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As expected, Light lasted all of three minutes before he pushed back his chair and slid underneath the table, where he knelt down and placed his chin on the seat between L's legs. L looked down at him mid-bite and was met with annoyingly seductive eyes, which seemed convinced of their success.
“I'm not that easy,” L said and returned his attention to the – admittedly small – rest of his food.
A disappointed little noise was his only reply, however Light didn't move from his spot and L decided to at least put him to use. Placing both naked feet on Light's shoulders, L leaned back in his chair and lifted his bowl to his lips. It was much more comfortable like this and he dug his heels into the space above Light's collarbones for better stability.
After a final sip of broth, the bowl was empty and L placed it on the table, before staring at his boyfriend questioningly. Pleading eyes looked back, yet Light remained silent and unmoving.
A wonderful idea occurred to L and he ran a hand through Light's hair. “Carry me to the couch, please.”
Light's face lit up and he got to his feet slowly, so L could wrap his arms and legs around him, while Light supported his weight with a firm grip on his ass. Once he was securely perched on the surprisingly nice couch, L gestured towards the suitcases still standing next to the front door.
“Now bring me the Death Note and my phone.”
Despite the thin air of confusion settling over Light's features, he went to fetch the desired object without protest and returned after two minutes of rummaging. L took it from him and pointed at the carpet.
“Kneel. Eyes on me.”
The confusion on Light's face intensified and he opened his mouth to say something, but he closed it when L tilted his head to the side and raised an eyebrow. After a moment of hesitation, Light took his place on the floor. Without another glance at him, L opened the notebook and unlocked his phone to do some research.
While he wasn't keen on ending people's lives, he had committed himself to the cause and he told himself that the criminals he picked were better off dead anyway. And no matter which way he looked at it, this was too good an opportunity to tease Light; one which he simply couldn't pass up.
Besides, these people had done terrible things. Things that some might deem as unforgivable, which meant they wouldn't be missed. Of course that didn't make it much better, however it helped to think about it that way.
For a while he focussed solely on the task at hand, simply scrolling through news articles and bringing ink to paper. It was oddly calming to lose himself to the rhythm, but eventually he became aware of the amount of people he had just killed, and he closed the Death Note abruptly.
Fortunately Light's eyes were still trained on him, filled with an annoyed sort of longing and it satisfied him. Leaning back against the couch, L dropped his knees apart and frowned at his beautiful Dikaiosyne.
“Do you remember that night you decided to play top?”
A stupidly dreamy grin appeared on Light's face, before he nodded.
“I won't deny that it felt good.” L narrowed his eyes. “However, that night was the final push that led me to becoming a murderer. It made me lose.” Slowly but surely, Light's expression changed into one of concern, while L's voice became disgustingly gentle as he said: “Would you like to know what that means for you?”
Very slowly, Light nodded.
L regarded him with a thoughtful look. “I'm sure you would.” With a sigh, he continued: “But I think that would be too easy.” He gripped Light's chin and stared at him without blinking. “For now, there is only one rule: Do not touch the Death Note.”
An appalled scowl appeared on Light's face and he clenched his jaw several times, before he began: “But-”
“No,” L said.
“But it's-” Light tried.
“No,” L repeated, a warning in his voice.
“It's mine,” Light snapped and made a move for the notebook, but was immediately stopped by L.
Using the momentum, L thwacked him over the head with it and grabbed his hair to immobilize him. “It's mine, too,” L said calmly. “You made it so.”
For a few seconds, Light stared back defiantly, until his gaze shifted to the side and he lowered his head.
When he was certain that Light would obey, L softened his grip and placed the Death Note on the armrest. “Good.” Tugging on a strand of Light's hair, he asked: “Would you like to watch the news with me?”
Albeit reluctantly, Light nodded, but made no move to get up, which L thought was a beautiful sight and he was tempted to leave him down there. However that wouldn't be quite the right atmosphere and he decided to pat the sofa on the other side of the Death Note. “Join me,” he said gently and picked up the remote.
It took a moment before Light let out a breath and clambered onto the sofa, pulling his knees to his chest to undoubtedly hide the pout on his face. After a few moments more, he grumbled: “Am I allowed to talk again?”
“Yes, Darling.”
“Great, thanks,” he muttered, yet he remained silent for the remainder of the evening.
Every so often, he turned his head slightly to eye the Death Note, which L had cleverly placed inside his field of view. To L's pride, he managed to keep his hands to himself and mostly kept his focus on the TV.
Even here in England, they were still talking about 'The day Kira won', as they called it and if L hadn't been fluent in reading Light, he would have missed the pleased smirk hidden in his eyes.
Unfortunately it wasn't time to strike yet, despite the urge to spring into action burning beneath L's fingertips. He had to spend a few minutes to compose himself and to remember that it was getting late and he was – to his disappointment – deeply exhausted from their journey. Evidently the few hours of sleep he had gotten this afternoon had been nowhere near enough.
When he returned his attention to his surroundings, the news had already ended and Light was staring at him quizzically.
“We should go to bed,” he explained. As the words left his mouth, he could almost feel the shadows underneath his eyes and he became intensely aware of his aching body.
Light turned towards L and broke his silence in order to ask: “Do you need me to carry you?”
Having been discovered, L gave a sigh and shook his head. “I can walk.” He grimaced for a split second. “I think.”
Although his eyebrows were raised in doubt, Light stood up and stepped next to the armrest on L's side to offer his arm, but not before squinting at the Death Note with a mixture of longing and disdain. “I'll help you,” he said with a noticeably measured voice.
Amused by the quite adorable display of self-restraint, L got to his feet and graciously accepted the offer. “Thanks, darling.” He picked up the notebook with his free hand and began walking, while ignoring the pain pulsing through his legs.
Or at least he tried to, but once they had made a pit-stop in the bathroom, he was channelling most of his weight into Light's arm, just to stay upright. To his relief, Light didn't comment on it and led him to the bed, where he swiftly pulled back the blanket, before guiding L to sit down.
“I'm not happy,” Light informed him without making eye-contact, “but I'm still here for you.”
A warm feeling expanded in L's chest and he pulled his Kira down by the shirt to steal a slow kiss. “I know,” he said when they broke apart and was delighted to find Light looking directly at him. “I love you.”
A smile flashed over Light's face and he placed another kiss on L's forehead before he replied: “I love you, too.”