“There’s a flawed place in the fabric of your heart. Do you think I could not know? You alone were mutinous. You alone reserved in your soul some corner of clemency for the heathen.”
— Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian
Nonsense, L had called it, out on the roof. Yagami Light had agreed with him.
Nonsense L knew it to be. But in his mind he heard it still. The tolling of the bells through the rain.
Back inside headquarters L made his apologies for getting Light drenched. He couldn’t seem to stop apologizing for it. He felt distantly that he might be going insane. But then the analytical part of his brain refuted this. No madman ever thought he might be mad.
Still, L felt it, that dark spiraling in his mind. It was tunneling his vision now, making him more spacey than usual. Light was staring at him, frowning. L realized he must have spaced-out again. He crossed over to where Light sat on the steps. His fine hair was dark and damp, tousled, but it still looked flawless. He’d taken off his socks and sneakers. He’d been toweling off his wet feet.
L knelt before him. Before he fully realized what he was doing, he’d taken Light’s foot in his hands. Light went very still. He seemed not even to be breathing. Peering down at L, he was frozen like a statue. He was formed like a statue, L thought, gazing blankly at the pale, perfect arch of the foot he held.
Light didn’t look like either of his parents. This was one of the first observations L had made about him, and it had stuck with him, nagging him in the back of his mind ever since. It was uncanny, the way Light looked. At times, when the light caught his eyes just right, he looked almost inhuman.
Light had asked him a question—probably what was he doing, holding his foot. Slowly, L looked up at him. Statues were cold stone, but in his hands Light was very warm. L didn’t want to let go of him. He felt that once he let go of him, it would be the beginning of the end. Because Yagami Light was Kira. L had felt this from the start. Though he couldn’t prove it yet, he knew that he was close. Once he did, everything would change.
So he held to Light’s foot. He said something about giving him a massage, something about how he was good at them, though he’d only ever rubbed Watari’s swollen ankles once when he was a boy, and Watari had probably just been humoring him when he’d patted him on the head and told him that. Light was looking at him sharply now like he didn’t believe him. But he accepted the offer anyway.
L rubbed his thumbs over Light’s shapely foot. The smooth skin moved beneath his touch. Sinews stretched, and he felt the solid bone underneath. Who knew what shinigami were made of. But Kira was a creature of flesh and blood.
Light’s eyes were burning into him. L felt it like the sun’s glare scorching down on his bowed head. When rainwater dripped from his hair onto Light’s shin, Light pressed his towel to him. Remarked about how wet he was, as he blotted at L’s spiky hair. L closed his eyes. The damp towel trailed down the side of his face.
“This isn’t a good place for a massage,” Light said, as though the thought had just occurred to him.
“No,” L replied, holding to him still.
Light stood up on the steps. L was forced to break his hold. He watched as Light gathered up his things and turned toward the door. He glanced back at L.
“Come up to my room with me if you want to keep going.”
L stared at him from where he knelt. When he’d taken Light’s foot in his hands, he’d instigated a new contest between them. No, L corrected himself, thinking back, that was not quite right. This contest wasn’t new. Alongside the Kira investigation, he and Light had been locked together in a game all their own. What L had instigated was simply a new round in this game. With his challenge still hanging in the air between them, Light was instigating another.
The final round, L sensed.
He stood and followed Light up the steps to his room. When the door shut behind them, Light reached for the collar of his shirt. One by one he started undoing the line of buttons that ran down from there. His hands were deft, precise and efficient in their every movement. L watched him, conflicted as ever. His own hands remained crammed in the pockets of his jeans. The damp hems chafed at his wrists.
“You should take off those wet clothes of yours,” Light said, shrugging out of his collared shirt and beginning to peel off his undershirt. “You’ll catch a cold otherwise.”
L nodded, though he hadn’t been sick since he was very young. He dragged his hands out from his pockets. His fingers felt wooden as he grasped the bottom of his sodden t-shirt and yanked it up over his head. His chest was bare and clammy. The shirt hung heavy in his hands. Light had moved over to the table.
“Drape your clothes there, Ryuuzaki,” he said, hanging his own shirts over the back of a chair as he gestured to another. “Under the vent they won’t take long to dry.”
L did as he said. By now, Light had unbuckled his belt and was stripping off his slacks. Beneath them his white boxers were translucent and clinging. There wasn’t much difference between wearing them and not. Light kept them on. He hung his slacks neatly beside his shirts and turned to L.
L figured he must have spaced-out again because his jeans were off, and he was standing in his boxers as well. But their fabric was plaid and less revealing than Light’s. L was glad for it. Tension was twisting him up inside, though he wondered why he felt as uneasy as he did. He and Light had spent a great deal of time handcuffed together, after all. He’d not felt awkward like this before.
Light stepped toward the bed. “I’m going to sit over here, if that’s all right with you. It’s more comfortable than the couch.”
“Of course,” L said.
Against the cushioned headboard, Light reclined. Because he was sitting in the center of the bed, L had no choice but to crawl up after him. Light had a tall, athletic build. His legs were long, and they took up most of the length of the bed. Near the foot of it, L sat, cross-legged and hunched-over. His elbows stuck out at his sides. His spindly fingers sat perched on his knees. Light regarded him levelly. L regarded him back.
“Ryuuzaki,” Light pronounced at last, “you are very strange-looking, and your posture is very bad.”
“I know,” L said quietly.
“You eat too much sugar, and you don’t sleep nearly enough.”
“Yes, it’s true.”
“You are zoned-out more often than not, and tactless when you speak. You stare at people, and your mannerisms are bizarre to say the least. You may be a genius detective, but you are without a doubt the weirdest, most aggravating person I’ve ever met.”
L hung his head.
“But at the same time, I like you more than I’ve ever liked anyone before. When all this is over, I’m really going to miss you.”
L glanced up. Light’s expression was as solemn as he’d ever seen it. With a liar like him, it was impossible to know for sure. But L felt the honesty in his words. His heart gave a leaden pang in his chest.
“Light-kun,” he replied, just as solemnly, “I feel the same way about you.”
Light smiled, slight and inscrutable. He crossed his arms behind his head. Cinnamon, L thought as he stared at him. That was the color of his eyes. They glinted down at him, and Light became Kira once more.
“Well, Ryuuzaki, are you going to give me that massage or not?”
L leaned forward. He took Light’s left foot in his hands again. From heel to toe he rubbed his hands all over it. Then he set it down and reached for the other.
As he did so, he asked, “What do you think of my technique, Light-kun?”
“Honestly,” Light replied, “it’s not very good.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No.”
L kept going. When he’d finished massaging Light’s right foot, he held it still in his hands. When he couldn’t remember how long he’d been doing this, he set the foot down on the bed and folded his hands together lamely in his lap. Light was staring hard at him. L could feel it. He swallowed dryly, staring down at his loosely-threaded fingers.
“My feet weren’t all that got drenched, you know.”
L’s eyes darted up to him. The intentness in Light’s expression galvanized him. Leaning forward again, he clasped Light by the ankles.
“I suppose your legs got wet too, didn’t they, Light-kun?”
Light nodded. L slid his hands up from Light’s ankles. Skimming over his shins, L circled his hands around to grip Light by the calves. They were sleek and toned, cool to the touch. Tracing the indentations in the muscle, L diagrammed him mentally. Light was an anatomical specimen. But L performed this exercise mostly to steady himself.
Even he recognized that this situation was absurd. Bordering on inappropriate, even before his fingers skated up from Light’s knees to his thighs, and he happened to glance between them. His glance remained rooted there. Through the thin white fabric of Light’s boxers, there was no mistaking that he was aroused. Above the veiled shape of his balls, L could see just how erect he was. The damp cloth tented there, straining. The full length of Light’s shaft was outlined. So was the flared head of his cock. A darker spot of moisture marked the center of it.
“Something wrong, Ryuuzaki?”
The sudden sound of Light’s voice jarred L back to the present. He started, blinking. He realized then that his mouth had been hanging ajar. His wide eyes strayed up to Light, whose glance was disconcertingly cool.
“I’m not sure.”
“If you’re not sure, then you might as well keep going.” With a catlike stretch, Light settled back against the headboard again. His sharp glinting eyes fixed upon L’s. “We’re friends, aren’t we?”
“Yes,” L muttered, sounding unhinged even to his own hearing. “Yes.”
Light smiled at him. Something indolent in that expression heated L in turn. His hands wedged between Light’s strong thighs. Forcing them apart, he clasped and kneaded at them roughly with all the spidery strength his fingers possessed. Light hissed out a breath when L pinched at the soft, upper insides.
On some level, L supposed he hated him. Yagami Light was L’s best friend, but Kira was a murdering psychopath, the most prolific and dangerous serial-killer who’d ever lived. The trouble was that they were one and the same.
When L pinched him, he was attacking Kira. When he palmed over him after, it was Light he was soothing. But when he reached between his legs and squeezed his fingers around the hard burning length of him, L’s mind went frightfully blank.
Light’s eyes flashed at him, nothing short of demonic. L had a second to dread before he was thrown bodily off the bed. Face-first he smacked into the wall. In another second, Light was on top of him.
“You think it’s all right to touch another man like that?” Light seethed into his ear, crushing L to the wall again. “Who taught you it was all right to do that?”
Blood threaded down from L’s bitten lip. “No one,” he rasped.
“No one?” Light demanded. The whole hard length of his frame bore down against L’s. “No one, Ryuuzaki?—that’s what you’re telling me?”
“…Yes!”
L’s head was spinning. He wanted to shove Light off him, but he couldn’t catch his breath. Light was smothering him, laying him out flat. Between him and the wall, there was no reprieve. Light shifted, shoving his arm between L and the wall.
“All on your own then,” Light said viciously, grabbing L at the clothed junction of his thighs, “all on your own you decided you like this sort of thing?” L gasped out, painfully hard in Light’s squeezing fist. Against his backside, Light ground against him, just as hard. “You do like it, don’t you? How long have you wanted me to touch your cock, Ryuuzaki?”
L’s teeth bit down hard into the side of his hand. He was on the verge of hyperventilating when Light released him to twist his arm back behind him instead. L grunted, wincing. Light guided his twisted arm down between them. L’s hand slid beneath the waistline of Light’s boxers to palm at his bare, raging flesh. In his ear, Light’s voice was panting and ruthless.
“…How much longer have you wanted to touch mine?”
L’s indignation flared in him. A white-hot jolt of pure clarity. Wrenching his arm back, he slammed his elbow hard into the pit of Light’s stomach. Light staggered back as L rounded upon him. But before he could retaliate further, Light’s arms went around him, pulling L to him.
Caught off guard, L could only stare as Light’s mouth crashed down upon his. L’s shout muffled against the seal of Light’s lips. Lips that were moving over his with such brutal, claiming force that L’s vision spotted silver in the wake of it. His futile shouts had left him open to Light’s stabbing tongue. The last of L’s resistance crumbled along with it. Groaning, he clutched Light back. Met his tongue stroke for damning stroke. In L’s mouth, Light was all smoke and flame.
When Light drew back from him, his lips were flushed and glistening. Hazily, L gazed back at him, allured by the sight.
“Your massage skills are subpar, Ryuuzaki,” Light said as he placed his hands to L’s shoulders. With a wicked slice of smile, he guided him down. “I like your mouth much better.”
L sank to his knees before him. Kira had a god complex, he knew. He craved worship, fearful devotion. L could see him throbbing with need for this as Light hooked his thumbs into his boxers and slid them down. His engorged cock was fearful to L’s widening eyes. Worthy of worship in its own right, L thought. Fisting a hand in his hair with one hand, Light fed him his cock with the other.
You could have been my god, Yagami Light, L lamented as he took him in. If only I’d met you sooner, you might not have become the devil that you are.
Light’s eyes slid shut in pure bliss when he hit the back of L’s throat. He thrust, and L struggled not to gag. His fingers scrabbled up the backs of Light’s hard thighs. As his tongue skirted the underside of his cock, Light’s cheeks clenched in his hands. Reflexively, he thrust again into L’s distended throat. L’s eyes began to well. Through the watery gleam of his tears, he could see Light gazing down at him, transfixed.
“I’m going to remember this moment forever.”
The ache in L’s jaw was nothing compared to the one in his chest. Light thrust a few more times into his open mouth before he drew back with a shudder.
“I’ve gotten off to the thought of this so many times. But I don’t want to come in you just yet.”
L coughed, swiping at his lips as Light pulled out of his mouth. “Poor Misa-chan…”
“What about her?” Light bit out. His grip tightened in L’s hair afresh.
“…Exactly,” L said, frowning up at him sadly. “You never once cared for her, did you? All those lives you made her take, in the vain hope of earning your love. But she was only ever a tool to you, wasn’t she?—Kira.”
Light’s sharp eyes bored into his. “This again. You cleared me yourself of being Kira, Ryuuzaki. The thirteen-day rule, remember? You should have more confidence in your investigative abilities.”
L laughed, raspy and short. “Don’t worry, Light-kun. You won’t be lonely in prison. I’ll visit you every chance I get. If you’ll agree to help me catch more killers, I’m sure I can get your sentence commuted. You were a minor when your murder spree began. That should buy you some leniency. With your full cooperation, I might have you out in fifteen years. Twenty at most. Assuming an average life expectancy of eighty years, that’s plenty of time to start over. No matter what happens, I won’t abandon you, I promise you that. So you can confess to me now if you’d like.”
Light’s mouth twitched. “Enough, Ryuuzaki. How much will it take to convince you I’m not Kira? Even if I was,” he said with a savage gleam in his eye, “I’d rather die than be put in a cage.”
L’s shoulders sank. “That’s what I’m afraid of most.”
“You should worry more for yourself, L. The one with a target on his back is you.” Hauling him up by the arms, Light brought his face so close to L’s that their lips could not help but touch. “All this talk of death is making me soft. That should be more proof to you than anything.”
With that, he pushed L back onto the bed. Face-first again, he fell. Again, Light was on top of him, bearing him down. His breath was hot against the side of L’s throat.
“I’ve fantasized about this too.” Drawing back, Light grabbed hold of L’s boxers and ripped them down. “Have you fantasized about it, Ryuuzaki?” Light chuckled, giving L’s naked ass a squeeze. “Of course you have. That brilliant mind of yours doesn’t miss a scenario.”
L grit his teeth as Light’s fingers dug into his flesh. “Light…”
“What, dropping the honorifics now? So this is what it takes.”
Light released L’s ass to lean over him again. His chest pressed to L’s back. His hard cock nudged between L’s prone cheeks. His arms went around L from behind. When Light took L’s ear between his teeth, he shivered.
“Light, what are you doing?”
Light hugged him around the ribs so tight they creaked. “Isn’t it obvious? I’m getting ready to fuck you.”
L sucked in a breath. His heart thudded in his ears. Light’s heartbeat pounded between his cheeks. His mouth was at L’s throat again.
“Does that frighten you, Ryuuzaki?”
”Yes.”
”Why?—because you’re a virgin?”
“No.” A sharp bite to the cord of muscle between his shoulder and neck made L hastily rephrase, “I am a virgin, yes. But I’m frightened because it’s you.”
Light smiled against the back of his shoulder. With his lips and tongue, he soothed over the bite marks he’d just made.
“I’ll tell you a secret, Ryuuzaki…” L languished in the space of his silence. “…I’m a virgin, too.”
L stiffened in surprise. Light’s hips ground into him again.
”Well,” Light demanded, “how does that make you feel?”
”I don’t know,” L answered honestly. “How should it?”
“Special,” Light snapped at him, annoyed. “I could have slept with a hundred girls by now. Boys too, for that matter. But I didn’t. I saved myself. For you.”
L’s face went hot. “Why?”
Spitefully, it seemed, Light nipped at him again. “Where were you earlier when I told you how I felt? I did it because of that. Because I like you best.”
L swallowed anxiously. Beneath Light’s body, he shifted. Light tightened his hold on him in response. L’s pulse pounded in his throat. His nerves got the better of him.
“Can we—can we kiss some more first?”
“No,” Light said cruelly. “After, maybe.” Easing off L, Light leaned aside and opened the drawer of his nightstand. “Right now I just want to be inside you.”
Don’t you see you’re inside me already? L thought, frowning even as his stomach dropped. You’re inside my head all the time.
There was the sound of a pop. L had a second to wonder at it before Light drew his cheeks apart and dribbled something cold and liquid down the cleft between them. L jumped, yelping.
“Calm down, Ryuuzaki, it’s just lube.” Setting the bottle back on the nightstand, Light ran his hand down L’s seized spine. “You’re so stiff—relax.”
L shook his head. “…I don’t think I can.”
“No?”
Prising his clenched cheeks apart, Light trailed a finger down from L’s tailbone. His finger gathered moisture as it went. By the time the pad of it touched the rim of L’s flinching entrance, it was so slick it glided right over. L’s stomach clenched at the fleeting pleasure of the sensation. When Light’s finger rose to stroke him again, L didn’t flinch away.
“Better now?” Light teased over that ring of puckered flesh, circling and rubbing. L groaned into the sheets at how good it felt. When the tip of Light’s finger dipped into him, L’s hips shied away. Light’s probing touch pursued him. “You’re so tight,” he murmured, sinking his finger in to the first joint. “I’m really going to have to loosen you up first. I don’t want to tear you, Ryuuzaki. I want it to feel good to you. I want you to enjoy this as much as I will, if that’s even possible. I don’t think anyone has ever enjoyed anything as much as I’m going to enjoy taking you.”
Light’s lubricated finger sawed in and out of him. Each time it pressed back in, it penetrated him deeper. L wondered as he lay there being skewered alive whether there had ever been a greater egomaniac than Yagami Light.
“When you asked me who taught me to touch you like that…if I’d given you a name, would you have killed them?”
“No,” Light replied. His buried finger bumped over a spot inside L that made him see stars. “I’m not a killer.”
“…Would Kira have killed them?”
“Who knows,” Light said blithely. Though L couldn’t see it, he could feel Light’s smirk burning into his back like a brand. “Kira works in mysterious ways.”
Light’s finger settled in L to the hilt. Keeping it rooted there, he rocked the heel of his hand against him. L’s whole body seemed to sway with the motion. Either that, or the world was teetering on its axis.
“I think you’re ready for another.”
Light drew his hand back from him. He unsheathed his finger from L to the tip, only so that he could work in a second. L grunted in discomfort at the stretching sensation. But Light went slow again. Soon the discomfort gave way, as L gave way.
“I can’t wait to watch my cock disappear in you like this,” Light said breathlessly, as his joined knuckles breached L at last. “The only thing better will be when I bottom out inside you. I could come just thinking about it. I have before, so many times. Do you think about it too, Ryuuzaki? Do you think about me when you pleasure yourself?”
“Yes,” L admitted, though he was certain his fantasies ran in a much different vein. In them, Light was humbled, defeated. There with him at his darkest hour, L gave him with his hands, with his mouth, with all that he possessed, what solace he could give to a man so condemned. When they came together, it was an act of salvation, carrying with it the hope for redemption.
But that hope seemed to L more vain now than ever. He’d caressed Light, kissed Light. But to what end? Lying under him now, even feeling Light move inside him, L felt strangely remote from the object of his own deepest desire. It was Kira’s fantasy playing out between them now. It was L who was too weak and obsessed with him to resist.
“Good,” Light said, with a smile so darkly triumphant L could hear it in his voice.
Hearing it, L feared then, for the first time. Rearing his hips back wantonly into the hand that was coring into him, he truly feared then that he would lose.
“Light, please,” he said, writhing. His erection rubbed desperately against the sheets, which were slippery from where he’d leaked onto them. “Please…”
“Are you begging me to fuck you, Ryuuzaki? You want my cock in you that badly?”
“Yes!” L gasped out, beyond all sense of right and wrong. Beyond the point of shame. “Yes, I want it—give it to me, Light. I need it. Give it to me, please…”
Light’s fingers withdrew from him. L cringed, gaping in their absence. He could feel Light eyeing into him, predacious and intent.
“Part of me doesn’t want to,” Light said lowly, as if musing aloud. “Part of me just wants to leave you lying here like this.” But before L began to die inside, Light settled over him. The head of his cock pushed into L with all-consuming pressure. “But I can’t help myself. I want you too much.”
Light’s cock was very slick, almost frictionless. He must have lubed it when L was distracted. Even so, it felt huge, impossible to take. The feel of it delving into him was overwhelming, excruciating. From all the fingering, L’s insides were just as slick. But still they burned as Light pressed in deeper, coming up against some inner stricture previously unknown. L clawed his fingers into the sheets. His lip bled again as his teeth scored into it.
“Stop it,” he bit out bloodily. “Stop it, Light, I can’t take it.”
Light stilled above him, but he didn’t pull out. Instead, he slid his hand beneath L’s raised hips. Taking hold of the cock that had begun to go soft, Light stirred it back to hardness again. As he did so, he urged his hips forward, until L’s last resistance melted away under his onslaught, and Light seated himself fully inside him. After a few testing thrusts, his hips came to rest against L’s. Deep within him, L felt the hammering of Light’s beating heart.
And now it was L who was raring for more, to the point where Light had to still his bucking hips as he rasped out, “Not so fast, Ryuuzaki. I need to go slower. You feel so good—too good. I don’t want it to be over too soon.”
But it wasn’t long before Light was raring back, surging and receding in a rhythm that grew increasingly frenzied with each successive crash. It wasn’t long before they were locked up together like a pair of rutting beasts, growling and panting and sweating in their furor. Adhered back to chest like their flesh was soldered together. Striving against one another in vicious, animalistic tandem as they hurtled together toward the end.
L’s cock chafed raw in the vise of Light’s raking fist. Sharp teeth closed around the lobe of L’s ear, and wrenched.
“You’re mine, Ryuuzaki,” Light whispered feverishly into his ear. His hips jarred so hard into L’s that his breath burst from his throat. “I wish I could keep you. I’d keep you with me forever if I could. But still you’re mine. You always will be. No—don’t come yet.” L’s cock had spasmed in his grasp. “I’ll tell you when to come. Wait until I tell you.”
Light’s driving hips alone were threatening to undo him. L wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out, when Light demanded of him harshly, raggedly, “Are you ready?” The vehemence of L’s own nod gave him whiplash. “Come for me, then, Ryuuzaki,” Light snarled, goring into him. “Come for me, L.”
The pleasure swept over L like a tide of fire, leaving him devastated in its wake. Empty, even though he could feel Light flooding into him. He was gutted by it. Laid waste by it. When Light withdrew from him, it was like his soul was bleeding out of his body.
Boneless, they rolled over together onto their sides. L figured he must have actually dozed because when his eyes opened again the rain had stopped. When he turned over, Light’s eyes cracked open at him a sliver. L felt frozen then.
“What now?” he asked, as Light rose from the bed with a stretch.
Light turned toward L, his lower half still flushed and glazed from their coupling. “We shower off and get back to work. We have a killer to catch.”
As he padded away into the bathroom, L fought the mad impulse to laugh. Dragging himself up from the dirty twisted sheets, L padded after him. Under the shower, Light was already clean. He looked to L as he entered behind him. L’s eyes trailed over his sharp, handsome face. His dark hair streaked it in glossy brushstrokes. L traced one with his thumb as he took Light’s face in his hands and kissed him. Light’s arms slipped around him as he kissed him back.
Through the steam and spray, they crushed together to the tiled wall, kissing still. Light’s hips ground into him. L’s ground back. Between their stomachs their stiff cocks met, sliding and seeking, joining and breaking, mirroring the way their tongues were vying together as they each sought to devour the other.
Pinning L’s hand to the wall, Light laced his fingers through his. “You miss those handcuffs, don’t you, Ryuuzaki?” he asked huskily, nipping at L’s lower lip. “I’ll bet you miss feeling bound to me, night and day.”
Lips brushing his, L replied, “I don’t need handcuffs to feel bound to you.”
Light’s hand tightened on his. The heat in his eyes was searing. Taking L’s hand down from the wall, he guided it between them by the wrist. As L’s fingers curved around him, Light’s fist closed over him in turn.
“Once wasn’t enough,” Light murmured, as they began to stroke one another. “There will never be enough for me.”
No, Kira, L thought with a pang. There never will be.
They kissed again as they stoked one another. It was hot, messy, frantic. Their teeth clashed. Their lips bled and bruised. If L were thinking straight, he might have been concerned about the aftermath of all this. How this all might look. But he wasn’t thinking straight. He was only thinking about Light, and this act of union they were engaged in, which somehow seemed more raw and intimate to him than even their previous encounter had been.
Starting to come apart, Light broke his mouth from L’s briefly to demand against it, “Tell me, Ryuuzaki. Tell me, and I’ll find some way to keep us together. Tell me that you love me.”
“Tell me that you’re Kira,” L demanded back.
Light’s eyes glared into his, dull red through the haze. He kissed L hard, clutched him harder. L clutched him back just as hard, and then they were coming apart together, sliding down depleted together to land against the wet tiled floor.
Light was the first to pick himself back up again. But when he offered L a hand to do the same, L shook his head.
“I’ll get up in a minute, Light-kun. You go on ahead.”
“All right,” Light said as he turned away, rinsing off once more. “See you downstairs.”
L nodded absently.
When he was sure that Light was gone for good, L picked himself up from his untidy sprawl. Under the warm spray of the shower, he closed his eyes, and listened to the tolling of the bells.
Death Note © Tsugumi Ohba
Been re-watching Death Note recently with the bf. When we came to the climatic episode featuring the rooftop rain scene, it was just too poignant and homoerotic to resist writing an expansion of it 😉 Have a great weekend, y’all. <3