Thanks for being here :) This story is going to switch view points between the two guys. Please let me know what you think! I will post later chapters regardless but I would still really like to know how everyone feels. And don't worry the lemony stuff will be here.
Disclaimer: Alpha does not own Death Note although she wished she did...
My Only Victory
Light POV
Victory feels sooo good, Light thought. He was sitting on the couch in the main from of HQ. Everyone was talking to Rem, except L who was examining the Death Note. Ah the Death Note, as soon as he had put his hands on it back in the helicopter last night all of his memories came back in a rush and he was able to kill Higuchi without L noticing, making it so he could keep his memories. He thought about the guy he had been when he didn't have it, believing that Kira was a criminal and wanting to bring him down, it was ridiculous and predictable of that naive boy he had been but that was all over now, and soon…so very soon, L was going to die. Light had won, outsmarted the man who was supposed to be the world's greatest detective and he was so excited for the moment when L's life would finally be extinguished he could hardly wait.
This great victory had him in a state of euphoria that he hadn't been able to figure out until last night when he went to bed, for once on his own since L hadn't had a choice be to take those damn handcuffs off. He hadn't been able to sleep…because he had been aroused just thinking about his accomplishment. It was strange, before the Death Note he had never really had anything that could get him so excited, sure he had had erections that needed to be taking care of before just like every other guy does. But they weren't caused by anything specific. He had always been too busy being the perfect son that he hadn't really ever thought about those kinds of things before.
Then after he got the Death Note that hadn't changed, he had to keep up with his perfect boy routine on top of punishing criminals, and later getting rid of that FBI agent and his fiancé, then he had to work around L, and ended up in solitary confinement before it was time to relinquish ownership of the Death Note. While he was here working on the case and temporarily back to his old self he had hardly had time to sleep and shared a bed with L, so he was thankful he had never been plagued with being turned on by just anything. Misa had tried, teasing him all the time trying to get a reaction. It hadn't worked.
But even now as he sat on the couch thinking about L's coming demise he felt himself begin to harden in his slacks. At first he thought about finally taking Misa like she'd been so annoying about. It had made sense, she was attractive and he was sure he would be able to find it pleasing. But when he thought about it wasn't right. He had been awake half the night trying to figure out what his damn body wanted. And it had hit him hard. His victory was over L, and he wanted nothing more than to find a way to rub that in the egotistical fuckers face. He wanted to fuck L…to dominate him one more time before his death. It would be so easy, he had noticed L's reactions to him, and the more he thought about it…it didn't really seem to bother him that he was planning on seducing a guy. The thought should have disgusted him, realizing that he could feel attracted to a guy even - if the initial reason was to dominate - but when he had realized that's what he wanted the sexual need had taken him and he had stroked himself to the thought of L begging beneath him.
It was so wrong and he wanted it more than anything. He looked at L from across the room. Light had never had sex before but, even if he was no good at it the first time, which was unlikely because he was good at everything, it wouldn't matter because he didn't care if L got off too, this wasn't going to be about sex, it was going to be about showing L how wrong he had been to challenge Kira. In a few hours everyone would go to bed and then he could make his move. The anticipation only made him crave it more.
L POV
L sat on his computer desk, still examining the Death Note. He wished he could try it out, but since he already knew it worked that would be wrong. But it was almost tempting to add Light Yagami's name under all of the others. He was still convinced that he hadn't been wrong about that boy this whole time, he was L, he was never wrong. But he was part of the justice system so he couldn't keep Light under constant surveillance anymore when everyone else was convinced of his innocence and he certainly couldn't kill him, using the Death Note or otherwise, he wasn't about to taint his name. But he knew he hadn't been wrong. And that was why he also knew that it was very likely that he was going to die within the next few days. Probably at the hands of this shinigami. Because if he was right, Light had somehow orchestrated this whole thing that meant that Rem was working with him for some reason. All of that was another reason he couldn't test the Death Note out on Light, if he was going to die soon he wanted to go where he was meant to go, and the Death Note said that Heaven and Hell were real and he was inclined to believe it, that didn't seem like a rule that would be faked…but those last two…
L sighed and put the Death Note down so he could grab another treat. No, one or both of those last rules were fake, and the shinigami would have had to have been the one to put them there. What he couldn't figure out was what did Light have to offer this death god? He turned his chair around to look at the team, still nibbling on an assortment of sweets. He saw Light staring at him from on the couch, keeping eye contact for a heartbeat before tactfully joining in the conversation everyone else was having. For what it was worth, L did admire Lights intelligence, not his whole crazy, superiority complex crowded brain no, but his planning and his ability to ensnare almost everyone around him to his benefit was remarkable. If only he hadn't been so corrupted by the Death Note and turned into a completely basket case…his talents could have been very useful and beneficial to more than just himself. And…L could have fallen very hard for him. He hadn't ever met someone that could match his own intellect, so when he did it was difficult not to want something to come of it even if the someone was a male. He had hoped against reason that Light wasn't Kira. He sighed Why did I have to be right…at least them I could attempt to form something, and if it was anyone else I would be safe from this damn Death Note.
L wasn't afraid to die soon, if that was his fate. But he did hate himself for this failure, as well he should because the one time it had to happen it was probably going to cost countless more people their lives. I knew that Near or Mellow…or even both of them together would be able to figure something out when the time was right. They had to, because god help this planet if they failed right alongside him. But he couldn't wallow in self-pity or go over the things he could have tried to do differently, he could only admit that he lost, and maybe that he deserved to die with all the people that were going to be killed because of it. He would feel a little bit better if he could manage to get a confession out of Light before it happened though, and that was selfish, he didn't deserve that kind of closure after letting the whole world down. Still, he thought, it would be nice…
Light kept glancing at him so he turned back around to pretend to be doing busywork. Lights subtle mocking was only going to piss him off and he didn't want to make a bigger fool of himself than he already had. So instead he munched on his treats and read through all the names in the Death Note. I guess there are worse ways to go…
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