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It was just another day at the residence of Kira, his girlfriend, and his arch nemesis in their new-found hometown, Death City. Or, at least as far as L was currently aware, it began just like any other day. Seeing as Watari wasn't about and neither Light nor Misa were open to playing Fetch Sweets For the Spoiled Manchild for longer than perhaps

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Though he couldn't put his finger on it, L knew the cake had been tampered with. It wasn't a normal cake recipe, as he hadn't tasted anything quite like it before, and yet, he couldn't recognize what exactly was wrong with it, just that it was wrong. There was a subtle flavor alteration he hadn't quite tasted before. His musings about the subject were soon interrupted mid-chew, however, as L spotted Light stand up out of the corner of his eye.

Quickly liking a good portion of the remains of cake crumbs and icing from his fingers and setting the much emptier plate back down, L shot out the newly cleaned hand to grab Light's wrist as soon as the word 'go' left the younger man's lips.

"No, you don't. Unless you're going to vomit or are experiencing a similar symptom that requires an immediate trip to the bathroom, staying and describing to me what you're feeling would be a much better option. If I recall correctly, you were the one who thought this outcome was unlikely."

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L was not amused, and kept his hold on Light's wrist, speaking, "I refuse to do so until you're calm. You've done nothing but panic ever since you learned the cake might be laced with something unusual. It might help if you sit back down. Not to mention, you should know panicking will only make whatever we ingested work faster." L had no sympathy for Light's current situation, even if he was partially to blame for it. Of course, he wasn't entirely aware of what Light was going through, but the fact that Light wasn't making this any easier certainly didn't help warm L's cold heart any faster. For emphasis, L tugged lightly on Light's wrist in an attempt to encourage him to sit down (if Light refused to cooperate, he may find himself being tugged a little harsher).

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"You didn't have to give in to my demands; in fact, you've been quite content to ignore my insisting that you should describe your symptoms to me." L did notice how warm Light's wrist felt, but he wasn't sure if he should write that off as a potential symptom or just assume that his own hands were naturally cooler. He also noticed something primal within him react to Light collapsing back onto the couch beside him, something that urged him to touch Light even more, to see exactly how the other man would react. It was part curiosity, a touch mischievous, and it roused a little excitement, even. While not terribly familiar with the urge to touch and explore another person's body, it in itself - no matter how quiet it was at the moment - helped L register exactly why Light had been panicking. That intellectual acknowledgment sent a shiver down L's throat and stomach, right into the area one would expect it to end. It was an area L hadn't spent all that much time with recently, an area he hadn't had need to spend all that much time with

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The finger wedged between L's teeth pulled back out. "I'm afraid you'd run away if I did." L responded in a voice just as low, but not near as harsh. This was certainly an interesting development, to say the least. L didn't quite know what to do with it. Of course, the most obvious solution would be for the two of them just to go at it like rabbits, but the thought of L and Kira having sex was absurd enough that L snorted out loud when it crossed his mind. Not to mention, he doubted Misa would be very happy to learn that the cake she had intended to ramp up the sex she and her boyfriend usually have was basically the cause of him going and sleeping with another man. Light was obviously uncomfortable with L just touching his wrist, and had always been one to shy away from physical contact. He probably didn't like sex all that much to begin with, which would be where Misa's incentive to get him more involved by feeding him aphrodisiac would come into play

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Though he knew Light had the right to refuse, knew that allowing Light to leave would be the smart thing to do, L found he didn't want Light to leave. Even if L didn't act on this new, crazy idea of his, he would be all right with that as long as Light was there and he was able to touch him, to continue to hold on to that wrist. Or, at least, that's what he thought he would be all right with. L had gone without sex his whole life, never felt the need to be with anyone else. Ignoring a few primal instincts wasn't that hard, was it? Though if he got right down to it, he didn't want to ignore them. Light had disregarded the rights of thousands of people, L had no qualms about doing so himself. The only thing that caused him to pause was the unknown of where this would put their relationship

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L didn't respond to Light's question verbally. Frankly, he was tired of the continual panicking going on over the urge to be intimate with one another. They already knew each other's minds quite well. In fact, they knew each other's bodies a decent amount as well, what with the months of being tethered to each other twenty-four seven and occasional fist fights they got into. So, L decided to change his strategy. As odd as it was for L to admit this very thing, he knew being rational wasn't going to do any good, and thus his only option was to resort to something irrational. With this in mind, L's grip on Light's wrist tightened once again. L turned to start pulling Light in the direction of the bedroom. L's patience with trying to calm Light down had run out. If Light wanted to panic over something, it might as well be over something that was going to happen instead of the mere implication of it happening.

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And naturally, Light continued to do exactly what he'd been doing: panic. At least this time L had actually given him something to panic about. And yet still, L wasn't amused. And even annoyed as L was, he was still tempted to just stop, stand, and appreciate Light. As annoying as Light's panicking was, it was also a little cute. Of course, when that thought crossed L's mind he had to wonder just how much he himself had been suppressing and perhaps how wise Light was to just panic and try to run away while he still could.

That wasn't enough to convince L to let Light go, though, mostly because that thought came from the head above his shoulders and the head in between his legs thought it was about damn time it got a turn.

So, L kept his grip on Light's wrist strong and marched right up to the bedroom door, opened it, and turned to grab Light's wrist with both of his hands in order to pull him inside. He did all this while saying, "You want this as much as I do, Light; you're just too deep in denial to admit it to yourself."