Lawlight

Part 7

L's mind had always been a labyrinth where he carefully tucked away every clue, every observation. Every thought carefully controlled, every emotion tucked away behind layers of rationality. But this time—this time, as Light shoved him into that narrow closet, as the door clicked shut, sealing them in darkness—something stirred that he hadn't anticipated. He stood there, his back lightly pressed against the wall, eyes narrowing in contemplation as he processed what had just occurred.

No security camera in here. Light had made that clear. And that meant no one was watching. It was just the two of them.

Light had pushed him into this space, his voice low and intimate as he'd murmured, "Maybe those times we kissed meant something."

The statement rattled L, despite his best efforts to remain composed. The rational part of L's mind wanted to dissect that sentence—what it implied, what Light's intentions were—but the logical part of him was slowly being overridden by something... different. Something he wasn't used to feeling. He had spent so long suspecting Light; unable to concept the fact that his deduction may have been wrong, keeping him at arm's length, always observing, always suspecting. But now, with Kira's presence gone, the threat that had once been tied to Light seemed... distant. Faint.

And perhaps, L mused in the dark of the closet, it was okay. Perhaps just this time.

He hated Kira—the unjust, self-righteous murderer who had played god with people's lives. L had dedicated himself to ending Kira's reign, to proving that no one was above justice. But Light... Light wasn't Kira anymore. And what surprised L most of all, as he stood there with Light's warmth so close, was the realization that he had never truly hated Light Yagami.

Light, with his intelligence, his unyielding confidence, his near-perfect mind—Light was something else entirely. The one person who had ever matched him in intellect, who had forced him to push beyond his limits. It wasn't hatred that bound them; it was something far more complex. It was admiration... or Obsession, perhaps. 

As Light stepped closer, their breath mingling in the darkness, L's control began to slip further. His lips twitched, a small, almost imperceptible smile forming as Light's words broke through the last barrier of his restraint.

And then they kissed.

L had always prided himself on his ability to think clearly in any situation, to compartmentalize and maintain focus. But as their lips met, he felt that focus scatter. His fingers grazed Light's jaw, tracing the line of his face with a careful, almost tentative touch. Light responded immediately, leaning into the kiss, his body welcoming the contact. The heat between them flared, and L found himself pressing closer, allowing his hand to explore further—down to Light's collarbone, and Light's breath hitched, letting him.

And that was all the invitation L needed.

His thoughts flickered, not of accusations or strategy, but of how Light's skin would feel under his fingertips. What it would be like to please him, to understand him not just through observation, but through touch.

L's lips trailed from Light's mouth to his neck, tasting the salt of his skin, reveling in the soft moan that escaped Light's throat.

And that sound--that sound—L felt it echo through him, igniting a fire he hadn't realized he had been suppressing His touch was exploratory but firm, testing the boundaries, and when Light didn't resist, It urged L to push further, to explore more, to see how far Light could be taken before his composure cracked completely.

But then Light's fingers found their way under L's shirt, trailing up his stomach in a slow, deliberate motion. The contact jolted L, his breath catching in his throat as a sharp, unfamiliar sensation shot through him. His heart pounded wildly, his body responding with a helpless intensity that frightened him.