The Shinigami Wing Deal Ch 35 Supernatural
L nibbled on his thumbnail again, this time in amusement. “Go ahead, Light-kun.”
“Er… What’s with the pizza?” Light asked, indicating the boxes L had brought with him.
Well, that question shouldn’t have been unexpected but the answer to that was a bit… complicated.
The thin, cardboard boxes sat where L had placed them atop coffee table, stinking up the entire hotel room with the pungent scent of grease yet L had nearly forgotten that they were there at the not so unappealing sight of Light in the nude. The detective swallowed hard as he regarded the teen out of the corner of his eye. He was, naturally, still in the nude, just barely covered with that blanket… but L wasn’t too inclined to make him get dressed either (even if it was a bit distracting and made his reasoning abilities drop by about 40%.) It’s not like they were in front of the taskforce at the moment and if that’s what made Light-kun feel comfortable L certainly wasn’t going to complain.
L frowned as he pondered Light’s question and the convoluted train of logic that had got him to this point. It was all because the reclusive detective was, admittedly, not very good at handling the social aspect of things. So now, when his so-called friend-slash-suspect had been hurt and traumatized and was acting so very strangely, well… L felt like he was completely out of his league. That’s why L had turned to Watari for advice, figuring that the founder of Wammy’s House knew a thing or two about dealing with traumatized teenagers.
Watari’s advice had been simple: pizza. L’s handler said he had yet to meet a teenager who would turn down free pizza. To hear Watari speak of it you’d think that pizza was the magic wand that solved all of life’s problems. Though when L expressed such doubts Watari had (to L’s mortification) pointed out that such a tactic had even worked on a teenaged L, provided it was that special Hawaiian pizza that came specifically from that Izzy’s restaurant chain over in the Colonies. For him, no other pizza would do-with L’s legendary sweet tooth the fledgling detective had almost disproved Watari’s theory that no teenager would reject pizza but that particular type of pizza could more than satisfy the genius’s sweet-tooth. In fact, that particular pizza was almost too sweet for L. This alleged pizza was completely covered in super-sweet pineapple slices and brown-sugar cured Canadian bacon. Even the crust had the grease and sugar content of your typical doughnut.(L ultimately ended up having to try and wash the cloying taste away with his tea-and it was a tea that had no more than ten sugar cubes dissolved in it at that!)
After several incidents at Wammy’s House (mostly involving blood, jam, and suicides) the world famous inventor had eventually just bought the recipe and signed a legal contract of silence rather than sending out one of the Wammy’s House peons (a.k.a. Aiber or Wedy-mostly Wedy) on a transatlantic flight just for pizza every time the teenaged L and (later) his successors were in a low mood.
So it was that L had decided to get one of those famous pizzas now for Light. However since the detective was aware that the teen didn’t share his sweet-tooth (and regarded such an attitude as blasphemy for what kind of young person hates sugar??) L had gotten him a selection of other pizzas to choose from rather than just the Hawaiian. There was a barbeque chicken pizza ,a sausage and pepperoni pizza, some kind of cheese pizza, and some other stuff that wasn’t sugar and L didn’t really care about but would endure being in the same room with for Light-kun’s sake. L had thrown in a bag of potato chips as well to round out a balanced meal. The detective recalled that Light was rather crazy about them seeing as he was willing to risk a zombie mob of fangirls just to have some alone time with his barbequed crisps.
“It’s here to eat if you want it, Light-kun,” L replied to the teen’s question as he led the befuddled boy over to the sofa.
“Oh… okay, Mas-Ryuuzaki,” the teen stammered, biting his lip nervously when his master gave him no further instructions. L felt his stomach clench when Light kept glancing at him, as if silently asking if this was really okay and not some sort of trap before tentatively picking up a slice of the barbeque chicken pizza.
“You’re doing okay, Light-kun,” L assured him, suppressing a sigh. It looked like he had his work cut out for him if he wanted to aid with Light with his… deprogramming.
L clenched his fists at his sides. Light-kun, who did this to you?
Yes, he wanted his Light back-that wasn’t even a question-because even if Light was a bastard he was still the closest thing that L had to a friend. The gangly, raven-haired detective flopped down next to the inhumanly beautiful boy-for once just sitting, slouching, in his seat for he wasn’t exactly in need of his higher reasoning skills at the moment.
And so the two just sat in companionable silence, eating pizza.
Of course the quirky detective had little to no concept of “personal space” and had planted himself right next to Light just as he was wont to do. Light did his best to ignore this, not wanting to have yet another social disaster by being so obvious and obnoxious towards his new master. Yet he couldn’t ignore it completely-the mere proximity of L was making him shiver and sweat.
For his part L was trying his best to be considerate, really. Intellectually he knew that Light had recently been through a horrible trauma. It wasn’t his intention to make Light uncomfortable-well maybe a little seeing as he was still a suspect after all but he was aware that he had to be careful in his handling of Light.
L was well-aware that making Light too uncomfortable would be counterproductive to the investigation but he couldn’t just change his habits on demand either. Habits are called habits for a reason and he wasn’t even aware he was doing it most of the time. Though he did make an effort not to “stare at him so creepily” as one of Light’s failed psychologists had put it. So L pretended to concentrate on a wedge of pineapple on the tip of his overly-sweetened slice of Hawaiian pizza whilst he studied his friend and Kira suspect out of the corner of his eye. He quickly fascinated by a bit of stray cheese that hung down, string-like, from Light’s full lips. The peculiar detective was sorely tempted to just lean over and lick it clean even though he wasn’t normally a very big fan of cheese-outside of cake form, that is.
L pouted slightly when the cheese string disappeared into a neatly used paper napkin but soon found another excuse to touch him in the form of a bit of stray tomato sauce. For the prideful teen’s sake, L pretended not to notice how the brunette trembled slightly when L leaned into him to wipe the red stain from his cheek.
“Light-kun,” L gasped in scarcely a whisper as he reached out and tentatively touched him, caressing his cheek.
At that moment L felt so sorry for the teen that he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t even think of what he was doing-he just locked lips with Light-kun. It was fast, wet, eager, and sloppy but the teen never once tried to pull away. It then occurred to L that Light never actually gave consent. He just wasn’t stopping him and given the boy’s recent trauma it was more than likely that he’d frozen up in shock. The detective suddenly felt sick. Where was L, the defender of justice? No, he was too damned selfish to notice that the traumatized teenager in his care was, well, traumatized. He was trying to keep his hands off Light-kun-he really was. It’s like all his incredible thinking power just shut off again while he was in Light’s presence.
There’s definitely something supernatural going on here.
Oops, he did it again.
And yes, L was aware that sexually assaulting his friend and suspect really did warrant a bit more than just an “oops.”
Dammit, I think I pulled a Matsuda.
True, Light had stopped him in all those times before but did he really expect this doormat version that seemed to be hard-wired to obey his every command to kick up much of a fuss?
No, he would have to be the responsible one. That shouldn’t be too hard-after all he was older, wiser, and the best three greatest detectives in the world. So what if he couldn’t tie his own shoelaces and thought that things like healthy eating and sleep were optional? That was hardly relevant to taking care of a traumatized teenage. Besides that’s what he had Watari for.
The great detective drew back and was surprised to observe no fear in the teen’s eyes-only desire. Nevertheless, this was wrong. He should never have touched him...
L was completely unprepared for the way that the boy shuddered, groaned and leaned into his touch.
“Light-kun-?”
…Or the way he practically pounced on him for that matter.
Light thought he had been doing rather well up until the point when L touched him at which point his body decided for sure that his new master must be seeking his attentions and seemingly acted on its own.
“No, Light-kun,” L hissed as the teen somehow managed to get his pants open. Light had half-pulled down L’s baggy blue jeans before he was met with a kick in the face when he didn’t stop at “no.” The detective grunted in annoyance as he wrestled with the teen, pinning him to the floor.
It somehow annoyed the detective that Light didn’t put up much resistance. He would have preferred Light to fight him-it would have shown that there was still a glimmer of friend still alive in there. But instead he was so… passive.
Light became impatient as L didn’t do anything and just pinned him down so he went to work seducing L.
He didn’t have to do very much seeing as the detective was obviously attracted to him.
The teen squirmed slightly and whined, baring his throat in an almost primal gesture of submission. Light knew he was successful when L shuddered above him.
It was at this most awkward moment that the man that L viewed as a father-figure entered his hotel room, pushing his silver cart of sweets. L wasn’t sure if he should be insulted or not when his caretaker seemed completely unsurprised to find him in his current position on top of the winged naked boy.
The elderly caretaker wordlessly laid out the additional treats he brought for the boys on a silver platter. For L, Watari laid out a strawberry cheese cake, alongside a bowl of Açaí na tigela (that frozen fruit and granola desert left over from the Great Detective L’s latest stop-over in São Paulo), a huge pile of panda crackers, a rainbow of lollipops, a plate of chocolate chip cookies, a cup of earl grey tea, and, of course, L’s ever-present bowl of sugar cubes. For Light he had brought additional potato chips-nicer ones of a more expensive brand than he’d ever seen used in the Yagami household.
L remained frozen on top of Light-kun as Watari left the room. Even though the elderly caretaker hadn’t said a word L still felt the weight of his guardian’s judgment.
The detective anxiously bit his lip as he again glanced down at the beautiful teenager who kept gazing up at him adoringly with such sultry eyes.
Light-kun is mentally unbalanced, traumatized, and potentially suicidal. I truly don’t need to further complicate things by becoming intimate with the suspect, thought the detective as he vowed not to touch Light…
“Ryuuzaki?” L’s attention snapped back to the boy who he still had, vow or no vow, pinned to the floor.
The detective sucked in a harsh and desperate breath as the younger man wriggled slightly beneath him again, the actions sending sparks up L’s spine. L tried at once to rectify this error at once by retreating and getting off his comfy perch on top of Light but the boy used his newfound freedom to follow him.
“Ryuuzaki? Wait…”
L spun around at the insistent tugging on his wrist and was once again pinned by those infernal eyes of Light’s. The detective swallowed hard even though for once he had not been stuffing his face with sugar or anything else at the moment. He knew he was trapped.
The pizzas remained on the coffee table, cold and forgotten.
L awoke slowly to the feeling of the downy soft hair of a certain teenager that was tickling just like the feathers against his chest. For a moment L just stupidly regarded the younger man, sleeping peacefully beside him.
“Dammit.”
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“Er… What’s with the pizza?” Light asked, indicating the boxes L had brought with him.
Well, that question shouldn’t have been unexpected but the answer to that was a bit… complicated.
The thin, cardboard boxes sat where L had placed them atop coffee table, stinking up the entire hotel room with the pungent scent of grease yet L had nearly forgotten that they were there at the not so unappealing sight of Light in the nude. The detective swallowed hard as he regarded the teen out of the corner of his eye. He was, naturally, still in the nude, just barely covered with that blanket… but L wasn’t too inclined to make him get dressed either (even if it was a bit distracting and made his reasoning abilities drop by about 40%.) It’s not like they were in front of the taskforce at the moment and if that’s what made Light-kun feel comfortable L certainly wasn’t going to complain.
L frowned as he pondered Light’s question and the convoluted train of logic that had got him to this point. It was all because the reclusive detective was, admittedly, not very good at handling the social aspect of things. So now, when his so-called friend-slash-suspect had been hurt and traumatized and was acting so very strangely, well… L felt like he was completely out of his league. That’s why L had turned to Watari for advice, figuring that the founder of Wammy’s House knew a thing or two about dealing with traumatized teenagers.
Watari’s advice had been simple: pizza. L’s handler said he had yet to meet a teenager who would turn down free pizza. To hear Watari speak of it you’d think that pizza was the magic wand that solved all of life’s problems. Though when L expressed such doubts Watari had (to L’s mortification) pointed out that such a tactic had even worked on a teenaged L, provided it was that special Hawaiian pizza that came specifically from that Izzy’s restaurant chain over in the Colonies. For him, no other pizza would do-with L’s legendary sweet tooth the fledgling detective had almost disproved Watari’s theory that no teenager would reject pizza but that particular type of pizza could more than satisfy the genius’s sweet-tooth. In fact, that particular pizza was almost too sweet for L. This alleged pizza was completely covered in super-sweet pineapple slices and brown-sugar cured Canadian bacon. Even the crust had the grease and sugar content of your typical doughnut.(L ultimately ended up having to try and wash the cloying taste away with his tea-and it was a tea that had no more than ten sugar cubes dissolved in it at that!)
After several incidents at Wammy’s House (mostly involving blood, jam, and suicides) the world famous inventor had eventually just bought the recipe and signed a legal contract of silence rather than sending out one of the Wammy’s House peons (a.k.a. Aiber or Wedy-mostly Wedy) on a transatlantic flight just for pizza every time the teenaged L and (later) his successors were in a low mood.
So it was that L had decided to get one of those famous pizzas now for Light. However since the detective was aware that the teen didn’t share his sweet-tooth (and regarded such an attitude as blasphemy for what kind of young person hates sugar??) L had gotten him a selection of other pizzas to choose from rather than just the Hawaiian. There was a barbeque chicken pizza ,a sausage and pepperoni pizza, some kind of cheese pizza, and some other stuff that wasn’t sugar and L didn’t really care about but would endure being in the same room with for Light-kun’s sake. L had thrown in a bag of potato chips as well to round out a balanced meal. The detective recalled that Light was rather crazy about them seeing as he was willing to risk a zombie mob of fangirls just to have some alone time with his barbequed crisps.
“It’s here to eat if you want it, Light-kun,” L replied to the teen’s question as he led the befuddled boy over to the sofa.
“Oh… okay, Mas-Ryuuzaki,” the teen stammered, biting his lip nervously when his master gave him no further instructions. L felt his stomach clench when Light kept glancing at him, as if silently asking if this was really okay and not some sort of trap before tentatively picking up a slice of the barbeque chicken pizza.
“You’re doing okay, Light-kun,” L assured him, suppressing a sigh. It looked like he had his work cut out for him if he wanted to aid with Light with his… deprogramming.
L clenched his fists at his sides. Light-kun, who did this to you?
Yes, he wanted his Light back-that wasn’t even a question-because even if Light was a bastard he was still the closest thing that L had to a friend. The gangly, raven-haired detective flopped down next to the inhumanly beautiful boy-for once just sitting, slouching, in his seat for he wasn’t exactly in need of his higher reasoning skills at the moment.
And so the two just sat in companionable silence, eating pizza.
Of course the quirky detective had little to no concept of “personal space” and had planted himself right next to Light just as he was wont to do. Light did his best to ignore this, not wanting to have yet another social disaster by being so obvious and obnoxious towards his new master. Yet he couldn’t ignore it completely-the mere proximity of L was making him shiver and sweat.
For his part L was trying his best to be considerate, really. Intellectually he knew that Light had recently been through a horrible trauma. It wasn’t his intention to make Light uncomfortable-well maybe a little seeing as he was still a suspect after all but he was aware that he had to be careful in his handling of Light.
L was well-aware that making Light too uncomfortable would be counterproductive to the investigation but he couldn’t just change his habits on demand either. Habits are called habits for a reason and he wasn’t even aware he was doing it most of the time. Though he did make an effort not to “stare at him so creepily” as one of Light’s failed psychologists had put it. So L pretended to concentrate on a wedge of pineapple on the tip of his overly-sweetened slice of Hawaiian pizza whilst he studied his friend and Kira suspect out of the corner of his eye. He quickly fascinated by a bit of stray cheese that hung down, string-like, from Light’s full lips. The peculiar detective was sorely tempted to just lean over and lick it clean even though he wasn’t normally a very big fan of cheese-outside of cake form, that is.
L pouted slightly when the cheese string disappeared into a neatly used paper napkin but soon found another excuse to touch him in the form of a bit of stray tomato sauce. For the prideful teen’s sake, L pretended not to notice how the brunette trembled slightly when L leaned into him to wipe the red stain from his cheek.
“Light-kun,” L gasped in scarcely a whisper as he reached out and tentatively touched him, caressing his cheek.
At that moment L felt so sorry for the teen that he couldn’t help himself. He didn’t even think of what he was doing-he just locked lips with Light-kun. It was fast, wet, eager, and sloppy but the teen never once tried to pull away. It then occurred to L that Light never actually gave consent. He just wasn’t stopping him and given the boy’s recent trauma it was more than likely that he’d frozen up in shock. The detective suddenly felt sick. Where was L, the defender of justice? No, he was too damned selfish to notice that the traumatized teenager in his care was, well, traumatized. He was trying to keep his hands off Light-kun-he really was. It’s like all his incredible thinking power just shut off again while he was in Light’s presence.
There’s definitely something supernatural going on here.
Oops, he did it again.
And yes, L was aware that sexually assaulting his friend and suspect really did warrant a bit more than just an “oops.”
Dammit, I think I pulled a Matsuda.
True, Light had stopped him in all those times before but did he really expect this doormat version that seemed to be hard-wired to obey his every command to kick up much of a fuss?
No, he would have to be the responsible one. That shouldn’t be too hard-after all he was older, wiser, and the best three greatest detectives in the world. So what if he couldn’t tie his own shoelaces and thought that things like healthy eating and sleep were optional? That was hardly relevant to taking care of a traumatized teenage. Besides that’s what he had Watari for.
The great detective drew back and was surprised to observe no fear in the teen’s eyes-only desire. Nevertheless, this was wrong. He should never have touched him...
L was completely unprepared for the way that the boy shuddered, groaned and leaned into his touch.
“Light-kun-?”
…Or the way he practically pounced on him for that matter.
Light thought he had been doing rather well up until the point when L touched him at which point his body decided for sure that his new master must be seeking his attentions and seemingly acted on its own.
“No, Light-kun,” L hissed as the teen somehow managed to get his pants open. Light had half-pulled down L’s baggy blue jeans before he was met with a kick in the face when he didn’t stop at “no.” The detective grunted in annoyance as he wrestled with the teen, pinning him to the floor.
It somehow annoyed the detective that Light didn’t put up much resistance. He would have preferred Light to fight him-it would have shown that there was still a glimmer of friend still alive in there. But instead he was so… passive.
Light became impatient as L didn’t do anything and just pinned him down so he went to work seducing L.
He didn’t have to do very much seeing as the detective was obviously attracted to him.
The teen squirmed slightly and whined, baring his throat in an almost primal gesture of submission. Light knew he was successful when L shuddered above him.
It was at this most awkward moment that the man that L viewed as a father-figure entered his hotel room, pushing his silver cart of sweets. L wasn’t sure if he should be insulted or not when his caretaker seemed completely unsurprised to find him in his current position on top of the winged naked boy.
The elderly caretaker wordlessly laid out the additional treats he brought for the boys on a silver platter. For L, Watari laid out a strawberry cheese cake, alongside a bowl of Açaí na tigela (that frozen fruit and granola desert left over from the Great Detective L’s latest stop-over in São Paulo), a huge pile of panda crackers, a rainbow of lollipops, a plate of chocolate chip cookies, a cup of earl grey tea, and, of course, L’s ever-present bowl of sugar cubes. For Light he had brought additional potato chips-nicer ones of a more expensive brand than he’d ever seen used in the Yagami household.
L remained frozen on top of Light-kun as Watari left the room. Even though the elderly caretaker hadn’t said a word L still felt the weight of his guardian’s judgment.
The detective anxiously bit his lip as he again glanced down at the beautiful teenager who kept gazing up at him adoringly with such sultry eyes.
Light-kun is mentally unbalanced, traumatized, and potentially suicidal. I truly don’t need to further complicate things by becoming intimate with the suspect, thought the detective as he vowed not to touch Light…
“Ryuuzaki?” L’s attention snapped back to the boy who he still had, vow or no vow, pinned to the floor.
The detective sucked in a harsh and desperate breath as the younger man wriggled slightly beneath him again, the actions sending sparks up L’s spine. L tried at once to rectify this error at once by retreating and getting off his comfy perch on top of Light but the boy used his newfound freedom to follow him.
“Ryuuzaki? Wait…”
L spun around at the insistent tugging on his wrist and was once again pinned by those infernal eyes of Light’s. The detective swallowed hard even though for once he had not been stuffing his face with sugar or anything else at the moment. He knew he was trapped.
The pizzas remained on the coffee table, cold and forgotten.
L awoke slowly to the feeling of the downy soft hair of a certain teenager that was tickling just like the feathers against his chest. For a moment L just stupidly regarded the younger man, sleeping peacefully beside him.
“Dammit.”
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