FIC: The Way You Say My Name
Title: The Way You Say My Name (Sensory Deprivation 2/5)
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: L/Light
Prompt: 28. Tensai or Baka? (~cause of nature) at 30_angsts; also written for the stagesoflove set: Exploring a relationship through the five senses prompt hearing.
Warnings: Slash. Disturbing material - mentions of restraints, implied bondage. Unbetaed.
Rating: Adult.
Summary: Sometimes it's the way things are said, not so much what is said, that counts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. I'm not that smart.
A/N: Unbetaed. Also, this is a work of fiction that contains sexual interaction between two male characters. Note the part that says fiction before having hysterics, please. Finally, the five parts of Sensory Deprivation will all be unified in a single story arc spanning the characters growing obsession with each other, but I am hoping that each part stands well enough on its own to be a complete story. I'd love to know if you think that I managed it.
Finally, I am using this story as day 13 of the June!Challenge at fic_on_demand to fill the shanaqui's request for mindfuckery.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
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Previous Part: Part 1/5
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The other members of the Investigation Team grew increasingly uneasy about L’s interrogation tactics. “You can’t just leave them in there.” Matsuda protested weakly. “They’re… tied up.”
“Yes,” L ate a piece of candy thoughtfully, licking the sugar from his finger. “That is the point.”
“It’s … inhumane.” Aizawa snapped from where he sat, staring at he camera that showed Yagami-san, in his own cell.
“No,” L’s voice was sharp. “It is necessary. Their needs are being tended.”
“Are they?” Aizawa questioned, turning to glare at L, unintimidated by L’s blank stare in return.
“Of course. They are given food and water.”
“You have them trussed like pigs for the slaughter.”
“Yagami-san is free to leave when he chooses.” L turned back to stare at the television screens showing Light and Misa.
“Yagami-kun and Amane-chan are under investigation.”
“At least Light isn’t blindfolded.” Matsuda stared at Misa miserably. “Misa-misa has been tied up and blindfolded for days.”
“And the longer she’s left in there, the more creative her offers to buy her freedom back have become.” Aizawa sounded disgusted, and he was glaring at L again.
“I assure you that I have no interest in accepting any of Amane-chan’s offers,” L replied, picking through his candy dish to choose a yellow one. “And I am sorry that you do not agree with my methods.”
“Some people would call this sadism,” Aizawa replied shortly, ignoring Matsuda’s sharply drawn gasp.
“Are you one of those people, Aizawa-san?” L eyed him as he slowly pushed the candy into his mouth, the sugar melting on his tongue.
“I’m taking a break.” Aizawa stood up abruptly and left.
“I’d better go after him,” Matsuda stood nervously. “Please, excuse me, Ryuzaki. I will return as soon as I can.”
“No.” L shook his head. “I think it best if you both take several hours off. I will remain here and keep watch. It is obvious that Aizawa-san needs some fresh air.”
“Thank you,” Matsuda followed his compatriot from the room quickly, after offering L a shortened bow. Alone, L turned back to the computer monitors.
Misa was quiet for the moment. Her latest round of, “I promise not to run away, Stalker-san,” finally quieted down. Her behavior was so erratic that L wondered if perhaps she had suffered a mental break. Still, his focus was not on Misa. Misa was a puppet, that much was obvious.
No, the object of his attention was lying handcuffed and silent in the second containment cell. Light stared at the ceiling, obviously awake. He had shown a remarkable ability to withstand silence and loneliness. Even the handcuffs did not seem to faze him. As the days passed, L became increasingly certain that he had captured Kira. With the criminal deaths stopped, it was all but certain that Yagami Light was the killer.
Against his better judgment, L stood and went to the door of Light’s cell. Punching in a code that only he and Watari knew, L waited until the door scrolled open. Light was sitting up now, watching the door curiously.
Seeing L, he smiled slightly, almost nervously. “Have there been any deaths?” His voice was rough, unused as it was lately.
“No.” L shook his head and entered all the way into the room, letting the door shut behind him. “Are you prepared to confess that you are Kira?”
“I am not Kira.” Light shook his head. “At least, I am not consciously Kira.”
“Ah, yes.” L went and crouched on the narrow cot next to Light. “You persist in offering the subconscious defense.” He chewed a nail thoughtfully. “Insanity is not a bad defense - if you are Kira.”
Light chuckled, the sound rolling over L like a wave. It had been days since Yagami-kun had laughed. It had been days since the two boys had spoken directly to each other and much to his own dismay, L realized that he’d actually missed the challenge of a direct confrontation.
“If I was Kira, I would not plead insanity.” Light’s voice was calm and sure. “Incapacity, perhaps.”
“True. You cannot be held liable for a murder that you did not know you were committing.” L turned, his own voice highly skeptical. “Tell me, Yagami-kun, do you believe that Kira’s ego would allow him to pretend as though he did not know he were Kira?”
“Kira would want others to know him,” Light answered confidently. “In time.”
“Mmmm.” L sighed, the sound a velvet rumble. To his surprise, Light shivered a tiny bit. “Are you cold, Yagami-kun?” L asked, leaning closer so that his mouth wasn’t far from Light’s ear.
“No,” Light turned towards him, refusing to back away and the two boys stared at each other, only inches apart. L could see the muscles in Light’s arm rippling slightly as he strained against the handcuffs.
“You do not seem to mind that you are being watched constantly, Yagami-kun. It is true, you know, that only the guilty sleep under surveillance.”
Light smiled darkly, seeing the interest in L’s eyes. “But I have not slept well these past nights.” He paused, his breath hitching slightly in a noise that raised gooseflesh on L’s arms. “Are you watching me? At night, while I should be sleeping?”
“Would you like that?” L asked, giving in to the urge to push Light’s hair from his eyes. It was silky soft, even its unwashed state. “Do you like being watched? Being the center of attention?”
“Do you like looking at me like this?” Light countered, his voice low. “Does it give you a sense of power to know that I am helpless to avoid your gaze?” He leaned into L’s fingers. “Or your touch?”
There was a dark thread in Light’s voice that caught L’s breath in the back of his throat. Swallowing, he lowered his hand, forcing himself to be deliberately casual. “You play dangerous games, Light-kun.”
Light smiled, a tiny glimmer of victory in his eyes. “You called me by my name.”
“Forgive me, Yagami-kun. It was presumptuous of me.”
Light made an amused noise. “Ryuzaki, I am bound and helpless against you. I do not believe that you calling me by my name removes any more power or dignity than I already have given up to you.”
“And yet you do not seem helpless,” L shook his head, leaning back slowly. “You sound more like the warden than a prisoner.”
“Perhaps it upsets you that I am not afraid of you?” Light offered, his tone suggestive of far more than his words. “Would it please you if I cowered away in fear?”
L smiled, shaking his head slowly. “Light-kun could no more act afraid than he can act innocent. Confess. End this.”
“I cannot confess to a crime I am unaware of committing.” Light shook his head.
“You do not believe in your own innocence,” L’s eyes glinted at the challenge. “You turned yourself into me, remember? Proclaiming the possibility that you were Kira.”
“The evidence does point to me,” Light agreed in a murmur. “But we both know it is inconclusive.”
L stood up abruptly. “We both know the truth, Yagami-kun. It is only a matter of time before everyone does.” He turned to leave the room, but Light called after him.
“Ryuzaki?”
“Yes?”
“Please. I prefer if you call me Light.”
L stood at the door, but he didn’t turn around. For a moment, he fought against the urge to go back and kiss Light the way he’d wanted to since he’d first met him. Instead, he keyed open the door. “Very well, Light-kun. Good night.”
The soft swoosh of the door closing behind him as he stepped out masked any response that Light might have made and L leaned back against it, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his body slumped. Even with the door closed, he was almost afraid Light would hear the thudding of his heart.
On to Part 3/5.
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: L/Light
Prompt: 28. Tensai or Baka? (~cause of nature) at 30_angsts; also written for the stagesoflove set: Exploring a relationship through the five senses prompt hearing.
Warnings: Slash. Disturbing material - mentions of restraints, implied bondage. Unbetaed.
Rating: Adult.
Summary: Sometimes it's the way things are said, not so much what is said, that counts.
Disclaimer: I don't own Death Note. I'm not that smart.
A/N: Unbetaed. Also, this is a work of fiction that contains sexual interaction between two male characters. Note the part that says fiction before having hysterics, please. Finally, the five parts of Sensory Deprivation will all be unified in a single story arc spanning the characters growing obsession with each other, but I am hoping that each part stands well enough on its own to be a complete story. I'd love to know if you think that I managed it.
Finally, I am using this story as day 13 of the June!Challenge at fic_on_demand to fill the shanaqui's request for mindfuckery.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated.
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Previous Part: Part 1/5
*************
The other members of the Investigation Team grew increasingly uneasy about L’s interrogation tactics. “You can’t just leave them in there.” Matsuda protested weakly. “They’re… tied up.”
“Yes,” L ate a piece of candy thoughtfully, licking the sugar from his finger. “That is the point.”
“It’s … inhumane.” Aizawa snapped from where he sat, staring at he camera that showed Yagami-san, in his own cell.
“No,” L’s voice was sharp. “It is necessary. Their needs are being tended.”
“Are they?” Aizawa questioned, turning to glare at L, unintimidated by L’s blank stare in return.
“Of course. They are given food and water.”
“You have them trussed like pigs for the slaughter.”
“Yagami-san is free to leave when he chooses.” L turned back to stare at the television screens showing Light and Misa.
“Yagami-kun and Amane-chan are under investigation.”
“At least Light isn’t blindfolded.” Matsuda stared at Misa miserably. “Misa-misa has been tied up and blindfolded for days.”
“And the longer she’s left in there, the more creative her offers to buy her freedom back have become.” Aizawa sounded disgusted, and he was glaring at L again.
“I assure you that I have no interest in accepting any of Amane-chan’s offers,” L replied, picking through his candy dish to choose a yellow one. “And I am sorry that you do not agree with my methods.”
“Some people would call this sadism,” Aizawa replied shortly, ignoring Matsuda’s sharply drawn gasp.
“Are you one of those people, Aizawa-san?” L eyed him as he slowly pushed the candy into his mouth, the sugar melting on his tongue.
“I’m taking a break.” Aizawa stood up abruptly and left.
“I’d better go after him,” Matsuda stood nervously. “Please, excuse me, Ryuzaki. I will return as soon as I can.”
“No.” L shook his head. “I think it best if you both take several hours off. I will remain here and keep watch. It is obvious that Aizawa-san needs some fresh air.”
“Thank you,” Matsuda followed his compatriot from the room quickly, after offering L a shortened bow. Alone, L turned back to the computer monitors.
Misa was quiet for the moment. Her latest round of, “I promise not to run away, Stalker-san,” finally quieted down. Her behavior was so erratic that L wondered if perhaps she had suffered a mental break. Still, his focus was not on Misa. Misa was a puppet, that much was obvious.
No, the object of his attention was lying handcuffed and silent in the second containment cell. Light stared at the ceiling, obviously awake. He had shown a remarkable ability to withstand silence and loneliness. Even the handcuffs did not seem to faze him. As the days passed, L became increasingly certain that he had captured Kira. With the criminal deaths stopped, it was all but certain that Yagami Light was the killer.
Against his better judgment, L stood and went to the door of Light’s cell. Punching in a code that only he and Watari knew, L waited until the door scrolled open. Light was sitting up now, watching the door curiously.
Seeing L, he smiled slightly, almost nervously. “Have there been any deaths?” His voice was rough, unused as it was lately.
“No.” L shook his head and entered all the way into the room, letting the door shut behind him. “Are you prepared to confess that you are Kira?”
“I am not Kira.” Light shook his head. “At least, I am not consciously Kira.”
“Ah, yes.” L went and crouched on the narrow cot next to Light. “You persist in offering the subconscious defense.” He chewed a nail thoughtfully. “Insanity is not a bad defense - if you are Kira.”
Light chuckled, the sound rolling over L like a wave. It had been days since Yagami-kun had laughed. It had been days since the two boys had spoken directly to each other and much to his own dismay, L realized that he’d actually missed the challenge of a direct confrontation.
“If I was Kira, I would not plead insanity.” Light’s voice was calm and sure. “Incapacity, perhaps.”
“True. You cannot be held liable for a murder that you did not know you were committing.” L turned, his own voice highly skeptical. “Tell me, Yagami-kun, do you believe that Kira’s ego would allow him to pretend as though he did not know he were Kira?”
“Kira would want others to know him,” Light answered confidently. “In time.”
“Mmmm.” L sighed, the sound a velvet rumble. To his surprise, Light shivered a tiny bit. “Are you cold, Yagami-kun?” L asked, leaning closer so that his mouth wasn’t far from Light’s ear.
“No,” Light turned towards him, refusing to back away and the two boys stared at each other, only inches apart. L could see the muscles in Light’s arm rippling slightly as he strained against the handcuffs.
“You do not seem to mind that you are being watched constantly, Yagami-kun. It is true, you know, that only the guilty sleep under surveillance.”
Light smiled darkly, seeing the interest in L’s eyes. “But I have not slept well these past nights.” He paused, his breath hitching slightly in a noise that raised gooseflesh on L’s arms. “Are you watching me? At night, while I should be sleeping?”
“Would you like that?” L asked, giving in to the urge to push Light’s hair from his eyes. It was silky soft, even its unwashed state. “Do you like being watched? Being the center of attention?”
“Do you like looking at me like this?” Light countered, his voice low. “Does it give you a sense of power to know that I am helpless to avoid your gaze?” He leaned into L’s fingers. “Or your touch?”
There was a dark thread in Light’s voice that caught L’s breath in the back of his throat. Swallowing, he lowered his hand, forcing himself to be deliberately casual. “You play dangerous games, Light-kun.”
Light smiled, a tiny glimmer of victory in his eyes. “You called me by my name.”
“Forgive me, Yagami-kun. It was presumptuous of me.”
Light made an amused noise. “Ryuzaki, I am bound and helpless against you. I do not believe that you calling me by my name removes any more power or dignity than I already have given up to you.”
“And yet you do not seem helpless,” L shook his head, leaning back slowly. “You sound more like the warden than a prisoner.”
“Perhaps it upsets you that I am not afraid of you?” Light offered, his tone suggestive of far more than his words. “Would it please you if I cowered away in fear?”
L smiled, shaking his head slowly. “Light-kun could no more act afraid than he can act innocent. Confess. End this.”
“I cannot confess to a crime I am unaware of committing.” Light shook his head.
“You do not believe in your own innocence,” L’s eyes glinted at the challenge. “You turned yourself into me, remember? Proclaiming the possibility that you were Kira.”
“The evidence does point to me,” Light agreed in a murmur. “But we both know it is inconclusive.”
L stood up abruptly. “We both know the truth, Yagami-kun. It is only a matter of time before everyone does.” He turned to leave the room, but Light called after him.
“Ryuzaki?”
“Yes?”
“Please. I prefer if you call me Light.”
L stood at the door, but he didn’t turn around. For a moment, he fought against the urge to go back and kiss Light the way he’d wanted to since he’d first met him. Instead, he keyed open the door. “Very well, Light-kun. Good night.”
The soft swoosh of the door closing behind him as he stepped out masked any response that Light might have made and L leaned back against it, his hands stuffed in his pockets, his body slumped. Even with the door closed, he was almost afraid Light would hear the thudding of his heart.
On to Part 3/5.