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(Day 8)
They can’t keep their hands off each other.
The other detectives have gone from being mildly horrified to trying desperately to pretend it’s not happening in front of them - except for Matsuda, who clearly thinks this is the best thing that has ever happened to their investigation. He coughs politely when L idly strokes Light’s wrist with one hand and eats sugar with the other, and ushers everyone out of the room ‘so Yagami-kun and Ryuuzaki can have some time to brainstorm.’
At one point L comments that if the prisoner goes unpunished after the thirteen- day mark, then Raito-kun has the best chance of being the original Kira of all their remaining suspects. Matsuda blanches.
“But surely you don’t still think Yagami-kun is -” he trails off.
L blinks at him.
Light is overcome with the urge to wrap his fingers around L’s wrist, so he does.
Matsuda coughs politely. “Well,” he observes, carefully avoiding looking down at their joined hands. “At least no one can question your objectivity.”
(Light does anyway.)
It gets to be a problem, especially when Misa walks in on the two of them flush up against each other in the stakeout room, L pinning Light to the wall and Light with one hand down L’s trousers and the other one stroking the back of his neck.
She doesn’t look shocked or even surprised by the time they’ve sprung apart (but not too far, and not guiltily, and L’s hand is still caught in the tangles of Light’s hair).
“He’s Kira,” she tells L, rolling her eyes at Light’s ashen face. Then she walks out, her boot heels clacking Light’s personalized stiletto death march on the concrete floor.
“Your girlfriend thinks I’m fucking Kira,” L says, kissing him again and pushing his fingers back through Light’s hair.
Light is momentarily distracted enough to stop thinking about dying.
He spends the rest of the day expecting to die anyway, expecting Rem to either kill him or tell Misa where to find the other Death Note so she can personally have the pleasure. He snaps at everyone.
L is amused.
“I wonder what it feels like to die, Raito-kun? Do you ever think about it?” he asks over dinner. Light nearly strangles him before he realizes that L is joking.
He stabs his food and refuses to answer. L says gently, “You miss her.”
Light looks up, surprised by the sincerity in L’s voice.
“As the second Kira, she must have been excellent security for you,” L continues.
When his glare doesn’t faze L, Light has no choice but to fuck him on top of the table, L’s body taut and long and stretched out below him, fingers gripping the table like claws. His skin is paler than ever - the stress of sleeping with a serial killer has to show somewhere - and his skin turns blotchy red where Light touches him. Sweat runs down his back in a sheer, thin line. His hair sticks to his neck.
L is stunning in odd moments. How stunning he would be if Light could only -
He is Kira, he should be free to do with L what he pleases. The knowledge that L is the only thing stopping this fills him with equal parts rage and arousal as he fucks him, and when he finally comes, L’s sigh only makes him angrier.
“Why do you want me to be Kira so badly?” he breathes against the base of L’s neck. L’s legs are drawn up beneath the table, his body taut against Light’s, and Light is sure that he dreams of L’s death, of the vivid fear painted across his face in contrast to the unsettled arousal there now.
L looks away, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face. He reaches down, but Light knocks his fingers away and flips him over onto his back. L stares up at him curiously, and Light tries to ignore his rising impatience as he moves between L’s thighs.
L’s breath comes out a sharp stutter, but then he answers and Light knows he has been thinking about the question since long before Light asked it. He parts his lips around L’s cock and smiles, and L settles his fingers in Light’s hair.
“I want you to be Kira,” L says, his voice a high, faint whisper, “because there can’t be two of you.”
Light looks up at him.
L’s fingers are digging into the table cloth.
“There can’t be… anyone else…”
And Light remembers - has an image of L’s eyes lingering too long on his, of his arms on the back of L’s chair as they studied the death lists - standing too close, leaning over too far. Feeling courses through him, and, unsure whether it is remembered or brand-new, he murmurs, “Ryuuzaki,” around L’s orgasm, in the same instance that L’s body jerks, and he cries out:
“Kira.”
L’s eyes squeeze shut.
Light’s snap open.
(Day 9.)