move his arms and felt L place more pressure to keep them pinned beside his head. He was being restricted. Everything was left to be in L’s control. A moan of complaint lodged in his throat and he felt L’s tongue wander from his jaw to his lips.

He licked the trail of saliva that had leaked out of Light’s open, gasping mouth before sticking his tongue back into the warm depths. He wrapped his tongue around Light’s and closed his eyes as the fiery burst of sensation burst in his chest and his slowly grinding hips. The vibration of Light’s choked moan excited his senses and he felt them break with a live passion that he’d never had before. He marveled whether this was how it felt to be on drugs and knew, for once, what it meant to be addicted.

Releasing Light’s left arm, L gently undid the nice, brown pants and pressed his palm over the erection fighting against the young man’s briefs. “You want me to remove it, don’t you?”

“Yes…” he howled, drawing out the hiss of the ‘s’ slowly in a pleasured pain. L enjoyed the way it sounded.

“You entrance me.” His tongue licked the inner curve of Light’s ear and a shiver ran down the brunette’s backbone.

“Then you,” Light breathed, “owe me… in return….”

L clicked his tongue in admonishment and tugged the two bottom-most buttons out of their holes. He ran his hands over the toned lower abdomen and brushed his lips against the flesh. Light held his breath as L’s tongue ran around the naval before dipping in tauntingly for a second.

His hands smoothed over the flesh on Light’s hips before rolling the soft fabric down beneath the other’s ass. He kissed the lower abdomen before drawing his head away to let his black hair tickle over Light’s erection. The gasp appealed to L as he sat up on his knees to allow his loose fitting jeans to fall down around his knees. He moved his thumb under the ridge of his boxers and finished guiding them to lie on top of the inside of his jeans.

Bending over, L picked up Light’s hand and delicately kissed the tip of each; paying attention to each with his tongue. At the same time, L took the opportunity to get his jeans and the boxers the rest of the way off his legs. Kissing the top of Light’s hand, he moved up to place his lips over top of Light’s once more. He drew away as soon as the contact was made though and Light was unable to express the feelings at the surface of his lips. His head rolled sideways and he moaned longingly.

“Just a little longer…” L muttered quietly over his forehead before kissing it. He broke off the last remaining button with a quick snap and stared down at the man straddled beneath him. A cool finger ran over the muscles beneath the flesh before circling around a raised nipple.

He dragged Light up to meet him by either side of his shirt and crashed their lips together. L closed his eyes and slowly lured Light into his mouth with careful strokes of contact between their tongues. But Light was no longer willing to be shy; if he had been at all.

His tongue grazed the base of L’s and the other gagged in reaction. Light silently praised the warmth of saliva that spilled down his chin and into his mouth. He had read somewhere that what you ate determined what your bodily fluids tasted like and L was proving this point to him right now. He tasted sweet in his mouth.

L bit Light’s tongue lovingly, but continued to rub his over the other’s invasive organ. He gently sucked and pulled Light deeper within his mouth groaning at the delicacy with which Light was handling him between the legs. He pulled his mouth away from Light’s and stopped the hand rubbing smooth circles over his cock.

He kissed Light’s slightly drenched neck and stood up. Pulling his shirt over his head, L dropped it carelessly from his hands beside Light as he stalked over to the desk. Light sat up on the back of his elbows and watched L retrieve the green tea from the disregarded table.

L let a bit of it run over his hand and between his fingers to splash onto the floor. Light followed the droplets to the floor and L smiled deviously over his shoulder at the other. Looking up, Light saw the last remnants of the grin as they disappeared from his face.

“What are you—?” He struggled to sit upright and was met by L’s lips again.

“Relax. Or this will hurt you.”

L roughly released Light’s face to the right before suddenly pushing his shoulder down to meet the floor. Light let out a cry of shock as he hit the floor and L sat on top of him again to keep him from moving.

“Shh,” he moved his free hand to his lips in a silencing gesture, “Remember where we are…”

He felt the still semi-cool liquid run over and into his ass. A yell of surprise broke free spontaneously and L inserted his index finger into Light’s backside. He shuddered violently and bit his lip to refrain from reacting aloud to the droplets that had run between his legs and over his testicles.

“You’re tight.” the detective commented, running his finger over the internal ridge of Light’s colon.

“You didn’t give me any warning!” Light snapped back, peering over his shoulder to look into obsidian eyes.

L bent forward to kiss him gently, “You’re right. I didn’t warn you. Sorry.”

A second finger was inserted into his ass and Light gasped in shock. Somehow, if he had the choice, he’d bet that L was not sorry and was not planning on timing anything with him.

He closed his eyes and tried to force himself to relax into the stretching. The rolling feeling of L inside him made his heart flutter and the butterflies in his stomach ignite. He sighed, placing his cheek onto the floor. He silently counted to himself and waited for the third finger.

His fingers curled uselessly at the floor as another round of the green tea spilled in and around him. He shivered and L ran his tongue over the ridge of his back in apology before gently nipping him and pulling his fingers out.

Pulling back onto his heels, L breathed in before staring at the can. The liquid was still cool; he could tell that from the outside of it and by Light’s reaction to it touching his skin. This was going to be cold then…

He hissed slightly as he tilted the can and poured the remainder of the green tea over his own member. A violent shudder ran through his backside and split to send goose bumps down his arms as he panted at the touch.

“L…” Light moved to get up and roughly met the floor again, as he felt skin rub against skin. He gasped in surprise, realizing that L had not decided to stretch him any further than two fingers worth.

L panted in surprise as he slowly pushed himself within Light. He wrapped an arm underneath and around Light’s abdomen, using him as support as he guided himself deep within the still tight depths. His breath caught and came out in short huffs as he leaned himself over Light’s back.

He paused as soon as he was unable to push any further into Light. Drawing back out, L stopped half way and began to press himself into Light again. Light clenched his eyes in shock and uselessly tried to tell himself to relax although the word slipped away the third time he told himself.

“You’re… so…” L closed his eyes tightly again, “Ah!”

Light’s hand closed over L’s and he squeezed the hand gently. L released Light’s stomach a bit and allowed Light to wrap his fingers between his. He kissed the youth’s shoulder blade and moved his hips away from Light once more. The nerves within Light twitched vulnerably and tightened as a result around L’s shaft. He groaned as he moved himself out half way again.

The can of green tea was gone now, and unless he pushed himself to breaking point that was all he had as lubrication for now. He would have to move gently then so he didn’t tear Light and that meant moving slowly, no matter how much his own body screamed fire.

He pulled back out and felt Light’s soft groan vibrate in the back of his neck. L kissed there as he slid back in the rest of the two-thirds way. He rubbed his cheek against the back of Light’s neck and kissed the shoulder blade gently. Perhaps, he thought, his tongue running into the crease between his shoulder blades, that Light was being under credited here.

Pulling back out, L spit into his hand and ran it over his own member in an attempt to add more lubrication. He ran an index finger down Light’s spine and followed the trail with small kisses. Running his tongue gently up along the path, L pushed himself back into Light and sighed as he slipped in more easily this time.

Light threw his head back as the air fought to get into his windpipes. His hair, slightly drenched with the effort of sex, clung to his forehead and Light wiggled his ass against L to allow him better access. He dropped his head back to the floor, trying to catch the air that still lingered somewhere around him. But all his lungs came back with was the perfume of sweat and sex that drugged his brain.

Like a rave. The lights that cascaded down from above them made his brain swirl as they danced in explosions of light. Little, colored dots twirled on his fragile senses and the world became as digitized as if on a computer screen. But this was far from a porn that he may have come across at some time or another in his life. This was real life and it was far more captivating when you knew the dots were really there.

And when you knew that there really was someone inside of you. L’s short nails scratched down Light’s back as Light unexpectedly tensed upon breaking through reality’s cold surface. The short intake of breath was responded to with a gentle caress of L’s tongue over the fading marks. And Light moaned as the older man pushed himself deeper in again.

L pressed his stomach flat over Light’s back and felt the spine arch against his body. He drew out a moan into Light’s ear and the youth shuddered beneath his grasp tantalizing. L licked the back of his ear before bending his neck down to pay attention to Light’s neck once more.

Light gasped and tripped over L’s assumed name. He drew out the last syllable until he felt breathless and he remembered where the name came from. No. Not Ryuga Hideki. The picture of the pop idol slowly melted from his vision and was replaced by dead, rather captivating eyes. He shuddered at the power with which those eyes beckoned him in.

He closed his eyes as his tongue ran over the pink flesh where he had started his love making. L touched his lips gently to the flesh and hummed; causing Light to shudder as the sensitive nerve endings received the slight vibration. L smiled against Light’s neck before allowing his bottom lip to trail over the mark as he moved his hand down Light’s side.

L’s lips kissed the skin with the slightest of pressures before pulling the skin between sharp teeth. Light gasped and L closed his fingers around Light’s waist. He jerked his hips forward to meet Light’s backside and the other’s mouth opened in a choked gasp. L licked the flesh before circling his tongue around the spot he was set upon blemishing. He let his lips kiss the area two more times before sucking.

His hand ran on the inside of Light’s waist to stroke the receptive skin. Light groaned as he bit his lower lip and he followed L’s guidance to sway his hips back to meet L’s gentle thrusts. A powerful sensation shot through Light’s cock and broke out over the rest of his lower body. His hands twitched violently on the floor as he suffocated on the air that had finally found his lungs.

L snickered against the flesh and Light shivered from the combination of heat to his upper body and the relaxation that had broken through his pelvic muscles. He sucked on the skin sharply and guided Light’s hips to roll back into his thrust. Light cried out loud with the breaking sensation of pleasure and he extended his neck for better access.

Carefully, L wrapped his other hand under Light’s jaw and kept his head tilted upward. He kept molesting the boy’s neck skillfully with the same tongue that could clean a chocolate coat off a biscuit. Light fought for breath as L again guided the scholar into meeting his drive into the prostate.

Light’s moan rang through L’s nipping, love bites as the blood ran between his legs. He moved his hand from next to face to reach his aching erection and was met by fierce rejection from L. His hand pinned to the floor, Light was surprised to notice that he was moving backwards mechanically into L’s slow, meticulous thrusts. He rolled his ass slowly down over L’s penis and rejoiced in the small victory of a shuddering breathe he retrieved in response.

L drove himself in further and Light bit his lip to refrain from giving the older detective the satisfaction he was looking for. He wanted the man to squirm with the same desperate lust that was closing his airways. L nipped the tip of his ear and sank back into violently sucking the blood to the surface of Light’s throat. Light yelped in surprise with the intensity and shook as the sudden seize was met with L’s rough drive.

“I…” Light struggled visibly, “I hope you break it.”

“No, you don’t.” L blew his anger off and Light hated that he was right. There would be no satisfaction if L were to fracture his penis now and could not continue. He wanted to feel the burning passion that had to be building up at the base of the other’s cock. He wanted to know he was not the only one on the verge of ejaculation.

Light gasped as fingers trailed teasingly close to his penis and yet refrained from anything but the touch of heat that radiated from the other’s skin. L’s fingers danced along the inside of his leg until he could gently extend his middle finger to reach behind Light’s testicles. He suddenly tensed around L and the detective moaned in appreciation of the effect.

Precum splashed onto the floor and Light’s face flushed furiously. L pressed himself closer to Light and dipped his fingers in the semen that lay beneath them. He ran his index and middle finger gently through it to wipe some off the floor. Light, whose face was down in shame, watched the pale flesh as it moved away. What was L doing?

Light heard the sound of gentle sucking behind him and his mind raced to connect the thoughts. Was he…? He peered over his shoulder and his eyes widened at the spectacle of L drinking in his ejaculate. He felt the muscles in his penis contract and he fought the urge to release himself right then and there as a moan escaped his lips. Turning his head towards the wall down the aisle, he tried to focus on that as he heard L continue his methodical tease. Did his parents teach him no manners!?!

“I’m sorry…” L pushed himself deep within Light and whispered quietly in his ear. He shifted his other hand from Light’s back and scooped it beneath him into the semen again. “Would you like to try?”

Light tried to choke out a disagreement, but nothing came to his lips but a startled sound. L pushed his finger into his mouth and Light could taste the salty residue as it burned on his tongue. He swallowed and closed his tongue around L’s fingers. What was he doing? His face flushed with the knowledge of drinking himself; this was… this was pleasurable.

“You’re a bit salty.” L admitted, guiding the tip of his tongue over Light’s cheek. He moved his last hand from Light’s back and squeezed him between the legs. Light closed his eyes and groaned, sucking hungrily on L’s fingers all the while. “You’re quite hard now, aren’t you?”

Light made a sound of consent in his throat and L started to stroke him in time with his thrusts. “Feel better?”

Light’s mouth opened as he gasped with each rhythmic thrust. L kept his fingers in his mouth a while longer before finally allowing his hand to fall over the one Light kept on the floor for support. Light’s fingers squirmed beneath his, but he could only barely try to grasp on to the other’s hand. He moaned and allowed his aching fingers to tremble.

L licked the back of Light’s shoulder blade and nibbled lovingly down the young man’s shoulder. Light moaned and bent over to place his chin on the floor to better access his other hand. He overlapped L’s fingers that still pumped him and Light squeezed tenderly; craving a harder, more course touch to match the drive that threatened to bring him over the edge.

But L was hardly going to allow Light any more than a sympathetic squeeze and Light moaned. He closed his eyes and his brows knitted together as he pushed his cock into L’s grasp. L released his hold and moved the tips of his fingers along Light’s inner thigh to guide him backwards into his thrust. Light lifted his lower leg to run it over L’s in desire.

The tension finally broke and Light felt the wave travel to the head of his shaft. He choked on a startled cry as the heat finally passed through and he pumped back into the hand that had guided him there in the first place. The burning seed littered the library floor beneath them and L remained pumping him as the residual sensations continued to run through and crack at the head of his cock.

The muscles in his ass were tightening over L’s member with each feeling that ran through Light’s cock. L moaned as he felt the squeezes seduce his carnal desire deeper into the base of his shaft; a hot, burning power that called out to him to drive himself ruthlessly into the younger man’s tense ass. He shuddered at the thought of Light’s face that wisped before his eyes and disappeared again behind the lights in the room. Light called L’s attention back to him, pressing L’s hand gently before pulling the other’s compliant hand from around him.

He stared at L’s wet, slick hand before taking a finger in his mouth and sucking. L groaned as he continued to glide into Light’s tightened ass. Light smiled as he gently sucked away at each tip, curling his tongue around L’s fingers before pulling away to expose the cold air to it.

And the environment seemed to inspire to appease the younger man as the older detective shuddered violently. The whir of the air conditioner roared to life and Light, although touched by the cool air between his hot legs, knew that L was receiving the most of its contrasting touch. L jerked his hips against Light’s ass and Light genuinely moaned in time with the movement, causing L to thrust in again.

Light turned onto his shoulder and looked over his back into the other’s face. L seemed to freeze instantaneously at the gaze as his hand stilled to slipping down Light’s back. His hips slowly began moving again at the sight of the face before him; flushed, sweat-covered, every inch painted with lust. L cried out as he preejaculated into Light, throwing his head back as a shiver coursed through the nerves. His fingers curled beneath Light’s and the younger man extended his neck to lick gently at L’s hand.

L’s thrusts became more desperate, more penetrating; each one stroking Light’s prostate and sending waves through his wearing down body. Light moaned and groaned, closing his eyes to allow the sensations maximum attention and he heard the detective’s deeper groan at the sight of submission.

Light gently started rolling his hips backwards to meet L’s thrusts; recalling the hypnotic movement that had guided him to follow the movement even after L had retracted his hand. L moaned as he passionately began kissing Light’s upper back with a fiery desire that beckoned him internally. He bit the flesh sharply as he felt the pressure of semen build up as much as it possibly could within him.

Driving himself in harder, faster, L closed his eyes as he shoved himself in as far as he could go; his hands holding Light in place with every move of his hips. The invisible dam broke and L ejaculated into Light, pumping himself in that one place as he released his hot seed with a cry. Light moaned beneath the desperate sound from the other and completely sank to the floor as L released his tight, biting grasp from around his waist.

He panted violently, holding himself above the fallen other. Semen dripped slowly off the head of his cock and the rolling thunder of sensation that broke through his nerves pulsated. He shivered with each feeling as Light shifted out from under him; rolling over and sitting up to watch L’s residing orgasm.

Gentle fingers moved black bangs out of the way and Light smiled at the obsidian eyes that met his face. L moved forward to wrap his arms around Light’s neck, but the teenage boy placed his finger against L’s lips. He wiped some of the other’s penis and ran it over his lips. L obligingly opened his mouth to suck the sweet remnants of his ejaculate from Light’s finger.

Light smiled, kissing L’s sweaty neck as the detective began sucking violently at the sugary substance. He ran his other hand through more of the material on the floor and L went to cleaning Light’s hand off. Light smiled as the perverted intentions alighted his senses and the sight stirred the remaining sexual desire in his soul.

Pushing the detective backwards onto his ass, Light seized the man’s penis in his mouth and began sucking him clean. L’s lower lip trembled before a moan finally found its way out and he entangled his fingers into messy, brown locks. Light licked the semen from off the other and from around the subsiding areas. L groaned as Light’s tongue ran under and around each of his testicles.

He smiled up at L from between his legs. L shivered and Light crawled back on top of him. He kissed the other man with vicious lust before pulling his head away. He ran a finger around one of L’s testicles before teasing the other, “Did you really not understand, Ryuga?”

“You doubt my credentials?” L asked, sighing at the soft circles Light traced around and along his penis. He closed his eyes before going on, “I am a student too, Light. I don’t always have time to study though because I have a paying job that should come first. I cannot always find the time to study. We need to get cleaned up…”

“You already are, love.” Light smiled, standing up to look around for any sort of cloth with which to clean himself. He cried out in surprise when he felt a coarse fabric run down over his ass. “What are you—?” But he could see that L was using his white tee to clean up the younger man. “I could’ve found—“

“I’ll be surprised if you tell me you come to the library prepared to have sex.”

Light decided to keep quite and let L dip the fabric into his ass. He closed his eyes and slowly counted as L continued to soak up the substance. When he got home perhaps he should get a shower just to make sure he remained clean. A thought occupied his mind of showering with the man behind him, but the likely hood of getting L to come home with him was small. Plus, how ever would he explain that to his parents?

L kissed the middle of his lower back and stood up. Light turned around to watch him gather his boxers and jeans from the floor. He quietly slipped into the softer fabric before pulling the jeans back over his legs and around his waist. Light was surprised to realize he was holding the white shirt. When did that get there?

“Ryuga, your—“

“Keep it.” Light watched him put his arms through the button down and wondered what he was supposed to wear. He looked at the white tee shirt, surely not this. Perhaps he could suffice with just a coat then; after all, it wasn’t like his mother would ask him to take it off as soon as he got into the house. Although he found it slightly amusing, and slightly abashing, to even think of what he would do in that scenario if today, of all days, she wanted to take his jacket for some unknown reason.

He supposed he didn’t mind if L took the shirt then. After all, he used his to help clean up Light and it would be too cruel to make him go shirtless into the cold, winter air. Light looked at the shirt in his hand. Should he clean it and return it? Or should he just trash the messy thing? Either way, the answer probably didn’t much matter to L if he wasn’t taking it into his own hands.

You doubt my credentials? Light looked up at L, who was finishing the last of the buttons on the shirt. Did he really not get the material? He doubted it. No one could go through life without having learned of sex, even if not in that great amount of detail. When L had said that, was he smiling? Light couldn’t remember, but the afterthought of the words brought a playful, if not devious, smile on those lips to mind.

L pecked him gently on the cheek. “Good luck for tomorrow’s final then. Hopefully, Light is not as stressed as he had been prior to our meeting today.” If you could call it a meeting.

“Mh-hm.” Light smiled at him and watched the black-haired detective leave quietly from the library. Watching the shadow fade off the walls quietly, Light went about picking up the cans and trashing them before gathering his school stuff.

Did you really not understand, Ryuga…?

You doubt my credentials? And a small smile played along thin lips as the black eyes bore into his soul; challenging him to question the response.

Light stood up and looked towards the hall L had disappeared through. He slowly straightened his papers and blindly searched for his bag with his hand. His fingers grazed the surface and he looked down as he pushed the papers carefully into the back. Shouldering the bag, he gathered his books in his arms and sent one more look down the hallway Ryuga had come and gone before turning to leave himself. That pale smile lingered before his mind again.

“That’s what makes me think you knew what you were doing…”