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“Is this love ended or it never started?
Won’t ask it, I’ll let go
I’m lost in love
I’ve lost it all”
Santa Monica, Bubble Tea and Cigarettes
Light woke, the dark of the room making it hard to see, and he blinked blearily. He was on his stomach, face half buried in the pillows and sheets kicked down to his waist. The room was too hot, he thought unfocused and sluggish. Too hot to go back to sleep even as it pulled at his eyes and whispered promises of thoughtless dreams.
He shifted trying to get comfortable, and his hips rolled against the mattress on instinct from no instruction of his own. Light sighed softly. His cock ached pressed between the mattress and his stomach, precum already sticky in his boxers. It wasn’t just the heat that had woken him, it seemed.
Light wanted to ignore it, bury himself in the pillows and let sleep take him again. He was too exhausted to make any effort to relieve himself. L liked to stay up for days on end, reworking the case again and again running circles in his mind, or sometimes he would stare blankly into space for hours never saying a word, or other times he would ask Light strange questions, usually following his long lapses into silence, always bordering on philosophical and always with the barest hint of accusation as if no matter Light’s answer it would still be incriminating. After these long days, L would finally retire to bed to sleep the next day away and wake to repeat the process. Light didn’t have to, but he liked staying awake with him. It was important somehow, he thought, though L had told him not to bother with L’s habits, it was no matter to him; but it was some matter to Light.
It was important to appear an equal to someone, in mind and in body, he supposed, and though Light had followed a strict schedule of sleeping and waking that befit a high profile student, it felt wasteful to spend some time apart while they were chained together, even if that time apart was of consciousness and not distance; Light did not like the idea of needing L’s opinion when he was asleep or the other way around. And L liked to watch tv or use a laptop to review the case even in the dark, which made it impossible for Light to find sleep.
His cock throbbed, demanding attention, and Light huffed into his pillow.
The sheets sighed as he shifted to look at L. His eyes had adjusted to the dark, and he could see L huddled on the other side of the bed looking as if he’d started tightly curled up and had slowly moved outward in his sleep, his shoulders rounded and his back to Light, his hips twisted slightly so the sharp outline of his waist was visible through the sheets and his legs bent gently at the knee.
His scent was everywhere, on the sheets, the pillows, in the air, even on Light’s clothes as they shared a bed, and Light took a deep breath just for more. He wanted more, he always wanted more—of anything, and that was his problem. Academic prowess, recognition, a bright career, approval, power, this —he wanted to win, and the deep, despotic hunger that filled his belly should have made him afraid but only succeeded in making him more ambitious .
What could be a victory, in the dark? It was almost like cheating. He had never known L to play particularly clean though, so he supposed it was simply an eye for an eye. The world would go quite dark if they ever went head to head, tooth for a tooth. The impossibility of them clashing so drastically as to encumber the whole world humored Light with the appeal of rivalry.
He thinks of L’s heat a few weeks ago, the taunting pressure like he was baiting Light and, under the influence of pheromones, Light had only been quick-witted enough to recognize the provocation but not enough to retaliate. L had won, by and large, playing an alpha for a fool.
Perhaps it was only fair that Light should play his own game now.
It was an easy thing to tell himself when he’d lost the last one and didn’t take defeat lying down. He could pretend at humility, take a loss with a gracious smile, but it was always there, the memory kept alive so he’d remember not to lose next time.
Light reached out a hand, and the sheets breathed as he carefully slipped them down L’s shoulder to sit in the curve of his waist. L didn’t stir when Light’s fingers brushed against his skin, hand careful as a feather when he skimmed over L’s spine and met the gentle rise of his ass, his underwear low on his hips.
Light’s chest barely rose, so short and brief were his breaths as he waited in anticipation for L to rouse from his sleep and confront him. But he did not, even when Light’s fingers dipped beneath the waistband and found his hole. It was just wet enough with slick for him to circle it without resistance, but it was nowhere near as soaked as it was in his heat.
He pressed his finger against L’s entrance, testing the muscle until he could push in up to the first knuckle. L’s sigh was like the sigh of wind through his hair, short and gentle, and Light’s cock twitched.
With the moment passed with nothing but a breath of air to acknowledge it, Light pushed in further, one finger and then another. This would be enough, he decided, to tide him over until the morning. Just the feel of him, the warmth of his insides, his slick on his fingers, would be enough to satisfy Light until L woke.
Slowly, he began to stretch his fingers, and slick built between them in response to the stimulation until Light could cautiously move his fingers in and out, so carefully he couldn’t even call it thrusting. It was simply for the satisfaction of feeling L tighten around him. His thighs pressed together in his sleep, pleasure finding him in his dreams, and heat flickered like electricity under Light’s skin.
He began searching with intent for L’s prostate. The thought of bringing L pleasure in his sleep made Light rock his hips forward on instinct, though he found no friction laying on his side. His fingers sank deep in L again, and this time L whimpered, low and fleeting, but it was there. The desire Light was seeking out. Mindful not to wake him, Light repeated the action, so tense with apprehension his chest was tight and needy for air, but he would not let himself take the gasping breath he needed. All of his focus was on L.
He curled his fingers, and L’s hips jerked. Light did it again, once, twice, and L’s body tightened like a drawn bow, clenching down on Light’s fingers. Air ghosted from his lips in a soundless moan, and he was cumming.
Light’s cock twitched with painful arousal, unattended to; it leaked precum until it was seeping through his boxers and onto the bed sheets beneath him. L’s scent was more commanding now than ever and appealed directly to Light’s alpha disposition. He pulled his fingers from L and lifted them to his lips, taking a deep breath and trembling with desire. When he placed his fingers on his tongue, he thought he’d finish then and there, but his cock only jerked painfully. The natural instinct to pump his seed deep in an omega kept him from cumming without something wrapped around him.
Light gritted his teeth down to hold back an angry growl. He’d had ruts alone before with nothing but himself and a few toys; he could finish by himself, he knew it, but the presence of an omega—one he’d already been through a heat with—created an insatiable effect on him. They hadn’t even mated, and his body refused any alternative that was not L’s tight heat milking his cock.
He pulled his fingers from his mouth and desperately pumped his cock, neck twisted to bury his face in the pillows. It was hot and wet, precum and spit making the slide easy. He pushed his underwear off, kicking it down around his ankles and off somewhere in the sheets. Pressure built in his balls, and Light’s hand could no longer make it down the base of his cock as his knot began to form. Impatiently, he tugged on his cock, eager for a quick release that would lull him back to sleep until he could focus on it in the morning. But it never came. It ached, an angry pleasure heavy in his abdomen, but would not cum. Light squeezed his cock in useless frustration before giving up on it.
He needed more. He just needed something that could ease the pain for a little longer. His eyes glanced over the outline of L’s shoulders in the dark, down his waist and legs and lingered there. The sheets were still gathered over the curve of his hips, keeping him from Light’s full view like a taunt and a covert promise.
L was wet from Light’s preparation, he’d felt it and he could smell it in the air. It would be easy to slide his cock between his thighs or cheeks, thrusts made easy with slick and precum. That would be enough to convince him to finish, he was sure of it.
Light swallowed thickly and placed his hands gently on L’s waist. He was cautious as he urged L to turn on his stomach, and with a little pressure, L moved in his sleep to get comfortable in his new position. Light let out a nervous breath. He had slept through Light’s fingers, but he didn’t know how much he could take in his sleep. Exhaustion and his rut made his thoughts jumble until he was swimming in them. All he needed was a quick release, and then he could sleep, free from thoughts and desires.
Uneasy, he pushed himself to his knees. He stared down at L’s body, his back rising with deep breaths but otherwise still and perfect. He was skinny and so pale he could’ve matched the bedsheets, and Light’s cock dripped at just the thought of him. Slowly so as not to disturb him, Light placed one leg over the back of L’s thighs so he stood over the swell of his ass and looked down on him. He silently pulled down L’s underwear above his knees, and though he had seen this view before, Light was enraptured with the bony outline, the slight curve of his muscle, his skin pale from living his life indoors away from the sun. By all accounts, L was not an ideal omega. He had a poor diet of sugar, bad physical health, his days spent curled up in front of a computer in the dark, and a competitive personality that challenged Light at every corner.
L made no attempt to appeal to anyone, not like Light did. Light knew how to dress and how to talk politely to others, what kind of diet he should follow to optimize his studying; he’d spent his life watching others, implementing all the things he’d seen and knew what was expected of him. L wasted no time on those things. He knew what he wanted and created his life to accommodate it, bending the world to his demands.
Light knew no one else as frustrating as him.
His cock stood out from between his legs, and Light leaned down to sink his hands on either side of L. He pushed his hips forward carefully, his cock pressing between L’s cheeks. Light’s breath cut short, gasp bitten off by his gritted teeth. He shifted impatiently, his fingers curling in the bedsheets framing L’s waist.
He could barely see in the dark, but he could make out L’s tight hole and his own cock, dark with arousal and leaking, between his cheeks. His hole, carefully stretched, was wet with slick and it clung to Light’s cock as he gently rocked his hips with just enough pressure to torture himself.
Light was familiar with self-control, lived in it really, but this was punishment for a crime he was sure he hadn’t committed; some imaginary judgment that deemed suitable to punish him. His balls ached, and he was lightheaded, fever from his rut making it hard to think. There was one singular thought that stood out above all: breed .
His cock demanded attention, and he swallowed excess saliva. L’s scent was everywhere, suffocating and impossible to escape, and Light cut another gasp short as his cock head caught on the edge of L’s hole and slipped passed it.
L barely made a noise, a soft sigh whispered between his lips, but he didn’t rouse from his sleep. Light swallowed tightly and reconsidered. A risk was the only way to ever solve anything, he and L were no strangers to that. The greater the risk, the higher the reward.
He carefully angled his hips, anticipation on the tip of his tongue and muscles tight with adrenaline. With the new angle, he cautiously pressed the tip of his cock to L’s entrance. His teeth clenched with so much force it hurt. He urged his cock in gently, so gently it felt like the sun would rise before he’d fit in, but slowly, centimeter by centimeter, he sank in until the head of his cock had disappeared inside him.
Just the tip, he told himself, voice sounding strangely like L’s and mocked his weak attempt at resistance. If that’ll help calm you down.
His breaths were shallow, and his thrusts even less. The welcoming heat of L’s hole pulled at him and each puff of air felt like it would be his last. It was unbearable, held in a slowly clenching fist until all the life had been stolen from him.
L was still sound asleep under him, absent from Light’s internal struggle. It would be fine to sink further in, let the warmth take him, guided by the invisible hand of his rut.
He bit his lip painfully, trying to ground himself, but he wanted. It was so hard to deny himself, his own desires so easy to give in to. That was how L had caught him last time, using his heat to lure Light in deeper and deeper until he’d been snared; his desires were his own end.
L clenched down on him, and Light’s throat cracked on a whimper, almost sobbing. L’s body was pulling him in; it was too much to hold back from. Light could go slowly, if he was careful it would be just as fine as his fingers. He needed it, his balls ached, his lower abdomen clenched with rejected release, his mind overwrought. He urged his hips forward, bated breath hot between his lips as L’s hole sucked him in.
The hurt had to be imaginary, some trick of the mind meant to push him forward, but Light’s patience still burned down like a wick on a candle. He was melting into L, weak and needy. L moaned beneath him, and Light froze, his body tense and still. The sound disappeared and with it any notion that L was waking. He fell back into deep sleep, and Light hesitated before nervously pressing further in.
Every heartbeat rattled his chest, a trapped bird plucking at his ribcage to be let out. He couldn’t stand the tension or the slow, never ending pressure. Then his cock met resistance, his knot bumping against L’s entrance. He was fully seated inside L.
Light’s breath escaped in a shaky sigh, need turning him reckless as he rolled his hips into the welcome warmth. It was everything he needed, and not enough. He was trembling with desire, lungs empty no matter how many shallow gasps he took, blood boiling with fever. Suspense was eating him from the inside out as he tried to restrain himself, his thrusts shallow and tenuous; he was unable to reach the pace he wanted, and yet the anticipation was like a match to a lighter, the risk making good on its worth.
His nails bit into his palms even through his grip on the thin bedsheets, and his knot threatened L’s entrance. L whimpered softly below him. Light bit down on his own moan, throat tightened up around a raspy breath. He was close, on the precipice like looking off the side of a cliff and wondering, ever so briefly, what it’d be like to jump. His knot pushed passed the resistance of L’s hole, and Light came with a whine buried deep in his chest.
He felt L tense underneath him, his eyes closed as his cock twitched and pumped seed inside him, but distantly beyond the pleasure coursing through him he heard L gasp. A groan shook the body beneath him, and Light’s cock jerked as he knew L was waking from the harsh stretch of Light’s cock stuffing him full. He was free falling, feet slipping from the edge of the cliff and plunging downward with no end in sight.
His orgasm was a hard nosedive, and Light was weak in the arms as he supported himself above L. Postcoital bliss did not do him the mercy of lingering. Immediately after his final pump of cum, his last relieved gasp, Light held still over L, frozen in place. Shame—an unfamiliar feeling—gnawed in his gut while the hush in the room fell so heavy he could suffocate on it.
“I see you’re still incapable of patience,” L spoke into the strained silence. His voice was soft, raspy with sleep and the barest hint of a taunt. It was always the barest hint with L as if he wanted Light to make the effort to infer his intention rather than state it blatantly. “You’re worse than an omega in heat.
Light’s jaw flexed with a warning growl. His hips bucked shortly into the stretched heat around him, and L gasped, breath faint with arousal.
“Impatient and ill-mannered,” L said, tone certain but his voice was weak with the weight of Light’s cock inside him. “Does your father know you behave this way?”
Light huffed against his neck. “Don’t bring my father up now.”
“Of course not,” L replied as if Light had said nothing at all, muffled by the pillows. “I think he’d be appalled to find his son so misbehaved. And what would your mother think—“
“This isn’t about them,” Light snapped, punctuating his remark by testing the limits of L’s entrance as he tried to pull back his hips; his knot prevented him, still stuck inside, but L’s back arched underneath him as a satisfying result.
“No,” L agreed, breathless, “This is about your inability to have a little control over yourself.”
Light growled, sound squeezed between clenched teeth.
“It’s alright, I’m sure you tried. It’s just so hard for an alpha—“
L’s body tensed on a shocked groan as Light pulled his cock, knot just barely soft enough now, from his hole. His body went taut with unreleased stress and then sagged into the mattress.
“You have bad habits,” L told the pillows. “I never took you to be so childish.”
“You shouldn’t have underestimated me.”
“What, underestimated your pettiness? I don’t think so— oh! ”
Light snapped his hips back into L’s wet hole. His cock was still hard from his recent orgasm, not giving it time to fade, but it was too sensitive, and his balls ached with twisting pleasure-pain that greeted his nerves. L writhed underneath him, back curved to press his ass against him and neck turned so he could breath mouthfuls of air without the suffocation of the pillows, and Light could hear every sigh and whimper that fell from his lips.
L enjoyed the primal urges just as much as he did. They played clever games with other detectives and criminal minds, but this was a part of them they didn’t allow themselves to give attention to. Light was held fast to his routines, his schedules that kept him putting one foot in front of the other headed towards a bright future and career. L focused his attention on the altruistic as a means of escape, a way to get what he wanted without breaking the mold. It was smothering, always doing the right thing, trying not to think about the things that felt good. Light spent far too much effort trying to do the right thing under the guidance of his family, his academic performance, his career plans, but this was beyond them. This was finally beyond every rule and restriction.
“I’m going to pump you full of puppies,” Light exhaled sharply, breath lost on a thrust. “Going to breed you until you can’t walk.”
Light bucked his hips forward, teeth bared in a smug smile. L whimpered, legs spread to stretch himself open. One of his hands gripped the pillow underneath his head to bear the weight of each thrust, and Light saw the other one fumbling between his legs for his cock, jerking rapidly out of time with the forward motion of Light’s hips like L was too desperate to spend energy on finesse.
“You know,” Light breathed into L’s ear. L’s dark gaze looked back from the corner of his eye, hair sweaty against his forehead. “My rut isn’t scheduled until the week after this assignment. I even took time off.”
L’s eyelashes fluttered, an unspoken acknowledgement for what had gone unsaid, but Light found the words coming to him anyway.
“I’m very careful,” He said softly, so close he nuzzled into L’s hair to breathe him in. “I can only imagine what might have caused such a slip.”
“Don’t,” L tried, broken by a gasp as Light slid back into him. “Lay this at my door. It was your choice to help me with my heat.”
There was provocation hidden under his words, and Light rose to the challenge. “I recall that it was me who suggested we separate for the time being. It was you who denied it.”
“And lose the progress we’d made on the case?” L asked as if Light was the one being unreasonable. “I don’t think so. I had faith in you.”
Light laughed, a low rumble in his chest that would’ve sounded like a warning if he wasn’t so fond of their game. “And I failed you?”
“You did your job perfectly.”
It was the closest he’d gotten to any acknowledgement of L’s intentions. It felt like a sudden swoop on a rollercoaster, losing air and a dizzy feeling in his stomach like a bird trying to escape. He had known, of course, but an admittance was carbonation in his veins, an excitable weakness filling him to the brim, and he pumped his cock into L before pushing harder, forcing his knot in with a shared groan and spilling inside him.
L spasmed underneath him, held in place by Light’s weight on top of him, and he moaned, finding his own release with Light’s knot inside him.
The silence was far less heavy than the last time. Their breaths filled the hush of the dark room until their pants turned even and relaxed. The fever from Light’s rut had receded, and with it some of his need, but he could feel it licking at the back of his mind like the receding tide, and he knew it was only a matter of a few minutes before it rose to overtake him again.
In its place, L’s words weighed in the front of his mind. It was not a matter of not knowing, Light had far grown accustomed to L’s quick-witted deceptions as if they had been one mind separated into two bodies and had finally found their way back to each other drawn over land and ocean by instinct. It was another thing for L to say it, for Light to no longer have to make the assumption. There had been very little between them that had ever been stated blatantly, the intensity of the case making it so only half-truths and guesses could be made, and even then he found that he and L were always on the same page, no matter how unsaid it was. Perhaps he had made the assumption—as he had become used to—that whatever lay between them would remain as unsaid as everything else. One mind split into two may find it meaningless to say it out loud even if it was a comfort to hear.
Light groaned softly. Already he could feel his rut pulling at his mind like the ocean against a shore turning his thoughts backwards, and he slid out of L as his knot softened, his cock growing hard against L’s back. The cool air on his wet skin made him shiver.
“So soon?” L asked with his usual flat voice, a familiar undertone of curiosity and coyness reaching Light’s ears.
“Too soon,” He mumbled, eyes sliding closed with exhaustion that still wasn’t strong enough to bring him back to sleep. He was always quick to recover during his ruts, and it made pleasure painful with sensitivity.
“I’ll blow you.”
“Huh?” Light made an ineloquent sound.
“I’m tired,” L said plainly with a tone that indicated no such exhaustion. He looked over his shoulder, dark eyelashes fanning against his cheeks when he blinked, and he reached behind himself to pull one of his asscheeks back and stretch his abused hole. “Give me a break. I’ll suck you off.”
Light’s face flushed at the obscene display. Cum slipped from his entrance down between his balls, and Light almost ignored L’s offer to shove himself back in and fuck himself stupid in the tight heat. But he stalled, and the opportunity went by without being taken advantage of.
L must’ve taken his silence as acceptance because he rolled over onto his back. The tilt of his hips invited Light’s gaze, and his soft cock, sticky with semen, brought another twinge of arousal through him.
L gestured with his hand, “Come here.”
He crawled forward following L’s gesture until his legs were spread wide over L’s head, and L was looking up at him through his lashes. His dark hair was disheveled and stark against the white sheets.
“I’ve never done this before,” He told Light. “You’ll have to do the work.”
His voice was always flat, but Light knew how to read the emotion buried underneath. There was a taunt beneath the simplicity, there always was. A demand that he meet the impossible, a whispering promise that L always expected to be let down as if the world was a disappointment, puzzles unfurling between his fingers and leaving no mystery behind to satisfy him. In every unspoken word was a challenge to rise to the bait, to satisfy his queries, to make the world just a little bit more interesting.
L’s foible was that he always wanted to be right. He could not be impressed by what the world had to offer if he was always right, but the desire for victory was perhaps stronger than his desire for the impossible.
He spoke like he knew what was going to happen, and though Light wanted to resist, impress him somehow, he was beaten down by his own desire and L’s demand.
Light had never done this before either. He let L take his hand and guide it into his hair, gripping it between his fingers. L leaned forward slightly and took Light’s cock in his mouth. Light’s grip immediately tightened as he groaned.
It took very little effort to coax his cock back into pleasure even with tingling overestimation, his rut and L’s hot mouth making it too easy. He rocked his hips forward carefully, wary of choking L but excited by the new experience. L’s lips were stretched wide around his cock, red and slick with spit, and one of his hands tugged at his balls.
“You look so,” Light said breathlessly. Where had all his words gone, he wondered. Just moments before, he had filled L’s ear with filth, and now he could barely gasp out a praise. “So good. Feels so perfect, so wet…”
L stared up at him, seemingly unimpressed at this attempt of dirty talk, and Light flushed, indignant. He thrusted into his mouth, and L choked, looking at him balefully. He rocked forward again against the gratifying resistance as L opened up for him. His tongue was warm and slick on the underside of his cock, working Light through the back and forth motion of his hips.
He pushed L’s head back with the firm grip he had in his hair, L forced to lean back into the pillows and look up at Light as he bucked into the welcome give of his mouth. L’s gaze was dark, and his lips tightened around his cock, his throat working to accommodate Light’s size.
“Fuck,” Light muttered, knot swelling up against the edge of L’s lips. “Gonna fill you up. You’ll take it, won’t you?”
He didn’t have to ask, he could read L’s mind like his eyes were a looking glass reflecting their own images back at each other as if they were the same person. Speaking it out loud was simply for their own satisfaction.
L’s eyes were shiny, but he didn’t spill any tears as he opened his throat to take him all the way in. Light held his gaze as he pumped into him, knot threatening his mouth, but he resisted, squeezing his knot tight between his own hand as he trembled with release. Cum shot from his cock, forcing down L’s throat and his eyelashes flickered but did not close, determined not to break their contact.
Light thrusted shallowly once more before leaning back to pull his cock out of L’s mouth with a soft pop. L’s cheeks were flush, sudden life in his usually pale features, his lips red with abuse and sticky with spit and cum. His tongue darted out to swipe over his mouth, and his lips tilted down in a noncommittal frown.
“It’s nothing like icing…”
“What—Why would it be anything like icing?” Light asked, crease forming between his brows at the absurd statement.
“Well, it looks kind of like it, the kind that comes on lemon cakes and muffins,” L said, as if this observation was at all reasonable and not completely baseless. “But it’s too salty.”
“Because it’s not icing,” Light wondered at how such a brilliant mind as L’s would infer something so unrealistic, but it was that same mind that had found reason to chain them together in the first place so perhaps it was not such an absurd thought for him.
“Maybe if you eat more icing it’ll taste more like it,” L told him with an upward tick of his mouth in the slightest of smiles. Light got the idea that L was leading him on a leash. “I might be persuaded to do it again.”
“Again?”
L shrugged against the pillows, his collarbone tensing with the motion, and Light tracked the sharp outline with his eyes. “If it’s you.”
“If it’s me,” Light echoed. He inched down the mattress until he was leaning over L, noses brushing and eyes meeting.
L held his gaze unflinching, and Light found that all his words had abandoned him. He had nothing clever at his disposal, only sudden and dull distress that he would rather surrender to the numbing effect of his rut, but the fever had left him again since his last orgasm, and instead he silenced himself by pressing his lips against L’s before pulling back.
L leaned forward, chasing Light’s retreat, and Light gave in easily, shifting downward to open his mouth against L and share in his warmth. It was slow, mind hazy with a low burning fire that was carefully tended with the slick press of their tongues against each other and lips soft and pliant.
Without words, Light could only think of the implications of L’s statement, phrased as a passing remark but held the weight of far more. He had made Light an exception, one that he was willing to repeat, but they were trapped in a locked room of their own design, shielded from the world outside. L was fickle, prone to bouts of depression and excitement with fantastic ideas; when the Kira case was finished, L would move on to another with the same readiness that he had approached this one in search of something worthy of his intrigue. Would he move on from Light too when he no longer found him interesting enough to spend time on?
Light’s hands found the curve of L’s ribs, his palms flat against him as he felt L’s chest expand and deflate with each breath, his heart beating beneath the cage. He sighed into his mouth, hands searching lazily, and sliding lower to rub his thumbs against his hip bones.
Memories called to Light through a thick fog like he was missing something, but his mind felt burdened instead of blessedly empty with their absence. Strings connected to the Kira case had been cut, something dark and determined that Light couldn’t find but seemed to have a place beside his insecurities; an ugly whisper inside him that urged him that if he only knew what he had lost L would never find him boring or disposable; he would be the center of his world.
L bit his lip, pulling back, and Light huffed a warning before L let go and kissed the pain. Light’s fingers dipped between L’s legs, fingers sliding easily passed his entrance, and L gasped softly into his mouth.
He hitched a leg over Light’s waist, inviting him closer without a word. L’s thin fingers danced languidly against Light’s spine, and Light pressed the tip of his cock against his entrance. Light wrapped a hand around L’s cock, and they moved together unhurried as if connected by invisible threads, sharing the same ideas and movement. The idea of losing L in his chase from case to case threatened Light’s integrity, like separating them would be pulling apart a soul that had only just found its other half.
Two bodies was too much for one mind.
Light drew back from L’s mouth and whispered kisses along his jaw and down the curve of his neck. L’s pulse beat against his lips as L tilted his neck for him, giving him access to his mortality in an intoxicating display of trust. L’s mouth ghosted against Light’s neck like a perfect copy of him, coming to stop at the bend of his shoulder where the muscle was still vulnerable.
Their breaths were uneven and humid against each others’ skin. L met each of Light’s thrusts with a cant of his hips, the slow, indulgent sound of skin against skin burning the fire bright in Light’s body. He opened his mouth as he felt L’s teeth against him, and they bit down together as one.
Pain blossomed and with it an unfamiliar feeling of warmth that bedded deep into his body until it met bone and marrow, burying itself in the darkest parts of himself, unreachable to anyone else. Light groaned, arousal striking him low in his belly and pulling heavy at his balls. Whatever uncertainty his foggy memories had conjured, they quelled under the bone deep ache of the mating bite, not gone but blissfully hidden for the moment.
Light licked at the blood that had gathered from the bite, dipping into the tender wound, and L whimpered. He went taut in Light’s grasp, his cock pulsing between his fingers and spilling between their stomachs. Light pressed his lips to the bite one last time before pushing himself over the edge, gasping against L’s skin as his knot held him firm inside.
L trembled around him, aftershocks of his orgasm forced out from Light’s knot until their breaths had slowed to breathe as one. It would be a long night, and morning would break with voiceless uncertainties, but for the moment Light felt secure in his victory.