Bobbing for Apples

Light woke up too early in his opinion but at the same time he was happy that he got more sleep than any other night thus far since he was released from L's cuffs. He did not remember last night, seeing L's eyes in his half-dream. While he showered he just knew that he felt better. When he left his room it was five o'clock and once he got downstairs, of course, the leading mind in the case to find him was up before him - assuming that L slept. L gave him a quick glance in acknowledgment and sipped his coffee while he looked at the screens once more, typing quickly with one hand. Light froze. Now he remembered those eyes. With a wash of embarrassment, he remembered everything. He, of course, was half dreaming when it happened and he had not done it on purpose. And in all fairness, it's not like he came to L, it was after the orgasm had begun that he saw those eyes. A tint of pink washed over Light's cheeks.

L wasn't saying anything about it. He kept his lips in front of his cup or around a spoon at all times. It took him awhile to realize that when he put the spoonful of vanilla frosting in his mouth, Light would watch him suck it off. The detective decided that this was truly getting interesting. Without looking at the person staring at him, he pointed to the screen. "This is the only one from yesterday that did a major crime, why do you think that is?"

The auburn headed man practically jumped out of his seat. "I don't know, perhaps he finds himself hiding. It wouldn't be all that surprising if we're not the only group out to get him. I doubt they are anywhere near as intelligent as we have been about this but that doesn't mean they can't be right once in awhile, maybe they caused him a minor inconvenience?" He really knew why but he wasn't going to say to the one person who suspected him - however rightfully - of being Kira. Glad that he had come up with this before so that he didn't have to think. He was great when it came to thinking but something about last night had ripped him of all thought when he watched the person sitting next to him do exactly what he had imagined, no matter how much of it was subconsciously, on his dick. He held back a groan and sat stiffly. Get to work! he screamed to himself on the inside and with that he became engrossed in work that was really quite useless and didn't take up any of his thought but at least it was something to keep his mind off... things.

That worked for about an hour before he recalled his conversation yesterday with the detective about his gender. He had to find a way to find out the answer. He tried running over a list of things that would define gender in his mind but all he really came up with is physical features that include places too intimate to find out easily. He couldn't recall any proof of L menstruating but it's not like he was looking for it either and there are various reasons a woman wouldn't even have a period, such as the shot. However, why would he have the shot when it was so obvious he wasn't sexual. Kira smiled and let out a small laugh, making the older man look at him. "What do you find so funny, Light-kun?"

"Just thinking; are you asexual. I could definitely see that..." He said then laughed more, almost insanely. He stopped as he realized L was staring at him. "What, is it true?" A smirk hinted his lips.

L was stuck. He really didn't want to admit anything about himself that was so personal but he could tell that if he didn't, there would be many problems to be had between him and the suspected Kira. "I assure you, Light, I have urges as anyone else." Or more... A small blush, barely recognizable, came across his entire face as he turned back to his work. Turning it around to his advantage, he typed quickly on his keyboard. "Why, are you feeling self conscious?"

"NO!" The younger man gritted his teeth. Then he kind of thought about it. He wasn't really attracted to anyone... Don't let him do this to you. "I assure you I have desires and fantasies." Lies. He suddenly was deep in thought. Light was perfectly aware that this was what L wanted him to do; start debating with himself or something to that extent. He obviously couldn't know if Kira had problems with being normal in the sense that he didn't have even any fantasies he could be attracted to. Still, if I was going to be attracted to anyone, who would it be? I don't think anyone can keep my interest off of just looks alone. Perhaps no one is good enough for me. Yes that has to be it. Then he returned to his thoughts on the gender of the only person with a mind even close to his. He had to be a, well, he because of his deeper voice than most females but then again that could be a question of androgyny. Then Light thought of something that shocked him. What if the darkness under his eyes was makeup?

He turned in his chair, facing the side of L. L, after awhile, changed the position his chair in turn, staring back at Light. There was a long moment before Light did something unlikely and even a little uncalled for.

He lightly licked his left hand thumb then reached over, half standing, and wiped that thumb against L's upper cheek.

Silence commenced as Light and L stared at each other. Subconsciously L's hand came up to where the saliva had traced and felt it delicately. His eyes didn't leave the suspect. Light, on the other hand, stared at where he had traced his wet finger. No change had been made, so Light could only assume that meant it was not makeup. Now that he thought about it, of course, he thought he would have acknowledged makeup applying while they were chained together. He didn't blush probably more by choice than the fact that he wasn't embarrassed. However, this all changed once he noticed L's eyes almost popping out of his head. He realized he had mindlessly stuck that same thumb back to his lips and gently sucked on it. He suddenly flushed and stood up, about to leave the room. "I..." He turned on his heel and basically ran.

He ran to the first empty room he could find, a random room with a table with chairs around it, some conference room to be sure. He sat done in one of the chairs and laid his head down on the table, hitting it with the side of his clenched hand. He groaned in embarrassment, unfisting his hand and bringing it to his face. He stared at his thumb, it felt as if it had been softened by the touch of the cheek. Light shook his head and stood up abruptly, pacing. He was so confused. Why did I do that, why did I do that? "WHY DID I DO THAT?" He growled and slumped back into the chair. He realized then that he was utterly turned on and became angry at himself, closing his legs in basic protest. "No, no, no... No way." He whined. He, however, became fidgety. Sighing, he unzipped his pants. Almost hesitant, he wrapped his hand around his cock and sighed. He was almost rough with how fast he beat himself, moaning into the table. Somewhere during it, he noticed his left thumb at hips lips. Lightly, he licked it.

L jumped in his seat, groaning lightly in the silence. He, too, was thoroughly stroking himself, slower than Light but no less ambitious. He watched the man on the screen work his tongue lightly on his own thumb and directly imagined his thumb in other, more intimate places along his own bodies Some of them at least as phallic as Light's thumb. He groaned as Light began to thrust into his hand more than he moved his arm, his eyes closed and panting. What is he imagining?

Light was imagining the man who was currently watching him through the screen underneath him, Light steadily fucking his ass - he could almost hear L groaning, perhaps moaning his name. He for a moment wished that he and L weren't arch rivals so that he could very loudly and quite often fuck this detective. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, however, he realized that they would have never met if he was not Kira. Light imagined pulling his hair, making him tilt his head back, and sucking on his ear. Perhaps he would whisper sweet nothings - or better yet, outrageously taboo phrases, into that ear warmly. Groaning, he began to shudder, suddenly spurting his seed onto the bottom side of the table, it sticking heavily there. He breathed heavily and let himself collapse onto the floor, stars threatening to overcome his vision.

L in just the other room also was panting vocally, imagining various throes of passion scenarios with Light in return. His pale lanky body went very stiff during a certain thought process where he was on his hands and knees and Light was pummeling into his anus, kissing his back and giving him a reach around. L however did not lose control, catching most of his cum in his left hand. His eyes remained closed as he basked in it, still in his crouching-sitting position. When he opened his eyes, however, he noticed that Light was no longer on the ground - or even the room. Cursing, he switched the camera, stuffing his much pleased cock back into his pants, and looked for a place to get rid of the evidence but as Light walked back into the room through the door behind him, he was left with the only decision.

Frowning, he ruined his frosting by scraping his hand against the inside of the container, letting it mix. He almost regretting having masturbated. He set it aside and gave a kind smile to Light as he sat down next to him. He decided it was best to put the frosting off to the side. He looked at the clock. It was only eight in the morning.

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Fufa's Notes:

I also forget to say last time that just because Light begins questioning L's gender does not that I, nor the readers, do. D: