Bright Light (Light x L)

You Might Hate Me

Death Note isn't mine, don't sue. There was  a time skip to night, btw. Enjoy!

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I looked at L and noticed something apparent- he needed a shower. DESPERATELY. I sat up, rumpling the sheets, and said firmly with no question, "Ryuzaki, I'm taking a shower. I am not hearing any 'but'. We both smell." L stood up in his chair and slowly got down to the floor. "I admit... Yes. It's been weeks." With that, I got out of bed, my arm stretched to not get dragged by the handcuff, and went to the connected bathroom in our room.

 My eyes were locked on L as he peeled his shirt off. We had removed the handcuffs momentarily to take off our shirts, but instead I watched L as he did just that. Obviously L caught ton and asked, "Are you just going to stare at me, or are you going to take your shirt off?" Suddenly, my face felt like it was engulfed in flames. I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it haphazardly on the ground. Without giving me time to even zip down my fly, L took my wrist and cuffed it to his. I looked into his eyes once more. I felt shivers as I saw his round, dark eyes, reflecting the light in the bathroom. His porcelain skin looked like milk against the cold light, and the black, spiky miasma of unruly locks floated around his face, begging for someone to lose their hands inside of it.

Until I was mere inches away from his face, I whispered, "L... You're so beautiful.." And kissed him gently. My lips worked on his, and he started to react. Soon the kiss grew fierce , like there was nothing we would rather be doing. My face must have been red as an apple, because L said, "Are you sure you don't have a fever? Your smile is as up to your ears as the red on your face." I scooted over to the sink and briefly splashed icy water on my face. "Sorry, Ryuzaki."

 The water had started getting warm, so I flipped the showerhead to 'ON'. Ryuzaki was perching in his 'L' way against the bathtub (he couldn't go far with the handcuffs) and chewing on his thumbnail. I chuckled almost silently at L's ways. I reached for the shampoo when I was surprised at L's voice saying something like, "Can I come in?" Before I could reply (or process what he had just said), he was in with me. I slapped my forehead and dragged my hand down my face. "Ryuzaki! I meant AFTER I was done." He made a move to get out, but I grabbed his hand and swiftly exclaimed, "It's fine, don't worry about it. Now turn around." The shampoo bottle was still in my hand and I squeezed out some of the light amber colored liquid. "Look down, Ryuzaki." Surprisingly, he did what he was told. He tilted his head down and closed his eyes. I covered my hands in the soap and put them in L's wasteland of dark roots. I rubbed thoroughly through his scalp and spread the shampoo through his strands of hair, turning it from black to white with soap suds. I knew one quick rinse wouldn't be close to removing all the grease, dirt, and dead skin stored up over several weeks, even maybe months. The bubbles ran down his shoulders and into his back. Electricity crept up my spine. How I wish that body was mine, I thought, and more dirty thoughts flashed through my head. I then realized what I was thinking and kept at work washing his hair and his back. After I was done with L, I started on myself again, washing my hair and body.

L seemed to be staring at me- just as I was doing to him, but his back was turned. His gaze seemed to start to... go down.. "Ryuzaki!?" This seemed to snap him out of some thing that could have resulted in one of us not being able to walk in the morning. My thoughts just keep getting dirtier.. Why do I feel like this? Is it really time to..?  I very much hoped that would happen, so I asked L something. "Ryuzaki, would you have sex with me?"

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How can I leave you like that? 😁😏