When he woke up the next day – without feeling the comforting warmth of Light's body next to him – he heard Light talking to Mikami through the bars, but not many words were discernable. The only words he caught were 'in an hour' 'lunch' and 'strong'. He tried to piece those three completely different things together in a way which made sense, but all he could come up with was that lunch would be served in an hour and the tea would have to be strong. Which was definitely not something Light would have summoned Mikami for.

Before he could think about it further the brunette sent his assistant away and brought him his morning tea. Once again with the desired amount of sugar in it. Light must seriously be planning something, he never did something similar to this without commenting on the amount of sugar the detective devoured daily.

'Lunch will be ready in an hour,' Light told him. 'You slept so long that it's useless to eat breakfast now.' He chuckled, but that only made L nervous. There was something in that sound that made him wary.

'That hour better be over soon. I'm starving. Will there be cake?'

'Yes, there will be cake. And how do you plan on making that hour go faster?' Oh, he was so not imagining that Light was implying something with that question. However, he was in no mood to deny both of them what they were craving for (sometimes the detective knew so well what Light wanted they nearly seemed telepathically linked) and kissed him.

The hour went surprisingly quick and before any of them even thought ten minutes had passed a servant was already in front of the cell, carrying a tray full of their lunch. L remembered the conversation from earlier and barely surpressed a shudder. This lunch was bad. He shouldn't touch it, but he knew Light would make him if he didn't. So when Light offered him the cake – which was strawberry, his favourite – he reluctantly accepted it.

'Well, aren't you going to eat?' the brunette asked, when all L had done so far was stare at the plate and he was already halfway through his sandwich. 'You told me yourself that you were hungry, so eat!'

Light seemed too cheerful but L took a small bite anyway. Like stated before, he didn't have a choice. There didn't seem to be anything wrong with the cake so he took another bite, and then steadily ate his way through the rather big slice in front of him.

Only when his mind started to become fuzzy and his eyelids drooped did he realise that yes, Light had ordered someone to put something in his cake. Moments before he passed out completely he saw Light bend over him, an apologetic look in his eyes.

'I'm sorry, L… But it's the only way.'

He kissed the detective on the forehead and L fell into darkness.

When he woke up again – much to his surprise because he'd thought that Light had killed him – he was rather annoyed by the fact that he couldn't move his arms. They seemed to be bound to something…

'Oh, good, you're awake. You got me worried for a second there, I thought Mikami had overdosed you. However, if he had done so I wouldn't have given him a merciful death with the Note but I woud have ordered to have him tortured to death.'

L was in no mood to open his eyes and see what was happening to him for real. He could take a wild guess, though. Light had realized that he couldn't be convinced and had taken matters in his own hands. Most likely he was now in Light's office, wherever that may be, and he was tied to a chair. To test his theory, he tried to move his arms again, but found that they were restrained by a thick chain.

'L? Open your eyes, okay? I need to know if you're alright.'

Light did sound genuinely worried about him… But L remembered how well the brunette had been in faking his feelings. Probably he wanted to have him right here, right now, because that Light loved him in some way was pretty obvious now.

He was shaken lightly, and decided to open his eyes so he might be able to find a way out of here. There had only been one place where he hadn't managed to escape from and that had been his previous cell. Oh, just great, so he really was never going to get away. He sighed in despair and slumped in his chair, the will to fight almost crushed.

'Mikami didn't put too much in there?' Light worried, while checking L for signs of OD. 'No, I think he feared my wrath. He's a good minion.'

'Light, what is this?' L wanted confirming. Had he figured it out correctly? He wasn't sure with the drugs still going around in his brain.

'Well, I had to have you with me somehow…' Wait, did Light seem nervous? Since when was the big God of the new world nervous?

'So you decided to transfer me from my cell to a place where you could more easily be with me?' L murmured. 'I can't believe you, Light. To think that I loved you…'

He heard, rather than saw, Light suddenly hurrying to him.

'You loved me? So you don't anymore?' he asked, while he squatted down in front of L's legs. 'Isn't there any way I can make you love me again?'

'No. Not now I know for sure that you are Kira. That will always stand between us.' L couldn't surpress a shudder when he saw the way Light looked at him. He could see the transition from Light to Kira taking place, and he was afraid of what would happen next.

'So me being Kira is the only thing withholding you from forming a relationship with me? But without me being Kira, we wouldn't even have met. It also has its good sides, you know.'

When L looked away Light forced him to look him in the eyes by keeping a tight grip on his chin. That was sure to leave bruises, the detective thought as he stared in the brown eyes he knew so well and wanted to get lost in forever.

'But it doesn't matter now, does it? You're mine. There's no way you can get away from here, so I can do whatever I want to with you. Kira always gets what he wants, L Lawliet.'

Oh no, where had Light heard his name? This was panic time. But still, Light wouldn't kill him. Not even Light as Kira would. So he might be safe… But what good was it being safe if he was stuck here?

'You know my name?' he remarked coolly. 'Then why didn't you kill me when you have the chance?'

'Because I love you, is that so hard to understand?'

Light stood up, sat down on L's lap (uh-oh, he could already see where this was going to end up, god no) and kissed him. No matter how hard L struggled, he couldn't get away, and to be honest he didn't really want to. He felt tears well over and spill across his cheek, and he cried, for the first time in a very, very long time. This situation was hopeless, he would be trapped here forever, as Kira's pet. A small shudder found its way through his spine and he tried to blank his mind out. If he could ignore his feelings, he would be alright. And of all people, he could find a way to do so. After all, he had successfully blocked out all emotions once before.

Light might have won this round, L thought while his lips began to move unwillingly along with Light's, but he wouldn't win the game.

So, that was the story. If you read it to the end, then thanks for your time and I would really, really love it if you would leave a review. You would get a piece of L's cake if you do! And I do not mean the drugged one.

- Meova