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The rain hadn’t let up.
A cold, incessant downpour blurred the glow of streetlights and turned the park into a washed-out grayscale. Light spotted him through the curtain of water — a vague, hunched shape beneath a tree, as motionless as a gargoyle. It wasn’t until he was closer that the features came into focus.
“Ryuzaki,” Light said, the name sharper than it needed to be. “What the hell are you doing?”
L didn’t answer right away. Rain dripped from his bangs, soaked through his shirt, and ran in steady lines down his neck. His arms were loose at his sides, fingers twitching occasionally, like some part of him was still calculating even now.
“I wanted to see what it felt like,” he said eventually.
“What?”
“To stand in the rain and not move. To give in to impulse.”
Light narrowed his eyes. “That’s idiotic. You’ll catch pneumonia.”
L glanced over at him with that same blank expression, eyes dark and distant under dripping hair. “Have you ever done it, Light-kun?”
“Stood in the rain?”
“Given in.”
Light’s jaw tensed. “That’s a vague question.”
L blinked. Slowly. “Is it?”
He said it like he already knew the answer. Like he was watching a deer convince itself it wasn’t being hunted.
Light stepped closer, trying to bury the twitch of annoyance behind a controlled breath. “If this is about stress, I can talk to the task force about shifting the—”
“It’s not stress,” L murmured, gaze fixed squarely on Light now. “It’s curiosity.”
“Then get curious inside. You’re dripping all over the sidewalk.”
L tilted his head. The rain hissed between them. “You seem irritated.”
Light scoffed, turning his face slightly away, water clinging to his lashes. “Because you’re being ridiculous. And cryptic. And—”
“And what?”
There it was. That stillness in L that was louder than yelling. No sarcasm. No raised brow. Just that unnerving, blank quiet that always made Light feel like he was standing too close to something sharp.
“You’ve been more agitated lately,” L added, soft and clinical, “especially when I ask questions like this. When I get close.”
“You’re imagining things.”
“Am I?”
The rain pooled between them. Light clenched the umbrella handle. He knew this game. L liked to prod. To provoke. To dig at whatever lay just beneath the surface, like he could excavate a person’s soul with enough quiet stares and inconvenient questions.
Light hated how often it worked.
“You’re not as detached as you think you are,” L said, almost absently, like commenting on the weather. “You react. You want to pretend you don’t, but—”
“I said you’re imagining things.”
Their eyes met. For a second, the sound of the rain disappeared. Or maybe it just didn’t matter.
L didn’t break the stare. “You came to find me.”
Light’s throat tightened. “Because you’re part of the investigation.”
“No. That’s not why.”
A cold breeze cut through the wet fabric of Light’s shirt. He exhaled, low and steady, jaw tight. “You’re being ridiculous.”
“And yet,” L said softly, taking a slow, deliberate step forward, “here we are.”
Light didn’t move.
His chest rose and fell, breath faintly visible in the damp air. Something fragile coiled behind his ribs, tight and unwilling. And he hated how L was always the one to notice it first.
“Come on,” Light muttered finally, turning. “We can dry off back inside.”
“Mm,” L said, his voice barely audible under the rain. “How generous of you.”
But he followed. Silently. Just one step behind. Like he always did.
Light took the lead, guiding the black-haired man into the safety of the building. They walked in silence toward their shared room, the sound of wet footsteps echoing faintly from the elevator to the door. Still in front, Light fished for his keys. With a soft click, the door opened into their modest, cluttered space. His expression soured immediately at the sight of candy wrappers strewn across the floor and tea cups abandoned on L’s desk.
“You’ve been going to bed without cleaning up again, haven’t you?” Light snapped.
Ever since their forced confinement, Light had been subjected to L’s god-awful habits—sloppy, unorganized, leaving him to clean up the mess every night before bed like some glorified housekeeper.
“Ah, I suppose I have,” L replied flatly. “Though Light-kun always cleans it for me anyway, doesn’t he?”
“I’m not your damn maid, Ryuzaki. Try picking up after yourself for once.”
“I never said you were,” L murmured, tilting his head. “Though, I must admit, you’d make a lovely maid. All that’s missing is a frilly dress and some garters.”
Light shot him a glare, lips curling with disdain. “Pervert.”
He turned on his heel and made for the bathroom, grabbing a towel from the rack with more force than necessary. He wasn’t in the mood for L’s petty provocations.
Dragging the soft cotton over his face and hair, he squeezed the damp strands between his fingers until the towel stopped absorbing water. Methodical. Focused. He continued the pattern across his scalp and neck, careful not to look up. But he could feel it. L’s gaze. Lingering. Heavy. Hungry. Light ignored it. L staring had become a daily occurrence—one he’d grown used to, if not exactly comfortable with. If he had something to say, he’d say it. Light had learned that firsthand.
So he kept his focus on drying off. Once satisfied, he peeled off his soaked shirt, the fabric clinging as it slid over his skin.
He could practically feel L’s eyes press into his spine. There was weight behind the silence. Intent. An almost physical pressure. He pulled on a fresh top and finally met L’s gaze. “You just gonna stand there or what?”
L didn’t move. He was still soaked, rainwater clinging to his sleeves and dripping from the tips of his bangs onto the floor. His eyes never left Light’s.
“I was waiting to see how long you’d pretend not to notice.”
Light crossed his arms. “Notice what?”
L stepped further into the room, slow and deliberate, like he was testing something. “That you react more strongly when I look at you like this.”
Light scoffed, glancing away. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“I’m not,” L said simply. “But you’re breathing faster than usual.”
There was a beat of silence.
Light’s jaw worked, lips tight. “You’re imagining things again.”
“Am I?” L’s voice was maddeningly even. “You’ve been unusually irritable lately. And you only get like this when you’re uncomfortable… or trying to hide something.”
“I’m not hiding anything.”
“You always are, Light-kun.”
Light turned away again, this time under the guise of folding his wet shirt and tossing it into the laundry bin. His back was to L, but he could still feel those eyes on him—calm, persistent, dissecting.
“And what exactly do you think I’m hiding?” he asked, voice low.
L paused. When he answered, it was with quiet precision.
“That you like being watched.”
Light turned back sharply, eyes narrowed. “Don’t project your voyeuristic issues onto me.”
“I don’t mind being wrong,” L said. “But I’m not.”
Another pause. The kind that stretched too long. The kind that made the air between them feel heavy, like a storm not quite passed.
“You’re insufferable,” Light muttered.
“And you’re defensive,” L said, finally stepping forward. “Which is interesting, because you only get defensive when I get close to the truth.”
He was close now. Barefoot on the hardwood, shirt clinging to his chest, rain still dripping from his sleeves. Light didn’t move, but he could feel his body tensing. Every nerve sharpening. A slow, dangerous hum in the silence.
“I think you like the attention,” L said. “And you hate that it’s coming from me.”
Light’s voice was tight when he answered. “You talk too much.”
“You listen,” L said. “That’s more telling.”
And then—very quietly—L lifted a hand and brushed Light’s damp bangs back from his face.
Not forceful. Not impulsive. Just deliberate.
Light didn’t move. Not even when L’s fingers lingered an inch too long.
Then the space between them disappeared.
It wasn’t dramatic. No grabbing, no sudden gasp. Just pressure. Soft and intent.
L kissed him.
Just once. Slow. Curious. Testing.
And Light—didn’t pull away.
He stayed frozen, lips parted slightly, eyes fluttering half-shut. Like his mind hadn’t caught up yet, or refused to. When L pulled back an inch, their breath mingled between them, hot against the lingering chill of rainwater.
Light’s voice was lower now, nearly a whisper. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
L’s eyes, dark and unreadable, didn’t waver. “You were never afraid of danger, Light-kun.”
Light scoffed again but there was no bite behind it, before plunging back into L’s lips, sucking on them harshly. L returned his energy, a hand slipping up Light’s back before tugging on a brown lock. He relished in the soft sigh Light let out into his mouth.
Hands still wandering, L’s found purchase on Light’s waist before tugging him down onto their bed, still kissing as eagerly as before. Tongues dancing wildly in each other’s mouths.
Light spoke first. “Mmph—You’re so… so fucking annoying. Acting like you’ve got me figured out.”
Light grunted out, still pressing his now swollen lips against L’s slightly chapped ones.
L blinked slowly, as if considering the words, the tension, the space between their mouths.
“You’re the one who kissed me back.”
His voice was soft. Almost indifferent. But the weight behind the words landed with precision, like a hand pressed flat to Light’s chest.
Then, after a moment — just long enough to sting:
“You say I’m annoying, but you let me in anyway.”
Light didn’t respond, but L caught the pink flush that dusted the young man’s cheeks, and bit his own to stop himself from smirking. If he openly did, Light would probably call off the whole thing and go to sleep. We couldn’t have that happening now, could we? Not with Light on top of him, eyebrows furrowed but a softness in his expression. Longing. Yearning. Without even knowing it.
His hair rustled a bit from the rough tugging onto their bed. Oh, this version of him, needy and demanding, but pliant, was simply a treat.
L took Light’s silence as an open lead. He kissed him again, but not as rushed. He took it slowly, his tongue searching throughout the man’s teeth and the roof of his mouth. Smirking against Light’s lips when he received a soft moan from the man’s throat.
L’s hands reached down under Light’s shirt. Stopping his tracks at the familiar feeling of small nubs on the man’s chest. Testing the waters, L gave one nipple a small squeeze, watching Light’s face with every movement.
“Fuck—L. Stop teasing me.”
L did just that.
He brought up both of his hands under Light’s shirt now, firmly squeezing the small nubs. He twisted, pulled, and flicked, never staying consistent with one motion, to keep Light guessing. Wanting.
With each teasing flick Light's entire body twitched violently. He could barely keep himself upright, his arms resting on each side of L’s head trembling in effort to stay up straight.
“Mm—L! Fuck. Y-you’re way too good at this,” Light panted.
L hummed absentmindedly. “You know, you can always just say it feels good.”
“And stroke your ego even further? No thanks.”
“You mistake egoism for confidence. I’m simply comfortable in my own skills in bed.”
“You’re literally smirking,” Light fired back.
“That’s only because you’re so cute, Light-kun.”
Light’s face bloomed in a bright red crimson at L’s words. He opened his mouth once, twice, to speak, say something snarky, but no words came out. He was completely defeated.
L’s lazy smirk stretched into a grin.
Light gave up on trying to talk and decided L’s big fat mouth needed to be preoccupied for him to actually enjoy this. He kissed L again, pressing their bodies together impossibly further, trying to ignore the pool of slick building up in his pants.
Ignoring his dilemma only lasted for another four seconds before L acknowledged it for him.
A loud whine ripped from Light’s throat as L dragged a leg up to press his knee into Light’s crotch. White-hot pleasure electrified Light’s body intensely, and he moaned again when L jerked his knee once more.
L moves hungrily towards Light’s waistband, untying the clean, tidy knot done by Light. He tugs down Light’s shorts and boxers both at once, revealing his puffy, swollen core. It’s dripping with slick, a bit of grool strings clinging to his boxers before breaking off once they’re completely removed.
“Excited, are we?” L taunts.
“Do you ever stop talking? Seriously, it’s like there’s no off button for yo—Ah!”
Cutting off Light’s rambling, L delicately cascades a finger onto Light’s enlarged clit, rubbing it in slow, hypnotic circles that have Light biting his lip to keep from whining. Continuing his movements, L brings back his free hand to Light’s nipples, mimicking the pattern on the man’s chest.
By now, Light has no snarky remarks or retaliation. He’s whining and panting underneath L’s touch, his entire body shaking as he lets himself fall under the waves of pleasure, descending onto him so intensely.
“Ah, ah, mm, f-feels so good, L, more, please…!” Light whines, his voice reaching higher pitches than he ever thought possible.
L wordlessly obliges, quickening his motions on Light’s nether regions while meticulously maintaining a steady tempo on his chest, switching from nipple to nipple, still rubbing his clit. L prods a digit at Light’s entrance, which eases into him with no resistance. Light cries out; his arms finally give out, and before collapsing onto L completely, he turns his body sideways and flops onto the bed. Big brown doe eyes turn to look at L, begging.
“Hurry… please. Want your hands back on me. Want you to touch me,” Light breathes out through heavy pants. His face is flushed red, a pout tugging on his lips.
L quickly climbs on top of him and straddles his waist. Light meets his eyes and is taken aback by the actual show of emotion displayed on L’s face—his pitch-black eyes have a lingering glint in them, and while faint, a flush of pink rests on his cheeks.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” L deadpans—or at least tries to. The flush on his cheeks gives him away to something deeper.
Light’s panting slows down, and he smirks. He nudges a foot to L’s bulge. “Do I?”
L shudders, clenching his teeth. “Brat.” He spits out.
Light quirks an eyebrow, studying the flash of impatience on L’s face. Grinning, he nudges his foot harder against L’s clothed dick, reveling in the soft sigh that escapes L’s throat.
“You always act like this doesn’t affect you. Like I’m just some experiment and you’re studying me. Admit it, you’re just as aroused as I am,” Light states.
This time, L lifts an eyebrow, not in amusement, but in genuine confusion. “When did I ever say I wasn’t? Excuse me for not whining and moaning like a slut, Light-kun. I can assure you I am aroused. I’m just not as loud as you are.”
Light immediately retreats his foot from L, anger painting his expression. “Literally shut the hell up.”
He sits up straighter, the heat in his eyes cutting through the haze of lust. “You think you’re better than me because you’re quiet?”
He grabs L’s wrist, forces it down. “You don’t get to sit there judging me while your cock’s this hard. Shut up, Ryuzaki.”
“I’m simply stating what’s true, Light-kun. It’s up to you if you can handle it,” L says calmly.
“You’re the one getting all antsy when I simply point out you’re aroused. So what can you really handle?” Light says tauntingly, offering a harsh jab at L’s crotch again.
“Ah—I’d watch your words, Light-kun. I barely touched you earlier and you were practically flooding.”
Light’s face burns bright red, his teeth pull together so tight his jaw aches, and his fist clenches into a ball. He’s had enough of L’s cockiness.
“You just never shut up, do you?” he snaps, voice rough, half-breathless, half-furious. “Even when I’m like this—you just have to keep analyzing everything.”
L blinks slowly up at him, lips slightly parted.
“I’m simply—”
“No. Shut up. Get off me. We’re switching positions. Now.”
L blinks.
“Now!” Light whisper-shouts.
L’s eyes widen faintly—just a flicker, quickly gone—but he obeys. Previously straddling the man under him, he lifts his thighs and turns on his side to lay on his back. Light doesn’t even give him a chance to process before he climbs over him, thighs shaking but firm as they settle on either side of L’s face.
“Since your mouth’s so fucking smart,” Light grits out, trembling fingers gripping L’s hair, “use it for something useful.”
He sinks down.
And L obeys—like it was what he wanted all along.
Suddenly, Light’s arousal rests all over L’s mouth. Slick swipes over his already swollen lips from their rough makeout session earlier. He feels Light everywhere, smells him, and L feels like he’s going insane. It’s addictive. He lifts his arms to rest two hands on Light’s thighs to ground himself—not encouraging any movement, just there for support. He doesn’t know if it’s for Light, or him.
Light quivers from this odd, foreign sensation. All the heat between his legs is trapped over L’s hot face, his tongue staying still, not daring to move yet. Light’s wet core simply rests over his mouth, but the feeling from that alone is already overwhelming the brunette.
Of course, he would never admit that.
“You’re so much more tolerable when you’re quiet, L. You should try it out more often, don’t you think?”
L simply stares up at the man sitting on him, face unreadable.
“Oh, whoops.” Light giggles sadistically. “Forgot you’re a bit occupied down there.” Light flashes an impish smile.
Light tilts his head, voice syrupy and smug. “Is this what you wanted? All that analyzing, keeping me under your thumb—just an excuse to get under me?” He leans forward, brushing his fingers through L’s hair. “You could’ve just asked, you know. I might’ve let you.”
“Of course, I wouldn’t have left out the fact that you’re a hopeless pervert. You’re obsessed with me, admit it.”
Light nudges himself forward across L’s mouth and face, shivering from the pleasure that rolls around his lower body, heat settling comfortably in his tummy.
“Hmm, nod once. I’d make you try to speak with me against you but I won’t be that cruel. Yet,” Light chirps. The downright degrading words roll off his tongue like honey.
L blinks, taking in the situation at hand. At once, he could simply eat out Light until he was begging him to stop. But that would end things too quickly. He wants to drag this out, make Light face how submissive he could really be.
It’s a bit of a struggle to move his head at all; by no means is Light an easy weight directly on his face. But L powers through and nods his head up and down twice, slick lewdly smearing across his face in the process.
Light is practically glowing now. Pride and cockiness dripping from his entire being, his smile doesn’t leave his face. Basking in his dominant position here.
He snickers, his eyes staring down at L cruelly. “I already knew that, obviously. But no harm in making you say it.”
That earns him an annoyed eyebrow twitch from the man underneath him. But nothing more.
“Well then, if you don’t mind, I'm going to use your face now as the furniture you so desperately want to be,” Light ends his sentence with another snicker, jabbing a teasing poke to L’s chest.
He starts off slow, rolling his hips helpfully at the tip of L’s nose down to his bottom lip. Appreciating the smooth heart of L’s skin, he sighs, almost dramatically, from the delicious friction.
He picks up the pace, dragging his hips forward and back quickly across L’s pliantly open mouth, accepting all of Light’s lustful greedy movements.
“Haa… W-who knew… your mouth would feel this good. Ah—You really should shut up m-more. Look how good it’s making me feel…”
Light barely gets the words out, too focused on chasing his own pleasure.
But something’s off.
He doesn’t know if it’s their position, his previous annoyance at L, his frustratingly blank face, but something isn’t enough. It feels good, but he feels agonizingly empty. His walls clamp down on nothing, begging to be filled.
Light huffs somewhat childishly.
“I know you’re like, painfully unaware of social cues but this is the part where you eat me out. Not just sit there like someone’s lost child.”
Though it’s fun while it lasts, Light’s going to have to lift himself off L to have a coherent conversation. Reluctantly he does so, definitely not pouting.
L speaks up, not bothering to wipe off the slick covering his mouth and chin. The sight makes Light blush a little.
“I was under the impression I was your ‘furniture,’ Light-kun,” L says flatly.
“You—” Light cuts himself off, a multitude of insults coming to his head before he calms himself down. Trying to make sense with L with these kinds of things is almost as impossible as solving the Kira case. “It’s called foreplay,” Light deadpans. He can practically feel himself drying up.
“Or maybe Light-kun doesn’t know how to say he wants me to shove my tongue up inside him until he’s crying?” L cocks his head innocently.
Light’s face flushes red. “That’s not—”
Before he can finish, L drags the both of them flat on his back, grabbing Light’s thighs possessively, positioning his core above his chin.
“We both know you want this more than you lead on.”
Light practically squeaks. “Shut up—”
L offers a small, kitten lick against Light’s red clit. It goes as soon as it comes, teasing and torturous. Light’s thighs tremble as he whines.
“Be honest, Light-kun.”
“I fucking hate you.”
“That’s not honest.”
“It is. You’re just delusional.”
“And you are not, trembling, trying to convince yourself you don’t want my mouth on you more than anything right now?”
Light scoffs—but it’s shaky. His hand curls into the bedsheet. His hips twitch just slightly forward, instinctive, involuntary. He hates that L will notice. Of course he will.
“I said I hate you,” Light mutters again, but it’s quieter now, and L’s silence stretches long in response.
Another flick of L’s tongue—this one slower, with more pressure.
Light gasps, head tilting back. His jaw clenches, his whole body hovering in that humiliating, agonizing space between resistance and need.
“I…” he starts, and stops. His voice is too breathy. He swallows.
“I don’t need—”
Another lick. L’s eyes stay fixed up on him, perfectly blank, perfectly knowing.
“I don’t—ah—fuck—L—”
Light breaks off, a low, reluctant whine catching in his throat as his hips grind ever so slightly downward. His pride is starting to slip between the cracks.
He bites his lip hard and glares down at L, face flushed, eyes burning.
“…Fine,” he grits out. “Fine. I want your fucking mouth. Happy?”
L blinks. “No. I’d prefer you say it nicer.”
Light stares, scandalized, half-laughing in disbelief—but his core clenches at the demand. He hates how much it affects him.
He grits his teeth, shaking.
“…Please,” he mutters.
L raises an eyebrow.
Light lets out a furious breath, entire body quaking with restraint, with shame and aching need.
“…Please,” he repeats, this time softer. His voice trembles. “Please, Ryuzaki. Eat me out.”
Light moves his hips, eagerly chasing that friction. But he needs L’s mouth.
“What a nice sentence I’ve gotten out of you. It has a nice ring to it… Please me out, Ryuzaki.”
Light doesn’t even have it in him to fire back anymore. He needs L so badly. It feels like his entire body is on fire and L is a bucket of ice sitting two inches away from him.
“Fuck—Ryuzaki, L, please! I need you so bad. Need your mouth on me. I feel like I’m going insane. Please please please—”
L offers a sly smirk. “You beg so prettily.”
L lunges forward, his lips immediately latching onto Light’s poor neglected clit. He sucks hard—a silent apology for all the teasing, a confession. He licks and sucks the engorged organ, lapping up the overflow of slick gushing from Light. It’s messy, sloppy, and beautiful.
Light throws his head back, his hips moving on their own, not even aware of the motion until he feels his arousal enhance so much stronger, overwhelming all his senses almost painfully. It’s so good. He can’t stop moving, the only thing his brain can register is the feeling of L’s skilled tongue moving across his folds, sucking so diligently. As if the fate of the world depended on how well he ate out the man before him.
“Ah—Ah! L, L, Ryu—Mm. So good. Your… your mouth feels so g-good… I can’t, it’s too much…!”
Light can’t stop babbling. And if L wasn’t so damn skilled Light would have already crawled into a hole and hid forever from the embarrassment. Almost girlish moans being ripped out of his throat, loud and unabashed, coming out before he can even control it.
And L doesn’t stop there. A slender finger creeps up between the man’s thighs and prods once again that night at his entrance. Light is even wetter than before. And the finger practically gets sucked inside him rather than pushed into him. Light moans, loud. The feeling of emptiness finally fading away.
“More… Please… I want more of your fingers… I can take it. Ryuzaki, please…!” Light begs sweetly.
L simply murmurs a hurried “Shh, I got you,” before plunging two more fingers into Light’s wet hole. The reaction is immediate, the death grip on L’s shoulders tightening impossibly more. It would definitely leave bruises for tomorrow. Not that L minded.
Burrowing his fingers deeper into Light’s wet core, they search, fishing around for the one spot that will make Light scream. He needs to hear it; L moves his fingers in the come-here motion. Unaltered and focused.
Light jolts so hard the bed creaks.
“Ngh—!”
“There it is,” L whispers, his face in awe.
Light writhes, flushed and gasping, his thighs shaking uncontrollably. “D-Don’t say it like that,” he chokes out. “Like I’m—like I’m some…”
But his voice falters again as L strokes that same spot with surgical accuracy.
“You are,” L murmurs against his neck. “You’re perfect when you fall apart like this. I’ll keep going until you admit it.”
Light doesn’t respond—he can’t. Not with words. His breath hitches as another cry tumbles out of him, hips moving now not to escape but to meet L’s hand.
L returns his efforts gracefully, driving his fingers into that one spot mercifully. Every pound of his fingers draws Light closer to his climax—it’s all too much. He feels like he’s dying from feeling too good.
“Fuck! Yes—yes. Right there. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. So good, Ryu—L. Pleasee—”
Light’s hips might as well have grown legs and arms. He doesn’t think he could stop moving them even if he tried. Deep in his belly he can feel his orgasm approaching; he braces himself for the sucker punch in his gut.
“Cumming—Gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, can’t, fuck, cumming…!”
Light’s vocal cords ache from the string of moans spilling from his mouth as he squirts all over L’s porcelain face. Liquids coat not only the man under him but their bedsheets as well. Light rides his high as long as he can, whining and groaning as he rides out his orgasm, smearing himself over L’s face.
Completely spent, L barely manages to catch Light in his arms as his limbs give out after finishing his prolonged orgasm, and slams his head on the headboard.
“Be careful, Light-kun.”
Light groans against L’s chest. His body feels like pudding. He can’t possibly hold a conversation.
After a few minutes of comfortable silence, Light speaks.
“Wasn’t this about getting dry?” Light quips.
L hums thoughtfully. “Well, after that performance neither of us are dry.”
Light hides his blush within L’s shoulders.
“Shut up.”