Through the Looking Glass

After the perfunctory greetings, Matsuda inquired about Light's first day in the new accommodations.

"It wasn't as awkward as the first night of observation, but I'll never get fully used to it. Thanks for asking though, Matsuda-san," answered Light perfectly while flashing his gleaming smile. A flushed Matsuda stuttered away, while Yagami senior huffed his discontent at the negative sounding implications of Light's comments. L surveyed the scene as it played out before him. Apparently, Light had no reservations in charming men or women. This information coupled with his observations with Misa and his earlier spur of the moment experiment served to strengthen his running theory. While Light wasn't particularly enticed by the most overt advances of the opposite sex, he wasn't repulsed at Matsuda's feather light vies for affection. There was also Light's highly excited state after a not even full frontal peep show. Perhaps Light's attraction to L's mental capabilities was manifesting itself physically. It was also possible Light didn't find Matsuda aggressive enough to be repulsed, or that Light was subtlety stringing Matsuda along as a pawn in his favor. It was strange that Light's physical interest in L was only now starting to emerge, something had changed in him. All through Light's captivity, he seemed reserved , but in an instant Light seemed to make an ardent 180 degree about-face. There was definitely something tangibly different about him, but L could only speculate as to why this change had com about. All the same, L had to admit an attraction on his behalf as well. Light was magnetic, and everyone was drawn to him. While it stung that he, the world's top three greatest detectives-in-one L, would fall into the category of "everyone," his attraction to Light was deeper than skin and charms. Light was one of the only people in the world to pose as a rival to him and possibly surpass him. That possibility alone sent electric shudders of fear and admiration through him. L was also not one to be restrained by societal conventions. He understood human sexuality was not entirely black or white, but more of a gray scale. Light also just happened to be near his own age range and attractive. This quirky brew of facts and circumstances fermented a strong pull. As a man of action, L set out to investigate the possibilities of furthering their relationship beyond friendship. Though a serious liability to his investigation and possibly his life, this absolute attraction in both mind and body was a fair asset to gain. Most people would never experience it in their entire life.

Now that his leads in the Kira case had gone cold, Light noticed L had a fair amount of spare time between solving other cases and eating cake. As the Kira situation continued stagnant, L was growing increasingly bored. L slept regularly these days. Light had found this behavior accompanied L's complete lack of interest in the Kira investigation. This apathy grated on Light's nerves, especially since his confinement seemed to have no end in sight. Light took the road of disregard to the shower incident, but there was palpable tension in the late hours of the evening. Light had tried to put the show he witnessed behind him, but every time he looked at L's unwavering mask, he wondered what it had looked like then. His continued confinement also meant keeping his emotions and impulses on a leash also had no end. This strain brought about an all out brawl earlier this afternoon. Light had experienced the vigorous dormant strength L's body hid, and had the bruises to prove it. Light had also seen emotion transform the mask into a fiery, ruddy mess. The image seared into his memory down to the red tinged gleam of saliva glossing L's swollen lower lip. Light had wanted to taste it. Had Matsuda not interrupted, he might have. There would have been hell to pay then, his hormones had to be appeased.

As the task force slowly succumbed to their customary hours of retreat, Light and L found themselves alone. L began to gather his night clothes from the bureau for his shower while Light reinforced his resolve. L felt Light approach from behind, and readied for an attack. The type of attack he received was totally unanticipated. A slight caress of finger tips ascending his lower back growing more forceful as they reached his shoulders. The pain from the contact with his bruised upper back thawed L from his frozen stance, and he tried to face Light. Light stopped him by pushing against the base of L's neck with his right forearm and slightly pining him to the bureau. Light started to massage with his left hand.

"Light-kun, this increases your Kira percentage to…"

" I'm sorry, Ryuuzaki," murmured Light, in part to silence L.

"For what?" L knew what for, but felt like being difficult.

"I'm sorry I lost my temper, but you've got to put yourself in my situation. My life seems like its an old toy in the indifferent hands of a child."

"This afternoon's events led me to the same conclusion, so I really hold nothing against you. Your chosen method of apology is somewhat peculiar, though."

"Well…" Light thought on his feet quickly, "since I expressed my discontent physically, I figured I could show my apology physically, as well," justified Light. In reality, he was at his limit of self-discipline and was trying to satiate his tension through controlled contact.

"Hmph," L sighed vaguely as he allowed himself the contentment of being touched, can't argue with logic. L hissed as Light worked a tender spot, and he heard Light swallow thickly. L noted Light's forearm slid down and he briefly held his captor in place by a light grasp around the nape of his neck. The warm, lingering hand then moved down to join the massage. The momentary act of subconscious possessiveness stirred things down below in L that were now fueled by Light's firm touches and a slight grind against the bureau because of their force. The detective braced himself against the smooth surface of the sanded, unfinished wood, feeling heat envelope him slowly. L felt danger creep into the pit of his stomach and decided the apology had lasted enough. Light felt L begin to turn, and raised his hand to L's neck again. Light didn't want to stop just yet, but L turned anyway. Light saw the embers of L's earlier fierce countenance, and pulled L in with the hand around his throat and tasted what he had wanted earlier. Controlled contact: failed. Light felt L's lips parting and plunged an inquisitive tongue to entangle with his. They broke for air, and dove in again. L had assessed the significant possibility Light would try engage him in this kind of situation when he turned, but decided to risk it. Now, L felt the heat clouding his analytical abilities, his body reacting on instinctual behavior encoded deep within human DNA. He gripped the sides of Light's shirt and brought him forward making contact in all the right places.

"Ahh," moaned Light, breaking the kiss and resting his forehead against L's shoulder. Light rocked forward and felt L exhale unevenly. The hot friction between them increased as they continued to grind. L could feel Light's hardness hot against his own constricted length. Light reined L in for another kiss, prying L's mouth open with his dexterous tongue, seeking L's tongue. A deep groan poured out of L's throat as he felt his tongue sucked on insinuatingly. One of Light's more experienced conquests had done that to him, and he had found it arousing enough to seal the deal. As the detective's erection pulsed to the rhythm of Light's suction, the uneasiness in L's stomach flared again. Light was understandably voracious, but this aggressiveness on his part could give Light some sort of edge on precedence in future encounters. Although, aggressiveness is almost always a sign of weakness, L mused in the back of his mind. L determined that while the possibility of a closer relationship was more than just his internal delusions, he was unsure if this possibility was purely because of convenience or real attraction.