Bobbing for Apples

Most of the day passed with nothing but silence between the two. L was probably the more awkward feeling of the two, knowing that they had both been sexually assaulting themselves at the same time and he kept his emotions less under wraps than Light, other than the latter's outbursts that came through every once in awhile. However, L was the most likely to be strange anyways, so if he kept the same attitude about it for a long period of time, nothing particularly interesting would stand out. And so they typed, they clicked, they snacked - well, Ryuuzaki did, and they thought. They kept their thoughts to themselves but most of the time they had to do with each other. Light generally thought about ways to get the detective to admit his true gender while L thought over all the reasons why it wasn't remotely possible for Light to have been thinking of him while masturbating in order to try to convince himself not to care. They both roamed over similar ideas with their minds; namely, the incident with the thumb. L named the event 'Evidence: I" for the proof that it was indeed him he was imagining. No matter how you were trying to convince yourself of something, the best way to prove it is through evidence that seems as if it rebuts your thoughts. Unfortunately, this piece of an example was proving to be way too much of a contradictory thought than what he would like. Light had named the embarrassing predicament 'that stupid thing I really shouldn't have done' quite eloquently.

Right now Ryuuzaki was stabbing truffles with a toothpick and plopping them into his mouth. The possibility is unlikely that he has any interest in me. Now that I have thought about it for... Three hours, twelve minutes, and thirty... nine seconds, it seems as if he was testing me. I think, perhaps, he was feeling to see if I wore makeup. At the time of the incident, I had entirely forgotten he is questioning my gender. It is the reaction afterwards, however, when he sucked lightly on his thumb that throws me off. Perhaps he did not trust his judgment just off of feel and was seeing if it tasted differently, powdery. This is a probability. After this it became even more strange, he left the room and proceeded to angrily beat up upon furniture and then play with himself. It would make sense that he was touching himself to thoughts of me given the timing, however - rage is a very passionate emotion and he was angry at himself. It would make sense that the best way to end this frustration would be through self love. He plopped a minty flavored one into his mouth and scrolled down the browser. Then I must remember last night... Where he quite clearly, if not lightly, said my name. It was more of a question, however, indicating he had not been fantasizing about me. But the sheer idea that I would come up at such a time is strange. He held back a sigh and read over new information about Kira. There's a ninety percentage that he is attracted to me. There's a thirteen percent chance he's Kira. This, of course, meant there was a thirteen percent chance the suspect was attracted to him and an eighty seven percent chance that he was in fact Kira. He always reversed the percentages in his head on purpose. He was, in essence, a liar. Anything that showed what he was really thinking or feeling was dangerous.

Light couldn't concentrate. He of course didn't have to though considering his position but it would have been nice. The brunette had reverted to half-thoughts of whatever was in front of him while the rest of that mind went to ways to find out L's gender. There was a lot of theories that went nowhere. The best idea he had was a horrible one he rather not do but he was getting impatient over this frivilous information. "L -- Ryuuzaki. Are you g-- , er, homosexual?" He said, staring at him. The most he got was L stabbing a peice of watermelon, apparantly out of truffles, and raise it up into the air, examining it.

"No, Light-kun, can't say I am." He stuck it in his mouth and looked at Light. "Why?" He asked after he had finished chewing and swallowing the fruit. Suddenly another pair of lips were on his own. The pale skin slightly flushed and eyes flew open but he in no way tried to encourage it or stop it. He just stared as Light moved back into his chair. He didn't, couldn't, blink for the longest time. He was sure a few minutes flew by. Eventually, his eyes closed slowly and opened. Then he resumed his staring, opening his mouth to speak but nothing coming out.

Light stared back, nervous. He was watching for signs of repulsion or interest but nothing came. Almost growling, his head dived back at L before Ryuuzaki could think and stole his mouth again, already open, and began to search it. He was standing, hunched over L who was sitting in his usual manner, arms slack to his sides. Light's arm came around him and lifted him from the chair, forcing him to stand. Again, nothing. Light got the distinct feeling he was kissing someone who was unconscious. He stopped and backed away, realizing he was breathing hard. Most likely, dumbass, because you didn't breath throughout the entire ordeal.

L blinked, realizing what was going on. He decided to give away more information. "I'm pansexual."

Realization broke upon Light's face. He's not gay, but he's not straight. So whether he would like it or not wouldn't depend on my gender. Fuck! He began rubbing his mouth with his sleeve, sitting back down. Groaning in disgust. He was put out, he had lost. Again. "Ew, I can't believe I kissed a guy..."

"I'm a guy again? And Was it really that bad?" L asked watching the other man freak out as if trying to decontaminate himself, doing that small smile of his.

No, not really, could have participated though... "Of course it was! And I didn't get a drop of information about your gender from it. UGH!"

"I'm sorry to hear that, Yagami-kun." And he was, Ryuuzaki's estimate dropped to five percent likelihood of Light wanting him in bed with that small comment. However, L's lips were still slightly curved on the edges upward. Light kissed me; for the wrong reasons, I didn't participate, and he hated it - still, he kissed me. Something about that thought was warm, kind of like the lips that had smashed against his own. "You were seeming to enjoy yourself at the time, however. I noticed you forgot to breathe." He watched Light slightly flinch as if he was being reminded of a horrible crime a long time in the past. He let this thought continue and it proved that Light didn't hate the idea to him but the percentage stayed the same because just because he was overacting didn't mean he actually wanted to do anything with the detective. He stepped closer bravely and hung his face in front of Light's. Not in a way to indicate he was going to kiss him, just in that strange L-has-personal-space-issues way. "If I was a female for sure, would you be freaking out this way?" Ryuuzaki was curious.

Light opened his mouth but closed it again, thinking it over. The thing with this question was it can be taken two ways; if he said yes, that'd be a lie. If he said no then L would probably say he didn't know what the big deal would be about gender. "Everything changes under circumstance, I suppose." Yagami knew that was true, given his experience with the Death Note. He tried to search L's eyes for some insight on what he was thinking but failed to find anything but a black abyss. Yet he found himself lost within those ebony eyes for a moment before standing up, forgetting L was there somehow. Stood up to be only an inch at most from L and only in some places. Stood up to their noses touching and they were eye to eye with eachother quite uncomfortably yet neither of them moved for a long moment. L broke the silence with a sigh much like one you would hear from a teen after telling them to clean their room, his eyes shifting upwards for a brief period of time. Light jumped when he felt Ryuuzaki's fingers across his cheek, under his ear, behind his neck, interlacing in his hair. Light's face was brought halfway into a light kiss in no real hurry to go anywhere but from the meeting of the lips. No tongue was prodding Light's lips, no nibbling, just a simple kiss. That kiss however, became a series of kisses of the same type. Regular, long lasting kisses until finally they were opening their mouths slightly between them as to breath. In turn, this led them to a singular 'french' kiss that lasted a few moments before they broke away, panting. Between it all, L's arms went over Light's shoulders, one hand idly in his hair. Light's arms wrapped around Ryuuzaki but not around the waist, up higher more near the chest.

A click and they were suddenly both very seriously concentrating on their screens four feet away before two men walked in. Light's face was unmasked anger which the intruders assumed to be directed at the detective, L's face looked as if he was very disappointed with the situation. Once again, Matsuda and the Chief seemed to think they had been fighting. Without thinking, L was stabbing another piece of watermelon. Repeatedly.

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Fufa's Notes:

Okay soooooooooooo yeah. Thanks for the reviews, guys! I've edited things in effort to make things more in character. And yes, I'm aware, this chapter is fairly small and quite lonely without another masturbation scene. Alas! I'm slowing down - new job. Today I fell down a flight of stairs, too! That was fun... Not.