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Being chained together by the wrist has its ups and downs.
It's been about 4 days since L decided this was the best course of action, and the sheer size of the headquarters means that lack of space isn't necessarily the problem. it's the physical restraint that throws a monkey wrench into the works.
Light grunts, swinging his leg over to the side in an attempt to get comfortable. The suite L had chosen for them is gigantic with a bed to match, king sized and perfectly plush with sheets that are always freshly laundered. It's the best case scenario, really. Light has nothing to complain about, but that's never stopped him before.
If the jingling of his shackle wasn't enough to keep him awake, the shitty audio crackling out from L's laptop speaker is doing the trick. He holds his pillow over his ears in a vain attempt to muffle out the noise, to no avail.
"Is something wrong, Light?" L rumbles, his eyelids heavy and his voice quiet.
The sheets rustle as Light moves to shoot a look over his shoulder at L, eyes narrowed. "I know it's for the best, but since you decided this is what we have to do to prove my innocence I haven't gotten a wink of sleep. Sharing a bed is bad enough, but on top of that you can't even have the decency to shut off your computer at a reasonable hour? It's rude, Ryuzaki."
L isn't fazed by Light's attitude. Not very fair to grill him about being aggressive when he's sleep deprived.
"My apologies, but you're welcome to come watch with me. I think you'll really find it quite relaxing if you just give it a chance" L suggests plainly, the artificial glow of his computer screen gently illuminating his face and making his dull gray eyes shimmer.
Light complies in a huff, might as well. He sits up and scoots over, just close enough to peer skeptically over L's shoulder.
Unbelievable.
Playing on L's computer screen is a cooking video, more specifically a tutorial on how to make some fancy lemon cheesecake. It's clearly supposed to be something that's aesthetically pleasing and easy to listen to, but L's speaker quality is frying it to the point where the audio is unbearable.
"Are you serious? Here I was thinking that you were at least doing some kind of research on the case, but you're up watching baking asmr? Don't you feel like there are better ways you could be spending your time?" Light sputters, exasperated. L just mouths at his thumb, chipping away at his thin layer of black nail polish. Unblinking. Unbothered.
"You're too hasty, Light. Leisure is important to keep your mind sharp. Besides, I'm allowed to have interests outside of criminal justice, right?" L murmurs, his tone playful, teasing Light through his teeth.
Needless to say, the nonchalant nature of L's response frustrates Light to no end. Who does he think he is, keeping him up so late with something so trivial? All the more reason to murk him as soon as the time is right.
Light scoffs, jerking his body back to his side of the bed rather aggressively and taking most of the comforter.
Unfortunately, L comes with.
The laptop clatters to the floor and the chain strains as L is yanked out of his nest of pillows that he had so meticulously created for himself. Both parties groan in frustration.
By the time Light looks back over at L he's doubled over on his ass, rubbing the back of his head with a pout on his lips after being snatched right out of his spot. Light scowls, entirely too exhausted for this. He slinks back under the covers in a huff, both of them begrudgingly careful about the chain this time as L reluctantly slides off the bed to pick up his laptop.
Onee they've gotten situated back into their respective sides of the bed, L pipes up again.
"You know Light, this whole arrangement would be a lot easier on both of us if we worked with it rather than against it."
Light furrows his eyebrows.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I mean you should just come closer instead of tossing and turning all night and frustrating yourself with that chain. It's not doing you any good, and it's not like anyone's watching on the cameras right now. The rest of the task force have been asleep for hours."
Light is defeated. He's right.
"Fine, but don't tell Misa. I'll never hear the end of it" Light grumbles, stiffly shimmying over to L's side. He keeps his hands folded on his lap, his shoulders squared and his legs crossed.
"I know" L sighs, mindlessly scrolling through his recommended feed on the recovered laptop. He brings a thumb back to his lips and lets his body go limp, his head making a quiet thud against Light's shoulder. Light flinches.
A quiet hum escapes L, his eyelashes fluttering as he picks out a new video to watch. Slouching against Light when he has such perfect posture isn't proving to be very comfortable.
"You're very averse to human contact, Light."
This fucking guy. He just doesn't stop.
Light bites his tongue, what is he even supposed to say to that? This could all be some kind of ploy, if L is reasonably suspicious that he's a mass murderer and he can't even spare a friendly touch, how does that look for him? Not so good. Damn him. Guess he'll have to loosen up a little.
"Sorry, just... Tense. Lack of sleep" Light fumbles, awkwardly shifting down and snaking an arm around L's shoulders. It's almost pathetic how bad Light is at cuddling, but the position is somehow still pretty comfortable for the both of them. L hums under his breath, absentmindedly fitting his head into the crook of Light's neck. L takes a second to close his eyes, inhaling Light like a breath of fresh air. He smells like expensive cologne and overcompensation.
Speaking of overcompensation, Light has found it necessary to make it abundantly clear that he is in fact, a normal guy who is very normal about physical touch. L doesn't stop him, he's curious to see where this is going.
The two of them end up curled up in their king size bed, their body heat combining under the downy comforter and making for—admittedly—a much more comfortable sleeping arrangement than whatever was going on before. Every soft touch and affectionate advance that Light makes feels like he's pulling teeth as he spends the first few moments of this trying to pretend it's difficult. After all, this situation as a whole takes "Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer" to another level. Light glowers down at L, resenting the calmness in his face so deeply that it makes him sick. L and his incredible intellect and his handsome face and shockingly good-smelling hair that looks so, so soft right now.
As Light zones out in his concentration to keep L convinced that this is a normal situation for him and that he isn't uncomfortable at all, his hand that was previously combing through L's hair and rubbing circles on his back is now sliding lower and lower. He hardly notices the shiver that escapes L when his hand glides past his waist. Suddenly, Light's hand is cupping L's ass and he doesn't seem to be aware of how far his hand has gone.
L looks quizzically up at light, observing his face.
"Light?"
"Yeah?"
"You're sweating."
Light feels his heart stop. For a different reason than usual, that is. Not out of the typical fear of being found out, just embarrassment over the fact that cuddling with another boy like this has him sweating bullets. He must look like such a freak right now.
Light tries to save it, dragging his sweaty palm back up L's spine and firmly planting it on his waist. Smooth.
L stops him, gently laying a cold hand over his wrist.
"Hey, it's fine. I don't mind. Really, you can touch me wherever." He reassures, which only makes Light feel more pathetic. Light swallows, letting the silence hang in the air for a moment. And another.
This is all going way too far out of Light's comfort zone, alarm bells sounding in his head with every warm breath that ghosts past L's pale lips and onto his collarbone. What if the rest of task force really is watching them? He shouldn't be indulging any of this. Maybe he should just reel it in...
Before Light can react, L has hopped up onto his lap and is now sat on his lap in a comfortable straddle. L is looking down at him with that blank stare, knowing yet non-judgemental. More curious than anything.
"Here" he whispers, taking Light by the wrist. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut as lithe fingers pull Light's hand past L's knee, up his thigh, to his hip... Just his hip. L blinks, threading their fingers together.
Clink.
The sound brings Light back to his senses, his eyes darting to the point of contact. Their shackles are touching, the cold steel making it difficult to enjoy the moment. Light kicks himself.
This chain. This chain with the one purpose to keep the two of them from leaving each other alone. Barely even necessary. Seems that L doesn't need a chain to keep Light wrapped around his finger.
This whole display is utterly humiliating for Light.
"What are you so embarrassed for? Do I have to promise you again that nobody's watching?"
"I know, it's just.. the principle." Light huffs.
Before Light can move his hands off or turn his head away, L is cupping his chin and tilting his face up to meet his gaze
He's drawing closer and closer. His breath shallow and his eyelids lowered. Light is hit by the realization of what's about to go down, but something inside him wants it to happen.
L doesn't say anything, he doesn't call him handsome, he doesn't smile, but the warmth in his blank stare says everything Light needs to know. Before Light can collect himself, L closes the gap.
He does it like it's normal, moving his lips gently against Light's as his hands rest on the other's shoulders. He sighs into it so naturally, like this is just what everything has been leading up to. Something about the tenderness of it all makes Light's stomach turn. This isn't the way it's supposed to go, but his hands are on L's hips and he's kissing back.
When they pull away for air, Light notices the way L is sat. He's hunching over to meet Light's face, keeping his distance as if to give Light space to push him off. Light furrows his eyebrows and swallows his pride, gently pulling L's ass onto his crotch. Much better. That should be much less uncomfortable.
"Thank you" L mumbles, taking the opportunity to snake his arms around Light's neck.
God, Light can't believe himself. Here he is, he has L in possibly the most vulnerable position he could be in and every time he's given the opportunity to make him suffer he does the opposite. Light is revolted by how soft he's gotten, and every little pleased shiver and shaky sigh that comes out of L is proof of his weakness. He decides to cope by giving his sworn enemy's plush thighs a good squeeze. That'll really show him.
L slips his tongue into Light's mouth, just to get closer to him. L can feel Light's heartbeat through his shirt as he nibbles his lower lip, the searing heat of his body making L's head spin. His hands find their way into Light's hair. Light visibly cringes.
Light still has his hands planted firmly on L's hips, a scowl painting his face once more as soon as L pulls away to catch his breath. Feeling L's cheek against the crook of his neck is enough to get him thinking about the rest of his skin. The rest of his skin, god, he needs to feel more skin. He slips his hands easily under L's shirt, clasping onto his hipbones and pressing his thumbs into the his belly. For the first time tonight he feels like he's in charge.
L pulls away and makes eye contact again, this time by accident but with much redder cheeks and much more swollen lips than before.
"Are you ok?" Light asks, watching as his partner sits heaving and needy on his lap.
"Fine" L murmurs. This kind of reply would be taken as aloof or uninterested by anyone else, but Light knows him better than that. It's embarrassing how well he knows L by now, from the amount of sugars he likes in his tea to the precise time he wakes up in the morning and now the exact spot on his lower back that makes him shiver when you touch it just right.
"Good" Light mouths, his eyes hanging on the spot where his hands are resting. He gingerly starts to rock L's hips back and forth over his, waiting for his approval to grind into him. Barely a moment passes before L is rocking his hips on his own, chasing the friction Light is so generously offering.
"Please keep that up" L gasps, his head going limp on his shoulder as he pants. This is perfect. Just the right amount of force, for a moment he feels himself melting into someone else's touch. All his tension over how to feel about Light Yagami melts away. Right now all that matters is that he has a warm lap, warm hands and oh god it feels so good when Light runs those warm hands through his tousled black hair.
He lets slip a soft whine, his hips jerking to meet every rolling thrust. Light is completely lost in it now. He has his hand tangled deep in L's hair, keeping his jaw tilted up to get a nice view of his throat. Everything about L is so pretty and pale and almost delicate.
His shirt falls off his shoulder just enough to expose more of that soft porcelain skin and all of a sudden he looks so, so appetizing. Light could just sink his teeth into L's jugular and kill him right here, right now and probably fuck him also but he's not sure he's ready to deal with that kind of baggage. The thought of L bouncing on his dick, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands balled up into fists has Light straining through his boxers. Nobody can ever know how bad he wants to fuck this boy.
L closes his eyes and lets Light drag his hips back and forth over and and over against his stiffening bulge, feeling himself get closer and closer to release. The faster Light grinds into him the more clear it becomes that his intention is to make L cum in his pants.
The temperature in the bed goes up by at least a few degrees by the time they're both close, bodies arching into each other's heat as tension melts away into lust. L can feel that coil building up in his stomach and all of a sudden Light is clutching him in close, kissing his neck and incoherently babbling about how pretty he is.
"Does this feel good? You like it when I do this to you, Ryuzaki? Am I making you feel good?" Light stammers, poorly hiding the way he's stroking his own ego.
In a way L finds it cute, when he pretends that all of it is genuine. It's like Light is his little puppy, eager to please and serve. That would be nice, wouldn't it?
L just nods weakly and allows himself to be manhandled.
One last guttural whine from L and Light is gone, desperately fucking against L's clothed sex until he's completely spent.
Once L follows behind it's another brief mess of sloppy too-wet kisses and pulled hair before they've both calmed down. Soon they're back under the covers, hand in hand with the characteristic scowl having returned to Light's face. the chain is now nothing more than an afterthought and L is having his hair played with as he snores on Light's chest.
Better luck next time.