Kira, Sweetheart Ch 11 Epilogue (Part 1) A Slice of Life
A/N: The epilogue kind of got away from me here so I decided to break it up into two chapters because (OCD-mode ACTIVATE) really, an eleven chapter fic is just so uneven!
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Light’s eyes slowly fluttered open as he felt the comfortable warmth of the golden rays of his namesake against his skin. It was sunlight through a window-that was so unlike the harsh, sterile florescent lights of their usual abodes that it took him a moment to remember where they were.
L preferred bunkers, safe houses, and tall high rise buildings away from people and he typically stayed away from anything with a window unless it was on very tall buildings with no neighboring skyscrapers-like this particular hotel room-and even then the detective would typically only risk looking at the outside world in the dark of night.
Light smiled against the skin of his lover’s bare shoulder. Naturally he knew L had quirks, and was a paranoid neurotic, going into the relationship. He also knew from personal experience that this wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. On the whole he found his partner’s phobias to be very practical and justified-after all, one of the most influential people on the planet would live in fear of snipers. Though L’s true appearance was known to only a few people even a few people knowing could be dangerous. Light also knew this by personal experience-there was that one time a couple of years ago while acting as a liaison on “Deneve’s” behalf a man had tried to murder him-all because someone had let slip that Light Yagami was once accused of being Kira. Light supposed he probably had that idiot Matsuda to thank for that and, if he wanted to get technical, L as well for accusing him in the first place. But try as he might he couldn’t really stay mad at L-for one thing whenever Light got mad at L the manipulative detective would give him that cute and innocent look that would ultimately result in them spending a day and a half in bed together. And to be fair it was L’s training that had saved him that time. Light figured he was mature enough to put it all into perspective- he owned L his life, several times over. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind-without L he wouldn’t be alive today.
And everyone makes mistakes, even great detectives. Of course Light hadn’t been happy to be accused of being Kira but he knew that without the Kira case he would have never have gotten to meet L and Light knew he would never trade that for the world. And when he was working with L-that was absolutely amazing-Light really felt like he was making a difference and though the work was often stressful at least it was never boring.
Yes, everything was as it should be.
The lithe brunette stretched languidly in bed, reawakening tired and aching muscles as he pondered the significance of the position of the sun outside-it was already mid-morning and it seemed they were having a bit of a lie in. L was still curled up against him, his slow, deep breaths ghosting against his cheek. Despite his partner’s stirrings the insomniac detective showed no signs of waking. Light chuckled to himself. He liked to think that he had taught the insomniac detective about the value of a good night’s sleep though he knew this wasn’t the case.
No doubt he’s still worn out from last night. Light thought smugly. In all the years that he’d known the great detective, Light had discovered only one thing that could make the chronic insomniac sleep so soundly.
Light propped himself up by one arm and took a moment or two to just stare at the other man.
L… You’re so damned cute!
The black raven’s nest of L’s hair was even messier than usual. Light’s OCD kicked in with the compulsion to reach out and touch the aforementioned “cute” man’s hair-Light tried to gently detangle the detective’s bed head back to its usual spiky mane of ordered chaos.
L finally stirred out of his catatonic state when his lover kissed him lightly on the forehead.
“Hey, wake up sleepy head. We have that meeting today.”
L groaned and snuggled back against Light’s chest as if it was a pillow. “Do we have to?”
Light giggled again as the world’s greatest detective took to whining petulantly before he patiently reminded him. “It was your idea, L.”
L began to grumble again but Light successfully shut him up by attacking him playfully.
“Not that this isn’t enjoyable but I thought you said we have to get up…?” L hummed in amusement in between bouts of face-mashing.
“Well… If we’re quick… I mean I took this eventuality into account when drafting the schedule...”
“So you’re saying that really, I could still be still sleeping right now.” L flopped back down dramatically onto the mattress.
“Would you rather be sleeping?” Light pouted.
“No,” L admitted before pulling Light down on top of him, kissing him again ravenously. It was not long before Light was pulling him eagerly into the shower. Their hot, wet bodies pressed together as the shower beat down on them like a tropical rainstorm.
“Turn around,” Light commanded.
“I’m afraid I’m still a bit sore from last night…”
“…So I can do your hair.”
“Oh,” he said, a note of disappointment creeping into his voice. L keened softly as his partner gently touched him. This was so sensual it was almost worth getting Light’s conditioner rubbed into his murky matted mane. L turned around again when he was finished and forcefully pressed their swollen erections together. Light eagerly thrust back against him, enjoying that divine heat and friction as they stroked and thrust against each other. L moaned deep in his throat as he rubbed against the familiar scar of his lover's right hand. They both came within a few seconds of each other into their intertwined hands.
After they cleaned up and leaned on each other for support as they made their way to get dressed and have breakfast. As tempting as it was to crash again they did have a full schedule for today-bur both were in desperate need of coffee, or tea, or both-as long as it had caffeine in it. Oddly, their doctor had yet to yell at them about that. Perhaps he thought they were a lost cause.
L grumbled again as Light helped him into a loose white dress shirt and black dress pants a couple of sizes too big (the detective wasn’t comfortable in tight fitting clothes seeing as he had slight nerve damage in his legs-sitting in front of a computer all day didn’t come without its toll) and brushed the tangles out of his wild and matted black hair and pulled it back into a neat pony tail. Of course the world’s three greatest detectives was perfectly capable of dressing himself-he was just being petulant as usual.
“This was your idea, too,” Light reminded his irritable partner. “Remember last time? You said you’d do ‘whatever it takes.’”
“Do me a favor,” L groaned as he sagged against Light as he suffered through this very unnecessary makeover. “Stop me from having ideas.”
Out of consideration for his poor slob of a life-partner Light purposely left the top button undone-L absolutely refused to wear a tie-sure he let Light dress him up for this but still, he had his standards. The overall effect had L looking very rakish and “Very sexy,” Light said aloud before he could stop himself. The detective once again sent his partner his trademarked probing stare and noticed how the younger man was practically drooling.
“What’s the point in dressing me in this ridiculous outfit if you’re just going to rip it off me again immediately?” L asked wryly.
Light punched him lightly in the arm. L gave a superior smirk that he could still make Light get all flustered. In response Light merely folded his arms across his chest, arched a fine eyebrow giving L his own patented look of mock distain and pretended L hadn’t just gotten a rise out of him. “I’m not that quick! And even if that was physically possible you do realize we don’t have enough time!”
L sighed. Light was such a worrier. It was an intrinsic, and annoying, personality trait but L kept hoping he would one day learn to loosen up a bit; though the senior detective didn’t hold out much hope of that after five years. Yet he still didn’t seem to grasp that as the acting Ls the party didn’t start until they arrived. They didn’t have to be punctual-they were important-they could make people wait for them. L was sure that Kira would have understood that-what with the God complex and an ego the size of a planet. Light, however, did not.
It was one of the myriad ways in which he and Light clashed. Even though they almost always, inevitably, came to the same conclusions they had very different modes of getting there. Though L too was a hopeless workaholic he found he was actually the more laidback of the pair-he had been trained to dispassionately analyze information with the efficiency of a human computer. Light however, while stoical, lacked L’s level of emotional detachment. Of course back when he was Kira, Light had by necessity become a bit desensitized to human misery but this was no longer true. Light had regressed with the destruction of the notebook and even after five years of tackling some of the most difficult cases and working against some of the most depraved individuals humanity had to offer had failed to destroy his boundless optimism-though L knew that at times their chosen profession was very difficult for him with his high ideals. Light committed himself to every case. He rejoiced in their victories and he took failure hard. He never lost that rookie-like zeal that he could save everyone if he just tried hard enough. In L's humble opinion Light always took on too much and set himself up to fail but when the inevitable happened L was always there to comfort him.
L was almost disappointed that he didn’t have to work very hard at keeping Light occupied so he wouldn’t think too hard about the inconsistencies in his own sordid past-the young idealistic did it to himself-Light had discovered L’s slush pile of “uninteresting cases” that L ignored and had actually scolded him for it. L had simply told him he preferred to concentrate on the most difficult and challenging ones-it’s not like the police couldn’t handle the “simple cases” in the slush pile, to which his partner had retorted that obviously they couldn’t if they were requesting L’s assistance. L had watched, bemused, as his new partner began tackling them all himself-regardless of level of difficulty or potential pay-off, even doing a lot of pro bono work, and making so much tedious work for himself. L let him have them-it’s not like he was going to bother with them anyway. With a practiced hand Light began separating innocent and guilty with all the efficiency of his forgotten alter ego. Solving the cases was the easy part. Getting the charges to stick was much harder but using the name of L did help speed the process along.
L sighed as they sat down at the breakfast table and Watari placed the now typical bowl of plain oatmeal in front of him and across from him Light eyed his own breakfast warily. The old man had really gone all out-in addition to Light’s usual rainbow of pills he had to take which he dutifully began to swallow (which included zinc supplements to help him maintain a healthy weight and the heart medications which he would be on for the rest of his life) his plate was piled high with eggs, sausage, bacon, and strawberry French toast with powdered sugar sprinkled all over it. Light didn’t expect he’d be able to get through half of it. L was half-tempted to reach over the table and snort the sweetener off of Light’s toast like it was cocaine. Or better yet just inject it into his veins.
“I’m getting fat,” Light whined out loud, eying his breakfast with distaste-as per their morning ritual.
L rolled his large black eyes at his lover’s usual complaint. “You’re not getting fat. Light-kun looks as sexy as ever.”
“Why the hell does he always give me so much?!”
“Hmmm… I suspect it’s because he expects me to steal scraps from your plate…”
“It’s like he doesn’t trust us!” Light declared with self-righteous indignation.
“…Like we usually do.” L said, desperation making him be completely unsubtle about his cravings as he again eyed the tantalizing sight of powdered sugar on Light’s French toast.
“You know, I have a better idea…” Light said while wearing a devious smirk L hadn’t seen in years. L grinned in turn; he had been thinking the exact same thing.
They reached across the table and traded each other’s meals.
L wasted no time in plucking a sugary, syrupy strawberry off the top of the French toast and popping it in his mouth.
“Now this is more like it!” Light said, cackling evilly as he rubbed his hands together in wicked glee. L had never seen Light get so excited over food unless it was barbequed potato chips that somehow allowed him to get away with murder.
However before either of them could truly enjoy the spoils of their oh-so-brilliant scheming Watari made a point to walk by and gave them both a stern glare. Reluctantly, they traded back.
“You know, Light. That was hardly the most brilliant plan you ever came up with.” L sighed (deciding to ignore the fact that it had been his idea too.) L silently lamented the loss of Light’s deviousness and couldn’t help but wonder if Kira might not have come up with something cleverer.
“Shut up and eat your oatmeal,” Light grumbled bitterly as he began eating his too-sweet breakfast.
L reached across the table, snagging Light by his cherry-colored tie so he could smash their mouths together. A classic tactic-but sometimes the classics were the best.
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