Nightly Visitations

The sound of keys turning in the door echoed through the empty hall, but it did not disturb the house’s sleeping residents. Light, opening the door carefully, was thankful that the squeaky hinges did not cry out any louder. He placed his keys onto the table lined up in the corner, disturbing the original purpose of décor that his mother had assigned to it. It wasn’t like he would be here long though. He just needed to spend the night and then tomorrow he would be back off to the investigation headquarters.

Light smiled as he unzipped his jacket and begun pealing the fabric from off around his arms. Maybe he could spend the night on the couch like he used to when he would wait up for his father. But his father had already come home tonight and had, by the appearance of the household, already turned in for the night with his wife. But it wasn’t like Light needed his father to wait for him to come home before turning in, so this fact didn’t really bother him. In fact, he didn’t much need his parents now that he was of age and had been fully capable long before then.

But that didn’t stop him from remembering a time when his mother would wake him up for school. She had continued that habit with him until his high school years were over and she started expecting him to get up on his own to go to classes at To-Oh University. He draped his jacket over his arm and gently tugged the Death Note from out of the back of his pants. Carefully bending down onto his knees, Light opened a small, thin compartment he had made in his mother’s lamp table. Placing the Death Note into the top, Light closed the drawer and locked the hatch.

He had actually stopped going to school for awhile now. It all seemed so insignificant as opposed to being on the Kira case and, more importantly, in aspects of being Kira. He needed every precious second he could get to rid the world of evil in between the investigation, and the others on the team felt he had a very good reason for dropping out at this time. That didn’t stop his mother from complaining about him needing to finish school; but she usually searched for any reason to get him off the case. His dad made him promise he would finish his degree after the case was resolved.

A sneer spread over his face. It was an acceptable move then. No one could expect him to have stayed in school with how involved he was becoming in the Kira case. The degree from a college would look beautiful, but Aizawa was correct when he had said that the degree would hardly mean anything in comparison with Light’s work on the Kira case. That alone would probably get him excepted into a job in his future.

He dropped his jacket over the arm of the couch and sat down cross-legged next to it. A smile slowly traced its way across his lips, but his train of thought was interrupted as his stomach growled lowly. Light looked towards the kitchen in consideration. When was the last time today he had food? He vaguely recalled snacking on a banana before noon, but then he had gotten too busy to monitor what he was eating. For all he knew, one of the others had left food out next to him and he had absentmindedly eaten something else during the day.

But that was of no importance. What mattered now was that he was hungry and he should probably eat while he wasn’t too preoccupied with the case to remember.

Wandering into the kitchen, Light grasped a lighter from off the curio cabinet and quietly found a candle sitting on the center of the stove. Picking it up, he breathed in the scent of lemon cake that wafted from it. Pressing the child-lock in and flicking the lighter on, Light touched the flame to the candle wick. Placing the candle back down, Light laid the lighter at the candle’s base before letting his eyes examine the shadowy dance cast by the flames. He stared for another minute before turning around and leaning against the oven to stare out the kitchen window.

It was rather toasty in the house. And he knew he shouldn’t do it; his mother would get mad at him if she knew, but there was no reason why she should find out tonight. Ignoring the thought, Light unlatched the window and popped it open to let the cool air flow into the kitchen. It was one room. What was one room as opposed to the heaters in the rest of the house anyway?

Light let the cool, night air wash over his face before he slowly opened his eyes again and surveyed the familiar backyard. The night-painted grass looked uneven from its last trimming, but Soichiro Yagami was too busy these days to bother with it. So the sharp cuts were probably a result of his sister’s maltreatment. His eyes wandered over to a tree that shaded a picnic table in the corner of the yard. It looked like his mom was attempting to start a flower bed again. There were tools all over the table and there was a barren patch of dirt running under the tree.

Yawning, Light turned away in boredom of the uneventful night and decided to stalk over to the fridge. After all, that was why he had come to the kitchen in the first place.

Bending over, Light searched the first shelf by moving items gently around with his fingers. He shifted the milk to the right and moved the sour cream forward from behind it. Pulling it out, Light looked at the due date as he tried to remember when the last time he had used this was. The date on the bottom proclaimed it old, so Light opened the counters beneath the sink and tossed the old canister in before quietly closing it with his foot.

He gave up searching through the drinks on the upper shelf and reached into the side of the door. On a spur of the moment, Light recalled a can of strawberry jam that had been purchased at least a week ago for his sister’s lunches. Finding it, Light was happy to know that it had a few more days before it too would expire. He might as well use some of it then, he thought happily, plucking out an unopened package of cream cheese while he was at it.

Last month, some time, his mother had had an old high school friend over. This friend of hers had a daughter about two years younger than Sayu and she had bought them things to inspire bonding. They still had the graham crackers from her little, campfire s’mores, right? He checked the pantry and removed the box; at least one more wrapped package remained.

Sliding it out into his hand, Light shut the pantry door with his hip and turned around to remove a clean knife from its drying rack. Then, as he walked by, he swept the jam and cream cheese from their resting places and into his arms with the knife casually balanced between his fingers. The crackers dangled between his teeth for lack of room in his hands.

He walked into the living room and dumped the contents of his arms and mouth onto the sofa. Flopping down next to it, Light picked up the crackers and carefully pulled open the stubborn plastic encasing it. Biting off the tip of the cracker, Light was satisfied that the cracker crunched fresh instead of becoming frail between his teeth as they had a tendency to do with time. He chewed silently as he cracked open the cream cheese and began cutting off a piece, lengthwise.

Light laid the layer on top of the rest of the cracker and swallowed. Placing the cracker in his lap, he reached beside him to grab the jelly. Twisting it, he popped the top off and turned the can over so that he could slowly ease a lump out on top of the cracker. After two dollops of strawberry jam lay messily on top, Light ran his index and thumb across the flat of the blade to remove the condiment residue from it. He licked it from his fingers and then proceeded to pick up his midnight snack.

Biting into it, he let the jelly ooze in his mouth as he kept the rest of it from sliding off the cracker and onto his lap. He shoveled the falling remnants into his mouth to stabilize the rest of the jelly before beginning to chew. Laying his head back on the couch, Light closed his eyes and begun to slowly coax his tangled thoughts into straight and narrow lines; similar to the way he had seen his mother pull creases out of a clean comforter she just laid upon the bed.

Slowly the thoughts that had been harassing him all day were organized before being put aside one by one. Laying there in silence, he allowed the soothing effects of his meditation to slowly clear his mind. A small sigh escaped his lips and he became aware of the gentle tangle of heat dancing over his face. Strands of light brown slowly slipped over his brow and onto the other side of his face in the light breeze. He swallowed.

Opening his eyes, he stared casually at the ceiling before moving the graham cracker to his lips. Biting off another piece, Light examined the other half of the cracker that remained as he finished chewing. Swallowing, he shortened the treat again by yet another half; leaving Light to dangle the last fourth above his lips as he crunched the piece already in his mouth meticulously. Finally clearing his throat of the third tidbit, Light opened his lips and allowed the last piece to slip off his fingers and cascade into his mouth.

Snapping his head back up right, Light reached for the white cream and begun slicing a few pieces off. He swallowed and lay the piece on top of a new graham cracker, wondering how this would taste if he used real strawberries instead of some mashed up factory jelly. Light finished spooning the jam on top of it and begun snacking on the next strawberry cheesecake graham he had made himself.

He turned the television on and began adjusting the volume before switching the cable on too. From the looks of it, his mother had been watching a shopping channel earlier that day; although he doubted that the same program had been running all evening. Light flicked through the channels and took another bite from his cracker. Finally something caught his attention and Light halted his steady clicking. His finger trembled over the channel button, but the television broadcast of the news was left to play on the screen.

Placing the remote back on the table, Light made another cracker as the last piece hung loosely from his lips. His eyes carefully drifted between the actions of his fingers and the flashing pixels on the television. The story of the development of technology today finished wrapping up and the newscaster organized his papers before moving onto his next piece. At 11:50 last morning, an armed robber had shot and killed a twenty-eight year old teller before breaking open the cash register and running. His eyes wandered up from the jelly and settled upon the video footage of the criminal with a gun at the teller’s head, the footage switched. Police were busy looking for leads on the man who was also expected of kidnapping a young girl a week ago. Light’s eyes narrowed, he was a dead man.

“Sad, no?”

He nearly screamed, but a piece of cracker lodged in his throat and he coughed violently as his hands wrapped around his throat. L smiled as he reached over the back of the couch to thump Light on the back twice. Light coughed more freely and he was able to successfully swallow the food down the right pipe.

He looked up at the older man as he flung a leg over the couch and brought himself to sit down next to Light, “H-How did you get in here?”

L watched Light’s hand rub at his throat for a bit before answering flatly, “You left the window open.”

Light sighed. Surely L realized that was no ordinary entrance for a human being. He propped his arms to lie along the back of the couch as L picked up the extra graham cracker Light had made. The detective chewed noisily on it and Light watched him from the corner of his eyes annoyed. Could he possibly learn to have any sort of manners?

His eyes drifted over the coffee table carefully and he was glad to realize that his Death Note was safely put away. It was still just a thought of his that the criminal was destined to die; nothing that L could use as physical evidence. Light felt the relief wash through him and he stared gratefully over towards the detective. His eyes relaxed and a smile relieved his features of the dark worry that had been there only moments before. L’s eyes slowly swung over to watch the last remains of the last expression.

He swallowed, “Is Light okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. I’ve just been a little stressed out by this case, that’s all.”

L shrugged, “I think everyone has, to be honest, but we’re getting close now. The truth will become apparent soon and this seemingly endless circle will cease to exist.”

“I look forward to it.” Light lied, leaning his head back against the chair as the commercials came on. His eyes drifted sideways, “Ryuzaki… what brings you here?”

L smiled creepily, “Friends have sleepovers, right?”

Light doubted that reason, but smiled brightly despite his beliefs, “Ah, if you say so. But, Ryuzaki?”

“Hm?” He was making a much sloppier mess out of Light’s snack.

Staring at a spot of jelly on the table, Light continued his train of thought, “Most people would knock.” He brought his gaze to watch L snap off four successive bites; devouring half the cracker in less time, and manners, than Light had.

“I must remember that for next time.” L commented, wiping crumbs from his face with a white sleeve. Disgusting.

Light turned back to the screen. There was another crime going on and a thought smeared across Light’s mind like a blotch destroying a white canvas. His eyes shifted to look at the man next to him before staring straight ahead at the TV again. He could not kill the murderer who had shot the store clerk now.

If he followed with that plan, then L could draw upon it as a lead to him being Kira. If the rest of the criminals they watched tonight together were to disappear than L’s suspicions would increase again. Light growled internally; they would get to live longer than.

But to be on the safe side…

“Do you want to watch a movie, Ryuzaki?”

“Hm?” He turned his face to stare at Light, a smudge of strawberry jam clinging to the corner of his mouth. Light wished he had brought napkins with him from the kitchen.

“Yeah,” he smiled brightly, “I’m sure there’s something that’s not this depressing on right now.”

L wiped the jelly from its spot and into his mouth with his thumb. He sucked on the finger in thought and Light decided to take the initiative to change the channel himself. Picking up the remote, Light flipped through three successive channels before navigating to the TV guide broadcast the cable company provided.

“Any movie you are interested in seeing specifically?”

L stared at the roaming words on the screen, but said nothing as he licked the tips of his fingers free from jam and cream cheese. Light carefully trained his gaze on the older man’s eyes and waited, but he showed no sign of answering.

Light resignedly went to pick one out himself when L pointed at the TV. “That one,” he swallowed the piece of graham cracker he had put in his mouth.

“Ryuzaki,” Light chuckled, “I can’t see what you’re pointing at. The screen keeps moving and what you were probably pointing at has retreated from that particular spot.”

“Channel 29.” L muttered through the cracker he was munching on.

Light looked at him and hoped it was a random choice of a movie instead of one of the detective’s ceaseless testing. He pressed a zero, then a two, and wondered how far along the movie was. Knowing L’s odd habits, it probably didn’t matter to him how far the movie had actually gotten through. Nine…

The screen flashed and Light put the remote down as he wiggled the last cracker out of the plastic bag. Cold fingers touched his skin and Light jumped, releasing the cracker to L’s willing hand. L looked at him surprised, his other hand holding a cracker already in his mouth.

“Go ahead and take it,” Light insisted, holding his hands up like he was innocent of a crime someone accused him of doing. L nodded and Light looked back at the screen in slight embarrassment, more so on the part of his company rather than himself.

The movie had begun some time ago from the looks of it. There was a girl yelling at a male in a raw sort of anger that left one with the impression he had done wrong. The male was practically powerless to her screaming voice and Light watched unamused as his voice was drowned by the rain and his supposed love interest. From the way she seemed hurt, she probably loved him too.

He wondered what the man had done. The guy looked ashamed on his part and went to look at his feet, but apparently decided it was best to take her anger full force. She was crying. If the camera had not zoomed in on her face, then the fact would’ve been missed. But the camera did and it revealed the redness of her eyes. The man looked like he wanted to hold her and comfort her from the way he stood, leaning towards her, his arms more uncomfortable at his sides than if they were around her.

The male’s expression changed and he had made a firm decision in his mind. Extending out his hand suddenly, the young man grasped her wrist as she tried to back away. He pulled her to him and pressed his lips against hers firmly. Her eyebrows knit and she sobbed against him, but she slowly returned the kiss back to him and their lips met in a passionate dance.

Something moved out of the corner of Light’s eyes and he looked to see L bent further over his knees to watch more closely. Light sighed inwardly, how could he even like this kind of movie? Did he even know what it was when he had told Light to click on it, or was it purely the title that caught the detective’s attention? What was the title…?

This kind of thing didn’t happen in real life. Light watched the man pull off the girl’s clinging shirt in the rain and he followed the curve of her chest. She was busty; the director’s had probably gone for that in the casting. Not that that mattered to him. He was more interested in the lack of reality in the setting. Nobody in their right mind stood in the cool, wet rain, deciding it would be the greatest idea of their life to make love before they caught pneumonia and died.

The blonde ran her hand through the back of the wet, tangled mess of the other’s hair as his hand undid her jean button. Light watched the zipper slide all the way down and the young man picked up his love to place her on the white-painted wood of the villa. Just how far were they going to go anyway…? Light reminded himself it was late night TV; after hours a show could go as far as it wanted as long as they had a warning at the start of the movie. But they missed that part, didn’t they?

Light propped his cheek on his elbow as he leaned on the arm of the couch. He moved his feet up to lay beside him and L watched him until he was settled again. Light turned his gaze temporarily upon the man who was slightly leaning towards him, challenging him to find Kira in the movement. L looked away without a word.

A moan brought his face back to the TV and Light watched the young man slide a finger into the girl’s vagina. Suddenly it connected. Squirming upright, Light pulled as far away from the older detective as he could get. He did not want to watch a movie like this with someone that close to him! And especially not Ryuzaki!!

He could feel his cheeks burn and Light silently was grateful for the dark room that provided enough cover for him to escape with dignity from L’s curious gaze. Light stared at the screen and swallowed a lump in his throat. He needed to act natural, needed to pretend nothing had upset his mental balance.

Why was it even disturbed? Light hated the question as soon as it had formed vehemently in his mind. It begged to be answered, swirling around in his head like a nagging itch begging to be scratched. His vision blurred slightly as he pulled backwards into his own mind and realized he didn’t want to be there either. What if the answer to his question wasn’t what he wanted to hear? He was not going to even remotely touch the surface of that.

Light forced himself to shakily focus on the screen and he watched as the young women groaned when the man pushed a second finger into her. His lower lip trembled slightly as the actress turned her flushed face towards the screen and let a small whimper escape into the night. He really didn’t want to be here. He felt heat stir between his legs and Light moved his hands over his own crotch in despair.

But it was the wrong reaction. The tips of his fingers stirred a bit and the slight movement caused another burst of heat to rouse him. He snapped his teeth down over his lip and a ringing pain shot through the sensitive flesh. Light felt his bottom lip tremor, but he refused to let it go and give into the temptation of relieving pain. A small hiss slipped through the part in his lips, but it was covered by the cry of the girl on the screen.

The girl gasped as a third finger slipped inside her wet vagina. Light shuddered and pulled his legs up onto the couch around his hands to keep warm despite the cool sensation that fluctuated through his body. He was becoming more aware of just exactly where his hands were and it was making him nervous. The thought of moving them somewhere else seemed tempting, but Light hardly knew where to put them then. But if he left his hands there to hide his own arousal at the scene, then he was very likely to start stroking himself for reprieve.

Chewing slightly on his lip, Light watched the young actor remove his jeans and undergarment from around his waist. He exposed himself and the girl cried out in sheer surprise as he began lubricating her further with the precum that coated the tip of his cock. Light jerked his hips forward against his hand and he hated the movement as it caught L’s inquisitive eyes. Luckily, his lower lip had managed to escape from his teeth just a moment before.

His face flushed further. He kept his eyes on the screen and hoped that L could not see the flames that had dusted his cheeks with heat. His body shook slightly under the gaze and he tried to quell his racing heart, but it only skipped a few more beats in defiance. The girl clung desperately to her domineering lover and Light cursed himself mentally as his fingers twitched once more.

A small chuckle escaped pale lips and Light looked over towards the older detective; wondering if he’d heard right. L remained curled over his knees, staring at the action on the TV with no signs of any emotion on his features. Light groaned, he was half aroused now and his stoic companion was making it worse. Did the man have no sex drive?

Light’s fingers danced gingerly between his legs. He stilled his fingers’ movement, vowing he did not want to touch the detective. But the more he thought about it, the more he wanted it. The girl choked on the night air as the man slid himself slowly into her. Her legs twitched around his waist and his deep groan intermingled with her softer one. Light’s eyes narrowed dangerously. He wanted him to quake under that same kind of power, to be the one who felt awkward at the thin distance that lingered between them. He wanted—

A gasp escaped his mouth as cool fingers ran under his shirt and against his lower abdomen. Light smelled strawberry briefly and his eyes widened at the sensation of heat pressing firmly against his neck. His hands were quickly stopped from reaching up by the touch of a colder one wrapping around his hands.

“Ryuzaki…” he breathed, a shiver ran down his spine as the man’s warm breath tickled his ears.

“You’ve been staring at me this whole time, Light. I’m beginning to think you like me.” The small voice quietly whispered against his neck before a wet tongue ran along the jugular vein’s path.

“I haven’t—!”

“But you have,” he squeezed Light’s hands over the younger man’s own cock to silence his rebuttal, “You’ve become hypersensitive to my presence. Does it bother you?”

Light shuddered. It sounded like he was being challenged to deny the accusation, but it also sounded as if, despite his retaliation, L was going to remain certain of his deduction. He swallowed sharply and bit his lower lip again. This could not be happening to him…

“You’re horny, aren’t you?” L nipped the ear gently and Light cried out in shock. He remained frozen as the feeling rang through his ear and he slowly became aware of how loud his heart was beating. But he strained to hear past his heart; he was sure his parents had at least stirred in their sleep from that one.

“Ryuzaki, my parents…” he groaned.

“Are in the next room.” L finished off, not really perturbed by the presence of his employee and his wife being asleep as he remained above their son.

“I don’t—” Light began, but was cut off by L’s lips being shoved against his. Being interrupted left his mouth open and L took full advantage of pushing his tongue between the youth’s lips. Light moaned as he closed his eyes and L reached his hand further up Light’s shirt as his tongue bathed in the saliva filling the other’s mouth.

A glistening strand spilled out and rolled down Light’s chin, but L seemed to be unperturbed as he ran a cool finger around Light’s nipple. A shiver of delight ran through Light’s chest like water and he could feel the nipple harden at the attention. Light’s eyes twitched closed as he reveled in the contrast of the cold fingers on his chest and the hot aura boiling between his legs.

Slowly his hands began to move and L pulled his hand away in surprise, looking down to examine Light’s movements. Light groaned and wished he’d ignored it, but he couldn’t stop moving his hands as those dark eyes kept watching. The thought of jacking off before Ryuzaki was clouding his head and the sweet, promising scent of sex was messing with his hypersensitive senses.

L snatched Light’s fingers from around his cock and pulled the one hand above the brunette’s head and pushed the other, interlocked with his own, beside his face. His lips clashed down over Light’s again and he wiggled his hips slightly to get the youth beneath him to spread his legs farther. Light obeyed as L pulled away to lick the thin trail of saliva from running down the other’s throat.

“You taste sweet…” L spoke against Light’s lips, pushing his tongue into the other’s mouth only to prove this point to himself. But Light wasn’t entirely sure what he had just muttered as the sound was muffled by the contact of their lips. His head swam and he felt butterflies alight in his stomach as L slowly shifted his upper body and began to roll his hips against Light’s.

Light blushed embarrassed, acutely aware that he was more aroused than the detective pinning him down. He moaned and L smiled darkly against his neck. Biting down, the black-haired man pulled away and looked deep into brown eyes as he rolled his hips slowly and tauntingly against Light’s. The other’s fingers twitched shakily as his eyes finally locked with dark, binding ones above him.

He breathed in and tried to turn his face away, but L’s hand grasped his jaw and turned him back to stare straight at the detective. Their lips locked again and Light moaned into the harsh, fiery sensation that blossomed from the bruising clash. He closed his eyes tightly and willed the pain to slowly ebb away before opening them hazily. His head swam with the sexual desire that drove him to push his groin against L’s as his fingers tangled in black hair.

“I’ve wanted this…” Light breathed, losing his last syllable in a moan as L brushed their hips together again.

“Spread your legs farther.” L commanded, his breath somewhat labored from their kiss.

“I’ve wanted…” Light started again, wrapping his legs around L’s midsection to allow the older man better access to his lower body, “You… for a long time…”

L did not respond, but shifted his body so that his hips drove against Light’s ass before rolling up against his cock. Light gasped and he squirmed as L moved his lower body back down over him again. He slid back downwards between thin, sculptured legs and slowly started pumping his hips against Light’s ass.

Light allowed his hand to slip from dark locks and down the detective’s thin neck before falling away from the man’s body. He ran his hand down timidly between them and pushed his hand to grope at the edges of L’s pants. L moved his lower body up further between Light’s legs and let him have access to his other hand as he began expertly unfastening the buttons of the brunette’s shirt.

Despite the slight shake of his hands, Light undid the detective’s jeans with some ease and carefully reached his hands into his boxers. L froze slightly as Light’s fingers grazed his erection and the younger of the two took comfort in this acknowledgement. It let him know that he was not the only one who wanted this, not the only one who desired this. He ran his hand down the length of L’s shaft and whistled lowly in his mind as he wrapped his fingers around the roused organ.

Light guided L backwards against the opposite arm of the couch and stretched himself across the couch to reach. He pulled at the boxers and slowly edged them down, but they would only go down so far so Light looked inquisitively at the searching obsidian eyes.

Lifting his lower body up using his feet and his back as support, Light pulled the boxers down further and continued tugging until they lay around the detective’s ankles. Light’s eyes twinkled as he reached out to gently stroke the head of L’s cock. He traced a circle once before moving his finger barely against the foreskin. L moaned throatily as his head tilted back slightly as a result of a shudder that ignited his senses.

Smiling, Light pushed L’s legs aside and pressed his lips gently against the other’s penis. He nibbled lightly at the sensitive head before taking the area in his warm mouth. L bent forward closer to Light and hazel eyes looked up temporarily in response to the feeling of fingers twining themselves in his hair. He loosened his lips and ran his tongue under L’s shaft before sliding himself further upon the other man.

L gasped and arched his back towards Light as he closed his eyes in ecstasy. His fingers contracted violently and he shakily began running his finger through brown locks in encouragement as Light began sucking gently.

Pulling back a little, Light ran his tongue around the head one more time before taking L deeper into his mouth. L’s eyes widened in surprise as Light closed his eyes and his mouth filled with saliva as a result. He slowly opened his eyes and began sucking again, trying to swallow the extra saliva that had started to cascade down his mouth.

L slowly began pushing himself deeper into Light’s mouth. Light made an expressive noise of concern and he felt L’s other hand slowly reach down to his throat. He bent closer to Light’s ear and whispered, “Relax your throat.”

Light squeezed his eyes shut again and opened his mouth a bit wider to try and take in more of L. He gagged and his head spun cruelly, but L kept himself still in Light’s mouth as he gently moved strands of hair from the teen’s face.

“Easy now…” L hushed, pushing himself in a little slower and Light moaned as the choking feeling reeled in new. The vibration of his throat caused L to pause and tighten his fingers’ hold of Light’s hair. He breathed in deeply before trying to move in further to Light’s dismay.

Light pulled off him and gagged viciously, trying vehemently not to throw up the contents of his stomach as he coughed. L lay where he was, allowing Light to gag warm saliva to wash over his groin. He groaned happily and tried to stabilize his heart beat as Light tried to regain his composure. Perhaps it was too early to try to get Light to fully take him in, he mused, running his finger in a circle over his cock to lift a strand of wet saliva from the pool of it that coated him.

He smiled as he slowly pulled a strand of the clear liquid to breaking point between his fingers. That was fine then. He much rather wanted to control the youth and having the brunette’s face between his legs made it much harder to get that thrill. He felt a pulsing heat stir in his groin and a smile danced on L’s features as he shifted himself to crouch before Light— he had another idea.

As Light moved to sit up and look at the detective’s obvious movement, he was met roughly as the older man pulled him forward onto the couch. L smashed his lips over Light’s to muffle the cry of surprise that he knew would shatter the sleepy hollow of the night air around them. The air quickly left Light’s lungs and he brushed his lip under L’s as the detective ran his tongue under the other’s. Light began sucking gently on L’s tongue as a means of apology when cool fingers pushed their way into the back of his pants.

Light bit L’s tongue in surprise and the other winced at the sharp pain, but he refused to pull his hand from the dust-colored pants. Instead he climbed over the other to gain better access to his backside. Light moved to turn in surprise at the action, but L ran his hand over the other’s spine to pin him back down to the couch. He reached into the front of light brown pants and closed his hands around the other’s erection; squeezing gently to cause Light to arch his back in pleasure. A moan broke free from his lips and he rolled his head to the side.

L turned Light’s face towards him and gently kissed him, “You have a habit of not conceding victory to others, Light Yagami. I don’t much like it.”

Light groaned as L’s thumb began running smooth, full circles in the foreskin that had drawn back. He averted his eyes and L clicked his tongue in admonishment before pressing his lips to Light’s cheek to get his attention back.

Light stared at him. His cock throbbed with the blood flow that pulsed through his groin and he tightened his leg muscles against the couch. He groaned and shifted his groin against L’s hand, wishing that they weren’t so cold. The contradiction was driving his senses wild as his body tried to process how exactly to interpret the impulses of his nerves. He jerked his hips forward into L’s hand and a shudder ran up through his spine.

A lean finger ran under his shaft and the short nail scratched lightly at Light’s testicle. Light choked slightly as he struggled raise himself on all fours, but L held him down where he was with the other hand on the back of his shoulder blade. He kissed him briefly on the upper back and Light’s tongue hungrily licked at the corner of his mouth, wishing desperately for the retreating mouth that drew into a grin.

“Beg me, Light.” L suggested, racing a finger around his cock before running his hand further into Light’s pants. He started massaging Light’s testicles between his fingers, his eyes peering from behind black bangs at the back of Light’s head, imagining what the youth’s face looked like flushed. “Come on,” he whispered.

Light moaned, his hand wrapping tightly around L’s wrist. L bent forward and licked Light’s earlobe as he traced a smooth line under his cock in unison. He nipped the flesh there and pinched Light’s testicles at the same time.

“You like me, don’t you…?”

Light nodded. His hair clung to his forehead and a bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face. He groaned and his eyebrows knit together as he felt the heat seep into the base of his cock. “R-Ryuzaki…”

“That’s not my name.”

Light looked up at the wall before him in confusion, his hand starting to rub at the hand holding onto his arm. What exactly did L mean when he said that wasn’t his name? Didn’t he remember that Light had no idea what his name really was? He kept stroking the man’s arm as the semen built up behind his shaft.

L kissed his neck continuously and started speeding up his strokes. Light bent over his arm and stuttered over a moan that slipped from his lips and into the night like a lone wolf’s howl. Moving his hand further, L stroked the small space between Light’s testicle and anus twice before drawing his finger back. He pulled his hand from Light’s pants and watched as the teen gasped and the last of his restraint broke.

Throwing his head back as his spine arched, Light ejaculated in pulsing waves and slowly emptied himself into his undergarments. He leaned back, panting at the feeling of release breezing through his chest. The cold air finally came deep within his lungs and he felt his chest expand hungrily with it.

“I love you, L—” He felt a pang of guilt in his chest.

“…in the event that something were to happen to him.”

A picture of Rem clouded his mind and his eyes hazed over as the voice of his lover faded from his pounding ear drum. Light pulled wet, saliva-coated fingers from his mouth as he sat upright onto his heels. His heart raced wildly as he removed his semen-covered hand from his underwear and forced himself off the couch in fear. Standing up like this, Light could fully picture Rem at full height, Death Note in her hand, scribbling down the name that evaded his numb tongue.

“Where is the Shinigami?”

He tried to swallow the knot in his throat, but it refused to disappear. Trudging over to the illusion, Light reached his hand through it and picked the Death Note up out of the homemade desk under his mom’s lamp table.

“Good question—“

“I don’t see it.”

He turned around and his mind filled quickly with the images of the spoon clattering to the floor, L’s sudden break from speaking, and the closing of his eyes forever.

“Everyone the Shiniga—“

Light tried to swallow again as he turned around.

The visions were gone as he walked past the figure of him holding L in his arms as he finally closed his eyes completely. Light carefully began flipping through the pages of the Death Note as he sat on the couch. His heart threatened to break as he realized the truth of the matter but desperately refuted it with a loss of logic. He had spent all evening by himself.

The light from the television, covered with a black background full of white text running the credits, was all his choice of movie. Stopping himself from watching the rest of the criminals, from writing their names immediately— his choice. His heart quaked violently and cried out in lament as his mouth remained tightly locked.

He stopped at a page a quarter into the book.

“L Lawliet…” he read aloud. He looked up and the knowing smile of complete assurance on a pale face caught his attention. The figure turned away slowly, certain of his prior convictions, and vanished. Light closed the notebook and remained watching a faint line of a silhouette that threatened to fade away with the body buried in the ground.

A few droplets fell upon a black, leather-bound cover.