Strange Bedfellows Ch 2 Trust
A/N: I don't own Death Note.
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"Haha, very funny Ryuuzaki…" Light knew full well that L was childish and wasn't above making er… light of him, he hoped it was the case now…
L stalked purposely towards him. "Cut it out! You're taking this too far!"
Light did not like how… exposed he was at the moment from his current position, having fallen awkwardly to the floor moments ago and was currently tangled with the over-turned office chair. Light remained frozen as L drew near. No, he didn't try to get away. That would appear weak...
"I'm serious, Light-kun," L said sincerely, removing the offending chair and straddling Light's lap…
Light couldn't help but notice that L was currently focused on undoing his red tie and then proceeded to attack the top button of his dress shirt.
"Ryuuzaki…" Light began in a threatening tone but did nothing to stop L when he pinned his wrists with one hand and slowly undid his dress shirt, one button at a time, with the other. Once he got it part-way open L surreptitiously stuck his free hand into the open hole, lightly trailed his fingertips across Light's chest. L's dark eyes scrutinizing Light's every reaction including the look of shock that played across Light's face as L fondled his chest because this felt… nice. L detected the slight change in the younger man's breathing, tweaking his left nipple hard which earned him a sharp intake of breath. L grinned wickedly as he moved above him, feeling where Light was already hard inside his pants. Light was still keyed up from using the notebook. L had previously noted that Light always got really excited from using the notebook and had pondered on whether it was the act of killing or some bizarre magic side-effect courtesy of the notebook itself. As far as Light was concerned it was just an embarrassing inconvenience that he was perfectly capable of getting rid of himself…
But as far as L was concerned… it was convenient for him.
"Well, well. What have we here?" L smirked as he cupped his arousal right through his pants.
"Ryuuzaki… please don't…!" Light began in a warning tone but his resolve was weakening as long, pale, dexterous fingers dragged his fly down.
Light's breath hitched as L's fingertips just barely grazed his skin a few times before he withdrew his hand, teasingly to focus elsewhere. He knew he was winning when this earned him a small groan of protest from Light at the loss of contact. L noted with triumph that it didn't take much to get Light squirming. L was beginning to suspect Light had never been touched this way. After all, who would dare?
Light swallowed hard. "Think about this-our reputations!"
"No one needs to know," L whispered huskily in his ear. "And if they do… this will in no way affect us professionally," L assured. "After all you are still Kira and I am still L," L whispered in his smooth baritone. "Who would dare defy us?"
"Us…?" Light repeated, huskily. L knew he had the little Godling… hook, line, and sinker.
L was leaning in close their lips almost touching… when he drew back at the last moment. There was a flash of annoyance on Light's face but it was gone before it registered.
L resumed his bland expression as he explained clinically "This is simply the most expedient means to learning to trust each other."
"Speaking of which, I still don't think I trust you, I notice you didn't catch me," Light grumbled.
"I didn't know you'd be falling." L said as he hung above the younger man, his grin widened as he saw how Light was blushing adorably.
"Er… When are we starting these… drills?" Light asked nervously, voice almost a whisper.
"I don't see why we can't start now?" Light swallowed nervously as L lecherously licked his lips. He began to feel like things were spiraling out of control here. "You know, the sooner we resolve these issues…" L again insisted his intentions were noble… as he resumed his pawing.
"But, we shouldn't… Here? In the control room?" Light panicked, scandalized. "What if someone…?"
L sighed, he had no problem with banging… er, learning to trust Kira right here but he supposed Light had a point. "Of course not."
The detective reluctantly withdrew, and began unbinding… Light realized belatedly, coming out of his L-induced daze that at some point L had started teasing him with both hands and wasn't holding him down… he had used his necktie to bind his wrists to the chair?
How had that happened?
Light glared at the detective in annoyance, awe, and some other feeling he hadn't really ever experienced before and couldn't quite identify… but whatever it was it sent butterflies into the pit of his stomach and made him weak in the knees.
Fuck. He got me. He got me good.
L held out his hand to help Light to his feet in an almost gentlemanly fashion… and then grasped him by the wrist and pulled him along, almost running to their shared bedroom. Since they were housing so many survivors space was limited. Light and L hadn't moved out of the room they used when they were chained together for the investigation.
They had been chained together for months and L never tried anything or showed any indication that this was what he had in mind… well except that he was always staring when he was getting dressed or showering… but that was beside the point. (Surely it was only for the investigation that he watched him so closely…)
Light supposed having L at his feet, and touching him like that again was something he most certainly wouldn't mind...
"Er, who… dominates first?" Light asked after L shut the door and made a quick call arranging things with their subordinates. Light pretended not to notice how L had earlier taken the initiative.
L pretended to think about it and said "Let's flip a coin for it-heads…"
L dug a coin out of his pocket and tossed it… "Oh look, heads. I win."
"That's a two-headed coin isn't it?" Light asked suspiciously.
"Trust lesson number one-do not ask to see the coin."
"H-hey!" Light protested when L all but shoved him backwards onto the bed. The detective followed him, perching on the end of the bed in his signature crouch.
L admired how Light's dress shirt still sloppily hung open; revealing his bare chest marked with a couple new bruises which were beginning to form. The detective smiled and again took Kira by surprise when he casually leaned down to kiss the younger man on the lips. L's smiled harder when he saw how Light was getting all riled up.
"You kis-and… and in the bed…? I thought you said this was just a drill!"
"It IS just a drill," L insisted. "The bed is merely for comfort and I am merely strengthening our social bonds," L said between more sloppy kisses. "I don't know about you but I feel more loyal to you already, Light. Won't you allow me to worship you?"
Light kissed him back hungrily.
L chuckled. "Is that a yes?"
"Hmmm?"
"Alright then, Light-kun. Take off your clothes, please," the detective commanded in his usual impassive voice.
"Ryuuzaki…"
L's lips twitched upwards as he detected the light blush across the younger man's features.
"The drill has begun. Please do as I say."
Light seemed to hesitate, and simply stared at the other man, getting lost in the dark abyss of the detective's eyes.
"Light-kun?"
"Yeah?"
"You agreed, Light-kun. Or are you already going to go back on our bargain?"
Still blushing, Light glanced away but L forcefully regained his attention when he put a hand on his shoulder.
"Light-kun, it's just a drill. There's nothing to be ashamed of but I need you to participate if this arrangement is going to work. You want this to work, correct?"
"Of course I do!"
"Then please obey my instructions," the detective's grin widened "do not worry. It's nothing I haven't seen before."
Light glared in irritation but reluctantly began to move. He had to sit up in the bed in order to undress himself and that position put his face scant inches away from L. Light impulsively leaned forward to kiss him again but L stopped him, dragging his thumb along the underside of Light's chin.
"No," the detective commanded, "During this drill I expect you to follow my instructions exactly if you please."
Light huffed but he reluctantly pulled off his dress shirt, keenly aware of L's unblinking gaze. Of course he wasn't excited to be doing this with Ryuuzaki. Of course not! It just wasn't in his nature to be so... passive. Light knew he was perfectly self-disciplined and trustworthy but he wanted to prove it now to Ryuuzaki. He'd show L-he was ready for anything! He would pull off this drill successfully.
He would not lose.
L suddenly shot out, grabbing hold of the offending shirt and flung it away. Light, with his perfectionist tendencies, cringed as he watched how his shirt fluttered to the haphazardly to the floor to from a sloppy white pile of fabric on the floor. (He'd have to iron it later.) Light slowly, but determinedly undid his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, arching an eyebrow as he heard the detective make a noise similar to the sounds he would make when enjoying a fudge sundae.
Poor Ryuuzaki. With the way things are outside he probably won't be getting any fudge sundaes ever again…
Light smirked. Drill or not, L apparently liked what he saw. L made that sound again as Light slowly pulled down his dark trousers revealing more of the pale bronze skin of his legs.
No… I am a genius and God of this World. Surely, I can find a way to get Ryuuzaki his damned ice cream. It'll just take time…
Light found he liked the way L was watching him (always watching) Light supposed he was never really bothered by it; in fact even before… even though it was because he was a suspect, there was always something very appealing to know that L, the L, was watching.
L moved in close, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of Light's underwear, his dark eyes lit up as he tugged lightly at the offending article, or rather obstacle of clothing.
"These next!"
Light detected the hint of excitement that leaked into the other man's signature monotone.
"Of course," he said as he shoved down his boxers, leaving himself completely exposed before his former adversary who meanwhile made no move to take his clothes off…
"Good," the detective praised as he ran his spidery fingers up and down Light's bare chest. "Now… wait here."
Before Light could think to protest L had disappeared.
What the hell?
For a panicked moment Light considered that Ryuuzaki might be pulling some sort of cruel prank on him when the detective returned with a plain, unmarked box under his arm. From within the box L withdrew something that was pink and fuzzy and had the (now familiar) jingle of chains.
"We will be using these," L announced nonchalantly as he held up the pink fuzzy handcuffs.
"You-! You've been preparing for this!"
"I admittedly wasn't expecting this particular scenario; however a good detective is prepared for any eventuality. Now put them on."
"What, you expect me to be completely at your mercy?"
Light leveled a glare but L held his ground.
"Yes. That's the idea."
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