[ There's no give nor surprise in the stare. It's almost as if Light has just been waiting for L to meet his gaze. It's not the doe look that he finds himself wanting to see but the sharp intelligence that hides behind it. The line of women with large eyes and frail frames has never been enough to ignite the heat that's flickering in his stomach. The closest he's come before is when in the midst of their game.
Now, it's there. Foreign and almost uncomfortable in its intensity, the heat won't easily be ignored. ]
Sometimes, we're so well in sync it's like we're sharing a mind.
[ With an easy push, Light is off the desk. What is he doing? Why did he go from the early morning annoyance to desire? Before he's capable of questioning it too intensely, the feelings wash over him again.
It can matter later. ]
Sometimes, it's like I can't even begin to guess. I don't know which I like more.
[ The smile is heated; Light isn't being crude, but the stare doesn't break at all. ]
[L regards Light with wariness, suspicion, and desire in equal measure. Because, while he wants what's implied, more than he thinks he really thinks he should, it seems so absurd as to not be properly real in any just world.]
I've thought so, too.
[Regarding sharing a mind. He's not even lying; the proof is etched in every facet of the Kira investigation, even if they were both younger, then. His eyes follow Light as he launches gently away from the desk, pacing the room they both own.]
We tend to like the same things... wouldn't you agree?
[He turns away from the coffee, eyes on Light, not forsaking him, just watching every movement like it's scripture. When has the other man's eyes ever been on him this way, as though he's not just a mind worth sparring with, but a human being worth clashing with in other ways?]
I want--
[He catches himself before his mouth runs away from him (when does that happen?) He catches himself, before he can say that he wants Light rough against him, crushing him with kisses and bruising, welcome lust.]
I want to know what you like, of course, my friend...
[And it hangs there, a question in his stiff posture and tense eyes. A bit longer and he won't be able to quell the urge to make the first desirous move. This slight, anxious hesitation is Light's chance to do the same, a moment sooner.]
[ Alarm bell should be ringing at such a volume that no other thought should be possible but instead, this feels right. Light has used seduction as a tool in the past, but he's never felt such physical desire. After seeing the way lust could bend the minds of weaker people, he'd considered it a blessing. Now that he's a victim of the heat that pools in his stomach, Light refuses to be led by the longing.
He doesn't plan to ignore it, either. After all, it's L. No matter what side of the line they find themselves on, the draw never weakens. The older man had died at his hands, eyes wide with realization only a second too late, and still, Light never found a feeling quite as strong. There is no match; it's always had to be the two of them. In life or death.
Steady footsteps erase any distance that might keep them apart. The same steady breaths quicken and betray Light's own rising lust. L's mind is no longer enough. Perhaps he should stop and question L's own desires, but somehow, there's no doubt in Light's mind that it will be returned. Hadn't they just said it? Their thoughts all too often overlap. ]
Right now? I want to taste the chocolate on his lips.
[ As if it's about the chocolates. Light trusts that his partner knows the real message: I want to kiss you so hard that there's nothing to hide from me. Now that the words are spoken, only a coward would back down. His hand rests on L's pale jaw just a fraction of a second before Light plays offensive and starts the kiss. Even with a speed that suggests urgency, his head bends to find the most natural fit for their faces. It's Light Yagami; he refuses to be anything less than skilled. ]
[It's a terrible idea by every possible measure. L knows it; Light must, too. They both probably even have an inkling that the chocolates are to blame, and could override it with willpower if they really wanted to.
Do they really want to, after all? Did L bring them back just to play with fire? The inferno encroaches, and while L is so excellent at playing chicken with perceived threats, when one is on his doorstep (let alone in his lap), he's less well-equipped. Nevertheless, he can't look at Light with the eyes of a questioning child. Not now, or like this. Because there can be no doubt; they're of a like mind, and always have been.
He blinks once, a measured response to the brazen audacity. Then he leans forward to meet Light as casually as if he's taking a bite of an apple in his own hand. Teeth are involved, because L is quietly angry about Light's superior initiative, but they're softer than they might have been and far more forgiving, because Light has figured out in his brashness that they are well-suited to each other physically. Their lips fit, which leads L to believe this might be true elsewhere.
His hands brace against Light's chest as if to push him away. The last, failing acknowledgment that this is a horrible idea dies as his fingers fist in Light's shirt, pulling him closer instead. All that felt like a flock of batting and licking kittens when he was with Shoyo has metamorphosed into a raging bull, and he wants to be beneath it and above it, his fingers opening and spreading to pull at Light's buttons.]
[ Their chemistry isn't new. Though Light may have been a stranger to feeling physical attraction, he's felt a connection to L that hasn't been duplicated in the years since the detective's murder. Bored and malaise replaced the once burning pleasure that occupied his mind and body when the two were at their most dangerous. No, it may not have spilled into a physical type of want, but now that it has, Light can't say it feels too different. The only difference is that it's his body reacting instead of his mind.
A fire once ignited is much more difficult to control. Their lips meet and their tastes mingle and all else fades into the distance. Case files and work is secondary to the way L feels against him. One chocolate gave him affection and the other lust; the latter is rarely satisfied by a kiss no matter how much passion it might hold. As his partner works to rid Light of buttons, Light angles him toward the desk. Once he can feel the other body hit the wooden frame, it's time for his own hands to join the assault.
Clothing is in the way. Light is sure they both agree. It would be easy to be fast and dirty and maybe they should be with the door unlocked, but Light plans on tasting and feeling everything that is both his partner and his nemesis.
The kiss breaks but only for a moment. His lips are soon on L's throat, first as a kiss and then a knick with his teeth as if marking him for later. He grins in the following kiss, in the following nipple, and then as his tongue 'soothes' the area. L can wear turtlenecks to keep today from the public, but he'll see them whenever he sees his own reflection. ]
[Though some might dismiss L and Shoyo's relationship as being chaste, and even technically virginal, the two had explored enough to prime them in a fair number of techniques. L's hands know what they're doing, and where they are going; his kissing is practiced and melds easily to Light's mouth, not shying away from pressing his tongue against the other's teeth, and further if allowed. It's the center of his focus and arousal, the soft give of tongue and palate contrasted with teeth as he pulls Light's shirt away from him bit-by bit. The last button prompts a shucking motion to peel the sleeves off and discard the garment on the floor, sure to be wrinkled.
If he notices that Light is moving him towards a better angle for their purposes, he doesn't acknowledge it. He lies back, if anything, dropping Light's shirt to the floor and pulling him more deeply into a kiss.
Then it breaks, and L shudders, because suddenly, Light has too much control. His mouth is on a tender spot, more so because a knife in the same place could kill him, and he's both horrified and elated as a result. L's fingers knot in Light's hair, and his breath catches as he says, in his attempt to regain control]
Let me take care of you.
[Dark eyes flick up to meet Light's, a moment of human respect and acknowledgment, before he pushes him away only to slip between them. L is guarded, even now, careful not to lose control. It's what he loves about the technique he perfected with Shoyo, the foyer of his mouth lavish and welcoming, but never beyond a certain threshold.
He slips, bony and lithe, between the edge of the counter and Light, dropping first to one knee and then another. He doesn't consider this degrading; it saves him from true vulnerability, he thinks, and is therefore a sort of triumph. If he can have Light's legs shaking and at the mercy of his own urges, then he considers it a victory, and no kind of submission.
His slender fingers work at Light's button and zipper, pulling him loose, taking him in. He doubts the other will have any complaints, because all that L cares about in the world, he fucks with his mouth.]
[ Once, Light is sure he would have known what to expect. L was a recluse in a tower that only allowed someone into his space if it was required while also being willing to invade your own comfort zone. That L was a virgin, at least by Light's assumptions. However, a year after arriving here and being forced into the real world without someone looking after his every need but also without the weight of 'L' on his shoulders, it's impossible to guess.
The way he slides to his knees and immediately removes any obstacles between himself and Light's pants suggests he's very practiced in this. It's an odd realization and one that will have to wait until later.
At least L is right: Light has no complaints about his next move and when he pushes aside pants and the underwear beneath he'll find him already rising to the occasion. It's not a position he would have offered in return; they're often on the same wavelength but it's not so odd for them to have a disagreement. Looking down at L between his legs, working to 'take care of him', it's impossible to see it as anything less than submission and vulnerability though perhaps experience should have taught him differently. Misa usually takes charge during sex and in spite of being in the 'receiving' position, most people would agree it's her who's in control if only because it's easier for Light.
More important than seeing submission in the act, he also sees a very, very attractive picture, and his body responds. Even while not fully hard, Light isn't a small man.
Reaching down, he runs a hand through L's hair in encouragement. The hand continues down, stroking his face before playfully running across his lips, Light's own face wearing a grin. Soon, L's mouth will be too busy to touch. ]
[L is glad to find that he's able to pull Light close and willing, though he's frankly surprised at how willing. It only goes further to light his own secret fires as he presses more insistently, modulating his teeth and tongue to pull Light closer, before drawing back, his mouth retreating while his hands squeeze more closely at his hips and buttocks.
They unite to press firmer and clearer. He only takes a break, slightly breathless, to tell Light what he thought the other man would already know.)]
Didn't you? I'm something of a provider...
[His bid for a masculine role as he dips again to take Light in, fully, carefully and committedly. The way he holds and grasps at Light's hips says that, indeed, for however quiet and submissive his posture, he reaches for a way to hold court and a way to ensure victory. If Light comes, this way, L remains untouched, unsullied, unknown. If Light comes this way, L gets something, just as much or more than the climax that would undo Light.]
[ A sharp gasp fills the room to add to the erotic noises that can only be attributed to the most intimate of acts. His body is human so it's not as if he's never gotten pleasure from the act itself, but with the chocolates acting as an enhancer, Light can say it's easily the best he's felt while being in someone's mouth.
Closed eyes can't see L, but the image is still seared into Light's mind. The detective is on his knees, mouth open and quickly taking him inside. It's impressive, more than he'd have assumed him capable of managing. Light isn't a small man.
Experienced. He isn't sure how he feels about that.
The flame of a candle has erupted into something that thrums throughout his blood. Light needs this, but there's only so much he can show without making it obvious that it's something he'd be disappointed to lose. Instead of allowing L to 'provide', he plans to be a more active participant. As his hand dips to cup the back of L's head, his hips give a testing roll; it isn't attractive to either of them if he gags the detective. ]
You're doing well.
[ Three words that sound innocent enough, but it's the tone that tries to wrestle back a bit of control. It's the voice of a man having something done for him, not that of a man having something done to him.
If L can manage to take him further with the roll of Light's hips, they can find a matching pace. The muscles in his stomach almost cramp with the need for L to continue, to move faster, to do more. He won't be satisfied easily. ]
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Now, it's there. Foreign and almost uncomfortable in its intensity, the heat won't easily be ignored. ]
Sometimes, we're so well in sync it's like we're sharing a mind.
[ With an easy push, Light is off the desk. What is he doing? Why did he go from the early morning annoyance to desire? Before he's capable of questioning it too intensely, the feelings wash over him again.
It can matter later. ]
Sometimes, it's like I can't even begin to guess. I don't know which I like more.
[ The smile is heated; Light isn't being crude, but the stare doesn't break at all. ]
But I know that I like both.
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I've thought so, too.
[Regarding sharing a mind. He's not even lying; the proof is etched in every facet of the Kira investigation, even if they were both younger, then. His eyes follow Light as he launches gently away from the desk, pacing the room they both own.]
We tend to like the same things... wouldn't you agree?
[He turns away from the coffee, eyes on Light, not forsaking him, just watching every movement like it's scripture. When has the other man's eyes ever been on him this way, as though he's not just a mind worth sparring with, but a human being worth clashing with in other ways?]
I want--
[He catches himself before his mouth runs away from him (when does that happen?) He catches himself, before he can say that he wants Light rough against him, crushing him with kisses and bruising, welcome lust.]
I want to know what you like, of course, my friend...
[And it hangs there, a question in his stiff posture and tense eyes. A bit longer and he won't be able to quell the urge to make the first desirous move. This slight, anxious hesitation is Light's chance to do the same, a moment sooner.]
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He doesn't plan to ignore it, either. After all, it's L. No matter what side of the line they find themselves on, the draw never weakens. The older man had died at his hands, eyes wide with realization only a second too late, and still, Light never found a feeling quite as strong. There is no match; it's always had to be the two of them. In life or death.
Steady footsteps erase any distance that might keep them apart. The same steady breaths quicken and betray Light's own rising lust. L's mind is no longer enough. Perhaps he should stop and question L's own desires, but somehow, there's no doubt in Light's mind that it will be returned. Hadn't they just said it? Their thoughts all too often overlap. ]
Right now? I want to taste the chocolate on his lips.
[ As if it's about the chocolates. Light trusts that his partner knows the real message: I want to kiss you so hard that there's nothing to hide from me. Now that the words are spoken, only a coward would back down. His hand rests on L's pale jaw just a fraction of a second before Light plays offensive and starts the kiss. Even with a speed that suggests urgency, his head bends to find the most natural fit for their faces. It's Light Yagami; he refuses to be anything less than skilled. ]
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Do they really want to, after all? Did L bring them back just to play with fire? The inferno encroaches, and while L is so excellent at playing chicken with perceived threats, when one is on his doorstep (let alone in his lap), he's less well-equipped. Nevertheless, he can't look at Light with the eyes of a questioning child. Not now, or like this. Because there can be no doubt; they're of a like mind, and always have been.
He blinks once, a measured response to the brazen audacity. Then he leans forward to meet Light as casually as if he's taking a bite of an apple in his own hand. Teeth are involved, because L is quietly angry about Light's superior initiative, but they're softer than they might have been and far more forgiving, because Light has figured out in his brashness that they are well-suited to each other physically. Their lips fit, which leads L to believe this might be true elsewhere.
His hands brace against Light's chest as if to push him away. The last, failing acknowledgment that this is a horrible idea dies as his fingers fist in Light's shirt, pulling him closer instead. All that felt like a flock of batting and licking kittens when he was with Shoyo has metamorphosed into a raging bull, and he wants to be beneath it and above it, his fingers opening and spreading to pull at Light's buttons.]
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A fire once ignited is much more difficult to control. Their lips meet and their tastes mingle and all else fades into the distance. Case files and work is secondary to the way L feels against him. One chocolate gave him affection and the other lust; the latter is rarely satisfied by a kiss no matter how much passion it might hold. As his partner works to rid Light of buttons, Light angles him toward the desk. Once he can feel the other body hit the wooden frame, it's time for his own hands to join the assault.
Clothing is in the way. Light is sure they both agree. It would be easy to be fast and dirty and maybe they should be with the door unlocked, but Light plans on tasting and feeling everything that is both his partner and his nemesis.
The kiss breaks but only for a moment. His lips are soon on L's throat, first as a kiss and then a knick with his teeth as if marking him for later. He grins in the following kiss, in the following nipple, and then as his tongue 'soothes' the area. L can wear turtlenecks to keep today from the public, but he'll see them whenever he sees his own reflection. ]
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If he notices that Light is moving him towards a better angle for their purposes, he doesn't acknowledge it. He lies back, if anything, dropping Light's shirt to the floor and pulling him more deeply into a kiss.
Then it breaks, and L shudders, because suddenly, Light has too much control. His mouth is on a tender spot, more so because a knife in the same place could kill him, and he's both horrified and elated as a result. L's fingers knot in Light's hair, and his breath catches as he says, in his attempt to regain control]
Let me take care of you.
[Dark eyes flick up to meet Light's, a moment of human respect and acknowledgment, before he pushes him away only to slip between them. L is guarded, even now, careful not to lose control. It's what he loves about the technique he perfected with Shoyo, the foyer of his mouth lavish and welcoming, but never beyond a certain threshold.
He slips, bony and lithe, between the edge of the counter and Light, dropping first to one knee and then another. He doesn't consider this degrading; it saves him from true vulnerability, he thinks, and is therefore a sort of triumph. If he can have Light's legs shaking and at the mercy of his own urges, then he considers it a victory, and no kind of submission.
His slender fingers work at Light's button and zipper, pulling him loose, taking him in. He doubts the other will have any complaints, because all that L cares about in the world, he fucks with his mouth.]
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The way he slides to his knees and immediately removes any obstacles between himself and Light's pants suggests he's very practiced in this. It's an odd realization and one that will have to wait until later.
At least L is right: Light has no complaints about his next move and when he pushes aside pants and the underwear beneath he'll find him already rising to the occasion. It's not a position he would have offered in return; they're often on the same wavelength but it's not so odd for them to have a disagreement. Looking down at L between his legs, working to 'take care of him', it's impossible to see it as anything less than submission and vulnerability though perhaps experience should have taught him differently. Misa usually takes charge during sex and in spite of being in the 'receiving' position, most people would agree it's her who's in control if only because it's easier for Light.
More important than seeing submission in the act, he also sees a very, very attractive picture, and his body responds. Even while not fully hard, Light isn't a small man.
Reaching down, he runs a hand through L's hair in encouragement. The hand continues down, stroking his face before playfully running across his lips, Light's own face wearing a grin. Soon, L's mouth will be too busy to touch. ]
I never thought I'd hear you saying that line.
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They unite to press firmer and clearer. He only takes a break, slightly breathless, to tell Light what he thought the other man would already know.)]
Didn't you? I'm something of a provider...
[His bid for a masculine role as he dips again to take Light in, fully, carefully and committedly. The way he holds and grasps at Light's hips says that, indeed, for however quiet and submissive his posture, he reaches for a way to hold court and a way to ensure victory. If Light comes, this way, L remains untouched, unsullied, unknown. If Light comes this way, L gets something, just as much or more than the climax that would undo Light.]
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[ A sharp gasp fills the room to add to the erotic noises that can only be attributed to the most intimate of acts. His body is human so it's not as if he's never gotten pleasure from the act itself, but with the chocolates acting as an enhancer, Light can say it's easily the best he's felt while being in someone's mouth.
Closed eyes can't see L, but the image is still seared into Light's mind. The detective is on his knees, mouth open and quickly taking him inside. It's impressive, more than he'd have assumed him capable of managing. Light isn't a small man.
Experienced. He isn't sure how he feels about that.
The flame of a candle has erupted into something that thrums throughout his blood. Light needs this, but there's only so much he can show without making it obvious that it's something he'd be disappointed to lose. Instead of allowing L to 'provide', he plans to be a more active participant. As his hand dips to cup the back of L's head, his hips give a testing roll; it isn't attractive to either of them if he gags the detective. ]
You're doing well.
[ Three words that sound innocent enough, but it's the tone that tries to wrestle back a bit of control. It's the voice of a man having something done for him, not that of a man having something done to him.
If L can manage to take him further with the roll of Light's hips, they can find a matching pace. The muscles in his stomach almost cramp with the need for L to continue, to move faster, to do more. He won't be satisfied easily. ]