Revenge Is Best Served With Icing

Summery:

Light, irritated with L's constant sugar consumption, Light trips Matsuda while he's bringing L his daily cake—his last cake in the hotel because Watari is sick. And now L plans to take his revenge, with the help of a tube of icing. L x Light Twoshot.

Warning:

Lemon, Bondage (in second chap). Yaoi (boy on boy smex). Hints of onesided: Matsuda/Light.

Disclaimer:

I don't own Death Note.

Chapter One

Light glared at L, who sat in his usual unusual position, eating a piece of strawberry cake with too much strawberry sauce.

"Matsuda, get me another piece of cake."

L commanded, ignoring Light's glares and choosing instead to stare mournfully at the now empty plate that sat in front of him. Matsuda squeaked slightly, obviously having been day-dreaming before getting up and leaving when L shoot him a 'move it or I kill you glare' in his direction. Light glowered angrily, becoming more and more fed up the detective's daily sugar consumption.

An idea slowly bloomed inside him, making him resit the urge to smirk victoriously. He stood up when he spotted Matsuda struggling to carry the too big cake, obviously not wanting to have to make the trip up and down the stairs to the kitchen each time L would demand another piece. He smiled warmly at Matsuda, holding back a grin when the brunette blushed.

"Here, let me help you with that."

He offered, holding one side of the enormous cake. Matsuda stumbled across his words before smiling his blush darkening lightly.

"Thanks Light-kun."

Light nodded, keeping the warm smile firmly in place so that the malice wouldn't show through. They took a step forward before Light pretended to stumble and than trip, taking Matsuda and the cake with him. The cake fell straight forward, landing in front of a stricken looking L. Matsuda immediately apologized to Light, thinking it was his fault the normally composed brunette tripped.

"Ah! Light-kun, I'm sorry! I didn't mean-I mean I didn't want to-I mean I'm sorry!"

Matsuda gasped, stumbling over his words. Light winced slightly, having landed on his hands and knees, though smiling when Matsuda hauled him up with a slightly panicked sheepish look.

"It's fine Matsuda."

He smiled making Matsuda blush again. He turned around only to find himself inch from inch with a seething L. L glared at the brunette accusingly, while Light just looked at the seething raven in confusion while inwardly cheering.

"I apologize, Ryuuzaki."

He smiled sheepishly. L didn't but it though, his glare hardened and he steeped closer so their noses where touching.

"You did that on purpose."

He accused. Light frowned at the raven, looking half confused half insulted.

"Don't be so paranoid, L , it was an accident."

"No. Everything points out to you having it out for my cake. You were glaring at me the whole time I ate, and you normally don't offer to help Matsuda when makes trips to the kitchen, and than the first time that you do--while holding the last sweet in the hotel—you just so happen to trip? It all points out that you were trying to murder my cake. Which raises the probability of you being Kira rise another 4 percent."

Light glared at L, infuriated that he raised the percentage over something so stupid as him 'murdering' his cake. L glared right back.

"Bastard! How does my accidentally smashing your cake lead to you thinking I'm Kira!?"

He demanded angrily. L gave him a look like it was obvious.

"Because you killed my cake so that I would get upset, and only Kira would do something so evil."

"It was a cake! It wasn't alive so how could it have died!?"

"Arguing will only raise your percentage of being Kira, Light-kun."

"Bastard!"

Icing and Strawberries.

They sat there innocently, staring back at him just begging to be eaten. The only sweets left in the entire hotel until Watari became unsick. Which could be days, weeks.

All without sweets.

L could feel his eyes twitch as he inwardly cursed Light. Light who would look so delicious covered in icing...

...icing that was siting so innocently in front of him.

Well, this was all the brunette's fault that he would go days, maybe weeks with out sugar. The least he could do was help him survive that long. Right?

He smirked, eying the vanilla icing victoriously.

Right. And besides, he'd always wondered if the gorgeous brunette tastes as sweet as he lookes. And now he finally had a chance to find out.

And what kind of person would turn that down?

T.B.C.

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