In which Light is a class genius and L is a hopeless romantic/bullied. L saved by Light from bullies. L knows capoeira but doesn't use it.

Soooooooooooo I have not written in FOREVER. Blegh. Anyhow, this is an AU story of L and Light in high school (done to death, I know…but DEAL). Light is not Kira and L is not a detective…also, L is pretty obsessive here. Anyhow, without further ado, enjoy! :D

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Light Light Light.

This mantra had been repeated continuously in L's mind ever since he first laid eyes on the beautiful brunette and consumed his thoughts as sweet confectionery once did (not that L didn't still delight in the hourly dose of sugar). It was torturous to have to sit in the same classroom as the popular Light Yagami without being able to smell him, run his hands through that silken hair, or taste that sweet smooth-talking tongue of his. No, newly transferred high school student L Lawliet didn't even have the privilege to speak with the most sought-after man in the entire region. Needless to say, engaging in any romantic or sexual activity with the said boy was out of the question.

L heaved a heavy and quite audible sigh in the middle of his advanced calculus class, announcing, quite obviously, to the room that he had let his mind wander again and was not paying even an inkling of attention. The teacher in the front of the room grimaced but moved on after a slight pause, as he had long since gotten used to this behavior. With his knees drawn up to his chest in his seat, L's idle hand now reached for a pencil and began to doodle the familiar outlines of a certain brunette in his notebook, which, of course, was completely devoid of any real notes. He was tied with Light as the top in their class after all, but whereas Light was the picture of perfection, L was a messy slob—someone who Light wouldn't even spare a second glance to. The soft features began to take shape on L's paper as he snuck sidelong glances at the object of his affections, who, at the moment, was staring out the window. God, how L loved it when Light did that. His eyes always seem to lose the harsh edge to them, noticeable only to L as the brunette's nearly perfect façade of friendliness blinded everyone else.

The doodle now finished, L closed his notebook just as the last bell rang, signaling the end of school. He was very secretive with his hobby, of course. If anyone else discovers the fact that L already had two entirely full Light-centric notebooks of doodles, odes, and diary entries, and is now working on a third one, he would never be able to live it down. Slowly getting to his feet, L packed his backpack and shuffled his way out of the room and to the fields around the tennis court, knowing all too well that Light will be there for tennis club as usual. He didn't even need to look at the page in his notebook that had Light's schedule scrawled on it (first notebook, page 12) in order to know this crucial information, for he had long since memorized it. L took a seat on a slight rise on the grass behind the many other people who have gathered to watch the game and withdrew his notebook again. He eyed the display of curves that the tight tennis shorts made obvious as Light walked onto the court and, already, felt himself getting excited. Pencil touched paper as he traced the beautiful toned body made available to him whenever Light jumped for the ball, causing his shirt to lift. Hungry eyes drank all this in, not letting any detail, however insignificant, escape. If only he could touch that…if only he could claim that body and mind as his, his life would be absolutely perfect.

"Ah…Light!" depraved cries rang through the room as L's body was ravaged both by the hungry gaze and fingers from his subject of fantasies.

Light was squinting his eyes due to the bright sunlight streaming down, but L could see that he was ignoring it. Mere sunlight wasn't going to make Light lose a tennis match. His pride was too great, after all.

"Yes L?" was the smooth purr of a reply as a slender finger prodded his tight entrance before slowly slipping in. The first finger was soon joined by another, and then a third as Light stretched the writhing boy underneath him. Fierce, half-lidded eyes focused for a second on L's face before lowering onto the other's chest. This action was followed by Light giving L's already hard nipples a teasing lick before that luscious tongue swirled around the nub like it was the most exotic form of candy. The boy's other hand descended and fingers brushed gently against the tip of L's member.

The brunette wrapped his hands around his tennis racket and gave several experimental swings. His eyes were set in determination.

L arched his back as his eyes begged the boy currently dominating him for more. It worked, and Light wrapped his palm tightly around L's throbbing member and gave several firm pumps. Those ever observant black orbs squeezed shut in pleasure as soft, uncontrollable gasps escaped from L's lips.

Light dove for the ball from his opponent, sending it crashing back to the other side easily. Seemingly with no extra effort, he swiftly navigated himself to the other side of the court where the ball was headed this time and hit it again. The straining muscles in his legs were the only signs that this was a workout for him at all.

Those slender fingers withdrew and L moaned in disappointment. This did not last long, however, as Light pulled the other's legs onto his shoulders and positioned himself at the entrance. Slowly, he slipped himself in as L squeezed his eyes shut and gasped at the sudden pain. His limbs trembled and he noticed Light's leg muscle tense as the brunette fought against the urge to simply pound into the other.

The crowd cheered as Light scored yet again and ended the game with him as the winner—the usual outcome. The loud decibel of noise brought L back down to earth and his eyes wandered down to the picture he had been drawing. Somehow, it no longer depicted Light playing tennis but had rapidly advanced to something much raunchier. L's eyes shined briefly with amusement as he gazed at the perfect depiction of him and Light together, pre-coital. One thing is for certain: he's going to have interesting dreams again tonight.

TBC

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