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A Sort of Power, part 1

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I have three apologies to make:
1) Late all round.
2) I can't seem to write short fics.
3) It's kind of hard to keep a sexy mood with Ryuk interrupting all the time. Tried my best to get the balance right.

All the same, I hope you enjoy. :)

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Light glared at the ceiling. It was all very well for Matsuda to suggest he spend the night at the investigation headquarters; all very well for him to say brightly that he himself did so on occasion, when he’d had a particularly busy day and had only been allowed to stop working in the early hours of the morning; all very well for him to hand Light a blanket and say “Sleep well!” while smiling as if there was nothing wrong with the scenario he had created. But the fact of the matter was that Light was lying on a sofa in L’s hotel room.

And it was weird.

To be sure, he was exhausted: while school was not exactly a physically or emotionally draining experience, it did still involve a certain amount of brainpower, and to go directly from that to working on this case did take it out of him. To attempt to get closer to L, earn his trust, find out more about the Second Kira, lead the investigation in a direction that would benefit him and live up to the reputation that had got him here all at the same time was not impossible, but it left him no time for idle thoughts. Even so, it would probably still be bearable if not for the fact that L was a slave driver, and had the irritating habit of keeping everyone awake and working until midnight or later. The detective was apparently unaware that normal humans, unlike himself, needed to sleep once in a while to prevent themselves from going insane. Just because it was too late for L did not mean he had the right to drive everyone else crazy too.

And yet, despite his tiredness, Light could not allow himself to sleep. The sofa was comfortable enough- huge, in fact, with satin cushions and all sorts of stupid things like that; L’s hotel suites were always the height of luxury, with enough equipment to sink the Titanic, food fit for royalty and furniture that made even Mogi look small in comparison. While it was not completely dark, there was nothing but the faint glow of distant television screens to intrude on his eyes- other than the faint outline of Ryuk standing in the corner, of course, but that was all too familiar a sight. The room was quiet, too- not silent, but the faint buzzing of a dozen computers and the distant clink clink clink of L’s cutlery as he ate whatever dessert he was currently occupied with was hardly enough to disturb him. No, the only things keeping Light awake were his own thoughts.

God damn it, he thought angrily, rolling over and almost sliding off the cushions; he threw half a dozen across the room in frustration. Matsuda had no right to suggest he stayed here- and so cheerily, too, like his idea was truly helpful and acceptable. Light had baulked at the suggestion, and instantly thought of a thousand reasons not to- I don’t want to intrude, I’d feel more comfortable at home, I don’t have a change of clothes, I’ve got school tomorrow, I’ve spent way too long under scrutiny and I’d rather keep my nights blissfully L-free if it’s all the same with you- but the second L had looked up from his plate of cherries to second the invitation Light had known he could not refuse without looking suspicious.

Damn it, L.

He hated to admit it, but working so closely with the detective was taking its toll on his nerves. It was not that he wasn’t used to being watched, but L’s gaze was somehow different, his unblinking eyes giving nothing back in return for his long analytical stares, the invisible shutters behind his irises leaving Light feeling irritated, like he was at a distinct disadvantage in whatever game it was that led L to look at him for so long. Light was far too rational to believe in psychic abilities, but just being under L’s eyes for too long left him feeling drained, stripped, like he couldn’t even breathe without giving a clue away. And now he was to be stuck here all night, knowing that the dark-haired man was sitting just next door, overly aware of his presence and the power he wielded in this situation.