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Justice	By : CharMoonraven Category: Death Note > Yaoi-Male/Male > L/Light Views: 1898 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Death Note nor any of the associated characters...trust me, if I did, DN would have had a totally different ending...and no money is being made off this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Justice
- 1
(After the final scene in the Death
Note manga)

Everyone stood staring at the body on
the floor. No one could quite believe it. Light had been Kira. The
one person they had spent so much of their time and manpower on had
been right in their midst the entire time. Matsuda was the first to
speak.

“L was right...” he spoke
softly but in the silence of the warehouse, his voice echoed as if he
had shouted the proclamation to the world.

“Yes,” came the no-nonsense
voice from the opposite side of the room. Near's eyes had long since
left the still form before them and though he showed no outward
expression, inside he was sighing in satisfaction. His first
criminal investigation as L had been to catch the former L's killer.
And he had succeeded. “You are free now...” he whispered
softly to the slouched form behind him.

The form nodded and shuffled forward,
bare feet making no sound on the cement floor. L Lawliet, once known
to the whole world as L the greatest detective in the world, to a
special few as Ryuzaki, was now nothing more than a spectral memory
to be remembered by a few select people. But enough with the
sentimentality. He had come here with two missions. The first was
to complete his last case; namely, to catch Kira. Mission complete.
The final mission was going to be even more satisfying and though his
emotionless face was usually still, he couldn't help but release a
small grin, the same grin that had always infuriated his present target.

As L reached the barely cooled body of
Yagami Light, he stopped a moment. He looked down at Light...no, at
the corpse that had once been Light. Light-kun. The only person to
ever match wits with him and gain the advantage. He had beaten L at
tennis and had beaten him again when he had killed him. However...
“You won the game, Kira, and with my death, you won the set.”
L smiled softly again. “But I won the match.”

L, sensing that it was time, squatted
down next to Light's body and quickly settled into his favorite
position, his thumb at his mouth. He waited a moment and then
reached forward with a single finger. *poke*

He poked Light softly in the shoulder.
*poke poke* He tried again. Still no response. *poke* 'I can
keep this up as long as you can, Light-kun,' he thought and poked
him again.

Just as L leaned forward one more time,
a hand shot up from the corpse of Yagami Light and snagged his wrist
out of the air, just centimeters shy of poking him again. As the two
boys' hands touched, a beam of light appeared, invisible to everyone
in the room, save for the two on the floor. The light, once one
beam, split into two and wrapped itself around their wrists. A split
second later, the light vanished and in its place was a pair of
handcuffs. Red handcuffs.

“By all means, do that again if
you wish to lose that finger,” Light growled, his spirit not
quite detached enough from his body to recognize the man he was once
again attached to.

“So polite, even now, Light-kun.
Your parents must be very proud,” the subtle tongue-in-cheek
jibe could only belong to one person and Light knew it. His head
jerked up and for the first time since Kira killed L, the two boys
looked into each others' eyes.

“What the...!” yelled
Light, but no one heard him save for L. Light, now kneeling half in
his body and half out, tugged on the chain that bound them. “Did
you do this?” he asked L.

L tilted his head slightly and nibbled
lightly on his thumb in thought. “In a way, I suppose I did,
Light-kun,” he responded. Light waited for a further
explanation, but none was forthcoming.

Light looked around him, seeming for
the first time to realize that no one had said anything to them since
he woke up. “You're...I'm...why are you here?” he asked
the silent boy, having bypassed the usual observations about his
current status and gotten to the real question.

“That's the Light-kun I remember
working with.” L smiled in pleasure. “You played Kira so
long, I had begun to wonder whether you were still there or not.”

Light, still slightly disoriented,
shook his head as he processed that statement. “Avoiding
answering my questions as usual, L?” he asked.

L took Light's hand in his and rose to
his feet, pulling the other boy along so that they stood together,
unseen by the others who were still milling around the warehouse,
wondering what to do with themselves and the bodies.

“Perhaps your mind is not as
intact as I had first suspected, Light-kun,” L pursed his lips
in thought and looked up through his bangs at the deceased detective.
“I am here to fetch you, of course.”

“Well, you seem to have caught
me, if these are anything to go by,” Light responded, holding
up and shaking the handcuffs to accent his point.

“Indeed, Light-kun.”

Light took this moment of silence to
study his... well, friend wasn't exactly the correct word, even if L
had identified them as such when they had still been alive. He
thought a moment more and then the words came to him...beloved enemy.
The one person who understood him better than anyone else in the
world. The one person whom he could fight with, talk to, and jeer at
without worrying about hurting his feelings as he knew that something
just as bad would come back at him. The one who was his equal in
every way.

And yet...the one person whom he had
never thought to see again. The one person whose death had both torn
out his heart and made his spirit soar. The one person he could have
lov...no. He shook he head at the thought. L was male. Light was
male. L was a social maladroit. Light was the most popular person in
the world. L was L. Light was Kira. There were a million reasons
why this would never work. He had to remind himself of that.

During his postulations, Light had
unintentionally looked away from L, but upon feeling eyes watching
him, he glanced back over to see that indeed, L had been watching him
with a sidelong stare. The look that he was receiving, however, was
one that he had never seen on L's face before. It was a look that
was almost...predatory...possessive. Light shivered involuntarily.

“Is something the matter,
Light-kun?” L said, the innocent tone a complete antithesis to
the look that he had been giving Light earlier.

Light decided to avoid his earlier
train of thought. 'You still haven't answered my questions, L. Why
are you here? What did you mean earlier about the handcuffs? What
do you want with me?”

“If I remember correctly,
Light-kun, the last question was not one of your original queries.”
L paused, watching Light as he prepared himself for another round of
verbal parry and thrust. “But, I think I shall answer it
anyway.” Light backed down and sighed in frustration.
There...there was another reason not to get involved with L.

L looked over at Light and began to
explain.

“I have learned much since I
died. The rules of the afterlife seem simple enough. There is no
heaven and no hell, at least, not according to the Christian set of
beliefs. Once a person dies, they have the option of creating their
own little universe, not unlike what you did with the Death Note.
Each person, whether they have lived a good life or an evil one is
given a choice, depending on how they died. If they died easily and
justly, then they are given the option to create their perfect world
and they are given rein to be there for as long as they wish. If a
person has died unjustly or before their time, they are given another
option.”

Light's attention, though complete
before, was now at its maximum levels.

“A person who dies unjustly is
given a single choice. They are asked what would make their
afterlife complete? What would it take to compensate for their early
loss of life?” L's gaze feel on Light and Light shivered. The
predatory look was back.

“You chose...me?” Light
asked softly.

“In a way. You see, what I asked
for was a way to make sure that you were put through everything that
you put others through. An eye for an eye, I believe the saying
goes.”

L began to advance on Light, slowly and
at a constant pace. Light began to back away from L, knowing that
whatever was coming would not be good. At least, for him.
Eventually, Light could retreat no further as he felt the wall of the
warehouse behind his back. L continued to advance, shortening the
chain between them until they were close enough to be in each others'
pockets. Quite literally.

L leaned forward, a small grin on his
face. Light swallowed. “Are you nervous, Light-kun? You
shouldn't be, you know. Nervousness can only come before events you
know something about. In this case, what you have to be feeling
is...apprehension.” L leaned forward again and stopped just
before his lips touched Light's. “Then again...” he
breathed and pressed their lips together.

Though Light had been on only a handful
of dates in his life, he had kissed his share of girls. What popular
boy hadn't? Each girl's kisses were about the same as the next.
Soft. Shy. Sweet. So tentative. But this kiss was more than that.

L took his mouth by force. Not
physical force, no, not at first. The force was more ethereal than physical, a force that Light felt go through his entire non-corporeal frame. At first, L was gentle, barely
brushing Light's lips with his own. Back and forth, the pressure
never increased and never decreased. Then he descended. The kiss
deepened to something fierce and primal. Something that called to
Light's innermost reptilian brain and awakened it. The part of the
brain that governed hunger, fight/flight, and the sex drive. The
very part of the brain that Light had spent most of his life pushing
into the background as something that wasn't important enough to
devote any real thought to.

This kiss called to it and dragged it
out of the darkness and into the light, kicking and screaming
and...moaning? Had that come from him? Light was startled to
realize that he was moaning into L's mouth, the vibrations making his
lips tingle.

L heard the moaning of his partner and
quickened the kiss, pushing it and them to their utmost limits.
Indeed, not having to stop to breathe was a great benefit of being
dead. L pulled away from Light and watched as Light's lips tried to
chase after his own. 'I wonder if he noticed that', L thought
to himself before lowering his head and bestowing another kiss to
Light's kiss-swollen lips.

Light's neural synapses had sparked to
the point of setting his brain on fire. His often praised mental
ability had flown out the window at the all-encompassing strangeness
of the situation. He was dead. L was dead. Yet, here they were,
once more chained together and up against a wall of all places while
L kissed his brains to mush. Come to think of it, where did he get
such mind-blowing kissing skills? Goodness knows that he didn't
practice on anyone during the investigation. At least, Light thought
so.

While Light had been distracted by L's
plundering of his mouth, L's hands had been busy elsewhere. The
detective's long, nimble fingers had wandered down the length of
Light's torso and had found the zipper of his pants. Working
quickly, he slid the catch down and maneuvered his fingers into the
hole he had created.

As he came into contact with Light's
half-hard length, he wrapped his fingers around it through the
concealment of Light's underwear. Light hissed and his hips gave an
involuntary thrust upwards into the hand that caressed him so
skillfully. L teased the tip, the vein, the base, but was unable to
reach much further down due to the constriction of Light's pants.

L released Light's lips and member at
the same time and took a half step back to admire Light in all his
aroused glory. Flushed skin, swollen lips, pants around his hips and
fast sliding to his knees, breathless....beautiful. With what little
L had experienced in his life and everything that he had seen since
his death, nothing came close to what was before him now. He smiled
again and dove in.

This time, a fully aroused Light
returned the older boy's attentions. He lifted his arms and placed
them gently on L's shoulders, as if not certain that his touch would
be welcome. L moaned in encouragement and pressed closer to Light,
letting him know that participation was expected and welcome. As
their bodies touched completely for the first time (outside of
fighting, that is), the boys knew that they couldn't turn back now.
Each had felt the other's erection and were moved to do something
about it.

L and Light separated long enough to
strip their clothes, the fact that they could remove their shirts
completely without removing the chain and cuffs as well was a
testament to the fact that the chain and cuffs were of a more
spiritual nature than the original ones had been, the cloth passing
through the chain as if it were not there at all. Now naked, Light
made the first move, grabbing and turning L so that now the elder
detective's back was against the wall.

Light moved in and attached his mouth
to L's neck, nibbling and tonguing his way up and down his neck,
sucking L's earlobe into his mouth on each upward pass. L was now in
the submissive position, but he was by no means going to allow
himself to remain there. He would let Light-kun have his fun for a
few minutes, but then they would get down to business.

After Light had completed his tour of
L's neck, the detective formerly known as Ryuzaki flipped them back
around, only this time with Light facing the wall. “Are you
ready, Light-kun?” he asked softly, his breath teasing the
hairs just behind Light's ear. Light moaned and thrust his hips back
in response. L chuckled and reached down to slide one finger into
Light's non-corporeal body.

Light tensed and jerked, but then
relaxed as he felt L's fingers wandering up and down his back,
calming him and letting him know that no pain was planned for this
encounter. After feeling Light relax under his ministrations, L
continued his preparations with two fingers and a direct course with
Light's prostate.

“Ahhh!” Light called out
and then pushed back onto L's fingers. L smiled. This was going so
much better than he could ever have planned.

A few minutes of preparation later, L
leaned forward and placed his own hands on the wall next to Light's.
In this position, he was forced to stand almost straight in order to
reach the wall in front of Light, but the physical discomfort he
would have felt in this position while in a human body was absent.
“Are you still ready, Light-kun?” he asked.

Light smirked and looked over his
shoulder, slightly startled, but not surprised that L was actually
taller than he was by an inch when he stood straight. “Only if
I get to top next time,” he teased half seriously.

“Perhaps something can be
arranged, Light-kun. However, right now is not the optimum time for
such a discussion. Perhaps we could continue where we left off?”

Amused by this response that was so L,
Light replied, “But of course. How utterly rude of me.
Please, continue.”

L knew he was being mocked, but paid no
attention as he lined himself up with Light's entrance and pushed in.

Hot. Tight. Slick. Perfect. The great
detective's vocabulary had narrowed to single words. Oh, how the
mighty have fallen, he thought, but then ceased to think as he
turned his attention to Light.

Light was absorbed in the sheer lack of
pain he felt at having been entered so quickly. He thought for a
moment, but then attributed it to a ghostly benefit and left it
alone, pushing back on L to let him know that he was ready. The
fullness in his rear was something that he had never experienced as a
living person, though he knew how the basic action was carried out.

L began to thrust and soon both boys
were squirming and writhing against each other in their quest for
release. L tried to hit Light's prostate as often as possible to
make the experience a pleasurable one for the younger boy. One final
thrust had Light screaming his release to the heavens and L moaning
his a few moments later.

L and Light parted and Light turned to
L with a questioning look in his eye. A tilt of L's head had him
asking, “What was that all about, exactly? I mean, was it
supposed to be punishment? Revenge? Payback?” Light shook his
head. “I suppose it could have been, but it was hardly what I
would expect you to come up with. Are we to spend all eternity like
this?”

“Not exactly, Light-kun.”
L turned and bent down to gather his clothes. After he was dressed
again, L continued. “You see, I told you earlier that I wished
you to have the same experiences I and the rest of the people close
to you had. For the most part, you gave us pleasure by being a part
of our lives. However...” L paused. “There were some
parts that were distinctly...unpleasant as well, Light-kun. So
now...”

Light began to lose the look of
satiation from his face as his mind ran possible scenarios for his
future. None of them were...as L said...pleasant.

“For the rest of eternity,
Light-kun, you will experience the ultimate pleasure followed by the
ultimate pain. The dichotomy of this match will perhaps help you to
understand the mixed messages we all received from you over the time
that you were Kira.”

Light's eye's widened. L began to walk
closer to him.

“The pleasure we felt when we
thought for sure that you had been proven innocent. The pain that
came with knowing the truth. Every emotion that you have granted the
people around you has been one side or the other of a coin. Perhaps,
after a time, you will realize what a razor's edge such a deceptively
simple coin can carry.”

Light began to tremble as he heard
voices. At first they seemed far away, but they quickly got closer.
Closer. Closer. The voice that screamed things at him, called him
names, railed at him for their deaths. Light whirled around,
trying to find the source of the voices. Then he saw them.

Out of the shadows of the warehouse
came the figures. Most were whole, having died from simple heart
attacks. However, for those whose demise had been brutal, their
forms now carried the scars and blood and in some cases entrails of
what their bodies had gone through before death. They continued to
come forward, drawn to the fact that their killer was now among them
and that their revenge would soon be possible.

As they crept closer, Light began to
recognize faces. Raye Penber. Naomi Misora. Aiber. Wedy. Kuro
Otoharada. So many faces and so many names began to run through his
head and each death flashed before his eyes. Then came the hardest
faces of them all.

Watari.

L Lawliet.

As the figures reached the two boys,
they ignored L in favor of clinging to Light. Whenever a person
touched him, he felt their death, their sorrow, their pain, their
family's pain and a million other emotions all at once. The feeling
was similar to being ripped apart from the inside out.

Light screamed.

L merely touched his thumb to his mouth
and replied, “What is it, Light-kun? Are you displeased with
seeing all these people again? One would think that as God of a new
world, you would be happy to see your subjects lined up before you.
Interesting.”

“L, help me!” Light cried
to his lover, reaching a single hand out of the mass to try and touch
the other spirit.

“Do you remember the conversation
we had on the rooftop the day you killed me, Light-kun? We talked of
truth. Whether we had ever told the complete truth all of our lives.
I believe we ended the discussion by agreeing that we tried not to
lie to the people we truly cared about. Wasn't that right?”

Light froze as one voice lifted above
the masses to make itself heard.

“My son is Kira!?!?”

His father.

Light screamed again, this time in
immortal terror.

L merely smiled. “The Death Note
was correct, Light-kun. Those who use it will never see either
heaven or hell. This is your eternity, Yagami Light.”

“Game.”

“Set.”

“Match.”

And L smiled. Justice was served.
Case closed.
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