No Death Own Note

I don't know why this went back to the top... I'm sorry. All I did was edit a little. sorry sorry sorry!

Read at own risk, written by an emotionally unstable woman.

may lead to heart palpitations, excess salvation, Intense rage over the author's bastardization of the written word, giant question marks over one's head, suicidal tendencies, and perversions of original series impression. Read on my pretties.

L/Light romance/... er... never mind just angst

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"If you don't let me sleep now I swear to god…" Raito left the rest unvoiced but punctuated his meaning by grasping the detectives shoulders and weakly slamming him into the carpeted floor.

"You swear to god Raito kun? I was under the impression that you did not believe in organized religion."

Light growled and stood quickly, ignoring the wave of dizziness from lack of sleep, and pulling cruelly on the cuffs that linked him to L.

The detective rose on his haunches but did not rise or allow the teen to continue forward. A sharp tug at the chain from L's side made the teen spin around to face the detective a look of utter rage on his face.

"I would very much like Raito kun to finish his sentiment. What would you swear to god?" Said the detective. Placing as much emphasis on the word god as his monotonous tone would allow.

Light clenched his fists; a dangerous look flitted through his eyes.

He pulled on the chain that connected them more viciously than L had done, and it caused the detective to stumble off his toes and on to his knees.

"L I'm very tired and I don't feel very well. You haven't slept in two days you must be tired too. I'm not like you, I function better only with a full night's rest. I can't be of any help to you in this state." Light tried to reason rubbing the pain from his temples.

"Raito kun thinks he is invaluable to this investigation, but I can assure you, he is not. There is no need for him to be in top shape." L finally stood and sauntered over to Light who backed away only slightly.

"I think that he is of more use to me, aesthetically." L's eyes roved over the teen's lissome frame. Light blushed furiously both with rage and embarrassment. L had been hinting to an attraction the last week or so, with seemingly inconspicuous caresses, and furtive glances. All of which brang color to the normally stoic teen's face.

L could only guess that there was an equal attraction there to arouse such a response from his captive. The thought excited him, and of course every detail would be explored and possible outcomes examined.

Suddenly Light pulled back his fist and struck the detective in the eye, Aiming to mar that smug face with a violent violet. Past experience with the two exchanging fisticuffs gave Light the forethought to follow the falling detective forward some so that he would not be pulled down with the detective.

At the moment that would be very inconvenient to Light's argument and virtue, for if he were to follow the detective down, the elder would most assuredly notice what his ambilent gaze to Light's body had done to his physiology and psyche, the evidence now beginning to show through the heavy fabric of his pants.

He turned away to end the interaction and hide his obvious problem. But L had already noticed and was quickly forming a plan. He sprang to his feet wrapping his arm around Light's front to sweep him back and off his feet but unexpectedly instead of L slamming the youth into the ground to knock the air from his lungs he lowered the boy to the ground slowly.

L knelt hunched over the boy staring into Light's reddening face for a moment. Light growled more at himself than L. What was wrong with him? He had never had a problem controlling his physical reactions before. Sure he had neglected his adolescent urges for far longer than he wanted, what with his detention and now L's close personal scrutiny.

But surely he had never had a problem when it came to blushing, especially in the face of an 'enemy'

"I wonder…" L placed his index finger to his lips, not before darting out his tongue to moisten them seductively. "What is the basis for Raito kun's arousal?" So the bastard had noticed. The detective's eyes once again wandered the teen's fidgeting body as a firm hand placed on his chest, pushed him down into the plush carpet.

"Is it perhaps just a fluke? After all He has neglected himself for several weeks now. I believe the last time he had attended to his urges was May fifth in the shower… or perhaps it was my attentions?" The hand on Lights chest moved as if L was only steadying himself but it only served to exacerbate his condition as the hand pulled rough fabric over the teen's now sensitive nipples.

Light tried to rise, but the detective pushed him down partially kneeling now on his arm that lay pinned in the small between L's ankles and shins.

"Or… Is it that Raito kun enjoys being restrained? Perhaps enjoying playing the part of victim? That does seem his forte…" the detective reached a hand down to lightly trace the seam of Light's jeans where they bulged. Light's head shot up at the touch and his face connected with L's head. His mouth was crushed, L's skull faired better than Light's now bleeding lip. The teen yelped, but he was thankful for the pain as it drew the blood out of where L's eyes where fixated.

"Fuck you, you bastard. Get off of me." Light ground out between clenched and bloody covered pearls. L pondered a moment more before straddling the young man's chest.

"I could show Light a much more enjoyable and less violent way to kiss if he wishes to do so." Light groaned. This was madness!

"Get the fuck off me!"

"I would gladly do so if Raito kun would only give me an answer to my previous question."

"You are a bastard." The swollen, crimson lips and tongue transfixed L's eyes as it attempted to stem the flow of blood. L shifted his weight lower down the teens abdomen, feeling now his partially erect manhood between the layers of cloth. He shifted experimentally and Light Squinted and let out a scintillating moan.

"Fuck you!" His mouth said but his face was contorted in pleasure. Something awoke in L and he vowed right then that he would see this face like that much more often, preferably mid-coitus. L shifted again neglecting his own erection but thrusting it on Light's abdomen to make his own excitement apparent.

Light's eyes flung open to stare bewildered at the detective atop him. The teen searched his eyes as if to verify that L truly was in a similar state to himself.

L found it endearing and a little sad watching the amazement on the teens face. He had expected the detective to be doing this out of spite, perhaps in malice? He wanted to scoop up the teen and assure him that his intentions weren't so cruel. But he didn't, He was sure the action would have made the teen too uncomfortable. And he wasn't sure himself if his intentions were cruel or not.

Instead he leaned over and slowly laved the swollen lip. Tasting the copper, and knowing it must hurt.

His lips caressed Light's own but there was no delving. Light's mouth too tender for such a step. When L leant back another moan escaped past secure confines. The teen bit his tongue. L watched the youth's face carefully, inspecting his partner and nemesis.

He was willing to do whatever it took to capture Kira. No matter the risk. And as he looked into the darkened and half lidded eyes. Seething rage just barely bubbling to the surface he knew that his heart had an 87 percent chance of becoming broken before this case was solved.

"I think it might be all of the above. Am I right?" Light was raggedly breathing and licking his bleeding lip furiously. He wanted so very much to be angry with the detective but it was fading and he found his resolve fast fading.

Light's head was light and he found he couldn't even focus on L's face. The situation began to fully sink in. L was sitting atop him grinding their denim-clad erections together. And the tension was more than he had ever felt before. His eyes sought out L's but wavered even though the detectives eyes where but a foot away from his face.

"Get off!" The noise left his mouth with such a tone that spoke of his wanton state instead of the actual words. L smirked as he realized the power he held over the teen. He shifted again and Light let out a strangled moan. He bit his lip unconsciously and yelped at his mistake. Tears welled in his eyes.

L was incredibly turned on, but he rose to his feet nonetheless. They needed some ice for Light's lip and L's eye. As soon as L was off of the writhing teen, Light shot to his feet and ran to the bathroom. L watched in indifference as the bathroom door slammed, the teen careful of the chain placing it in the notch that had been carved to allow at least the illusion of privacy. He reached for the phone and contacted Watari for the ice. He placed the order. And reached onto the bed for his notebook.

The screen displayed the list of cameras positioned around the compound. L shamelessly clicked on the one for the adjoining bathroom.

It depicted Light hunched over, his back to the door. He was curled up protectively around himself. With his head in his hands. L chuckled lightly. He watched Light rise to his feet and approach the mirror to inspect his lip. He dabbed at it with a wet washcloth and flinched. L called out from his position on the floor next to the door.

"Watari is bringing some ice." Light spins around instantly searching the upper corners of the room for the camera. He found it placed conveniently above the shower pointed down to the glass cubicle and the rest of the bathroom.

With grinding teeth and tight lips he readies himself for bed and exits the bathroom. He does not dare to meet L's eyes He climbs beneath the covers and squeezes his eyes shut. Wishing his situation and erection away. But L will not allow Light a peaceful rest. Having one so sleep deprived is the best way to get information out of almost anyone.

He will continue on with his typing and he will have Watari bring in various amusements and sweets to periodically waken the teen. Light will crack soon. Be it one way or another. The dominos are starting to tip, and they are in L's favor.